Narcissa is running through a field of tall grass on a bright spring morning. The long, sticky green blades brush against her bare legs, catching at the hem of her short white dress. Her pale hair flies out behind her, catching the sun and glinting like so many golden ribbons.
"Lily! Lily, wait!" Narcissa calls, laughing. She sees Lily running just a short distance ahead of her, her auburn locks tangled in the breeze. Lily looks back and waves.
"Come on, Cissy!" Lily calls, her voice full of light and laughter. Narcissa increases her pace and finally catches up to the other girl, tackling her to the ground. They fall in a graceful heap of flushed skin and tangled limbs, their cotton sundresses riding up to expose the smooth skin of their thighs.
Still laughing, Lily looks down at Narcissa, who is lying directly below her.
"I love you," she says, planting a soft kiss on Narcissa's nose that leaves the skin tingling and warm.
"I love you too," Narcissa replies, smiling.
Narcissa opens her eyes. The vision of the meadow disappears, replaced with the reality of a snow-covered cemetery and the icy bitterness of a December morning.
Directly before her is a grave. The headstone bears the names of Lily and James Potter.
"I will always love you," Narcissa murmurs, casting a last, lingering look at the headstone before disapparating home to her husband.
A/N: I've never done a one-shot before. Please review and tell me if this one works.