Narcissa Malfoy One Shots

Illicit Affairs

Rain lashed against the enchanted glass of the Gryffindor common room, each drop a drumbeat against my skull mirroring the rhythm of my racing heart. Across the room, Sirius and Remus were immersed in a deep discussion, their laughter a stark contrast to the storm raging within me. Tonight, I was supposed to meet Narcissa. Again.

Make sure nobody sees you leave
Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

Four months of stolen moments, whispered promises in darkened corridors, tender touches exchanged under the cloak of secrecy. It was exhilarating, intoxicating, the thrill of defying every House prejudice intoxicating like forbidden wine. But tonight, the bitter dregs of reality hung heavy on my tongue.

A shiver ran through me as the portrait hole creaked open. Narcissa slithered in, a vision of silver and emerald, her dark hair plastered to her face by the rain. "You're late," she hissed, her voice sharp as icicles.

Guilt gnawed at me. "House duties," I mumbled, offering a lame excuse. Her green eyes, usually pools of molten jade, now glittered with suspicion.

"Always an excuse," she spat, tossing her cloak onto a nearby armchair. "Is the Gryffindor Golden Boy more captivating tonight?"

A surge of anger burned away the guilt. "Don't be ridiculous, Narcissa. You know this isn't about anyone else."

Her lips twisted into a smirk. "Do I? Tell me again, Y/N, why I choose to spend my nights locked in a dusty broom cupboard with a Gryffindor when I could be draped in silks at Malfoy Manor."

The truth, tangled and barbed, snagged in my throat. "Because..." I faltered, the words dying on my tongue. Because what? Because her touch sent shivers down my spine, because her laugh was the sweetest melody, because when I looked into her eyes, the world outside ceased to exist.

She scoffed, a cold, hard sound. "Because it's forbidden, isn't it? A thrill you wouldn't get with your precious Gryffindor comrades."

The accusation stung, leaving a bitter taste on my tongue. "That's not it," I choked out, my voice tight with desperation. "It's you, Narcissa. It's everything about you."

But the words fell flat, lost in the echoing emptiness of the common room. Her eyes, devoid of their usual warmth, held a chilling indifference. "Then prove it," she challenged, her voice like silk drawn over a blade.

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting long, wavering shadows on the walls. In that flickering light, I saw Narcissa, not as my forbidden lover, but as a woman trapped in a gilded cage, a prisoner of duty and expectation. It was a cage I'd unwittingly entered, my love a flimsy key that could only unlock a door leading to more shadows.

"We can't keep doing this," I said, my voice hoarse. The words tasted like ashes in my mouth, each syllable a shard of the dream I'd built.

A flicker of pain crossed her face, quickly masked by a steely resolve. "No," she agreed, her voice a mere whisper. "We can't."

And you wanna scream, don't call me kid, don't call me baby, look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

We stood there, two lost souls adrift in a storm of our own making. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until Sirius's boisterous laugh shattered it. We both flinched, as if caught in a forbidden act.

Narcissa straightened her robes, her face a mask of haughty indifference. "Until next time, then," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

"There won't be a next time," I whispered, the words cutting through me like a Silencing Charm.

She gave a ghost of a smile, cold and distant. "Perhaps not," she replied, before melting back into the shadows, leaving behind a chilling emptiness in the wake of her absence.

I sank into the armchair, her scent clinging to the air like a phantom limb. The fire gnashed at the logs, casting grotesque shadows on the walls.

You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else.

Sirius and Remus approached, their faces creased with concern. "Everything alright, mate?" Sirius asked, his hand resting on my shoulder.

I managed a weak smile. "Just a bit of House rivalry, nothing to worry about."

But my words rang hollow, even to my own ears. The echo of Narcissa's cold goodbye still lingered, a painful reminder of the forbidden love that had become my gilded cage. And as I looked into the faces of my friends, a chilling truth solidified in my heart: sometimes, the greatest heartbreak isn't losing someone you love, but realizing you never truly had them to begin with.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and stolen stares
They show their truth one single time
But they lie, and they lie, and they lie
A million little times.