HP: Wedding Dress
Lily/Narcissa. PG. 69 words.
She wore diamonds stitched into the fabric of that frost colored dress.
"You can't." I said, "he'll know." But she simply spun, flaring out the silk that draped her body. I used to call her that, a diamond. She was beautiful, and so hard.
That face, those unrelenting angles stare out at me from the picture in my hand now. When I knew her, really knew her, she was uncut, rough but sparkling. Now, standing next to him her beauty shines far more sculpted, crafted, but never the same.
James comes up behind me, wrapping arms around my waist.
"Narcissa Black?" His voice in my ear. "Weren't you two friends at Hogwarts? That always seemed an unlikely match."
All I can do is nod, pinching the photograph more tightly between my fingers. What he doesn't know about me, I could fit inside a pillbox, small yet significant.
He rests his chin on my shoulder. "Pity she's a Malfoy now."
"Pity." I say.
Somewhere inside the house, my baby cries.
She wore diamonds stitched into the fabric of that frost colored dress.
"You can't." I said, "he'll know." But she simply spun, flaring out the silk that draped her body. I used to call her that, a diamond. She was beautiful, and so hard.
That face, those unrelenting angles stare out at me from the picture in my hand now. When I knew her, really knew her, she was uncut, rough but sparkling. Now, standing next to him her beauty shines far more sculpted, crafted, but never the same.
James comes up behind me, wrapping arms around my waist.
"Narcissa Black?" His voice in my ear. "Weren't you two friends at Hogwarts? That always seemed an unlikely match."
All I can do is nod, pinching the photograph more tightly between my fingers. What he doesn't know about me, I could fit inside a pillbox, small yet significant.
He rests his chin on my shoulder. "Pity she's a Malfoy now."
"Pity." I say.
Somewhere inside the house, my baby cries.