It was a cool morning at around ten in Diagon Alley. The various shops were already bustling with customers. Some were wealthy like her. Others were students, perhaps on leave for the day getting school supplies. Draco was at school, where he should have been.

Narcissa, on the other hand, was window shopping after she had picked up some of her skincare and makeup essentials from a specialized shop near the streets' head. She carried the shopping bag elegantly as she walked.

That was until someone crashed into her, covering her mouth and whisking her out of the crowd before she could even scream. she tried to bite at your hand but you didn't waver in your hold. Fear skittered down her spine.

She stopped when she caught a glimpse of your face. You were tall young man probably about twenty-five at the youngest, and you were quite handsome in a dark sort of way.

You grabbed her, pushing her back against the wall of a darkened alley.

"Who are you?" She looked up, mildly afraid she was about to be robbed or mugged or some other horrible thing. "What do you want? Money? You can have whatever you want, just please don't hurt me. My husband will pay you anything." She gritted out.