Some of this chapter may be inappropiate to under fifteens.

Weeks passed. Narcissa had long lost Andromeda to Ted - and that resulted in her little sister being called foul names by her family and so called friends. Once their Aunt had learnt the news, she was furious, shrieking profanties. This resulted Andromeda being blasted off their aunt's portrait. Bellatrix and Lucius seemed to be more distant than ever from Narcissa - along with Rodolphus, Crabbe and Goyle. The only one who remained talking to Narcissa, however, was Severus Snape. Late at night, they would talk into the early hours of the morning about their problems, and their opinions on matters. Narcissa's grades were beginning to suffer - she went from Outstanding to Exceeds Expectations and "Acceptable." Although they were still relatively good, they still felt like an underachievement to Narcissa. Coping with Regulus's death, schoolwork, and excruciating problems with Remus had taken it's toll on her. Often, after lunch, she would just sit with James, Sirius, Remus and Peter by the lake, watching the wildlife and talking, quietly. Sometimes, it would just be her and Remus, and they would lie against a tree, holding hands without speech, merely enjoying one anothers company.

Another thing that was stressing Narcissa out was the fact she kept getting countless letters from her parents, reminding her of her purity towards wizards 'lower class' than herself, and to maintain that position, otherwise consequences would be severe. She did not have to guess who had spoken uncharacteristically to her parents - it was clearly Bellatrix seeking revenge. As far as Narcissa was concerned, Bellatrix was due to marry Rodolphus around mid August, despite still 'carrying on' with Voldemort. Narcissa had little respect for him - if any at all. After all, he murdered Regulus - didn't he?
Of course he did. There was no doubting the lengths of trouble Voldemort would go to just to murder someone. Sometimes, all he had to do was point his wand at them and say the two words, and Merlin was your uncle. Or, he went to extreme measures to capture somebody, torture them, and so on. Possibilities swam through Narcissa's mind, and although James had suggested she should not dwell on it, shoving this half explained death out of her mind wasn't possible. Not right now, anyway. Sirius understood what she was going through more than anybody else. Sometimes, all she had to do was look sad, and he would hold her, without words, merely comforting her. Remus didn't seem to like it one bit, but he never said anything. It was only his best friend and girlfriend after all - plus they were cousins, and if they did anything it'd be plain wrong. So, putting his worries aside, he would slip his hand through hers, and watch as her eyes lit up. Sometimes they went for walks after dinner, just him and her, holding hands and kissing.

One one paticular occasion, they were sitting by the lake after dinner, just watching the crystal clear water. The moon did not appear that night, much to their delight. Remus smiled at Narcissa. "I'm sorry that I've been a bit edgy recently." he told her apologetically, his eyes gazing at the horizon. Her hand tightened around his in appriceation towards his apology.
"I'm sorry too. It's just ... with Regulus d-dying ..." her eyes filled with tears, and Remus looked slightly taken aback. He stood up, as if agitated by her crying. She stood up too and grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry ..." she trailed off as he pulled her close to him and pressed his lips against hers for a passionate kiss. She was suprised, but indistinctively her hands slid around his neck, his hips brushing against hers. "Oh, Remus," she gasped as he drew for breath before planting kisses along her neck, his hands holding her close to him. Her hair brushed against his cheek delicatley. His hands reached for her robes and he disregarded it, continuing to kiss on her face, lips and neck. She wrapped her arms around his middle, eventually resting her head over his shoulder. "I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too." He whispered back, his hands stroking her hair softly. And with that said and done, he held her close to him, his head resting against hers, as they both watched the lake in front of them calming, a slight breeze lowering it's speed as they stood embraced.

"Narcissa Black!"
"What?" groaned Narcissa groggily. She looked up at Dumbledore's face curiously. Oh, fiddlesticks. She'd fallen asleep in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Dumbledore did not tell her off or punish her with detention, he merely said with a smile, "Make sure you get enough sleep, Miss Black - perhaps you should cut the amount of time you spend outside after dinner." He winked at her pleasantly, walking back to the front of the class to resume the topic he had been discussing.
"So - the last unforgiveable curse is ..." As Dumbledore began to describe the killing curse, Narcissa switched off, thinking about last night with Remus down by the lake. It had been so romantic. They had lain and watched the stars, cuddled up together. She glanced at Remus to see him grinning at her. Sirius wasn't paying attention to Dumbledore either - he was staring blankly out of the window. As soon as the lesson had ended, she walked over to Sirius's desk, which he was sharing with a sleepy looking James. "Sirius?"
"Uh huh," he glanced tiredly at her, watching her look suprised at the dark circles he had under his eyes, the fact his hair was messy - and he wasn't as lively anymore.
"Padfoot," Wormtail scuttled over, looking flushed. "It's only Regulus, and he was a bas-"
Sirius drew his wand so quick that no one else had time to react. "You don't ever," he grabbed Wormtail's robes, "badmouth my family AGAIN!"
"Padfoot - let GO!" Remus was looking worried, approaching the two as if hoping his presence would end any possible battle taking place. Wormtail was drenched in a cold sweat, his teeth chattering.
"Fine," snapped Sirius, letting go of Wormtail. "You're pathetic," he told him, his face contorted with a mixture of misery and anger. With that, he picked up his school bag, and headed out of the classroom.
"I'll go after him," said Narcissa, her expression worried. Remus nodded vacantly at her speech, as he checked Wormtail was alright. James had appeared to of missed the whole scene, yawning loudly and ruffling his hair. Smirking slightly, she left in a flourish, her flat heeled shoes tapping away as she desended. It did not take long to find Sirius; he was standing by the Great Hall, his arms crossed. As she approached, he sighed. "Wormy," he begun, "is right in a way. Regulus was a bloody smug bastard - but it seems he saw the light, if you will - and tried to leave. But ... he didn't deserve to die. It's-"
"Not fair," finished Narcissa quietly, "I know."
"Wormtail doesn't understand-"
"I'm sure he tries to. Look - we're all here for you, even though Remus may be vacant for a while when full moon is about, James playing Quidditch being ultimatley DETERMINED to flatter Slytherin. Wormy cares too - he's just a bit naive. And I care, O.K?"
Sirius smiled. "Dear cousin - what would I do without you?" He kissed her cheek in thanks.
Narcissa smiled back. "Come on, Padfoot, we've got Potions next . . ." she pulled a face. He laughed at her obvious discomfort pleasantly.
"Better get going then, Cissy."
She laughed and took his arm, making their way to the Dungeons.

Bellatrix smirked, watching her cousin and sister from the staircase. Oh, this was getting far too interesting.