A/N: This is a rather crazy ideathat just popped in my head one day. I just started to wonder how would people like the Malfoys react to such a place as Stars Hollow and I thought there was potential for a story.

Please give it a shot? I'll give you some magic coffee!

Disclaimer: I own nothing that you may recognize.

And I'm no native speaker so I apologize in advance for mistakes that will make you cringe.

When Narcissa Black, formerly known as Malfoy, stepped into the sun of Diagon Alley, she couldn't smile any wider. It was the beginning of May and the birds were chirping. The alley was colourful and bustling with people but Narcissa had forgotten how pretty it actually was. Not that it had been a long time since she was last strolling there. Except that Lucius Malfoy did not stroll. He did not enjoy the sun, he hated busy streets and chirpy birds made him want to own a gun, even if it was a lame muggle device. Visiting Diagon Alley with him had nothing of an agreeable experience.

Except today was different. There was no Lucius, no murderous thoughts, no Knockturn Alley, no shady business. She started to walk down the cobble stoned street at a leisurely pace. A few people greeted her and looked at her in shock but the majority of the crowd did not even recognize her. Narcissa herself barely recognized her reflection in the shiny windows of the packed shops.

She was wearing muggle jeans and a light pink knitted jumper which complimented her perfect complexion and shiny golden hair. The outfit added to her odd happy behaviour had people wonder what could be up with her but she didn't care. She hardly noticed them, she was too glad to be rid of the Malfoyesque brocade robes.

Her steps eventually led her to the ice cream parlour. Her eyes lit with excitement. She had been dreaming of a double mocha cone since the trial. She placed her order and took a seat on the terrace. Bill was late, as per usual. Florian Fortescue arrived with the object of her desire just as Bill was walking up the street.

"Narcissa! You look wonderful!"

She laughed mirthfully at Bill Weasley. He was always amusing to her, even if he wasn't trying to be funny. It was something about his face and the expressions he wore. He had never understood why she was always laughing at him, but he had gotten used to it. They had known each other since Hogwarts, since some unfortunate accident in the owlery that neither of them ever told anyone but which still makes them laugh to this day.

Narcissa choked on her cone as she remembered and Bill shook his head as he sat down, perfectly knowing what she was on about. He decided not to comment though. It was certainly preferable in his case.

"Have I told you how wonderful you look?" he asked mischievously.

"Buy your own cone. I already told you flattery doesn't work with me."

He glared but she kept eating her cone peacefully. She hadn't had one of these since her wedding. Lucius always said that ice cream, if it had to be eaten, was to be served in a dish, and not some disgusting piece of biscuit that would let the melting ice cream drip everywhere.

Bill eventually got his own vanilla cone and the conversation took at much more serious turn.

"What are you going to do now Narcissa?"

"I'm going to sell all the properties. Then I'll take off. I don't know where to, but I'm leaving."

Bill sighed. He loved how much enthusiasm and life the trial had given her back, but he feared she wasn't used to do anything by herself. She had been swept away as soon as she graduated to be put on the trophy wife pedestal and probably never had further responsibility than to order a bunch of house elves around. And if she sold all the properties, would she even know how to buy a new one?

"What about Draco?"

Narcissa raised an eyebrow. "What about him? He's in school, hopefully behaving and getting decent grades."

"How will he take your 'taking off' and all the changes you seem to be making?" If Bill knew something, it was that Narcissa's son was far from being a piece of cake when it came to anything that didn't conform to his ideas, or rather, the ideas Lucius had drilled into the boy since he was born.

"Well, he doesn't really have a choice now, does he? He'll spend the summer wherever I've decided to settle and he'll change his attitude. Getting a bit of sun wouldn't hurt him too, he looks sickly."

Bill started to speak again but Narcissa cut him quickly. "Look Bill, I know nothing is going to be simple, for me or for Drake, but I'm changing our lives. I've got a second chance, don't you see it? There's still time to change everything, I'm sure there is."

He sighed, rolled his eyes and eventually smiled. "So, any ideas where you're going?"

...&...

The sun was not setting down on London and Narcissa was still a bit dizzy from the rush of this whole new world: Muggle London. She was fascinated, even though she nearly got killed twice by a double-deck bus and then an ambulance.

She was a bit (completely) lost with her muggle money and utterly terrified with her first journey on the tube. But she eventually managed and was very proud when she finally opened a muggle bank account without looking like a twat.

Now she was wandering on Leicester Square when a shop full of boxes with moving images in them caught her attention. She tried to remember the word for them, but her muggle studies were 16 years behind her. Television! She nearly shouted it but thankfully restrained herself. She watched fascinated. She entered the shop to see if she could hear any sound inside, and she could. It was a documentary about Canada and it was gorgeous.

Suddenly, she knew where she was going.

"CANADA?"

Severus' eyes bulged.

"Yes Sev, I'm moving to Canada."

The potion teacher sat down at what he knew to be Potter's place as it was covered in various graffiti's and banged his head repeatedly.

"You can't be serious Cissa! What are you going to do there? Where in Canada? How do you even plan to live there? Are there magical communities over there?"

"Merlin, get a grip! I don't care about any of this! I just know where I'm going. And I'm so serious I can even tell how I'm going to get there. I'm going to take an aeroplane!"

Snape choked. "A… what?"

"The muggle thinguie that flies." She supplied, rolling her eyes.

Severus' head connected once more with the table and an incoherent string of speech could be faintly heard. Narcissa, however, was highly entertained.

"Then I'm buying a car and I'm going drive from New York up to Canada, because I remember my friend Millie talking about road trips when we were in school together and she said it was cool."

"Narcissa, you're nuts. You can't even drive! And you don't know the country! And what about Draco? He's 15, do you really think you can just ask him to pack and go wherever the hell you've decided?"

"Canada, Sev. Canada. And I can drive actually. I asked my chauffeur to teach me when Lucius wasn't there. I even have a valid licence. And Draco, what does he have here? He never had friends out of school anyway, so what is he really leaving behind?"

"Nothing Mum, but what's the topic?" an all too familiar voice asked from the door.

"Your mother is a nut job," Severus mumbled from the table where his forehead still laid.

"Give the masses some fresh news," the young Slytherin drawled.

"We're moving to Canada and Sevvy is having a heart attack over it."

Narcissa searched her son's face as she broke the news of their changing continent but it was vacant of all expression, as per usual. She mentally cringed at that. She wanted a reaction, bad or good. That would at least mean he cared.

"Why? Scared of the bears?" Draco smirked.

"Shut up or I put you in detention with Weasley tonight."

Narcissa stepped into the exchange. "What do you think of us moving?"

Draco looked at her blankly. "I don't care. It's your life, do whatever the hell you want with it. It's not like you're giving me a choice, and even if you did, what else could I choose? I'm late for transfiguration anyway."

Narcissa winced at the coldness in his voice as he turned away and marched to the door.

Severus sighed "Well, at least he didn't blow up anything inmy classroom." He was painfully remembering the day a nine year old Draco had blown up everything possible in his flat. The muggle neighbours were still recovering, even if their memories had been thoroughly erased.

"I'm glad you think it's funny my son is the prince of ice," Narcissa snapped in a hurt voice.

Less than two weeks later, her suitcases stocked with the muggle things she bought on her numerous shopping trips after having sold the Denmark property, Narcissa Black was boarding a plane in Heathrow international airport.

She thought she would be even more scared of the plane than of the underground, but she was too excited to remember to be frightened. The journey went by quickly and soon enough was she strolling around New York; she wasted no time in finding a hotel which would have made Lucius cringe and after a couple of days, bought herself a jeep. That ended up being more complicated than she thought, because the insurance guy wanted her to give an address and couldn't quite comprehend that she was between addresses. She ended up giving him Severus' address in England as he was the only person she knew who had a muggle address. He would curse her into next week when he'd receive the paper but it would have to do for now.

Once in the countryside outside New York, she stopped the car and looked around. She didn't know where she was going and it was a wonderful feeling. Looking back, she still couldn't believe it. Just a few months ago, she was slamming her glass of firewhisky on the precious wood of Lucius' desk and marching out of the manor to get Dumbledore's help. Just a few months ago, she had finally remembered who she was.

How she arrived in Stars Hollow, Connecticut, was nothing extraordinary. It was yet another mocha cone craving that had made her stop. Then, the scent of freshly brewed coffee had attracted her to a small diner. Coffee wasn't really her thing, she was more a tea person. But this particular coffee had made her want some. And she was glad she had surrendered because the cup, or rather bowl of coffee she drank that day changed her life.

"Luke, you can't NOT give me coffee."

The shout had woken Narcissa from her reverie and she looked over at the counter where the diner man and a dark haired woman were arguing.

"I can, it's for the safety of the citizenry. The government should reward me with a medal: I'm saving the masses from you on caffeine high," Luke retorted.

"I'm only on my seventh cup! I'm far from the caffeine high! I'm so far from it I'm going to need the NASA to launch a satellite to localize the caffeine high for me! That's how far I am from it."

Narcissa subtly snorted in her cup at the antics of the two people who obviously had this conversation quite often. The seventh cup comment made her think of Draco and his caffeine addiction. Suddenly, she wished he was there too.

"Lorelai, go away!" Luke bellowed.

"Meanie!" the woman shouted back, to the amusement of the other customers.

"For here or to go?" he finally sighed, handing her a blueberry muffin.

"To go, my minion!" She threw him the money, grabbed the cup and ran to the door before he had time to change his mind.

The guy named Luke came round to Narcissa's table with the coffee pot. "Sorry about that, most people in this town are mentally defective."

Narcissa smiled as a rather imposing woman protested. "Don't listen to him Sugar, he's bitter and maudlin."

Luke slammed the pot down and turned around to the eccentric woman. "Don't you have some sucking-up to Taylor to do, Patty?"

"Oh Lord no, he's too old for me sweetie."

This time, Narcissa spat out her coffee and laughed out loud. Luke turned back to look at her. She tried to recover and managed to splutter that she was sorry. The person called Patty quickly caught on the fact that she wasn't from the neighbourhood, and was delighted to hear that she was British, and thus, grabbed her cup, her magazine and came to sit across Narcissa.

"So, what are you doing in our lovely town."

When the blonde woman answered she was only passing through, Patty was shocked. "Darling, you can't just 'pass through' Stars Hollow. It's a whole new life experience in itself."

"A traumatic one," drawled Luke from behind the counter where he was repairing his third toaster in a month. Patty dismissed him with a wave.

"We're having this spring festival this weekend. You should stay; it's very friendly. There'll be a parade, and bonfires, and punch."

"Punch?" asked Narcissa with a confused frown.

"Truly delicious, you'll love it. You're not in a hurry, are you?"

"Oh no, not at all. I'm actually looking for a new place to live and was going to go up to Canada."

"Pish, Canada has nothing on us," Patty exclaimed.

"She's right. The only difference is that they have the bears, we have the morons," added Luke.

Narcissa pondered the situation for a minute. The plan was to drive north. But she had time, didn't she? And who was telling her to stick to the plan? There was no plan in the first place.

"Where's a good place to stay?" she asked while waving her empty cup at Luke.

"Independence Inn," everybody replied while Luke gave her a fourth cup of the magic coffee.

"Independence Inn, Michel speaking."

Narcissa tapped her fingers on the polished counter. The man behind the desk had made three phone calls in a row, and then answered three without paying the slightest attention to her.

She tried once again to say hello and get the man's attention to no avail. She remembered the crazy people in town and decided that she was going to fit in. Which meant doing something crazy. Something Narcissa Malfoy would never have done.

She stepped behind the desk next to the French man and grabbed the reservation book that was sitting there. She noticed room 11 was small and free for the next week and wrote down her name in pencil in the appropriate case. She then noticed they always wrote down a credit card number and added hers.

Meanwhile, Michel had finished his phone call and Lorelai had arrived from the kitchen, cookie in hand. Both looked in shock at the blonde woman. She smiled broadly at Lorelai. "If everybody did like me, you wouldn't have to hire that annoying guy anymore."

"Now there's a thought…"

"Lorelai!" screeched Michel. "You better not take into consideration the advice of this rude person when it comes to running this place! I am highly trained and completely necessary to the functioning of this inn!"

"Relax Michel. And besides, she probably wouldn't have done that if you hadn't been ignoring her for the past twenty minutes. Geez, take a chill pill my friend, and slow down on the low-fat cheese, it makes you cranky..." The dark-haired woman from the diner rolled her eyes.

Michel started to protest but Lorelai cut him. "I was there, I saw everything. And no, I didn't intervene because I wanted to see how long you would play and how much patience she had." Her face was lit with a nearly sadistic smile. She then turned to Narcissa.

"Your patience span is unbelievable. Most people snap after 3 minutes 47 seconds tops."

"I have a very complicated 15 year old boy," was Narcissa's answer. And Lorelai knew exactly what she was talking about.

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