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His moon.
Harry x Narcissa
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The snow took it’s leisurely time to flutter down to the frosty ground, taking it’s short stay until the sun came back. Narcissa Black stared forlornly out of her hotel window, seemingly taken with the winter atmosphere, glazed over grey eyes absentmindedly following the lazy snow.
The bright, but lonely hotel room the blonde had taken short residence over a refreshing change to the dark, oppressive Grimmauld Place. Her grandfather had taken to pestering her to respond to her soon to be Betrothed ; Lucius Malfoy whom she had been pointedly ignoring. ‘Who does he think he is?’ Narcissa said to herself bitterly, not knowing herself which of the arrogant men this applies to. Her dear grandfather and another man who she usually referred to as ‘Him’, had stubbornly occupied her ranting thoughts.
She looked at the clock, the ticking that she had been efficiently drowning out boring into her senses as her mind turned silent, the bitterness ebbing away to an empty feeling suspiciously close to her heart. Numb limbs carried her from her window side chair, she plodded to the fridge. The shelves were depressingly barren of any alcohol.
Wrapped up in multiple layers, wandering the chilly streets Narcissa spotted a lively Muggle pub. Already having made up her mind she strode over to it and pushed the doors open. The small building was full of character, bare red brick walls, worn dark wooden stools and bar. There were a group of men playing pool, and watching football on the telly.
She joined a man sitting at the bar, who had been watching the match with increasing excitement. He took his eyes off the screen for a moment to smile friendly at her, which she couldn’t help but return in full force.
He was slim, of average height, possessed
shoulder length straight raven black messy, tousled hair. He had eyes of brilliant green, which were glued on the screen as he leaned forwards. He was dressed in a simple partially unbuttoned white silk shirt with a blazer thrown over it, casual dress trousers and white chunky leather trainers on his feet.
She suddenly felt very self conscious how she looked, so much so she went to the bathroom and tidied herself up in the mirror. This morning, assuming a quiet day in, dressed in a puffer coat, an oversized pastille yellow t-shirt and baggy light wash jeans. She had thrown on a black hoodie jacket, and an earthen- brown beanie . She was wearing little to no makeup, due to her menial day.
She was NOT dressed to meet pretty boys. With a wave of her wand, she had brown eyeshadow to match her beanie, and sweeping black eyeliner. Freckles now seemed to adorn her pale delicate face and her blonde lashes were curled. Her previously messy hair was now its natural sleek and straight. Another flick of her wand and she had on a black pencil skirt and a khaki green woolly halter top stopping just below her navel, allowing a modest yet hypnotising display of her toned lower stomach. She topped this with doc martens, and a tote bag the same tone as her beanie and eyeshadow.
She proudly walked out and sat herself down on the same stool she had vacated a few minutes prior. After ordering a fruity cider off the bartender she looked back at the man who had piqued her interests so. He seemed to notice her gaze and gave the beautiful blonde another one of his charming smiles, which seemed to make her heart skip a beat, along with the world around her.
“Hello. My name is Harry.” The man said, his eyes glittering underneath long lashes. Narcissa’s breath caught in her throat as she got lost in Harry’s eyes and his smile. How can one be so pretty? He’s stunning. “Narcissa.” She replied breathlessly.
He raised one of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows in amusement, and she realised she had stared too long and responded too late. ‘What’s wrong with you Narcissa? Normally you’re cool and collected. Yet you bring one man and you lose it. Yes but this is one extremely attractive, perfect man.’
“Sorry. My name is Narcissa. Pleasure to meet you.” She offered Harry her hand. He took it and brushed his lips over her knuckles. How such a common gesture could cause Narcissa’s stomach to do flips she had no idea. “So Harry, what brings you down to this end of town?”
He chuckled at her bemused tone. “I was brought into town to look for a place a few days ago. My godfather sold our old house. He’s got a nice place out in the country. I can’t do something similar due to my career choice, however nice a tranquil cottage sounds.”
“Oh I’m sorry. I hope you find a nice place. Do you miss your home?” Narcissa responded, grey eyes losing themselves in emerald green. The man waved the concern away with a dry smile. “Let’s just say it was quite an unpleasant, lonely place. We’re both better off away from it. How about you? What brings such a lovely lady to a pub like this? You just seem a little too.. Sophisticated, posh.”
Luckily an excuse came her way to hide her flushed face as the bartender slid the cider into her hands with a wink at her, the woman’s eyes glancing to Harry, then back to Narcissa as if to say ‘good luck’ before she walked away. Harry watched this with amusement, but with the air of a man who was trying to decipher a joke that went over his head.
“I’m staying nearby for a while. Decided to take a walk and seen this lovey little place. I couldn’t stand being stuck in my apartment with my thoughts, you know how it is.” His lively locks bounced as he nodded, “This is a great place isn’t it. Reminds me of a place I became rather attached to in my youth.’
It was her turn to laugh now, he talked as if he was much older than he was, he seemed as if he just got fresh out of school or college. If she looked closely though, she could almost sense how much those haunted viridian eyes had seen. They engaged in more small talk, chatting about similar interests, experiences and just generally enjoying each others company.
By the time Narcissa had finished her third pint, her eyes were drooping and the stool she was sitting on didn’t seem nearly as secure as it had at the start of the night. Harry seemed to notice this and said “You are staying nearby yes? Let me walk you back.” He stood without waiting for her slurred response and offered his hand.
After looking between the proffered hand and his face for far longer than she deemed necessary, her dainty pale hand met the strong yet gentle grip of the pretty raven-haired man. He cautiously linked their arms together, and made sure Narcissa was comfortable before walking through a thoroughly decorated doorway and onto the now narrow dark, deserted and frigid streets that made up this rural end of the town.
Comfortable silence ensued as Harry practically carried her as he was drunkenly directed supposedly to her hotel, however due to his own and the girl’s current state he could end up a rather long way from Narcissa’s destination. ‘Everything feels so natural with him.’ Lucius would dream of this connection that seemed to flow so naturally between her and this young man.
His kind green eyes drew her in, his calm, humble demeanour kept her there. Their attraction was like gravity, him like Earth and her a moon. She was brought in within his atmosphere and there was no means of escape, even if she wished to do so. No she was the moon, his moon, and he was her Earth.She mentally chastised herself, reminding her alcohol addled brain that she met this man a few hours ago. ‘Get out of this sorry state, you’re not normally such a hopeless romantic! You sound ridiculous for god’s sake! His moon, you’re not a bloody poet!’
She was so lost in his presence and her own thoughts that she had not noticed them enter the luxurious, yet sterile hotel and had come to a stop at her door. “How did you know which room I was staying in?” She narrowed her eyes at him. She could have sworn in that moment his eyes quite literally sparked with amusement.
“I asked the man behind the desk.” He flashed her a smile that she thought of as pretty fetching .”He was quite friendly and understanding.” Harry added almost as an afterthought. Her pale face must have gone an impressive Weasley red. She needed to get a hold of herself.
He gently set her down and stared deeply into her eyes, an intimate expression on his delicate face. His crimson painted lips glittered in the blinding light shining down upon them from the ceiling lights as he spoke. “Goodnight Cissa, it was lovely to meet you.” She could lose herself in his velvety articulation, how it looked to see those lush red lips sound out her name. How her body positively vibrated with anticipation in response.
‘To hell with it.’ She emptied her mind and grabbed the collar of his silk shirt, her fingers caressing his chest in the process, gently drawing him down and in and cautiously captured his lips with hers. They melded into one, two beings becoming one in a moment of pure solidarity brought about by the longing that had somehow gradually built over the night of stolen glances and flirtatious remarks. She’d allow herself this moment of ridiculousness.
As they parted she huskily whispered against his chest, “Goodnight Harry.” She slowly pushed him away savouring the feeling of him against her and his chest below his shirt. “Goodnight.” Was all he replied with. He walked away, turning his head back to look at her before saying “Next week, same place.”
Then he was gone, the enigmatic young man that would occupy her thoughts before she would see him again.