Hi! This is a totally crazy idea with a very crazy pairing, but I wanted to try... Let me know what you think^^
In vino veritas…
The party for the end of the last year. That's when I saw her that way for the first time. That's when I saw her different side. That's when I can say to have known the real her, while she seated in front of a table with a bottle in front of her eyes, unsure if pour it again into the glass or not. I had just finished to dance and joke with my friends and curious as ever, I walked away and approached her.
"Hey, cousin!" she said, too concerned with her dilemma about the bottle to look up to me.
"So, did you get drunk?" I asked, trying to hold a laughter. The impeccable Narcissa Black, soon to be Malfoy, who was drowning her sadness in the alcool? Too unlike to be true.
"Just a little glass" she stated looking seriously at me "And you, dear Sirius?" she asked then, bursting into a strange laughter.
"Oh, you got drunk for real!" I said astonished, taking the bottle from her hands and realizing it was nearly empty. Or at least, nearly it was until then, since with a quick move, Narcissa took again the bottle and finished to pour it into her glass, ending finally her dilemma.
"So, tell me, why do you suddenly like getting drunk?" I asked, trying to see the positive aspect of the whole thing: I was always a marauder and I could have made her some questions just to have some fun… In vino veritas…
"Too many problems… The family, Bella, Malfoy… " she said taking a gulp of whisky "But why do you ask? You just don't fucking care! … And I should shut the hell up!" she said then aloud starting suddenly to cry.
That was definitely too much for me: the beautiful and flawless Narcissa Black drunk, crying and even using vulgar words?
But in that moment, I didn't know how to act and… I simply took her hands, trying to comfort her.
"You know what? If you weren't my cousing, I think I'd really like you…" she stated then, starting again to laugh.
Her sudden changes of humor really scared me, typical for drinking a little too much of course, but neverthless seeing her that way simply made me wonder.
I looked her into the eyes, it seemed she had suddenly came back serious and I read in her gaze a glimpse of lucidity.
"Take me away…" she whispered, not breaking the eye contact. She seemed tired, she was tired. Tired of acting as everybody else wanted her to, tired to be perfet, tired to live her life.
But what could I do? It was true what I though before, In vino veritas indeed… It had took just a bottle of Whisky to make her admit her real feelings, her most hidden desire: freedom, and she had revealed it to me, as a message, as a S.O.S. But I perfectly knew that the next day she would have become again the same Narcissa, still tired of her life but not strong enough to make a simple objection.
Because even if she was tired of being Narcissa Black, she didn't dislike after all to become Narcissa Malfoy… and to soon become tired of it too.