Let's fast forward a month.
It was Halloween now. Sirius, James, Remus and Narcissa were spectating the shrieking shack, their cold hands being warmed by the bottles of Butterbeer they were holding. Wormtail had accidently touched an acid during potions class first period, and so he was confined to bed rest. Narcissa was rather pleased - Peter Pettigrew was alright at times, but he was so desperate to fit in and to keep up with his so called friends, that it was rather annoying to watch. Sirius and James had transformed - Stag and Dog standing side by side. They wandered off together, their footprints no longer visible in the snow, as it began to fall heavier. Abnormally large snowflakes drifted down and settled in Narcissa's hair. Remus looked mildly amused. "Your hair ..." he gestured quietly, approaching her. His face was illuminated from the winter sun, and his blue eyes seemed to sparkle. His hand reached her hair, and he brushed away the snowflakes with soft, delicate strokes. She froze, he was too close now. She had a constant ongoing argument in her head, three quarters of her mind encouraging her to take it to the next step, one quarter reminding her of 'were her priorities lay.' "I ..." Narcissa began, but was interrupted. Not by Remus, however.

"Cor! We've just nicked - I mean borrowed a whole load of Butterbeer." Sirius said cheerfully, approaching with James, carrying a box of Butterbeer. Remus sighed inwardly and moved away from Narcissa. She sighed too. She could slap her cousin sometimes for being so - RANDOM. The way he appeared out of no were sometimes was rather uncanny.
"I ... I guess we better go back - we don't want to miss the feast." Remus advised, still looking rather put out. Sirius raised an eyebrow at Narcissa who returned his silent queery with a smile, and then punched him on the arm softly.
So, Sirius and James taking turns to carry the box of Butterbeers, they made their way back to Hogwarts. They were not far from the castle, when they saw Bellatrix sneak in, looking rather frazzled. Her clothes were all out of sync; and something told Narcissa she had not been fooling around with Rodolphus. Sirius shared this view by pointing at Bellatrix and snorting with laughter. Narcissa informed the others she'd be back with them in a moment, and ran off after her deranged sister.
"Bella - BELLA!" She called, running after Bellatrix at impressive speed. Her sister turned, her lips pouted, hair out of place. She gave an odd smile towards Narcissa.
"Hello, Cissa," Bellatrix spoke as if in a trance, a crazed look in her eye. "And how are you today?" She chuckled at herself.
"Are you drunk?" Narcissa shot at her. "And what have you been doing?"
"E-enjoying a Fire Whisky with Voldee-mortee." Bellatrix hicupped. Narcissa rolled her eyes, gesturing for her sister to continue. "Don't tell Rod," Bellatrix whispered suddenly, now completely serious, "But-"
"You never?" Narcissa prompted, her worst fear waiting to be confirmed by her tipsy sister.
"Yeah - Merlin's beard, he was fantastic. But - please don't tell Rod!"
"Whatever. That is disgusting. He may be your master - but - oh what the hell," Narcissa shot at Bellatrix, who was now running up the stairs, hiccuping. Narcissa walked over to her friends and cousin, who had now appeared in the entrance hall. Remus gave her an enquiring look, but did not press the matter. It was as if he was waiting for confirmation that he could. Narcissa sighed inwardly, and then told them in a quiet voice. James rolled about with laughter, saying that it was disgusting. Sirius, however, was more dignified about the affair. "Bloody Hippogriff," he muttered, as they skulked into the great hall.
"And what," Narcissa asked, "does a Hippogriff have in common with my sister?"
"Well - they're both rather ugly," James answered promptly, "And rather stupid ..." he trailed off as he saw Lily, and wandered over to her, mesmerized, so it seemed. Narcissa and Lily were on speaking terms now - and Lily had shared some quite private things with Narcissa, such as family life, her feelings about James, and so forth. Her feelings were clearly confirmed as James wrapped her in a warm hug, happily. Lily grinned up at him, and turned away. "See you later, James."

"Yeah ... see you." He called after her. He turned back to the group, a big smile on his face. "I'm going out with Lily. She said as long as I stop hexing people, we'll be pretty good together." Remus chuckled to himself but did not contradict his best friend. Instead, they all entered the Great Hall, and sat down to some rather delicious looking Halloween food. Sirius was amusing his cousin by drinking a whole bottle of Butterbeer in a single gulp. "Impressive," she chortled, sipping her own Butterbeer, surveying him with approval. James was rather happy, flicking food at unfortunate students - and - McGonagall.
"James Potter!" She shrieked, as a bit of meat landed on her face, "If I catch you throwing meat one more time ... WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WAS AN ACCIDENT?"
"Time to go, methinks." Sirius snorted, flipping his hair out of his eyes. McGonagall luckily let James off as it was Halloween. They reached the entrance hall again, and James glanced at his watch. "I don't feel like going to the dorms ... anyone fancy a quick, unoffical game of Quidditch?"
"Yeah!" Narcissa and Sirius replied enthusastically, then exchanging looks. Narcissa had not played Quidditch for a good while, but she was pretty good at catching the Snitch.
"That's settled then," James smirked. "And Moony will be ...?"
"Watching from the Bleachers," he replied, his eyes twinkling, "finishing off the butterbeer."
"That's the spirit!" James cried enthusastically, patting Remus on the back.
Ten minutes later, Narcissa was darting about in the sky, laughing. She had not felt so free, so young, so alive for such a long time. She was quicker than her cousin when it came to racing, but James was far by the best. His technique was remarkable, his catches of the Snitch flawless. They spent an hour in the sky, feeling the wind on their faces and in their hair, and never had they felt so refreshed. Even Remus, who was reading and drinking countless amounts of Butterbeer seemed happy.