One Last, With You
Pairing: Lily Evans/Narcissa Black
Rating: R
Words: 1636
Notes: Written for hp_girlslash's Springtime Seduction Challenge 2006.
Summary: After it's over, Narcissa can't help but seek Lily out, one last time.
“Largely outlawed by the Ministry, it takes a skilled hand and sharp mind to brew a serum that will not leave its recipient permanently affected. Therefore, when brewing Veritaserum, one must-oh, no, this is all rubbish!” Something between a snarl and a groan rose up from Lily Evans’s throat as she wadded up the sheet of parchment she’d been writing on. She tossed it to join the other eight discarded drafts on the other side of the table, glaring at them all as she added, “Awful, horrible rubbish!”
She slammed shut the textbook she’d been working from, then promptly sneezed at the cloud of dust that flew forth from the old tomb. Lily felt a scream coming on.
She sighed heavily, rubbing at her tired, scratchy eyes and letting her head fall forward to rest on the table for a moment. And that was when she knocked over her bottle of ink. Lily lifted her head slowly, momentarily stunned, and watched as the thick black liquid dripped from her hair. It was the last straw.
“ARGH!” Lily’s cry echoed through the empty library.
For a minute, she felt better… that was, until Madam Pince arrived.
“What is the meaning of this ruckus?” the old librarian hissed, looking decidedly formidable as she brandished a feather duster at Lily.
The redhead smiled, trying to look abashed while attempting not to sneeze again. “S-so sorry, Madam Pince, I… well, I had a bit of a mishap with my ink, as you see… I’ll just clean it up now,” she said, her wand already at work with a softly-spoken cleansing spell.
Madam Pince narrowed her gaze. “Miss Evans. The library closed five minutes ago. You promised me ten minutes ago you’d only be a few minutes more.”
“Did I? Oh, please, Madam Pince, just another minute? I… I’m so sorry I’ve kept you so long, I hadn’t meant to be here so late…” Lily’s face was burning, and she cast around for something, anything, to buy her a bit more time. “It’s just, Professor Slughorn asked me to do this extra bit of research for morning, and I had a prefects’ meeting at seven, and all my other coursework to finish…” She peered up at the librarian through downcast eyes, her best pouting face carefully in place, and pleaded softly, “Just a bit longer then? I’m nearly done.”
Glaring at her over horn-rimmed glasses, Madam Pince huffed a sigh. “Five more minutes, Miss Evans.” Lily celebrated a silent victory, even as the librarian added, “Five more quiet minutes, and then you’d best be gone.” And with that, she marched away, feather duster at the ready.
Lily slumped back in her chair, exhausted. Her lies had gained her a mere five minutes, which was not nearly enough time to finish the two-foot Veritaserum essay that was her real task.
“This is all your fault, James Potter,” she hissed to the ceiling. Her new, although grudgingly-acquired, boyfriend brought out the procrastinator in Lily, driving her to distraction from the perfect grades she’d kept up so diligently for the past seven years. All week, he’d tempted her with things like, “C’mon, Lils, come lay in front of the fire with me,” and “Your essay isn’t due for another three days; let’s go to the kitchens!” or “How about a walk around the lake? You can finish your coursework after supper.” And now, here she sat, the clock on the wall reading a little after eleven, a blank sheet of parchment in front of her, and the looming threat of Potions class first thing in the morning.
She was doomed.
Grudgingly, she forced herself to her feet and began perusing the shelves again. She obviously wasn’t going to finish her paper in the library, so she’d best pick some books to take back to her dorm with her. If she was lucky, she might see her bed before sunrise.
It was as she walked along the aisle, trailing her fingers over the spines of countless books, that something small and sharp suddenly struck her in the back of the head. “Ouch!” she cried, then quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, not daring to tempt Madam Pince’s wrath once more. Instead, she searched for her offender. She found it, tangled soundly in her ink-stained hair-a tiny paper airplane bearing her name in careful handwriting.
For a moment, Lily’s breath caught, and the library around her was forgotten.
She knew that writing, almost too well. But she hadn’t expected… not now, not after she and James had finally started dating. But there it was, plain as day.
With trembling fingers, she unfolded the note, and read the words she knew by heart.
Meet me. You know where.
Lily knew she shouldn’t. She mustn’t. She had James to consider now, and all that he’d come to mean to her. But neither could she deny the note-sender, the past that they had had once. Briefly, Lily was torn. Then her feet were moving, taking her to gather her scattered possessions, carrying her out of the library, through the halls, out the great doors of Hogwarts, and at last into the chilly night.
It was a familiar path she tread, dark and silent as the first time she’d walked it, only then, a pale white hand had been grasping her own to guide her. Tonight, she seemed to follow the ghost of that not-so-long ago past.
Their meeting spot was a shaded garden, nestled between two of the greenhouses and cultivated entirely by accident. Years worth of discarded seeds and escaped plant tendrils had blossomed into a tiny hidden oasis, tended by none other than the sun, the rain, and time. Now, on this cool spring night, tiny green sprouts and sporadic white buds fought to awaken from their winter’s nap. Lily felt displaced from it all, her rucksack slipping off her shoulder and to the ground as her gaze glided over the scenery. Had it been so long…?
“Almost a year,” purred a silky voice, somewhere behind and to her right.
Lily spun, startled even though she’d been expecting this visitor. Slowly she replied, “And I thought you agreed when I said it was best we not see each other again.”
“What’s best,” answered the other, voice airy and laughing, “is not always what the heart wants.”
“I didn’t know our relationship ever had anything to do with your heart,” Lily said skeptically, though her tone was not unkind. “Other body parts, yes, but never your heart.”
The note-sender had drifted close enough to trail light fingers along Lily’s arm, drifting gradually up to her shoulders and over the nape of her neck. A slight shiver worked its way down Lily’s spine as she was told, “You never asked about my heart.” And then Lily was swept up in a kiss. Plush lips toyed with her own, teasing, pleasing, and the scent of rose oil made her light-headed with memory.
Lily’s eyes fluttered open softly to find a pale grey gaze intensely holding her own. She gasped slightly. “Narcissa… we can’t do this.”
“But we are.” Narcissa Black, soon to be Malfoy, flashed Lily a very familiar smirk, letting her slender hands trail down Lily’s hips with the gentlest of touches. “If it was so impossible, you wouldn’t have answered my note.”
This left Lily in silence long enough that Narcissa took her cue to move in again, pressing her body to meet the redhead’s curved frame. Lily pressed back unwittingly, her defenses falling to the scattered kisses that were suddenly rained upon her collarbone. A voice inside of her screamed this was wrong, she needed to leave. But that voice seemed so tiny and insignificant compared to the elegant blonde whose hands were moving up her thighs.
Through panting breaths, Lily whispered, “Why… me? All along… even when I was alone… you had Lucius…”
“I wanted you,” said Narcissa, her lips moving against Lily’s earlobe. “Always you.”
And now Narcissa’s hands were under Lily’s skirt, rubbing at the warm heat between Lily’s legs, dragging a needy moan from the redhead. She pressed against Narcissa, her own hand snaking up to untuck the Slytherin’s shirt, spreading flat against the exquisitely soft skin beneath.
Narcissa gasped sharply when Lily clasped her fingers around one pert pink nipple. She responded with a long finger, slipped past the barrier of Lily’s knickers and up to the slick entrance beneath. She moved her hand methodically, toying with Lily until a pleading gasp was dragged from the redhead’s throat.
“Please, Cissa.”
Hungrily the blonde claimed Lily’s mouth, letting her free only when they both gasped for air, and then Narcissa moved her lips to Lily’s ear. Ever so softly, she ghosted the words, “I love you.”
Lily gasped in a breath. “I love…” Her head swam with the intoxicating smell of Narcissa in her nose, the skilled hand at work between her legs. “I love…” Her thoughts tried to straighten past this delicious blonde vixen who seemed to want nothing more than to devour Lily entirely, body and soul. “I love…” And when a single face formed in her mind, glowing with love and desire, she finally found the words. “I love James.”
Narcissa paused, unsure of what she’d heard.
“I love James,” Lily said again, louder and more clearly, setting aside any doubts in Narcissa’s mind-or her own. She extricated herself from Narcissa’s embrace, something that seemed to take a horrible long time, and at last she made herself look at the other girl’s stricken face. “I’m sorry, Cissa,” she said, “but I love James.” Then she gave Narcissa a slow kiss before snatching up her rucksack and disappearing into the night.
It was the last kiss Lily Evans ever gave Narcissa Black, and the last girl that Narcissa ever loved.
Rating: R
Words: 1636
Notes: Written for hp_girlslash's Springtime Seduction Challenge 2006.
Summary: After it's over, Narcissa can't help but seek Lily out, one last time.
“Largely outlawed by the Ministry, it takes a skilled hand and sharp mind to brew a serum that will not leave its recipient permanently affected. Therefore, when brewing Veritaserum, one must-oh, no, this is all rubbish!” Something between a snarl and a groan rose up from Lily Evans’s throat as she wadded up the sheet of parchment she’d been writing on. She tossed it to join the other eight discarded drafts on the other side of the table, glaring at them all as she added, “Awful, horrible rubbish!”
She slammed shut the textbook she’d been working from, then promptly sneezed at the cloud of dust that flew forth from the old tomb. Lily felt a scream coming on.
She sighed heavily, rubbing at her tired, scratchy eyes and letting her head fall forward to rest on the table for a moment. And that was when she knocked over her bottle of ink. Lily lifted her head slowly, momentarily stunned, and watched as the thick black liquid dripped from her hair. It was the last straw.
“ARGH!” Lily’s cry echoed through the empty library.
For a minute, she felt better… that was, until Madam Pince arrived.
“What is the meaning of this ruckus?” the old librarian hissed, looking decidedly formidable as she brandished a feather duster at Lily.
The redhead smiled, trying to look abashed while attempting not to sneeze again. “S-so sorry, Madam Pince, I… well, I had a bit of a mishap with my ink, as you see… I’ll just clean it up now,” she said, her wand already at work with a softly-spoken cleansing spell.
Madam Pince narrowed her gaze. “Miss Evans. The library closed five minutes ago. You promised me ten minutes ago you’d only be a few minutes more.”
“Did I? Oh, please, Madam Pince, just another minute? I… I’m so sorry I’ve kept you so long, I hadn’t meant to be here so late…” Lily’s face was burning, and she cast around for something, anything, to buy her a bit more time. “It’s just, Professor Slughorn asked me to do this extra bit of research for morning, and I had a prefects’ meeting at seven, and all my other coursework to finish…” She peered up at the librarian through downcast eyes, her best pouting face carefully in place, and pleaded softly, “Just a bit longer then? I’m nearly done.”
Glaring at her over horn-rimmed glasses, Madam Pince huffed a sigh. “Five more minutes, Miss Evans.” Lily celebrated a silent victory, even as the librarian added, “Five more quiet minutes, and then you’d best be gone.” And with that, she marched away, feather duster at the ready.
Lily slumped back in her chair, exhausted. Her lies had gained her a mere five minutes, which was not nearly enough time to finish the two-foot Veritaserum essay that was her real task.
“This is all your fault, James Potter,” she hissed to the ceiling. Her new, although grudgingly-acquired, boyfriend brought out the procrastinator in Lily, driving her to distraction from the perfect grades she’d kept up so diligently for the past seven years. All week, he’d tempted her with things like, “C’mon, Lils, come lay in front of the fire with me,” and “Your essay isn’t due for another three days; let’s go to the kitchens!” or “How about a walk around the lake? You can finish your coursework after supper.” And now, here she sat, the clock on the wall reading a little after eleven, a blank sheet of parchment in front of her, and the looming threat of Potions class first thing in the morning.
She was doomed.
Grudgingly, she forced herself to her feet and began perusing the shelves again. She obviously wasn’t going to finish her paper in the library, so she’d best pick some books to take back to her dorm with her. If she was lucky, she might see her bed before sunrise.
It was as she walked along the aisle, trailing her fingers over the spines of countless books, that something small and sharp suddenly struck her in the back of the head. “Ouch!” she cried, then quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, not daring to tempt Madam Pince’s wrath once more. Instead, she searched for her offender. She found it, tangled soundly in her ink-stained hair-a tiny paper airplane bearing her name in careful handwriting.
For a moment, Lily’s breath caught, and the library around her was forgotten.
She knew that writing, almost too well. But she hadn’t expected… not now, not after she and James had finally started dating. But there it was, plain as day.
With trembling fingers, she unfolded the note, and read the words she knew by heart.
Meet me. You know where.
Lily knew she shouldn’t. She mustn’t. She had James to consider now, and all that he’d come to mean to her. But neither could she deny the note-sender, the past that they had had once. Briefly, Lily was torn. Then her feet were moving, taking her to gather her scattered possessions, carrying her out of the library, through the halls, out the great doors of Hogwarts, and at last into the chilly night.
It was a familiar path she tread, dark and silent as the first time she’d walked it, only then, a pale white hand had been grasping her own to guide her. Tonight, she seemed to follow the ghost of that not-so-long ago past.
Their meeting spot was a shaded garden, nestled between two of the greenhouses and cultivated entirely by accident. Years worth of discarded seeds and escaped plant tendrils had blossomed into a tiny hidden oasis, tended by none other than the sun, the rain, and time. Now, on this cool spring night, tiny green sprouts and sporadic white buds fought to awaken from their winter’s nap. Lily felt displaced from it all, her rucksack slipping off her shoulder and to the ground as her gaze glided over the scenery. Had it been so long…?
“Almost a year,” purred a silky voice, somewhere behind and to her right.
Lily spun, startled even though she’d been expecting this visitor. Slowly she replied, “And I thought you agreed when I said it was best we not see each other again.”
“What’s best,” answered the other, voice airy and laughing, “is not always what the heart wants.”
“I didn’t know our relationship ever had anything to do with your heart,” Lily said skeptically, though her tone was not unkind. “Other body parts, yes, but never your heart.”
The note-sender had drifted close enough to trail light fingers along Lily’s arm, drifting gradually up to her shoulders and over the nape of her neck. A slight shiver worked its way down Lily’s spine as she was told, “You never asked about my heart.” And then Lily was swept up in a kiss. Plush lips toyed with her own, teasing, pleasing, and the scent of rose oil made her light-headed with memory.
Lily’s eyes fluttered open softly to find a pale grey gaze intensely holding her own. She gasped slightly. “Narcissa… we can’t do this.”
“But we are.” Narcissa Black, soon to be Malfoy, flashed Lily a very familiar smirk, letting her slender hands trail down Lily’s hips with the gentlest of touches. “If it was so impossible, you wouldn’t have answered my note.”
This left Lily in silence long enough that Narcissa took her cue to move in again, pressing her body to meet the redhead’s curved frame. Lily pressed back unwittingly, her defenses falling to the scattered kisses that were suddenly rained upon her collarbone. A voice inside of her screamed this was wrong, she needed to leave. But that voice seemed so tiny and insignificant compared to the elegant blonde whose hands were moving up her thighs.
Through panting breaths, Lily whispered, “Why… me? All along… even when I was alone… you had Lucius…”
“I wanted you,” said Narcissa, her lips moving against Lily’s earlobe. “Always you.”
And now Narcissa’s hands were under Lily’s skirt, rubbing at the warm heat between Lily’s legs, dragging a needy moan from the redhead. She pressed against Narcissa, her own hand snaking up to untuck the Slytherin’s shirt, spreading flat against the exquisitely soft skin beneath.
Narcissa gasped sharply when Lily clasped her fingers around one pert pink nipple. She responded with a long finger, slipped past the barrier of Lily’s knickers and up to the slick entrance beneath. She moved her hand methodically, toying with Lily until a pleading gasp was dragged from the redhead’s throat.
“Please, Cissa.”
Hungrily the blonde claimed Lily’s mouth, letting her free only when they both gasped for air, and then Narcissa moved her lips to Lily’s ear. Ever so softly, she ghosted the words, “I love you.”
Lily gasped in a breath. “I love…” Her head swam with the intoxicating smell of Narcissa in her nose, the skilled hand at work between her legs. “I love…” Her thoughts tried to straighten past this delicious blonde vixen who seemed to want nothing more than to devour Lily entirely, body and soul. “I love…” And when a single face formed in her mind, glowing with love and desire, she finally found the words. “I love James.”
Narcissa paused, unsure of what she’d heard.
“I love James,” Lily said again, louder and more clearly, setting aside any doubts in Narcissa’s mind-or her own. She extricated herself from Narcissa’s embrace, something that seemed to take a horrible long time, and at last she made herself look at the other girl’s stricken face. “I’m sorry, Cissa,” she said, “but I love James.” Then she gave Narcissa a slow kiss before snatching up her rucksack and disappearing into the night.
It was the last kiss Lily Evans ever gave Narcissa Black, and the last girl that Narcissa ever loved.