oknarcissa:
her dress was long and gothic, clashing beautifully against her porcelain skin in a battle between light and dark. she came with her friends, having told a few suitors no due to her desire to actually have fun. but after another letter from her secret pen-pal, they both decided to meet. so there she waited, drink in hand as she looked around with a nervous spark in her eyes. // @malfoylu
lucius’ fist clenched around a dozen white roses; picked especially for his date. the beautiful duchess, even without seeing her in person he knew by the way she wrote that she would be. they had arranged to meet tonight for the first time. —to say malfoy was nervous would be an understatement. he was petrified. petrified that she would not be the women of his dreams that he had made up in his head. “narcissa.” he grumbled at the sight of the small blonde. “surprised to see you here without a date. mummy and daddy couldn’t afford to buy anyone to be your date tonight hm?”













