It wasn’t the same, being with Narcissa after the engagement.

You had cried so hard when you found out about it, but you still loved her.

You would never stop loving her.

So, here you were, sitting next to her on a piano bench as she taught you how to play.

The two of you were in a forgotten room of the castle- one that housed some old instruments.

There were grand windows in the dusty, forgotten room, and the light pouring in from the windows reflected off her engagement ring.

You stopped playing suddenly, breath caught like it always did when you saw it.

There was nothing that hurt more than that ring.

Narcissa noticed, and she quickly put her left hand down.

“My love, don’t do that…” She said, putting the ringed hand on your shoulder.

You rested your head on her shoulder, hiding your face in her neck. “I just… Why couldn’t you marry me?”

“My love, you know I couldn’t. Our parents arranged it.” Narcissa replied, her arm encircling your waist with love.

“I know. I’ll just miss you.” You replied, kissing a mark you’d left on her neck.

She let out a giggle, pushing you gently away, only to have to moving back to suck her skin.

You sent her into a fit of giggles as you nipped and sucked her neck, pushing her gently against the piano as you unbuttoned her blouse a bit.

Eventually, you just started talking about good times.

About kisses, about trips to Hogsmeade, about getting drunk in her common room.