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Petunia Evans Dursley/Narcissa Black Malfoy

They are like two sides of the same coin

For @sapphicmicrofics

Pairing: Petunia/Narcissa

Wordcount: 350

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The gloom of night had fallen over Privet Drive, and one lone woman was awake; Petunia Dursley stared out her bedroom window, awaiting the arrival of her mistress. Her husband was away on a work trip, her nephew at Boarding school, and her son staying at a friend’s house. She had the house to herself.

The click of Apparition announced Narcissa’s arrival. With her pointed hat and high collared victorian dress, it was clear that she didn’t belong here. But it was the witching hour, wasn’t it? Petunia hastened downstairs and to the front door. She opened it, and Narcissa was standing right there, clearly about to knock. Petunia didn’t think she understood the concept of a doorbell, but really that was neither here nor there.

Narcissa wasn’t simply pretty, no, she was gorgeous. A woman in her mid thirties, she had an aquiline nose, cheekbones sharp enough to kill, and highly arched eyebrows. Her face had a haughtiness to it, but that appeared to just be her resting expression. Her dirty blond hair fell to her waist. She was holding a bouquet of fragrant Petunias, held together by a pink ribbon.

"Narcissa," she gestured inside the house. Narcissa followed her in.

"These flowers are for you," said Narcissa, handing them to her.

"Oh, my namesake. How thoughtful," replied Petunia primly.

"Amphortus." Narcissa swished her wand. Hues of orange light left her elm wand, bonding together to form a vase. She placed it on an ordinary looking table in the hallway.

Petunia twitched. She put the flowers inside the vase, her hands shaking. Magic was something she was not quite used to yet. She didn’t think she ever would be.

The two women walked upstairs, their feet thud-thud-thudding against the wooden flooring. 

Petunia guided Narcissa to her bedroom. They sat down together on the bed, Narcissa intertwining her legs with Petunia’s. Their faces were very close together. Narcissa’s mouth looked like a pale pink budding flower. Petunia kissed Narcissa, wrapping her arms around Narcissa’s shoulders.