Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Seriously.
A/N: Written for Challenge #221 ~ Rain at femslash100.
A/N2: I must say, I haven't written much in the HP fandom lately, but Lily/Narcissa remains one of my favourite pairings from the fandom. If any of you would like to see Lily's POV to this, do let me know via reviewing (or if you have any fic requests, really, my muse gets really fired up with challenges and requests). Oh, and of course, if you like/dislike the drabble, do review to let me know. Cheers! Ooh, it wasn't passed through a beta reader, so pardon any mistakes.
It was a rainy day when they first met and Lily Evans had been defiant. Narcissa can still remember the fire in her glare, the sting from her words and the warmth of her subsequent apology. A proper Gryffindor, she remembered Lucius saying and herself agreeing – except he did not mean it as the compliment she had – as he steered her away from the greenhouses to look for another private place for the two of them.
It was a few days later that Narcissa ran into Lily again. This time, it was in the library and they were alone. "You were crying," Narcissa said bluntly by way of greeting.
Lily glared and Narcissa felt strangely gratified by it. "No, I wasn't. It was raining cats and dogs if you recall."
"Yes, you were. It wasn't the rain. I could tell," Narcissa said more gently.
"It's none of your business," Lily bit out, a stubborn set to her jaw.
She was right. It was none of her business, but she wanted it to be. "I'm Narcissa Black," she offered in a quiet voice, extending a hand.
Lily looked dubiously at her hand and finally, hesitantly took it. "Lily Evans."
Narcissa smiled – an easy, relaxed smile, the sort she thought she had forgotten ever since the announcement of her betrothal to Lucius Malfoy. "It's a beautiful name."
Lily flushed beautifully and Narcissa knew in that instant that she would never, ever forget that face, that voice, that everything that comprised Lily Evans.