#narcissaablack

Doc felt as if he’d just been slapped. “Narcissa, you can’t be serious.” He deadpanned. What he’d just walked in on in their world it was... “Do you know how much trouble you could get in for this?” He couldn’t even look at her. It was like walking in on one of his little sisters with. Glancing at Heath, he fought back the hex right in the forefront of his mind. What had they been thinking? “Put some clothing on, Narcissa. You’re lucky I won’t be mentioning this to your sister.”

“I supposed I’m just going to have to fail then.” Rodolphus replied, pouring the bottle out into the street. “But in doing so, I win as a brother. You don’t need to do this, Narcissa.” He said softly, his large hand coming to rest on her shoulder. “Besides, you smell as if you’d had enough already.” His hand slipped to her other shoulder so his arm was firmly around her shoulders. “Come on, you can come and sleep it off at our house.” 

Andromeda opened one eye and turned to look at her sister, admiring the way her lovely blonde hair fanned out against the green green grass that spread out over the hills. She smiled sweetly, her gaze meeting her younger sister’s. “Of course, Cissy.” Andi reached over and placed her hand on top of her sister’s. 

“I’m pregnant, Narcissa, not invalid.” Andromeda snapped. She didn’t know what had possessed her to even try to arrange a meeting with her younger sister especially when she didn’t even feel confident to tell Ted where she was going. It had been years since she’d spoken to her immediate family and with the baby so close to being born, she’d felt so lonely even with the love of Sirius, Ted and his family. She’d honestly just needed her sisters. Andi had at least hoped that Cissy would be more willing to meet. She had been right but it hadn’t been like it once was.

“Why Duchess, you almost sound concerned.” Heathcliff laughed bitterly, not bothering to wipe the blood trickling down his face. Perhaps it had been stupid to get so drunk and then take on three men much bigger than himself but he hadn’t exactly been thinking clearly when the society page of the Prophet had included a full page spread on Narcissa’s betrothal announcement to Lucius Malfoy - of all people. There was never any love lost between Lucius and Heath or the Malfoys and the Weasleys.

“Do you now?” Though Doc’s tone was light, his eyes flashed in annoyance. The Black family had made their stance perfectly clear on his banishment from not only his family but their world, and their girls (at least Bellatrix and Narcissa as Andromeda had met a similar fate) were expected to follow suit. Doc didn’t have the favour of a rich uncle like Sirius and his family had cut all ties so he was more or less living each day on his ever dwindling savings. “I thought your family severed all connections with me along with my own family?” Caradoc made to cross the street, he’d be late to his job interview if Narcissa didn’t move.

Caradoc wiped the back of his hand against his lips. “Looks like it.” He panted, his hand moving up to brush through his hair. It didn’t matter though, Narcissa was safe. He’d been walking through Diagon Alley when he’d come across the girl being manhandled by some blonde oaf. The Blacks were family friends and you never messed with family or friends of family. What he hadn’t counted on was his opponent to have such a strong right hook or the fact that he’d barely been able to hold his own. He could just here his mother now: “Fighting?! With your fists like a common muggle?!” With an annoyed groan and a roll of his eyes, he surveyed his face in a nearby store window. His eye would bruise, his nose was most likely broken (not for the first time, mind) and his lip had a large split slightly off centre.