Written for Screaming Faeries's Pairing the Character Drabble Competition. Femmeslash, don't like, don't read.
The two women stood in Malfoy Manor, illuminated by the pale glow of the moonlight.
"You don't have to do this, Hermione," Narcissa said softly, brushing the tips of her long, pale fingers over Hermione's flushed, tear-stained cheeks, shimmering in the moon's glow. "Join us," Narcissa said, her voice barely a whisper, her breath tickling Hermione's ears.
Hermione looked up at her. "Narcissa, nobody knows about us. And I want it to stay that way." She said. Narcissa looked at her, her pale face distressed, her remarkable features, high cheekbones, brilliant eyes and rosebud lips marred by worry. Even when she was upset, the moon managed to enhance her dainty figure.
"Join the dark side, Hermione. You would be of great use to the Dark Lord." She pressed. Hermione wiped her face hastily. "I'm sorry. I have a duty to perform. I can't just…"
Narcissa pressed her lips against Hermione's, pushing her against the wall in an almost furious, violet way. When she pulled away, Narcissa's blue eyes were watery and filled with angry tears. "You said you loved me! You said you'd do anything." She said. "Show me you love me, Hermione, do this for me."
Hermione stared at her for a few silent moments, her tear-blemished features highlighted by the rays of moonlight that flooded through the windows. "Yes." She finally whispered, before tilting her head up to kiss Narcissa again, cupping the woman's face with her hands.