Sex and Seduction: Narcissa One-Shots

Lust Potion: Teatime with Mrs. Malfoy

Here's the second part of Lust Potion. Enjoy teatime with Mrs. Malfoy.

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Malfoy Manor stood tall and proud before you, casting you in its deep shadow. Its ancient stones looked far less dark and ominous now that it was daytime, but it still looked like a terrifyingly large gothic mausoleum, its soulless windows yawning with nothing visible beyond them. Even on such a bright summer's day, the Manor and its primly manicured grounds managed to feel as somber and quiet as a graveyard.

You looked down at your dress as you stepped up to the front door. It was the most expensive 'casual' dress you owned, though now, standing in front of such a lavish home, it felt like nothing more than a potato sack.

Potato sack or not, its crimson silk hugged your figure perfectly, the skirts flowing around your legs as easily as water, and it made you look damn sexy. So, with a burst of confidence, you raised your hand to use the giant silver knocker on the front door.

It opened before your fingertips could so much as graze the handle of the knocker. You stepped back, a bit startled, then lurched as a hideous little voice squeaked, "Ah, Miss Y/L/N. The Mistress is ready for you in the sun room."

Your eyes traveled down to the source of the voice, and big watery eyes stared back up at you expectantly. A house elf was stepping out of the way to make room for you to enter the manor, gripping its slightly tarnished and stained tea towel in its bizarre hand. You gave it a short nod and stepped through the front door.

As the door was closed behind you, most of the natural light disappeared and was replaced by the warm glow of a chandelier that dangled precariously over your head. The main entrance and foyer was nothing short of stunning, though it didn't take you off guard this time as it had last night upon your arrival at the Malfoy summer solstice ball.

You followed the elf as it toddled away, allowing yourself to be led down a few corridors to stand before a large set of double doors. They swung open at the snap of the house elf's spindly fingers, and an aura of sunlight was suddenly cast around you as a beautiful and elegant sun room with ceiling-to-floor windows was revealed.

Your eyes first fell upon the grand mantle of a crackling fireplace, which was made of intricately carved stone and was lined with a number of odd but clearly expensive artifacts and a China vase. Crystal sconces hung from the walls between each window, which were framed by heavy velvet curtains that had been pulled apart to let in the daylight. There were a few velvet covered chaises with fur throw blankets, a few cushioned footstools, and to the left was a ridiculously fancy tea table of dark mahogany wood with two equally fancy chairs on each end. And seated in one of them was the beautiful matriarch of Malfoy Manor.

Though Narcissa Malfoy was no longer in a lavish ballgown as she had been last night, she looked no less elegant. She wore a figure-hugging sage green gown of silk, with sheer lace atop. She wore a fur shawl around her delicate little shoulders and her slender neck and wrists were covered in black and white diamonds. Her hair was swept half-up and cascaded around her neck and shoulders in perfect curls, and slender fingers tapped their long red nails on the surface of the table right next to a teacup and saucer of a tea set that likely cost more than the average person's rent.

"Miss Y/L/N. How lovely to see you've made it," spoke Narcissa, her voice an elegant purr. Her fingers ceased their tapping and she gestured towards the chair opposite of hers, promoting you to sit. "Take a seat, if you please, my dear."

You obeyed, and as the house elf left and closed the doors, you took your seat in the chair across from her. You straightened your posture and leaned back against the back of the chair, examining Narcissa just as shrewdly as she was examining you.