Hello. Co-authorship. Yes. Since we're in a giving tree mood, we're posting the first three chapters. I'm no JK, she's not JK. Just JK is Rowing so. Yeah.
Cold.
Why did it have to be so damn cold? She hugged her dressing gown. Tea wasn't warming up her body as it was supposed to.
What's the point of a hot drink if it doesn't warm one up anyway? She frowned at her cup before attempting another sip. Her tongue scorched but damnit if her body didn't absorb any warmth.
"Cissy this tastes awful." Her cousin whined. He sat on her sofa as if he owned it. Legs stretched out over the arm and his muddy shoes dripped mud on the carpet. The clean white carpet. The new white carpet.
"Make your own cup with your own tea at your own house!" She took his cup from his hands, wincing as some spilled on the coffee table and on the said carpet.
"I'm sorry, Cissy." He kicked off his left shoe, literally, which end up knocking into her bookshelf. The other hit a wall. She smacked him behind the head much to his discomfort.
"Oi! That hurt." He rubbed back of head while she pulled nasty and mean faces. He took none of them seriously.
"Why are you here? I was sleeping. Then you come and break my bedroom window!" She stands to smack him again but he is out of reach and she just sat down, so she lowers her self.
"I have a job at the ministry." He said.
"Yes, I know." She took a sip of her new beverage-coffee. It tasted just as bad as the tea. She nearly spat it out.
"No. You don't get it." He turned round to face her. " I have a job at the ministry and I'm dating Alecto Carrow. I'm living the life my mum wants!"
Narcissa tried to picture a world where her dear auntie Wally would want to date Alecto Carrow. A very scary visual place. Bright and pastel. She shuddered.
"And this realization led you to breaking my bedroom window?"
"Sorry about that but did you have to hit me with that paddle thing?" He rubs his head and adjusts himself so he is lying on his back again.
"I thought you were Lucious." She says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Why would he crawl through your bedroom window?" He frowns as he ponders this.
"Because he isn't allowed to come through the front door."
He wasn't allowed in the flat even.
"Why not? Thought you loved him?" He nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears a strange choking-squealing noise. Narcissa face has gone purple and the cup she had been holding is on her lap along with the hot contents of the cup.
"Cissy?"
She ran out of the living room and into her bedroom and slammed the door shut. Several crashes and incoherent swears followed, she entered the room dressed in gray sweats.
"No."
She budged him over with her hip and sat next to him on the couch. He sat up and scratched the back of his head.
"Bad break up?" He pats her back. She moves away from his touch.
"No break up. Two dates. Worst days of my life. Never again. Why I quit the ministry. Didn't want to run into him."
"He doesn't work for the ministry."
"But he is there enough."
They sit in silence for a moment. She rests her head onto his shoulder before snapping back into an upright position.
"Does Alecto know you don't want to date her anymore?"
He pulls her into a hug and holds her tight.
"I love you, Narcissa Black." He kisses her temple. She manages to wiggle out of his grasp and jumps to her feet.
"You haven't told her have you, Reg?" She already knows the answer and groans.
"Thought if another woman told her she wouldn't feel bad?"
He smiles but it fails to amuse. He pats the couch and reluctantly Narcissa sits down.
"I'm quitting my job at the ministry which means I wont have any money to afford rent and mum may be a bit upset when I tell I want to try new things."
Narcissa did not want to know what "new things" meant nor did think she would like where the rest of his new life had concerned her.
"You want to move in with me until everything is sorted." Wasn't a question but more of a depressing reality. She liked being on her own. She could have naked Tuesdays and play the latest Weird Sisters album as loud as she wanted.
"My stuff is by the bush outside your window."
Men.
"No."
He yawned and stretched his arms. Narcissa narrows her eyes.
"Tired."
He closed his eyes.
"What about Sirius or those idiot schoolmates of yours?"
He waved hand dismissively and snorted.
"Sirius lives with Remus and Mott doesn't bathe and the others are married. Or something."
Ah.
She wasn't going to give in. Not yet. She grabbed both of his wrists and tried in vain to pull him up to his feet.
"What," she tugged, " about," tug, " Barty?" She tugged but ended up falling backwards.
"He lives in an obnoxious part of town. Full of these snooty-"
"He said no." She said from the floor.
He nodded.
"The bastard. Slammed the door in my face!" He punched the air with his fists.
She should have pushed him out the window instead. She cursed herself.
"One week."
He sighed loudly and fixed the pillow on the couch.
"I don't know Cissy. Remember when you were ill? I was the only one who wasn't afraid to be in the same room as you." He exhaled dramatically and pouted at her.
Oh that bastard.
"One month." She said this as if the words were a source of great pain.
"Thanks. Get me a blanket, yeah? Freezing in here."
She already hated him as a roommate. She started her trek for the requested blanket when he demanded more.
"Maybe something warm like tea? But good tea. That stuff you gave me was rubbish. This what you serve to all your guests?"
She wondered how long it would be before she killed him.