Author's Notes: Written for the spanking_world Drabble/Fic Fest, and for dexstarr, who requested Narcissa/Pansy and disagreements over wedding planning.

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"That dress is absolutely unacceptable," Narcissa told Pansy.

Pansy bristled immediately. Her wedding dress was being fitted, and she had been quite proud of the confection of forest-green satin and lace that she had commissioned. It had cost a positively obscene amount, but after all, a girl only got married into the Malfoy family once.

"What's wrong with it?"

"For one thing, it's green." Narcissa shook her head. "'Married in green, ashamed to be seen' – don't you know that?"

"I don't set much store in those nursery rhymes," Pansy said dismissively, turning back to the mirror and twirling around. The dress hugged her curvy torso – glittering with pins along the bust line – and flared out gorgeously below the waist, like a ballet dancer's costume, only better, because it was on Pansy.

"And furthermore," Narcissa continued, planting her hands on her hips, "it's far too short."

"What are you talking about? It comes all the way down to my knees!" Pansy lifted the skirt to demonstrate, showing off the curve of her thighs. Narcissa made a tsk noise.

"To your knees – when I was married, my dress had to touch the floor all around! What girl gets married in a wedding dress that short?"

"This kind of girl." Pansy pointed at herself.

"Completely inappropriate," Narcissa said, shaking her head again. "What will people think of you when they see you walking up the aisle with that much showing?"

"That I have fantastic legs?" Pansy posed in the mirror, planting one hand on her hips and swaying them a bit.

"Pansy Parkinson!" Narcissa looked scandalized. "How do you have the nerve to say such things?"

Pansy shrugged and was about to say something, but she cut herself off with a yelp when Narcissa's hand came smartly across her backside. The layers of lace muffled the blow, but it came as a surprise nonetheless, and she lost her balance and caught herself by grabbing onto a rack of dresses, leaning forward a little.

"What was that?"

"Well…" Narcissa's voice had gone quite suddenly from sharp and reproving to soft and rather sensual, "I think vanity was something that deserved a bit of a punishment, don't you? It just wouldn't be right of me to let you go on being so proud…"

"And you think a bit of slapping is going to change my entire personality?" Pansy asked, then jolted when Narcissa gave her another smack, this one harder and better aimed. "Ouch!"

"Just think of it as a minor punishment," Narcissa told her sweetly. "Because if I don't do it know, my son is going to be the one who does, after you're married, and he won't be nearly as kind as I will."

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Fin