They were standing in the dining room of the Malfoy Manor on a dreary Saturday. The house was abandoned, they were alone. Narcissa's husband, Lucius, had gone on official business to Knockturn Alley, and her sister, Bellatrix, had gotten tired of being inside the house and went out. Leaving Narcissa and Hermione alone.
Hermione's lips kissed Narcissa's as she pulled her closer, she tasted different than her sister. Sweeter. Narcissa pulled away. "What is it, Cissy?" purred Hermione, desperate for more contact.
"Nothing. It's just, I can't…. We can't!"
"Why?" whispered Hermione, passion raging through her. She knew Narcissa felt it too. The only difference was, she wasn't fighting it.
"It's wrong! Bella, she loves you! Does that not mean anything to you?"
"Of course it does!" snapped Hermione, anger swelling in the pit of her stomach. "It's just..." Hermione made a noise under her breath which gave away her lust for Narcissa Malfoy. "I just see you looking at me. Sneaking secret glances while you think I'm not looking. I know you want me."
Narcissa stiffened, not knowing of what to say. She started to speak, and fell silent, she couldn't deny it. Ever since Bellatrix started seeing Hermione, she was jealous. Lucius never looked at her like Hermione looked at Bella. She could hear them both together sometimes. In the throes of passion from Bella's room upstairs.
She was jealous of her sister and her lover's devotion to each other. To look upon them together was almost like seeing herself and Lucius together when they first got married. Thinking back, the memories stung and tears welled in her eyes. She closed them and her rigid frame leaned back slightly against the wall behind her. Hermione mistook this for permission to continue and her lips found Narcissa's neck as she began licking and biting slowly.
Narcissa gave in, scratching her long black nails down Hermione's back.
Hermione pressed herself hard against Narcissa, and heard a thud against the wall as Narcissa fell against it. Hermione knew it would be this easy, Narcissa was weak. Unlike Bella. Bella knew what she wanted and went for it. It's what Hermione liked about her the first time they encountered each other that night in the Department of Mysteries. She saw the way she held Neville Longbottom captive from the other side of the room and had hid her silent lust. She wanted a Death Eater! It was absurd. Harry would go insane if he ever found out. It was their little secret. When they had escaped, Hermione had done her research. She found Bellatrix easily and called on her one night. She had confessed to her and to her surprise, Bellatrix had felt the same.
And now here she was, in the arms of Bella's sister. She felt bad for what she was doing to Bellatrix, but what she didn't know, wouldn't hurt her, she thought. Cissy would never tell her. Narcissa is the only thing apart from herself that she has. Narcissa couldn't do that to her.
She made her way back to Narcissa's face and gently kissed the side of her lips before kissing harder. Narcissa moaned into the kiss, sending shivers down Hermione's spine.
Slowly, Hermione's hands found their way to the back of Narcissa's tightly corseted waist. She pulled expertly at the strings. She'd had a lot of practice. The bodice fell to the floor and Hermione kicked it aside.
"Not here." Whispered Narcissa abruptly. It didn't sound like a request. She took hold of Hermione's hand and led her up the grand staircase. "What if Bella comes home?" said Narcissa, rushing Hermione along a corridor. "We don't know where she went or how long she's going to be."
"We'll just have to be quick then, won't we? Or quiet." Responded Hermione with a grin spreading across her face. "We'll be fine, don't worry."
They found the room. It was unused. Malfoy Manor had many unused rooms. Narcissa hadn't dared to use her own room for fear of Lucius noticing the bed had been slept in. And as Hermione was dating Bella, they tended to share a room. Bella was sure to notice if someone had been having sex in her bed.
She pushed the door open and pulled Hermione in hurriedly, shutting it behind her. A brief slam echoed through the halls. Narcissa closed the distance between them and grabbed Hermione's wrists, leading her to the bed. They collapsed in it, embracing each other.
Being with Narcissa was the opposite of being with Bellatrix. Bellatrix was rough. There was biting, scratching, blood and bruises. She was in charge and Hermione loved it. Narcissa was soft. Passionate, but careful not to leave any marks. With her, Hermione could be in charge.
She straddled Narcissa, kissing down her neck and stopping at the neckline of her dress. She slid one of her hands around her waist and found the zip to her dress. Her other hand carefully caressing the swell of Narcissa's breasts through the velvet. She pulled the zip and peeled off the dress, throwing it carelessly to the side. She took off her own dress, pulling it above her head, her body stretching upwards as she did so, exposing delicate ribs under her skin.
Narcissa looked up at her from where she lay, taking her in. She was so beautiful. For a split second they caught each other's eye. Hermione's lips crashed down on Narcissa's as her hands unhooked her bra. She felt Narcissa do the same, fingers fumbling on the clasp in anticipation. Done.
She pulled herself closer and traced her finger down Narcissa's curves until she reached her sensitive spot. Her fingers twirled around it and she felt Narcissa's breathing get heavier. Her touch got heavier, and Narcissa gasped as Hermione pushed in one finger, slowly pumping. Narcissa's grasp tightened around Hermione's waist. Hermione kept going, enjoying the fact that Narcissa was totally in her power. Another finger was inserted. With her other hand she gently flicked Narcissa's clit. Her back arched upwards, pelvis pushing into Hermione's hands. Within seconds, she thrust herself forward as she climaxed, catching Hermione's lips with hers. Panting, Hermione fell onto Narcissa and they both fell silent in each other's arms, breathing heavily.
They heard the front door slam. Bella was home.
Both women froze where they lay. "Shit!" Hermione whispered. She knew if Bella caught them together, they'd both be done for. Bella was not a woman to be messed with. Her mind was cast to the Longbottom's and St Mungo's. She shivered and ran to the nearest shower, leaving Narcissa to fend for herself. She stood there and looked after Hermione as she fled the room. Sighing, she got dressed. She knew that as soon as Bella came back, Hermione was all hers.
She had some kind of power over her that made her stay. Was she happy with her? If she was, why was she seducing me when she was away? She thought to herself. I guess I'll never know.