|The beautiful Black
Author: opaque-girl PM
Written for the Unlikely Pairings Challenge. James Potter loved the wind.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - James P. & Narcissa M. - Words: 461 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 6 - Published: 05-17-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5977166
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Written for call-me-bee's Unlikely Pairings Challenge.
Pairing: Narcissa Malfoy/James Potter
A/N: I know this is extremely short, but I wanted to end it this way.
Thanks to SoUsay234 for the beta.
James Potter loved the wind. And so did Narcissa Black, he remembered bitterly. In fact, he often thought he loved the wind only because of her.
That's how he had noticed, for the first time, how truly beautiful she was. She had been sitting on the window seat in the Potions class. She always sat by the window, he noticed. The strong wind blew her blond hair in front of her eyes. James suddenly had the urge to touch that hair of hers. And it seemed, so did Lucius Malfoy, who reached out to gently brush the hair away from her face. She turned to look at Malfoy with those brilliant blue eyes of her, and blushed. James turned away and started to doodle Lily Potter on his notebook instead. It was better to make himself believe that he loved Evans, than to stare at something he could never have.
The next time he saw her, she was sitting next to the lake, soaking her feet into the cool water. Malfoy, the greatest git of the world, was sitting next to her and she was resting her head on his chest.
"I love the wind." She was saying.
"I know," was all he said.
"And you hate it," she replied, still smiling.
The first time he touched her was also in the wind. It was late at night, and the sky was full of clouds. He had a late Quidditch practice, and was coming out of the Gryffindor changing room when he saw her running out of the castle. She was sobbing and didn't notice him for a long while. Or at least, it seemed long to him.
"What's wrong?" he had asked her softly.
"Potter. What are you doing here?" she replied, her voice cracking.
"Merely returning from my Quidditch practice. You should not be out so late. Its dangerous," he had advised, stepping a bit closer to her.
"I am a Black, not a scardy-cat," she answered, tears still streaming down her face. He noticed that she was shivering a little and her teeth had started rattling.
"Go inside Black. You are shivering," he stated.
"I am not," she said, wrapping her cloak around her tighter.
Just then, a loud rumble of thunder was emitted overhead and lightning flashed, filling up the whole sky. The heavens released a heavy downpour of rain, which fell hard against the cold ground. And James suddenly found the blonde in his arms, now trembling.
James Potter loved the wind.