“Cheeky bint.” Narcissa muttered, but there was no venom in her tone. “Why do I associate with you again?”
Lily opened her eyes just enough to give a lazy, smug cat smile. “Because we are complete opposites, so we somehow balance each other out, and everyone else in our cohort are all idiots and wankers anyway?” she replied sweetly.
The other woman rolled her dark brown eyes, but let a tiny smile curve her lips. “True.”
Although, there were still moments where she seriously questioned her sanity and how she had come to this crossroads in her life. As a pureblood witch, Narcissa had grown up with wealth, prosperity, and the absolute ideology that her blood status put her in a higher class – socially, magically, and politically – than those born with Muggle, or non-magical parentage. Lily, on the other hand was the only witch in a house full of Muggles, which put her socially somewhere just above the common rabble. She had enough magic in her blood from somewhere, though, to be accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the most premier magical school in all of wizarding Britain.
Somehow they had survived Hogwarts relatively unscathed, and would have gone their separate ways, but for a mutual interest in the medical field. Narcissa originally was due to marry Lucius directly out of school, but she had prettily appealed to her father to be allowed to train as a mediwitch before committing to starting a family. She had cited wanting to know what to do herself for the inevitable problems that happened along with pregnancy and through raising children, to which her father had immediately blustered and hastily agreed, mainly in order to forestall a possible description of some of those problems.
Lily had also married James almost immediately after graduating Hogwarts, but there had been no pregnancy rumors before during or after, and Lily herself had stated vehemently multiple times how she wanted to wait a year or two before starting a family.
James was now an Auror in charge of his own unit, for all that he had been an arrogant little prat for as long as Narcissa had known him; nearly all her life. He had also ran in the same social circles as she had as a child; inevitably becoming best friends with Sirius, so it was only natural that she would consider James to be an annoying cousin as well. Which they might well be anyway, distantly, with Sirius as a common factor perhaps. And it was for that reason – one of many, though not the biggest one – that she couldn’t possibly consider Lily’s audacious suggestion. No matter how desperate she might be.
She said as much out loud to her companion. “Lily. James is your husband. Sirius’ best friend. Possibly my fifth cousin, second removed or some nonsense like that.” She began.
“Yes, and he is very definitely pureblood, which is your husband is also, and fertile, which your husband is most definitely not.” Lily finished, placing a gentle hand on Narcissa’s arm. “You ran the tests and did the diagnostics, ‘Cissa. You know I’m right. Lucius is a Death Eater. He may keep his Mark covered with a glamour, but he has willingly bent the knee to the Dark Lord, and accepted his touch. Therefore, he has been rendered sterile. ”