Narcissa couldn't help herself. She was fascinated. He was her own age, so she couldn't really think him a boy, but he seemed too young to be considered a man. She had thought that this would be easy, that it would be like meeting anyone else. But it wasn't. Not at all.
"How do you do?" she said breathily. It was an automatic, polite response, something that had been drilled into her, and it rolled off her tongue without any thought. She lowered her arms slowly, barely even realising that she was doing it. She shook her head a little, trying to break the spell. "I'm sorry. I..." She offered a shy smile. "I suppose I wasn't expecting you to be... so handsome. That sounds silly, I know."
She realised belatedly that she was still lingering in the doorway, and stepped inside the cabin. "Draco. I'm pleased to meet you," she said, not sure whether to offer her hand or to embrace him. Undecided, she did neither.