A/N: Happy Pride y'all! Happy Monday as well! Actually finished this chapter last Saturday but life got in the way of posting. So here it is now!

Chapter spoilers: It's the day of the party and you just don't want to be at the party scene, especially with Narcissa dancing. So you dance with a warm body. But you're in for a different dance with a dangerous woman.

MC's POV

It had been days since I arrived here in Malfoy Manor, and Narcissa and I had been spending more and more time together, from going on a trip to London to having afternoon tea with Draco, and just hanging out in her greenhouse. Draco had been more accustomed to me in their home, greeting me every morning before we come down to breakfast to just listen to his father rave on about the upcoming party that is going to happen today.

The dress that Narcissa and I had made for me was delivered by owl post last night, I haven't tried it on since it arrived late last night and I was pretty tired from helping out prepare for the party. Even now after breakfast, Narcissa and I are still getting everything ready. Draco tried to help but his mother dismissed him to his room.

"Well, everything should be ready for later!" Narcissa said, placing her wand back in her pocket after adjusting one of the vases in the foyer.

"Do you need help with anything else?" I asked her. The manor looked immaculate, with small ornaments floating in the air, a harp playing Christmas songs on its own, and a fairy light hanging around with live mistletoes hanging.

"Thank you for your help darling, but I think we're all set for later. Why don't you go and freshen up, I'll help do your hair later." She says, shooing me in the direction of my wing.

I was about to walk away when I feel a bit of snow fall onto my face. I looked up and sure enough, there was a brand new mistletoe floating in the air.

Narcissa looked back at me and raised a brow. "I thought I told you to go freshen up darling?"

I just pointed at the plant hovering over her head.

She laughs, pulling me closer and tilting my chin upward. "Well, we don't want to ruin any tradition." She says as she looked deeply into my eyes.

I feel the burn of my cheeks as Narcissa leans in, my eyes closing on their own as I leaned in as well, bracing myself for the kiss.

I felt her lips on mine just very briefly. But when my eyes fluttered back open she was looking at me with her dark brown orbs with so much joy.

"Now, get going, darling!" She says.

I nod, as I turn around and make my way to my side of the manor, touching my lips.

Narcissa's POV

I watched her run up the hall and I'm glad that she has her back turned to me. The smile on my lips is so wide that I'm afraid that it might split my face.

Looking back at the work that we put into arranging everything for the party, I was startled at who was in the foyer standing with her arms folded and smirking.

"Well, well, look at my sister and her little plaything!" She exclaims as she saunters towards me. "Really 'Cissy?"

I turn away from Bellatrix, "Why do you always have to ruin my mood Bella?" trying to pretend to adjust the vase next to me.

"I'm merely asking 'Cissy." She smirks. "Does Lucius know about your little pet?"

My face got hot with her words. "She's not my pet!"

"Feisty!" She cackles. "Then I'm going to assume that Lucius doesn't know."

I scoff at her still ignoring my sister's incessant questions.

"She is cute." Bellatrix trails off, wand on her chin eyes far off in the distance. "Okay. I'll help you 'Cissy!" She jumps on me.

I look at her tentatively, "And by help you mean?"

She just smiles ominously. "You'll know!" She says as she winked at me and walked away.

I sigh, Bella and her tricks, I walked to my wing to finally get ready. I'm hoping that this party won't be a cause of trouble.

MC's POV

I keep looking in the mirror, the sunglow colored square neck dress that came up just above my knees, showing a bit of skin but still modest. It matches and displays my citrine necklace perfectly. I take another hard look in the mirror before I sat in front of the vanity, carefully applying a touch of makeup, first a little foundation, then powder, then blush, and some light lipstick.

The only thing I need to finish was my hair. I grabbed a brush and ran it through my hair, removing the knots and fixing my curls in the process. It's still damp so I may have time to do a quick-dry spell.

I hear the clicking of heels coming from the entrance of my room.

"Darling?" I hear Narcissa call out.

"In here!" I say, pointing my wand at my hair and feeling the light breeze from it.

Narcissa entered the bathroom and my jaw almost drops to the floor.

She's wearing a floor-length olive green evening gown with black accents and long sleeves and a cut down to almost her navel that showed more skin, along with a slit in her gown that came up to her thighs. Her nails were painted black and her hair was half-up in curls, makeup to perfection. She's perfection.

I saw her lips move but no sound registered in my brain. I just look up at her and nod.

She walked up to me and lifted my chin, effectively closing my mouth. So, my jaw did drop.

"No time to ogle, darling. We've still got to do your hair." She says grabbing the brush from my hand.

She stood behind me and ran her fingers through my locks, her fingers twisting and grabbing strands of my hair. She contemplates a bit on how she'll do my hair, ultimately deciding that I should just wear my natural curls down. I could feel her nails digging into my scalp, which made me almost moan at the sensation, I finally just closed my eyes since I didn't want to catch her looking at me in the mirror.

I just felt her pin the sides of my hair near my ear.

"There, all done." She says. "Now open those beautiful eyes and have a look."

I did as told, and scanned my face. The style that she did complement the dress and framed my face just right, showing off my left side which in my opinion is my best side.

Narcissa leaned in by my shoulder, "You look adorable, darling! Very beautiful, yellow is definitely your color." She says her lips dangerously close to my ear that her breath tickles my skin forming goose bumps all over.

We hear a pop in the air and a tiny voice. "Mistress, the guests have arrived. Master is looking for you and the little miss." Trixie's voice permeates the bathroom.

"Thank you, Trixie, make sure all the guests come through to the garden, and serve them everything they need!" Narcissa called back.

"Yes, Mistress!" Trixie replied, finally disapparating.

"Well, why don't we go and meet our guest shall we?" Narcissa said, holding out her hand for me.

The manor was enormous but the Malfoys managed to fill the space of their home, I've met several of their friends, acquaintances, and extended family members be introduced as a potential bride for Draco by Mr. Malfoy, to which none of them seem to pay no mind, they were just going on in their little adult world. I wasn't surprised to see my mother and father in the sea of people, they have mentioned to me when I called them last time that they were going to the Malfoys for the party.

"Sweetheart!" My parents greeted, "You look beautiful, are you enjoying your stay here?"

I nod, giving them half a smile. "I'm well taken care of if that's what you are asking. Nar-Mrs. Malfoy had graciously extended her hospitality to me."

They both smile, my father even gave me a pat on the back. "And how are things going along with you and the young Malfoy?" My father asks.

I didn't answer, I was busy looking at a particular witch that was busy making small talk with her peers.

"Sweetheart, we're sorry that this trip was sprung on you. We promised Lucius that we would at least give you a chance for you and Draco to get closer before you make your decision." My mother says, her eyes genuinely apologizing.

"Yes, well I am here, aren't I? Thanks to you both and Mr. Malfoy." I say through gritted teeth.

"Let's talk about everything when you get home, alright?" My mother says again before I walked away from them.

I grabbed a drink from the floating tray that had passed me, hoping that no one saw me take some alcohol, and headed to the far end of the room without that many people around. I've already heard how notorious the Malfoys are for hosting parties, but seeing it first-hand makes me think that their notoriety is absolutely spot on.

"Such an adult you are little one." I hear a voice to my left, I almost sputter my drink.

I turn to see who spoke, surprised that it was Narcissa's sister Bellatrix.

"Madame Lestrange." I greet her, giving her a curt bow.

"Oh, how cute! I see why 'Cissy likes you." She smiles suggestively. "You would've made a fine bride for my nephew, but I see his mother has you all wrapped in her little finger." She cackles.

I furrow my brows at her words. "Pardon me, Madame Lestrange, but what's that supposed to mean?"

She full-on laughs, "Oh don't mind my ramblings, dear. Just some food for thought." And with that, she skips away, her black curls bouncing with her every step.

Confused as to what she had said, I set out to find another tray of drinks, and maybe some food as well, and try to get as far away from this party for now.

I finally got the food and drinks that I so desperately needed before getting away from the center of the party, eventually summoning my pack of cigarettes from my wing to the steps just outside of the garden, where the place is far enough from the party.

I took a swig of the drink in my hand, opening up the pack of cigarettes that I had brought in case of emergencies, and for me, this counted as an emergency. I take one out and placed it between my lips, eventually lighting it with my wand. I haven't smoked since I got here so the smoke filling my lungs made me cough a bit.

"Should you be smoking in a place full of wizards and witches?" I hear a voice behind me, instantly recognizing it.

"Jeez, Draco! You startled me." I say, almost dropping my cigarette.

"May I?" He motions to the pack of cigarettes on the banister of the steps.

"Didn't know you smoked, but you do you!" I say to him as I toss him the pack.

He borrowed my cigarette to light his. "Not one for parties too huh?"

I shook my head, taking another drag. "No, even when my parents host them, I just nod and be polite. But I just go to my room and talk to Hermione or paint." Blowing out the remaining smoke in my lungs.

Draco nods, he looks at the lights on the party, the faint music coming from the garden, and the jostle of bodies on the dance floor.

We both finish our cigarettes and decided to come back to the party in case some of the adults are looking for us.

The food and drink were flowing, and the gramophone turned to full blast, enchanted for you to hear whatever music you're in the mood for, whatever that music might be.

Draco and I split up, he joined his friends and headed straight to the bar. The floating shaker and jigger are busy working the drinks counter.

I put in my order, a bourbon old-fashioned with two cherries instead of one.

I sat at one of the bar stools anticipating my drink.

"What a party huh?" One of the boys from the Malfoys' acquaintances sat beside me.

I just nod, patiently waiting for my order. "You're the Peterson kid right?"

I raise a brow at him. "Kid?"

He apologized, "Sorry, didn't mean that you get what I meant."

I just dismiss him, as my order comes sliding down the bar counter and into my hand.

"You look like you could use some company, I'm Garrett." He says, extending his hand to me. I ignored him, as I spun in my seat to face the dance floor spotting a familiar witch dancing with her husband.

I've never felt this type of emotion before with watching them together. Laughing, him touching her with his hands almost on her ass. No, I shouldn't be jealous of Mr. Malfoy touching his wife. But why am I?

I down the drink in my hand and pound the glass on the counter and order another round.

"You sure you want to drink that much?" Garrett says to me, eyes curiously studying me.

"I'm sure. Besides, they're too busy to notice." I say, plopping the last cherry in my mouth. "So, Garrett, what brings you here?"

I found out that Garrett was a son of someone in the ministry, I didn't catch his parent's name, nor did I care to catch it. My eyes were still trained on Narcissa dancing with her husband. We spoke for almost half an hour before I decided that it was best to just wallow in the alcohol and drawl on the conversation with Garrett.

"You maybe wanna dance?" Garrett says, his face almost next to mine.

What made me agree to dance I would never know. Maybe it was the alcohol now running in my bloodstream, or the fact that I'm pissed at watching Narcissa be touched by someone else, even though that someone else is her husband who treated her like shit in the confines of her home, or I don't know. And I didn't want to justify dancing with a random stranger that I met an hour ago.

I just held his hand and let him lead me to the dance floor. The music in my ears is lively, like a live band that Hermione and I used to listen to perform in the streets of London. The beat was electric, the bass making my chest pound in the rhythm. Garrett matched my movements, I guess he's hearing something similar. He got closer and I guess something changed in what he was listening to. He pulled me closer and gripped my hips, not that I minded, so I let him. Touching his chest and just letting all my inhibitions and frustrations out on the dance floor. He ground into me and I didn't care, it was only when he was leaning in for a kiss that I suddenly feel a pair of hands pull me apart from Garrett, whipping me around I almost got whiplash from the speed. A pair of stern dark brown eyes greet me, her cheeks red and her painted nails digging into my skin.

I wanted to protest, to get out of her grip, but the more I struggled, the more her grip tightened.

"A little inappropriate for our party, don't you think?" Narcissa chastised Garrett. "What would your mother say? Run along, Mr. Underwood."

Narcissa pulled me over back to the direction of the manor, ignoring the stares of their guests and my weak protests.

She marched me over to my wing of the manor, hurling the door to my wing and almost pushing me inside. It was getting dark outside, which made the glow of the candles in the room a bit glaring to my eyes.

"What were you doing?" Narcissa demanded.

I plop down on the couch, the alcohol finally inebriating me enough. "I don't know what you're talking about Mrs. Malfoy!" I say to her trying to ignore the unamused look on her face.

"Do not, start with me!" Narcissa warns as she walked towards me.

"What, I danced with someone that asked me to dance. You were out dancing for hours, you don't see me complain." I say to her defiantly.

"Don't think that I don't notice you drinking too much. What did I say about you and your drinking?" She chastises me.

"That it's bad and blah blah blah!" I say in a mocking tone. "It's a party, am I not to enjoy myself, Narcissa?"

She scoffs. "You're enjoying it too much, darling."

"And if I did? What does that have to do with you?" I say standing up from the couch as if challenging her.

Narcissa's POV

The little darling is pushing too hard, and I can barely hold it any longer. I swore that I wouldn't but there's this angry bubble inside of me that just wants to burst like a damn threatening to crumble, taking my resolve along with it.

"Because!" I say in an exasperated tone, stepping into her space.

We're almost nose to nose now. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, I could feel her trembling, and another feeling masking as anger.

"So, now you're the one who wouldn't use her words." She scoffs.

"I didn't like you dancing with him!" I sputter. "I don't like seeing you be touched or hit on, by anyone else other than me!" I continued.

I just felt my imaginary dam break as I surge forward and capture her lips in a sweeping kiss. My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. I could feel my anger melting as the kiss deepens. Her hands firmly land on my hips, nails digging into the fabric of my gown. Lips moving in sync with mine, she swipes her tongue on the bottom of my lip, and I yield dominance as her tongue enters my mouth.

I grab fistfuls of her dark brown curls, ruining them in the wake of my fingers knotting in her hair. Her tongue retracts and her teeth now find my bottom lip effectively trapping it and tugging lightly and releasing. She leans back in to claim my lips, her kisses turning hungry and possessive.

We parted for air, her flushed cheeks illuminated by the candles in the room. Her eyes are now a shade darker, her lipstick now mixed with mine on her lips smudging on the corners of her mouth sloppily.

"Call me greedy, but I don't like it when they touch what's mine." I purr in her ear.

I suddenly feel too hot in this garment, feel that I need to touch her and her touch me, the whole time we're together had been instances that we could've gone all the way if not for infernal knocks and interruptions.

I grab her hand and pulled her up the stairs, thankful for the cover of the night and the thick walls of my home.

I close the door to the bedroom, slowly sauntering to her by the bed.

"Narcissa." She whispers. "Please."

I run a hand down her neck to the pendant hanging on her neck. "Please what darling?"

"Touch me." She says, looking into my eyes.

I did not waste time after her request, and grabbed her waist placing open wet kisses down her neck, slipping her dress off her shoulders, and letting the garment fall to the floor as I take her lips again. Being gentle was not on our agenda today, letting her claw on my chest and back.

She's left clad in her underwear, a strapless bra, and just panties, I looked at her entirely, my eyes just slowly dragging across her exposed skin.

She lifted her arms to cover her chest, I reached for her hand and held it on my own as I scan her eyes for any hesitation. I leaned in again brushing my lips against hers, she parted my lips to welcome mine, deepening it as I gently nudge her to the bed.

"Darling." I breathe in her lips. "I need to get out of this," I say breaking our searing kiss.

She helped me get out of what I was wearing, unzipping the back of my gown, as she placed kisses down my back, leaving me in my underwear as well.

I turn to her to find her biting her lip, eyes on my chest, and her hands grazing my thigh, I could feel my arousal pool between my thighs as her fingers graze higher and higher eventually settling just above my hips.

I gasp as her fingertips explore my exposed skin, her warmth spreading across my skin leaving goose bumps in their wake.

She was gentle but I could tell that this side of her wouldn't last, if anything she was holding back.

"Darling." I breathe, straddling her.

My hand had made its way to her back, releasing the clasp of the cloth that interfered with me fully touching her, finally, the offending article of clothing dropped in my hand. I threw it over my shoulder and caught her mound of flesh in my hand. Her peaks instantly erect between my fingers as I pinch and tug lightly. I swear, I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head.

I kissed her lips, down to her throat, nipping and sucking at the base of her collarbone, making sure that the mark was visible even from afar, my hand. never leaving her breast.

Her breathing was ragged and shallow, her whines and yelps stuck in her throat every time my teeth graze her skin. I left a few more marks, hidden ones that only she would know where it is. I could feel her heat radiating from her center, feel her pulse quicken when I run my hands through her hair.

"You're so beautiful." She manages to look at me between her breaths and biting her lips from all my stimulation. "You're so fucking beautiful, 'Cissa."

I trailed my hand to her stomach, feeling the taut of her skin before I reach where I know she needed me the most. I push her gently down pinning her shoulder against my palm and the bed. Watching her intently and being deliberate on where my path is. I stop at the hem of her underwear, the final article of clothing that was left on her body, taking my fingers and slowly hooking my fingers in the band and gently tugging, rolling it off her legs keeping her legs under my thighs. My eyes trail the path to where my hand is, finally feeling her with my fingertips.

She gasps when I reached the part of her folds, cursing under her breath, and writhing beneath me. I lean in to take her lips again, sweeping my hair to one side. Her body seemed to tense when I brush at the bundle of nerves, I pulled back from her lips, just mesmerized by her and how her body reacts to my touch. I could feel her slick coat my fingers to the knuckle and could almost smirk, I caused this. And I'm determined to show her that I'm not playing around when I said I don't like it when someone else touched her. I flipped our position so she's now straddling me, giving me a better access to touching her and watching her. Her hands land on my shoulder stabilizing herself as I enter her slowly and consciously.

I let her adjust to the sensation of me inside her, head tipped back in gusto, her half-lidded eyes glazed, her mouth agape, whimpering as she takes me in to my final knuckle. She's so fucking wet, I could almost feel my slick soak through what I'm wearing, and I wouldn't be surprised if it did.

I piston my finger in her, settling for a speed that made the most noise, that made her eyes roll to the back of her head, that made her walls clench, until a slew of 'fucks' were escaping her lips. Adding more sensation I popped a nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue on the little knob, lightly bit and sucked.

Her eyes flew open when she felt my tongue on her tits. "Holy fuck!"

I chuckle, her nipple pops out my lips with an audible 'pop'. "Language, darling."

She managed to reposition herself so we're eye level, "With how you're doing? How can you expect me to control myself?" She breathlessly said.

I playfully smack her ass cheek, "Well then, if you're going to be a bad little darling then I might as well just stop."

"Don't you dare, Narcissa!" Her eyes are the darkest shade now, the hunger in them almost primal. "Then be a good girl for me?" I tell her, switching my rhythm, that earned me a low groan from her. "That's right, you're such a good girl, darling."

I feel her hips sync with the rhythm of my finger, meeting my every thrust, her walls squeezing me even further; her whimpers fuel me on. She ground her hips to keep up with the friction, I could tell that she was close to bliss, I thought twice if I wanted to expedite her arrival to her peak. She deserved to feel how much I want her, how much I crave her, so I went slow, but deep. Hitting her spot and unlocking a new melody from her throat. I almost growl, when I feel her walls clench down on my digit in one final effort as she comes.

I watched as ecstasy takes over her, holding her frame as she dug her nails into my skin leaving scratches in their path. I relish the pain on my shoulders. The final aftershocks that made her body tremble were finally done. She caught her breath, her eyes were still a little glossed over, and her legs still quivering from the intensity. It was different from the first time when she used my thigh to ride me and bring herself to come. How she moaned, how she cursed, everything.

I pull out of her completely and she shivers a little. "Such a good girl for me!" I say lifting my finger and sucking off the tip.

Now that she was back on Earth, her eyes were trained on me. "That was intense." She musters, her breath still a little uneven. "So, yours huh?" She smirks at me.

I trailed her collarbone, admiring the angry red marks on her skin that I made. I hum. "Well, now you truly are."

MC's POV

I looked down at my chest and notice the marks that Narcissa had made. The largest one was in no way, shape, or form manageable to be hidden with the clothes I have packed. I'm just thankful that I have an excuse to wear a scarf even indoors.

"Well, I think it's my turn to do that;" I say to her, planting my ass fully on her lap, ignoring the throb of my core.

I removed her bra, discarding it on the floor, wasting no time in capturing her nipples between my fingers and my lips respectively. Her fingers instinctively knot in my hair, keeping me close to her chest. I caught her skin between my teeth, biting and sucking until one, then two, three marks are now across her chest. There's no way she's wearing that gown now, as all the marks are visible from the neckline. I pulled away from her chest, proud of my work.

Her head just tilts back as I continue my assault on her chest, I added several more marks on her skin, careful not to put it on somewhere conspicuous.

I asked her to move up the bed so she had a more comfortable position, I ran my palms from her neck down to her hips, helping her out of her lace panties. I can't help but admire her, as I let my eyes roam all over her.

"You're staring, darling." She says, looking at me dead in the eye.

"How can I not? You're so fucking beautiful, Narcissa." I tell her, squeezing her hips. I positioned myself between her legs, bringing back the memory of the thing that I read in one of the books I found in the library about pleasuring one's partner.

I lowered myself so my exposed sex met hers. And let me tell you, it was a different sensation, a different form of ecstasy. I hear Narcissa moan when I made contact with her as I rocked my hips against hers.

It didn't take long before the abundance of curses in different languages came and left her lips with every bump and grind. I lifted her leg on my shoulder to have better access, and that seemed to have done the trick as the barrage of languages came flooding.

She held on to my thighs seemingly like her life depended on it, and I could tell that she was close to her edge when she grabbed me and kissed me hard.

I came for the second time, collapsing on her chest. My heart was pounding in my ears, the rush of blood to my core, we were both spent. I could feel her release on my thigh.

We stayed like that until both of us had caught our breaths, I listened to her heartbeat as it steadied, almost lulling me to sleep. I felt Narcissa's hand smooth my hair down telling me how good I am and that I'm her good little darling.

I looked back at her, her eyes now back to those dark browns that I would love to get lost in, looking back at me. She pulls me into a kiss, a slow, gentle kiss. We stayed in silence, the party long forgotten in our minds.

We just held each other under the covers, fingers intertwined, not even bothering to pick up the strewn clothes on the floor. We fell asleep next to each other.

I was woken up by what I thought was the door to my room opening and closing. I look over to where Narcissa was before I passed out, and sure enough, her naked sleeping form was still under the covers, deciding that I must've been dreaming about the sound of the door opening and closing I placed my head back on the pillow, and drifted off to sleep next to Narcissa, not hearing the voices just outside the door that belonged to her son and her sister.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! See y'all next Monday! Chapter inspirations: Ariana Grande's Greedy and Dangerous woman! That was what MC was hearing during her time on the dance floor.