A/N: Hello again! This is the first chapter of the sequel to 'What She Did'. I found this really difficult to write, and its actually turned out to be much longer than I had originally planned. I'm now pretty sure that this will just be a 2-shot, but I have already got Part 3 of my 'What She Did' series in the works. I decided that I wanted to post this is honour of the public release of Deathly Hallows part2, and since I won't be here at midnight to post it (I'm going to a midnight screening woop woop) I thought I'd post it now. Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: No, I'm not J.K. Rowling. If only...

It had been two months since the world had finally been rid of Voldemort. It had been two months since Hermione Granger had reached an understanding with Narcissa Malfoy after their encounter in the midst of the Final Battle at Hogwarts. And, it had been two months since Hermione was able to remember a time when Narcissa wasn't continually in her thoughts. The older witch, although not physically present, was now a constant feature in Hermione's life.

The touch of Narcissa Malfoy had left a lasting impression upon the young witch. She had used all her knowledge and common sense in an attempt to come up with a reasonable explanation for her reaction to the older witch's touch. The best that she could come up with was that she had just survived a battle, and her body was still under strain. Any human touch would have given her a positive feeling. But, even she didn't believe that, and the more she dwelled on the subject, the more confused she became. All she knew was that Narcissa Malfoy had invaded both her mind and body with the simplest of touches.

Life had been hectic since the defeat of Lord Voldemort. The Wizengamot had simply questioned each surviving Death Eater before sentencing them to life in Azkaban prison. There was no doubt about their involvement with Voldemort; therefore there was no chance of them escaping imprisonment. However, the last case of a known Voldemort supporting family proved to be slightly more complex.

Lucius Malfoy was a known Death Eater during the First Wizarding War, and had only escaped Azkaban by claiming he had been working while under the Imperius Curse. Up until the night of the Battle of Hogwarts, his imprisonment would have been inevitable had Voldemort still been defeated. However, the actions of his wife that night had changed everything. Narcissa Malfoy has lied to the face of Voldemort himself, allowing 'The Chosen One' Harry Potter to re-enter the battle at its most desperate point, and finally defeat the darkest wizard of the age.

And now, two months on from the night that had changed the Wizarding world forever, Hermione stood in front of the entire Wizengamot, having just testified on behalf of Narcissa. There was no doubt in her mind that she had done the right thing, no matter what Ronald Weasley had tried to tell her. Harry had also testifying for Narcissa. Despite his misgivings about her husband and son, he knew that she was greatly responsible for the outcome of the war. He owed his life to her, and the least he could do was ensure that she did not go to prison.

As Harry and Hermione walked behind the pardoned Malfoy's, as they left the courtroom in the Ministry of Magic, they found themselves faced with a torrent of reporters with cameras, all shouting questions at the family.

Narcissa Malfoy was not surprised by the amount of reporters engulfing her family and herself. The fact that a Malfoy had played such a large role in the downfall of Lord Voldemort had shocked wizards and witches all over the world. Although she was not surprised by the vast amount of reporters armed with cameras, parchment and quills, this did not mean that she was happy about it.

The reporters were actually the least of her problems. While relief was the immediate emotion she had felt as her family were acquitted of any wrong-doing during the Second Wizarding War, as the reality of her new situation fully hit her, Narcissa realised that life was still looking bleak for herself. She was still married to a man she had come to loath in the past few months, and her son barely made eye contact with her, let alone made conversation with her. Her older sister was dead, not that anyone but her cared, and she had never felt more alone.

But, there was one glimmer of hope left in her life. When the Granger girl had thanked her that night and she had returned her thanks, she had experienced a most peculiar feeling when their hands met. She couldn't explain it. She didn't try to. She left it in the back of her mind along with all her other memories from the Final Battle, never to be explored again.

That was, until she had learnt that the Granger girl would be testifying on her behalf at the hearing. She had been most shocked to discover that. Potter, in all honesty, she had expected to do something for her, after his own admission of thanks in the Great Hall. But Granger, no, that was most definitely unexpected. This piece of information had stirred a memory in her she had long hidden away. Granger's touch – a 'mudbloods' touch – had awoken something in her which had been asleep for quite some time.

As Narcissa broke free from her thoughts, she felt an arm wrap itself around her shoulders. As she turned her head, she found that the arm belonged to her 'beloved' husband Lucius. Typical, she thought to herself. Once again, he's trying to play the part of innocent family man. Well, anything the press want to hear will most certainly not be coming out of his mouth.

"Lucius, take Draco back to the Manor, I can deal with her reporters," She told Lucius, the slightest trace of venom finding its way into her words. "I have no need for you to remain here."

"But, I think we should give the press what they want, a family intervi…" started Lucius before he was cut off by his wife.

"I don't really care what you think anymore Lucius. If your actions meant more than my own, we wouldn't be seeing the light of day at this very moment. Now, do as I say, and return to the Manor with Draco," ordered Narcissa, finally losing patience with her husband.

As Lucius and Draco left Narcissa to deal with the reporters, she felt a pair of eyes on her. She whipped her body round, and found a familiar pair of chocolate brown eyes looking directly at her. Those eyes had been stored in the back of her memory for the past two months, and seeing them again felt like seeing an old friend. They were comforting. They were understanding. They were… hers.

Hermione had watched Lucius and Draco leave before returning her gaze to the lone Malfoy. She wasn't quite sure how long she had been staring at the older woman before she quickly turned round, catching Hermione off-guard. Surprised, she had no time to re-direct her gaze, and only when she felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks did she turn away. However, the few seconds of blue and brown delving deep into each other brought everything else to a stand-still. Time seemed to stop, and, for a precious few seconds, Hermione Granger and Narcissa Malfoy were the only two people in the world.

Seeing the older witch being left to answer the questions her husband should face struck a chord with Hermione. So, in her stride, she walked over and stood next to the blonde.'

Narcissa gave her a sharp glance and quickly turned back to the reporters.

"You shouldn't have to do this." Hermione said through clenched teeth as she smiled for the cameras.

"I didn't realise anyone would care." Narcissa responded.

"Don't you think that you should have gone to Azkaban?" yelled a reporter.

Hermione looked at the crowd of reporters and tried her best not to scowl as the questions came flooding out.

"You're husband deserves the Dementors Kiss!" came a cry from the crowd.

"How do you feel now that your sister is dead?" One reporter screamed out. "Especially when you know that the rest of the wizarding world is relieved that she won't ever walk this earth again!"

Though what Bellatrix done to Hermione was horrible, she couldn't hold that against Narcissa, which is why it didn't stop her from whispering, "Let's go and get a drink, you look like you could do with one."

Narcissa was shocked to say the least as she registered what Hermione had asked her. As she struggled to form a complete sentence, she wondered why she was all-of-a-sudden feeling so nervous.

"Yes, ok Ms Granger, I will join you for a drink. As you said yourself, I definitely need one," replied Narcissa politely, wondering exactly what she was letting herself in for…

A/N: There you go, chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know what I'm doing with chapter 2, so I hope to have it written and uploaded within the week. But, please don't hold me to that! I'll be grieving this week, so that could well take up a bit of my time. Or, I might just spend the whole week in the cinema seeing DH part2 as much as I can! Also, I have to give a special thanks, once again, to AmoRay, who gave me some great help with this chapter when I was struggling. I even stole a passage of dialogue from her, with her consent of course. Please leave review, they inspire me and make me smile!