The silence that filled
the room was not only awkward by the pointed looks from Remus and
James, but because the situation was turning out to be a dire,
unsolveable one. Would she have to be forced into marriage with
somebody who treated her as if she was porcelian, and broke her every
single time? Narcissa sighed, and felt indignation rise up in her
throat. This just wasn't fair! Wormtail seemed mildly confused as to
why Narcissa marrying Lucius was a problem.
"Because,
Wormtail, she's going out with me." Remus explained in a tone
that defined the word sarcasam to a T. Narcissa shifted
uncomfortably, her cheeks glowing. Sirius appeared to be lost in a
mild contemplation, his glittering eyes surveying the flickering
flames with thought. "Did you - you know," he spoke, his
voice clear through the crackle of the flames, "actually tell
them you had no intention of marrying him?"
Narcissa nodded.
Sirius looked lost in thought for another moment or so. "Perhaps," he said, his tone grave, "You should consider ... running away." The idea of her running away was so preposterus, she couldn't help but to start giggling. "Ha ha - okay, I'll just run away to no-mans-land."
But he was serious. "Think about it, Cissy," he leant forward slightly in his armchair, now directing his voice to her only. "They'll probably come after you, and force you into marriage, yeah? What if we try to dodge them, go into hiding for a bit, then you marry ... you marry ..." The words "marry Remus" caught in his throat, but with a brave attempt he finished his sentence as to not arouse suspicison: "Marry ... Remus ... and they won't be able to do anything 'cause you're already married, yeah?
Narcissa considered this
idea. "And where would we go into hiding, dear cousin?"
At
this, he looked lost. "Not Grimmauld Place, obviously. Maybe
..."
"Godwicks Ollow?" suggested Wormtail through a
mouthful of Pumpkin Pastie.
"GodRICKS
Hollow." corrected Sirius with a sigh,
unable to restrain the sarcasam that flickered through his words.
"But that's a possibility, but again, too dangerous."
"How
about," said James slowly, sipping a Butterbeer that he had
retrieved from his robe, "Potter Manor - I mean, my house. We
have quite a bit of room, so..."
Sirius looked delighted.
"Really?"
James shrugged. "I don't see why not -
what problems could it cause? So - my parents are jetting away at the
Mythical lake of Odelas, trying to spot a few Giants, so I doubt
they'd mind whether you lot," he indicated Narcissa, Remus and
Sirius, "stayed if they were there or not. And as for Wormtail -
you concentrate on your studies. We're all top in our classes, but
you're behind. You stay and pursue your education, ectera."
Wormtail didn't look too happy at this, but nodded anyway. It wasn't
that he was dumb ... he was just educationally challenged? A smile
flitted across Narcissa's face at this, but then resumed a solitudary
expression. "Aw, James ... that'd be brilliant." she smiled
appricieatevely at him and he grinned lopsidedly.
"So
- when are we going?" Sirius had already jumped to his feet,
pushing back his messy hair as he surveyed the rest of them all, with
brilliant blue eyes. James pondered, ruffling his messy hair as he
sank back into the ruby cushioning. Then he grinned. "Now?"
"Wait."
They turned to look at Remus. "Won't it be sort of obvious
if we all like, use the floo network? They can track us, you know. If
the school has kind of been inflitrated; what about the ministry?
Who's to say there aren't a few spies there?" Narcissa looked
admiringly at him; he was so
smart at times. He grinned at her. James, however, sighed
impatiently. "We fly, Moony."
"Come on, let's get
outta here," said Sirius. He looked at her. His eyes were
clearly saying, I want to take your hand and
dissapear. She brushed it aside; she should
really stop imagining things.
Ten minutes later, once they'd
packed the things they needed most, they advised Wormtail to tell
Dumbledore privatley of their plans of ending their education
briefly; and with that, grabbing a Broomstick each, they flew off out
of the grounds, radiantly sharing joy over the sky and ocean. It was
amazing.
A sense of well-being seeped through her skin as they
landed to the enterance of Potter Manor. Entering with a swagger,
James introduced them all to his grand surroundings. It was only just
smaller then Narcissa's own house, but the ulterior design was
amazing. Crystal Chandeliers hung over their heads as they walked
along the wide hallway, careful not to sabatage the Ruby runway.
James indicated the kitchen, and pointed his wand lazily at the
silver fridge; four bottles of Butterbeer flew out and one almost
smashed. "Oops," he grinned, clearly not caring at all.
Narcissa drank the golden liquid quick, and excused herself to the
lounge area. Sirius followed.
He sat next to her, and listened to
her breath. She looked at him wistfully. Did she detect a flicker of
lust in his eyes? No, she didn't. Oh lord; she was becoming
deliquent. Remus and James entered and flopped on the cream couches,
and began to garble things that did not make much sense. Narcissa
suspected they were drunk. Her theory was proven; they were stashing
Firewhisky under their robes. Sighing, she stood. "I feel a bit
tired, I'm going to lie down," she murmured.
"Want me to
show you were to go?" James hiccupped, looking out of
it.
"That's okay ... you relax." she turned to go.
"I'll
show you."
"Thanks Sirius."
They
both went upstairs, and Sirius easily found a pretty, crisp spare
bedroom. It was big and fairly pleasant, the view from the tinted
windows could only just be seen, and it reflected a sky blue
surrounding, with dashes of green representing the grass; or so she
thought. She turned to her bed, were Sirius was sitting. A sense of
forboding grasped her as he beckoned her to sit next to him, but she
pushed it aside, blinking as if nervous.
"About what you said
before, Narcissa ..." he begun, his eyes looking directly at her
face.
"It was silly, I know." she murmured, not looking
at him for fear of not only listening to rejection but facing it
too.
"No, it wasn't. I- I love you too." he swallowed,
running his hands through his hair in exasperation. She smiled
faintly, but still felt like she couldn't raise her eyes to look at
him properly. It was too awkward. The tension that surrounded the
room was like chemicals threatening to explode kudos a dangerous
potion. The air was so thick, you could cut a knife through it.
"So
... what do we do now?"
"Narcissa, do you really need to
ask?"
"Yes, I do, Sirius."
she looked at him finally, her eyes sparkling with indigination (and
the light rays from the outside sunshine.) Neither of them could of
stopped it. He leant forward, cupping her face in his hands, and
pressed a tender kiss on her forehead, his hands slipping through her
golden-like hair. "Sure?" he whispered. She debated. It was
wrong - extremely wrong. She smiled again. He pressed his lips
against hers after taking her smile as a yes, and it was if fireworks
set off around them. The feeling of his lips on hers in reality after
so long wondering about everything felt euphoric. Her hands clasped
around his waist as he pressed the kiss more passionatley, teasing
her with his kisses occasionally. They paused for a brief moment,
then both laughed. "You're a good kisser," she said
breathlessly, falling back on her bed.
"So are you."
The laughter was replaced with nerves instantly. What had she
done? What about Remus? What about her priorities? Would this be
considered Incest? Oh god, oh god, oh god. "Sirius ... we
..."
"I know, I know. We can't go out,
ever."
"Ever?"
"Yeah! But ... I'll always
be here for you. Despite everything ... despite all these family
problems, friend problems, PUREBLOOD mania ... despite everything,
always."
Her cheeks flushed with happiness and sadness
combined.
"Besides," he continued, "it's not like
anyone else fancies me. . ."
She snorted, and hit him with a
pillow. "Whatever, you're ruthlessly handsome ... everyone
fancies you."
He smiled dutifully, dodging the attempted
sabatage by a pillow with ease. "You're the one I like
most."
"Really?"
He just grinned at her.
