With a wave of her wand, the potion she had been working on vanished from the cauldron, as if she had never started it. She looked over at him, giving him a cool glance. His arrival was quick enough, although she was sure he had taken his own time to keep her waiting just a little bit more. Remember, you are the queen in this game. The queen moves around the board freely while the king has to just sit there and allow others to serve him.
"I am thanks to him," she said. "But I've always had a passion for potions. Something soothing in the process." With her mess cleaned up, it allowed her to have full focus on Lucius Malfoy. She wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. She wanted to give him her full attention, but didn't want to subject herself to his mannerisms. He was a cunning bugger, aptly put in the Slytherin house. Still, she had to keep on her toes to keep up with this one.
Marriage was always at the forefront of Narcissa's mind. It seemed Bella would not settle down, no matter how she or her father pressed the urgency to her. Narcissa knew that their family needed to marry into a good family, to uphold the strong pureblood linage. How else were the true inheritors of the wizarding world going to continue to flourish? Certainly Bella had to know, even with her strong devotion to the Dark Lord. Still, she was saving herself for his will, if he ever so chose her. Narcissa was highly doubtful, but remained silent for her sisters sake. The pressure of the Black family rested on her shoulders and she knew she had to make the right match. Who better than Lucius Malfoy? He was handsome, rich, and had a strong pureblood background. All the key components to a good marriage. But there was something else there as well, something Narcissa didn't even want to admit to herself. She was falling for him.
She couldn't say what it was about Lucius Malfoy that made her feel so in love. It certainly wasn't his love for her. No, there was something else, some kind of connection that she felt with him. It only upset her more to think she was the only one who felt it. She was happy to carry on the family line by marrying whomever her father thought suitable, but the romantic side hoped to marry someone she loved. After her little run in with Lucius in the common room, she had begun to hope there might be something there, just a little sense of the feeling returned. After reports of the dance however, she was beginning to feel like a fool for believing she was any different from how Lucius saw Sirius Black and that infuriated her.
"I'm sure you know why I asked you down here," she said, watching him intently. "And no, not to have a little fun or discuss "intimate" matters. I want answers and I want them straight forward." Her blue eyes burned into his grey ones, wishing she had the same abilities as Severus. She just wanted him to be straight forward, to tell her the truth. She didn't want little tidbits here or there or to be strung along like a little child. She wanted to be treated as his equal.