Warned

"And what does that do to the potion?" asked Narcissa, her big blue eyes staring up at me.

"Well, that makes it boil faster. Only add a few though," I answered, pausing to write the final sentence of my essay for potions.

She leaned over me, gathering up her school supplies. My gaze darted downward, and she slid across my lap as she stood up and walked upstairs to put her books away.

I relaxed into the sofa, letting my legs rest on the table in front of the fire.

Narcissa seated herself next to me, snuggling into my side. She closed her eyes, and I could feel her breathing lightly as her head rested on my chest.

I watched the fire for an hour, until everyone else had gone up to sleep, even Bella, who had gotten a particularly smart first-grader to do her homework for transfiguration and her essay.

Narcissa's eyes flickered open glanced around, and then looked up at me. I smiled as she slid onto my lap and we embraced, my hands sliding up her back as our mouths met. She put her hands around my neck, and I started lowering mine down the sides of her body. Cissy eased into me and I felt my pulse quicken.

A loud squeak punctuated the air, and Narcissa jumped backwards, falling ungainly off the sofa.

Piggybear the hamster snuffled around the couch, blue and pink fur ruffled messily.

"I must have left him in my pocket," said Narcissa sheepishly.

She scooped him up, kissed me on the cheek. "Good night, my big Piggybear," she whispered.

I sat on the couch, feeling my breathing slow. I got up and walked up to my room, and feel asleep.

The next morning I met Narcissa and the rest of my house at breakfast.

"We have the Christmas dance soon, don't we?" said a girl with black and pink hair.

"Oh, yes, I'm sure we do! It's going to be so much fun! Mother said I could get a new dress and everything," another babbled.

I turned to Bellatrix, who was accepting a newspaper from the young boy.

"What's happening in the big wide world today, Bella?" I asked, spearing some bacon.



"It appears that some muggle has seen a wizard of some at," she said, swallowing a mouthful of toast (breakfast of champions!).

"God, that's why we need to just wipe out the muggles. Save the ministry for more important matters," I said, taking a draught of pumpkin juice.

"NARCISSA BLACK! GET THAT THING OFF THE TABLE NOW!" screeched Bellatrix, jumping up from her seat.

Piggybear was sitting next to Narcissa's plate, chewing on a corner of toast Cissy was offering it.

"He won't do any harm –" Cissy protested.

"YES HE WILL! GET HIM OFF THE TABLE NOW!" screamed Bella.

"Fine, fine, fine. Come here, little Piggybear, there you go, into my pocket," Cissy cooed softly, dropping the hamster into her pocket.

I stifled a laugh and led Narcissa back out of the hall.

"You guys! Yea you! Queer!" yelled someone from the Gryffindor table.

I turned around to see Potter striding up to me, bold as brass.

"You, Malfoy!" he yelled.

"Yes! Good for you, Potter! Polysyllabic words, finally!" I taunted.

Potter continued on, ignoring this insult, "I heard Narcissa's pregnant!"

"Then your sources are misinformed," I said quietly, feeling Narcissa stiffen beside me.

"Oh really?" Potter giggled.

Pansy.

"Yes, quite really. But I have to offer my congratulations to you and Sirius over there. You and him will make a loving family for your baby."

I walked off, Cissy regaining some of her color, while Potter ran back to his friends, wailing like a queer.

"Thank you, Piggybear," said Narcissa, sighing.

"You're welcome. Let's hope they don't raise that subject again."



History of magic was dull; the only redeeming aspect was the fact that it was Narcissa's turn to take notes, so it left me and Narcissa to get onto bigger and better things.

Cissy had put Piggybear onto the table, and he was snuffling his way around her piles of textbooks.

I pulled out a sheet of parchment.

How are you, BunnyBuns? I wrote.

Better.

Why? I scribbled, looking up and attentive as Professor Binns looked over the class.

I couldn't bear the thought that Bella might make me give up Piggybear. He's so cute. She blushed as she wrote, just like the real thing.

I smiled at her, and she put her head on my shoulder. Bellatrix shot us a withering glance, and we slid apart.

I accompanied Narcissa to the common rooms, as Mrs. Prince wouldn't allow Piggybear into the library where he would "Defile the words of one's wiser than us," which she told us in many explicit and highly inventive ways.

When we finally got back to the library, we picked up Transfiguration books while Mrs. Prince passed, then headed to the back of the shelves…

We walked together to dinner, hand in hand. Dumbledore looked at us, his eyes holding a smile, the old pervert.

Throughout dinner, Cissy pressed her leg against mine, casting me suggestive looks every so often. Piggybear was not in sight, and when this was established, Bella joined us at the table.

We finished our deserts, and then walked back to our commons.

We were stopped in the hall by four Gryffindors, who circled us.

"Heard you called me queer, Malfoy," sneered Sirius.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did."

"Well, I have someone who can vouch for the fact that I am not," he said, smiling.



A girl walked forward, brown curly hair falling down to the middle of her back. She clutched onto Sirius, and he put an arm around her.

"Oh boy!" I said sarcastically, "You got the school slut on your side!"

Narcissa moved into me, as the boys advanced. I raised my wand and shouted, and purple plumes of magic slammed into their chests, causing them to grow large ears at a prodigious rate.

"My hero," whispered Narcissa as we left the hall, "How will I ever repay you?"