Title: Music of the Night Author: Spoon! Theme: Young Love Prompt Word: Music Character: Narcissa
It was his eyes that she noticed first. Those grey eyes that seemed to pierce her and see straight through, as if he were searching for something. The first time he had actually looked at her, she had taken a breath and not let it out until he looked away. Even though she was only 10 years old, she was in love.
The first dance they had shared together was out of respect to their family names. She had placed her small gloved hand in his, her poofy green dress rustling as he took a step towards her. She couldn't pull her gaze from his and she didn't want to. She felt like a princess, with all eyes upon them as he waltzed her around the room. He was only 13, but to her, he was a man. He had been attending Hogwarts for three years and now, she was to follow. She had received her letter earlier last week and her parents had planned a ball, inviting the best pureblooded families together in celebration. All of their children had been sorted into Slytherin and there was no doubt that Narcissa Black would join them.
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It was her hair that he noticed first. She had her back towards him, so all he could see was an abundance of wheat colored locks spilling over her bare shoulders. She was much too young to be wearing an off the shoulder dress, yet at the same time, she pulled it off. He wanted to reach out and touch her hair, to see if it was as soft and silky as it looked. But of course, he just walked into the ball with his parents, his head held high. He was now a third year at Hogwarts and already well known, thanks to his family name. As his family went over to greet the hosts of the party, he found himself staring at the girl as introductions were being made. She turned to greet them and he felt his heart speed up a little faster. Her cornflower eyes were piercing and contrasted wonderfully with her hair. She looked so dainty, but he could tell that there was more behind her than just that. He bowed to her, taking one of her hands in his, his lips brushing against her knuckles. He was sure that his mother and father were exchanging looks, because before he could introduce himself, they were whisked onto the dance floor
Of course he knew the proper dances and placed, what he now felt were rather large hands, around her slim waist, holding her left hand in his right. As the music began to play, he wanted to say something, anything. But he found that each time he opened his mouth, his mouth felt like there was cotton stuffed into it or that his voice would be too harsh and would actually mar her perfect complexion. So instead, they had just danced.