Inside Pansy

Inside Pansy- Part 2...
See part 1 for Disclaimers....
Now...on with storstory....

Narcissa\'s Point of view....

Naturally I was shocked to hear the disgusting, grisly truth about my next door neighbors the Parkinsons. I wasn\'t surprised, as my sister Bella had been Rosemary\'s lover. However, Pansy had what Rosemary lacked, the mental acuity and cunning to plan,plot,scheme and connive so well that no one had a clue she was the mastermind behind it. Actually, it was rather brilliant- Pansy playing the dumb blonde role so well that no one had a clue what a delicious little viper she truly is. Lucius and I had encouraged our son, Draco to be friends with Pansy. We felt she would be a perfect addition to the select few we would encourage our son to befriend. Little did anyone know Pansy would become the love of my life. I never loved Lucius. I just married him to obey my father. I married him to put my family, the Blacks, in an even better position in society than we were to begin with. And also, there were political factors involved too, along with the wealth and social position aspect. I immediately floated Pansy onto a stretcher I had transfigured out of thin air, and transported her into the house. Immediately I called upon our house elves that I implicitly trusted, to assist me in seeing to Pansy\'s care. I knew that as this was a case of severe child abuse and rape, a mediwitch would be needed. I was fairly certain that she had sustained some internal injuries due to what had happened to her. Also, I knew that Lucius would agree with me if I said I wanted to take Pansy in. So, that wasn\'t an issue. As I walked up the stairs,following Pansy\'s stretcher, Draco raced into the hallway in just a pair of Muggle jean shorts and nothing more, I\'m sure,\"Mother- what\'s happened?\" he asked frantically. I looked at my son, and replied,\"Pansy\'s been seriously hurt, and she\'s come to me for assistance.\" I told him rather candidly. When Lucius is around I can\'t speak to my son frankly and honestly. When he\'s away, I\'m more open and accessible to Draco. This is the way it\'s always been, and is why he is much closer to me, than he is to his father. I suppose I\'m the more tolerant parent between Lucius and I....and it brings the balance he needs despite the fact there is no love between Lucius and I, and probably never will be any love between he and I. Draco quickly followed me to the guest suite across from his bedroom. Once I saw that Pansy was lying on the bed comfortably, I instructed our house elves to bring a basin of warm water and soft washclothes so I could wash away the blood and dirt on her too thin body. I sent my son out of the room with another house elf to grab one of my night gowns to put Pansy in before I arranged for a Mediwitch to examine and treat her. I also arranged for a member of the Ministry\'s Crimes against Children unit to come and make a report of the case. I didn\'t have to be told that I had some ammount of personal power and influence, and that my word would carry far more weight than Pansy\'s would. Being that she\'s a minor, that is. I also knew that with Louise Parkinson shagging the Minister little or nothing would be done against her, however, they would insist that Pansy be taken out of that home. While the Mediwitch examined and treated her, I spoke with the Ministry officials, and arranged with them that temporary custwoulwould be with Lucius and I, until more permanant arrangements could be made for her.
After the Ministry and the Mediwitch left, I was left with a fairly good sized pile of official paper work- copies of what would go into the official files. These would be good to hang onto...Proof that Pansy wasn\'t lying, and also a tool or weapon, if you will at Pansy\'s dsal.sal. I put them in my personal safe for safe keeping. I went into the guest suite where I had installed Pansy. Slowly, I looked around the room. It was quite lovely, and one of the few rooms in the Manor that Lucius allowed me to decorate to my taste. I had chosen Cream and Hunter Green as the color scheme. The bed was massive, a high four poster bed, complete with a canopy, with cream gauze like hangings, a hunter green bedspread, and cool looking cream sheets. The draperies were open, and Pansy was sleeping peacefully. This distracted me from looking around the room...Pansy was simply breathtaking. She scowled most of the time to hide the inner pain she felt due to the way her parents treated her...but in sleep that wasn\'t present, in place of the scowling unhappy face, was one of peaceful, tranquil, serene beauty. Her long,blonde dishwater blonde hair flowed over her pillow, dark brown eye lashes rested peacefully above peach kissed high cheek bones, and her forehead and brow were unwrinkled, and baby soft looking. I continued looking at her.
Deep,easy restful breaths lifted her chest as she took in a breath of air...thus lifting high, pert little breasts....I glanced down over her flat tummy, and over the rest of her body. She truly was a lovely girl. Her body was indeed very nice to look upon, but it was her mind that had me utterly captivated. I was utterly certain that with the right person guiding her, she coulry wry well be one of the most powerful and influential women of her generation. Oddly, I wanted to be the one to guide her into it. And, if I were being honest with myself, I wanted far more than to be her mentor. I wanted to be her lover.
My marriage to Lucius is far from ideal. As I stated previously, there is no love lost between us. And, it would be an understatement to say that we\'ll never agree as to how our son should be raised. Lucius would be rather pleased if Draco was a carbon copy of himself.
Frankly, I would much rather my son do things in his own way, and on his own terms. I want my son to be his own man, not a clone of his father, and expected to kiss the man\'s arse for every little thing. One thing is certain about my son- and that is he\'s nothing like Lucius. I thank Merlin for that every day, quite honestly. To put it simply, I\'m happy if my son is happy. If Harry Potter is who my son is happy with, then who am I to argue. In the Wizarding world, it\'s possible for two men to have children together. In fact, I often go behind Lucius\' back and arrange nice little suprise trips for my son and his lover to give them much needed time alone. In fact, this time I sent them the house I recently bought for Draco in Muggle LA. Sometimes my son really does need to get a bit more sun than he normally does. And, with the house being just blocks away from the beach, it couldn\'t have been more perfect for him. I also left a note telling him about the sizeable Muggle bank account I started for them in LA- so they could furnish the house as they see fit. I\'m sure it will be quite lovely when they\'re finished. I have no doubt that Harry will teach Draco the ropes in terms of Muggle living. I\'m equally as convinced that my son will have quite the tale to tell me when he comes home to do his back to school shopping for his final year at Hogwarts.
Harry Potter....a delightful lad. Not only is he very well mannered, he\'s also not the thick dolt my stepbrother, Severus seems to think he is. Intellect and mental acuity isn\'t exclusively for those that lean towards the Scientific Disciplines. Of course, my family and my husband\'s family are pure bloods, and we look down on Muggle borns. However, the undeniable fact that Harry has survived every time he\'s faced Voldemort says something about him not just as an individual, but also as a Wizard. The lad IS quite powerful...but he\'s also humble about it. I like that. Personally, I think Profesor Dumbledore is doing the boy a disservice with the way he\'s treated him. Unexcuseable to use a young man as a pawn to fight a dirty war with a dirty person like Tom Riddle. And, those Muggle relatives of his? They are the exact reason why Muggles are so disgusting and filthy. What redeems the lad in my eyes is how happy he makes my son! Draco just looks at him, and that cold forbidding look in his eyes vanishes, making his eyes a beautiful soft,muted shade of misty gray...it\'s not often I get to see my son that happy . Then there\'s the totally relaxed way Draco stands there when Harry stands behind him, and slips his arms around my son\'s waist, resting his chin on Draco\'s shoulder. That simple touch of Harry\'s hands is all it takes to utterly calm and relax my son...and it\'s beautiful to watch...Harry truly does love my little boy! ver,ver, it does make me cry when Draco tries to climb Harry\'s body when he wants a snogging....I suppose I can live with it if it\'s making my son this happy. Of course, I\'m hoping for two or three grandchildren...and I wouldn\'t mind if one or two of them had their father\'s black hair and green eyes...would be a welcome change from the Malfoy blonde and grey, I might add...
It\'s difficult to watch Pansy leave me to return to Hogwarts. I don\'t want her to go, but I know she must. When she returns to me, I can\'t help but sob happy tears. Just feeling her arms around me as her lips claim mine fills the empty spaces,holes and valleys inside me that she can only fill. Just knowing that she\'s under the same roof makes things a bit easier, to say the least. As she showed me the parts of her nature and soul that she\'d kept hidden, I was immediately blown away with the power, intellect, and sheer cunning and ambition she harbors within herself. Like I said, it was her heart and mind I fell in love wtih, then her little shaggable body. I know she loves pleasing me anyway she can...and has done things for me which would shock the Wizarding world\'s high society if they knew. Oh, for those that of the same social standing that Pansy and I are of, if anyone were to know, we would become social pariahs. At this stage in Pansy\'s plans for us- we must avoid that from happening. We absolutely must have the social standie hae have in order for our plans to manifest as we desire them to. Sometimes, Lucius is just too oblivious for his own good to realize that both his wife and son are scheming for his downfall, and ultimate trial for his crimes. Lucius simply doesn\'t have the first clue. Which is a riot. But what can one expect when one is always away on business and neglects what\'s going on at home? He thinks I don\'t know about his dalliances, and picadillos...about his frequent trips into Muggle London to frequent Muggle \'gentleman\'s clubs\'. He\'s not aware that I know he has a lover in Muggle London, one in Paris, and one in Amsterdam. Daft male. I\'m just shocked that the man hasn\'t came home with what the muggles call sexually transmitted diseases! At least I can honestly say I\'ve only taken one lover on the side, and that has been my Pansy! Lucius may accuse me of shagging his mates, then beat me for it...but, it\'s far from true. Only person I\'ve been shagging since Draco was born has been Pansy. I must say, though, Pansy\'s plans to take down Lucius and that bloody twit Voldemort are delicious. I can\'t wait to see what kind of hell and chaos breaks loose in my husband\'s cold, ordered world. I think I\'m quite going to enjoy it when the Ministry arrives, when it\'s time to take down my husband. I know Draco can\'t wait to see this occur. But, until then, I think I\'ll quite enjoy the little trysts that Pansy and I share, and enjoy assisting her plan and plot to her heart\'s content....
I look up from my book, \"Famous Lesbians in the Wizarding World...\" and see Pansy standing in the doorway between our bedroom and the bathroom in our suite of rooms. I smile,\"Nice bath,darling?\" I ask warmly. Pansy smiles,\"Of course,luv.\" She replies as she slowly walks to me, dropping her towel. I can feel my heart thudding in my chest, my mouth is dry, as I lick my lips...and breathe in the scent. She favors Muggle designer scents, and this one is delicious...something called Opium...I lay aside my book, and rise to my feet, and slowly meet her half way. My robe was already untied, but I see no need to untie it. I reach for her, and slip my hands around her waist, and just hold her, breathing in her scent. She takes my face into her hands and whispers,\" Merlin help me, Cissa,but I love you!\" in a low husky whisper. Her blue eyes are dark with need and arousal. I just blink and brush my lips against hers,\"And I, you, Pansy.\" I reply most sincerely, my grey blue eyes never leaving hers, as I allow her to pull me tightly against her, as her hand slides down to cup my arse and slip a thin well tone thigh between mine. I reach up and gently squeeze one of her breasts and softly kiss her. She softly moans,\"Baby, I don\'t think we should.\" She says in regret, \"I took you pretty roughly this morning....and you may still be too sore for anymore.\" she tells me gently. I shake my had and look at her and reply,\"No,luv..that\'s not what I want.\" I say with a pout. \"I want to give you what you give me.\" Pansy looks at me, and licks her lips, \"You do?\" she asked. I nodded. Pansy smiles happily and giggles,\"I never refuse that!\" Then she grows serious. \"We need to talk first, baby.\" she tells me. I look at her and draw her down onto our bed and hold her,\"And, what is this you simply must tell me, Pansy?\" I ask curiously. She looks at me and says,\"At some point, we\'re going to have to discuss the idea of me getting pregnant.\" she said. I cock an eye brow, \"Pregnant? Why?\" I ask. She looks at me and said,\"You and I both know that Mum and Dad are going to either be sent to Azkaban for life, or givee Dee Dementor\'s kiss for their crimes.\" She said bluntly,\"And with the way the legalities and patens are written, there simply must be a male heir to inherit. I\'m the only shot we\'ve got to make that happen.\" She said. I nodded,\"I see, and why would we need the Parkinson wealth and prestige?\" I ask. She shakes her head and says, \"With that I can control the fa ass assets, properties and holdings until my son is of age.\" she explained. \"I don\'t want it to fall into the hands of the American branch of the family. That\'s the last thing I need. Especially if everything goes as planned. \"I still intend to see a Malfoy and Parkinson union, Ciss.\" she said with a little grin, \"It\'s just not going to be myself and Draco making it happen. Rather, our children. Mine with you...which is why we need to discuss what I\'ve got in mind...AND Draco\'s and Harry\'s children.\" she said. \"Now do you see where I\'m taking this?\" She asked with a little devilish grin. I look at her,\"How will this child be mine?\" I ask in confusion. She rolled her eyes,\"Honey, we can do it one of two ways.\" she tells me. \"One, I\'ll be the one getting shagged, and yes, I have someone in mind...two, we can go to this person I have in mind and ask him to be the sperm donor. There is a third, but it\'s the last resort.\" she warned me. I looked at her,\'And what\'s the third?\" I ask hesitantly, \"I go to a Muggle Sperm bank and under go in Vitro.\" she said simply.\"Either way, a male child HAS to be born.\" she said. \"And, it would be better if I were the one to carry the child. Having Drake almost killed you,honey. It\'s a risk I can\'t take, or allow you to take, my love.\" she said softly, as her lips claimed mine, softly flowing against mine as she tasted me...her lips and tongue easily arousing me with such a delicate, yet deeply sensual caress, \"I love you too much to loose you like that, Cissa.\" she purred, as her hands ran over me. \"We\'re already risking everything, if we were to be found out..and that\'s all I feel comfortable risking.\" she told me with tears in her eyes. I have come to know her well enough to know that outside myself, only Draco,Harry and I see this soft side of Pansy...and I have to admit, I love it that way.....