A/N: I forgot the Monday update completely! Happy Memorial Day to y'all! Also, I forgot to preface the time of this fic, we're in the iPhone era for this one so think iPhone 6-ish, this is unedited so pardon the typos and run-ons. Anyways happy reading!

MC's POV

Mr. Malfoy was true to his word of having an early day today, he had their house elf wake me at seven.

Waking up in a foreign bed was jarring for a bit until I registered that I fell asleep on Narcissa's lap last night, I blushed at the thought, vaguely remembering Narcissa's coaxing words on getting off the couch and getting into bed. I don't remember much after that.

I walked over to the bath to get ready for the day after I had rubbed the sleep off my eyes and done my morning stretches. The clawfoot tub in the center of the room with the frosted glass letting just enough sunlight. I settled in the tub and started my bath, trying my damnest to remember last night with Narcissa.

In the midst of my drying off, I heard heels clicking toward the bathroom and Narcissa's voice echoing just outside the door.

"Darling, are you decent?" Narcissa asked.

I didn't answer, quickly wrapping myself in the dark bathrobe that hung by the vanity, not even minding my curls dripping water everywhere.

"Now I am!" I say as I swung the door open.

Narcissa smiles at me. "Good morning, darling." She noticed how my hair is still sopping wet. "Darling, if you don't dry your hair you'll catch a cold!" She walked past me and grabbed another towel and handed it to me.

"Now, dry off quickly and get dressed. I'll meet you down the hall for breakfast." She said, pointing to my hair and exiting the wing I was in.

I did as I was told, grabbing my wand to help me quickly dry my hair off with a quick drying spell, put my hair in a bun, and got dressed. I didn't know what was on the agenda for today, so I just dressed as casually as possible. A pair of ripped jeans, a white blouse that modestly showed the necklace around my neck, and a pair of boots that I remembered to pack.

I headed towards the end of the hall to where Narcissa's room should be and poked my head through the door. "Narcissa?" I call out.

It took a few seconds before I got a response. "In here darling!" Narcissa calls out.

I followed where her voice was coming from, and walked in on her pinning her hair back, exposing the lighter tone of her hair by her ears. "Well look at you!" She exclaims as she saw me enter her vanity area, smiling at me.

"You should see yourself," I reply, looking at her from her perfectly pinned hair down her black wedge heels. She's wearing regular muggle clothes similar to mine, a deep green long-sleeved blouse and black tights that hugged her in all the right places.

"Oh this old thing." She says, giving a little twirl. "I took heed to your advice before about muggle clothes and bought a few pairs when I visited muggle London."

I must be drooling or something because Narcissa had to call my name a few times before my eyes transfixed on hers again. "I-uh. Yeah, it looks great on you."

She chuckles, "I was trying to ask you if you're ready for breakfast. But it looks like your mind is somewhere else?" She smiles.

Am I doing this now? Flirting with Narcissa Malfoy? I blush. "I-I.." I stammer.

"Yes, darling?" She manages.

Our little flirty banter was interrupted by Mr. Malfoy's voice booming somewhere outside the halls, calling to Narcissa.

"That must be our cavalry. Come now, darling. Breakfast is waiting." She says as she grabs my arm and we exit her room.

Breakfast was less awkward than last night's dinner. Mr. Malfoy's attitude drastically changed with Draco around. Now he cannot stop talking about my decision-making and what we would prepare for the nuptials if I say yes.

I try to avoid Narcissa's eyes because I don't want her to think that I'm actively trying to participate in the discussion of marriage, especially to her son.

We finished breakfast and Mr. Malfoy announced that they were in fact hosting a party, some sort of welcome home for Draco and me, and a Christmas party altogether. He asked me if I had brought any appropriate clothes for the event, I was about to answer when thankfully Draco did it for me.

"You didn't even want her to know that she's coming here. Let alone bring a dress to a party. How would she have known to pack those?" Draco defiantly answered his father. Mr. Malfoy was visibly angered at Draco's outburst, he shot warning glances at his son.

"Now, now. Why don't we make it a little bit less formal?" Narcissa spoke up, putting down the coffee cup in her hand. "Would that suffice for you, Lucius? That wouldn't hurt right?"

"I suppose not." Mr. Malfoy replied through gritted teeth. "But please, Narcissa. Get her something decent to wear. I would not have her be introduced to everyone as Draco's potential bride wearing those muggle clothes. And while you are at it, change."

"I'm rather fond of this outfit. But, thank you, Lucius. I am due for a wardrobe change." Narcissa says, her tone was cold and calculated, like any minute she will jump from her seat and strike her husband across the face.

Draco and I just looked at each other. He seemed to apologize with his eyes and how the way he looked at me. In my head it was I'm sorry my father is being a dickhead.

Mr. Malfoy had gotten up from his seat, his ears are turning a shade of pink. "Just get the girl some clothes." He says sweeping his robes as he walked back.

Draco sighed and held his head in his palms. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Narcissa remained quiet for some moments.

"Are you still going down to Diagon Alley?" Draco inquired his mother. "Am I still needed to join?"

Narcissa shook her head, "I'm sure your father would understand if you don't want to join us Draco." She smiled at her son. "You may join us if you want to, but if not you may also stay."

Draco opted to stay, taking his broom out to fly over the countryside. His mother reminded him to come back in time for supper, mentioning to stick to the grounds as she doesn't want a repeat of the incident two years ago.

Narcissa summoned our cloaks as we stepped into the fireplace that serves as a way to the floo. She adjusted the straps to my cloak before she said our destination.

To be frank I wanted to apparate instead. But Narcissa insisted on using the floo network, mentioning that it was more convenient than apparating. "Less bodily harm." She mentions.

We finally walked over to Madam Milkin's shop, the line wasn't that long and Madam Milkin already had my measurements.

"My you've grown several inches!" Madam Milkin exclaims as she waves off the tape measure that was measuring the length of my would-be dress. "Would you like some tea, Mrs. Malfoy/" She offered Narcissa.

Narcissa smiled and politely declined. "Thank you, we have a rather full day today."

Once Madam Milkin was done with all the measurements, and the design was approved by Narcissa, we left immediately. I didn't even get a glimpse of the work that Madam Milkin had put in.

I eyed Narcissa curiously. The older witch sensed my gaze, "It's a surprise." She says, winking at me.

Narcissa had led me through the leaky cauldron, leaving our cloaks behind, mentioning that she wanted to explore London again. So we did just that.

We walked out the entrance of the leaky cauldron to the streets of London. Muggles paid us no mind, absorbed in their own world. Good thing that I settled on muggle clothes during this trip, Narcissa almost blended in with the crowds of passing muggles in her attire. You wouldn't even notice her wand tucked in her coat.

"So where do you want to go?" I asked her.

She shrugged, "You know London more than I do. So, lead the way, darling!" She says.

Narcissa's POV

I enjoyed her little exuberance in showing me around London. The last time we had been here we had been with her muggle friend. Now it's just the two of us exploring the sights, and as she mentioned "tourist spots". The muggles paid us no mind, ditching our cloaks for just muggle clothing items was the right call. I'm getting rather fond of the style in their clothing in exchange for the cloaks that I'm used to wearing.

By midday, we have already seen many of the tourist sights in London.

"Are you hungry yet?" She asked me. "I know a place not far from here where we can grab a bite if you are."

"A bit, we did walk around most of the day." I say to her.

She nods, reaching for my hand and lacing our fingers together leading the way to the spot where she had mentioned.

We didn't stray that far off the way from the way in which we came, so we reached the spot fairly quickly. We entered the quaint shop that had a bell when you entered.

Someone greeted us. "Good noon to you ladies! Party for two?"

"Yeah, we'll take a booth if it is available!" She mentions to the person that had greeted us.

The young man eventually seated us in the seat that she had requested and mentioned that she will be coming back with a menu.

"Hermione and I ate here last time before we went to Diagon Alley last time. They don't serve alcohol at this hour but they open up the pub side of things when it's six o'clock" She says draping her coat over her seat.

We chat about the sights we'd seen, she brought up the man that looked like Severus that was on the bridge with us. I laughed, as she imitated the man looking like Severus but completely muggle. A sort of inside joke between us.

The young man that greeted us came back with the menus. She took the liberty of ordering for us, saying that I should try the lasagne that they served there.

Our order arrived and the young man set down the plates and said that if we need anything we should call him, I did not appreciate however how he wink at the little darling before he went away.

"Well, that young man seemed to have a liking to you." I say as I grab a napkin.

She shrugs, "What him?"

I raise my brow at her but say nothing, looking over at the young man whose eyes are pretty much glued to her before one of the people with him behind the counter smacks his head. I smirk, not even disguising my reaction.

We finish our meal and wait for the young man so we could pay for our meal, once he was back at our table he handed the piece of paper to the little darling, as if ignoring me, and just speaking with her.

"Did you enjoy your food?" He quickly glances at me and then back to my little darling.

"Yeah, I used to go here with my friend but she's not available," She says.

"Oh, how sweet you brought your mom." The young man smiles, bringing forward a brown bag from behind him. "And here's a little extra treat. On the house." he says flashing her a charming smile.

"Thanks, I guess? And she's not my mom." She says, turning the bag over clearly with numbers scribbled on the side with the words call me.

The young man across me must've been feeling bold as he lay a hand on the backrest of the seat my darling was on. "If you're in the city again, maybe I could take you out sometime-"

As if on instinct I reached across the table taking her hand in mine. "Thank you for your lovely service, young man."

His eye would've popped out of his head if it could as he watched me interlace my fingers with hers. "Darling, it's time to go. We still need to get something." I say standing up.

"Oh, alright, I'll just pay upfront." She says grabbing her coat and the piece of paper, walking towards the front of the place.

Now, I am not a big woman per se, but the way this young man seemed to have looked smaller as I stood by him. "Again, thank you for your service," I say to him again. "I'm not her mother, I'm her lover." I say to him walking away, I look back at him and smiled as I joined the little darling by the door putting my arm around her.

MC'S POV

I kept on looking at Narcissa who was smirking the whole time after we exited the restaurant. I tried to ask her what the deal was about with him and the waiter guy but she just brushed it off with a smile every time.

She kept her arms around my shoulder as we walked, and I'm not complaining, the cold is now seeping into my coat so I'm glad for the additional warmth.

"So where do I get this phone that you were saying I need to get?" She suddenly blurts out as we pass a group of girls my age, just looking at her in awe.

"Why do you want a phone all of a sudden?" I asked her.

"Well, you gave me your number and that boy gave you his, so I think it's time I get this phone you've been talking about?" She says to me keeping her eye on the path we're on, ignoring the giggle of the group of girls at were clearly gawking at her.

I dragged her to a phone store, still wrapping my mind that she wants a phone all of a sudden because some guy gave me his number.

"Is she jealous? What the hell did he say to that guy that had her smirking like that earlier?" I think to myself as we pass rows upon brightly lit screens in the store.

We go up to the counter to ask for some assistance in choosing a phone, most of the muggle-born wizards and witches I know, know how to operate a phone. So I opted for something that matches mine.

We go to the row of the newly released models and to no surprise, Narcissa chooses the sleek black one.

The clerk at the store explains how to operate the phone to her, I try to chime in whenever I can to add some valuable information. I looked over at Narcissa, trying to absorb everything that the clerk was explaining.

I've never seen her so baffled like this; like a fish out of water trying to walk on land, she still looks so poised as her brows knit when the clerk handed the phone in her hand.

"So how does one call in this device?" She inquires.

The clerk explains that there would be a sim card included with the phone and that they could set her up with a plan for that.

After forty-five minutes in the store of both me and the clerk trying to help out Narcissa with her new phone, we left triumphantly with her phone in her purse.

I animatedly explain to her about video chat, which left her more confused.

"Well basically it's like calling but you can see me and I can see you. Even if we're in separate parts of the world." I tell her.

She just nods, "But let's stick to calling in the meantime."

I explained to her how taking photos and videos works, how she can use the text function with the keyboard, and everything else.

"Oh, and you can have a photo as your background, for when you lock your phone, I can help you take a photo if you want. I doubt you want leaves as a background."

"Well, there is something I'd like to take a photo of, could you show me how to?"

I fished out my phone from my pocket since her model and mine don't differ that much. Showing her how she can open up the camera app and press the button to take a photo. She primarily takes a photo of the scenery in front of us, just a snowy part of a park, a little blurred but steady enough so you could see the details in the photo.

I smiled, she had a good angle and if it wasn't a little shaky then I would have asked her if she had never really owned a camera.

She tried taking more photos, trying to get a hang of the phone in her hands and keeping it still; when I noticed a red bubble in my messages. I open up my messages and see that Hermione had texted me an update of sorts. She's been helping out with her dad's dental clinic, there had been another child-biting incident, to which I smiled picturing Mr. Granger yanking out his gloved hand away from a child's chompers.

I hear the shutter of the camera again. "There! Much clearer." Narcissa exclaims beside me.

I raise a brow at her when I notice that her phone was pointed towards me. "Narcissa!" I exclaim, my cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

She smiles. "What, darling? Your smile is too hard to pass up on!" She says crossing her legs.

"Would you at least show me the photo?" I say to her trying not to look at her.

I opened up her gallery, the photo of me looking down on my phone a cheesy grin plastered on my face looking down on my phone. I feel my cheeks getting hotter.

"It's cute right?" She mentions leaning over my shoulder to peer back on the screen.

I just nod lightly.

Narcissa's POV

I'm highly proud of myself at this moment, capturing her in a photo with this muggle item in my hands. It feels a tad bit weird that I cannot see the photo move, unlike the enchanted portraits that I have in my home. But it displays and accentuates her features and everything I like about her so vividly and so elegantly. The way her gentle curls cascade down her shoulder, how the tip of her nose is a little red due to the nipping of the frost around us, how the afternoon sun just illuminates her dark brown eyes and bright smile. I'm proud of myself.

She hands me back my phone, and I look at the photo again, smiling at myself with this elated feeling.

"Would you like to take a photo together?" She whispers, her cheeks burning bright red.

I nod and she scoots closer to me, as she put up her phone past our eye level. I could see myself on the bright screen in front of us which makes me jump a bit.

"It's like a mirror!" I say.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you it also has a camera in the front so you can take photos of yourself." She explains.

We snapped one photo, and she seemed not pleased that she asked for one more.

She said that I should smile before she counted back from three before she pressed the big white circle on the screen, I was surprised when I felt her lips on my cheek. Then I heard the sound of the camera going off.

She pulls back as she inspects the photo, grinning to herself like I did with a deep blush on her face, and fidgeting on her screen. She finally stops with whatever she was doing to show me the phone. It was the photo of us her lips on my cheek with my surprised face.

"I like that one!" I say to her grinning back.

She smiles, "I could send it to you so we have a matching one if you'd like to?"

"Send? How?" I ask.

She was about to explain the whole ordeal of the sending before she just gave up and asked for my phone. She fidgets on the screen once more, waiting for a moment then moves on to my phone and continues her fidgeting on it.

She finally shows me the byproduct of her tinkering.

Both our phones now show the photo where she's kissing my cheek, she pressed a button on my phone, and when it lit up again it showed the picture of her that I took along with the time.

"Looks lovely, darling!" I say to her, admiring the phone in her hand. I reached for it and accidentally grabbed her hand.

I stopped midway but she didn't pull away from me. So I continued to hold her hand with the phone in it. We just smile at each other, basking in the cold air and the light of the afternoon.

MC's POV

We finally got back to Diagon Alley before the sun had officially set. We held each other's hand as we walked to the doors of the pub, just letting go before we stepped in the doors of the Leaky Cauldron, to grab our cloaks and head on over to the floo.

Once we were back at Malfoy Manor we didn't see Mr. Malfoy or Draco around the foyer or the living room. So, we just made our way back to my wing of the manor.

Narcissa had Trixie make supper and asked if Mr. Malfoy had been around. To which the little house elf responded that she hasn't seen her master for some time since we left. So, Narcissa dismissed her. We dropped by Draco's wing before we headed up to mine.

I hear Narcissa call on Draco, and have a short conversation with him; letting him know that supper will be ready soon and to wash up and come down when she calls. We finally head on up the wing I'm staying in when Narcissa exited Draco's.

"I had fun today." Narcissa says as we walked into the hall of her home. She reached for my hand, gently sipping her fingers between the spaces of mine.

I smile, giving her hand a squeeze. "I did too, but I'm still confused with what you said with the waiter back at the restaurant."

We reached the door of my wing and enter the room hand in hand, "It's nothing, I just told him I wasn't your mother."

I reach the center of the room and spin around to face her, "So why the smirky face when you walked away from him?" I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Nothing, darling. It was nothing." She smirks at me. "I just put him in his place, what's a Black Sister's is a Black Sister's only."

I scoff. "Meaning what? You got jealous of a muggle waiter hitting on me?"

She rolls her eyes at me, walking past me and plunking down on the couch in the middle of the room, I turn again and face her. "Jealousy is such an ugly word, I prefer being possessive, thank you very much."

I walked over to her sitting on the armrest of the couch, "And you're possessive over me?"

"And we wanted to see each other last night but were too afraid to actually see each other." She utters.

"What?!" I say, almost doubling back at her words.

"Oh, I thought we were stating the obvious, darling." She smirks.

I groan, "Narcissa!" I say swatting her arm.

She chuckles, "Darling, a good girl doesn't hit a lady."

I blushed when she said, good girl. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" She says, and I almost choke on my own tongue.

I didn't notice how far I have moved on the couch from the armrest to being right next to her. This proximity is driving me insane.

She was looking at me so intently that we only broke eye contact from the knock on the door. Narcissa got up to open the door to reveal Trixie saying that supper is ready and we can now come down to eat. Thank whoever for the little house elf because I don't know what I would've done if she hadn't knocked. (Well, I do know what I would've done but I pushed it out of my mind for now.)

Narcissa beckoned me to the door and I followed, time for supper.

A/N: Might not post on Thursday because I'm getting a brand-new tattoo! So, see you all on Monday!