Narcissa Malfoy x reader

You have a nightmare

Summary: You have a nightmare about Narcissa being tortured and wake up in the middle of the night. Your girlfriend tries to calm you down and comfort you.

Warnings: nudity, hurt/comfort.

You and Narcissa are both asleep in bed when you start having a nightmare. Voldemort is forcing you to watch as he tortures Narcissa. You try to look away, but his iron grip is keeping your chin lifted up and you have to look at her as she screams and screams.

You wake up with a gasp and tears in your eyes, your hair is plastered to your forehead with sweat. The moonlight streaming through the window highlights only your features in the room that's otherwise pitch black. You're trying not to cry aloud like a pathetic child. You're a grown woman, you shouldn't be getting nightmares at this age. But the image of Narcissa's face contorted in pain keeps flashing in front of your eyelids every time you shut your eyes, so you keep them firmly open and stare into the darkness in front of you...

After a few minutes, you're so distracted by the nightmare you don't feel Narcissa stirring beside you. She opens her eyes and blinks a few times, slowly coming to consciousness. "... love?" she murmurs, voice thick from sleep. She turns and looks at you, her dark eyes narrowing as she sees your unshed tears reflecting in the moonlight.

Slowly but surely, she turns so that she's facing you fully. Her slender fingers reach towards your face, but she freezes before touching you, her hand hovering just above your cheeks. "Are you alright?" she asks gently, watching you like a hawk.

You swallow hard and nod jerkily, but the tears in your eyes have not dried up, no matter how hard you try to blink them away. She watches you for a few seconds more and you know she's not buying your answer, but what can you say? It's just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Get it together, it's not real, it won't ever be real... Voldemort is gone...

Then, her warm hand closes around your cheek and her touch is so gentle that fresh tears immediately start welling up inside your eyes, making your throat constrict and the lump in it grow bigger. "Hey, hey..." she tuts softly, bringing herself closer and wrapping her arm around your waist, holding you against her. "Come here..."

She gently pulls you towards her until your head is resting on her chest. Her fingers start stroking your hair in soothing, unhurried motions. More tears start silently running down your face as you take comfort in her embrace. Even though you can clearly see the nightmare isn't real, that still doesn't calm you down. Even in your girlfriend's arms you haven't relaxed yet. You tug desperately at her nightgown, twisting the silk between your fingers. You want to be as close to her as possible, you want to feel her skin on yours. You want to feel her touch on your body, her lips on your face, her breath against your skin... You're desperately craving skin-to-skin contact, but you're too shaken up and also too shy to ask her.

But then you hear her breathe softly "Darling, you're trembling..." and she starts rubbing your back, trying to calm you down. She runs her hand lightly up and down your body as if trying to coax the tension out of your muscles. That's the moment you give in and finally look up at her, meeting her gaze.

You know you must look pathetic. You know you're a grown woman clutching at her partner, but you can't help it. You need her. Her gaze slowly roams your face, taking in your puffy eyes, the tear tracks running down your cheeks, the tremble of your lower lip. She can see the desperation and the need for reassurance radiating from you. Her fingers slowly brush an unruly strain of hair from your forehead and gently tuck it behind your ear. You tug again at her nightgown, but this time she notices and her gaze drops down to your hands. You can see her eyes narrowing the moment it clicks, the moment she realizes what you need.

Narcissa slowly raises her hands, gently grasping the hems, and starts pulling the nightgown off her body, keeping eye contact with you all the while. She's bare with the exception of her lace panties, the silken nightgown discarded on the floor. She pulls you closer to herself, her arms enclosing around you like a cocoon.

"How's this? Is this what you need, baby?" she murmurs against your hair. Her body is hot against yours, a firm reminder that it's not a nightmare but reality. The feel of her soft curves and the smell of her perfume and her body wash envelop you, surrounding you with her presence. You want to take off your nightgown too, to be completely skin-to-skin against her, but your hands are trembling too much and you're frustrated with yourself... She must notice, because as she runs her fingers through your hair, she gently says, "Let me help you..."

Your girlfriend starts tugging at your nightgown, working to get it off, and in the next few seconds it too lies on the floor. Now you're completely bare (except for your own knickers), your body being fully pressed against hers, your skin flush against her skin. Her hand starts rubbing your back soothingly once more, now against skin instead of against the nightgown. Her other hand gently grasps your chin, lifting up your face so she can look deep into your eyes. She studies your expression for a few seconds. She can see you're slowly starting to relax a little.

"Better?" she whispers, her thumb stroking your chin soothingly.

You nod, swallowing hard. Just the feeling of her skin on yours has already made the nightmare slip further at the back of your mind. You close your eyes and nuzzle into her chest, relishing in the comfort of her touch. Slowly, you raise your hand and gently run your fingers across her collarbone, her shoulder, her neck...

Seeing you more relaxed, she decides asking the question that's been on her mind since you woke her up. "Darling..." she mutters quietly, "You had a nightmare, didn't you?"

You hesitate for a moment, reluctant to tell her about your worries, worried that speaking them aloud will bring them back to life... "...Yes..." you whisper, your fingers still trailing absentmindedly across her skin.

"Care to share what was it about?" she asks quietly. You're silent, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she murmurs, "But I'm worried... You were... very distraught... I've never seen you like this before."

Finally, you decide to reply. Your voice is still shaky but you try to keep it as steady as you can. "It was about... Voldemort. About you... He wanted to torture you and I... couldn't look away..."

Narcissa's quiet for a few moments as you continue running your fingers slowly up and down her arm, like you're subconsciously reassuring yourself she's still there, still alive and without a single scratch on her skin.

"Oh, darling..." she pulls you closer to herself, nuzzling your hair as she holds you firmly against her body. "I... I'm so sorry you had to go through that..." she mutters, her hand starting to rub slow circles across your back again. "It was just a nightmare, alright? Just a terrible nightmare... I'm here. I'm right here."

You nod silently and bury your face in her chest, your eyes closing. You're starting to feel a little calmer, but the memory of the terrible nightmare is still too vivid to completely relax. She continues to hold you in her embrace, her fingers tracing little patterns on your skin. The soft rhythm of her heartbeat under your ear slowly starts to soothe your nerves.

"Try and get some sleep, love..." she mutters soothingly, her fingers never stopping their motions across your body, trying to coax you into relaxed unconsciousness by her gentle touches alone. After running her fingers across your back and neck, she cups her hand behind your head, bringing you even closer to herself, your face buried against her chest.

You close your eyes, listening to her steady breathing, the thumping of her heart against your ear, the feeling of her hand in your hair... The comforting motions of her fingers against your skin gradually start numbing your overstimulated mind, slowing your thoughts down. It doesn't take too long until your body goes lax against her, sleep slowly starting to overtake you again.