Staring into her glass of wine Hermione began reflecting on the last fortnight and what brought her to this quiet restaurant in muggle London. The day after her time with Narcissa Black she had received an owl enquiring as to when their next meeting would be. Uncontrollable excitement brewed deep inside Hermione and she replied instantly and they both agreed that the young witch's next visit to Malfoy Manor was to be that very evening.
Hermione had stayed longer than she intended. After gathering the required information she and Narcissa turned the conversation away from the dark arts and to literature.
Narcissa couldn't help but smile at the girl's enthusiasm. Her hazel eyes filled with passion as she spoke, words falling from her lips flawlessly. Narcissa glanced at Hermione's lips and briefly imagined what they would feel like pressed against hers. She longed to kiss the girl, taste her. She snapped out of such thoughts almost immediately when Hermione leaned over her in order to reach her butterbeer. Her body slightly and gently touching the older woman next to her.
That slight touch made Hermione's stomach squirm and she finally understood the term 'butterflies'. Sitting back she looked up at Narcissa and noticed a light pink blush in the woman's beautifully pale skin.
The two women had surprisingly clicked. They shared interests such as literature and Narcissa was relying on Hermione to introduce her to some of the best muggle literature. Both wanted to see the world and experience cultures of other kinds and the two were intrigued by more ancient kinds of magic that modern witches and wizards couldn't comprehend. It was their shared interests in those topics and secretly each other that meant they were practically inseperable. For two weeks the women had met up every night. Some nights were spent in the library of the manor, some in various restaurants and cafe's in muggle London. That was what brought them to now.
Sat opposite Hermione was Narcissa. Her platinum blonde hair fell down her back and over her shoulders, her eyes filled with emotion and spark and those ruby red lips curved into a genuine smile. After spending 14 evenings and countless hours with the woman, Hermione was still overwhelmed by her beauty and would often find herself lost as she gazed into those bright blue eyes.
Narcissa had noticed the way the brunette had been looking at her. She swore she could see the longing and lust in Hermione's eyes but logic told her she was mistaken. Why would this beautiful young girl want her? That didn't stop her from dreaming though. Hermione occupied Narcissa's mind day and night, she couldn't escape those hazel eyes and light pink lips for the life of her.
'I've always wanted to go to South America, legend says that ancient magic can be sensed within some of the ruins. I've always wondered if what appear to be simplistic drawings of life to muggles is actually something else. From what I've heard the drawings move and tell a story about magic at the time. That suggests that some of the first beings on he planet were in fact magical and could definitely help with a timeline on where magic descended.' Narcissa stared longingly as Hermione spoke. She watched as her eyes filled with emotion as the girl got lost in what she was saying. Narcissa truly, had never met someone as passionate Hermione. She soon realised that she hadn't responded to the girl whatsoever apart from practically drooling over her.
'I agree, the idea that magic originates with Merlin is cliched and ridiculous. How could one man start a secret magical society within the entire world.'
Narcissa was the first person she had met who was interested in the origin of magic. Sure, some people seemed interested but when it came down to it they were happy to just accept that they had magical abilities and leave it at that.
The conversation wasn't the only thing flowing between the two, between hem they had managed to drink two bottles of wine before leaving the restaurant. Narcissa had noticed that Hermione wasn't as accustomed to drinking as she was and was reluctant to let the girl apparate home.
'Hermione, I insist! I would never forgive myself if you splinched badly, or ended up lost in Timbuktu!'
With that Hermione felt a strong arm wrap around her waist and gently pull her in. The alcohol had made the sensation of disapperating a lot worse and when she arrived back at her flat she felt as though she'd spent an hour in a washing machine. Narcissa noticed the queasy look on Hermione's face and slowly lowered her onto the sofa.
'Accio glass.' A well timed arm caught the glass as it flew through the air.
'Aguamenti.' The glass filled itself with water and Narcissa raised it to Hermione's lips.
She watched as the colour returned to the young girls cheeks and sat next to her. Hermione instinctively leaned into the woman next to her, gently resting her head on her shoulder. Hermione then felt that strong arm wrap around her only this time delicately and hesitantly. Immediately Hermione felt her skin tingle, as though it were coming alive where Narcissa touched her. The older woman sub consciously began to gently rub Hermione's back. She felt as Hermione's breath deepened and she looked down to see the young witch fast asleep. She couldn't help but smile at how cute Hermione was. She looked peaceful, though her eyelids lightly flickered as she dreamed. Sliding her other arm underneath the brunette's legs she lifted her and effortlessly carried her to the bed. Carefully laying her down and draping the duvet across her. She paused for a second to look at the girl as she moaned quietly in her sleep and as she turned to leave she heard Hermione whisper. A name. Her name.
'N...Narcissa.' Hermione's voice, though quiet, was filled with passion and lust. Narcissa spun round only to find that the girl was still sound asleep. She was dreaming. About lips curved into a slight smirk as she flicked her wand to produce some parchment. Quietly she wrote a note and left it on he pillow beside the sleeping girl. Lightly sighing when she realised she had to leave.
Her head pounded when she slowly managed to open her eyes. Confused she looked around. She certainly did not remember getting in to bed last night. The last thing she remembered was the feeling of soft fingers, gently stroking and rubbing her back. Narcissa. Sinking back into her bed she noticed the rustling of parchment next to her. Looking across she saw perfect writing, elegantly curled and slanted as though the writer had spent hours perfecting each letter.
Hermione,
I thoroughly enjoyed this evening and hope you did too. I await your owl in the morning to alert me as to whether you are alive or not. I hope you had a good nights sleep and your dreams were sweet.
Always, Narcissa x
Hermione's heart fluttered as she read the note. She had stopped trying to deny her attraction to the witch after their second meeting. Briefly she wondered, what if Narcissa did feel the same?
Narcissa smirked as she thought of Hermione reading her note. She couldn't suppress a giggle at the idea of Hermione dreaming about her. Gently she bit her lip as once again, her mind filled with images of the girl, and the memory of hearing her say her name with such longing. She didn't know how long she would be able to hide her true feelings. She could see herself easily falling for the girl. Looking down at the letter in her hand she smirked again. It was time to act, there was only one way to find out if Hermione truly did feel the same way. Tonight. 8pm. Hermione's flat for dinner. It was almost impossible for the blonde to hide her excitement at the brilliance of her plan. She was going o drive the girl nuts with lust and she couldn't wait.
The soft sound of the doorbell brought Hermione too her senses. She had been fussing over her outfit in the mirror or almost an hour. Eager to see the blonde witch she ran to the door. Narcissa looked breathtaking. She stood in a blue dress, clinging to her perfect curves. Hermione just stared. Her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide. She always forgot how good Narcissa looked until she was there.
'Going to invite me in Miss Granger?' Narcissa playfully teased as she passed, purposely brushing against the young witch. So far her plan seemed to be working.
Hermione had cooked them a marvellous meal and as the pair sat down Narcissa flicked her wand, diminishing the lights and replacing them with several lit candles. The flickering of the candles lit up the face in front of her in a beautiful glow and Hermione's heart melted. She couldn't believe that she was having a candlelit dinner with Narcissa.
No one could have ever predicted this. Hermione watched as the older woman smirked, licking her spoon while looking deep into the hazel of Hermione's eyes. She could no longer deny the arousal spreading through her as her imagination wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that tongue. Hermione felt the blush spread through her cheeks which only worsened when Narcissa giggled at her. Before she could register what was happening Narcissa leaned forward with her spoon. Hermione took a moment to realise what she meant and opened her mouth, allowing the woman to feed her some of the chocolate ice cream. Hermione looked into Narcissa's eyes as she deliberately licked the spoon as sexily as she could. Unaware that she had chocolate sauce at the side of her mouth. Narcissa giggled again. A sweet and sexy sound that drove Hermione insane. Moving her chair so that she was next to the young witch she leaned in, swallowing hard, her eyes not leaving Hermione's before she leaned in and gently licked the chocolate sauce away from the brunette's mouth.
Hermione felt her heart beat hammer against her chest as she turned her head, ever so lightly brushing her lips against those of Narcissa Black. Cupping Narcissa's cheek in her hand she gently stroked her thumb across her cheek bone. Looking into her intensely passionate blue eyes. Narcissa slowly licked her bottom lip, cautiously awaiting the brunette's next move. Hermione took a final glance at the full lips of the woman in front of her before softly pressing hers against them. She felt Narcissa move closer to her, one arm wrapping around her and holding her close and the other running through Hermione's thick, chocolate hair. Hermione's hand stayed resting on Narcissa's cheek and the other rested on her hip. She moaned quietly into the other woman's mouth as she felt the slender fingers of the older woman lift up the back of her shirt, working their way underneath and gently caressing the small of her back. Narcissa seized the opportunity to slowly slide her tongue into Hermione's mouth. Carefully wrapping it with Hermione's. Their tongues danced together as though they were meant for each other. The kiss was deep and passionate. The rising feelings between the pair were released and there was no doubt in either of the witch's minds that they were falling. Hard.
Narcissa was the first to pull away, smiling as she looked into Hermione's eyes.
Hermione's voice was weak as she was the first to break the intense silence as they stared longingly into each lets eyes.
'W...ow. Wow.'
Narcissa laughed at the reaction of the girl in front. She was by far the sweetest thing in the world and her kiss only proved that. Narcissa leaned in, pressing her lips to Hermione's once again. The two women spending their evening like love sick teenagers. Kissing and cuddling each other all evening, unable to get enough of each other. They left their questions and queries behind and simply enjoyed the happiness they felt. Neither were ready to progress and move their antics to the bedroom but neither wanted to end the feelings surrounding them.
Narcissa woke first. Her neck stiff when she realised she had slept upright on the sofa. Looking down she noticed Hermione, half lying on her. Their fingers locked together, Narcissa's free arm holding Hermione in place. Hermione's head resting on Narcissa's chest. She had fallen asleep listening to the steady heartbeat of the woman of her dreams. Safe and content without a worry in the world. She stirred when the soothing voice reached her ears.
'Good morning beautiful.'