Narcissa sat on her bed, trying not to hear what was going on above her. She knew it was mostly theatrics for her benefit, but the party was in three hours and they were still in bed. Narcissa hated that they had probably laughed at how silly she had been to think that Lucius malfoy would want her. That anyone sleeping with Bella would want her. She just knew he thought she was a silly child who was too young to even go to the ball. She'd show them.

Narcissa crept into Bella' s room and took her lilac dress off it's hanger. She wrapped it up and flooed to a small alterations shop in Diagon Alley.

Narcissa stepped out of the fireplace and pulled on the dress, it almost fell off her. A short twiggy woman came out of the back with pins floating around her head.

"Oh goodness, dear, let me help you with that." Narcissa nodded her thanks.

"Make it...make it something he'll notice me it." The woman smiled conspiratorially and began to flit around waving her wand at the dress until it was small enough to fit Narcissa. Then she cut the neck into a deep V and the back down to right above Narcissa's butt. She turned the sleeves into a gauzy material so light it was almost white. She stepped back and cocked her head to the side. Narcissa didn't like to be very noticeable. She preferred to stay in the shadows, so she never wore blue because it made her features stand out. But she wanted to stand out today, she wanted to knock Lucius and Bella off their feet.

"Try making it blue." the seamstress shook her head.

"I don't thin that's a good idea dear."

"Just try it." The woman waved her wand and the dress turned a beautiful deep royal blue. Narcissa shook her head.

"No try making it light blue." The woman waved her wands and gasped.

"Dear, that's...beautiful." Narcissa looked in the mirror. The color made her eyes stand out so that they seemed to reflect all the light in the room.

"Yes I think this will do." She left the store ad went to get her hair done. She didn't want to be anything like Narcissa Black and she though changing her hair color would make her look less like a Black. It didn't, but the soft platinum curls made her look at least 17and nothing like Narcissa Black. She reminded herself, she thought happily, of her mother. The last thing she bought was a sapphire drip necklace that drew attention to the dangerous cut of her dress.

She was a little late, but it was only 10 and if she was lucky her father would have already left. Narcissa changed into her dress in the bathroom of the gala hall. She stood for a moment looking at the girl in the mirror. She wasn't Narcissa black. She was at least 17, and she was wearing rogue. A girl came into the bathroom and gasped, her friends all stood staring at Narcissa for a moment before they realized what they were doing and scurried away whispering.

With bolstered confidence Narcissa left the bathroom and she paused for only a moment at the door before stepping into the ballroom.