Hey! This fic is for Harry Potter Fanfic Challenge's Pairing Diversity Boot Camp Challenge where we were challenged to write 50 fics about 50 pairings. Obviously, this is James and Narcissa, my favourite angsty, unrequited pairing :D Also, title is from a Malanda Jean-Claude poem 3
Her silver hair is tied back, meaning she must have come from Quidditch practise. Seeker, she was, and rather a good one. One moment she was talking to the Greengrass girl and then - unnaturally blue eyes pierced him. Caught, James almost blushed. Narcissa smiled smugly, quite happy with herself.
"James?" came Peter's voice. He was speaking about something Sirius did in a class James hadn't taken. "Are you alright? No, don't tell me you fancy her!"
Heat rose in his cheeks again. He'd forgotten how observant Peter was. "Don't tell Sirius, please, mate," he begged, seeing no point denying it.
Peter furrowed his brows. "Sirius? Why'd Sirius care you fancy Amelia Bones?"
Thank, Merlin. Peter didn't know. But now James had created another awkward situation. The Head Girl was great (when she wasn't giving them detentions with that smirk, unusual on a Hufflepuff) and indeed sitting between at the table between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but James didn't fancy her - not that he did Narcissa. Snobbish, smug, sarcastic Narcissa, whose shoes were always polished and never once forgot her green and silver tie.
"You know... she's older and that," James mumbled into his toast. Peter took his awkwardness as embarrassment and not trying to make up a lie. He was an awful liar and besides, he hated lying.
Fortunately, Peter was understanding. "Ah, well, I suppose there has to be one girl who can resist your charms." Peter laughed, going back to his Charms notes.
There is, James agreed silently, glancing over to where Narcissa was getting up, not looking at him once.