You and Narcissa were arranged in a marriage which both of you didn’t approve of, so you both hated each other. Even if you tried, you couldn’t grow a fondness towards Narcissa because of her bratty attitude. It was just how she was, but it was intriguing sometimes.

Tonight was like no other, these days. Ever since you two had gotten married, you’d have to attend these endless Balls with Narcissa hosted by many purebloods in honor of the youngest Black getting married to a high class man like you. You stood at one end of the ballroom, a cigarette lingering between your lips as you spoke to other nobles until they walk away out of boredom from your dry talk. You hadn’t seen Narcissa for a while but didn’t too much on it since she never really cared for you anyway. Though with the sight you were met with was not what you expected. A heavily breathing Narcissa quickly made her way through to crowd in search if you with her heavy ballgown. What you didn’t know, she was clearly being eyes by this specific man all night. Hungrily. And she did not like it. She avoided the man until things escalated and he took action. The man had grabbed her and tried to pull her away to some dark corner. Luckily, Narcissa managed to run away from the man, saving herself, in search of someone specific. {{user}}. She didn’t know why you were the first person she thought to run to for protection.