Title: Good Morning Heartache
Dedication: To the guys who hurt us
Warnings: A bit rough on males
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Chapter 2
"..a final comfort that is small,
but not cold: The heart is the only
broken instrument that works."
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The sun peered through stained glass windows, seeping through bed curtains, over tired eyes. The great silence which had swallowed the room through out the night, had ceased. Murmurs lifted into the dead air, as did the sound of creatures moving across the carpeted surface. However, the darkness around one bed still lingered, for the girl had refused to open her curtains. Cold blue eyes store upward to the ceiling, falling faint of the disturbances around them. Taking in deep calm breaths, the body lay still and silent refusing to move or acknowledge existence. But her soul could not remain at rest for long, because soon enough a hand reached over and opened the curtain which contained the darkness. Standing above Narcissa: a medium height, brown haired, green eyed girl. Her smirked danced across Narcissa, as if inviting her to join in the morning.
"Alright sleeping beauty, that's enough rest for you, its not like you need the beauty sleep.." The girl called while turning on one foot, running a brush through her bouncy shoulder length hair. This one went by the name Lydia, a pure blood with real attitude. It was true, that many first and second years kept away from her out of pure fear. But Narcissa knew that was her mask, her façade.
"Aren't we Miss Suzy Sunshine this morning.." Narcissa muttered while slipping from underneath the warm covers, feet sliding onto the cold ground. With a long sigh, the seventh year drifted across the room to change and prepare herself from the day. In the distance Lydia's voice could be hear muttering something or another before it faded down the stairwell. Narcissa now sat alone in the bedroom, looming in front of the vanity. Tired eyes swept across the glass nearly filling with tears. A distorted image lay before them, an ugly little girl, lost and afraid. She reached a quivering hand to the nearest hairbrush, combing out the tangles and knots from the night. Make up was applied gingerly and in good taste, but still her distorted image remained. Narcissa leaned back in the chair sobbing, but the reason was unknown. She didn't honestly believe she was horrifying, but the fact that no one really loved her made this girl feel unwanted, betrayed. Minutes passed, drowning out the bitter sadness as Narcissa stood, snatching her robe off the bed post. With a long sigh and push of tears off light pink cheeks, Narcissa made her long descend from the girls dormitories to the commons below.
Always dark and quiet, the Slytherin commons. A beautiful girl swept across the room with books in hand, eyes set upon the portrait hole. Naturally several girls called for Narcissa, however she refused to pay them heed. Out the door and down the bleak dungeon halls, Narcissa kept a keen eye on the path in front. The way to the Great Hall was made in silence, only her deep breaths in and out could be heard. Nearing the room, noise scattered about the hallways, echoing off the stone walls. Narcissa stood outside them a moment, eyes glancing about the large crowded room. Her body shook and trembled as the Slytherin entered and took a seat at her designated table. Those around her barely recognized her presence, giving slight nods of hello. The end where she sat buzzed with gossip, while the other held taunting eyes.
Breakfast was dull and boring, holding little importance for Narcissa barely touched anything. She always ate little, her feedings that of a bird; small and simple. By the time class started, Narcissa was already in her favorite seat with parchment out. History of Magic truly was boring and repetitive, but it held the one part of Narcissa's life which brought a smile to her face. Two rows down, three seats over sat a tall, medium build Ravenclaw male, whose eyes were a deep brown with soft hints of blue. His perfection enticed Narcissa, earning a place in her heart and mind. Travis Saunders, beautiful in every way. He took his usual seat, but before sitting, his eyes fell upon Narcissa, his face holding a smile. Travis gave a slight wave, mouthing the word, "Hello" before turning to take his seat. A faint deep red flushed across Narcissa's cheeks, eyes falling downcast. Her silence was soon ended, for Lydia entered wearing her usual large grin.
"Honestly Narci, could you make it any more obvious? And could he? Its so sweet, it makes me sick.." She stated while taking the empty seat next to Narcissa, tossing back bangs which had drifted over her light hues. Lydia was truly beautiful, her simple manor and appearance setting off fireworks in the eyes of boys. She didn't need or use make up, and very rarely was Lydia seen perking in front of the mirror. The envy Narcissa felt was overwhelming, soul shattering.
"I'm not that obvious Lydia.am I?" Narcissa replied, eyes shooting upward to meet Lydia's.
"Yes you are, but don't worry; the feeling is mutual with Travis." Lydia responded her grin lightening into a soft smile.
Class proceeded as usual, carrying the same mono tone and dull appeal. By the time it was over, most were in need of waking. Lydia tapped Narcissa's shoulder, sending a chill down the girls spine. Blue eyes shot open, pupils widening for a short time, while a deep breath inward was taken. Lydia smirked, rolling her hues before leaving the classroom. Few students were left, one being the handsome Ravenclaw. Thoughts raced through Narcissa's mind, before her final decision to talk to him was made. Softly and carefully, she crept forward; drifting down two rows, over three seats. His eyes met hers and for a moment there was complete silence.
"Long class, wasn't it?" He asked, looking away with a gently smile.
"Long.boring, but then again when is it not?" Travis laughed to Narcissa's reply, gesturing that the two walk out together. She agreed, heading up the steps with Travis by her side. The two walked together for the next hour or so, for both had no classes at that time. It seemed as if everything was discussed; the future, classes, people, relationships, favorites. By the time the two had reached the dungeons for Potions, the feeling was that they had known each other for years. Travis walked Narcissa to her table, smiling as he went to his own. The class started soon enough, but the potion was too hard to follow with such things on her mind.
"I take it, things went well." Lydia finally asked while pouring in one of the ingredients to their supposed sleeping potion. "Hey watch it! Too much Dragons blood will kill us, honesty Narcissa your head is really in the clouds today." And that was true, Narcissa's thoughts were elsewhere, and the class assignment seemed unimportant.
"Sorry, I didn't realize I was adding too much." Narcissa began while pouring some of the ingredient back into its original vile. "And yes, our conversation did go well. I honestly didn't know how great Travis is. Sure, he looks great but this guy has so many ideas and thoughts, he's amazing Lydia, amazing."
"Well, Travis is in Ravenclaw Narci, did you really think he was going to be a moron? Personally I think its good you've found someone to swoon over, its not healthy to be alone all the time. This will give Lucius a run for his money if anything, now he knows your not his little play toy." Lydia replied as the two ended their potion, readying it for presentation. Narcissa merely nodded while glancing about the dungeons, her eyes falling to Travis'. She smiled, gathering her belongings as the class ended. He walked over nonchalantly with a smirk, nodding for the two to leave together. Narcissa smiled and led the way.
For the first time in years, the day flew by and ended on a good note. After dinner, Travis made the cunning walk to the Slytherin table and asked Narcissa to join him on the Hogsmeade trip that was coming up. Naturally Narcissa agreed, and was left to leave the Great Hall wearing a smile and humming a tune. The bleak dungeons held nothing on her good mood, she had practically forgotten that the commons would be cold and dreary.
Another night in the commons, alone in her quiet mind. Narcissa fell over into her usual chair smiling while tossing her books onto the table. Her hands held firm for once as they began a report for Herbology, but concentrating was such a task. Narcissa had never felt so alive in all her days, no one had ever made her feel like a person. But the happiness she was feeling only lasted so long, for another figure lurked about the commons wearing an angered look. His existence didn't go un noticed and the once beautiful smile which had found its way to Narcissa's face soon faded. Annoyed, the girl stood and began to gather her books. He walked to her side, staring down upon the golden haired beauty whose eyes suddenly shot upward.
"Problem?" Narcissa asked while crossing her arms, tapping one foot. But he didn't answer right away, at least not in words. No sooner had Narcissa stood, was she on the ground with a hand tightly pinned behind her back. His frustration had led to a hard hit and grasp onto the girl who wanted nothing more than to cry.
"I will say this once and only once Narcissa Black, If I ever catch you behaving that way again, Ill release myself on you. Don't make the mistake of pretending to be stronger than me bitch, because I will let you know where you stand. If acting like a whore makes you feel stronger, then I suggest finding another way. This isn't a game and I'm no fool Narcissa, don't forget that you're my fiancé and I wont sit around and let you humiliate me and my family." Lucius said, his voice low and dangerous. After giving her a shove to the ground and kick to the stomach, the coward retreated to his room. Narcissa had stopped breathing for some time, and the first breath taken was in sobs. She still lay on the ground, curling her frail body close to be drowned in tears.
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Chapter 2
"..a final comfort that is small,
but not cold: The heart is the only
broken instrument that works."
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The sun peered through stained glass windows, seeping through bed curtains, over tired eyes. The great silence which had swallowed the room through out the night, had ceased. Murmurs lifted into the dead air, as did the sound of creatures moving across the carpeted surface. However, the darkness around one bed still lingered, for the girl had refused to open her curtains. Cold blue eyes store upward to the ceiling, falling faint of the disturbances around them. Taking in deep calm breaths, the body lay still and silent refusing to move or acknowledge existence. But her soul could not remain at rest for long, because soon enough a hand reached over and opened the curtain which contained the darkness. Standing above Narcissa: a medium height, brown haired, green eyed girl. Her smirked danced across Narcissa, as if inviting her to join in the morning.
"Alright sleeping beauty, that's enough rest for you, its not like you need the beauty sleep.." The girl called while turning on one foot, running a brush through her bouncy shoulder length hair. This one went by the name Lydia, a pure blood with real attitude. It was true, that many first and second years kept away from her out of pure fear. But Narcissa knew that was her mask, her façade.
"Aren't we Miss Suzy Sunshine this morning.." Narcissa muttered while slipping from underneath the warm covers, feet sliding onto the cold ground. With a long sigh, the seventh year drifted across the room to change and prepare herself from the day. In the distance Lydia's voice could be hear muttering something or another before it faded down the stairwell. Narcissa now sat alone in the bedroom, looming in front of the vanity. Tired eyes swept across the glass nearly filling with tears. A distorted image lay before them, an ugly little girl, lost and afraid. She reached a quivering hand to the nearest hairbrush, combing out the tangles and knots from the night. Make up was applied gingerly and in good taste, but still her distorted image remained. Narcissa leaned back in the chair sobbing, but the reason was unknown. She didn't honestly believe she was horrifying, but the fact that no one really loved her made this girl feel unwanted, betrayed. Minutes passed, drowning out the bitter sadness as Narcissa stood, snatching her robe off the bed post. With a long sigh and push of tears off light pink cheeks, Narcissa made her long descend from the girls dormitories to the commons below.
Always dark and quiet, the Slytherin commons. A beautiful girl swept across the room with books in hand, eyes set upon the portrait hole. Naturally several girls called for Narcissa, however she refused to pay them heed. Out the door and down the bleak dungeon halls, Narcissa kept a keen eye on the path in front. The way to the Great Hall was made in silence, only her deep breaths in and out could be heard. Nearing the room, noise scattered about the hallways, echoing off the stone walls. Narcissa stood outside them a moment, eyes glancing about the large crowded room. Her body shook and trembled as the Slytherin entered and took a seat at her designated table. Those around her barely recognized her presence, giving slight nods of hello. The end where she sat buzzed with gossip, while the other held taunting eyes.
Breakfast was dull and boring, holding little importance for Narcissa barely touched anything. She always ate little, her feedings that of a bird; small and simple. By the time class started, Narcissa was already in her favorite seat with parchment out. History of Magic truly was boring and repetitive, but it held the one part of Narcissa's life which brought a smile to her face. Two rows down, three seats over sat a tall, medium build Ravenclaw male, whose eyes were a deep brown with soft hints of blue. His perfection enticed Narcissa, earning a place in her heart and mind. Travis Saunders, beautiful in every way. He took his usual seat, but before sitting, his eyes fell upon Narcissa, his face holding a smile. Travis gave a slight wave, mouthing the word, "Hello" before turning to take his seat. A faint deep red flushed across Narcissa's cheeks, eyes falling downcast. Her silence was soon ended, for Lydia entered wearing her usual large grin.
"Honestly Narci, could you make it any more obvious? And could he? Its so sweet, it makes me sick.." She stated while taking the empty seat next to Narcissa, tossing back bangs which had drifted over her light hues. Lydia was truly beautiful, her simple manor and appearance setting off fireworks in the eyes of boys. She didn't need or use make up, and very rarely was Lydia seen perking in front of the mirror. The envy Narcissa felt was overwhelming, soul shattering.
"I'm not that obvious Lydia.am I?" Narcissa replied, eyes shooting upward to meet Lydia's.
"Yes you are, but don't worry; the feeling is mutual with Travis." Lydia responded her grin lightening into a soft smile.
Class proceeded as usual, carrying the same mono tone and dull appeal. By the time it was over, most were in need of waking. Lydia tapped Narcissa's shoulder, sending a chill down the girls spine. Blue eyes shot open, pupils widening for a short time, while a deep breath inward was taken. Lydia smirked, rolling her hues before leaving the classroom. Few students were left, one being the handsome Ravenclaw. Thoughts raced through Narcissa's mind, before her final decision to talk to him was made. Softly and carefully, she crept forward; drifting down two rows, over three seats. His eyes met hers and for a moment there was complete silence.
"Long class, wasn't it?" He asked, looking away with a gently smile.
"Long.boring, but then again when is it not?" Travis laughed to Narcissa's reply, gesturing that the two walk out together. She agreed, heading up the steps with Travis by her side. The two walked together for the next hour or so, for both had no classes at that time. It seemed as if everything was discussed; the future, classes, people, relationships, favorites. By the time the two had reached the dungeons for Potions, the feeling was that they had known each other for years. Travis walked Narcissa to her table, smiling as he went to his own. The class started soon enough, but the potion was too hard to follow with such things on her mind.
"I take it, things went well." Lydia finally asked while pouring in one of the ingredients to their supposed sleeping potion. "Hey watch it! Too much Dragons blood will kill us, honesty Narcissa your head is really in the clouds today." And that was true, Narcissa's thoughts were elsewhere, and the class assignment seemed unimportant.
"Sorry, I didn't realize I was adding too much." Narcissa began while pouring some of the ingredient back into its original vile. "And yes, our conversation did go well. I honestly didn't know how great Travis is. Sure, he looks great but this guy has so many ideas and thoughts, he's amazing Lydia, amazing."
"Well, Travis is in Ravenclaw Narci, did you really think he was going to be a moron? Personally I think its good you've found someone to swoon over, its not healthy to be alone all the time. This will give Lucius a run for his money if anything, now he knows your not his little play toy." Lydia replied as the two ended their potion, readying it for presentation. Narcissa merely nodded while glancing about the dungeons, her eyes falling to Travis'. She smiled, gathering her belongings as the class ended. He walked over nonchalantly with a smirk, nodding for the two to leave together. Narcissa smiled and led the way.
For the first time in years, the day flew by and ended on a good note. After dinner, Travis made the cunning walk to the Slytherin table and asked Narcissa to join him on the Hogsmeade trip that was coming up. Naturally Narcissa agreed, and was left to leave the Great Hall wearing a smile and humming a tune. The bleak dungeons held nothing on her good mood, she had practically forgotten that the commons would be cold and dreary.
Another night in the commons, alone in her quiet mind. Narcissa fell over into her usual chair smiling while tossing her books onto the table. Her hands held firm for once as they began a report for Herbology, but concentrating was such a task. Narcissa had never felt so alive in all her days, no one had ever made her feel like a person. But the happiness she was feeling only lasted so long, for another figure lurked about the commons wearing an angered look. His existence didn't go un noticed and the once beautiful smile which had found its way to Narcissa's face soon faded. Annoyed, the girl stood and began to gather her books. He walked to her side, staring down upon the golden haired beauty whose eyes suddenly shot upward.
"Problem?" Narcissa asked while crossing her arms, tapping one foot. But he didn't answer right away, at least not in words. No sooner had Narcissa stood, was she on the ground with a hand tightly pinned behind her back. His frustration had led to a hard hit and grasp onto the girl who wanted nothing more than to cry.
"I will say this once and only once Narcissa Black, If I ever catch you behaving that way again, Ill release myself on you. Don't make the mistake of pretending to be stronger than me bitch, because I will let you know where you stand. If acting like a whore makes you feel stronger, then I suggest finding another way. This isn't a game and I'm no fool Narcissa, don't forget that you're my fiancé and I wont sit around and let you humiliate me and my family." Lucius said, his voice low and dangerous. After giving her a shove to the ground and kick to the stomach, the coward retreated to his room. Narcissa had stopped breathing for some time, and the first breath taken was in sobs. She still lay on the ground, curling her frail body close to be drowned in tears.