Hii! I know, I know … I was meant to work on It was supposed to be a game. But I missed my ladies so much … And that story just came up in my mind while I couldn't find any new ideas to pursue my other stories.

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this longer one-shot. I really enjoyed writing it! Even though it is a sequel to the Headmistress stories, I didn't entitle it as such since the actual Headmistress isn't in it. Plus, I really think that it isn't absolutely mandatory to read the Headmistress stories to understand this one (well maybe reading Astronomy Tower and Killing me softly wouldn't hurt).

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It was particularly late that evening when Hermione finally set foot in her empty apartment. Lately she had been so overwhelmed by her burden of work that she hadn't slept at home all week. Therefore, on this particularly cold Friday evening, she couldn't even find the strength to undress or start a fire to heat the place. She only cradled under her sheets fully dressed and fell into a deep sleep.

Next morning however, it was the cold that woke her around six in the morning. She slowly opened her puffy eyes, rubbing them with her knuckles before she slowly looked around. The purple curtains of her room were shut tightly, keeping her from recognizing any shape in her dark surroundings. With a deep growl of displeasure, she pushed down her covers and scrabbled about on her chest of drawers to retrieve her morning gown and wand.

As she passed by the large mirror at one end of her corridor, she nearly laughed at the bizarre silhouette she was sporting, wearing her fluffy pink morning gown over her creased white shirt and bundled up skirt. But soon her main concern crept back onto her in the form of an ice-cold breeze that took hold of her bare feet. She hugged her arms tighter around her small frame and finally walked into the living room to have a look at her fireplace.

A few weeks ago, shortly after she moved in and the winter was about to start, the agency to which she rented her apartment had installed a new device while she was at work. It was supposed to stock the heat as soon as she started a fire and diffuse it whenever the room was getting colder. Hermione was absolutely certain that she had sent an owl to Nora, her neighbour and fellow Ministry co-worker no sooner than Monday evening to make sure that she would burn a few loads of wood every evening to keep the supply going. Though she didn't know the woman that well, she was absolutely certain that she would never forget to do anything Hermione asked her to do: the blonde worshipped her.

The brunette finally shrugged and threw two large logs into the fireplace before she drew her wand and started a fire. She was still a little worried though: the Minister for Magic himself, Kingsley Shackelbolt, had just forced her to take a week off work because he thought his protégée was in no state to work any longer. Hermione hadn't exactly been able to disagree: she had thrown herself into work as soon as she left Hogwarts, two years ago. At first, she had been so busy that she didn't even find the time to look for an apartment and she had been crashing at Harry's and Ginny's for about a year and a half.

Though Ginny enjoyed the company of her friend for her husband wasn't at home that often, Hermione knew that you shouldn't disturb newly wed for too long. Therefore, she had started looking for a place during her lunch breaks. Her current apartment had immediately come as an obviousness to her: the rent was acceptable, it wasn't very far from the Ministry but still far enough to be in a calm neighbourhood and, most importantly, its living room walls were already covered in bookshelves. At first, she had been a little uncomfortable at the thought of renting an apartment from an agency and not directly from its owner, but she had soon come to appreciate the agency's work for it always provided her with the help she needed.

Therefore, Hermione wasn't worried for the least as she sent them an owl to ask them to check her heating device as soon as possible. She knew that Isabella, her personal adviser, would come back to her in a flash and solve any existing problem. In theory. Yet, on that early Saturday morning, hours flung by without any word from Isabella. Normally Hermione would have had a Patronus coming in about an hour after her owl – the agency was only two blocks away.

As a matter of fact, it was nearly six in the evening when Isabella's pale rabbit finally slid through a window and sat in the middle of the living room, where Hermione was having her third cup of fuming hot tea of the evening.

"Miss Granger, I am very sorry to come back to you only now. On Saturdays, I am alone at the agency and you are sadly not the first to tell us that their heating has broken down. Since I cannot provide you with any help myself for now, I have contacted the owner of your building and she will be at your place as soon as possible to take care of it. Hoping you are well, sincerely yours, Isabella"

As soon as it was done delivering the message, the small rabbit vanished and left Hermione alone with her worries. She looked down at herself, realising with horror that she had never changed out of her crumpled work clothes and pink dressing gown. She could surely not meet her owner dressed like this! She quickly jumped out of her clothes, shaking off the cold by jumping from one foot to another, and slipped into a pair of muggle skinny jeans and a smart v-neck jumper that Ginny had gotten her for her first day at the Ministry. She was only just getting a hold of her wild mane when three soft knocks came from her front door.

Hermione threw one last look at her tired face and headed for the door. The first thing she saw where black dragon skin hip waders that travelled up from delicate ankles to slim thighs on which the hem of an elegant red pencil skirt lay. She hadn't even reached the face of the woman next to her that Hermione already felt an oddly familiar tingling in her stomach. Her insides were only torn rougher when her eyes travelled up a perfectly tailored matching red vest underneath a thick fur coat. She knew only one person who could both pull off that outfit with such chic and afford an Augurey fur coat.

"Hermione?" Narcissa asked with honest surprise. "Dear Lord, don't tell me that you are my renter!"

Hermione swallowed harshly and shook her head yes. She finally dared looking into Narcissa's heavily lidded eyes and down to her plumb, perfectly painted lips. In her high heels, she was about ten inches taller than Hermione. Suddenly she looked very much like Mrs Malfoy again; from up there, she seemed to have this haughty look again, the one that Harry liked to describe as "having dung under her nose". Suddenly, Hermione couldn't believe than in this world, two years ago, she was shoving fingers up that woman's arse.

"Long time no see" Hermione muttered, while inviting the woman in. She thought she saw Narcissa's mouth briefly twitch into a half-smile, but it vanished so fast that she couldn't be sure of it.

Hermione bit back a gasp as Narcissa let her coat slide from her shoulders to reveal that she wasn't wearing anything more than her tailored silk blazer. She was positively convinced that a blazer that was cut that deep on the front was necessarily meant to be worn with a shirt. "Is Minerva not back for the holidays yet?" Narcissa innocently asked while detailing the different rooms of the flat.

"I … We don't live together" Hermione answered, offering to hang Narcissa's coat in her wardrobe. The older witch nodded with a faint smile and handed over her fur before walking into the living room. It was only when she came back that Hermione noticed that her working clothes were still resting on the side of the couch where she had jumped out of them.

"I … Err … Sorry .. I was in a bit of a hurry earlier" she apologized while quickly collecting her shirt, pencil skirt and underwear. Narcissa didn't say a word while Hermione hurriedly tidied the room, but only walked towards the fireplace to take a closer look at it. After all, it was why she had come here in the first place.

When Hermione walked back into the living room for the second time, Narcissa was slightly bent over, one of her gloved hands resting on the top of the fireplace to keep balance. The brunette stood still in the doorway for a second, long lost memories slowly invading her mind. But as soon as she walked into the room and the floor creaked under her weight, Narcissa straightened up and turned around to face her.

"Exactly what I was thinking. Your neighbour, Miss O'Donell, called the agency for the same problem past week. Mr Haywood told me he already fired the apprentice who neglected some of his heating spells, but he feared that some installations would still be defective. If you wish, I should be able to correct this misconception myself" she offered in a matter-of-fact tone.

Even though she had been the one to end it, Hermione couldn't help but feeling a slight pinching sting in her chest at Narcissa's tone. It wasn't fair to her to regret her choice only now that she knew that her story with Minerva had hit a dead end. As soon as she had left Hogwarts and months passed without any news from the Headmistress, Hermione knew that it had been long over already. Of course, someone like Minerva would never have been able to get past what Hermione had done to her. And she couldn't blame her. Anyway, if someone as truthful as Hermione had been able to cheat on her lover, it already meant a lot.

"That would be very nice of you, thank you." She finally answered. Narcissa slowly closed her eyes as a sign of agreement and drew her wand. Ill-at-ease with the thought of any silence building up between them, Hermione went on while Narcissa took off her gloves to get to work. "I … I am glad to see that you were successful at taking over Lucius's business" she said, already feeling utterly stupid to have mentioned her former husband.

"It wasn't that testing, really. If there was one thing that Lucius knew how to manage flawlessly, it certainly was his business. But of course, he never told me just how well he did. He certainly never guessed in his wildest dreams that I would someday be the one to pursue it." Narcissa said, though she didn't turn away from the fireplace. Hermione kept silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. She knew that Lucius and Draco were generally a prohibited subject with Narcissa. As a matter of fact, she was quite surprised at how calm the woman was being. After all, Narcissa's mood swings were only too legendary.

A few second later, it was Narcissa who broke the silence. "There you go. I am certainly not an expert on the matter, but it should do. Do you want me to stay while you give it a try?" she asked, finally turning away from the fireplace.

Hermione only nodded and walked towards her to throw in a few logs. But before she could even reach for her wand, Narcissa was already lighting a fire. The older woman then took a step back and sat down on the very edge of the sofa, crossing her hands on her unfolded legs and keeping her back as straight as though she was sitting next to the Minister himself.

"Can I get you something? It will be some time before we can see if the other rooms heat up" Hermione proposed. "I should have a bottle of French vine" she added, faintly remembering seeing a few bottles of red in Narcissa's office back in the days.

Narcissa accepted her offer with a chaste smile and Hermione left for the kitchen. There, she finally took the time to breath in deeply, leaning against the counter. How could it still be so intoxicating to be in the same room with Narcissa Black? How could she still be shivering at the sight of these slender, skilful fingers? Was it just because she hadn't had much sexual activity ever since she left Hogwarts? Whatever it was, it troubled Hermione so much it took her no less than five attempts before she could carry the two glasses of red without risking spilling them of her brand-new white carpet.

"So … I heard that you have been rather busy assisting the Minister. Could it be that you are preparing to step in, the day he retires?" Narcissa enquired before she tasted the vine, leaving two bright red imprints on the edge of her glass. "I … No, I could never step into Kingsley's shoes. I don't even mean to. I am only glad to be helpful. It was very brave of him to accept this job right after the mess of the war. He is perfect for the job, really. I could never …"

"Of course" Narcissa intervened with a polite smile. "I didn't mean to disconcert you in any way. And don't think that I have been spying on you. I remember perfectly well that you told me not to wait up. I was only surprised to hear that you had left Hogwarts."

"I actually resigned the exact same day you did. I thought that it wasn't doing Minerva or I any good to work together. I thought it would help our relationship to give us some space." Hermione explained.

"You thought it would?" Narcissa noted.

Hermione's lips parted with a dry smile while she leant against the wall closest to the door and furthest from her visitor. "Well, it wasn't a success, as you can see. That day, instead of saving a relationship, I sabotaged two."

This time, Hermione could have sworn that Narcissa's smile had been more than just polite. But maybe it was just wishful thinking. After all, a woman like her must have way too many options to be hung up on an undecisive bushy-haired mess. Yet she couldn't help noticing that Narcissa's sizable breasts seemed to be clenched a little bit tighter by the sides of her cleavage, sign that her breath wasn't that composed anymore also.

"I am sorry to hear that, dear" Narcissa calmly stated, though she seemed to be smiling into her glass of vine.

"No, you're not" Hermione stated before she could control herself.

"You're right" Narcissa agreed, offering Hermione her first honest smile of the evening. "I missed you" she finally admitted.

Hermione silently thanked herself to have only lit the corridor, for the darkness was hiding most of her flush. The night was complete on the outside now and the only light of the room came from the fireplace, which flames were now high enough to lick the insides of the stone confines. Feeling brave – or maybe just desperate – Hermione abandoned her glass on the desk close to her and joined Narcissa on the other side of the sofa.

The older witch captured her last sip of vine and also discarded her glass before leaning back into her seat, finally giving up the stuck-up posture. The privileged view that this position gave Hermione of her cleavage really wasn't helping her flush, though it did resolve their heating situation.

"I … I also missed you. Quite a lot, actually" Hermione suddenly said.

"Really? You had time left to think about your good old evil temptress between two rounds of shining Shackelbolt's shoes?" Narcissa mused, running her lean fingers through her blonde locks.

Hermione addressed her a sour smile, thinking that she did deserve every bit of Narcissa's dry humour. Back then, it had been easy to blame her for everything that happened with Minerva. But now that time had passed, she had to admit that the faulty one would always have to be the one who gave in. Yet Narcissa had been so expert at tempting her that Hermione couldn't shake off the feeling that a little retaliation was due.

"You can learn a lot from that man, you know. But I have to say that learning how to repair that heating system would maybe have been more useful than to know how to beat Percy at chess. You did a wonderful job, it already feels warm in here" Hermione stated, while slowly crossing her arms around her waist to pull off her jumper. Underneath, she wore nothing more than a thin tank top that was so loose that you could see half her bra from the side, and it hung very low on her breasts.

She could have sworn that Narcissa's breath hitched. Nevertheless, the older witch never lost her composure and only smiled politely. "I am glad that I could help you. Maybe I should be going then; it is already late. I am sure that a young witch like yourself has plans on a Saturday evening" Narcissa guessed while slowly sitting up as to prepare for her departure.

"Oh well, you know, now that the heating is back on, I was only planning on running myself a great hot bath. My back is killing me after all these weeks spent behind a desk. You really knew how to unknot these pains" Hermione recalled while running a hand down her neck and forcing a bit on her hurt whimper.

Hermione immediately recognized Narcissa's dilemma in the way she was cautiously licking her lips. She always used to do that when she was about to decide whether she would have a second serving of fruit tart or not. The older witch's eyes staid unfocused for a few more seconds until she finally seemed to have reached a decision. Then, she slowly slid up the couch to sit closer to Hermione and lift up her hands towards her. "They haven't had training in quite some time, but I would be glad to help our close-to-be first female Minister for Magic in any way I can" she finally offered with a smug smile.

"That would be lovely Narcissa. I'm sure your fingers are still as capable as they used to be" Hermione innocently thanked her before she turned around to present her bare shoulders to her former lover and current owner. She heard Narcissa chuckle behind her while she took off her boots and was forced to smile herself. It did sound quite forced.

Yet, as soon as Hermione felt Narcissa's warm and soft fingers knead her muscles, she forgot all about her plans of temptation. Just as it had from the first time on, Narcissa's touch felt perfect. It wasn't the soothing and reassuring feeling of Minerva's sweet caresses. It was a million tiny bolts of lightning that ignited everywhere their skins met. It was a heat that never stopped growing until their final release. It was a chemistry that felt both overwhelmingly torrid and extatically invigorating.

After only a few minutes of Narcissa's work, Hermione let out her first moan, knowing perfectly well that the older witch was already smirking at her easy victory. As a matter of fact, Narcissa didn't hide much of her pleasure to find back her dominant posture for she softly pushed the straps of Hermione's bra and tank top off her shoulders, murmuring into the shell of her ear "If you don't mind, it would make my work much easier". To which Hermione thought that what would make her "work" much easier indeed would be to have her stripped naked already.

But Narcissa seemed to be set on taking her time that particular evening. She continued massaging Hermione's cramped up shoulders for twenty long minutes, keeping her fingers on all appropriate areas and only humming lightly to the faint sound of a guitar playing somewhere in the building. It was only when Hermione had completely set her guard down that her fingers gently worked her way down her spine until she reached the hem of her bra. Hermione's eyes suddenly popped open when she felt her underwear loosening around her ribcage: this woman definitely had the smoothest touch she ever met.

Hermione, however, didn't say a word about it for she had a hunch that Narcissa would pretend it was only for the good of her kneading. She didn't say a word either when Narcissa worked her way down her back and finally grasped the soft of her hips. She only purred lightly and, inch by inch, bent back until her shoulders were resting against her masseuse.

"It is hard to squeeze your shoulders when I can't get a hold of them, dear" Narcissa mused against Hermione's ear, her fingers still around her hips.

"Then squeeze something else" Hermione answered in the same amused tone, closing her eyes in apprehension, her cheeks turning red.

She thought she heard Narcissa's lips widen into a smirk before warm pads travelled under her shirt and found her flat stomach. The fingers lingered there a bit, caressing the soft skin as though expecting to feel a form of life, and then finally crawled up, up and up until they met resistance. Her bra being already loosened, Hermione's breasts were soon at the complete mercy of these hungry fingers.

They grazed the underside of the two modest mounts, nipples already hardening in anticipation for the long-sought contact. Indexes circled the pebbles, coming closer and leaving again without meeting their goal. Hermione shivered by the fifth time Narcissa reached out to just an inch from her nipples. She shifted uncomfortably but didn't open her eyes. "Narcissaa …" she only moaned, swallowing harshly.

"Hmm?" the older witch questioned her, clearly enjoying the effect her little game was having on her.

"Please …"

"Please what, dear?"

"Please touch me" Hermione finally gave in. The words had only just left her throat that Narcissa took a firm hold of both her breasts, capturing her nipples between her indexes and thumbs, cautiously, expertly, rolling them.

"Ahh …" Hermione moaned, her head falling back onto Narcissa's silk-covered shoulder. She took in only but a few seconds of this treatment before she suddenly lifted herself up again, crossed her arms around her waist and pulled off both her shirt and bra. When she turned around to face Narcissa, the blond fought hard to meet her gaze and not lower her eyes on her exposed breasts.

Hermione didn't leave her much time to fight anyway, for she assaulted her mouth with hers, her numb fingers searching for the two large buttons that kept her blazer together. They barely took the time to breathe between avid kisses, not even parting when Hermione took upon herself to straddle Narcissa's lap. There, she could finally get a hold of these damned buttons and push the red vest off the witch.

She couldn't repress a low groan when Narcissa cupped her arse to pull her closer and their chests met; she hadn't been wearing a bra under that revealing blazer. As she felt that silken, purely white skin against hers, Hermione finally drew back for air. Their eyes met and their shared a light, blissful smile, before they finally both looked down each other's chest.

"Merlin, I missed this so much …" Hermione whispered, nearly speechless at the beauty of the woman she was straddling. How could she possibly have lived without any physical contact for that long? Right now, with Narcissa's intoxicating perfume torturing her nostrils and her addictive heat burning every inch of her skin, she couldn't imagine letting go of her for a second.

"Me too, darling … Let me see you" Narcissa added, running a hand through Hermione's bushy locks and forcing her to meet her eyes again. "Mione, darling, please stand up" she gently asked.

Hermione obeyed and Narcissa met her on the white carpet. The blonde reached behind herself to unzip her skirt and let it fall down close to her blazer, leaving her in nothing but her knickers, suspender-belt and stockings. Hermione gasped once more for she realised she had nether been with Narcissa when she was wearing her town clothes. The confidence with which this woman undid her suspenders and rolled her stockings off her legs without breaking their eye contact literally took her breath away.

The blonde had only just set her second naked foot back onto the fluffy carpet that the young witch flung her hands around her naked frame and kissed her mad, trying to capture all her passion and wanton into this one kiss. The joyful hum that stirred Narcissa's throat sounded successful. Her hands were trembling so badly when she reached out for the button of her muggle jeans that Narcissa's met them and they peeled the clothing off her together.

Now in an equal state of bareness, the two witches smiled at each other again, both sensing the glorious luck they had to share this moment with one another. But fast lust took over again and Narcissa gently spun Hermione over to lay her down on the sofa. Then it was her turn to straddle her hips, looking down at her with a sense of victory in her eyes.

"You are so beautiful Hermione" she said in all earnest before she slowly bent over to kiss her jaw, her blonde locks like silken curtains around their reddened cheeks. "So precious". She trailed hot kisses down her pulsing neck, occasionally biting the soft skin to earn a whimper from the younger witch. Down her collarbones and shoulders, straight to her still erect nipples. This time, she wasted no second tormenting Hermione, but instantly latched her lips around the dark pebbles. She sucked, nibbled and licked them until the panties against which her right knee stood were completely soaked and Hermione was but a mess of moans and pleas.

"Cissa, please … need you …" she urged her between two moans, struggling to keep her tone steady. Narcissa was only too happy to oblige and her kisses went further south along with her skilled fingers. When her plumb lips met the edge of her hipbone, her fingers hooked around Hermione's black lace hip hugger and skilfully pulled them down her smooth legs. The brunette's naked silhouette acted on its own accord for she spread her legs instantly, resting one of her feet on the backrest of the sofa to give her better access.

"You still smell divine" Narcissa hummed while licking up Hermione's left thigh, giving up all sense of tease for she had been waiting for this moment for far too long. At least since that one time they had been interrupted in the dark passageway behind a certain portrait.

Hermione only gave out a strangled noise of approval when Narcissa searched for her eyes one last time. The blonde grinned to herself and dived in. She slipped her slender arms around Hermione's chocolate thighs and closed her mouth around her exposed slit. She then drew out her tongue to part her inner lips and gather some of her nectar on her papilla. She purred against her trophy, earning herself an appreciative moan from Hermione though she was only just getting started.

The flat of her tongue was slowly travelling up and down her slit, avoiding both her entrance and her clit for the time being. She couldn't have this poor left out woman come too fast. But she wouldn't have her resting either. Therefore, one of her hands left her thigh to crawl up her stomach and get a hold of her breast.

"Oh!" Hermione called out, taken by surprise for her eyes were still closed. The added pleasure of Narcissa's thumb against her left nipple had her rocking her hips against her mouth with increased speed, urging her for more. Content to see that she was still as skilled as she used to be, Narcissa's tongue finally slipped up to where she was most needed, its tip flicking her bundle of nerves at a steady pace.

"Yes … Gods yes, Cissa.. Don't … stop …" Hermione moaned, her last words barely audible. She wouldn't last much longer; she could feel this familiar, yet almost forgotten feeling building up inside of her. It was this growing tension that started in her core and spread through her entire body, numbing her brains like nothings else ever could. Soon all her nerves were striving towards one same goal: release.

But Narcissa sensed it too and suddenly stopped all motion and crawled up so her glistening face was at levels with Hermione's.

"NO!" Hermione shrieked, her eyes opening broadly in shock. But she only had time to get a glimpse of Narcissa's satisfied smirk before two long fingers entered her, crooked in the perfect angle to meet her g spot at every thrust.

Her head, that had jumped up with her disappointed shriek, fell back against the cushions again and her entire body started spasming. Between the curtains of her eyelashes, her lids nearly closed, her mouth parted in a silent cry, Hermione didn't break the eye contact when her orgasm finally rushed through her. Narcissa's mouth instantly muffled her call with a kiss, theirs tongues meeting while Hermione kept tightening around her fingers with every wave of her release.

At last, Narcissa withdrew her fingers and her lips, lifting her hand to her face to lick her digits clean one by one. A tired smile parted Hermione's lips and she was overtaken by the urge to throw something at the older woman to erase that contemptuous smile from her face.

"I believe the heat is functional again" the blonde commented in a matter-of-fact tone.

"'Can't tell" Hermione muttered, raising a heavy arm to wipe the light sheen of sweat from her forehead.