AUTHORS NOTE : I just wanted to do something that would realisticaly make sense...I just dont see Lucius as the incredibly soft type, and I tried to make Narcissa how he would like her to be... as a black she probably was brought up cold n' all...read & enjoy !!!

With frosty eyes matching the frosty ground, Lucius Malfoy coldly surveyed the scene before him. Idly flicking his white-blonde hair out of his eyes, he sighed and allowed his eyes to wonder over the no-so- picturesque view of the Hogwarts grounds being trampled over due to the snow, mainly by dull-witted Hufflepuffs, brash Gryffindors and the more outgoing of the Ravenclaws. He noticed that only the Slytherins took a speculative view, noting they probably felt the same as him, preferring to watch and gloat as the other houses made complete and utter fools of themselves, as opposed to actively taking part.

Shaken out of his reverie by vaguely hearing his name called by one of his…associates, he mechanically turned his head in the general direction of the boy to answer, but he stopped as a gleam of white-blonde hair much like his own caught his eye. He turned fully to face the person in question, silently observing her from afar as she delicately made her way over the snow towards the great hall with her friends. He had only very recently found out that he was expected to marry her and, privately he couldn't be more satisfied with the match. The girl was just as beautiful as he, just as powerful, and was just as…like-minded as he was. He couldn't help wonder though, would she make a good wife? Would she make him happy? After all, he couldn't be expected to settle for anyone that wasn't flawless now could he?

She was stunning, that much was certain, and her Black genes had certainly done her no injustice, but there was more then just aristocratic splendour about her body. Her manner of walking was very much without false airs and graces, but it held the signature streak of Black arrogance and pride in it- her petite figure was one of the shortest in their year, but the amount of power in her step was such that Lucius was inexplicably entranced by it. He was already aware of her razor-sharp tongue, having heard some extremely insulting remarks thrown in the direction of the mudbloods, but for someone who was incredibly infamous for her wit, she was remarkably softly-spoken. Her face was always calm and composed; her demeanour always perfectly executed, and he admired the way she would so effortlessly put down both staff and students alike without so much as being rude or discourteous. Certainly, he mused, Narcissa Black was the perfect Slytherin, the perfect ally and soon she would become, he knew, the perfect wife.

Lucius Malfoy's lip curled in what could only be called a self-satisfied smirk. Yes, he thought contentedly, Narcissa Black would make him very happy.

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