Narcissa winced as her mother, Druella tugged on her golden hair.

"Mother." She whined, trying to inch away from the stern looking woman.

Druella grabbed her shoulder to keep her in place. "Beauty is pain, Narcissa." she reminded her daughter.

"Bella is keeping her hair down." Narcissa protested.

"Stop whining. It's very unbecoming of you." snapped the Black matriarch. "Your sister does not need her looks as much as you, Narcissa. She is smart and charming." She tugged the girl's hair again and Narcissa thought that she might be doing it on purpose.

"I don't even want to go to this party." Narcissa grumbled quietly, but her mother ignored her.

"All finished." Druella said, surveying her work in the mirror. Narcissa looked beautiful, her hair in an elaborate up-do with tiny diamonds magically fastened to her golden locks.

"I expect you in the ballroom in fifteen minutes." Druella said before leaving the room, her navy dress dragging behind her on the floor.

Narcissa inspected herself in the mirror; frowning, She looked fine, but she didn't look any older than she normally did. She had hoped she would with all the make-up on.

She collapsed on her bed, squeezing her eyes closed. Lucius was going to be at the Christmas party. She hoped he would notice her, but at the same time she wanted to hide up in her room the entire night. Butterflies began to flutter in her stomach, the usual feeling she got when she so much thought of the Malfoy heir.

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Narcissa stood out on the balcony, her arms resting on the railing and her head dropped over the edge; making a curtain of blond hair around her face. She was hiding. There were only two other people on the balcony and they were two interested in each other to notice the girl.

She was hiding from her mother who was trying to set her up with a boy named Zachary, a pureblood heir a year younger than her who Narcissa found repulsive. She was also hiding from Andromeda, although she was her favorite sister she was still the most annoying. But, most of all she was hiding from Lucius Malfoy.

He had caught her staring at him and Narcissa was too embarrassed to go back in the ballroom now. She couldn't help that her eyes strayed to his gorgeous features.

"Is that you Narcissa?"

Narcissa jumped, her blue eyes widening in surprise. She turned around quickly, blinking stupidly up at Lucius Malfoy.

He chuckled and Narcissa blushed a deep red. "What are you doing out here all alone?" he asked her, raising a blond eyebrow.

Narcissa bit her lip before she realized she was doing so and covered her mouth in a fake yawn. "Tired." She said simply, doing her best to sound convincing.

"So you're not hiding?" Lucius asked her.

"No, of course not." she replied, a little too quickly.

He smirked at her before leaning over the railing and staring down at the landscape below.

"Where's my sister?" Narcissa asked, breaking the silence. She instantly regretted asking once the words left her mouth. He was finally paying attention to her, she shouldn't have mentioned her sister.

"Inside, I suppose." Lucius said, shrugging.

Narcissa was surprised at how carelessly he spoke of Bella. She thought they were both rather fond of each other. Her heart began to flutter as she thought that there was a possibility that he wasn't as interested in the eldest Black sister as she thought.

"Oh." Narcissa said, not having anything else to say.

"How old are you Narcissa?" he asked, looking at her.

"Fifteen." She replied, biting her lip. "Why do you ask?"

Lucius didn't answer for a few moments and Narcissa hoped that she hadn't said something wrong.

"Just curious." He replied, giving her a look that stated otherwise. "What classes are you taking this year?"

The conversation went on like that. They spoke about classes and their favorite subjects. Lucius spoke a bit about Quidditch, but when he saw Narcissa's sour look he asked her what she wanted to do after she graduated. For a pureblood, he seemed very supportive of the fact that she wanted to train to be a healer instead of just marrying and having children like pureblooded witches were expected to do.

"It's chilly out here." Narcissa complained quietly when their conversation had died down.

The heating charms on the balcony were wearing off.

"Here." Lucius said, taking off his cloak and placing it on her shoulders. Narcissa looked down at the Malfoy crest on the breast of the cloak and couldn't help but smile.

She looked up at him with her bright blue eyes. "Thank you." She whispered.

"Narcissa, there's my favorite little witch!" came the high pitched voice of a woman who had had too much to drink.

Before Narcissa even realized who was speaking she felt two sets of fingers pinching her cheeks. She scowled, struggling against the woman.

"You're so beautiful." Lucius' mother said, smiling drunkenly down at the younger witch. "I've been looking for you two for-ever." She said dramatically.

Lucius tried to keep himself from chuckling at his mother's behavior. "Mother." He said, catching his mother's attention. "

"Mrs. Malfoy, maybe we should go inside. It's cold out here." Narcissa said, smiling tightly at the older woman.

"No, you're father is being ridiculous. I refuse to speak to that man." She said, pointing her manicured fingers at Lucius' thin nose. "No, no, no."

Narcissa could see that Lucius was getting frusturated so she took that as her cue to leave. "Lucius, I think I'm going to head up to my room for the night." She said, nodding towards the balcony door.

He nodded, ignoring his mother to take the blonds' hand and kiss her knuckles. "Good night Narcissa. I'll see you at school."

Narcissa smiled, blushing furiously. She turned and hurried inside. As she was walking away she heard Mrs. Malfoy exclaim, "She's just so pretty!"

Once Narcissa reached her bedroom she realized she still had Lucius' cloak on. She took it off and pressed her face against it. "Mmm…" he murmured as she took in his heavenly scent.

She couldn't believe she had spent an entire night with Lucius Malfoy. They had talked, and comfortably too. There had been no interruptions until Mrs. Malfoy showed up and they didn't talk about Bella more than the time she mentioned her.

It had been perfect. Everything she imagined talking to Lucius would be. She got out of her gown and hung it up in her closet. She dressed in her nightgown and climbed into bed, Lucius's cloak resting on her pillow.

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I decided to add another chapter. It's probably not going to be a very long story, but if people like it... you never know!

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