Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Meeting the parents

Summary: Your girlfriend and you have lunch at her house for her to meet your parents and siblings, but it doesn't go as you planned.

Warnings: fluff, humor, implied mommy kink.

*This can be read as a sequel to "Arguments".

You're having lunch at Narcissa's place with your girlfriend, your parents and siblings. This is the first time they meet Narcissa. It is awkward. Your parents are the same age as Narcissa and they aren't too happy with her dating you, not to mention they're less than happy about the fact she's also a woman. This is evident by the cold glances they're giving you two from across the lunch table.

Meanwhile Narcissa is trying her best to make them feel at ease despite their cold demeanor. Her hand is resting on your thigh under the table and she gives your leg a gentle squeeze in reassurance. Your siblings on the other hand, are finding this all rather entertaining, your youngest sister keeps giving you both amused grins and your oldest brother is amused by your parents' discomfort.

Eventually, your mother finally breaks the silence. "So, Narcissa, tell us a bit about yourself." she says. Her voice is polite, but there's a hint of disapproval in her tone.

"Of course. What would you like to know?" Narcissa answers politely as she takes a sip of her wine.

Your mother exchanges a look with your father, who nods slightly. She turns back to Narcissa, a slightly cold smile on her face."I'm curious about your divorce. How long were you married to Lucius?"

"We were together for about twenty-five years." she says casually, as she takes another sip of her wine. Your mother's eyes widen slightly at the large gap in years in your ages. She frowns slightly, clearly displeased.

"And why did you divorce?" your father pipes up. If your mother is disapproving, he's definitely the more hostile one.

"The marriage between Lucius and I had been arranged. When the war was finally over I decided that I wanted to be with someone I truly liked." she says simply, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh under the table. Your sister snickers from her spot, looking very entertained, while your brother stifles a chuckle.

"And what about your son? How is he?" your mother asks. Her tone is casual but it's evident she's trying to find a flaw in Narcissa.

Your girlfriend straightens slightly in her seat. "Draco is doing very well." she says, her grip on your thigh tightening slightly.

"How old is he? Eighteen, correct?" there's an innocent look on your mother's face now, but you know her too well to know she's looking for any excuse to disapprove of you dating Narcissa.

Narcissa can sense the change in your mother's tone, and her grip on your thigh tightens even more to the point where it almost hurts. Nonetheless, she doesn't let it show on her expression except for a slight twitch of her eye. "Yes, that's correct." she says, trying to keep her voice casual.

Sensing the obvious tension in the room, you decide chipping in. "Mommy, can you pass me the salt?" what a mistake you just made...

"Of course, baby." "Sure, honey." your mother and girlfriend say at the same time, both reaching for the salt.

Both of them freeze, their hands hovering just inches away from the salt shaker. There's a tense silence as they slowly glance between each other, realizing the situation they've just gotten themselves into.

Your siblings' barely concealed giggles turn into full-blown laughter as they witness this entire scene in front of them. Your mother shoots them a glare and they shut up immediately, trying to contain their grins.

Narcissa clears her throat awkwardly. "Go ahead." she says, gesturing for your mother to give you the salt.

Your mother glances at you, then at Narcissa, then at the salt, then back at Narcissa. It's evident she's tempted to be petty and hold onto the salt, but she forces herself not to. She passes you the salt and you take it with a muttered "Thanks."

Narcissa lets out a barely visible sigh of relief and returns her hand back to your thigh, her grip softer this time. The rest of lunch seems to follow a similar pattern of stiff, tense silence, with your parents continuing their subtle attempts to dig up any flaws in Narcissa while your siblings try their best not to explode with laughter.