A/N: This is for Huffie's Twelve Fics of Christmas Challenge.

It'll be separate looks into Narcissa Black's life.

Wish me luck, as I've never written a Narcissa story before!

I imagine she's in about 5th or 6th year, but she's talking from awhile later. I guess the appropriate time would be when she was pregnant with Draco.

Kiss

It was that kiss. The only reason I married him. That one, life-changing kiss, and I was lost. I am ashamed that he won me over so damn fast. But I knew, even as we were leaning in, even as I went to meet him, that it would happen. That he'd take me over, and I'd be done.

I remember it vividly: It was the day before Christmas Break. He sent me a note via my roommate, Rose. She fancied him, and while I did not even acknowledge his presence at times, she never ceased gibbering about him. She was his slave, really.

Anyway, she brought me the note. All it said was, 'The Astronomy Tower. After dinner. I'll blow you away.'

And I went, like the fool I was. I knew it was him, I'll admit. Who else would write that simple note to me, Narcissa Black, envy of all girls, every man's dream?

I was the baby of the family, and no one ever let me forget it. Bella wouldn't go an hour without accusing me of being 'childish'. Then she'd add, in a mocking tone, "Oh, wait. You are a child."

Andy was never so cruel as to rub it in my face, but she held herself taller, and spoke more confidently than I ever would. When she addressed me, it was with an air of superiority. She knew she was older, better than I.

Maybe that's why I broke out and shone in Hogwarts. At home, I was always throwing a tantrum, wanting my way, being interrupted, feeling alone. But at school, I wasn't. At school, I imitated Bella and Andy. I pretended I was as old as Bella, and dignified as Andy. And people liked that, so I continued.

And then, around my fourth year, I stopped imitating. That really became me. I was as old as Bella, as dignified as Andy. At home, I didn't really talk. I kept to my self, and saved my real self for when I could impress.

And so, as previously expressed, I was popular, and almost everyone laid a rose at my feet, and I had the privilege of breaking heart after heart.

All except for one.

That kiss.

It ruined me.

I got to the tower, and I saw him, looking handsome and sure. "Hello." I spoke loudly, breaking the silence.

"Narcissa!" He walked over to me and smiled, than grabbed my arm, leading me to a bench he had set up.

I was excited. Yes, I thought, I can break another dream, another heart. I looked forward to those times. I was seductive. I had men all around me, and I beat them down with a ferocity that almost shamed my family. But no, I was precious Narcissa Black, and my mother loved to watch me with suitors, though she told me I'd have to marry sometime.

But he had other ideas. He spoke no eloquent words. He neither cried nor pleaded. And very soon, the smile was wiped clean from my face.

He simply sat with me for awhile. I cleared my throat, and he smiled. Almost maliciously, I suppose, looking back. At the time, I almost melted to that smile.

Then, it came.

The kiss.

The end of me.

He looked at me, hard, his eyes boring into my own. I was overcome with a sudden longing, which had never happened to me before.

And then he leaned in, and so did I.

We were kissing.

I was on Cloud Nine.

My life was over.

He came home with me over Christmas. "My parents don't care," he told me.

I didn't either. All I wanted was him. Because I was under his spell.

A spell called love.

A spell that had one ingredient: that kiss.

That life-ruining, life-changing kiss.

They liked him. My family, I mean. All of them. "He's sweet!" Mum said. He had bought her chocolate.

"He's handsome," Bella told me. He gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"He's rich," Daddy smiled. My 'special friend' got him a check. A check for too much.

"He's interesting," Andy said. He'd talked with her for hours.

I was content. My family liked him. I loved him.

The feeling didn't last long.

For Christmas, he gave me a lovely necklace that said 'Narcissa Black' in blue letters. "To match your eyes," he told me.

Everyone was impressed.

I was more in love.

He never showed an ounce of anything.

It was a game of hide and seek: I was the seeker, he was the hider. I was looking for him in my heart.

He was a very good hider.

Only I pretended to find him.

It worked.

Until that kiss sunk in.

And then my life was over.