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Chapter 1: Evening Strolls.
Cold. It was simply cold. The stinging breeze would stroke roughly against her fair skin, Narcissa's skin, as she strolled along the empty streets of a rundown muggle suburb. Streets clear and lights out, it was hardly even noticeable that there was a young woman roaming the dangerous streets all on her own. Especially at this hour...
"Narcissa?" A familiar voice called out. Narcissa stopped dead in her tracks, easily recognizing the slightly masculine voice. She swore she could feel her heart beating violently in her chest when her name was called. "What are you doing here?" The voice called again. Narcissa put on her best false smile and spun on her heels to face her unexpected company.
"Oh, hello Remus," The young witch greeted, plainly avoiding his previous question.
"Narcissa what are you doing here? Are you honestly baiting yourself to get jumped?" Remus worried, scurrying himself over toward the small figure. "I worry about you quite enough already."
Narcissa sighed and bobbed her head downwards, watching her shoes grow frigid.
"There is absolutely no need for your worries, Remus. None at all," She insisted. Though the young witch found it simply adorable when he worried for her, she found it simply unnecessary. Remus sighed and rubbed his hands together.
"Are you not cold at all Narcissa?" The frozen Remus asked her. Narcissa shrugged.
"A bit," she replied dully.
Remus stared at the beautiful figure standing before him, her blonde hair emphasized by the bright December moon. He sighed, "Come on, my home isn't much from here." Remus took Narcissa's cold, petite hands in his warm ones and led her down the street and around the corner.
Many blocks later, there they stood, awkwardly hand in hand, on Remus' small porch.
"And I thought you said your home wasn't far from here," she mocked, air quoting his last words.
"Seems like I was wrong," Remus admitted, unlocking the door and swiftly opening it for the young lady. "Home sweet, home."
Narcissa stared in awe, a huge waft of many smells attacking her nose. Grass, parchment, dog, the three popular smells that would resemble Remus John Lupin.
"So what brings you here Narcissa?" The masculine voice called out again, this time from indoors. Narcissa quickly snapped out of her wonders and entered the warm cottage, shutting the door lightly behind her.
"Just out on a nighttime stroll, any problem with that?" She snapped.
"Just the fact that it's freezing outside and that you're 'taking a stroll' in a dangerous suburb. You have to think for your safety, Cissa." That sent happy shivers down Narcissa's spine. She thought there was no hope of hearing her ever so famous nickname get stated by the one man she truly fancied.
In reply to Remus' remark, she sat quiet, head down with her hair falling to her face. Remus, noticing her posture, quickly reacted and took her slightly less cold hands than led her to his disorganized sitting room. Narcissa sitting on one side of love seat and Remus on the large arm chair.
"You could stay the night Cissa. I'll take the couch and you could take my bed," The scar faced young man offered, his tone low and soft.
Again, the young witch was speechless. All she did was nod with her head bobbed down, in attempt to hide her growing grin.
A/N: This was/is originally on my Wattpad that I decided to also add onto here, so just so you know I'm not "stealing" the story. I will be posting the many other chapters seeing as I've written up to five ongoing as of right now. Please review! ((:
