My angel. My destruction. My heartache. My destiny

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Chapter 3

When I awoke the next morning, I was snuggled securely in her arms. She was my angel, sleeping sweetly in my embrace. A small smile touched her face, and she looked vulnerable and beautiful at the same time. I could feel my heart melting as I watched her, and I knew that my life had irrevocably changed.

"Sirius?" the urgent whisper had me turning my head. Lily Potter was beside our bed, looking like a goddess herself with her red locks flowing down her back. She bit her lip and shuffled nervously.

"Top o the morning to ye, Lil. Fancy meeting you here." I tried my Irish accent on her.

"Get out of there! What do you think you're doing? The others will be back from breakfast soon!" She tugged at my arm frantically.

"Well, all right then," I said with a roguish smile. My robes and other clothes had disappeared in a flurry of motion when Narcissa had requested skin to skin contact last night. "But you have to find me my robes."

Lily was hardly a maiden, but I might have thought she was an innocent by the way she flushed. Embarrassment quickly gave way to fury, and she nearly kicked my ankle. "Sirius Black, you have some explaining to do. What are you thinking?"

"I am thinking right now that you sound quite shrewish when angry," I quipped. Teasing Lily was quite fun sometimes. "And that your anger is giving me quite a view of yourself under your night robes."

"YOU!" Lily crossed her arms tightly over her chest and tapped her foot against the floor in annoyance. "You should go, Sirius. You shouldn't be here."

"Me," I replied mildly. "This is my first infraction, Lil, but I heard a rumor that the Head Boy and Girl are quite used to doing this." I just grinned as she colored even further and smacked my arm.

"I will be back in ten minutes," she replied with an indulgent smile, talking too calmly for my comfort. "Please be gone by then. The girls usually come back here after breakfast, and I wouldn't want them to see you here." She paused, and looked as if she wanted to say something further, but turned and started out the room instead. When she was at the doorway, she turned to look at me. "Be careful, Sirius."

"I will," I assured, and turned my gaze to Narcissa. She was lying still, but her breathing and expression had changed and I knew that she was awake. I watched her for a few moments before deciding that I should tickle her. She responded to the brush of my fingers over her rib cage with an irreverent giggle.

I turned around to look at her, realizing immediately that mornings were most kind to Narcissa. Her blond hair swirled around her head in a way that was messy, yet alluring. Her lips were still swollen from our fevered kisses last night, and she had an air of innocence about her that directly contrasted with her knowing smile.

"Lily seems a wee bit repressed," Narcissa remarked with a wicked smile.

I nodded and shook my head, good humor in every move." She acts like the prim and proper miss. She forgets that we all know what she and James do."

Narcissa leaned in even closer and put a long nailed hand on my chest, flicking at a nipple offhandedly. "What exactly do James and Lily do, Sirius. Tell me every delicious detail."

Her voice made me bite back a groan. I wanted to get into this flirtatious play, but we both knew that her dormitory wasn't the place. Perhaps Hagrid would loan me his hut for the day…

"Sirius?" Her inquiry brought me back to the present.

"Not now, love," I told her, knowing that there was a healthy dose of regret in my voice. "I'll arrange for something later. Some place where we can be totally alone, and discuss things in detail."

She gave me a knowing smile that began to inflame my senses. I knew that if I didn't leave her dormitory immediately, I would be caught doing something that might actually get me expelled. "You're leaving me?" Her expression turned to an absolutely sexy pout, and I almost forgot how to breathe as a wave of desire struck me hard.

"I have to. Meet me in the common room this afternoon. I promise that I will make it a time to remember." I fumbled for my clothes and rushed back to my dorm.

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That magical day, I started to fall for Narcissa. She was my equal in everything and she was exciting enough to keep me occupied and fulfilled. We joined together that first afternoon in Hagrid's hut and made love. I had never done anything but the carnal act before, but I really felt I knew what making love was all about with Narcissa.

We grew together, we challenged each other, we fell in love. All of the other Gryffindors were shocked at the idea of us as a couple, but both of us knew that we were right. We fit together. We thought the same way.

I left for the Christmas break a changed man. Narcissa and I would be apart for a couple of weeks, but I would owl her every day. James and I would be together for most of the holidays, as our parents were quite close friends. Still, it wouldn't be the same without Narcissa. I had invited her to visit, but she refused, saying that her parents had some exciting news to share with her and that they had told her that she would be very busy over the break.

I found that perplexing, but understood familial responsibilities all too well. Plus, in this time of war, things were as far from normal as they could be.

Our parting was very emotional. Looking back, I wonder if I knew that fate was against us even then. I will always remember the desperate way she kissed me and the feel of her lips hungrily tasting mine. I brushed off her desperation with flirtation and promises of ecstasy to come.

If I had only know what the future held for us. I might have suggested we run away together.

My holiday was a rather lonely one. All my owl posts came back unopened and my formerly spry owl, Gauntlet, had a haunted look in his eyes. I didn't know quite why that was, but I assumed that Narcissa's parents thought my companionship unsuitable to her, and stopped Gauntlet by whatever means necessary. I certainly did not fault her for not sending a message back with Gauntlet. Perhaps she was not even able to see him.

I nursed Gauntlet back to health, and was relieved when his eyes began sparkling again. I tried to brush away my sense of doom by burying myself in other tasks for the short break, but my mind was always on her.

I had never felt this way before, and though it was dead frightening sometimes, I also felt exhilarated by my new relationship. We would prevail, I told myself. If her family was resistant, that would be a small barrier between us. We could overcome it. We were magic, and magic prevailed over all.

I knew so little then. but thought that I had the answers to all life's mysteries.

When we climbed aboard the Hogwart's Express, I searched all over for Narcissa. Lily finally told me that she wasn't a passenger on the train. She seemed unconcerned, but something ate away at me. Where was Narcissa, and why wasn't she on the train? Had something tragic happened in her household that prevented her from joining us for the start of the semester? Was she ill or wounded somehow?

I got my answer when we arrived at Hogsmeade station. I saw her blond head, but did not accurately comprehend her relationship with a blond man that looked familiar. They were laughing together as I walked up to her in a rush.

"Narcissa, are you well. I've missed you!" I leaned in to kiss her and was shocked when she planted a hand firmly in the middle of my chest. I met her eyes and saw something different in them. Instead of the soft laughing depths, I now found cold ice.

"Hello, Sirius," she said quietly, and I gulped as I realized that her voice had taken on a frosty tone. "Have you met my fiancé, Lucius Malfoy?"

That was the moment when my angel became my nightmare and my everlasting heartbreak.