Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Someone harasses you

Summary: You're at a bar with your girlfriend and some friends when you go get you and Narcissa more drinks and a guy harasses you.

Warnings: sexual harassment, fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending.

Narcissa and you are at a bar with some of your friends. You two are sat at a table when you give your girlfriend a quick kiss on her cheek before standing up to get you two more drinks at the bar. She smiles at your kiss and watches as you leave to go get the drinks.

Seconds after you reach the bar, not even having the time to order the drinks for you and your girlfriend, a man who looks around your age approaches you. He gives you a once over. "Looking good, darling." he said with a sly smile that almost makes you gag in disgust. "What's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?"

You roll your eyes at his obvious attempt at hitting on you. "Oh, I'm not alone. I'm here with my girlfriend."

The guy's expression shifts to that of annoyance when you mention having a girlfriend. He scoffs and steps closer. "You're too pretty to be a lesbian." it definitely came as no surprise, but it's still just as infuriating.

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your composure as you give him a sarcastic smile. "Sorry to disappoint, mate, but I am indeed a lesbian. And also very uninterested. So please, kindly piss off."

He takes another step closer, invading your personal space. "Come on, I bet I can change your mind."

This comment makes you want to jinx him to the moon and back, but you hold yourself from doing so. "I literally just told you I'm uninterested, you dickhead."

He leans towards your face, a sleazy grin on his face."You sure about that?"

You grit your teeth in anger, your patience wearing thin. "Positive. Go. Away. Now."

He laughs in response, clearly undeterred by your annoyed tone. "I don't think so. I bet you just haven't found the right guy yet." he reaches out and tries to put a hand on your waist.

You quickly smack his hand away, your anger turning into full-on outrage. "Don't touch me, you prick!"

He chuckles and takes another step closer, trapping you against the bar. "Feisty, aren't you?" he leans even closer, his face just a few inches away from yours.

You can practically feel his breath on your face and it takes everything in you not to hex the living daylights out of him. "Back off, or I swear to Merlin, you're gonna regret it."

He doesn't seem intimidated by your threat and instead smirked. "Oh, I'd like to see you try, sweetheart." he reaches out again to grab your waist.

You try to push him away, but he is stronger than you and he only pulls you closer to him, a smug expression on his face. "You're not leaving until I give you a good time."

Panic starts to set in as you realise that you're trapped. You are just about to call for your girlfriend's help, when suddenly, a voice cuts through the noise of the bar behind you. "Excuse me, but I think the lady asked you to back off." you let out a relieved sigh at the sound of your girlfriend's voice, thankful that she decided to step in.

The man turns to look at Narcissa, clearly unhappy that he was interrupted. He chuckles. "This doesn't concern you, ma'am. We're just having a conversation here."

Narcissa, looking as poised and refined as ever, gives the man a cold glare, her expression filled with disdain. "A conversation that the lady clearly doesn't want to partake in."

"She's just playing hard to get, right, darling?" he turns back to you, a smirk plastered on his face. "Tell her we're just having some fun." he says, his grip on your waist growing tighter as if to emphasize his statement.