Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Baby Fever

Summary: Seeing you interacting with your godson Teddy, Narcissa has baby fever.

Warnings: fluff, comfort.

*This can be read as a prequel to "Window" and "Draco's Wedding", and as a sequel to "Sisters' reunion" and "Unspoken Yearnings".

Since Narcissa and Andromeda first reunited after Andy was disowned many years ago, the two sisters have been frequently visiting each other's houses and going out to catch up on the missed years.

Today is Teddy Lupin's first birthday. Andromeda's grandson, Nymphadora's son, which makes him Narcissa's grandnephew, though she doesn't like to be reminded of that, so she's just Aunt Cissy. Little Teddy is also your godson, as well as Harry's, since Dora and you are best friends and Remus was like a father figure to Harry.

Narcissa and you are in her very well-kept bedroom, getting ready for Teddy's birthday party. Your girlfriend finishes putting on a nice coat of black eye shadow, and then she starts working on her lipstick. Meanwhile, you are almost finished with your hair, which involves just a bit of straightening. When Narcissa finishes putting lipstick on, she looks over at you and smiles.

"You almost done doing your hair, baby?"

You nod and move over to set your hair stuff aside, and then you sigh and look at your reflection in the mirror.

"You know, I still can't believe Teddy's turning a year old today. It seems like just yesterday, I was with Dora at Andy's house for his birth."

Narcissa nods and turns her chair to face you. "It does feel like just yesterday... but look at how much Teddy's grown!"

She stands up and crosses the room to you, putting her hands on your hips and nuzzling her face into your neck. She rests her chin against your shoulder and looks at you in the reflection of the mirror.

"He'll be learning to walk soon, and then he'll start teething, and then talking, and before we know it, he won't be a little baby anymore." she moves to gently kiss your neck, and then your shoulder.

Narcissa continues to kiss you softly, and you feel her breathing becoming a bit shaky. Her grip on your hips also gets slightly tighter as her nervous feeling becomes more noticeable. She stops kissing your shoulder and rests her head on it, still holding you by your hips.

The two of you stand there, looking at your reflections. Your hands are gently resting on top of hers, which are gripping your hips. It's silent, aside from her shaky, nervous breaths, for a moment, before Narcissa speaks again, her voice barely a whisper.

"You look beautiful, darling."

You feel Narcissa's shaky breaths still ghosting against the skin of your neck as she's holding you.

"Is everything alright, my love?" you ask, looking at her reflection, sensing her nervousness.

Narcissa pulls away slightly and lets go of your hips. "I'm fine, love. I'm just..."

She seems hesitant, and she looks down, avoiding your eye contact. You turn to look at her, waiting for her to continue talking. Narcissa looks at you, her expression nervous.

"I'm only a little nervous about going to the party. I know some of the guests won't be too happy to see me there..." she glances down and fidgets with her nails, looking embarrassed.

You nod, knowing what she means. It's true that some of the guests probably won't be happy to see Narcissa. There are people – like the Weasleys – who will be there, who probably see Narcissa as Lucius' wife rather than her own person. You move to take her hands, gently rubbing them with your thumbs.