Narcissa Malfoy Oneshot

Chapter 1

Rosie Clayton was a bright, young, pure blood witch. She was about 5'4 and 100 pounds, with bright blue eyes and shoulder length, wavy, chestnut brown hair. She attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in which she was sorted into Slytherin with Draco Malfoy and subsequently became close friends with him. She was rarely over to Malfoy manor as a young child, but visited more frequently for tea and dinner as she entered adulthood. She was now 25 years of age, and the dynamic of Malfoy Manor, or rather, the family inside of it, had changed. Drastically. After Draco finished his 7th year at Hogwarts, Lucius and Narcissa's relationship had fallen to ruin, until there was nothing left at all. However, neither Narcissa nor Lucius wanted to make their separation public, so they continued to live together, but with separate bedrooms. Draco was still living at the manor, and so Rosie came to visit every Sunday for tea and dinner.

Ever since Rosie was about 22, she began to see Narcissa in a different way, and this new view was shared. Narcissa had begun to view Rosie differently as well. Each Sunday, her eyes stayed on the girl from the moment she entered the manor until the moment the doors shut behind her on the way out. Rosie wasn't much different. She would steal glances at Narcissa from across the table, and letting their hug goodbye last longer than a goodbye hug should last. As time went on, the tension only got thicker and the hugs only got longer.

Presently, Rosie was walking up to the doors of Malfoy Manor after just having apparated onto the property. She had barely just knocked when the door was pulled open by none other than Narcissa Malfoy herself. "Hello, Rosie. Come in." She spoke, pulling the door open wider and stepping back with it. "Hi, Narcissa. Thank you." Rosie stepped into the manor and flattened out her clothes. Narcissa closed the door and then turned to Rosie. "Draco is waiting for you in the dining room for tea." She said, walking around Rosie to lead her to the dining room. As she passed her, she briefly placed her hand on the small of Rosie's back. Butterflies swarmed Rosie's stomach at this small action, and a light pink hue dusted her cheeks. She followed Narcissa to the dining room, where she sat down with Draco and Narcissa left the room to leave the two of them to chat. Draco was unaware of the two women's affinity for each other.

After tea with Draco, there was a brief amount of time where the dining room was set up and dinner was prepared. During this time, Draco, Rosie, Narcissa, and Lucius all sat in the living room and chatted. Narcissa and Lucius were on speaking terms, and were pleasant to each other. Rosie was sat beside Narcissa on a sofa, while Lucius and Draco were sat in armchairs. Narcissa noticed that Rosie sat down rather close to her. Very close, really. During the conversation, Narcissa's hand somehow found its way to Rosie's thigh; an action that did not go unnoticed by the younger. Rosie found it harder to speak, only able to focus on the 'innocent' touch on her thigh. She told herself over and over to calm down, not to be so affected by one little touch, but it was no use. There was no way she could calm down, when the most stunning woman she knew was right next to her, making physical contact with her.

"My mother? Oh, she's f-fine! Good. She's great." Rosie said quickly.

"Excellent. And your father?" Lucius asked, looking directly at Rosie. Narcissa's hand slid about two inches up Rosie's thigh.

Rosie's breath hitched and she shifted in her seat, a sudden wet sensation between her legs. Rosie mentally cursed her body for reacting so lewdly without her permission. "M-my father is great too." She said, gulping.

Narcissa seemed to know exactly what she was doing to Rosie, and took pleasure in affecting her this way. However, before she could do anything else, the house elf walked into the room. "Dinner is ready, masters." The house elf spoke curtly, before leaving the room. Everyone rose to their feet and made their way to the dining room, taking their seats at the table. Rosie was sat across from Narcissa.