Quidditch Reserve League, Season 1, Round 7: Ships Be Goin' Down Like The Titanic

Position: Captain

Prompt: Take OTP (Pansy/Luna), write about one member with Narcissa Malfoy

Word Count: 1,089

Warning: Grooming, child abuse, incest subtext

This is in the Horror genre for a reason. I do not endorse any behavior in this fanfic.

~End of Author's Notes~

There was a knock at the door of Malfoy Manor. Narcissa ignored it for a second, then she remembered: They had no House Elf. It had happened years ago, and yet, with all that had happened, that fact had not sunk in for her. She put her book to the side and rose to answer the door herself; Draco and Lucius both were unavailable, held in some Ministry office for questioning about their conspirators. She would have been with them, were it allowed, but it wasn't and so she couldn't.

Her footsteps were the only sounds in the wide, empty manor, at least until she got to the door and pulled it open. Standing outside was a familiar young woman; blunt features, black hair, and eyes that looked at her as though she were the entire world. Even so, it took her a moment to process what she saw.

"Narcissa," Pansy said, a smile gracing her face and her shoulders slumping with relief.

"Pany Parkinson," Narcissa inclined her head to the girl, then stepped aside. "Do come in."

She did, then waited until the door was closed to place her hands on the taller woman's waist. It was confident, assured, like she'd decided there wouldn't be a problem with it. Because, of course, there wasn't. It was the only intimacy that Narcissa had ever allowed.

"I've missed you," Pansy fondly rested her head against Narcissa's lace-clad bosom. "It's been horrible, worse than anything, and it's all that bloody..." She grunted at nothing in particular and squeezed Narcissa to her.

"I know." Narcissa exhaled as she wrapped one arm around Pansy in turn and stroked her hair with the other. It didn't take long to remember the old beats. "I've missed you, as well. It's a wonder we all made it out of that...creature's reign unscathed."

"Yeah." Pansy snorted. "They made him sound a lot better than he was. Who attacks a school? He could've killed me! Me!"

"You know I'd never let that happen," Narcissa cooed. She loosened the embrace and started to lead Pansy through the manor, as she had done so many times before. "Truthfully...I'm surprised you're not annoyed at how I helped that Potter child. Word has gotten around, hasn't it?"

"It..." Pansy's face scrunched up. "Whatever, I'm alive, you're alive, so it's fine."

They reached the sofa and Narcissa sat down first. Pansy sat on her lap, her legs hiked up beside her and their faces lingering dangerously close. It had been odd when she'd first done it; years spent with Lucius, away from the game of seduction, had weakened her instincts and she'd never done it from the part of the dominant partner. That was about being coy, but with Pansy it had required poise. That was, after all, what the girl had found so fascinating about her all those years ago.

Or perhaps it was what she found fascinating about Draco. Narcissa could never have been sure which affection stemmed from which, and Pansy was not the brightest girl in the world. For all her skill with potions, introspection was her bane; that part of her reminded Narcissa of Bellatrix. Her departed sister…

"You're happy with me, aren't you?" Pansy asked softly. "You wanted me to keep Draco safe at Hogwarts, and to tell you about what he was doing, and I did that. I even hung around with those fatso friends he made."

"Vincent and Gregory?" Narcissa asked. She'd heard that Vincent had died, his parents were locked up, and some part of her was sad about it. Her heart told her that it was a shame to see any family destroyed like that, that his parents must have been devastated. But her mind told her that it was a shame because they'd both been so loyal to Draco.

Pansy nodded, her lip curled.

"Of course I'm happy with you, Pansy." Narcissa smiled at the girl. "You've been wonderfully helpful. Draco always spoke fondly of you." Although over their time apart his attitude had seemed to shift, that wasn't Pansy's fault, and she wouldn't blame her for it. "You've always been a respectable young woman, devoted, and passionate. I haven't lost sight of that."

"Good. Great." Pansy's smile was broad and wide. It was like the one she'd showed every time they met, most often over school breaks, sharing tea in the manor or at some private dining establishment. There was still something in there of the youth she was, when Narcissa's fondness had all been a ploy to ensure her son's status at Hogwarts. But she had proven herself. And she was a woman now. "Because I've got something to ask..."

"Speak," Narcissa said.

"You always said that we could be together...when I was old enough. That's why we couldn't kiss or anything like that," Pansy began.

Narcissa held her breath. She had never expected it to last so long, in truth. She'd expected Pansy's fondness to fail at some point, to be distracted by a partner more attainable than a middle-aged and happily married member of the Sacred Twenty Eight. Those sweet-nothings whispered into young ears had been a scheme…

"But I'm not little now. I finished Hogwarts, see?" Pansy leaned back so she could meet Narcissa's eyes, while hers were alight with greed. Her dark, dark eyes. That wasn't an unusual expression for her, nor was the dash of affection in it, but this time it came with something else: Expectation. "So...I'm eighteen. I'm old enough. It's time I get what I deserve, isn't it?"

"I..." Narcissa cleared her throat. Of course she couldn't expect Pansy's selfish nature to not extend to her; like Bellatrix, she demanded what she wanted, but the fear that she didn't deserve it yet had dissipated with her last birthday. And who was she to argue? They had made a deal, they had come to know one another, and she really was fond of Pansy. She filled a space that Narcissa had only recently lost. "I agree. Do you have a room?"

"Uh." Pansy looked around. "There's a lot of rooms here, aren't there?"

"This is my family home," Narcissa reminded her with a stern look. She was acquiescing, but she had the power in this relationship. She always had. "We will do this elsewhere."

"Fine." Pansy rolled her eyes and grabbed Narcissa's hand, grinning madly. "I was thinking...now that we're lovers, we should have pet names for each other. Like a real couple."

"I can't disagree," Narcissa said. "How do you feel about...Cissy?"