A Little Sympathy
Title: A Little Sympathy
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Narcissa/Lily, (ref. to Lily/James)
Summary: James is beginning to suspect; Lily is worried, Narcissa seems not to be.
Word Count: 500+
Author's Notes: Stream of consciousness drabble, written for a Slytherin activity on MNFF. (Challenge was to write a fight between your OTP)
Frost crunched underfoot as Lily made her way quickly across the white, glittering field. Her breath was rapid from anxiety as she approached the abandoned cottage that stood sheltered by the shadow of aged trees. She wondered if Narcissa would be still be waiting for her.
She took out a tarnished silver key and slipped it into the enchanted lock on the front door and it opened with a slight creak. Lily’s hands trembled as she ran them along the stone walls in the darkness, finding her way without light, by memory.
She let out a discreet sigh of relief when she saw Narcissa sitting in the living room, scowling with impatience. ‘You’re an hour late,’ the blonde muttered without even a greeting.
‘I’m sorry, Cissa,’ Lily said, taking off her cloak and throwing it on a chair, bending over to give her beloved a small kiss on the lips. ‘James was full of questions tonight. It was nearly impossible to get away from him…’
She trailed off and was quiet for a tense moment. ‘… I think he’s beginning to suspect something.’
‘Potter wouldn’t suspect a sheep for a wolf, even if it were eating his flock,’ Narcissa said derisively.
Lily scowled. ‘I’m marrying that man, you know.’
‘So, I’m aware.’
‘And it’s a problem if he finds out about us.’
‘Obviously.’
Lily let out an exasperated huff.
Narcissa rolled her eyes and smirked as she ran her hands through Lily’s red tresses and pressed her lips softly to her cheeks. ‘Relax, little Gryffindor.’
Lily stood up angrily and spun around to face her. ‘I won’t relax. I’m worried. You’re not supposed to patronise me, Narcissa.’
‘What would you prefer? Should I apologise that this has become inconvenient for you and suggest we stop seeing each other? Should I rush back home, pack my bags and run away with you? Should I sent someone to go kill your darling Potter so he’s no longer a problem?’
Lily glared at her, infuriated beyond measure. ‘Do not make jokes about that sort of thing.’
‘Why? Because you know I can do it?’
Lily was shaking with anger. ‘I don’t need you to do anything, Narcissa. But you could at least show some concern; I don’t know, be worried, too.’
‘And what would that accomplish, Lily? Are we just going to sit here in this forsaken cottage and wring our hands and crinkle our brows in worry?’
The redhead stood still, willing a response to spring from her lips; but she could think of nothing to retaliate with. Narcissa’s ways didn’t always make sense to Lily, but it was true that she had a point.
‘Okay, maybe that’s not the best thing,’ Lily sighed with begrudging defeat. ‘But, I have a serious problem here. A little sympathy would be nice.’
Something softened in Narcissa’s face, and it made Lily’s heart flutter. The blonde drew her close and held her, without a word. Lily savoured the intimacy for a moment before withdrawing slightly and touching her forehead to Narcissa’s, letting out a soft murmur as she did so.
‘Everything will be fine,’ Narcissa said very quietly.
Lily looked at her sadly. ‘I wish that were true.’
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Narcissa/Lily, (ref. to Lily/James)
Summary: James is beginning to suspect; Lily is worried, Narcissa seems not to be.
Word Count: 500+
Author's Notes: Stream of consciousness drabble, written for a Slytherin activity on MNFF. (Challenge was to write a fight between your OTP)
Frost crunched underfoot as Lily made her way quickly across the white, glittering field. Her breath was rapid from anxiety as she approached the abandoned cottage that stood sheltered by the shadow of aged trees. She wondered if Narcissa would be still be waiting for her.
She took out a tarnished silver key and slipped it into the enchanted lock on the front door and it opened with a slight creak. Lily’s hands trembled as she ran them along the stone walls in the darkness, finding her way without light, by memory.
She let out a discreet sigh of relief when she saw Narcissa sitting in the living room, scowling with impatience. ‘You’re an hour late,’ the blonde muttered without even a greeting.
‘I’m sorry, Cissa,’ Lily said, taking off her cloak and throwing it on a chair, bending over to give her beloved a small kiss on the lips. ‘James was full of questions tonight. It was nearly impossible to get away from him…’
She trailed off and was quiet for a tense moment. ‘… I think he’s beginning to suspect something.’
‘Potter wouldn’t suspect a sheep for a wolf, even if it were eating his flock,’ Narcissa said derisively.
Lily scowled. ‘I’m marrying that man, you know.’
‘So, I’m aware.’
‘And it’s a problem if he finds out about us.’
‘Obviously.’
Lily let out an exasperated huff.
Narcissa rolled her eyes and smirked as she ran her hands through Lily’s red tresses and pressed her lips softly to her cheeks. ‘Relax, little Gryffindor.’
Lily stood up angrily and spun around to face her. ‘I won’t relax. I’m worried. You’re not supposed to patronise me, Narcissa.’
‘What would you prefer? Should I apologise that this has become inconvenient for you and suggest we stop seeing each other? Should I rush back home, pack my bags and run away with you? Should I sent someone to go kill your darling Potter so he’s no longer a problem?’
Lily glared at her, infuriated beyond measure. ‘Do not make jokes about that sort of thing.’
‘Why? Because you know I can do it?’
Lily was shaking with anger. ‘I don’t need you to do anything, Narcissa. But you could at least show some concern; I don’t know, be worried, too.’
‘And what would that accomplish, Lily? Are we just going to sit here in this forsaken cottage and wring our hands and crinkle our brows in worry?’
The redhead stood still, willing a response to spring from her lips; but she could think of nothing to retaliate with. Narcissa’s ways didn’t always make sense to Lily, but it was true that she had a point.
‘Okay, maybe that’s not the best thing,’ Lily sighed with begrudging defeat. ‘But, I have a serious problem here. A little sympathy would be nice.’
Something softened in Narcissa’s face, and it made Lily’s heart flutter. The blonde drew her close and held her, without a word. Lily savoured the intimacy for a moment before withdrawing slightly and touching her forehead to Narcissa’s, letting out a soft murmur as she did so.
‘Everything will be fine,’ Narcissa said very quietly.
Lily looked at her sadly. ‘I wish that were true.’