Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were hosting a large and extravagant dinner
party at their manor. They served expensive hors d'oeuvre on silver
platters, showing off to the select people of higher status in the
Wizarding World. The house elves had moved all the expensive decorations
into the rooms that the attendants would spend their time in to further
impress them all. Many of the guests complimented the Malfoys on their
impressive taste in paintings and tapestries and figurines.
After a few hours of the endless chatter and gossip about the going on of both the Wizarding World and the Muggle World, Narcissa came over to her husband. She slipped her arm around his neck and leaned against his shoulder with an elegant sigh. Lucius paused his conversation with the Minister of Magic and looked at his wife.
"Lucius dear, I'm getting a bit fatigued. You won't mind if I retire for the night, will you?" she asked him gently, giving his neck a soft rub. Lucius nodded, smiling at his loving wife.
"Of course I won't, my sweet," he told her. Many of the guests smiled at his thoughtfulness as she went upstairs. On her way to her bedroom, she passed Draco's room. Looked in on him, Narcissa Malfoy called her son to follow her to the Master Bedroom.
"Mother. I." Draco stammered nervously as he entered the room and she closed the large door behind him. The bang echoed through the large champers. He stood next to the silk covered bed and Narcissa came over.
"Draco," she told him in a quiet voice. "I want you to take off my dress and shoes."
Draco's pale skin blushed as he slowly unzipped the dress, stammering incoherent words. Narcissa kept her cool blue eyes trained on him until the dress was laid down on her bed in a hurried fashion and the shoes were tossed in a pile under the bed.
"Now, I want you to take off my bra," she instructed him. Draco kept his eyes adverted from his mother's as he did what she told him. While he took the bra off, she told him how it was a very expensive one and one of her favorites. Finally the bra was laid down on top of the dress and Narcissa nodded.
"And my panty hose," Narcissa added. Still blushing, Draco did that. The panty hose were harder to get them off. Narcissa just stood there, watching him. When the panty hose were off, he clutched them in his hand like a security blanket, waiting for what she'd say next.
"I won't tell your father about this," Narcissa told him, stepping closer to her son. She was right next to him now. He's face was a dark blushing red and his eyes kept fluttering around uncertainly, not wanting to look her in the eye.
"But," she told him. She grabbed his chin and made him look her in the eye. They were ablaze. "If you ever put on my dress again, he will know."
After a few hours of the endless chatter and gossip about the going on of both the Wizarding World and the Muggle World, Narcissa came over to her husband. She slipped her arm around his neck and leaned against his shoulder with an elegant sigh. Lucius paused his conversation with the Minister of Magic and looked at his wife.
"Lucius dear, I'm getting a bit fatigued. You won't mind if I retire for the night, will you?" she asked him gently, giving his neck a soft rub. Lucius nodded, smiling at his loving wife.
"Of course I won't, my sweet," he told her. Many of the guests smiled at his thoughtfulness as she went upstairs. On her way to her bedroom, she passed Draco's room. Looked in on him, Narcissa Malfoy called her son to follow her to the Master Bedroom.
"Mother. I." Draco stammered nervously as he entered the room and she closed the large door behind him. The bang echoed through the large champers. He stood next to the silk covered bed and Narcissa came over.
"Draco," she told him in a quiet voice. "I want you to take off my dress and shoes."
Draco's pale skin blushed as he slowly unzipped the dress, stammering incoherent words. Narcissa kept her cool blue eyes trained on him until the dress was laid down on her bed in a hurried fashion and the shoes were tossed in a pile under the bed.
"Now, I want you to take off my bra," she instructed him. Draco kept his eyes adverted from his mother's as he did what she told him. While he took the bra off, she told him how it was a very expensive one and one of her favorites. Finally the bra was laid down on top of the dress and Narcissa nodded.
"And my panty hose," Narcissa added. Still blushing, Draco did that. The panty hose were harder to get them off. Narcissa just stood there, watching him. When the panty hose were off, he clutched them in his hand like a security blanket, waiting for what she'd say next.
"I won't tell your father about this," Narcissa told him, stepping closer to her son. She was right next to him now. He's face was a dark blushing red and his eyes kept fluttering around uncertainly, not wanting to look her in the eye.
"But," she told him. She grabbed his chin and made him look her in the eye. They were ablaze. "If you ever put on my dress again, he will know."
