HP: The Good Side of Black pt 3
Hermione stared at the keys in her palm for a few seconds and then forced herself to pull away from Narcissa ' s grasp. Even as her body protested, she was speaking. " You ' re letting me have my wand. " She turned to face the other woman, gripping the keys hard enough to feel their bite, just to distract herself from the urge to lunge back at the shapely blonde in front of her.
A pale brow cocked on that far too pretty face, and for the first time, Hermione saw the connection between Narcissa and Malfoy. She knew that look very well, as it had been tossed in her direction more than once. It just never... looked so good or made her feel so...hungry. " Is there any reason I shouldn ' t ?"
Hermione ' s grip tightened and she forced herself to step back, groaned with it. " Yes, " she hissed. " There are a million reasons why. You know it. I know it. "
Narcissa let a hand settle on her hip, relaxing her stance. " Shall I point out that you haven ' t got your wand yet ? Or that our circumstances have changed by degrees so profound I have yet to calculate their consequence at a meaningful level. " She started to pace forward, " Why should I deny my mate anything she wishes. Does she plan on leaving me just now ? Do you honestly think you can ?"
Hermione was trembling with the effort to put distance between herself and the woman who slowly stalked her. She needed to be able to think. She needed time. " I don ' t know what I can and cannot do, yet. I don ' t know what just happened. " Her voice cracked. " I don ' t understand. "
"Oh, " Narcissa purred, her smile becoming predatory, " I think you do. You ' re a smart girl. It is not like I haven ' t given you the plot, Mistress Black. "
Hermione didn ' t quite flinch, but her back bumped into the wall, just by the door behind her. " How can this be, Mrs... "
"Ah !" The blonde raised a slim fingertip. " You know better. "
"Narcissa, " Hermione corrected in a whisper and then her eyes closed as a sliver of eroticism spiked within her. She used one hand to feel for the door and, once found, her fingertips wrapped around the frame. She leaned again, finding the wall much less comforting, than her... Brown eyes flickered open, her lips thinned as they compressed in fierce, thoughtful frown.
Narcissa found the expression suddenly adorable. She smiled like a panther at the girl. Her girl.
The cool of the wall did feel good against Hermione ' s heated skin. " Not that it ' s fair. If you can call me Mistress Black... " The words were only half-heartedly spat out, as she actually kind of liked the name Black. After all, there had been Sirius and Andromeda, and whatever their issues, they had never once said that Narcissa had not loved them. " Then I should be able to call you by your surname. If it fits. " It was a protest of independent thought, so randomly grasped, but oddly important to her.
"Hermione. " Her name was said very gently, almost kindly, but with enough of a hint of fire that the younger woman ' s body could do no other than respond. Then Narcissa ' s tone changed slightly, becoming a touch business like, " But of course there will be times when you will wish to say my name thus, and you ' re right, I should perhaps ease up on the use of surnames for the moment. " She drew close enough she could feel the younger woman ' s body heat, " But you have no idea how much it pleases me, how desirable, I find it. You. "
"I ' m scared... " Those two words cost her a fortune in intangibilities, something that Gringotts would never cover. Hermione Granger, now Black, never spoke of fear. She was always one for a brave face, an upright strength. But the moisture pooling between her legs, the need to rush forward just this moment, was making her weak.
Narcissa, now very close, slowed her stalking and paused. She cocked her head, taking in the flushed skin, the ripened and thickened nipples, the scars that could not all be erased. Seeing those, she felt a flower of unkindly anger toward her mate, at how she could begin to compare what was to come with what had already happened.
And then, like a kick to the head or just a profoundly simple epiphany, she understood and it took her aback, almost literally. She breathed out half the realization, " You ' ve never... "
Hermione ' s eyes closed again and she shook her head, a denial and acknowledgment. And then, as if the words pulled themselves out against her will, she said, " I never. I haven ' t had time. And never the right one. "
"Until now. " Then Narcissa stepped back slightly, eyes widening. " Of course, you haven ' t. Of course... You are... Exactly how old are you Hermione ?"
"Exactly ?" the brunette closed her eyes a moment, as if visualizing worlds within. " Twenty, if I ' m counting right. "
"But that ' s... "
"Not impossible. I have... had... a time turner. " Hermione ' s eyes opened and she caught Narcissa ' s surprise. The younger woman ' s expression firmed. " I needed a way to take all my classes. It ' s not like muggle public school here, where there are AP courses. I wanted... I needed to know so much. Even so... if you go strictly by linear time, I ' m eighteen. " Her body tensed a little and her eyes flashed with a touch of irony. She offered a little more information. " In muggle England, the age of consent is sixteen. "
Now it was Narcissa ' s turn to look discomfited, though it was very brief and replaced almost instantly with calculation. " And consent has been given, has it not ?"
Hermione blinked, startled and she looked into, well, one couldn ' t call the gaze that Narcissa offered amused, but the fair woman ' s expression was not a fearsome thing. No, it was quite the opposite. "Yes. " Though it had felt half the time as if she were outside of her body, she clearly remembered the elf ' s question and had known that she had made the choice to give answer that had fallen from her lips.
"Hermione, we can not stay in this room much longer. You are going to have to let go of the wall. Or I might find myself forced to pry you away. "
Hermione ' s issued another one of her silent laughs. " I need somewhere to put the keys. "
"You have a set of drawers in our room. "
"Oh. " The girl ' s flush rose from the top of her feet to her cheeks. She ducked her head and pushed away from the wall, not quite crossing the distance, which would have forced Narcissa to catch her. " Good. Thank you. "
It seemed amazing that she could walk under her own power. Hermione all but force-marched herself to the room, with Narcissa trailing behind her like an erotic, wafting ghost and ever present haunting of desire. The brunette did not look back, no doubt for the same reason that Narcissa pushed herself not to rush forward. They were riding near the crispy edge, and both had things to do.
Hermione stopped in the doorway, staring. " Is this how we left it ?"
The bedroom, which had been ornate before, in that its a room for the dark and wealthy kind of way, had been mildly transformed ; lightened and made a touch gauzy. Flower petals were strewn upon the floor, but not upon the bed. " I see they went for practical, " Narcissa said, amused. " Just put the keys on top of something, Hermione. They won ' t go away. "
As soon as she actually entered the room, Hermione ' s steps lost their surety. She did not stumble, but her progress slowed as each step brought a tingle of awareness, from the feet on up, of what was to come. The floor itself seemed energized with potential, and perhaps it was. More old magic ? Or just elf magic doing its usual thing ? Hermione could not say, but there were several flat surfaces to choose from, including that promised set of drawers, of which there was really only one piece. This too they would, apparently, be sharing.
Her hands shook as she set the keys down, briefly letting her fingertips run along their metal edges as if checking their substance. She realized she would miss their tempering bite, as in some ways that harsh grip had been all that had kept her moving forward. She heard, rather than saw the creak of the bed and turned to see that Narcissa already sat upon one side, on the nearest edge to where Hermione stood, legs crossed at the ankles, hands propped behind her.
Hermione ' s breath caught as she took in the vision of pale skin, perfect body, proud bust and those pink, pert nipples. It turned out she did not need keys, as her own nails dug in quite fine.
She fought for control, felt it slipping, as her teeth dug into her lower lip.
Narcissa, gave her that brief moment, then, sat up, shifting until she was fully upright and her feet were flat to the floor. She patted her thighs. " Come here, my Hermione. "
Hermione ' s gaze fluttered down, noting the nest of golden curls and how they glistened. She was unaware of how her nostrils flared, how her expression turned to one that held trepidation and want, deep want.
Narcissa thought about demanding, about compelling. T hese ideas brought with them tickles of delight, but she desired Hermione ' s free will, such as it might be between them, far more. So she extended a hand, held it out in invitation, as if she were asking the younger woman to dance ; which in a broad sense, she was.
Hermione ' s fists unclenched and she took a hesitant step forward, and then another, much more firm and then a rush of movement and Narcissa felt her hand taken, held almost too tightly.
The blonde drew the brunette in. " Straddle me. I ' m afraid we have no time for the usual games, Hermione. And certainly the elves have seen to it that we do not have the pleasure of disrobing one another. " She was gratified when the other woman obeyed, question in her eyes, but not on her tongue. She realized that the girl might have a reputation for speaking and having a million things to say, but she realized she was also a very intense listener. Narcissa ' s exhale was staggered as Hermione took her requested place, and she felt the hot contact of her thighs and the way she instinctively wrapped her legs around her own.
The older woman lifted her hands and and brought them up to Hermione ' s face. Her fingertips trailed the dim pale scars along the right side of her face ; permanent evidence of her trials in Narcissa ' s home. Despite the wounds that brought them, on her they were beautiful, marks of bravery. Courage. Narcissa was reminded that this girl was of Gryffindor.
Hermione, whom she would have guessed would at any normal circumstance retracted, leaned into the touch. The scars, healed, were oddly very sensitive and the light strokes caused a thrill to warm from belly to chest, to face. The brunette grasped the blonde ' s forearms, sliding her her hands up to where Narcissa now cupped her face. " I don ' t need games now, " Hermione said, her voice rough. " I ' ve had enough games to last a lifetime. "
Narcissa drew her thumb under Hermione ' s eyes, where moisture had suddenly spilled. " I know, " she said softly, letting her touch comfort where her words might not. " And more games to come, unfortunately. But you and I shall speak of this later. "
Hermione nodded, lowering her eyes. Thus she did not see the way Narcissa leaned forward, had not anticipated the soft press of red, bow-shaped lips, nor the way it sparked so suddenly, like a wildfire.
The brunette pressed back, mouth opening slightly, instinctively inviting the delicate intrusion of the older woman ' s tongue. She shivered at the sultry power of the kiss, how it seemed to ignite small fires all over her skin, her body. She was a flood of need and she groaned, reaching out and wrapping her arms in sudden possessiveness around the other woman ' s neck.
Narcissa ' s hands flowed downward, along vulnerable neck, across breast tightened by desire. She let her palms flow over both of them, cupping and teasing, nearly laughing as Hermione wriggled. Her own need burned within her and she realized she loved the way this girl, this young woman, kissed. She owned her lips, claimed them with a hot ferocity.
Narcissa ' s hands slid around the surface of Hermione's skin. It was all very soft and whole, due to the elves' mighty handy-work, but she could still feel the textural differences where scars crossed and blended. She heard the girl gasp and respond, shiver and arch, to her touch as they slid along the sensitive places. Hermione would always be beautiful, but some of the marks she'd gained from Bella's treatment, most magically applied, were etched forever; though their effects had been changed by the elves' healing magic. Now they were like a cat's secret pleasure, if one knew where to touch, one could cause the purr.
The blonde's touch moved to the girls back, the palms first and then, the nails, a light scraping. Hermione cried out against the kiss, thrusting forward as if needing and wanting to get even closer, but the older woman pushed her hips back ; even as she thrust her breasts up, just to gasp and feel the way their breasts rode and thrilled. Then, with deliberate motion, Narcissa spread her legs, spreading Hermione with her.
The lion-maned girl drew back from the kiss with darkened eyes and a startled gasp. Which became a different noise altogether, as Narcissa, wasting no time, drew one hand down and around. Another day she might have stopped to tease, but not now, not today, when what she needed to do was claim this woman. She curled part of her hand, but two fingertips slid and deepened across silken depth. Her mind ' s eye envisioned their rich color. The scent was enough to drive her mad.
Hermione ' s hips tilted in instinct toward the touch. Narcissa forced herself to slow, to move her fingertips in circular slow motion around the tender entrance.
"Please. " Hermione whispered against her lips, dragging out the kisses in tonguing desperation. " Please. "
Always so polite.
So different than she had been led to believe. Or rather, than she had wanted to believe. But now, her mate begged her, pressed to her with fierce urgency. She could hardly refuse.
"Hold still, " the blonde commanded. It was like asking the waves not to move, but she felt Hermione stall and that was when Narcissa invaded, sliding in against the gasp of startled stretch and moan. She pushed in, slowly, persistently, knowing that Hermione ached to ride by the way her shoulders burned from the younger woman ' s nails. She felt the tight barrier give and go, as she pressed in to the hilt. Hermione shouted and Narcissa caught it, felt the flavor of it. Growled for it. " Mine. " Always hers.
She pulled slowly back, felt her woman ' s resistance, until she pushed back again. " Now. Hermione. Now ride me. "
Hermione ' s thrust to her hand was a thing of beauty, trust. Depth. Narcissa felt her flex around her fingers, slide so wetly. The copper tang only added to the glory. She kissed her mate deeply, began to push and pull to the younger woman ' s rhythm. Her thumb brushed against the young woman's pulsing, sensitive pearl, causing more delicious cries. Narcissa felt heat grow and flood within her, knew her own hips were rocking, pushing her hand in time.
With a deliberate motion she used her free hand to guide Hermione, feeling no shame in the fact that her mate needed tutoring. Only a dizzying and strange, needful exultation. The girl allowed her hand to be shaped, drawn down.
"Oh !" It was an exclamation of discovery, as fingertips roughened by work and constant magical effort, slid with delicate determination along Narcissa ' s folds. The blonde ' s legs parted more and she slid forward on the bed, still supported enough, but now open enough for the brunette to seek and find.
Narcissa gasped as she was entered, perhaps not so subtly, but the ownership was powerful in its own right. Her hips bucked to Hermione ' s touch. And the girl drew back, long enough to see that the normal chocolate gaze had turned a shade of gold and amber, even with the way her eyes were dilated. Hermione ' s expression was just as feral as the blonde ' s, just as claiming. " Mine !"
Her eyes sparked and Narcissa saw it. Magic slid down their arms, their thrusting fingers.
Then they were lost. Drawn into an ancient spiral dance, which only pulled them further and further into each other ' s skin.
It was no one thing. Kisses, the way their bodies slid together as they claimed one another, the glancing touches and the scrapes, that seemed just to happen at the right time. One moment it was all build up, all climb.
The next... It was an arcing ribbon of light, like the shower of sparks from a wand first discovering its companion. Only brighter and brighter, and so much deeper. The companion light surrounded them, ribboned through them, scored them and tied them tightly. Their world shook again, like the slam of that great book, only soundless. Neither of them had cried out this time, as if what was between them had been so sacred that those constantly listening ears should not hear it.
But Narcissa and Hermione did. They heard each other, felt each other, filled each other.
And were lost to one another.
- HP -
Time was meaningless to them. Neither tracked the chimes of clocks or the way that food and drink appeared at regular intervals. The bed, the bath, the floor, the table, these things they knew, simply for surfaces and play - discovery spaces. Their bodies were ceaseless amusements and, yes, there were pauses and rests, yes sleep took them and dreamed them, but the flare of need would spark again so abruptly, so strong, that they had no resistance at all to the pull.
The elf ' s mischief was an accidental, but inevitable, discovery, and it could not be quite called mischief and it might not have been the elves, it was just Narcissa had wanted, briefly, someone to blame. It had been discovered while her mouth was upon Hermione, and she ' d allowed her tongue to rove through the sweet curls. Her tongue had encountered a bump, one that had Hermione all but lifting off the bed, and one not located in its usual place.
More, that bump responded, to tongue and touch, growing with swift speed until Narcissa was holding a thick, quivering shaft. Both women had stared, shocked by its sudden appearance and then they ' d looked at each other. Narcissa hadn ' t meant to flex her hand, but the way Hermione had bucked...
It had then become a case of waste not.
She ' d straddled her lover and then guided that thick, long rod blissfully, deeply in. Hermione had actually screeched with pleasure. Or was it herself. It was hard to say, as once Narcissa felt the way her lover ' s staff thicken and pulse within, the younger woman essentially took over from there.
Hermione was a natural, and already deeply sensitive to Narcissa ' s pleasure. Just as Cissy was for her. Her hands and mouth were a bonus, but that rocking deep plunging called forth primal erotic urgency. They pitched into each other, the sounds of their bodies connecting providing counterpoint to the naked wanton notes they could not avoid sharing. Even as Hermione steadied herself with one hand, the other was busy, palming across Narcissa's sensitized skin, breasts, nipples. The younger woman's lips applied sultry pressure, here and there. Her tongue drew arcane glyphs and sigils. At one point Narcissa was almost sure that her breasts would spill milk, the pressure to give herself to her mate was so strong. The need turned everything around, turned her inside out and all the plots and the plans she'd originated evaporated and disassembled around headier, more powerful truths.
By the time Hermione released and gushed within her, thoroughly and powerfully, the older woman had been thrown through ecstasy ' s fountain so many times the stars had re-patterned within her and her whole purpose had changed.
And then Narcissa realized, as if she had inherited Hercules strength and stamina, Hermione had not flagged; indeed, while nature had given them a moments rest the girl had remained steady and full, and then, as if compelled or simply because her need was strong, the young woman had begun softly to move and push within her. Narcissa found that her own sweet lethargy waned quickly, with each amorous kiss, each gentle thrust. A part of her mind remembered that she had intended to talk with her mate about something important, but the other part did not care at all and so then she'd joined the new dance with a hearty, surrendering abandon, wondering at how she'd changed in so short a space of time.
And, as before, they had loved one another again, and again. The younger woman had the blonde nearly every which way and almost tirelessly ; until Narcissa had pushed for rest from the way her beast, her lion, demanded.
She ' d been half afraid, that as delightful as Hermione ' s male aspect was, it wouldn ' t go away. But it did, fading back a little more slowly than it had arrived, but returning to its tiny magical space to await its next summons. Which, on the whole of things, wasn ' t that long of a wait as Narcissa quite delighted in all aspects of her mate.
- HP -
It was not a case of enough, as it was possible that neither woman would ever have enough of each other, but a point came, when Ginda came into their rooms while they rested. The elf found them entwined, and when they sat up, it took a moment to reposition themselves with Hermione, though shorter, behind, and Narcissa reclining on her front. Hermione ' s arms wrapped around Narcissa ' s belly and her expression was completely relaxed for the first time since the whole thing began.
"Forgive the intrusion, Mistress, but this one must tell you... " The head elf looked away as if sheepish.
Narcissa ' s voice was like warm honey, a leftover purr, " ... must tell us what ?"
"We interfered. " The head elf took a step back, as if expecting one of the women to leap forward at them.
"Really, " Narcissa drawled, her expression amused. " Tell us how. "
"We did as you bade, yes, in the healing, planning for what you needed. And the bonding, yes. We were aware you needed time for your completion, as such things, need time. " Ginda shifted nervously and wrung her hand. " But time still had to move, you see, if slowly outside, but there are those around you... "
Both Narcissa and Hermione glanced at each other. " Yes ?"
The house elf at first looked embarrassed and then put on a brave face, bouncing forward on her feet, with a kind of agitation. " We let them hear some of the screams, Mistress. The ones most... frightening. It was expected. " She grimaced. " We perhaps... embellished. She wanted screams. And if she had come in, it would have ruined... "
"Ah... " Narcissa drawled, suddenly understanding. " Of course. Then, one may say you guarded us ?"
"Would one say ?" Ginda looked hopeful, but a little terrified.
"Has she, " the emphasis was clear as to whom Narcissa meant, " ... touched you ?"
"No Mistress, just things thrown. No elf will tarry overlong with her. "
"Good. I do not permit you to come to harm by Bellatrix ' hand. She may be my sister, but you are far too valuable. "
The smile they received was as bright as any seen. " Mistress. "
"Then one will say that your duty to me, to my Hermione, to Draco, is to guard, yes ?"
"Yes, Mistress. We will. "
"Well done. How much time has passed in their time ?"
"Two days, Mistress. Shall the elves allow time to flow again ?"
Narcissa felt great reluctance to return to the world, but every honeymoon ended. " Yes. But give us time to prepare. And alert us when you do. "
"Yes, Mistress. "
The house elf disappeared again.
Hermione said softly, " I ' m not sure we ever had that talk you planned... "
Narcissa turned in her arms, grinned and moved upwards to capture the lips she ' d grown quite familiar with. " What talk ?"
- HP -