A/N – Hello all! I've decided to write some short stories. Basically, these are just some writing exercises, but I figured some one out there might want to read them. Each vignette will have a specific objective. Your assignment, if you choose to accept it, is to let me know if I reached my goal!

All these stories will be about a Harry Potter character getting their first kiss. I have a few ideas already, but I'm always open to suggestions. And all of these stories are canon in the Kerrymdb Harry Potter Universe.

Narcissa Black (In which Kerry attempts to make the readers feel sorry for Narcissa Black)

Narcissa Black soothed out a crinkle in her dress. She wisely chose to keep quiet during the discussions. She might only be fourteen years old, but she knew her place. Listen carefully, look alert and say nothing. Her own opinion did not matter in these talks.

She looked at the three people across from her. Xavier Malfoy didn't pay her any attention. He was only interested in the negotiations with her parents. Donetta Malfoy kept looking her up and down; trying to find a single flaw in her appearance. Narcissa held her head high; she knew that her looks couldn't be faulted.

Then, sitting a bit away from his parents, was Lucius Malfoy. He too was looking her up and down, but it was a different gaze than his mothers. His was more predatory. He looked at her as if she was a prize that he knew he had already won.

Narcissa demurely re-crossed her ankles, and looked at Xavier Malfoy, who had just asked for even more money to allow their betrothal.

Her father balked at the request. "You have almost doubled the price?"

Xavier Malfoy nodded. He was holding all the cards, and the Black family knew it. "We are, of course, taking in the events that occurred in the past few months."

It took all of Narcissa's willpower not to look ashamed. It made perfect sense to her now. Of course the Malfoy family wanted more money. In a way, Narcissa realized that she should be grateful that the Malfoys were willing to still consider the betrothal.

Narcissa silently cursed her older sister Andromeda. Narcissa had the chance to make a match with one of the most respected pure-blood in the wizarding world. And now, because of her sister, the match might not happen.

Andromeda had always been a bit odd. She was, of course, a Slytherin, just like Narcissa and Bellatrix. However, she chose to consort with those not worthy of her attention. She had graduated from Hogwarts this past spring, and announced her engagement to a Hufflepuff.

That was hard enough to deal with. If he had been just a Hufflepuff from a good wizarding family, it might have been forgiven. There was so much inter-marrying these days in the pureblood families, that occasionally a Hufflepuff or two was born. Even so, true Slytherins looked down upon them. They could be so easily...manipulated.

However, the man Andromeda had chosen to marry was a muggle-born. The Blacks knew nothing of his background, other that his father was factory worker. When the news broke, Narcissa still held her head high, even though she cried about it at night. Andromeda had only been four years older than her. She had always been closer to her than Bella, who was almost ten years older, and already married. There were times when she desperately missed her sister.

Her father reacted as was expected. He threw Andromeda out of the house and ordered Bella and Narcissa never to speak to her again. Narcissa hadn't spoken in person to her, but she had sent her an owl. The owl carried a card that simply said, "Why?"

"That of which you speak is a non-issue, Malfoy," her father said, trying to sound calm. Narcissa sighed inside. She knew the moment that the Malfoys left, he would be bring out the Firewhiskey and the insults. Hopefully, he wouldn't resort to violence this time.

"She is no longer a member of this family," her mother said. Narcissa turned to her mother. Women were never expected to speak during proceedings such as these. What in the world was she thinking?

"I understand that," Xavier Malfoy said smoothly. "There was another incident, during the start of term, wasn't there?"

Narcissa felt her cheeks grow red. During the sorting ceremony this year, the unthinkable happened. A member of the Black family had been sorted into Gryffindor. She remembered holding her head up high as her cousin, Sirius Black, had the sorting hat placed on his head.

Moments passed, and Narcissa had been puzzled why the hat was taking so long. Most of the time, the hat barely needed to touch the head of a Black before it shouted "Slytherin!"

Hearing the words "Gryffindor!" caused Narcissa to drop her head quickly. Almost every head at the Slytherin table turned to look at her. She had never been so embarrassed in her life.

Narcissa looked at her father out of the corner of her eye. He seemed to be struggling with himself. She willed him to make the match. Narcissa would never have this chance again.

"Your request is acceptable," Narcissa's father said finally.

"Good, good," Xavier Malfoy said. "Such a beautiful pair. I can't even imagine what the children will look like!"

"The betrothal will officially start today. Then one month after Narcissa graduates from Hogwarts, they will wed," Narcissa's father said. "You graduate this term, don't you son?"

Lucius Malfoy had the tiniest of smirks on his face. "Yes, sir," he said smoothly.

"Cissa graduates in three years. That gives you plenty of time to enjoy yourself before you wed," her father said, with a smile on his face.

The smirk grew more pronounced. "Yes, sir, it does," Lucius said, gazing at Narcissa.

Inside, Narcissa was fuming. She knew she had to be a virgin on her wedding night. She knew that Lucius would try to sleep with her before then, but she would have to keep him at bay. If she gave in to him before they wed, what was to stop him from thinking she hadn't given in to someone else?

But here all the men were, joking in front of her, that Lucius could go out and have as many conquests as he wanted before they wed. The double standard infuriated her.

The men stood and shook hands. Narcissa's mother and Lucius' mother excused themselves to look at the garden.

"Well, Xavier, old boy. Let's head to my study to finalize the details. Leave the young ones to themselves," her father said boisterously.

Narcissa stood up quickly, and walked the men to the door. Xavier Malfoy took her hand and kissed it gently. "You'll make an excellent wife to my son, my dear."

"I certainly hope so, sir," Narcissa said softly.

Xavier Malfoy closed the door as they left the parlor. Narcissa turned and looked back at Lucius. His arm was draped on the sofa, and he was leaning back against the cushions, his legs crossed casually.

"Dear girl, would you get me a glass of fire whiskey?" he purred.

With efficiency, Narcissa poured a glass of fire whiskey. She had poured enough glasses for her father over the years. She gave the tumbler to Lucius and sat in the armchair next to him.

Narcissa crossed her legs towards him, and gave him a quick view of her upper thigh, before she smoothed her skirt back over her knee.

"You don't want a glass of your own?" he asked.

"I've never had any alcohol in my life, Malfoy," Narcissa said. She knew that this meeting was crucial. If Lucius wasn't happy, he could call off the betrothal.

"Good," Lucius said simply. He drank in silence. He seemed to prefer it. Narcissa knew that a sillier woman would have tried to engage him in idiotic conversation that he had no use for. She stayed silent, waiting for him to talk.

Finally he drained his glass, and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. He looked her up and down and arched an eyebrow. "Why don't you sit next to me?" he suggested huskily.

Narcissa stood up and moved to the couch, leaving a great deal of space between them.

"How many men have you kissed?" Lucius asked.

Narcissa turned and faced him. "How many women have you kissed?" she countered.

She was pleased that she had made him smile. "A great deal of women, actually," he said.

"I would expect nothing less," Narcissa said. "Aren't you considered one of the more eligible bachelors at Hogwarts?"

"Very true," Lucius said, inching towards her. "I admire the way you switched the focus of the conversation from you to me."

Narcissa nodded. "Thank you."

"But you didn't answer my question," Lucius said.

Narcissa considered this. The truth was that she had never kissed any man. She debated which answer he would prefer. The truth or some fabrication?

"I've never been kissed," Narcissa said finally.

Lucius' eyes lit up. "Really? The Ice Queen has never kissed anyone?" he asked. Lucius' hand made its way to hers. He was stroking it gently. It felt quite nice, actually. "Why?"

"I've waited for you," Narcissa said truthfully.

"Explain."

"I've known since I started Hogwarts that I would marry you some day, Malfoy. I have come to the opinion that I deserve the best in life. And quite simply, you are the best. There's no point in me going out and consorting with people I have no desire to be around," Narcissa said. She closed her eyes briefly, hoping she hadn't said too much.

To her surprise, Lucius slid himself over next to her, his body right next to his. He put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her gently on the lips.

Narcissa closed her eyes, enjoying their kiss. They continued kissing softly. But then Lucius' lips became more demanding. His tongue forced her lips open. He leaned her back, so that he was resting on top of her.

She wasn't quite sure how to handle this. His lips left hers and traveled to her neck. He sucked her neck hard, and Narcissa felt his teeth start to nibble gently.

For close to ten minutes they kissed roughly. Quite frankly, she wasn't really enjoying it. The soft, slow kisses were nice. But she didn't like these urgent, frantic kisses. Narcissa felt his hand close around her left breast. That was unacceptable.

With all of her strength, Narcissa pushed him off of her. She then sat up and slapped him as hard as she could.

Lucius looked at her excitedly. He was testing her limit, and they both knew it.

She stood up quickly and stood in front of him. "We may be betrothed, but that does not give you special privileges, Malfoy. I will set the guidelines on how far our physical relationship will go before we wed."

"Really?" he asked teasingly.

"I am to be your wife, Lucius. I will accept nothing less than your respect for this position. I know there are plenty of willing women at Hogwarts and else where to give in to you. Look to them for sexual comfort until we wed, not me," Narcissa said, standing up.

"So you are telling me to find companionship elsewhere?" he asked. Narcissa could tell that he was very pleased with how this conversation was going.

"Until we wed," Narcissa said.

"And afterwards?" Lucius said huskily.

"I understand you may not always be faithful, Lucius," Narcissa said. "Seldom men are. But I will expect you to be discreet. You will not flaunt other woman around and ruin my name."

Lucius was silent. Narcissa willed him to accept her bargain. She would never get this chance again, and she had played her last hand.

"Deal," Lucius said finally. Narcissa heard the admiration in his voice.

She looked to the door. Narcissa could hear their fathers walking back towards the parlor. Lucius stood up and wrapped his arms around Narcissa for a passionate kiss. As they parted, and the doors opened, a look of understanding passed between them.

A/N – So how'd I do? Did you feel sorry for her at all? Even just the tiniest bit? Please feel free to leave a review and let me know!

Next up – Ron and Hermione!