It ended with a grave.
That's how it's supposed to go, right? Fairytales begin with 'Once Upon a Time', and they end with a grave.
Only it didn't; it didn't end with a grave at all.
Oh no, the grave was only the beginning.
Of Lions and Serpents and the Choices We Make
Pairing: Lily Evans/Narcissa Black
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine that can be used against me!
Summary: When Narcissa reads about the death of Lily Evans in the Daily Prophet, she finally realizes just how much she wanted (needed) her, but it's too late. Or so it seemed... What happens when Narcissa gets a second chance? Will she make the right choices? What if the choices she made in the first place were the right ones? Reviews=Updates!
Narcissa doesn't remember Lily Evans until she sees the article in the paper, or that's what she'd like to think, since she's Narcissa Malfoy now and all. She's supposed to be head over heels in love with Lucius, like the good little pureblood whore she was raised to be.
Narcissa doesn't remember the heated kisses, stolen during detentions when that wretched Transfiguratjions professor was looking the other way, beneath the emerald covers of Narcissa's bed (she got the head girls' suite, of course), underneath James's invisibility cloak (and it was absolutely not because Narcissa had some kind of insane desire to let James know exactly who Lily belonged to, because it wasn't).
She can't recall the night Lily told her she loved her and she didn't say it back (because she didn't feel it of course).
And she absolutely doesn't remember that one night, the one where she got so trashed she was crying into Andromeda's arms, sobbing about how much she loved Lily Evans (only she couldn't remember her name at the time, so her actual words came out more like this: "I- I love her, And- An- Andy...I- I love her, you know that, right? Lovelovelove, and she got hitched to that- that wanker, Planter or whatever his bloody name is! I'm prettier than him. I'm waay prettier than him, right? He's so ugly, with his stupid hair and- and..." That went on for a good few hours). Because she absolutely doesn't. Not even a little bit.
And now Andromeda always looks at her funny, like she knows something Narcissa knows it. Bloody bint.
But when Narcissa reads the article in the Prophet, something doesn't add up, and she has to read it three more times before she really comprehends what's happened. She thanks Merlin that Lucius is at work and Draco's too young to understand (same age as the Potter boy, the one with Lily's eyes) when she finally (finally') breaks down on the king size bed she shares with the man she's never loved as Lily rests in peace with the man she learned to.
She's only half there, really, when she makes the wish, tears leaving uneven streaks through the many layers of cover up and blush. The hand gripping the pillow for dear life is shaking so hard she thinks she might be dying, and that's when she makes the wish.
I want her back- Merlin I want her- no, I need her back, damn her, please give her back...no, take us all back, back to when we were so young and she loved me instead of Potter.
Tentatively, Narcissa reaches out to touch the soft, silky locks that she hasn't felt in so many years and just runs her fingers through it for she doesn't know how long.
Narcissa knows exactly what's happened when she wakes up the next morning in her old head girls' bed- even if it's a dream, there's no use in ruining everything, so she goes along with it, just for the hell of it. Sitting up, she stretches luxuriously like a panther, brushing her platinum hair back behind her ear.
And when she glances down to her right, in place of the clean-cut, blond hair she's woken up next to for so long, there's a mess of red locks splayed over the emerald pillow (so much lovelier on green than gold, Narcissa's always thought, but maybe it's just her pride).
And then all of a sudden, the girl beside her is stirring, and Lily sits up with the most adorably sleepy expression on her face, first looking down at the covers, then up at Narcissa, then sighs and falls back onto the pillows with a slightly anticlimactic 'fwoof'. "We weren't supposed to do this again," she says in a resigned voice. "Last time was supposed to be the end of this."
Narcissa is seconds from pinning Lily to the bed and showing her just how much she missed her, but keeps herself under control and merely smirks down at the Gryffindor, like she's sure the old Narcissa (the one who lost) would have. "You know you can't resist me, Evans," she says in a voice she didn't recognize as her own. Had she ever been so smooth? "I am a Black, you know."
"I hadn't noticed," Lily mutters, eyes still heavy with sleep. "You've only told me about a hundred times."
"Then maybe I should tell you a secret," Narcissa murmurs in contemplation, gazing down at Lily with what she's sure is the most pathetically lovesick expression in all of the wizarding world. She really can't help it. "I wish I wasn't."
Lily's eyes meet her own, brimming with confusion before she lowers them again and rolls onto her side. "Me too."
Watching her sleep, it suddenly hits Narcissa that she has no idea how she plans on fixing everything, because she's just remembered that she is, in fact, a Black, and Blacks do not fall in love with mudblood Gryffindors unless they want to end up like Andromeda or the dog.
It gives her a headache, so instead she smirks and maneuvers her way on top of Lily, pinning the girl's wrists down against the sinfully comfortable mattress. Lily moans lowly, and Narcissa takes that as permission to go further and begins to kiss down the flushed skin of the Gryffindor's neck.
Just as Lily's body begins to mold to hers, Narcissa pulls away with a serpentine grin. "Prefects bathroom after Potions, Evans." With that, she pulls on her robes, says a quick spell to fix her hair, and saunters out of the room, leaving Lily scowling behind her.
"Fuck you, Black," she hears just before the door closes behind her.
"Patience is a virtue, Evans."