OS written for the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black and the Favorite House Boot Camp (prompt 2: lost) on the HPFC.
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Meeting The (Future) Wife
The 'first' time he met her, it was pure luck. He was actually lost in the corridors, because he had had to avoid a group of Gryffindors who thought themselves better than the rest and liked to prey on anyone they considered inferior to them – meaning mainly Slytherins. He had been walking alone at the time and had ducked behind a tapestry as soon as he heard their boisterous voices.
Of course, there had been a secret passage behind it and he had ended up Salazar knows where, which was why he was now lost and trying to find back his way back to the Slytherin Common Room before the curfew.
He couldn't afford getting caught outside after curfew after all, what would his parents say? What would his mother say? He could already hear her… This is not a proper Black behavior Cygnus! You should be more like your brother Alphard. He is a very fine pureblood wizard, him. If on she knew how his brother truly was when away from their home! She would be in for quite a surprise if his brother chose to be truthful about himself one day…
Not that he would ever tell her anything about that - or that she would believe him anyway. It seemed that the tradition of knowing how to keep a secret that run in their family wasn't as good as the adults thought. Or maybe it was just a Black thing to disagree in silence and never show your true feelings…
Cygnus couldn't believe that in a few months he would leave Hogwarts – most probably never to return – and would lose even that small loophole in his family's strictness. He would be married but wouldn't be able to say anything. Maybe that was why marriage where arranged when the future spouses still hadn't reached their majority. To stop any idea of rebellion…
That didn't matter anyway; there was nothing he could do. He would marry the woman his parents wanted him to and hope she wasn't too horrible – though from what he had seen of her in the Common Room, she fortunately seemed nice but a little strict.
He turned left at the end of the corridor – he was slowly but surely getting closer to his goal – and there she was. She wasn't in any dangerous situation, she hadn't been attacked, didn't seem lost and had no apparent motive to be here.
And yet there she was, wearing the Slytherin uniform like it was a Ball dress costing a hundred Galleons. Druella Rosier – future Mrs. Black – looked like a true pureblood, poised and expecting the respect of her pairs. He could see why his mother had chosen her, and she really had a kind of beauty that he could find appealing.
Maybe this marriage wouldn't be so bad then… He thought as he walked toward the other Slytherin and introduced himself. Yeah, he could get used to this…