Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Drunk on Love

Summary: After a night out with Nymphadora, you come home drunk and Narcissa takes care of you.

Warnings: fluff, drunkenness, hangover

You had been invited by your best friend, Nymphadora, to go out for drinks at the Three Broomsticks. Knowing you wanted to catch up with your friend (and honestly also because it would be a little strange for her to go out with you and her niece), your girlfriend Narcissa stayed at home. She is reading quietly in the living room, in your favorite armchair (she would never admit to you that she liked sitting in your armchair because it smells so much like you and it makes her feel more comforted during times like this, when you're not at home with her).

It is a lazy Saturday. Narcissa doesn't mind being apart from you for a few hours, she needs some alone time every once in a while. She has been thinking about you a lot though, and she misses you more than she'd like to admit. She's definitely looking forward to your return home.

You come back home through the fireplace, completely drunk. Narcissa immediately looks up when she hears the floo and a smile takes over her face when she sees you stumbling through.

"Darling? Are you drunk?" she asks, setting her book in the small table beside her.

You stumble when you attempt to walk towards your girlfriend. "A little bit..."

She stands from her seat and catches you as you nearly fall over. She holds onto your waist to balance you while shaking her head, a smile on her lips. "A 'little bit'? I think it's a bit more than that, love..."

"Maybe a bit more than expected..." you chuckle and you stumble back into her, leaning your weight against Narcissa. The room spins around you, but you let out a contented sigh when feeling your girlfriend's arms holding you.

Narcissa chuckles quietly as you lean against her, her arms holding you close. She presses a kiss to your temple and strokes your hair.

"Come on, let's get you to the bedroom... You can rest properly there." she says, taking you by the chin and tilting your head back to meet her eyes.

You drunkenly smirk. "Wow, already taking me to the bedroom? At least buy me dinner first, Ms. Black..."

Narcissa snorts in amusement, shaking her head.

"Oh, my tipsy girl... How long have you been waiting to use that joke?" she asks as she slowly starts guiding you towards the bedroom.

"Quite a while..." you laugh while you cling to her, your head is spinning and you can barely see straight, but her warm embrace is the only thing keeping you grounded. You bury your face against your girlfriend's shoulder, hugging her waist.

Narcissa smiles and shakes her head again, bringing you into the bedroom and leading you towards the bed. She sits you down on it before beginning to unbutton your blouse.

"You are... so hopeless sometimes." she says fondly, taking off each piece of clothing, careful as to not make you dizzy.

You giggle, watching her with half-lidded eyes. You absolutely love to watch her, even when drunk out of your mind you can spot her beauty. You have a small smile curled on your lips as your gaze lazily roams over her features, noticing how she always takes such good care of you, even drunk on a random Saturday night.

You smirk again, ready to make another one of your jokes. "Eager aren't you... already taking off my clothes..."

She smirks as she unbuttons your slacks and pulls them down your legs. Her eyes drift from your legs to your face.

"And you're really not in any position to be making such cheeky comments, love..." she murmurs, her hands gently running up your bare thighs. You let out a shaky moan as her hands slide up your thighs. "Now why don't you be a good girl and lay down, hmm?"