Malfoy Women

Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own them. Would be nice though...
Warning: Femme slash. Mild sexual content. Mentions of het.
Summary: When their husbands are remiss, the women of Malfoy find their pleasure and comfort elsewhere.
Feedback: Welcomed and Appreciated, however flames are not. :)
Author's notes: While not being the first femme slash I have written before, it is the first I feel comfortable with putting up anywhere. *bites nails* Thanks to my wonderful beta, thesnapelyone!

Malfoy Women

Pansy entered her suite of rooms after enduring yet another dinner with her husband. Thankfully this meal had been a short one as Draco was in a rush to meet one of his mistresses who was waiting for him in his bedroom. Rushing water could be heard from the adjoining bathroom in the suite and Pansy began removing her robes with a smile. After hanging her robes up in the closet, she took a moment to look at naked form in the mirror and remember back to the day she first moved into Malfoy Manor.


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During Pansy and Draco’s wedding, the house-elves had moved her things into her new suite. Little did Pansy know, she was not to share the same rooms as Draco. Upon completion of the consummation of their marriage, Draco had immediately rolled off of Pansy and fallen asleep, leaving his new wife to pull the bedclothes up to her chin and stare at the darkened ceiling, alone in her thoughts. She was just coming to grips with the fact that sleep was nowhere in sight when a house-elf came into the room and beckoned her to follow. With one last lingering look at her new husband, she nodded at the house-elf and gathered up her clothing. She was soon left at a set of doors.

Biting her lip, Pansy nervously opened the doors and entered the lavishly decorated room. Candles were lit all along the room and illuminated the deep violet and silver covered bed. Her feet were tickled by the plush violet carpet beneath them as she walked further into the room. She had just placed her hand on the footboard of the ornately carved ebony bed, when she heard a lilting voice behind her.

“I hope the colour scheme is to your liking. I just had it redecorated for you.”

With a soft gasp, Pansy whirled around to see her new mother-in-law standing before her. Directly behind Narcissa, Pansy could see a bathroom lay behind the open door just past the blonde woman. Realizing she had been gawking for several minutes, Pansy finally nodded and answered.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you. Are these to be my rooms?” Pansy asked, confusion clear on her face.

Narcissa laughed quietly and removed her bathrobe to reveal the black night gown she wore beneath. “Actually these are our rooms. Shall I assume Draco mentioned nothing of this?”

Pansy nodded dumbly before shaking her head. Her face took on the look of a cornered mouse as she tried to process the fact that she was to share a room and apparently a bed with her new mother-in-law.

Taking pity on the bewildered young lady, Narcissa sat down on the bed and patted the space next to her. For the next hour, she explained to Pansy how marriage in the Malfoy family worked. While the men had their own separate lodgings, the women were kept together. While it was well known and accepted for the Malfoy men to take lovers to their beds, it was considered unseemly for the Malfoy women to do the same, so the women found their comfort and pleasure amongst themselves. This was how it had been with Narcissa and Lucius’ mother and it was how it would remain with her and Pansy.

After calming the understandably upset Pansy down, Narcissa suggested they attempt to get some sleep. Terror instantly filled Pansy at the thought of being intimate with any woman, let alone her mother-in-law. Fortunately for Pansy, the bed was big enough that she could curl up on her own side and leave a few meters between her and Narcissa. Narcissa had promised her that she would not force herself upon Pansy and allow the girl to come to her when she was ready, but Pansy was certain that would never happen.

In the months that followed, Pansy practically lived in the library, only retreating to her and Narcissa’s rooms when exhaustion threatened to overcome her. If Draco ever demanded her presence in his rooms, it was done through a house-elf and was at the most, once a week. The only other time she saw her husband would be at meals where her attendance was mandatory. Draco had a slew of mistresses that came and went from the manor. All were ladies that Pansy herself was once acquainted with. There were no Knockturn whores for Lucius and Draco Malfoy; no need really when there were hoards of society witches willing to throw themselves at the feet of Master Malfoy and his heir.

Of course this bothered Pansy to some great extent, but she grew to accept it as time went on. This was just the way things were with most Pureblooded families and she knew she just had to adjust. She was not, however, prepared for the day she saw her best friend, Daphne Greengrass, enter her husband’s room. Smug as ever, Daphne smoothed down her hair and threw Pansy a wink before closing the door behind her. Absolutely crushed, Pansy made her way into Narcissa’s and her rooms and flung herself onto the bed to cry. After a few minutes, gentle hands rubbed her back and Narcissa laid down next to her, whispering soothing words into her ear.


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Pansy smiled a bit wider as she recalled that night of comfort was the first night their relationship began. It had a tentative start to it, mostly due to a lingering hesitation on Pansy’s part, but now, almost a year later, their relationship and love was stronger than they had with their husbands. Pansy could not imagine how Narcissa had managed to be alone in the twelve plus years between the passing of Lucius’ mother and her own betrothal to Draco.

Laying down on the bed on her side, Pansy gazed at the ajar door to the bathroom, waiting for her lover. She could hear the dulcet tones of Narcissa humming as she showered and it lured her into a light doze. Her eyelashes fluttered open an undeterminable time later when soft lips touched hers. Narcissa gently moved Pansy onto her back and began stroking her younger body. When her hands lingered on Pansy’s now rotund belly, her daughter-in-law’s hands covered them.

“I don’t think you have ever been more beautiful than you are right now,” Narcissa whispered, before sucking lightly on Pansy’s ear.

Pansy keened quietly and turned her head to meet Narcissa’s lips once more. Even five months along in pregnancy, Narcissa made her feel lovely. Once they had found out she was finally with child, Draco immediately ceased requesting her presence in his chambers. To be honest, Pansy could not give one whit about it. While Draco turned eyes of disgust upon her and avoided Pansy like the plague, Narcissa made love to her every night and lavished her with affection.

Narcissa moved her lips and hands down to her young lover’s bare breasts, kneading the tender flesh gently between her hands. Sliding her naked body against Pansy’s, Narcissa eased down to frame Pansy’s burgeoning belly with her long fingers. She nuzzled the girl’s stomach while staring reverently up at her lover. Pansy could just make out the warm smile before Narcissa’s face disappeared from sight as her mouth sought out Pansy’s moist slit. Arching up into the loving mouth, Pansy thought about how happy she was to be one of the Malfoy women. It was her last coherent thought of the night.