Very Real Awakenings || Kat [Riley!]

Cissa was far too set in her actions to really hear what Kat was telling her. After sending that idiot on his way, she had noticed the Gryffindor wincing and rubbing at her arm. Narcissa wasn't perfect in every subject, though she would never admit to that, but she did have a few handy talents. One was offensive spells and dueling, another was her artful carftiness of hexes and jinxes, and then there was her knack for simple healing spells. There had been a point in her younger years when Cissa had toyed with the idea of becoming a Healer. However, that idea was quickly stomped out. She was a Black, and the women of the Black family did not work. They married well, managed households, played nice with their husbands associates and their wives, and catered to their husbands needs. In return, those who married very well were equally taken care of. Since the thought had been put into her head, Cissa had dreamed of a privileged life with no responsibility. Her views had begun to change throughout the year, however.

Future career or not, she still was handy with simple healing spells. Cissa reached out and took Kat's arm in her hands, her eyes scanning the area intently. Stupid made up spells, they always took time to alleviate. Cissa moved for her wand again and placed it gently onto Kat's skin, her other hand still holding the woman's arm firmly. "Hold still, this will only take a moment....I hope." She tacked on the words with a small little smile, hoping to ease the tension in the air. When Kat's words finally registered, Cissa glanced back at the doorway where a few shreds of paper lay. She had conveniently forgotten to lift the jinx before the Slytherin had run too far down the corridor. She hated to think how many paper cuts covered him. Served him right, though.

Cissa turned back to peer at Kat's arm, "I wouldn't worry about him. I could hex just about any student in this castle and no one would have the guts to retaliate. One good thing to having Bellatrix Black as your sister is that she makes it clear no one is to harm her sisters except for her." She pulled her wand away and let go of Kat's arm, smiling contently at her work. Her smile turned into a frown almost instantly when she heard Kat refer to herself at the queer. Cissa was no stranger to name calling, nor the joys she had once gotten from using those forms which really cut deep into some people, but she had never liked the word 'queer' and for some reason it made her blood boil when in was used in reference to this particular Gryffindor girl.

"Dont." She said bluntly, her eyes looking up from Kat's arm to stare into blue-grey eyes. "Don't call yourself that." Though her tone was flat and almost on the harsher side, Cissa spoke her words earnestly.

Cissa found concentrating on anything besides how close Kat was to her right now fairly difficult. The Gryffindor had managed to elevate herself by standing on her toes, and was now leaning forward, nearly closing the gap between them. She had to admit, she had made the first move in this arena by interfering with the bully who had cornered Kat, and then again by choosing to heal the girl's wounded arm. So really, she had made the first couple of steps here. Yet, being so close to Kat made her both nervous and excited, and Cissa couldn't figure out why.

If she were being truly honest with herself, she'd chalk it all up to jealousy and intrigue. There was no secret when Lucy and Kat had been doing...well, whatever it was they called their little tryst. Cissa was an observer, and she had been aware of their attraction. She supposed it started then, her intrigue into the woman that was Katrina Langly. In fact, Cissa had first noticed Kat back in their first year--the short blond girl had been hard to miss. When Kat had been sorted into Gryffindor, Cissa had merely written her off. It was Slytherin custom not to befriend many people outside of their own house because not many students outside of Slytherin were pureblood. The older they got, however, the more Kat seemed to pop up around the young Black woman. Truth be told, Cissa had been jealous of Lucy, and that was not an easy thing for her to admit...even to herself.

"The problem with your logic there, Langly, is that he wasn't stating a rumor. He was just being a git." Cissa leaned her face in a little closer, "I enjoy name calling as much as the next Slytherin, but he was just...It was....It's just..." Without being able to find the right words, the increasing frustration made Cissa's head want to burst. Sometimes she hated the fact her mind wasn't nearly as fast as her actions or her mouth. Instead of finishing her thought process, Narcissa did the only other thing she could think of. She leaned down, closing the distance between the two of them and pressed her lips against Kat's fiercely. There was a good possibility this would be Cissa's only chance to kiss the other girl and she wanted to make the most of it. She wanted to remember every feel, every taste, every burst of electricity that seemed to be coursing through her body as she kissed Katrina Langly.

Her eyes remained closed as she kissed Kat. Part of her reveled in how soft and sweet the other girl's lips were, the other part screamed at her to think of what she was doing. Cissa couldn't think rationally right now. Nothing about her actions were rational, and quite frankly, Cissa was known to act on impulse in more than one occasion. A small part of her wondered how the kiss would be received, but she forged on knowing she would get her full kiss regardless of if it was followed by a smack in the face or not. There was some surprise, and her lips faltered only slightly, when she felt Kat's hands move to her hips, pulling them against one another firmly. Cissa took this as a cue it was alright for Cissa to place her hands where Kat's jawline met her neck. She was careful not to be too firm in her grasp, allowing the Gryffindor room to back away if she should so choose.

When their lips parted, Cissa refused to open her eyes, afraid of what look might play upon Kat's face. Instead, she left her hands against the girl's face and lowered her own head. She was breathing rather rapidly, her chest rising and falling with each intake of air. What was wrong with her? What had pushed her to act this way? Narcissa's thoughts swirled in and out as she tried to figure out her own motivation. That would be the inevitable question on either end here, wouldn't it? Was this something she wanted to pursue? Was this just something she had to try and then move on?

A smile crept across her lips as the answer revealed itself. It was so simple, Cissa almost missed it. She had been spending the last six months trying to figure herself out, trying to discover her own path rather than the one that had been laid out before her. That meant taking all the risks she was always too scared to take when she was abiding by the House of Black's rules. Kat was one of those risks, and one Cissa was realizing she'd like to make again. Lifting her head, the Slytherin girl smiled and opened her eyes slowly, staring into the shocked and widened eyes of Kat. "I would say I'm sorry, but I'm really not." Cissa told her point blank. She moved one hand upwards and brushed a strand of blond hair away from Kat's face, tucking it gently behind her ear, "I've wanted to do that for a very long time, Langly."

It was annoying how Kat's confusion seemed so cute to Narcissa. She had never felt such affection towards someone before, at least not in the way she was beginning to feel about Kat. In her past, Cissa had played flirtatious, she'd been coy, even aggressive to some degree, but those relationship had never amounted to anymore than something purely physical. In this very moment, with Kat looking so confused in front of her, Cissa was surprised to see that her thoughts drifted towards only one thing: Kat's emotions.

She hadn't been lying when she had admitted to being jealous of Kat and Lucy. Cissa hadn't known the other Slytherin's endgame in all she had started, but she had a strong suspicion her feelings towards Kat weren't nearly as strong. Cissa had been drawn to Kat since their first day stepping over the threshold of Hogwarts. When Kat had been sorted into Gryffindor, the young Black girl had written her off. That didn't mean she had stopped staring at her from across the Great Hall, or during joint classes. Cissa just happened to be very good at misdirecting her actions. Well, misdirection and lying--she was a Black after all.

When their lips met again, this time at Kat's insistence, it was Cissa's turn to be surprised. She had expected the other girl to run away in shock, maybe a slap in the face for overstepping her bounds, but not this. Not another kiss, and certainly not the comment Kat had made right before kissing her. Cissa's hands dropped from Kat's face, and she felt a pang in her chest when the Gryffindor pulled away completely, their physical bond being broken. What was this? Narcissa Black actually smiling? It was an expression she certainly wasn't used to, at least not used to showing out of happiness. "Y-You kissed me." It was an obvious statement, but the girl was at a loss for words. At least intelligible words. "Why would you? I-I mean I know why I kissed you, but I've never been anything but cruel to you...why would you kiss me?"

Cissa didn't move for fear of frightening the other girl, or making her run off. The last thing she seemed to want at this moment was to leave it. In fact, if she could, Cissa would freeze time for a little while so that she could truly explore these new feelings. It was strange and wonderful at the same time, coupled with an exhilaration rising in her chest at the possibility Kat could feel the same things. Her actions had been impulsive--just like anything else Narcissa ventured into-- and she knew there was a very good chance the Gryffindor would not reciprocate the leap of faith just taken. Cissa feared the idea of Kat rejecting her more than anything else that could happen to her because of her brash decision.

Hearing Kat's words, however, let loose a shower of sparks within Cissa. They ignited a strange new passion in Cissa's soul that she had never felt before. In a few small moments, the Slytherin felt her heart beating rapidly causing the butterflies flitting around her stomach to make her tremble. The space between them suddenly seemed too great a distance, and a dizzying effect took hold of Cissa, propelling her forward. With each timid step, she wondered if Kat would back away, or if she might change her mind and forsake Cissa in the dark and dismal classroom. It astonished the girl how Kat's words mimicked her own thoughts. An unspoken crush, forbidden fruit, even the possibility of hopelessness in a battle Cissa had been sure she would never win, let alone get the chance to participate in. Then, this moment happened, and she was standing in front of Katrina Langly, having just kissed her not once, but twice! Cissa's chest burned with a new warmth she could only suppose was what love felt like.

Closing the final distance between them, Cissa acted on quick impulse yet again. She flicked her wand towards the open classroom door causing it to close with a slam and lock tightly before she dropped the wooden tool. Cissa took Kat's face in her hands while her wand clattered to the stone floor, leaning her head back slightly she engulfed her lips, pressing against her passionately. After a moment, she pulled away still holding Kat's face in her hands forcefully yet gently. Staring directly into her blue eyes, Cissa responded, "I have always felt something for you, and I couldn't lie about that even if I tried." Cissa closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly, "I just never thought--not in a million years--that you could feel the same. I wasn't sure what it was I felt exactly until just now, but now I know I like you far more than it to be considered friendly."