Which meant that, personal history with James or not, she was still going to do her best to protect Narcissa and ensure her future. Even though it meant getting pregnant through Muggle means by Lily’s husband. Lily could be jealous over a teenage moment, or she could protect her family and take another subtle step in silently defying Voldemort’s rhetoric. Defiance didn’t always happen in the large confrontational moments, after all.
That conversation would have to wait until morning, it seemed though. Lily got up, easing her friend down to lie on the couch properly, and found a blanket to cover her. Brushing some hair off of her cheek, she lightly touched her lips to Narcissa’s forehead, before extinguishing the lights with a soft Nox.
The Slytherin witch woke the next morning to obnoxiously cheerful, male, loud, humming.
“James Alexander Potter! Stop with the bloody fucking noise, you absolute fucking flobberworm!” She snapped, one hand immediately going to her head. ”Fuck!”
“Such language.” James’s amused baritone voice sounded from behind her. “Whatever would your mother say?”
“You and Sirius are the ones who taught me those words!”
Although she was older than both boys by a few months, they had been close enough in age to often be lumped together at the family and social gatherings when they were younger, usually under the watchful eye of a house-elf. Narcissa suspected that the real reason that she was put in charge of the boys was that she at least had some method of control over them; future Gryffindors or not, they had no defense against crocodile tears or feminine charm, when she chose to turn it on.
They had been stuck in the children’s room at Grimmauld place one summer night while their parents conducted business or whatever the adults did all the time. James had bought a book entitled, ‘101 Creative Curses to Stun Your Friends (and Enemies)’, thinking it might actually contain some spells, but to eight year old Narcissa’s dismay, it had contained a list of swear words and phrases. James, of course, had dared her to read one of the phrases out loud, never believing that she would do it, and that had been the end of that. That had led to a contest of coming up with or combining the most creative and outrageous phrases, which she had ironically won with last night’s ‘Hufflepuff’s hoo-ha!’. She still had silly paper crown that they had made up for her, somewhere in her memory books.
“Yes, and the student has very nearly surpassed the teacher. Sirius would be so pleased.” He adroitly dodged as she swung her arm to swat at him. “Be nice, Selina, or else I won’t give you a Sober up potion.”
She opened her eyes enough to blearily glare at him. “Give it to me, or I’ll tell Lily about the time you were skinny dipping in my uncle’s pond, and you and Sirius had to run for it after – “
“Fine! Here.” He grumbled, handing her the cup. “You swore an oath not to tell anyone about that.”
“Slytherin.” She said sweetly, downing the liquid. “And we were nine. What did we know about oaths? Hey, this isn’t half bad. You didn’t brew it, did you?”
“Don’t be silly.” Lily snorted, joining the conversation and plopping down on the edge of the couch. “How are you feeling?”