4th chap of my sapphic drarry fic is out!!
“Miss Potter,” she greeted cordially, nodding. “I’m Narcissa, Draco’s mother. She’s talked to me about this…overnight stay at your house for this school project.”
Harry nodded, trying to school her expression despite feeling strangely nervous. “Uh, yeah. We have to visit a museum far away, like, er…a two-hour drive. Uh, I can drive, but my house and Draco’s aren’t close at all, and the project is due pretty soon after. Uhm, It’d be kinda impractical to meet up to visit then work on it and go back to our respective houses so late in the night. So…uh, yeah.”
Narcissa hummed, seeming to consider Harry’s explanation despite looking uncertain about it. Harry blinked in confusion when, rather abruptly, a mischievous glint twinkled in Narcissa's eye.
“Very well then,” she said with a prim sniff. “If this—” her nose wrinkled in distaste— “ school project is a necessity, I permit it.” Her eyes flicked to Harry.
Narcissia's gaze narrowed, and she surveyed Harry for a few moments, clearly analyzing her. Harry shifted uncomfortably. “During my daughter's stay at your abode, I don't permit…hm, how should I put this?”
Narcissia's eyes flashed. “I don't permit your studying to take place purely in your bedroom, Miss Potter.”
She knows. Draco's bloody mom fucking knows before I've even told Draco herself.
Draco, clueless, looked up at her mother with a furrow between her brows. “Whatever do you mean, mother? Me and Harry are…friends, of course we'll work on our project in her room.”
Narcissa looked down at her daughter, expression softening instantly and smoothing a perfectly manicured hand over her daughter’s head. “Oh of course, Draco. Don't worry about anything at all. Miss Potter here knows what I'm talking about,” she continued, eyes narrowing threateningly as she glanced at Harry again. Narcissa turned to face her. “And if I hear anything about you and my daughter.” She smiled coldly. “Well…”
Harry stood, completely mortified. There was silence for approximately three seconds before Ron burst into laughter.
Narcissa looked completely and utterly unfazed, completely ignoring Ron. Her cold eyes were trained on Harry the entire time.
“Of course, Mrs Malfoy,” Harry mumbled in a whisper, face flushed red and so embarrassed she couldn't even look up.
Fuck my life, Harry thought as Ron's laughter tripled. Just fuck everything.
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