the_debt_of_time

Sirius would have been perfectly content to remain by the bar for the rest of the
night, but his focus fell across a blur of blond hair as Narcissa was pulled quickly from the
large ballroom.
Curious and concerned for the one cousin he had left that was not a complete
disaster, Sirius slipped into the shadows of the hallways and followed after, eagerly listening
for voices.
When he came upon a door that had been slightly cracked open, he pressed his
forehead against the frame and slowly opened the door just a bit to peer inside, only to
find Narcissa and her intended husband face-to-face.
"All I said was that I thought it was an extreme reaction. Muggles have their own
world that's separate from ours already; why even bother to have thoughts of them?"
Narcissa asked coldly.
Lucius turned on her, positively livid. "You were not given to me to have opinions."
"I have not been given to you yet, Lucius!"
"Do you think you can get out of this marriage? I would very much like to see you
try. Our arrangement was sealed with blood." He closed himself in on her, their noses
nearly touching. "Only death will separate us now. So straighten your priorities on your
own, or I will do it for you," he growled and stormed toward the door.
Sirius's eyes went wide, and he ducked away into the nearby alcove just as Lucius
burst through the door, moving quickly back toward the ballroom. Inside, Sirius could hear
Narcissa's sniffles.
He opened the door slowly and took a deep breath before speaking. "Cissa?"
She turned on him, quickly wiping the tears from her face. "Sirius! What are you
doing back here? Get out!"
"You're not really going to marry that fucking creep, are you?" he asked
incredulously.
"You're too young to understand." She scowled and made her way through the
door, shoving past him. "If you were smart, you'd know better than to question my marriage
when I overheard your mother in the early stages of planning yours."
"Oh, fuck that," Sirius snarled. He would make sure no other nasty pureblood
family would even consider him marrying any of their girls. Trailing after his cousin, he