Narcissa: Is this wrong!
I awoke in the morning from an uneasy sleep. I had been dreaming about him again. Sirius. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop. I knew I
shouldn't think about him in that way, but it was so hard. Ever since that stormy night in July I knew that I loved him. I swung my legs out of my
bed and reached for my slippers. Mysteriously, I found them to be missing, but I knew it was probably Kreacher that had taken them to add to
his "collection". I climbed down the stairs and threw open the door to the boiler room. Kreacher wasn't there. I searched the small space that
Kreacher could call his own, but found nothing. I ventured back upstairs and knocked on Sirius's door. There was no reply, so I quietly opened
the door. I found Sirius lying in his bed snoring away like a warthog. I prodded his shoulder, about to ask him if he had seen my slippers, when
he turned over to see who it was. Apparently, wearing pyjamas wasn't an option for Sirius. I ran out of the room, slamming the door behind
me. Why did I enjoy it? Why did I feel like this? I knew I couldn't stop it. It must be fate. It must be destiny!
Once I was back in my own room I lay on my bed and thought about what had just happened. I thought back to that stormy night in July.
[FLASHBACK
Another bolt of thunder struck. The trees in the park across the road seemed to shiver with fear. As if they seemed almost as frightened as I
was. I had always hated thunderstorms and it was as if the Dark Lord was punishing me for my mistake. Sirius had heard me scream and
opened my bedroom door to find me weeping on my bed. He was such a blood traitor and he knew that I hated him, so why did he come to
comfort me? He put his arm around me and looked deep into my eyes. Another bolt of thunder struck and I dove into his warm chest. As the
thunder moved away, I found myself close to him. Too close. I pulled away and realised what I had done. I had fallen into a trap. A trap of love.
The man that I had fallen for was my cousin!
To this day, never a day goes by when I don't think about my one true love. Even so, not a single day passes when I don't think about how
wrong my feelings are. From lying on my bed I could see my slippers tucked neatly inside my wardrobe. If I had actually looked in my room,
maybe I might not have seen what I had actually been thinking about for the past six months. I walked across the room and placed the slippers
on my feet. As I made my way downstairs, I could smell burning food. It was obviously mother trying her best to make a muggle meal again,
but failing miserably. As I stepped inside the kitchen the door swung back into my head……..
That was the last thing I could remember. When I awoke, I found Sirius leaning over me.
"I know!" was all he said. Without worrying about the fact that my mother and two sisters were watching me, I kissed him. At first it was a timid,
dry-lipped kiss, but it then became passionate. After several minutes we broke apart. I didn't care that he was my cousin, because I had found
the perfect man. That night, as I lay in my hospital bed I dreamt about Sirius again, but this time it didn't feel wrong. Instead it felt so, so right!