Midnight

10). The Romance Holiday.

February 14th. A human holiday that was way to bright and pink for the vampire, who sat in the living room early that morning. Narcissa came down the stairs to start an early breakfast. "Why pink?" She just rolled her eyes. Her dress was pink and very flowing around her knees. Even thought the weather was still cold, at least it wasn't freezing anymore, she didn't have he normal -for the winter- leggings on. Just some dress shoes that were white. Her light pink sweater hung loosely around her shoulder, and flowed freely as she moved about. Her hair was in a very long braid that rested on her left shoulder. A small ribbon at the very end of her hair, with some kind of odd clip in her hair. "I take it pink isn't your colour?" She chuckled at the -are you kidding me- look from Harry. "It's so bright!" She just smiled. "A little colour wouldn't at all hurt you." She turned toward the kitchen to stop in her tracks when Harry stood before her, blocking her path to the fridge. "I don't always wear black you know." She nodded. "Other then a very dark red, I haven't seen you in any other colour, or without those suits." Harry rolled his eyes. "What's the problem with the suits?" She smiled and give his shoulder a light push. He let her push him out of the way, and she opened the fridge. "Nothing, but you could relax you know." Harry just shook his head. "I don't you two don't understand." Narcissa looked after at him. "We understand you are worried and we are a lot of that reason why, that doesn't mean you have to go around every single day without relaxing. Even just a little." Harry ran a hand throughout his hair. "Why is a t-shirt so important?" He was very confused on to way it matter so much to Draco. "It is just important to Draco, like that ring is to you." Harry flashed down at his ring, but shook his head. "You can hardly compare the two." Narcissa stood holding the objects in her arms to make breakfast and looked at him. "Different things matter to people Harry. It might seem silly to you, but it is very important to Draco. He loves you, very much." Harry let out a sigh, but made the walk slowly up the stairs.

The shower was going as he stepped into the bedroom and walked over to the closest. He slowly pushed the door open. "You really care about that human man." The voice very cold behind him, as he quicky turned around. "You have a death wish." Harry's voice was quiet and watched his father hold onto his own elbow with his hand behind is back. "I'm very much aware of your ward. Believe it or not, I haven't came to harm you. Even thought I am still very tempted to do such a thing." He made an evil chuckle, and Harry crossed his arms. "What...do you want?" His father struggled his shoulders. "The council is conflicted. Your ward is very intelligent and a delight to watch. They also don't trust her, as she gathering information." Harry shook his head. "She isn't out to expose our world. She simply want to be sure-" His father put a hand up, and Harry let out a noise of frustration. "I am aware. Try as she might, I can still enter her thoughts." Harry looked annoyed. "Then why are they conflicted?" His father shook his head. "Humans are unpredictable and they don't like the uncertainty. They want the certainty she isn't plotting against us." Harry shook his head. "You aren't using Draco or Narcissa Bell." His father let out a sigh. "They'll have her dispatch. They won't risk it." Harry cocked an eyebrow. "Why are you telling me this?" His father shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the window. "Give me more time, perhaps? I've seen my death, and it is by your ward. However, I'd like to prolong that. Bring her before the council at noon, or by this time tomorrow she'll be dispatch." He was gone in a flash.

"Narcissa. We need to have a word." Harry stood back in the kitchen and she frown. She was disappointed he came back in his suit. "I thought you were changing?" Harry shook his head. "Something's came up...that includes you. Something that has to be deal with, immediately." She seen the look of concern in his eyes and after putting a stop to breakfast, she following him throughout the Manor, stopping in the second kitchen of the house. "What's wrong?" Her voice was quiet as Harry started to make himself a cup of blood. "You've brought to much attention to yourself." Harry's voice was low. "What exactly does that mean?" She wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer. She watched Harry soon pull the cup out of the microwave and sat across form her. "I have to take you to the council." She just looked at him. "The council?" Harry thought for a moment. "They are like the law enforcement here. They are full aware of your knowledge about our world...and are comfortable enough to talk freely before you. The one line won't ever come out, but seems like everything else is open game now." She still looked confused. "I don't understand why the would want to speak with me." Harry frown, taking a drink of his cup. "They need to know, without a doubt, the information your gathering isn't to expose us." She frown. "You know I'm not at to expose you." Harry nodded. "I do...and my father does as well, but understand. We have lived a very long time without any problems, they won't risk one. Without certainty......" Harry looked away, he couldn't even fathom the thought of something happening to Narcissa. "They want me killed?" She knew the answer. "If they can't be certain, this yes...they'll have your execution carried out by this time tomorrow." After a moment. "How exactly are they to be certain?" Harry shook his head. "That, I am unclear on. They have different things with us, I haven't the foggiest idea of what exactly they want form you." Harry sounded worried but she refused to let it bother her. "I suppose I need to change the time of our reservations then. I'm not changing." She let out a chuckle as she walked to the door. "I doubt they would expect you too." Harry was amazed how well she took this. Harry wasn't certain, if he would come back with her or not...and that frighten him.