Title: I'm sorry you're dying

Rating: R.

Disclaimer: Own None

Part: 3

A/N: Thank you very much for the reviews. Yeah, as you've probably noticed I write my Narcissa a little diffrently. Maybe because I was tired of the constant two Narcissa's: Weak and miserable Cissa and Bitchy stuck up Cissa. So I decided to break out of the box and try some new stuff. You'll see bits and pieces of the Weak and the Bitchy, but she's entirely her own.

And to catch you up so you aren't confused: Sirius took Andie and Narcissa to the Potter house because he was worried about their well being (After she got hit). Andie's adjusting nicely but Cissa is freaking out.

You'll also notice this is R. Beware!


And Diego grabbed the wand and pressed it-

Cissa's eyes widened as she turned the page. "Is that possible?" She muttered, stretching her leg out of the tub and adjusting her pillow. She was going to have to get out of the bathroom and grab some more books. Oh, and she'd have to grab some food because she hadn't eaten since the night before.

James wanted to take a shower, since he hadn't taken one that day and he felt quite dirty from playing Quidditch earlier that day. He went to a cupboard that held necessary bathroom essentials and grabbed two towels and some loofah. While walking towards the bathroom he noticed that the door was closed and a sliver of light shone from the crack between the door and floor. James knocked the door impatiently, hoping whoever was inside was finished.

Jumping, Cissa looked toward the door, eyes wide in fear. They found me they found me they found me hell. She sunk lower in the tub. But that was ridiculous. No sounds of screaming or running steps. And they would've burst the door down. "The bathroom down the hall should be free!" She yelled to whoever was outside.

"Cissa, is that you?" James yelled through the door. Man, he should have known she'd be hiding out. "I can't go down the hall; there isn't a shower in there. Listen, are you ok?"

Cissa poked her head over the tub and peered at the door. "Of course I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be? Go wash in the sink, I'm not coming out!" With a self-pitying whimper, she closed the star and moon shower curtain and opened her book again. She wanted to know what Diego was going to do next.

Argh, she was hogging the bathroom. He knew inviting so many people to his house would screw up the delicate balance of bathroom time. She also didn't sound very happy. In fact, she sounded a bit nervous. "Cissa, let me in. I really need to take a shower and it seems as if you need to talk," he said, deciding to be firm. Quidditch was very tiring and his hair was flat on his head from sweating.

"What if your Father or Uncle in Polyjuice!" She yelled back, carefully getting out of the tub. "I open that door, you're going to grab me and send me back home and then you're going to hurt me until I can't move, then heal me and throw me at Malfoy!" Cissa reached for her wand and looked at the door. Well, she could open it. She clicked the lock on the door and jumped back, holding her wand up.

James took a step back, still holding the towels and standing in his Quidditch gear, all sweaty. "Err, why are you pointing a wand at me? I just want to take a shower," he said, confused. His eyes then traveled down to her legs and he smirked, leaning against the opposite wall. "Nice job, Black," he said, staring at her legs, point blank. "Nice job indeed..."

Scowling, she set her wand on the counter and grabbed her pillow and books. "I thought you might be my father. I don't want to go back." She bit her lip and looked at him. "My face is up here. Not down there." Secretly, she was rather flattered, but no need to start anything at the moment. "I'll go hide under my bed now."

"Aww, poor baby. Don't worry; your father can't come here. We'd all kick his arse before he crossed the threshold," he informed her, walking into the bathroom and placing his stuff down. He started taking of his equipment, forgetting she was there.

After he finished taking off all the leather stuff, he walked over to the vacant shower and turned on the hot water.

Cissa gulped and held her stuff tighter to her. "Thanks. I appreciate it." She giggled nervously. "Can I go hide in your room? Andie's getting ready for her date, you know and I don't want to bother her." She squeaked, watching his muscles flex under the shirt. Yeah, run to his room, you idiot.

"Ok, yeah. The door's open, just let yourself in," he commented, nonchalantly. He was really looking forward to his shower. He took off his shirt (with his back to her, you dirty people) and tossed it on a chair, thinking Cissa had already left.

She watched him toss the shirt away and looked at his back. Sure, she saw him shirtless the other night, but it was dark and she was too busy shoving her tongue down his throat to notice. "You got a big bruise on your shoulder." She informed him, skimming her fingers over it gently. "I'll... uh... see you in a few then." Cissa positively ran from the room, slamming the door behind her.

James looked over his shoulder, startled that she had seen him without his shirt on. But he got over it, and tried looking at the bruise that she had pointed out. He failed rather miserably at trying to look at his back, so he eventually got into the shower and welcomed the hot water.

Scowling, Cissa closed the James' door behind her and dropped her stuff on his desk. His room was scarily clean, but not messy. A few clothes lay around, along with his Hogwarts stuff. Quidditch posters were plastered on the wall, grinning and winking at her. "Better than my room," she muttered, crawling onto his wrinkled bed sheets and staring at the ceiling. The pillows were rather comfortable.

James took a quick, 15 minute shower and wrapped a robe around him. He picked up all his stuff and headed over to his room. The equipment was heavy and he felt a bit naked under the robe so he quickly ran to his room, threw open the door and tossed his stuff on the ground. He then noticed Narcissa looking at him, so he smiled and head over to the closet.

"You take longer showers than I do," Cissa commented lazily, turning her head to look at the ceiling, trying to ignore the urge to look at him while he changed. "But Sirius says you take five showers a day or something, so I guess its no surprise." She shifted around to elevate the numbness in her foot. "I hope you don't mind me stealing your shirt the other night."

He ducked behind the door and quickly changed. After finishing, he strolled out, with his hair still damp and sat on his bed, beside Cissa. "No, it's ok, I don't mind. You can keep it since it's an old shirt."

She poked his thigh with her toes. "How generous of you. And your shoulder? Hurt at all? Mine still does..." She sat up, pushing blonde hair behind her ear and looked at him dolefully.

He rubbed his shoulder a bit and realized it did hurt, but it wasn't serious. "Why does your shoulder hurt?" he asked, concerned. He poked it lightly to see if she'd wince.

She did and batted his hand away. "Father hit it with a curse and its taking forever to heal." She gave him a small smile. "No biggie. Not the first time it's happened."

He smiled sadly, knowing what kind of pain she was in. "How about you ask my mum or dad to help? I'm sure they can heal it for you..." he suggested, not wanting her to be in anymore pain. "God, why would they hurt you?"

Cissa shrugged, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. "Cause I deserved it. I was out of line. I tried to hit back. I shouldn't have even asked for the stupid broom in the first place." She heaved a sigh, blinking rapidly. "Yeah, maybe I'll ask your mum. She's nice, I like her."

He stroked her hair and looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "Yeah, you shouldn't have asked. Sirius doesn't even need the broom that bad. I could have just gotten it for him if you asked me."

She giggled, running her fingers down his arm, head still pressed into his shoulder. "You're sweet, you know that right? Tactless and arrogant sometimes, but sweet." She rotated her head to look up at him. "Damn good kisser as well."

"I'm flattered ma'am. You're not so bad yourself. I sometimes can't believe I'm the only guy you've kissed, you're that good," he said. "But you know I seem to have forgotten how it feels. Care to remind me?"

Grinning, she wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed her lips gently to his, swinging a leg over his lap so she could balance herself. Yes, James Potter was a very good kisser.

He grinned against her mouth and his hands quickly encircled her waist, pulling her closer in order to deepen the kiss. He hands then went to the back of her head and he ran his hands through her hair.

Sighing, she shifted so he was sitting on his lap, their torsos pressed against each other. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, she too began to play with the wet strands of hair on the nape of his neck, shivering as his hand began to trace circles on her lower back.

James moaned in a low voice, enjoying the sensation that her hands were creating. He then proceeded to lift her up off his lap a bit in order to change positions from sitting to lying down.

Her heart was beating rapidly against her chest as her back hit the mattress gently, golden hair fanning out around her. The broke apart for a moment, both breathing heavily and their lips met one another's again, this time more heated and passionate. He shifted his weight ever so slightly and she gasped, her hands moving away from his neck, down the smooth planes of his back to the hem of his shirt. Should she? Cissa pulled his shirt up a bit, tracing her fingers over his lower back.

Their kissing was getting more frantic, and the heat was building up. James started traveling down, first kissing the side of her mouth, then her jaw and then kissing her neck. He did a sharp intake of breath when he felt her hands on his back. His hand traveled down towards her thigh and he placed it under her long shirt, slowly lifting it up.

"JamesJamesJames," She murmured, feeling his hand hot on her stomach, slowly, torturously going higher. She tugged at the collar of his shirt, impatient. Oh this was getting out of control, but she wouldn't let it go too far. She wasn't ready yet. But the need to feel his skin on hers was becoming unbearable by the minute.

He broke the kiss and urgently took off his shirt, tossing it randomly onto the floor. He then continuing kissing her, his tongue exploring as much of her mouth as possible. He, unlike her, was definitely ready and he lifted her shirt over her bra, waiting for her to lift her head so he could take it off completely. He was crazed with passion and couldn't think of anything but the feeling of her skin against his.

She broke the kiss, quickly pulling her shirt off and tossing it away like he did and flipped him over in one quick movement, straddling his wait and peppering kisses across his jaw, nipping where his neck and jaw met. This feeling was nothing like she had ever felt before and she found herself slowly becoming addicted to it. "James," she murmured, her lips fluttering back to his briefly before moving down the opposite side of his jaw.

"Mm, Cissa," he moaned, making sure he said the right name. He then flipped her on her back and broke the kiss, giving her a look that said 'bring it'. She was obviously the strong type, but so was he. He then caught her mouth in another passionate kiss, running his hands, agonizingly slow, along her thighs and waist.

She shivered with a gasp, running her fingertips down his sides, smiling as he in turn shivered. "Do you," kiss. "Think I'm," kiss. He nipped her lip back, kissing her once more as she hooked a leg around his waist and rolled them back over so she was back on top. She shivered as her hair tickled her shoulders and nipped at his jaw. "Pretty?"

"Of course I do," he said, panting heavily. "But I'm prettier." He grabbed her by the waist and tossed her to the other side of the bed and rolled over, ending up on top of her. He kissed her while supporting his weight on his arms and bit her bottom lip, hard, but not hard enough to draw blood.

"You'd like to think that wouldn't you?" She panted when he pulled away to let her catch her breath. She was aching pleasurably all over, shivering with a cold sheen of sweat beginning to cover her. With a hungry growl, she pulled him back down impatiently, wrapping both legs around his waist.

Hah, he thought. I win!. He then succumbed to the pleasure that was Narcissa, kissing her hungrily, and placing his hands all over, stroking and rubbing greedily. His hand then traveled to her back, and carefully unhooked her bra.

Cissa pulled back quickly at the action. "No James." She panted, shaking her head. "I don't want to..." She trailed off, embarrassment creeping up her neck. She was sure she could already feel his disappointment and she pushed him away, re-hooking the clasp. "I'm not ready..."

He looked at her, feeling awkward about everything that had just happened. "Oh, of course...I shouldn't have, really. It was rude of me to assume...well, you know. I'm sorry. Um…let me get your shirt," he stuttered, getting off the bed and grabbing both her shirt and his. He quickly put his on and threw hers on the bed, doing all of this while looking at the floor, trying not to look at her. "Er, I should go…there's stuff, you know. To do and junk." He then ran his hands through his now dry hair and sighed deeply with disappointment.

Cissa pulled her shirt on quickly, grabbing his hand and pulling him back down to sit. "No need to apologize, really. I just feel that it's a little too soon. Don't get me wrong, I'd love too, just not yet." She smiled. "I'm fine with everything but that. Eventually, yes, but not today."

He smiled sadly and hugged her, enveloping her in his strong arms. "It's all right, I understand. When you're ready, we'll talk, okay? I'm not pressuring you into anything, although I'm dying too," he said, joking about the 'dying to' part. He never usually did this, but she was different. He genuinely liked her and didn't want to jeopardize their special friendship.

She sighed contentedly, burrowing into him like she was trying to crawl under his skin. He smelled clean and good, that special James smell that was the reason why she stole the shirt. "Mmm, thank you. And I'm sorry you're dying." she whispered, closing her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

"Yeah," he said softly, looking down at her. He place her on the bed and quietly exited the room. He looked at her before leaving and whispered "So am I..."


Kaleidoscope- Thanks for your review! Yeah, that's slightly man-whorish James for you. He just loves the girls. Glad to have kept you surprised with the 'Other flower deal'. Yes I am an Avril Fan but that last line is actually applicable later on and then you'll find out :)

KLLRS- Thank you for reviewing! I'm glad you like the pairing. I've seen very few James/Narcissa stories out there and they've always appealed to me because... well I don't really know, lol. Something different that's rarely done I suppose. And yeah, the OOC, well, we don't know! That's what I like about writing her as a teenager. Also check my explanation above.

Thanks!