FIC: The Language of Flowers, Narcissa/Lily
Title: The Language of Flowers
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Narcissa Black/Lily Evans
Rating: PG
Word Count: 804 words
Summary: Lily receives flowers from a mysterious sender.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Challenge: Written for deathlydragon at rarepair_shorts's Wishlist event. She wanted a 'Narcissa/Lily' with the prompt 'flower.' Counts to the prompt 'simple gift' for my 10_per_genre table as well.
Author's Note: I really hope you like this, Swea!
The Language of Flowers
There was a flower on Lily’s book. It was a small, white daisy. Lily picked it up carefully. It looked so fragile between her fingers, the white petals resting softly against her skin. Why was it here? Had someone put it there while she was looking for the Transfigurations book?
She looked up and her eyes inspected the library in search of anyone acting suspiciously, but there were only two other girls there, Emma Sparks and Narcissa Black. The both of them had their noses buried in a book, looking oblivious to the world around them.
Lily shrugged. She placed the daisy gently in one of her book, and closed it carefully.
She was sure it was Potter. That guy could never take a hint.
-
It was a variegated tulip that lay on her plate the next day. Lily glared at Potter across the breakfast table, but he looked confused. Lily scoffed. His acting couldn’t fool her.
She shoved the yellow and red tulip in her bag, between two books, intending on throwing it out later.
-
“Stop sending me flowers!” Lily shrieked angrily as she threw the new flower, this time a red rosebud, in Potter’s face.
He winced, saying, “It wasn’t me! I never sent you any flowers!”
“I don’t believe you. Just stop it. Understand?”
Remus, who’d been standing to the side until now, stepped between them, earning a glare from Lily.
“He really didn’t send any flowers,” Remus said with a small smile. “Don’t you think he would’ve been bragging about it by now?”
“Hey!” James looked offended, but Lily just stared blankly at Remus.
He was right.
But who was sending her flowers then?
-
The fourth rose came with a book. The flower this time was weird looking, but not less beautiful than the rest, four bell-shaped, purple flowers dangled from one thick stem. Lily had found the two articles in her school bag, and the fact that the sender had had access to her bag without Lily noticing, alarmed her.
The book made her smile, though. It was a book on flowers, filled with pictures and descriptions of each flower’s characteristics and use. But what drew Lily’s attention was the last chapter that explained ‘the language of flowers.’ She thought back on the first flower she’s received: a daisy. She ran her finger down the page, searching for the word ‘daisy’, finding it.
A daisy meant innocence. Lily blushed. She was now surer than ever that her secret ‘admirer’ wasn’t Potter.
The second flower, the multicoloured tulip, meant ‘you have beautiful eyes.’ Lily couldn’t hide the smile that spread across her face in delight.
She hurried to find the interpretation of a red rose bud and her heart burst with pleasure as she read the words. Pure and lovely.
Having no idea what the fourth flower was, she flicked through the pages of the book, looking at each picture.
“There!” Lily exclaimed in triumph as she founded it, but her outburst turned everyone’s attention towards her. She smiled hesitantly at them, before bouncing out of the Common Room and up the stairs.
It was a Salvia pratensis or simply meadow clary. The purple flower in the picture looked much more vibrant than the flower Lily held in her hand, but there was no doubt that it was indeed the same flower.
“I think of you,” Lily whispered.
-
Over the next week, Lily received a flower every day, each holding a message that made Lily’s steps lighter and her smile broader.
Tuesday morning, Lily was on her way to Astronomy, a jonquil flower in her hand, contemplating the meaning behind this particular flower. Affection returned, the book had stated, but what did the sender imply by that?
Preoccupied by her thoughts, she didn’t see the figure that suddenly turned the corner, before they collided roughly against each other.
“Sorry!” Lily exclaimed.
“No problem, Evans,” Narcissa Black’s calm voice answered. Lily looked up, noticing for the first time the flower in Narcissa’s blond hair. It was a jonquil flower.
Lily gaped at her, before glancing down at her own flower. They were the same!
Narcissa appeared to have read Lily’s thoughts for she smiled widely.
“Did you like the flowers?” she whispered. Narcissa was suddenly very close to Lily. Lily took a step back, but her back hit the wall. Narcissa was so close now, that their bodies almost touched.
“Did you know we’re both named after flowers? Narcissus and Lilium.” Her breath puffed against Lily’s cheek with each word, making Lily shiver. Her face felt very warm all of a sudden. Narcissa chuckled. “See you in class, Evans,” she said, brushing a gentle kiss on Lily’s cheek.
Smiling at Lily’s surprised expression, she walked away. Lily’s eyes followed her until she disappeared around the corner.
Lily was astonished to know, that she looked forward to seeing her again.
The End.
Sources: The Language of Flowers, Salvia and Narcissus.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Narcissa Black/Lily Evans
Rating: PG
Word Count: 804 words
Summary: Lily receives flowers from a mysterious sender.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Challenge: Written for deathlydragon at rarepair_shorts's Wishlist event. She wanted a 'Narcissa/Lily' with the prompt 'flower.' Counts to the prompt 'simple gift' for my 10_per_genre table as well.
Author's Note: I really hope you like this, Swea!
The Language of Flowers
There was a flower on Lily’s book. It was a small, white daisy. Lily picked it up carefully. It looked so fragile between her fingers, the white petals resting softly against her skin. Why was it here? Had someone put it there while she was looking for the Transfigurations book?
She looked up and her eyes inspected the library in search of anyone acting suspiciously, but there were only two other girls there, Emma Sparks and Narcissa Black. The both of them had their noses buried in a book, looking oblivious to the world around them.
Lily shrugged. She placed the daisy gently in one of her book, and closed it carefully.
She was sure it was Potter. That guy could never take a hint.
-
It was a variegated tulip that lay on her plate the next day. Lily glared at Potter across the breakfast table, but he looked confused. Lily scoffed. His acting couldn’t fool her.
She shoved the yellow and red tulip in her bag, between two books, intending on throwing it out later.
-
“Stop sending me flowers!” Lily shrieked angrily as she threw the new flower, this time a red rosebud, in Potter’s face.
He winced, saying, “It wasn’t me! I never sent you any flowers!”
“I don’t believe you. Just stop it. Understand?”
Remus, who’d been standing to the side until now, stepped between them, earning a glare from Lily.
“He really didn’t send any flowers,” Remus said with a small smile. “Don’t you think he would’ve been bragging about it by now?”
“Hey!” James looked offended, but Lily just stared blankly at Remus.
He was right.
But who was sending her flowers then?
-
The fourth rose came with a book. The flower this time was weird looking, but not less beautiful than the rest, four bell-shaped, purple flowers dangled from one thick stem. Lily had found the two articles in her school bag, and the fact that the sender had had access to her bag without Lily noticing, alarmed her.
The book made her smile, though. It was a book on flowers, filled with pictures and descriptions of each flower’s characteristics and use. But what drew Lily’s attention was the last chapter that explained ‘the language of flowers.’ She thought back on the first flower she’s received: a daisy. She ran her finger down the page, searching for the word ‘daisy’, finding it.
A daisy meant innocence. Lily blushed. She was now surer than ever that her secret ‘admirer’ wasn’t Potter.
The second flower, the multicoloured tulip, meant ‘you have beautiful eyes.’ Lily couldn’t hide the smile that spread across her face in delight.
She hurried to find the interpretation of a red rose bud and her heart burst with pleasure as she read the words. Pure and lovely.
Having no idea what the fourth flower was, she flicked through the pages of the book, looking at each picture.
“There!” Lily exclaimed in triumph as she founded it, but her outburst turned everyone’s attention towards her. She smiled hesitantly at them, before bouncing out of the Common Room and up the stairs.
It was a Salvia pratensis or simply meadow clary. The purple flower in the picture looked much more vibrant than the flower Lily held in her hand, but there was no doubt that it was indeed the same flower.
“I think of you,” Lily whispered.
-
Over the next week, Lily received a flower every day, each holding a message that made Lily’s steps lighter and her smile broader.
Tuesday morning, Lily was on her way to Astronomy, a jonquil flower in her hand, contemplating the meaning behind this particular flower. Affection returned, the book had stated, but what did the sender imply by that?
Preoccupied by her thoughts, she didn’t see the figure that suddenly turned the corner, before they collided roughly against each other.
“Sorry!” Lily exclaimed.
“No problem, Evans,” Narcissa Black’s calm voice answered. Lily looked up, noticing for the first time the flower in Narcissa’s blond hair. It was a jonquil flower.
Lily gaped at her, before glancing down at her own flower. They were the same!
Narcissa appeared to have read Lily’s thoughts for she smiled widely.
“Did you like the flowers?” she whispered. Narcissa was suddenly very close to Lily. Lily took a step back, but her back hit the wall. Narcissa was so close now, that their bodies almost touched.
“Did you know we’re both named after flowers? Narcissus and Lilium.” Her breath puffed against Lily’s cheek with each word, making Lily shiver. Her face felt very warm all of a sudden. Narcissa chuckled. “See you in class, Evans,” she said, brushing a gentle kiss on Lily’s cheek.
Smiling at Lily’s surprised expression, she walked away. Lily’s eyes followed her until she disappeared around the corner.
Lily was astonished to know, that she looked forward to seeing her again.
The End.
Sources: The Language of Flowers, Salvia and Narcissus.