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Afterparty – Chapter Thirty-Two

Narcissa watched as her elder sister rocked the tiny child in her arms to sleep, his gray eyes snapping open every now and then before closing – a sign he was almost asleep. When Edward Remus Lupin, or Teddy as he preferred, had seen a portrait of a younger Draco in Narcissa's wing of the Manor, he instantly changed his current eye color to match his first cousin once removed. Narcissa couldn't do anything but to smile at the little boy, seeing the Black features on his small face reminiscent of her own son. Now Andromeda was trying to put him to sleep before they could continue with Narcissa's "education". The blonde matriarch sipped on her herbal tea as she patiently waited until her niece's son fell into a slumber. Truth be told, Narcissa hadn't asked about Nymphadora, her niece, nor Remus nor Ted – Narcissa didn't know how. She didn't think she could just apologize so easily for the death of her sister's family even though Narcissa played no part. Especially when her niece's death was at the hand of their sister. Gulping down the guilt Narcissa felt, she continued drinking her now tasteless tea. The trio were currently in Narcissa's drawing room, one of her favourite rooms in the Manor. It was a rich teal, four French styled chairs surrounding a long, rectangular cherry table. Two, oval shaped, smaller wooden tables were on the opposite ends of the room; one table held a glass vase of white roses and the other usually had a stack of magical books and magazines but was currently Narcissa and Andromeda's tea table. The high arched windows had white gray curtains pulled but usually let the sunlight in. The only portrait in the room was currently empty but it was one home to Elladora Black and Ursula Flint; Narcissa had taken it from Grimmauld Place when she had helped Harry Potter redecorate after she asked for it. The young war hero didn't mind, insisting when he realized Elladora was Narcissa's ancestor. Both Black sisters had been invited to tonight's festivities of celebrating the war hero, but Narcissa politely declined as did Andromeda – but for different reasons.

"You didn't answer as to why the change of heart, Cissa."

Andromeda quietly said, stroking her grandson's back as she bounced around gently. Her back was to Narcissa and Narcissa imagined that Andromeda was Bellatrix for a second, sadness washing over her before she looked away. Both elder Black sisters had more noticeable features that made their familiar relations obvious while blonde haired, blue eyed Narcissa's genes were under constant rumors. The younger Black took another sip before placing her teacup down on the saucer that sat on top of a centuries old table.

"You didn't ask."

Narcissa responded. Andromeda turned her head to cast a weary look at her sister and that earned a sigh from her.

"I've always had my doubts, Dromeda."

Narcissa said before continuing,

"However, at the current time, our family, my social circles, I couldn't express those concerns."

Andromeda turned around to face her sister, her dark eyes widening, pausing her bouncing as she looked at Narcissa.

"What made you change your mind fully then?"

Andromeda finally asked. Narcissa paused briefly before answering,

"My son."

Andromeda and Narcissa stared at one another, different thoughts running through their heads while Narcissa tried her best to not hear her sister's loud thoughts; her grandson snoozing on her chest, Andromeda rose an eyebrow. Narcissa tilted her head to no longer look at her.

"The soon-to-be Lord Malfoy has an interest in muggleborns?"

Andromeda goaded. Narcissa couldn't help but to smirk at her teasing, missing her sister and her personality so. She hadn't known how much until they started talking once more. Narcissa always felt a part of her gone when Andromeda left and Bellatrix slowly fall into insanity, but she didn't let herself sit in those feelings until recently. Narcissa nodded before turning her head to look back at her older sister.

"One particularly, but it's an assumption thus far. Ellie."

Narcissa answered and called the head elf of the manor to change the topic of conversation; Narcissa herself didn't fully realize the situation between her son and Hermione Granger. It was still too early to tell anyone, even if she wanted to. Ellie popped in, bulbous brown eyes peering up at the Lady of the House. The Malfoy elves all wore the same outfit when serving, mini trousers and long-sleeved shirt in random shades of blue.

"Mistress called?"

Her baritone voice earning a stifled giggle from Andromeda – she hadn't expected that.

"Bring the bassinet down so Mr. Lupin can nap comfortably, please."

Narcissa instructed. Ellie nodded once, snapping her long fingers and a pale blue bassinet appeared before Andromeda. It was the same bassinet that her son had slept in and his father before him and his father before him, preserved for the Malfoy family; blue was the Malfoy family color.

"Thank you, Ellie."

Narcissa said and with that, the elf dissapparated. Andromeda slowly placed the sleeping toddler down before taking her seat next to Narcissa. Taking a sip of her own tea, Andromeda smirked into her cup.

"Does this muggleborn have a name?"

She asked bringing the dead topic back into conversation. Narcissa rolled her eyes but finally quietly answered,

"Miss Granger. Don't gloat, Dromeda."

Andromeda's smirk widened as she set her teacup down in her lap. Her dark eyes were twinkling and Narcissa suspected she already had an inkling of her son's affections towards the war heroine; it didn't surprise Narcissa as her sister was closer to the golden trio than she was.

"Then let's continue with the history of second Great War before I can gloat some more."

Andromeda said. However, Ellie popped back in before both sisters could continue.

"Mistress has most obtuse visitors. She is demanding to speak to Mistress."

Ellie said lowly and before Narcissa could ask who was making demands in her home, Daphne Greengrass practically ran in with her younger sister at her heel. Narcissa sighed internally, cursing the day she gave the younger Greengrass a tour of her home. She had hopes the Greengrass girl would be her daughter-in-law and had prematurely set out to get her comfortable with the manor – that came back biting her in the arse. Daphne had red blotches all over her face while Astoria was pale behind her. Both witches were dressed modestly for them; Daphne had on a slip of a champagne-colored dress, almost reaching her ankles with pale pink ballet flats, and her long hair flowing behind her. Astoria had on dark colored trouser, similar flats, matching blazer on her upper half, and her dark hair pulled into a low bun. Narcissa assumed they weren't out and about before they paid her a visit. Narcissa rose a delicate eyebrow, pointedly looking at the bassinet, before addressing her so-called visitors.

"Ladies."

She clippedly said. The older Greengrass's eyes darted back and forth from the Narcissa to the bassinet to Andromeda and back to Narcissa. Astoria kept her wide eyes on Narcissa.

"Mrs. Malfoy, pardon the intrusion, but may we have a word?"

Daphne spoke, her tone short and nothing short of sickly sweet. Narcissa rose, her emerald robes falling at her ankles as she looked back to her sister.

"I'll be right back, Andromeda. Please call Ellie if you need anything."

She said. Andromeda nodded once, keeping her face blank which Narcissa was grateful for. Slytherins take care of their own, Narcissa couldn't help to think. Narcissa then left her sister, leading the way out to her parlor. The dark blue room was similar to her parlor room, without the longer table and reading material. Both smaller tables both held narcissus flowers and there was only one portrait in her, a sneering Malfoy bride. Once there, she quickly turned to the sisters.

"May I ask what you two are doing here unannounced at this time?"

Narcissa but all snapped at the girls. They were pureblood witches; decorum was to be engraved in their bones. Astoria had the decency to shrink at her words, but they only riled up the older Greengrass.

"Mrs. Malfoy, did you not make certain promises to my sister about becoming the next Lady Malfoy?"

Daphne asked. No tact, Narcissa thought, disgust marring her features over the girl's tone.

"I did not. I made no such thing."

Narcissa replied, tone cold.

"I told her that, Mrs. Malfoy! I am so – "

"Stop it, Tori!"

Astoria began speaking but Daphne interrupted, turning to glare at her younger sister.

"As far as I am concerned, my son is still single and has yet to – "

Narcissa was rudely interrupted by the younger Slytherin,

"Single!"

Daphne yelled out, incredulously. Narcissa's right hand twitched, aching for the feel of her resin wand. She really wanted to curse the girl out of her home. Daphne dared to step closer and Narcissa rose her chin to look down at the girl. If anything, she had gall, Narcissa thought.

"If that's true, why did he arrive with Hermione Granger, hand in arm, to Harry Potter's birthday party?"

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Pansy had successfully side-apparated to her flat and from there flooed to Theo's home. She would have let him stay in her guest room, but she didn't want to give her friend more hope than he should have. Finally, haven gotten Theo to his own bed, tucking him in to the warmth of his sheets, Pansy turned to leave. However, before she could step away, his hand gripped onto her wrist as she stopped. Pansy took her time turning back to her old friend, trying to make her heart from racing at his actions. She turned to see his hopeful, beautiful blue eyes looking up at her. Even in the dark room, Pansy could see the outline of his boyish features, endearing as ever. It's not that Pansy didn't not like Theo, she just didn't like him the way he liked her. Pansy suppressed a sigh.

"Stay."

He said softly. Pansy felt the familiar ache in her heart when it came to Theo's affections; she knew she couldn't reciprocate accordingly, even if she loved him platonically. She should have left, despite feeling awful about it. She should have told him goodnight, turning away from his disappointed look. She didn't. Pansy finally left her sigh escape her lips, sighing softly; she nodded once.

"Okay."

She whispered back. Tentatively, the Parkinson witch slipped off her heels and she sat at the edge of the bed. Theo let her go, scooting back to make room for her as he opened his comforter he was inside of for her. With another quiet sigh, Pansy slipped in; she didn't bother transfiguring her clothes even though they weren't the comfiest to sleep in. She was half-hoping he'd fall asleep quickly so she could slip back out before he noticed. Soon, Pansy was feeling warm and secure against Theo's chest. Smoothly, he wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her even closer as his breath was on her neck. Theo inhaled deeply while Pansy couldn't help but to blush at his touch. She was glad for the position they were in and the darkness of his room. She knew he wouldn't be so bold with his moves if he was sober, but he wasn't. And she wouldn't have minded if it was Draco, but it wasn't.

"Theo – "

She began, but he whispered a 'shhh'.

"I know."

He said against her skin causing her skin to prickle. A long silence followed before he whispered once more,

"I'm lonely too, Pans."

Before they both fell into silence.

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Ginny gasped, loudly, as Blaise thrusted once more into her. He groaned out loud, feeling himself come undone at the hands, and quim, of Ginny Weasley. He gingerly laid on top of her, making sure his weight was more on the sheet beneath them then her, she sighed into his ear – content. Wincing as he pulled his dick out of her wet pussy, he inhaled deeply before laying on his back, close to the humming red-headed witch. After a couple of deep breaths, he felt her drape her leg over his waist, her heat and wetness on his hip making his cock twitch before he lazily turned his face towards her. She put her hand over his chest, moving her fingers slowly over his toned pectorals. He raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk forming before she leaned in even more. Her bright brown eyes were fixated on him, licking her swollen pink lips.

"Go again?"

She said, her voice raspy from how vocal she was earlier. Blaise smirked at the red-headed vixen, appreciating her energy as this would be the third time they fucked in the past hour or so; he leaned in, planting a firm kiss on her while his free hand burrowed itself in her tresses. The Italian wizard pulled her closer and she moaned softly at the friction between her and his hip. Smirking and running his tongue over her lips and then her own tongue, he then took her bottom lip in his teeth. Blaise was extremely pleased at the sudden end of the party even if others weren't. Others weren't currently bedding Ginny Weasley.

"As you wish, Miss Weasley."

He responded, releasing her bottom lips, searching for her hips so she could place herself in her preferred position. Ginny's grinned and helped herself once more; Blaise had no complaints.