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  <title>La Morte</title>
  <subtitle>La Morte</subtitle>
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    <name>La Morte</name>
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  <updated>2007-05-07T01:13:19Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:persephone_like:3641</id>
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    <title>persephone_like @ 2007-05-06T18:35:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-07T00:59:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-07T01:13:19Z</updated>
    <category term="table"/>
    <category term="narcissa/regulus"/>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <category term="spring awakening"/>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_willficformusic' lj:user='willficformusic' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/willficformusic/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/willficformusic/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;willficformusic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_persephone_like' lj:user='persephone_like' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://persephone-like.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://persephone-like.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;persephone_like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;b&gt;Spring Awakening Soundtrack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing:&lt;b&gt; The Black Family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;1. Mama Who Bore Me (&lt;i&gt;Narcissa&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;2. Mama Who Bore Me Reprise (&lt;i&gt;Black sisters&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;3. All That's Known (&lt;i&gt;Regulus, boys&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;4. Bitch of the Living (&lt;i&gt;Boys&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;5. My Junk (&lt;i&gt;Black Sisters, Black Brothers&lt;i&gt;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;6. Touch Me (&lt;i&gt;Boys, Black Brothers&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;7. The Word of Your Body (&lt;i&gt;Narcissa, Regulus&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;8. The Dark I Know Well (&lt;i&gt;Bellatrix&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;9. And Then There Were None (&lt;i&gt;Mrs. Potter, Sirius&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;10. Mirror-Blue Night (&lt;i&gt;Regulus, Boys&lt;i&gt;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;11. I Believe (&lt;i&gt;Boys&amp;Girls&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;12. Don't Do Sadness/ Blue Wind (&lt;i&gt;Sirius, Andromeda&lt;i&gt;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;13. The Guilty Ones (&lt;i&gt;Narcissa, Regulus, Boys&amp;Girls&lt;i&gt;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;14. Left Behind &lt;i&gt;(Regulus, Everyone)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;15. Totally Fucked (&lt;i&gt;Boys &amp; Girls&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;16. Whispering (&lt;i&gt;Narcissa&lt;/i&gt;)  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;17. Those You've Known (&lt;i&gt;Sirius, Narcissa, Regulus&lt;i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;18. The Song of Purple Summer (&lt;i&gt;Andromeda&lt;i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;Progress: 0/18&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fics are not seperate fics, but chapters to a large story that will all come together. The characters are listed at the side, so when listening to the &lt;i&gt;Spring Awakening&lt;/i&gt; soundtrack, one can apply it as if the songs were from a musical version of this fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I do not own the Black family. I do not own Spring Awakening. I just aboslutely love both.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:persephone_like:2941</id>
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    <title>100 Quills!</title>
    <published>2007-05-05T09:18:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-05T09:18:24Z</updated>
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&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;001.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Patience.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;002.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Butterfly.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;003.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Unexpected.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;004.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Colorful.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;005.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hatred.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;006.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Surprise.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;007.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Open.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;008.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Unforgivable.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;009.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mist.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;010.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Writing.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;011.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sorrow.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;012.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Impatience.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;013.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Faith.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;014.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Abandon.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;015.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Weary.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;016.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Storm.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;017.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;War.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;018.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cover.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;019.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quitting.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;020.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Talk.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;021.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Near.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;022.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lost.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;023.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shade.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;024.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Middles.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;025.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Black.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;026.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Gift.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;027.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Smell.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;028.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lovers.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;029.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fall.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;030.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Work.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;031.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Confusion.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;032.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dust.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;033.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sky.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;034.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yours.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;035.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fool.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;036.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Turn.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;037.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Alone.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;038.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Courage.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;039.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Never.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;040.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mad.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;041.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Royal.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;042.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Breakable.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;043.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Artificial.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;044.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Virtue.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;045.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Abyss.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;046.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Escape.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;047.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Silver.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;048.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pressure.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;049.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;050.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Influence.&lt;/td&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:persephone_like:2629</id>
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    <title>persephone_like @ 2007-01-12T20:38:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-13T03:48:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-13T03:48:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;s&gt;I am not going to mope over this. I hate men, especially the kind that make me miss them, and even worse, blog about them.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;WHY WON'T SCHOOL START?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:persephone_like:1425</id>
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    <title>persephone_like @ 2006-10-28T02:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-28T08:43:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-28T08:57:25Z</updated>
    <category term="ficalbum"/>
    <category term="table"/>
    <category term="narcissa"/>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <category term="harry potter"/>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_ficalbum' lj:user='ficalbum' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/ficalbum/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/ficalbum/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ficalbum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; One CD, Multiple Stories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_persephone_like' lj:user='persephone_like' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://persephone-like.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://persephone-like.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;persephone_like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;b&gt;'Opheliac' by Emilie Autumn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character/Pairing: &lt;b&gt;Narcissa Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;1. Opheliac &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;2. Swallow &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;3. Liar &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;4. The Art of Suicide &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;5. I Want My Innocence Back &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;t&gt;6. Misery Loves Company &amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;7. God Help Me &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;8. Shalott &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;9. Gothic Lolita &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;10. I Know Where You Sleep &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;11. Dead Is The New Alive &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;12. Let the Record Show &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;13. Dominant &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;14. 306 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;15. Thank God I'm Pretty &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;16. Marry Me  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;Progress: 0/0&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:persephone_like:1155</id>
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    <title>Response to challenge #80: Voldemort's POV.</title>
    <published>2006-10-28T08:03:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-28T08:13:24Z</updated>
    <category term="narcissa/regulus"/>
    <category term="30minfic"/>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Challenge #80:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Tell a story, any story, from Voldemort's point of view.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Little Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R. For slight hints of pedophilia, as well as incest between cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Voldemort/Tom Riddle, Narcissa (Black) Malfoy, Regulus Black, and Lucius Malfoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summery:&lt;/b&gt; Voldemort tells of why he especially has it in for Narcissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A/N:&lt;/b&gt; Despite how this involves pedophilia and incest, it is not acted upon, nor mentioned in a sexual context.  So, not squicky. Plus, I have always written as if it very normal for the Blacks to marry their cousins and such, as such things tended to happen with European royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She speaks of being the 'cursed one'. Foolish child. She should be greatful. Everyone else  in her wretched family died or went mad, except for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Little Princess...the Wizarding World's own Anastasia. The pretty little flower amongst the stars. If I wanted complete power, then there could be no royal family there, making the rules above me. They followed my creed, especially that damnable Little Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch them, though they had no clue I was there. No one ever knows I am there, unless they really wish to. She would sit out in her garden playing amongst all her pretty little flowers, and he would come out to sit with those daffodils she was named for. As children they would simply play make-believe games, often set in the times of knights and damsels. When they turned around, I would leave an extra rose for the Princess. A blue one. Blue roses do not exist, but for her, I made it so. When that little brat of a boy went inside, I would send in faeries that she would chase around the garden for a few more hours. I never spoke to her; just watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she grew, and he grew too. They would go into the garden, and they would kiss and make foolish vows of love that anyone who has ever lived outside out fantasy knows better then to try and live-up to. And their parents agreed for them to wed. 'It will carry on the family name', they said. Damn royals and their love of inbreeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I sent Lucius in. He was always so eager to do anything to help my rise in power. Anything, including finding a way to end the Black line where it was. It was far too simple; he offered a high price for the marriage of the Little Princess, and then, when the prince was heartbroken, told him the ways of my Death Eaters. He wanted to feel worth something, and by following me he could please his family, and get his mind off of her, since it had more important things to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could not take it. He could not kill. I watched as he told her everything. How could it be, that even after she was married and he was one of my many, they still prevailed? He left me a note saying that he could not do it anymore, and then stole the locket which held my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave it to her. He gave it to her telling her to hide it so that no one could find it, and to keep it as proof that he could never be like Lucius, as his love for her was the only thing he could be loyal to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died for her. And because he died for her, the locket lost all power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this love? It kept that Potter boy alive, and it killed my Horcrux. As long as she loves him, my Horcrux is gone. And so long as she does, she shall suffer. Her only son, the reason she is alive, shall follow the same path as her beloved Regulus. She begs that traitor Snape to help protect him, but it is all in vain. So long as love prevails, I shall keep the curse upon the Little Princess.</content>
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    <title>persephone_like @ 2006-10-07T08:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-07T15:18:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-07T15:18:50Z</updated>
    <category term="15minutes"/>
    <category term="narcissa/regulus"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;Just Playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters/Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Regulus/Narcissa, Sirius/Narcissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Community:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_15minuteficlets' lj:user='15minuteficlets' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/15minuteficlets/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/15minuteficlets/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;15minuteficlets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; Word#170 "envy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about an hour past curfew, and like the good Slytherins that they were, Narcissa and Regulus were byding the last hours of the night attempting homework in the common room. Though, despite his futile attempts to finish off his Ancient Runes homework before retiring for the evening, Regulus could not help but notice that his cousin seemed distracted from her Divinations homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cissy, what's wrong?" He asked, deciding the minor conversation would not do all that much to divert him from his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's nothing," she muttered, before looking back down at her homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regulus went back to his own work for a few moment, but then could not take the fact that Narcissa seemed so ansty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. You don't seem alright. You know you can tell me what's wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narcissa bit her lower-lip, and looked nervously up at her cousin, "Reggie. If I tell you, you have to promise not to make a huge deal out of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regulus nodded. Though, after what had happened with Andromeda being burned off of the family tree for marrying a Muggle Born, and then Sirius leaving home because he could not stand the family, the youngest Black son could not help but worry a bit when a family member told him that they were mentioning something that they did not wish for him to 'make a huge deal out of'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sirius and I kissed," she responded, looking down as to avoid eye contact with Regulus, "He gave me my first kiss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regulus sat there silent for a moment; his mouth agape. Sirius had made it very clear that he would rather play with his Gryffindor mates, then have any association with his family whatsoever. And now he had &lt;i&gt;kissed&lt;/i&gt; Narcissa? He could not think straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I've kissed you!" He blurted out, "So, he's not your first kiss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narcissa rolled her eyes, "You don't count, Reggie. When you've kissed me, it's just been mere playing. Sirius kissed me for real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regulus drew a deep breath, trying to maintain his temper, as he angerly started to put his Runes back into the green velvet pouch that they were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine!" He said, standing up, "Kiss Sirius. In fact, how about you not only kiss him, but run off and marry him? That way, both of you can make happy little burn marks on the family tree, and leave me alone with Bella!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without another word, or even a look in her direction, Regulus proceeded up the stairs to his dorm.</content>
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