Narcissa Malfoy x reader

I am not Narcissa

Summary: You decide pranking your wife by calling her Narcissa instead of your usual pet names to see her reaction.

Warnings: fluff, cuddling, humor

Feeling slightly playful you decide to prank your wife. Nothing too absurd, just calling her by her name instead of the pet names/nicknames you usually call her.

You two have recently bought a TV, something that it took a while for you to convince Narcissa to purchase. It took her a visit to her sister Andromeda, when she saw little Teddy being almost in a trance by the 'odd picture box' (as your wife called), and, though she would never admit it, picked her interest so much that she was almost in trance too.

So, here she is, sitting comfortably on the couch, watching some random channel you both agree to and, of course, not giving the same amount of attention to you that she is giving to the TV. She looks completely comfortable, something usual when the two of you are in the privacy of your home, and she is dressed in one of her favorite nightgowns as she runs her hand through her bi-coloured hair. There's a glass of wine in her other hand as she watches whatever it is on the screen with a content smile.

You watch her for a moment, your wife not even noticing your eyes on her, admiring her beauty and how domestic she looks right now.

The moment is interrupted when you speak up. "Narcissa, would you like some popcorn?"

She quickly looks away from the TV and at you, seeing a completely neutral expression on your face, her eyes growing wider when she hears her name.

"Y-yes, I'd like some, thank you." she stutters, looking at you anxiously.

You turn to the kitchen for a few minutes, preparing the popcorn and getting yourself a glass of wine. You put the popcorn in a bucket and go back to the living room with the bucket in one hand and the glass of wine in the other. When you walk in your wife looks at you, your face still neutral. You notice Narcissa whining a bit.

Acting casual, you sit back down where you had been sitting before you got up to get some popcorn, putting the bucket on your lap and holding the glass of wine with one of your hands. All the while you feel your wife's gaze on you.

"Narcissa, can you hand me the remote, please?" you do it again.

As you say her name again, she pouts at you, a cute and childlike pout, and crosses her arms in front of her chest in a childish way, and her voice becomes a bit high-pitched when she turns to you.

"I am not Narcissa. I am Cissy." she says, like a small child.

You can't help but smile when you see the pout on her face, her childish behavior being absolutely adorable. You place the bucket of popcorn on the coffee table and reach for her, grabbing her chin and tilting it up so that she is looking directly at you. Then you lean down and kiss her pout away. She immediately melts in your arms, her whole body molding into yours as her arms circle your neck, and she kisses you back.

When you pull away, both of you out of breath, she stares up at you with wide eyes. After a few seconds, she finally speaks. "But why did you call me Narcissa?" she asks, her eyes searching yours for an explanation. She has her pout back again. It's adorable.

You chuckle softly, reaching up and caressing her cheek with your thumb before speaking. "I was just messing with you, my love." you tell her, still chuckling, and when she continues to frown and pout you chuckle again. "Oh, don't look at me like that, Cissy. I was just having a bit of fun. Are you really that upset that I called you by your name?"

She huffs and keeps her pout for a moment, staring at you with an indignant look that, somehow, only manages to make her look even more adorable. After a few seconds, she lets out a sigh, and the pout on her face is finally gone once more, replaced by an eye-roll.

"You're an idiot." she says, her tone sounding exasperated, but the small smile on the corners of her lips betrays her.

You laugh at her response. "And yet you still love me, my beautiful wife."

You reach out and tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear, your hand gently cupping her cheek, your thumb caressing it. She leans against your touch, nuzzling her face into your palm with a huff.

"Did you really think I was mad at you?"

"Well, what else was I supposed to think, after you suddenly started calling me by my name for no reason?" she says, sounding a bit annoyed, but you can still see a hint of a pout on her face.

You try to hold back another laugh, as you don't want to upset her even more. You reach out and pull her into your lap, wrapping your arms around her waist. Looking at her, you smile.

"Well, I'm not mad. Far from it, actually. I just wanted to see your reaction, my love."

She quickly curls up against you, resting her head on your shoulder. Despite her trying to be annoyed, your words make her feel relieved. Your wife snuggles closer to you, burying her face into your shoulder and wrapping her arms around you. You run your hand up and down her back, holding her close to you, making her let out a hum of pleasure.

Her voice is muffled against your shirt when she speaks. "You're an arse."

You chuckle and place a kiss on top of her head. You feel her body relax against yours and smile before speaking. "Maybe, but you love this arse."

Her voice is still somewhat muffled, but you can hear a hint of a smile in her words. "You're damn right I do."

She pulls her head back from your shoulder so that she can look at you, and her expression is a mix of feigned annoyance and a hint of playfulness. "But you better make it up to me, though."

You look at her amused, an eyebrow raised at her words. "Oh? And how exactly am I supposed to make it up to you, love?"

She pretends to think for a moment, tapping her chin with her finger. Then, a coy smile spreads across her face, and she loops her arms around your neck.

"Snuggles. Lots and lots of snuggles."

She leans closer to you and nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, her lips gently grazing your skin.

"I suppose I can oblige that request."

You tilt your head down, your lips brushing against her hair as you speak. You can smell the delightful scent of her shampoo. It's like a mixture of roses and lavender, and you always love how it lingers on your clothes for hours after being with her.