Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Unspoken Yearnings

Summary: Cuddling after sex, your girlfriend opens up to you about her marriage with Lucius and her unfulfilled dreams.

Warnings: nudity, cuddling, miscarriage, hurt/comfort, light angst, happy ending, implied sex.

*This can be read as a prequel to "Baby Fever".

The moonlight coming through the window is the only light that illuminates your room, reaching yours and your girlfriend's naked bodies. Your bodies are glistening with sweat after the lovemaking session you two just had. You're laying your head between her shoulder and her neck, your legs intertwined. You're lightly stroking her stomach.

Narcissa plays with your hair slightly, a satisfied smile on her face. She is still coming down from her high, and the feeling of your hand on her stomach is so soothing she could almost fall asleep. She turns her head slightly to look at you, admiring your peaceful expression as you enjoy the moment. She chuckles softly as you begin to nuzzle her neck.

"Did I wear you out, darling?" she teases gently, her fingers lazily tracing the curves of your back. She playfully tugs on a strand of your hair, unable to ignore the adorable way you seemed to be trying to bury your face in her skin.

"You're so cute." she murmurs affectionately, her fingers tracing the length of your spine now.

Thinking about something, you suddenly pause your ministrations, making your girlfriend tilt her head curiously.

"Can I ask you a question?" you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

She raises an eyebrow, her curious gaze fixed on you. "Of course, darling." she replies softly, her hand moving to cup your face, gently caressing your cheek with her thumb. "You can ask me anything."

You take a deep breath, a bit nervous to bring up the subject, knowing it could be a touchy one. "Why did you and Lucius decide to only have Draco? I mean... Pureblood families are expected to have more children, aren't they? To, um, keep the bloodline going?" you ask carefully, your voice slightly shaky.

Hearing your question Narcissa stiffens slightly, her hand freezing mid-stroke on your cheek. "It's...complicated." she manages, turning her gaze away from you, avoiding eye contact.

You feel her body tense, and the way she averts her gaze from you is telling. It is obvious this is a touchy subject for her, and you can't help but feel guilty for bringing it up.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked..." you begin, lifting your head from her shoulder to look at her. "It's none of my business, I..."

She reaches up to gently guide your head back down, silently signalling for you to return to your previous position, head tucked into the crook of her neck. She is quiet for a moment, collecting her thoughts, her fingers resuming their soft caresses on your back.

"No, it's alright. You have every right to ask." she speaks softly, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "I just... I suppose this is something I haven't really talked about with anyone before."

Taking a deep breath, she continues.

"After we had Draco, I... I wanted to have more children. A daughter, preferably. I thought it would be nice for him to have a sibling, and I've always wanted a daughter." she pauses, her voice laced with a hint of sadness. She speaks slowly, her words measured and careful, as if each sentence pains her to say. "But... it didn't work out that way. I had... complications. I had several miscarriages after Draco, which took a toll on me both physically and emotionally. The healers said it wouldn't be safe for me to get pregnant again, not after everything my body had been through."