Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters - J. K. Rowling does.
A/N: I've been looking for a very long time for a good Narcissa/Snape fic, and I haven't found one. "Dark Waters Of Ecstasy", by Starlit Night, involves Narcissa/Snape but generally it's Hermione/Draco. A very good fic, by the way. So, since I haven't found a good one (if you did - let me know please), I decided to write one myself! :-)
Note: This story takes place the year after Harry Potter graduates from Hogwarts.
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It Happened In The Spring - Chapter One
There was nothing Narcissa Malfoy despised more than the night.
The day wasn't much better. She had nothing to do. She was all alone in the huge Malfoy Manor. Well, not exactly alone. Two house-elves were there, too. But Narcissa never thought they were pleasant company.
So during the days, she would usually sit in the big garden and read a book. She had tons of books. This was the only thing that could still distract her mind. Reading.
But in the nights there was nothing to distract her. And Narcissa would lie in bed for hours, trying to fall asleep.
It was a difficult task.
Lucius had been killed in the war a month before. Voldemort had been killed, too. Narcissa was left alone, because Draco had moved out to live with Hermione, his girlfriend.
It was spring now. The Malfoy Manor always looked nice in the spring - the garden, at least. There were more than a hundred different flowers and trees in the garden, and now they were all blossoming in amazing colors.
However, this charming sight wasn't comforting for Narcissa. She was feeling so lonely. She really pitied herself.
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One beautiful morning Narcissa was sitting in the living room, reading another book about love. She always read love stories. She just couldn't help it - she was too romantic. Lucius had hated it. He had always made fun of her sentimentalism.
She stopped reading for a moment and got up from the couch. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. A beautiful, tall, thin woman. She looked much younger than she really was. No doubt, so many women would have given anything to look like that.
"But what's the point?" Narcissa sighed and turned away. There was no point in being so beautiful (yes, she knew how beautiful she was) when she had no one, absolutely no one to appreciate her beauty.
She stared out of the window. The garden was blooming. Narcissa looked at it. It didn't make her any less miserable.
Just as she turned back to the couch, she heard a knock on the door.
She thought the house-elves could get the door. Then she remembered the two of them were working in the garden. She had to answer the door herself.
She sighed again, went to the entrance hall and opened the door.
She had to put her hand on her mouth to stop herself from screaming. There stood someone whom she remembered quite well, for he used to be very good friends with Lucius. He had come to visit the Manor many times. She also met him in Hogwarts a few times, when she came to see that everything was all right with her son.
Severus Snape.
He was wearing his usual black clothes and seemed somehow less threatening than he always did. But it didn't make Narcissa any less fearful. What was he doing here? Did he come to take revenge? Was he about to become Lucius number 2? She noticed he was carrying a small, black suitcase - what the hell was he planning to do?
Narcissa leaned on the door for support.
"Hello," said Snape in a low voice. His black eyes stared deeply into hers.
"Wha-wha - " Narcissa swallowed hard and forced herself to talk. "What are you doing here?"
"Actually..." Snape took a deep breath, "it's kind of a short story. Will you give me a chance to tell it?"
"Go ahead," said Narcissa, folded her arms and watched him with her eyes narrowed, "but don't expect me to believe you."
"Look," said Snape, "I know I've never given you any reason to trust me... but you probably know I am not a Death-Eater - "
"No, I most certainly don't know that," said Narcissa coldly.
Snape looked surprised. "Hasn't Lucius told you I betrayed Voldemort?"
Narcissa moved uncomfortably. She had definitely heard Lucius mentioning this, but he never told her exactly what was going on - he just didn't trust her.
"I know you betrayed Voldemort," she said, "but this is all I know, and it doesn't make me believe you are trustful. How should I know you didn't begin supporting Voldemort all over again?"
"Hey," said Snape, "I understand it's going to be hard to convince you. You don't owe me anything, and I'm about to ask for a big favor. Believe me, I wouldn't have come here if I didn't have to."
Narcissa clenched her teeth. "Just tell me your story. And remember, you said it was short."
"Yes." Snape took another deep breath. "Well, Voldemort was killed last month - "
"No kidding," said Narcissa, rolling her eyes. "I haven't noticed that."
"The Aurors killed the Death-Eaters," Snape continued, ignoring her words, "but they didn't kill all of them. They are still looking for Death-Eaters who haven't been captured yet."
"So?" Narcissa snarled.
"So... yesterday night they came to my house. They accused me for being a Death-Eater, too. Apparently, they managed to kill another Death-Eater that day, and he told them I was a Death-Eater too." Snape lowered his eyes. They wouldn't listen to me. I tried to run away. They destoryed my house. Just when they about to kill me, Dumbledore showed up. They had a big fight. Dumbledore swore I wasn't a Death-Eater and he trusted me. After a long time, he convinced them."
Narcissa watched him carefully.
"These are the things that were left inside the ruins of my house," said Snape heavily, pointing to his small suitcase. "Almost nothing, as a matter of fact. Dumbledore was outraged. He said he would take care of this. He said he would make sure the Ministry of Magic gets me a new house. But meanwhile..."
His voice trailed off, and Narcissa suddenly understood what he was going to ask.
"Wait a minute," she said loudly, "you want to live HERE?"
"It's only temporary," said Snape, and looked at her almost with plea. Narcissa couldn't help but notice his looks. He wasn't handsome, but he certainly wasn't ugly like she had always considered him to be. Maybe it was because he wasn't looking angry and gloomy as usual?
"Listen," said Snape, "believe me - I wouldn't have bothered you if I didn't have to. Honest. I promise I won't disturb you. I could live in a bedroom on the first floor, far away from your bedroom."
Narcissa considered this for a moment.
"This won't be the only condition," she said sternly.
"What else?" Snape asked.
"We won't eat together," she warned. "My house-elves are making all the meals - but we will not eat at the same time. You will have your meals only after I finish eating mine."
"OK," he agreed.
"And you will never go into my bedroom or my bathroom," Narcissa added.
"Fine."
"And..." Narcissa didn't really know how to say this, but she clenched her teeth again and said: "look, I've been kind of... lonely around here. So when I need someone to talk to, you'll be there."
"Always."
Narcissa raised her eyes to see Snape looking at her sincerely.
"Oh, and you may call me Narcissa. Don't call me Mrs. Malfoy, I don't like this name."
Snape nodded.
Narcissa dared to smile at him. "You may stay here."
A smile spread on Snape's face. It wasn't until later when Narcissa understood it had been the first time she ever saw him smiling. This smile made him look much younger in her eyes, and even - she dared to think - more handsome.
"Come on, I'll show you your bedroom," she said, and he followed her into the house, closing the door behind him. On her way to the corridor, Narcissa glanced quickly out of the window. It was funny, but suddenly, the blossoming garden seemed much more beautiful.
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A/N: Reviews please! This is the first time I write about a character I don't know - I mean Narcissa, of course, and I have to build a whole new personality. Please let me know what you think about my job!
Roni Black.
A/N: I've been looking for a very long time for a good Narcissa/Snape fic, and I haven't found one. "Dark Waters Of Ecstasy", by Starlit Night, involves Narcissa/Snape but generally it's Hermione/Draco. A very good fic, by the way. So, since I haven't found a good one (if you did - let me know please), I decided to write one myself! :-)
Note: This story takes place the year after Harry Potter graduates from Hogwarts.
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It Happened In The Spring - Chapter One
There was nothing Narcissa Malfoy despised more than the night.
The day wasn't much better. She had nothing to do. She was all alone in the huge Malfoy Manor. Well, not exactly alone. Two house-elves were there, too. But Narcissa never thought they were pleasant company.
So during the days, she would usually sit in the big garden and read a book. She had tons of books. This was the only thing that could still distract her mind. Reading.
But in the nights there was nothing to distract her. And Narcissa would lie in bed for hours, trying to fall asleep.
It was a difficult task.
Lucius had been killed in the war a month before. Voldemort had been killed, too. Narcissa was left alone, because Draco had moved out to live with Hermione, his girlfriend.
It was spring now. The Malfoy Manor always looked nice in the spring - the garden, at least. There were more than a hundred different flowers and trees in the garden, and now they were all blossoming in amazing colors.
However, this charming sight wasn't comforting for Narcissa. She was feeling so lonely. She really pitied herself.
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One beautiful morning Narcissa was sitting in the living room, reading another book about love. She always read love stories. She just couldn't help it - she was too romantic. Lucius had hated it. He had always made fun of her sentimentalism.
She stopped reading for a moment and got up from the couch. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. A beautiful, tall, thin woman. She looked much younger than she really was. No doubt, so many women would have given anything to look like that.
"But what's the point?" Narcissa sighed and turned away. There was no point in being so beautiful (yes, she knew how beautiful she was) when she had no one, absolutely no one to appreciate her beauty.
She stared out of the window. The garden was blooming. Narcissa looked at it. It didn't make her any less miserable.
Just as she turned back to the couch, she heard a knock on the door.
She thought the house-elves could get the door. Then she remembered the two of them were working in the garden. She had to answer the door herself.
She sighed again, went to the entrance hall and opened the door.
She had to put her hand on her mouth to stop herself from screaming. There stood someone whom she remembered quite well, for he used to be very good friends with Lucius. He had come to visit the Manor many times. She also met him in Hogwarts a few times, when she came to see that everything was all right with her son.
Severus Snape.
He was wearing his usual black clothes and seemed somehow less threatening than he always did. But it didn't make Narcissa any less fearful. What was he doing here? Did he come to take revenge? Was he about to become Lucius number 2? She noticed he was carrying a small, black suitcase - what the hell was he planning to do?
Narcissa leaned on the door for support.
"Hello," said Snape in a low voice. His black eyes stared deeply into hers.
"Wha-wha - " Narcissa swallowed hard and forced herself to talk. "What are you doing here?"
"Actually..." Snape took a deep breath, "it's kind of a short story. Will you give me a chance to tell it?"
"Go ahead," said Narcissa, folded her arms and watched him with her eyes narrowed, "but don't expect me to believe you."
"Look," said Snape, "I know I've never given you any reason to trust me... but you probably know I am not a Death-Eater - "
"No, I most certainly don't know that," said Narcissa coldly.
Snape looked surprised. "Hasn't Lucius told you I betrayed Voldemort?"
Narcissa moved uncomfortably. She had definitely heard Lucius mentioning this, but he never told her exactly what was going on - he just didn't trust her.
"I know you betrayed Voldemort," she said, "but this is all I know, and it doesn't make me believe you are trustful. How should I know you didn't begin supporting Voldemort all over again?"
"Hey," said Snape, "I understand it's going to be hard to convince you. You don't owe me anything, and I'm about to ask for a big favor. Believe me, I wouldn't have come here if I didn't have to."
Narcissa clenched her teeth. "Just tell me your story. And remember, you said it was short."
"Yes." Snape took another deep breath. "Well, Voldemort was killed last month - "
"No kidding," said Narcissa, rolling her eyes. "I haven't noticed that."
"The Aurors killed the Death-Eaters," Snape continued, ignoring her words, "but they didn't kill all of them. They are still looking for Death-Eaters who haven't been captured yet."
"So?" Narcissa snarled.
"So... yesterday night they came to my house. They accused me for being a Death-Eater, too. Apparently, they managed to kill another Death-Eater that day, and he told them I was a Death-Eater too." Snape lowered his eyes. They wouldn't listen to me. I tried to run away. They destoryed my house. Just when they about to kill me, Dumbledore showed up. They had a big fight. Dumbledore swore I wasn't a Death-Eater and he trusted me. After a long time, he convinced them."
Narcissa watched him carefully.
"These are the things that were left inside the ruins of my house," said Snape heavily, pointing to his small suitcase. "Almost nothing, as a matter of fact. Dumbledore was outraged. He said he would take care of this. He said he would make sure the Ministry of Magic gets me a new house. But meanwhile..."
His voice trailed off, and Narcissa suddenly understood what he was going to ask.
"Wait a minute," she said loudly, "you want to live HERE?"
"It's only temporary," said Snape, and looked at her almost with plea. Narcissa couldn't help but notice his looks. He wasn't handsome, but he certainly wasn't ugly like she had always considered him to be. Maybe it was because he wasn't looking angry and gloomy as usual?
"Listen," said Snape, "believe me - I wouldn't have bothered you if I didn't have to. Honest. I promise I won't disturb you. I could live in a bedroom on the first floor, far away from your bedroom."
Narcissa considered this for a moment.
"This won't be the only condition," she said sternly.
"What else?" Snape asked.
"We won't eat together," she warned. "My house-elves are making all the meals - but we will not eat at the same time. You will have your meals only after I finish eating mine."
"OK," he agreed.
"And you will never go into my bedroom or my bathroom," Narcissa added.
"Fine."
"And..." Narcissa didn't really know how to say this, but she clenched her teeth again and said: "look, I've been kind of... lonely around here. So when I need someone to talk to, you'll be there."
"Always."
Narcissa raised her eyes to see Snape looking at her sincerely.
"Oh, and you may call me Narcissa. Don't call me Mrs. Malfoy, I don't like this name."
Snape nodded.
Narcissa dared to smile at him. "You may stay here."
A smile spread on Snape's face. It wasn't until later when Narcissa understood it had been the first time she ever saw him smiling. This smile made him look much younger in her eyes, and even - she dared to think - more handsome.
"Come on, I'll show you your bedroom," she said, and he followed her into the house, closing the door behind him. On her way to the corridor, Narcissa glanced quickly out of the window. It was funny, but suddenly, the blossoming garden seemed much more beautiful.
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A/N: Reviews please! This is the first time I write about a character I don't know - I mean Narcissa, of course, and I have to build a whole new personality. Please let me know what you think about my job!
Roni Black.