Better Days...

[aliceagain]

If you said that Narcissa was in a mood you’d be wrong. If you said she was in a bad mood you’d still be wrong. Short of saying that she was in a ‘B*tch-from-hell mood’ nothing else would quite sum things up.

She marched out of last class of the day, potions, and out of the Dungeons. She’d considered going back to her common room but considering the insults she’d just thrown at her roommates she’d probably end up pissing them off even more – or them pissing her off more, which was even more likely.

So, in the end, she’d bee-lined out of the Dungeons while the rest of the Slytherin’s headed for their house for a chill out before dinner. Now, she stood in the entrance hall, hands on hips, with no idea where she was heading.

She didn’t have anywhere in particular to be now that classes were over, and it was still another hour or so until dinner, so she had no intention of sitting in there wasting time. The library was out of the question right now because she’d probably get herself kicked out, and she really, really wasn’t in the mood to work.

Narcissa looked backwards and forwards between the door and the stairs. Did she really want to go outside? Probably not. Maybe a bath before dinner in the prefects bathroom with lots of bubbles and aromas to calm her down… Yes. That sounded nice.

She was just about to head for the stairs when she heard a voice behind her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, calming herself. She knew that voice.

This day was getting worse and worse.

[malfoy]

Potions class was always the most interesting class out of all the classes he had, why you would ask? Because he got to still there, not do a whole heck of a lot and just watch Narcissa as she was having a bad day, or a B*tch day whatever you wanted to call it, to him it was all the same. As he just wanted to make sure that she was alright, that was his goal in life. Though she thought that he was an annoying git, that was ok, he would work on that later with her. He knew that he was the best choice for her, because he was a high standard in the world, not like anyone else. Besides, a Black should only marry the best, and he to himself was the best. He had watched people having a yelling that day, and just getting through the damn class so that they could be done for the day, there had to be something more to this because she seemed like she was really in a bad mood. He had gotten up after everyone else and walked out of the class behind her as well. Oh what a world, he just loved watching her move, he slapped himself mentally as he was in the way of some Slytehrin first years, that he just snapped at and told to bugger off while he pulled himself together and thought about where to go before dinner was to start.

He walked up the stairs some, seeing that she was now just standing there, looking around like she was lost of something. He thought about going up to her, but he had to wonder, was geting his head bitten off by her at this time the best thing that could happen? He thought so as he walked up the stairs and was now standing not that far behind her, just wanting to talk to her and see how she was doing. Not knowing that she was going to go off and take a bath, he did not care, well he did not know so why would he care about something he did not know about? He laughed mentally as he walked up more behind her as he was going to go and talk to her now. "Hey Narcissa." He said as he came up the rest of the way and then was talking over to where she was standing. He was wearing a big smile on his face as he pushed his hair out of his face so that he could get a better look at her. Man, she was pretty and he couldn't help the smile that was plastered to his face, making him look like a complete idiot, as she seemed to think that he was anyways. "Looked like you were about to rip some peoples heads off in there. You doing alright?" He asked her as he had shoved his hands into his pockets, so that he did not do anything that he would get slapped for. The last thing that he wanted today was to get slapped, he was already reeling from the last time that she slapped him.

[aliceagain]

Narcissa mentally groaned, hoping like hell that she was just imagining that there was someone behind her. No, not just someone Lucius Malfoy. Of all the people in the whole of Hogwarts he had to be the most annoying of them all.

There was one lesson a week where the fifth years and seventh years were in potions together under what Professor Slughorn called ‘Examinary Revisionary Necessary Classes’. Cringe worthy? Yes. Pointless? Yes. Annoying? Most definitely. Why? Because the prat who was standing behind her would always sit a seat or two away from her and she could feel his eyes on her for most of the two hour session.

What did he want now? She kind of hoped that if she just ignored him he would go away, but that, of course, was wishful thinking. He continued to talk, telling her she looked as if she wanted to rip some ones head off and asking if she was alright.

She had to bite her tongue from turning around and telling him that she would love to rip his head off. God’s he annoyed her to no end! He was constantly at her back and trying to talk to her.

Usually, Narcissa wouldn’t talk back to the seventh years – especially not those who were in the same friend group as Bella – but this particular seventh year didn’t get the same respect as the others did. This one in particular had heard a few choice words from her and been very friendly with her right hand on several occasions over the past few years. There was something satisfying it hearing the slap of flesh of flesh when she sent her hand flying into contact with the side of his face.

The last time she’d done it the red outline in the shape of her hand didn’t fade for nearly two days. He’d been quite sheepish around her but as her luck would have it, the peace didn’t last long.

She swung around to face him, one hand on her hip the other jutted out to one side, putting most of her weight on her left leg. ”What do you want?” she all but snarled.

Her other hand was clenching into a fist repeatedly at her side, getting ready to make contact with him should he say one wrong word to her.

[malfoy]

He could feel the sting that was coming off of her aura. There was something about the moment that he was not looking forward to, and she seemed to be more mad now that he was there. He chuckled, big mistake, he could so get hit for that one but right now he does not care, since well that is beyond anything at that moment. He had watched the way that she had turned around, she seemed to be a lot madder then he had thought she was when he first came up to her that evening. Oh, he was going to be in for it if he slipped up this time, his cheek still hurt the last time she slapped him, and he could not go through another week of him being made fun of by the other guys about how he sucked at getting a girl, and being wiped by the others in that department. He sighed, looked away as he reached up and rubbed his cheek to make sure that it was still there, and he had not gotten hit yet, that was a plus. He had a big fear there. He smirked some as he got back into his mood and looked at her again. "What do I want? Other then to ask you out on a date, you still have yet to give me an answer for that one." He laughed some as he moved back, knowing he so could get hit for that one, because if she did not hit him, he would wonder if there was something wrong with her, really wrong with her.

"All I wanted to know, was if you were alright, its a simple thing to ask when you are in such a temper of gods know what. So i was just trying to be nice and ask if you were alright. There is no need for you to try and bite my head off or hit me for just trying to figure out if you were alright." He said feeling a bit like a deflated balloon, not wanting her to get all pissy at him over something that he genially was trying to be nice about. Since he did not think that it would be good for anyone in that world to have her unhappy. Since she could be quit the hand full when she was not in the best mood. He looked away from her, then smirked off, he was going to try and make her happy again, even if that meant that she could hit him as many times as she wanted, if that meant that she would smiled again. He did love it when she smiled, she was so pretty, and he could not help the feelings that he had for her. The only way that he would fight someone, was for her, so he knew that he had a fight on his hands since he knew that Amycus also was going after her. That little sneak thief, he was going to make sure that he beat him out in the end for this one. "Would it make you feel better if i like you slap me a few times?" He asked with a bit of a smirk on his face, since he knew that could be good for a laugh or two. Well, he hoped that it was going to be good for a laugh or to, or a punch to the jaw or three.

[aliceagain]

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly as she saw him reach up and rub his cheek and she knew he must be remembering the slap that wouldn’t ease down.

Her small smirk disappeared quickly when he told her he wanted to ask her on a date. She frowned then rolled her eyes. ”Never happening, Malfoy. Get over it and stop acting like Potter when he’s drooling over that filthy muggle.”

Her temper got worse as he twittered like a child. She didn’t have time for this. Why couldn’t she have just kept walking rather than stop here? She could have been running a bath by now…

She began to tune out his words until she heard him ask if she’d feel better if he let her slap him. The smug look that she saw accompany that final comment made something snap inside of her.

Instead of sending her fist flying at his face she snatched her wand and turned it towards him, inches from his nose. ”You know what I want to do, Malfoy? Do you know what I really want to do?”