@C0deSolo@RayGunEtiquette I use to be like that. Being overly careful to women then I realized they are just mentally ill or very unmature and they do not need to be pamper more than any regular adult.
The Malfoid trend made me go back to dieting, working out and sleeping 8 hours a day, I yearn for true love and I want to be the best husband for my future wife. Never stop yearning my friends
Narcissa: Mr. Potter.
Harry: Mrs. Malfoy? Why are you at Hogwarts?
Narcissa: Dracaena informed me that you asked her to go with you to the Yule Ball. She also informed me that you need dance lessons. I came to make some... arrangements with Dumbledore.
Harry [raising eyebrow with suspicion]: What kind of arrangements?
Narcissa: The kind that gives you and my daughter permission to come to Malfoy Manor for one hour each evening, every evening, after dinner between now and the Yule Ball so I can teach you how to dance. We only have a few weeks to get you ready, but I have devised a training regimen that will ensure you and Dracaena will be the star couple of the Yule Ball.
Harry: Really? Awesome.
Narcissa [with a vaguely triumphant twinkle in her eyes]: Quite. I have also arranged for you to be fitted for a suit made by Lucius's personal tailor. I know you can afford a fine enough suit, but you lack the experience in selecting one that is appropriate for an event of this importance. There are... nuances to these things that need to be respected.
Harry: Oh, that's... very considerate of you.
Narcissa [vaguely smirking]: Isn't it, though? On Saturdays, you'll be spending three hours at Malfoy Manor so I can also instruct you on proper social etiquette during a formal event of this magnitude and table manners, which means you'll be able to enjoy several meals prepared by our personal chef as you practice said table manners with me and Dracaena. Lucius will not be dining with us. He'd be giving you such a frigid glower the whole time the food would freeze to our plates.
Harry: Will he be present for any of the lessons?
Narcissa: A few, but only so he and I can demonstrate certain dance moves, then he'll be going as far from Malfoy Manor as he can as quickly as he can or I'll be sending him to the moon.
Harry: Is that hyperbole or can you actually send him to the moon?
Narcissa: He knows better than to test me and learn the answer for himself. One more thing.
Harry: Yes?
Narcissa: It is customary for a young Wizard to present a young Witch with a small piece of jewelry when he comes to collect her for a ball such as this. I've arranged for you to accompany me to Diagon Alley two Saturdays from now so we can purchase something appropriate for you to give to Dracaena when you pick her up from the Slytherin dormitory. I know you do not have access to your full inheritance until you turn seventeen, so I will pay for it. I will not be expecting you to pay me back... [muttering under breath] ...monetarily... [speaking normally] ...so do not worry about the price. As far as I am concerned, no price is too great to make my daughter the proverbial queen of the Yule Ball. Do you have any questions, Mr. Potter?
Harry: Only one: Why are you doing all this? I would think you and your husband would be strongly opposed to your daughter attending the Yule Ball with me.
Narcissa: Make no mistake, my husband is, but I have reminded him that this particular ball has not been hosted in two centuries and may never be held again. If this is to be the final Yule Ball held during a Triwizard Tournament, then my daughter will be attending with one of the Champions and she will be the most admired girl in attendance. [muttering under breath] Also, as a former Slytherin, I know how to play the long game.
Harry: Eh?
Narcissa: Oh, nothing. I look forward to moulding you into a flawless dancer, Mr. Potter. I am certain you will not disappoint me.
Harry [uncertainly]: Uh, thank you for the vote of confidence, Mrs. Malfoy. I look forward to being moulded by you. ... That came out wrong.
Narcissa [smirking]: Oh, on the contrary, Mr. Potter, that is precisely the sentiment that ensures you will become the perfect dance partner... [muttering] ...and husband... [speaking normally] ...for my daughter.
Harry: Oh, uh... right. Well... see you at our first lesson.
Narcissa: See you then.
[She departs looking as pleased as a snake after it has consumed a tasty toad]
Harry: I think I may be in way out of my depth.
Dumbledore [seemingly appearing behind Harry's back]: My dear boy, you have no idea.
Harry [nearly jumping out of skin]: Aaagh!
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