Fandom: Harry Potter
Challenge/Prompt: A to Z Challenge: M
Word Count: 327
Summary: Narcissa is homesick when she first arrives at Hogwarts.
Narcissa wasn't an awkward girl. She was a Pure-blood. She had been in etiquette lessons since she was five-years old, and she always knew what to say in every situation.
Still, she never thought she'd get homesick when she went to Hogwarts at the age of eleven, but the distance between her home and the school seemed insurmountable.
She tried to not let anyone see her tears—Blacks don't show their emotions—but she was sure her cheeks were glistening with the wetness.
She wiped the back of her hand against her cheek, trying to rid her face of the evidence. Still, someone saw.
"Narcissa Black? Are you alright?"
Her breath caught when she looked up into the steel grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought they were softened in concern for her. "I'm fine," she muttered inelegantly.
"No you're not," the third year stated, taking the seat next to her.
She turned her nose up at him. "What would you know?"
He warmly chuckled. "I know many things. For instance, I know many first years, even if they don't want to, get homesick. And it's a perfectly normal feeling and nothing to be ashamed of."
Narcissa knew her cheeks were heating up. "If Bella found out, she would..." Narcissa trailed off, not having to go into detail about the torture Bellatrix would have in store for her.
"Well, it's a good thing Bellatrix won't know."
Narcissa looked at him, finally allowing a small smile to grace her lips.
"I'm not sure you ever gifted me with such a lovely smile."
"You never deserved it, but you made me feel better."
"One day we will marry; I should be able to make you feel better every now and then."
Narcissa nodded. For the first time, she thought Lucius might be a good husband to her in the future. And suddenly, the contract between their families didn't seem so horrible.