Word Count: 144
Prompt: romantic relationship
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To Cornelius, Narcissa Black was a regal beauty. She was everything a pure-blood woman should be: poised, sophisticated, and dainty. She was everything he could ever want, and he knew she would never want him. Nothing he could do would ever turn her head in his direction.
Compared to other wizards who were vying for her hand in marriage, Cornelius was nothing. He watched her from afar and longed to see her eyes settle on him with love in their depths.
The day that he had been dreading came. The Daily Prophet announced the upcoming wedding of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black.
Cornelius's heart clenched. He knew it was coming. If it wasn't Lucius, it would be some other pure-blood wizard.
It didn't make the pain any easier to deal with though, and he knew the pain would never go away. No matter what.