A/N: IM BACK ON ! After so long I'm posting again! Here's a lil adopted fic I found abandoned in the mines of ao3. Sad but it had so much potential to the plot! Please read the first half of the story before proceeding with this chapter! /works/28377009 You'll get the complete story that way!

Chapter spoilers: You seal the deal between you and Narcissa, but you still think everything happening is fucked up big time.

Chapter 1 (Addendum)

Hermione has been shooting me weird glances ever since I entered my room. Still reeling from the kiss me and Narcissa shared earlier, I could feel her eyes just boring holes in my face.

"Something is bothering you," Hermione says, keeping her eyes glued to the television in my room. "And do not act like it is nothing. You can lie all you want Peterson but you cannot lie to me."

I stood up huffing. "It's all just so confusing!"

"Woah, slow down and tell me what's confusing." She says holding my hand and running her thumb over my fingers.

The tears in my eyes are threatening to fall, looking and up and sighing. "Everything. It's just so fucked up. We're leaving tomorrow and all my parents could think about is my arranged marriage to Draco."

Hermione just kept listening, tucking my hair behind my ear, holding my hand, and making her presence known.

Seconds turned into minutes of silence with us just sitting together, the movie just blaring on the tv screen. Eventually, the knock on my door came and it was my mother, saying that I need to come back down to wish the Malfoys goodnight. I was dreading seeing Narcissa again.

Narcissa's POV

I kissed her. That was the thought that was running through my head after she stormed out. I was too stunned to run after her, or afraid? Either or both, it didn't make such a difference when I kissed the bride-to-be of my son. She tasted of whiskey and muggle cigarettes, so foreign but yet so familiar.

Looking around at the brightly lit room, I decided it was time to get back to my family.

Lucius was in deep conversation with the Peterson patriarch, as my son is just huddled by the fireplace, looking so out of place in such an elegant home so closely like ours.

She came bounding by with her mother, to wish us goodnight and a thank you for the party. She sounded so sincere, I just looked at her with awe. I would never admit that it stung quite a bit when she looked at everyone except me.

I wouldn't blame the young Peterson, I had sprung that kiss on her. Perhaps we would have another chance at speaking before she leaves for Hogwarts.

So off we went to the room that was offered to us. Lucius had said that he needed to go back to Malfoy Manor, but we are welcome to stay over if we wanted to. Draco said he was staying, a sort of apology to her for hurting her back then. So I opted to stay too, masking the compulsion to stay close to this young lady as wanting to be near my boy.

The room that the Petersons have given me for the night has been more than ample to house five guests, but instead, it is just me in bed. I couldn't shake the thought of that kiss we shared earlier. Deciding on my better judgment, I slipped into my coat to ease my mind by looking at the scenery.

Oc's POV

Hermione was fast asleep on the bed. I know I should be sleeping too but I can't. Deciding that it was too late to wake her, I would just wander around and let my feet carry me somewhere else.

I walk around my mother's garden, hoping for some reprieve from my thoughts. Okay, thought, singular. Mainly Narcissa, of all things. I walk to the isolated gazebo, away from the eyes and ears of the people inside my home. Some solace would do me good. I sigh, looking at the dark sky and back to the flowers my mother had planted by hand. Looking for some inspiration for when I get back to my art studio. But my mind always comes back to that sketch I did of Narcissa.

I sat on the bench just basking in the silence of my surroundings, the night sky is so clear. Unlike my head, filled with images of Narcissa. Breaking from my daydream I see a figure move from behind the hedges. It was far enough in the dark for me not to see, so doing the only thing that my mind can focus on right now, I investigate.

I didn't see the figure again until I was deep in the wooded area of our land, the figure just moved out of my line of sight. So, naturally, I followed.

The initial shock at the personality of the figure didn't wear off until she had a hand on my cheek and was looking at me with deep concern.

"What are you doing out here so late?" She said, her chocolate orbs just glistening in the moonlight. "Without a coat? What if you get sick?!" She exclaims.

I shifted away from her gaze. "I should ask you the same thing, Mrs. Malfoy. As I recall this is my home. I can wander around as I please." I say to her, turning my back to her defiantly.

"It's Narcissa to you. And yes, I realize this is your home but you are out here all alone without a coat!" She explains, tugging at my arm. I just felt a robe draped onto my shoulders. Turning back to face her was a bad idea.

She was wearing a dark green lace negligee that was a few inches above her knee, with ample bosom just hidden behind a thin strip of lace. I cough hard and turn my back once more, trying to mask the blood rushing to my face.

"Thank you, Mrs Malfoy," I say, my voice strained it was foreign to me as well.

"Narcissa." She corrected me once more in an icy tone. Her reputation as an ice queen sure is true, but her warmer side is much more culled.

My resolve was as fleeting as I speak. "Thank you, Narcissa. But you need it more, seeing as. Well, you know..."

She scoffs, "Because I am what dear? Scantly dressed in front of a younger woman I like?"

She's going to be the death of me.

"Not so much for words now are we dear?" She says in a patronizing tone. "Go ahead dear, don't hold your tongue. I seem to remember the fact that you think you could fight with a Black sister, go on right ahead dear."

That was the last straw. I turn facing her, now my cheeks burning not from blushing but straight up anger. "You know what, Narcissa?" I halt my speech.

"What darling?" She asks raising an eyebrow. "What? Not speaking again? However will I-"

The anger inside of me turned into something else, as I kissed her with everything. Pushing her back to the trunk of the oak tree behind us. I caught her off guard.

To my surprise, she was kissing me back. Okay not surprised as when we kissed in my art studio but now, yes surprised. She smelled of spirits, cigarettes, and perfume. A little too intoxicating for me. So I was surprised by myself when I swiped my tongue at her bottom lip and was immediately granted access.

The kiss wasn't like the one earlier, this one was rough, teeth clashed, and I'm pretty sure I drew some blood when I bit her.

Feeling a little bolder, I let my hands roam on her exposed skin. My lips never leave hers, as I swallow the noises she makes.

I part from her for air, as I glance at my handiwork. Narcissa's lips kiss swollen, her negligee askew showing off a little bit more cleavage, the hem of her night dress ridding up her thigh. I would've stopped right then and there had I listened to the voice in my head saying this was a bad idea. I should hate her, her husband, her son.

But I was going in for another kiss.

Narcissa's POV

I think I have spurred on this young woman too much. Not that I should be ashamed, but now that we are making out behind this oak tree, I think I may have overdone it.

Her little outburst on giving me a piece of her mind had turned out to full-on assaulting me with her lips. Not that I don't mind but she's my son's betrothed, if she chooses to be. But the thought of her and Draco has been pushed out of my mind with her lips on my neck, nipping and sucking on my flesh.

I am fully aware of the fact that we are outside of her home, albeit deep in the wooded area, but still very much outside.

She made her way down my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses, still nipping at my skin. Leaving red angry marks, for an eighteen-year-old she is relentless and knows what she's doing. It might have something to do with the book she was reading at Flourish and Blotts.

I was jolted back into reality when the cool air hit my exposed breasts, nipples perking up as she tentatively runs her fingers on them.

"Tell me to stop, Narcissa." She musters, her voice barely a whisper. Her lips ghosted mine while she continues her ministrations. "Tell me to go back to my room, to go try to sleep and not think of you. Tell me to not picture your skin on mine, tell me to not slip my hands between my legs and think it's yours."

Her face was vacant of any other emotion, just pure want.

"Do not." I speak, "Do not do any of those my dear." I pulled her closer, my skin tingling from her touch.

MC's POV

"Do not do any of those my dear." She says as she pulled me closer.

I looked into her eyes, they were the brightest blue you could imagine, but as of the moment, it was the darkest shade of blue you could think of.

We continue our little impromptu rendezvous with her leg wrapped around my hip, as we make out in the woods. Her tall slender frame seems to fit mine, as I try to explore every bit of her exposed skin.

Her neck, her chest, and her breasts have all gotten the attention they deserve. I could feel her warmth radiating from her skin as her negligee slips lower and lower down her body.

'What am I doing?" that little voice in my head keeps repeating as I pop a nipple in my mouth.

I had to put a hand on her mouth due to the noises she was making, sure we're far enough from the manor but, at any moment the groundskeeper could investigate if they were to hear her.

I had to shush her into silence with my hand, halting what I was doing in the process. "Mr. Jacobs would circle us like a hawk if he hears us."

"Then you should've thought twice dear, before taking me right here right now." She said smirking at me condescendingly, removing my hand from her mouth. "But please, don't let me being loud stop you from.. doing what you're doing." She motions to my other hand on her breast.

I groan, blood returning to my cheeks at her words. I wanted to say something but that smirk. I want to wipe it off her face.

She scoffs as if reading my thoughts. "Darling, use your words. It's impolite to have a lady beneath you half naked and you say nothing."

I want to bury myself in the woods with what she was doing to me. She's making me angry and hot all over! "You Black sisters always have to get the last word huh?" I say pushing her farther into the tree.

"Oh my. Mind your temper dear." Her voice was sweet but her eyes were stern. "Now be a good girl and finish me?"

I almost choked on my spit.

I have never been with an older woman, so hearing her curse under her breath and moan must mean I'm doing alright. She's almost completely naked, her negligee on the ground, my mouth on her breast, while she still has me wrapped in her leg. The only thing she has on was a matching dark green thong.

Her two-toned hair was in a mess, parted lips as she pulls me closer to suck on her nipples. I could feel her arousal pooling on my pajamas. But the laundry be damned, I'm too deep into her now.

My hands wandered more, leaving the warmth of her hips now covered in half-moon marks from my nails, finding their way to her core.

I look at her for approval, tentatively touching her through the fabric that was the only thing in the way of me fully exploring her. She lifted my face from her breast and kissed me, taking that as a sign to pursue the path I set on.

I shifted the fabric to the side, exposing her finally to my digits. Her warm release was all I could feel as I ran my fingers up and down her folds. Her moans turned into huffs of air, as I felt my way in her.

"You're so wet, Narcissa." I blurt out, collecting her juices on my fingers.

Her huffs turned into small sharp inhales, as I get past her folds once more. Her eyes rolled back into her head when I came across that sensitive bundle of nerves, starting slow but gradually working out a rhythm.

That was what was said in the book I read to pay particular attention to the most sensitive part of her core, I guess it is paying off right now.

Her breathing became shallow and frantic, her fingers are now tangled in my hair. Tugging whenever I swirl around her clit.

"Darling." She manages between the moans and her shallow breathing. "I need you inside me."

Obliging her request I gather her juices and prepare to enter her. "Are you sure?" I ask.

She kissed me once more, encouraging me as I enter her slowly. She arched her back when I was fully inside her. I could feel her walls squeezing my fingers, but her slickness made it easy to move.

"Tell me when you're close okay?" I say to her, pumping my fingers in and out of her slowly.

She nods and tugs at my hair. "You're doing so good darling." She says as she tilts her head back. "Just like that, darling." she coos again.

To say that this spurred me on even more was an understatement, now all I want to do was get those praises from her.

The only thing that you usually hear in the woods is the sound of the crickets and the hooting of the owls. But right now all I can hear is Narcissa moaning and the slapping of my hand against her cunt.

I never knew that the Malfoy matriarch knows several languages because once I felt her walls squeeze further the barrage of different languages seemed to flow as easily as her juices on my hand. I caught a few curses here and there, nothing like having friends from all over the world attend Hogwarts and the first thing they teach you are the curse words.

Narcissa pulled me closer as if my body was miles away from her, one hand tangled in my hair and one hand scratching down my back. Thank god I was still in my pajamas, but that wouldn't save me from having angry red scratches come morning.

Her fervent cursing, stopped when I kissed her again, swallowing whatever curse words were about to leave her lips. I stepped closer, using the tree as support, placing a hand on the trunk, I lift my thigh to her center for leverage. That seemed to have made the moaning louder. Like, imagine Myrtle in the girl's bathroom but with less wailing and more curses and praise.

I must admit, she looks beautiful in her robes during the party, but as of the moment, this is a sight I am just beholding now. A thin veil of sweat on her skin, her eyes as dark as the sky above, and the sounds she was making. Dear lord.

A few more strokes inside her were indeed needed for her to cum. Her chest heaving, her eyes glossy, and her juices coating my hand and the pajama bottoms I was wearing.

"Such a good girl." She coos as she kissed me. I gently pull out of her, and if I was being honest. I miss the feeling of being inside of her. "Such a good girl, darling. Thank you." She smiles at me.

"I-wow." I deadpan.

"Looks like your reading has paid off, dear." She says lightly chuckling.

I blush hard again, she knows how to push my buttons and make me beet-red. She mentions getting back to her room. "You're welcome to join me if you want some reprieve for your little situation over here." She says gently touching my inner thigh.

She tuts, "You've been very naughty, little darling. Be a dear and hand me my nightgown. It is getting awfully chilly."

I do as told and hand her clothes back to her, once she's fully dressed once more she walks back in the direction of the manor. "And don't think for one second that you're staying out here dear. If you cannot sleep then might as well keep me company," she called as she kept walking. "Come along now."

I follow shortly after contemplating, inside might be more safe than being out in the woods for the werewolves to find. Besides I need to talk to Narcissa about what just happened.

"I'm definitely crushing on Narcissa Malfoy," I thought to myself.

A/N: Thank you for reading this story! Chapter 2 is going to be up, and will have more story! Please consider leaving a favorite, follow, and/or comment! Highly appreciate and love all of you!