The Disclaimer is in the prologue. I got the description of Narcissa from page 101 of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, the American Edition:
"A pale boy with a pointed face and white-blond hair, Draco greatly resembled his father. His mother was blonde too; tall and slim, she would have been nice-looking if she hadn't been wearing a look that suggested there was a nasty smell under her nose."
You're playing with fire m'boy
Once the garters and thigh-high stockings were bought, Narcissa led Ginny back to the fireplace they had come out of. They returned to the manor, and Narcissa led her back to Draco's room. At the foot of Draco's bed were packages of clothing a house elf had brought up. On Draco's bed was Draco himself.
He didn't acknowledge their entrance, just kept on reading.
"Why don't you hang up those clothes, dear, while I transfigure these boxes."
Ginny opened the armoire. It was full of Draco's clothing. She never knew a boy could have this many clothes, not to mention she didn't know any boy cared to.
"Who's this?" Draco peered at her from over the top of his book.
"It's me, ferret boy."
"Oh." He returned to his book.
"Silly me, I forgot to take of the glamour charms. Finite Incantem. " Ginny's body returned to its natural state.
"Um…Narcissa?"
"Yes dear?"
"The armoire's-"
"-don't worry, it's expandable."
She turned to hang the garments. The dress that had taken so long to be fitted was there, much to her surprise. She supposed that Narcissa, being a favored customer, would have priority over other customers. After she finished, she found Narcissa doing something to one of the drawers in the dresser.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm making a compartment in one of Draco's drawers for your underthings. I'll divide it in the middle for you. I hope you don't mind that it's in Draco's underwear drawer but the magic naturally flows in such a way that- you understand." Ginny nodded. She had learned that secret compartments could only be made when there was enough magic flowing through to sustain the walls of the compartment against the natural property of the substance staying together. The irony was in the magic flowing through Draco's underwear drawer and not the others. Ginny took the now transfigured shoe boxes (they looked like they were from a popular witches shoe store) and stacked them in the armoire. Narcissa sighed proudly.
"Well, that's done. Be sure to be down for dinner in time. You'll remember, won't you Draco?"
"Mmmph." Narcissa shut the door. She walked to the edge of the bed.
"What are you reading?" Draco ignored her, his eyes unmoving on the page of the book. She snatched the book away.
"Give that back."
"No." She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, sitting where his book had been.
"Did you enjoy raping me?" He glared up at her and crossed his arms.
"Of course I enjoyed it. I mean I was having sex with you. It's not like you protested. The disgusting thing was having my father watch and not being able to pleasure you like I wanted. And then when he did too...I wanted to kill him. Not just murder him, but tear every fiber of his body apart. He taught me a clever curse that will do that to you, pity it doesn't kill. It's called the Cruciatus curse, ever heard of it? He's practiced on me too, as a matter of fact. But I couldn't fight him. I've told you why. Fighting him wouldn't have been any better than just letting him do as he wished."
"Jackass."
"Spice Girl."
"Who?"
"Muggle pop group."
"How well informed you are. How does that connect to me in any way?" He sighed.
"Virginia. Ginny. Gin. Ginger. Spice. Spice Girl. You obviously don't make up nicknames often."
"And you have far too much time on you hands."
"Will you get off me?"
"No."
"Why not."
"Because I don't feel like moving." He pushed her to the side. She tightened her legs around him and she flipped onto her back.
"You're moved."
"Jackass."
"Aren't we one for creativity?"
"Jackass."
"I'm sorry."
"Jackass."
"Apology accepted?"
"Jackass."
"Guess not."
"Jackass." He got off the bed.
"We should get dressed."
"Jackass."
"That's kind of getting annoying."
"Jackass."
"Now you're just being childish." She grinned.
"Jackass."
"Fine, if you're going to be childish, so will I." He pounced and began to tickle her. Ginny froze, trying not to laugh.
"Jackass!" she yelled as she burst into giggles. Draco laughed at her plight and the pair of them collapsed giggling side by side. He watched as she calmed, the smile still slightly on her face.
"If you get dressed for dinner now, then I'll show you around the house a bit." Her smile widened once more. He raced to closet while she went to grab a strapless one-piece underwear. She pulled the black dress out of the closet and a pair of black stiletto heals. He was already undressing and she hurried to catch up, stripping the black sweater and slacks off and rushing into the underwear. Narcissa hadn't given her any underwear and after a day without it, she welcomed the constriction. She turned back to him once she had finished, only to find him leaned against the bedpost right behind her.
"Do you have a hair brush?"
"It might be in that basket over there." He nodded towards the bureau. She looked in and found there was, along with other feminine and hygienic necessities. She quickly brushed her hair and put on a little Muggle make-up (concealer over his love bite, rough on her cheeks, red lipstick) while Draco watched over her shoulder.
"How do I look?"
"Lovely."
He guided her through the manor, conversing with portraits, revealing hidden passages.
"If there are so many bedrooms in the manor, why am I sharing yours?"
"Father's Orders."
"What are we expected to do?"
"Good question. I have no idea."
"You must have some idea."
"Alright, I do. But I'm not about to announce my suspicions."
"Why not? Don't you trust me?" She put on a face like Pansy's when she tried to be seductive. He smiled.
"No, I don't." He strode swiftly ahead, his robe billowing behind him, leaving her to catch up. "We'll be getting to the dining room in a moment," he said, offering his arm as soon as she caught up. "Speak only when spoken to and answer quickly. Don't make accusations and don't use sarcasm. Father doesn't understand sarcasm." Ginny took a deep breath as they entered the dining room. If really was too big to be called a mere room. The table looked like it would seat over a hundred people. The room was made of white stone, the light color contrasting with the heavy feel of the room, despite its gothic styling. At each peak of the cross-ribbed vault hung a chandelier sending rainbowed light to the stone walls. The royal purple curtains were drawn and at the far end of the highly polished marble table sat Lucius at the head, Narcissa on the right, two places set at his left.
"Good evening, Father. Good evening, Mother." Lucius inclined his head briefly.
"Good evening, Draco." Narcissa gave Ginny a brief warm smile before returning to the ice statue she had been. Her lip curled slightly and her nose wrinkled just enough to make a point but not enough to cause this vain Narcissa damage. It was in this moment the Ginny recognized her. At the World Cup, she had seen Draco. She saw him and his mother. She had not seen Narcissa; she had seen this woman; Mrs. Malfoy.
"So, shopping was productive I assume?" He tried to act jovial as he poured the wine, looking like a demon made to look like a cherub but had lost its way and was pleading for help with eyes borrowed from a doe ran over by Santa's sleigh, if her confusion matched the confusion she found of his face forming the wrong way.
"Yes." Narcissa's tone was bland, her eyes not raising from her plate, her mouth consuming the precisely cut steak. Ginny found the food full of flavor and judging by the amount the rest of the family was eating it wasn't intended to be finished. She could only ate this much on holidays; she could barely imagine finishing it. Of course Draco was plowing his way through the plate and as his hand brushed hers she wondered where he put it all; he was so skinny. She sipped delicately at the wine. She had never had it before. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, like cranberry juice. She would have enjoyed it if it came with the sweetened taste of cranberry juice, but she was content to sip and enjoy the bitter taste in her mouth. The sounds of eating dissolved in the silence that suppressed her. This was nothing like dinner at the Burrow. Maybe Fred and George would pull a prank, but always there was the roar of noise settled over her family. Lucuis rose from the table suddenly and left, followed in rising by Narcissa and Draco and Ginny once Draco had dragged her up by her elbow. Offering his arm, he led her back to his bedchamber.
"Is dinner always like that."
"No, usually he doesn't speak." He watched the firelight flickering across her face, absorbed by the glowing dragon scale. "Do you forgive me?"
"No, but I'm not angry anymore."
"Good." He bent to kiss her. She ducked.
"Not tonight."
"I rather think 'yes tonight' if you don't forgive me."
"Excuse me? Don't I have a choice?"
"Not really, you are my prisoner."
"Draco, what-"
"I'm joking, Fire Cracker."
"What did you just call me?"
"Fire Cracker."
"Don't you have anything better to do than make up pathetic names for people."
"Not really. Now, let's see if I can set that fire cracker alight." He leaned in again.
"I told you, I'm not in the mood."
"Well I am. How could I not be with you dressed like that? If you didn't want this, you should have worn a more concealing dress."
"This is the most concealing dress I have!"
"You're joking."
"No, I'm not."
"You mean I'm going to have to put up with this every night?"
"Put up with what?"
"The entire dinner all I could think about was getting you out of that dress. I could see your entire left leg, not to mention your nipples perked beneath-"
"What!"
"-my food was the only thing that could distract me." He ran his fingers
through his hair, messing the gelled bit.
"What are you sleeping in? Please let it be something to remind me of a nun."
"Narcissa didn't buy anything for me to sleep in."
"Oh, so you're on a first name basis are you?"
"Yes, we are. She saw your little present."
"What little present?"
"This." She licked her finger and smeared it across the concealed hickey.
"Oh my god. If father finds out-"
"-he won't! It's not like I want to tell him about us."
"I thought there wasn't an us."
"Well then what are we?"
"I…I don't know. You and me, I suppose."
"Brilliant. You're a prefect and you're so bloody brilliant. How high the standards of Slytherin have fallen."
"I have to find something concealing for you to sleep in."
"What's the matter with underwear?"
"You're trying my hormones."
"Just keep your hands to yourself, it shouldn't be that hard."
"Well it is hard!"
"That was a bad pun."
"It wasn't intended to be one." He ran his hand through his hair again. "I'm going to shower." He grabbed some pajamas out of a drawer, carelessly bring a sleeve out of the drawer and shutting it on the sleeve. "Just…find something." He gestured towards the armoire as he left. She could hear the shower running as she stripped out of the dress and underwear. She tried to put the dress back on the hanger, but it shrunk. It wouldn't accept the worn clothing. She found a laundry basket next to the armoire and dropped her used articles within it. She turned back to the dresser, opened the drawer with Draco's night clothes and took out the shirt whose sleeve had hung over the edge. She decided it would be enough for the night. The black silk smelled like him.
Draco returned wearing the pants to the shirt she had borrowed. He froze when he slid into bed beside her.
"You're not wearing pants."
"You're not wearing a shirt."
"That's different."
"How?"
"It's socially acceptable for boys to be running around without shirts. Girls are not supposed to go around without pants."
"You've seen me without pants before."
"Bloody hell! You're reversing the effect of my cold shower." He brushed the wet hair out of his eyes before flopping stiffly down to the bed.
"I'm just scared, Draco."
"Of what? Me? I won't hurt you."
"You did."
"Did I?"
"Yes, you let me get hurt."
"I can't always protect you. I told you, I don't do recklessly noble things."
"You're no knight in shining armor."
"I never claimed to be one."
"Maybe that's what I want."
"Then what are you doing with me?"
"You said it yourself, it's not like I had a choice."
"No." Ginny placed a hand on his hip.
"I still don't forgive you."
"I know." She moved closer. "If you keep doing this I'm not going to be able to control myself."
"Then
don't." She kissed him sweetly. This was what was wrong with their last time.
There hadn't been any kissing. She kissed him again. She liked kissing. She
liked kissing him. She liked it when he kissed back.
