Chapter 2
Pandora hums as she flips through her book. It looks strange, battered, and in some language Lily can’t read.
“Are you sure you hate her?” Pandora asks flippantly.
“Huh?” Lily blinks, extracted from her Geography Notes, “Who?”
“Narcissa Black.” Pandora replies.
“Ugh,” Lily covers her face with her hands, “Why is everyone so hung up on her these days?”
Pandora shrugs, “Your energy about her was off.”
“My-, y’know what, nevermind. Yes! I hate her, Panda.”
“Why?”
Lily pauses, “Uh, well, she’s annoying and rich, and beautiful, and the way her hair falls over her- oh shit.”
Pandora blinks, “What?”
“I think I like Narcissa Black.” Lily gasps.
“Don’t you hate her?”
“Er, maybe?” Lily calls back as she hurries out of the library.
“You left your Geography stuff!” Pandora whisper-shouts back.
Lily was already gone.
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Narcissa gives Lucius a flat stare, who looks over his soy milk latte, ugh, to give her a blank look in return.
“Uh, what?”
“We’re breaking up.” She repeats, methodically checking her nails.
“Uh, are you sure?”
“Yes.” Narcissa snaps impatiently.
How many times does she have to say it to get it through his thick, over-gelled skull?!
“You,” she points to Lucius, “And me,” back to herself, “Are no longer a thing.”
He looks vaguely insulted, “Alright, fuck you, I guess.”
“What did you just say?” A calm voice asks as a freckled hand descends onto Lucius’ shoulder.
Narcissa glances up and instantly almost chokes on just pure horniness.
Lily fucking Evans, in all her glory.
Red hair curling over one shoulder, eyeliner neat and clean, cozy knitted green cardigan - she was like straight, ha, out of one of Narcissa’s fantasies.
Lucius squeaks, unprepared, as most are, for the stunning rage of Lily Evans.
“I said, you thick skulled snob, what did you just say?”
Lucius quails, her fingers digging into his shoulder, “I- what the fuck?”
Lily tutts, leveling him with a cold green stare, “Language.”
She still hasn’t released her grip on his shoulder.
“Apologise to her, Malfoy.”
Lucius glances at Narcissa, perhaps asking for help, but flinches as Lily digs her nails in, “I- shit, fucking hell, sorry!”
“Good enough.” Lily hums, letting him go.
He takes one look at her and flees out of the small café.
Lily smiles, sliding into his seat, her jeans stretching as she crosses her legs.
“Hi Black.” She says sheepishly, - and, was that - holy almighty God, Lily Evans was blushing at her.
“Hi Lily.” She replies.
~*~