My angel. My destruction. My heartache. My destiny

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Chapter 2 of My angel. My destruction.My heartache. My destiny. Didn't take all THAT long to complete so here it is for your reading pleasure. This is quickly becoming the easiest fic of mine to write so I'd expect it to be completed in a very short while. It's still set to be a four parter, but may melt into a fifth part if my muse behaves.

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Ch 2

The first moments Narcissa and I spent together were bloody average. We had some awkward first moments, as two people who comprise part of a group do when finally alone. When the comforting cloak of friends is gone, the situation lends itself to insecurity and awkwardness. I had never been so off balance before. I had never been so awkward around women either, and that caused me to feel off balance and a bit angry.

"What do you like to do?" I asked her finally as our silence had lengthened. I took a quick glance at my mood watch. Mood watches were the popular toy for wizards that year. They accurately predicted the wearer's mood by pointing arrows at bars of color. Mine had gone from the yellow of uncomfortable to blinking purple and saying awkward, and I knew that I had to do something. Narcissa was supposed to be the answer to my prayers, not a separate nightmare.

"Why don't we go to Hogsmeade?" She gave me a naughty grin as she said this. Students were not allowed off the grounds because of the heightened tensions in our world, but I was never one to obey the rules.

"Hogsmeade it is, then," I replied. "But I'll have to blindfold you. You cannot know my secrets."

Narcissa chuckled in a sultry manner, and I realized that she was a more mature female than the other Gryffindors of her year. Perhaps she was the only experienced one beside Lily. Unlike Lily though, Narcissa had a very mature, knowing look in her eyes. I moved closer as I transfigured a blindfold from a dinner napkin.

Her eyes were royal blue, deep, mysterious. As her mouth curved into a small knowing smile, I felt my body respond in ways that should have been reserved for my first love. My head lowered to hers and in a brief moment of clarity, I knew that my life had irrevocably changed.

When my lips met hers an explosion went off behind my closed eyes. A wave of desire rushed through me, and I sank to my knees, lost in the sensations that her mouth arose in me. She slid down with me and soon I was lying atop her, groaning with need.

"Sirius," she finally said, breathlessly. "We must not be found here. That old bird, McGonagall, might see something she's never experienced before.

I laughed deeply, and the humor seemed to break the hold that she had over me. I brandished the blindfold teasingly. "Come, Narcissa, let me blindfold you."

"And ravish me?" she replied. "You won't be getting me that easily, Sirius Black!" To this day, I don't know how she did it, but in a few moments my vision blackened. I reached up to check, and realized that the blindfold I had held securely was now tied firmly around my face.

My hands reached back to undo the ties, but as my hand met the fabric, a nasty jolt had me yelping.

"I charmed the ends," Narcissa said in a distinctly naughty voice.

"Vixen."

"If you behave, you might find out later."

"Then consider me the best behaved boy in the school," I replied. Our verbal banter kept me interested and stimulated as she led me through corridors, up staircases and down sloping hallways. Eventually, I could feel the night breeze ruffling my hair. "Can you take the blindfold off now, Vixen?"

"Patience, my dear." Her breath across my earlobe stimulated me, and I yelped when she took it into her mouth.

"You're torturing me," I warned. I tried to sound authoritative, but failed miserably as laughter bubbled up from out of nowhere. I felt free, and freedom was hard to come by in our troubled times.

"Good." She dragged the word out for several seconds, and I had to fight back the moan that I knew would be in my voice if I spoke again.

We walked for some minutes before coming to an abrupt halt. Suddenly, the blindfold was gone, and I was blinking in the silvery moonlight. I glanced over at her. Narcissa was made for the night. The moonlight glinted off her hair, and her eyes had never looked more soulful. She had spelled herself into some sexy Mugglewear inspired robes of emerald green. They were low cut, and swished at her knees as she moved. Between the glimpses of cleavage and bare legs, I was hard pressed to keep my mind off ravishing her.

After clearing my throat a few times, I spoke to her. "The Three Broomsticks, then?"

She shook her head, and motioned down the street. "I want to go to the Hog's Head."

I arched an eyebrow thoughtfully. The Hog's Head was quite a bit harder edged. "You like flirting with danger, don't you?" I wasn't sure if I was pleased or nervous about this. The potential for danger was there, and while I liked danger as much as the next guy did, I didn't want to be outclassed.

"Sometimes," she agreed, then her eyes hardened. "Am I going in there alone, Sirius?"

She had me with that sentence. We both knew that I wouldn't back down from the challenge in her eyes. "Not dressed like that you're not." I pulled her toward the pub, but my rapid strides slowed considerably as we got closer.

The Hog's Head looked like a rough place. A raw unfinished wood building stood in dim light. Ashes and smoke as well as the smell of various liquors both wizard and Muggle pierced the air. Wizards stood outside, heckling some of the town witches as they walked rapidly by. As I wrapped an arm around Narcissa's waist, I saw something that made me stop in my tracks.

"Move, Sirius." Narcissa poked me in the back. "This is not a place to stop. Get inside." Her urgency spurred me into the smoky depths of the pub.

"Did you see…" I asked her as we made our way to a corner table.

"Did I see what?" Curiosity colored her tone.

"Snape," I told her breathlessly. "He was here with a blond guy. An adult wizard."

"Really?" We were seated at the perfect vantage point to study the door. After ordering a round of butterbeer to keep our heads clear, we leaned in close and studied the door between snogs. After a few minutes, a dark greasy head and a silver blonde head stood out.

"Oh," Narcissa said quietly. Her spine stiffened and she sat up in shock then leaned down close to me.

"What is it?" I replied, concern gnawing at my insides.

Narcissa leaned over until she was almost in my lap. "The man that Snape is with, I know him. His family's property borders my house. His name is Lucius Malfoy. He's said to be very interested in the dark arts." She shuddered and burrowed close.

I nodded thoughtfully. "Do you want to get out of here?" I asked her gently. Her unease was rubbing off on me.

"Please." She sounded young to me now. I gathered her close and escorted her out quickly. Thankfully, we didn't attract any notice. We walked back to Hogwarts slowly, holding hands and enjoying a companionable silence.

As we reached the heavy wooden door, she turned to meet my eyes. "I don't want to be alone tonight Sirius. Will you stay with me?" I knew that she was talking about comfort instead of sexual satisfaction, and for the first time in ages, it felt right. I wanted to help her. There would be time for sex later, if that was what we wanted.

In that moment, Narcissa began to own my heart.