Hey guys,

I found an odd little niche in the Harry Potter world and I am thoroughly enjoying the following regarding Hermione and Narcissa. I can see the creative scenes that can be brought about with time travel, or incidents where they first meet, or just pulled together by sheer attraction. I like the two together and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the stuck up witch (pun intended) meets the down to earth girl. Either way it makes an interesting read. I also hate the Hermione Ron parring. Honestly I'm and a Harry Hermione shipper all the way, but these two women are very interesting.

So please bear with me for I'm writing each chapter as a standalone but this with totally me a multi chapter story. It's very busy for me this time of year but I wanted to give this pairing a shot. I hope you don't want to kill me too much after this.

Thanks,

Snow

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"I don't know why you wish to do this Narcissa," droned on an irritated and nasally voice. Narcissa would not let the man known as the "Bat" by her son and most of the student populace get to close to the reasons for her involvement in the horcrux hunt. All she ever told the man was sides can be changed, ideals can be changed, but hearts cannot. Severus Snape never liked the wisp of a woman before him. She was too mysterious, and had been for far too many years, even when they were in Hogwarts together. She was ever the poster child of a Black. Arrogant, poised, mysterious, cunning, and Pure-blood. When she came to him with the sword and told him where he can find the trio of children he was thrown. He threatened to report her to the Dark Lord, but she waved her hand and fired back as she knew of her involvement.

They both stood there in the glen with warming charms on their clothes and notice-me not spells concealing then when they watched the idiot Potter boy follow Severus's patronus to the frozen pond then jump in. Snape looked to Narcissa as she heard a crunching in the snow as the dunderhead Weasley tromped out of the clearing to assist his comrade. Nothing, there was nothing in her eyes, nothing to give Snape a clue as to why she was here, at this time, helping him.

Both wizard and witch watched at the idiot boys, chilled to the bone, and close to hypothermia walked back to their camp with the sword and the locket. Then they vanished. Narcissa and Snape looked at each other.

"Clever," whispered Snape and only saw a slight nod from the witch next to him. Then out of nowhere the red head came stumbling out of thin air and landed unceremoniously on his butt with a wand in his face.

"You dare to show your face back here when you deserted us? You left us high and dry for a warm bed and a meal? How could you?" Hermione Granger was red with rage as she kicked the Ron in the legs. She only began to calm when she heard his apologies, and a big light from his heart led to them bull shit. Narcissa knew the girls quite well in fact and it wasn't the acceptance of a boy who stole her heart with those pretty words. It was because they needed him and three where better than two. Narcissa let a small breath go that she never realized she held. Severus noticed, and with this realization he held over her she commented.

"She is too thin, pale. They are just children" Narcissa commented lowly.

"How do you know Granger?" Snape asked softly. Narcissa looked at him and then saw trust there, something she never would have thought she would have from him. She turned back to the scolding girl and watched her, and knew she could not hide the glimmer in her eyes.

"She saved my son's life," Narcissa looked back to Snape, "It is her death that is the tipping point in this war, not Potter's. Remember that," with that she dismissed the man and watched the young woman before her, and for the first time in many years, she smiled. Then as memories bombarded her thoughts a grim look masked her beautiful features. Snape stayed by Narcissa's side as Ron destroyed the horcrux. Then Snape apparated back to Hogwarts and back to his duties. Without the man hovering she watched as the trio went in and out of the concealment charm. She found her memories once more clouded by the future she came from.

Flashback

It was in a quaint restaurant in London near the ministry where she decided to dine for lunch after another hearing in the trial of the death eaters. She was looking over the tables, and saw brown eyes. Narcissa hated clichés but where she saw those brown eyes she turned toward them, walked to the table as asked if she may join the girl. The girl complied, albeit reluctantly. The waiter came and she ordered a glass of water and sandwich. She knew the girl but she was never to be rude.

"I am Narcissa Malfoy Black, it is a pleasure to meet you," Narcissa held out her hand and the brunette took it but remained silent. She had to admit that the hard look the girl gave her made it difficult to make small talk. There was something about the girl but she came over to her for a reason.

"I know who you are, Miss Granger, and I wanted to thank you," Narcissa stated. The girl's right eyes brow lurched up into her hairline in question.

"My son speaks of the night you Potter, and Weasely saved his life. I am forever grateful," Narcissa said and then went to find another table but a hand rest on her arm stilling her movements. She looked down at Hermione and stayed in her seat. She could see now that this was no longer a girl but a war ravaged young woman. Her eyes spoke of horrors she could not speak of, and a lump in Narcissa throat formed when she was present for one of those horrors as her sister tortured this brave woman on her manor floor.

"I know you are different than them. I am just surprised," then the brown eyed woman smiled, "you were not what I was expecting today," she placed a book mark in her book, "please stay. You seem like you need to talk."

It was the first of many conversations. It was every Tuesday and Thursday that they would meet for lunch and talk of their lives, and become fast friends.

It was on a Thursday that the ministry was bombed, and she shoved Narcissa out of the way as another explosion occurred and killed the girl. She never knew why, but she found herself holding the bleeding corpse of the young girl to her chest as if she were the beginning and end to her life.

It was one month later when a new dark lord came from the shadows of the ministry and consumed all of Britain. A war brewed all because of the death of this beautiful young woman. Narcissa was approached by the old Order to become a member, and it was her conversation with Professor McGonagall that inspired her to go back. Go back to expedite the resolution of the second war, and turn in EVERY Death Eater she could. But most of all it was to make sure she survived, and Dark Lord Potter never came to be.

End of flash back

Narcissa watched the trio of warriors grasp each other and then with a pop disappear to another location. Narcissa took a deep breath and anxiety curled in her gut. She knew where their next location would be, and she knew where that would eventually take them in a few days. She took a breath and closed her eyes and would a shell shack on the coast of a serene sea. She needed reinforcements before she went to Malfoy manor to prevent the one thing she wished she could have changed. The timeline be damned.