It was just a few days before Christmas, and as a special treat to Seventh years, they were allowed a trip, via floo network, into Diagon Alley. Peter Pettigrew would be accompanying them, much to Narcissa's dislike. Things had been rocky over the last few months since Halloween, a couple of murders had taken place - murders of people she had known, or had spoken to only a while ago. It was terribly unbecoming, and with that said, Narcissa was rather happy to get out of Hogwarts to do some shopping. Sirius and Peter would be with Narcissa, they had decided, and later on they would meet up with Remus, James and Lily.

Standing in the old fashioned grate in the headmasters office, Narcissa selected a handful of floo powder, before saying very clearly - "Diagon Alley!" and dissapearing into the Emerald flames. They arrived with a bumped head and dirty faces, and Sirius speculated his suprise when Peter actually used the Floo network correctly. "So - where to first?" Narcissa asked, a hand automatically wiping down her dust-covered clothes. Without hestitation, Sirius replied, "Gringotts of course, Cissy." And so that was settled. After withdrawing a substansiual amount of money from Narcissa's savings, they moved along in the little cart with a rather sour faced goblin, and collected Sirius's money. The last storage they went to was Peters, and both cousins were suprised at the small fortune he had glistening from his storage. After leaving what appeared to be a never ending chamber, their faces welcomed the warm winter sun with ease. "Right - what do you both want for Christmas?" Narcissa asked lazily, rubbing her hands together in a hurried attempt to keep unfrozen. "Well," Sirius hinted, "can we check the Quidditch shop ...?"
"Sirius," Narcissa scolded playfully, "you already have a ton of brooms."
He shrugged in response, his eyes gleaming. She sighed and dragged both boys to the shop. In the tinted window cleverly designed to look as if snowflakes were falling across the crystal-clear panes, there was a brand new model of the best racing broom yet. "A Nimbus?" Sirius gasped, and then gazed at the price label. "It's three hundred galleons."

"You want?" Queried Narcissa, an eyebrow raised. Her hand indistinctively slid into her pocket and her fingers wrapped around her big bag of money. Sirius looked rather pleased for a moment, but then shook his head, his dark hair falling over his face. "James is more of a fanatic than me," he said simply, "but it is tempting." His gaze returned to the polished broomstick.
"Tell you what," Narcissa said, "I'll buy you BOTH a Nimbus."
"Merlins beard - are you serious?" Sirius threw his arms around his cousin happily. "Cissy - you're the best!" His hair tickled her face and she started giggling, hugging him back. "Sure - why not?" And with that entered the store, and placed an order for two Nimbus's to arrive on Christmas day, one to James Potter, and one to Sirius Black. The fact Narcissa had just spent six hundred galleons did not paticularly bother her; she had always been modicodled within her families vast fortune. She ordered Peter some new robes, a new wand and a quill, and, leaving the two boys to drool over the Quidditch supplies, she made her way to Flourish & Blotts. She knew exactly what to buy for Remus. Examining the shelves, she saw a brand new, autographed set of Defence Against the Dark Arts books, encrusted with jewels down the spine. There was only one collection left - and she bit her lip slightly when she saw how much it cost. Two hundred galleons. Still not enough metaphorically, she'd spent another hundred on her cousin and his best friend. She'd only spent roughly one hundred galleons on Peter, but she felt complied to spend a fair amount on Remus. And that was when she saw it. An hilarous, original copy of The Werewolf, a fun chatty story about how "evil" Werewolves were. Remus had mentioned to her how that was the only story he appriceated; and so she bought it for him. For Lily, she purchased a rather large ginger cat and some Chocolate frogs. The cat was to arrive on Christmas day.
With a sinking heart, Narcissa realised she had not bought anything for her family. In a mad dash, she bought a diamond necklace for her mother, some interesting books for her father, new books for her little sister - and for Bellatrix? A smile crept onto Narcissa's face as she saw a tiara, encrusted with jewels. Yes, she thought bitterly, this will suit you royally, Bella.
And with that; her shopping was finished. She wandered over to the ice cream parlour, were her cousin, friends and Lily were all waiting. "You're not carrying much," teased Lily, an eyebrow raised. "Sure you've got everything?"
"Oh, but of course!" Narcissa replied, raising her own eyebrow amiably, and then smiling. She glanced at Remus, only to see he was grinning right back at her. Since that "incident" from Halloween, not much else had happened. They had remained exceedingly good friends - but no more encounters had occured. She wondered if he still even liked her that way - but his grin pushed her doubts aside. He was so charming, in his own little way.

Christmas day.
Narcissa left Bellatrix's gift at the end of her bed, and tiptoed off, already dressed, to the Gryffindor common room. After successfully giving the password, she wandered in to the common room, and was flung at by Lily. "Narcissa! A cat! I wonder what mum and dad will say, I've always wanted a cat, and now I've got one!" She thrust neatly wrapped presents into Narcissa's arms, and then danced off to show off her new cat. Narcissa opened the gifts to reveal a book by Snowdela Fox, entitled "The girl and the gits." Narcissa laughed in amusement, and was pleased to discover her other gift was some Chocolate Frogs. At that moment, Sirius and James appeared with Peter. "Cor," said James, "Thanks Narcissa! Must appriceated."
"Yeah," Sirius added, "Thanks - wouldn't of guessed it at all, dear cousin." His hair flopped rather handsomely over his eyes, until he blew it out of the way, his dark eyes watching his cousin. "Oh - nearly forgot ..." they handed her their own gifts. Sirius's was a beautiful pearl necklace, with her name enscribed on the silver chain. "Aww - Sirius -"
"And don't forget mine," James interuppted, putting his own rather badly wrapped gift into Narcissa's hands. James's present was a beautiful photo albumn, jewels glittering around it. "We put some photos in already - of us lot, you know."
"Aww, thank you ..." Narcissa's smile could light up a funeral right about now - she was so happy. Peter's gift to her were rather amusing. A box of biscuits. Opening it, she saw a shiny ring admist all the biscuits, dazzling as it caught the light.
"Where's Remus?" Narcissa enquired, placing all her presents down on the coffee table, before straightening up again. Sirius and James exchanged a sly smirk, before pushing her towards the portrait. "He said - to meet him outside the grounds." And with that said and done, Narcissa found herself outside the common room. She gave a quick glance at her outfit, the pearl necklace from Sirius now hanging around her neck, along with the ring from Peter on her right hand added a paticular look to her. She was wearing a black jumper over dark blue jeans, wearing casual white trainers. She had a rather muggle look about her, which made her amused to an extent.

Leaving the castle, she trudged across thick snow. An owl swooped past with a hoot; she recongised it to be Bellatrix's own owl. She also noticed it was carrying a parcel that was rather small around it's leg, and a small note. One guess to whom it was to? That's right. It was clearly Voldemort. Narcissa doubted Bellatrix would be sending such a small gift to her parents, and because she was so infutuated with Voldemort, it made perfect sense. As Narcissa began to contemplate what could be in the parcel, she bumped into somebody, as they bumped into her. She groaned, she was such a klutz at times, lost in her own thoughts. "Sorry-" she began, only to be cut off.
"I - I got your gifts." Remus said quietly, his eyes lowering to the snow on the ground. She realised - he must be shy. She had not really thought about it before, because he was so alive around his friends. But now, they both alone, and the thrill of it characterized the air. "They were rather good, Narcissa - especially the werewolf book. That made me laugh a fair bit, actually."
She smiled. "I'm glad you appriceated them."
He returned the smile, his gaze lingering. "Oh - I did."
Mechnically, she stepped closer. He did too. They were so close now; his nose brushed against hers slightly. She could see how dilated his pupils were, every eyelash that flickered when he blinked. Her own cheeks began to burn despite the freezing air, and before she knew it - they kissed. She was lost in her own world now; suspended in time as they kissed . . .