Summary: You get sick and try to hide from your girlfriend, Narcissa.
Warnings: fluff
You should've listened to your girlfriend and wore a coat when you two went out last week. Not only she's much wiser than you because she's old enough to be your mother, but she actually is a mother. So here you are right now: shivering from the cold of a fever. You feel like shit. You have a sore throat and your whole body hurts like hell. However, you're too stubborn and proud, so you pretend you're okay.
Even though Narcissa is always the one to wake up early, she is suspicious when she tries to wake you but you only groan in response, covering your head with the sheets. She gives up on trying to wake you up and getting you from the bed and leaves the room to make you two some breakfast. Eventually (and with much difficulty) you get up and change your pajamas into some clothes, since you have to go to work. Once you get ready you go to the kitchen to try to put something in your stomach before spending the day away from home.
When you enter the kitchen, you see Narcissa sipping from a mug of tea while waiting for the eggs she is cooking to be done. She knows straight away that you're sick when she turns around to greet you. You're paler than usual and you seem to be shivering. However, she pretends she hasn't noticed it, waiting for you to finally stop being so proud and stubborn and be honest with her. As she keeps cooking, Narcissa occasionally glances back at you to see if you say anything, but you don't. Once the eggs are cooked, she serves them for both of you and sits down on the table, still waiting for you to tell her what's wrong.
You two eat in silence. You try eating the eggs she made you, but with the sore throat and your stomach being sensitive at the moment it's difficult for you to eat. Your girlfriend notices that you're taking quite a while to eat your food and your food isn't almost even touched on your plate.
After pretending to have eaten you stand up, picking up your purse (that's always near the door) and are about to leave when you suddenly feel extremely lightheaded, almost like you're going to faint. Narcissa quickly rushes to you, wrapping her arm around you to stop you from falling, seeing as otherwise you would fall flat on the floor. After making you sit back on your chair, she squats down in front of you and feels your forehead, confirming what she had in mind. It's hot and sweaty, you clearly have a fever.
She sighs and shakes her head. She knew that, even though she had told you to wear a coat, you wouldn't, and look where it got you. You are now sick.
Narcissa stands up and gently grabs your chin with her fingers, making you raise your head to meet her gaze. "I'm not letting you go to work when you're like this." you're about to protest, but before you can even speak she lifts a finger to hush you.
"Don't you dare try to argue about it." she says in a voice that leaves no room for discussion, with a mothering and commanding tone.
Then, she places her hand on your forehead again before speaking, much more gently, "Stay here while I go grab the thermometer to see how high your fever is."
Narcissa goes to grab the thermometer from the upstairs bathroom and comes back to you, sitting next to you. She sticks the thermometer under your tongue and tells you to wait a few minutes for it to register your temperature. While you wait for the results, Narcissa gently caresses your hair, since she knows how shitty you must be feeling. Once the thermometer beeps, she takes it out of your mouth and looks at it. She can't help but wince when she sees that your temperature is 40ºC (104 F). She sighs deeply and gently touches your forehead again, with her cool hand.
"Merlin's beard." she mutters to herself. She's shocked at how high your fever is, it's certainly no common cold or anything. She looks at you again, with a concerned look on her face. Seeing you sick like this makes her heart hurt so much. "Come, up." she gently grabs your arm, signaling for you to stand up.
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Narcissa Malfoy x reader
FanfictionSeries of one-shots of Narcissa x fem!reader. Reader is in her early 20s and Narcissa in her 40s because we love milf Narcissa in this house. *This is originally from AO3 *English is not my first language