Apologies for the the rather ridiculous gap between chapter 3 and 4 folk I think it has been over a year. Good GOD! I have been in and out of hospital a lot in the last year and kind of forgot about this. But I hope this chapter makes up for my absence! Please enjoy, I hope you do!
A few more days into all this love and Hermione's muscles were sorely stretched, her body shocked and soaking but somehow impossibly wanting more. The Halloween holidays were coming to an end and Hermione knew she would have to visit the Weasleys, so she did. Promising Narcissa she would be no sooner gone till she was back. When she arrived everyone had wide smiles and lung crushing hugs. For once actually she felt underdressed for the Weasley's, it seemed George and Angelica had announced their engagement. She was there in what she was sure her mother would charitably call 'slacks' even Mr Weasley looked aristocratic in his own lob-sided way. The women were all in skirts and dresses. This made Hermione nervous, she began to over think things, like she was immediately visible as a woman being sexually awakened by another woman – that nasal misfit; a lesbian- but if the word was printed on her forehead, everyone was too polite to mention it.
By nine, stuffed and a little suffocated, Hermione felt she could decently leave. They asked her to stay, of course so she had to say, "Oh, I'd love to, thank you but I'd better get back, promised I would give McGonagall a hand with some things before everyone comes back." They tried a few more murmuring protests but Hermione stood her ground. Molly followed her outside to say goodbye before she apparated. "Rushing back, eh? At this hour?" Hermione cringed she never really could lie to or hide things from Molly, but she tried her best. "Good luck, Hermione, see you soon dear. I hope he is a nice fellow. He's lucky to have you." Hermione smiled to herself as Molly became a blur, only she knew he wasn't a he at all. When she arrived back at the apartment she found Narcissa curled up on the sofa, a book resting in her hands and her reading glasses slightly askew on her face. She laughed quietly she loved coming home and finding images such as this. She lifted the book off Narcissa's chest with a quick glance at the title 'Catcher in the rye,' it had always been a favourite of hers. She noticed Narcissa stirred and crouched beside her on the floor.
"Your back...What time is it?" Hermione bent down and placed a soft kiss on the other woman's lips, "it is just after nine, sleepy head." Narcissa smiled and pulled her back down for another embrace this one much more lasting but it was interrupted when Narcissa yawned. "Sorry babe, guess I am kinda tired, these last few days as fun as they have been, have really taken it out of me." Hermione laughed, "Really, I would never have noticed."She held her arms out for Narcissa and led her to the bedroom. Tonight it seems they would just sleep, Hermione lay on her back staring up at the ceiling, Narcissa was fast asleep with her arm draped across her stomach. This is the time when Hermione should sleep but her brain seemed to think it was the best time to mull things over. Like when it was ok to use terms of endearment. When does 'honey' start, or 'sugar' or 'babe,' or whichever lower-case terms seems right to capture the spontaneity of fondness? All those times when a given name seems too formal, too serious or even harsh, and you want something friendlier as a salute or calling. In their earlier days it was only 'you' between them. It was all they needed but by this point Hermione had realised she had become Narcissa's babe. "Come on babe, let's go," "Hey babe do you want some coffee?"Hermione liked babe, it wasn't too frilly or delicate – it sounded tough, like they were in this together. It's you and me babe, I got you babe. It made Hermione feel like a rock chick, as she told Narcissa later.
After which she had to, on demand play a minute and a half of air guitar and toss her curly mane of hair around, as any self-respecting rock chick would. Much to Narcissa enjoyment, she threw her head back laughing so hard tears streamed down her face. Even more so when Hermione chased her for making fun of her and held her down so she could tickle her. But what could she call Narcissa? Hermione was positive she could not pull off 'babe'; it wouldn't have sounded authentic, coming from her. She didn't have the jacket for it, or the attitude. Her voice was too faint. (She never really had liked her own voice.) Honey had only brought on thoughts of her own mother, a constant honeyer, which was not a good idea and darling wasn't even in the running. Which left sweetheart? Sweetheart. It seemed to fit. It was a classic, after all and yes, sweet, without being cloying, she would try it out to see how it sounded.
They were on the train together heading back to Hogwarts a few days later, Narcissa was reading. Hermione had been looking out the window, not seeing the beautiful landscape, blinded as she was by the overwhelming fact of how much had happened, how completely the world had changed since she had last ridden this train, she turned and in an unrehearsed voice said. "Sweetheart?" she cleared her throat, "could you pass me the newspaper?" "Sure." Narcissa barely looked up from the page to find the paper and hand it over. "Thanks," Hermione said casually so that only she knew of the thrilling step she had just taken. Hermione had never before had a sweetheart. And now she did.
They had to be careful not to seem too intimate; they were on the train with the other students of course. They could have just apparated but Narcissa had expressed how much she loved the view as the train flew through England's obscure countryside. Providing they weren't caught by Ron, Harry or any of the others under the illusion they were already at Hogwarts they would be fine. They would apparate out before the train pulled into the station at Hogwarts. This is exactly what happened. The boys were none the wiser for now. But Hermione sometimes found herself positive, she was going to get caught, watching Narcissa the way that she did. Narcissa had become flawless from this sublime distance. The more Hermione saw of Narcissa, the more she loved her. Her humanness became real. Hermione understood that Narcissa was brittle-tempered, that she was not always truthful; she still harboured schools of fears under her seemingly fearless surface. But these qualities made Hermione want more than ever to protect her and adore her – calm her temper against students who refused to see past who she used to be, hold her quietly through the stories she did or didn't choose to tell about herself, and especially to life-raft Narcissa through when the fear gathered round her, threatening to attack. No matter how much she protested Hermione knew that Narcissa lived in fear of what Lucius could do and inevitably will do.
Meanwhile, as afternoons were given over to taking in her lover's look and movements, she became more fascinated by every curve and crevice, every gesture and hesitation. She knew Narcissa's face when it had a pale, sleepy sheen and when hair was slightly scattered and unkempt she had been up most of the night grading tests. There was wildness to her beauty. On a couple of occasions she had snuck out late and spent the night with Narcissa. On those nights Hermione would kiss her clothed shoulder, remembering the taste of the skin beneath those layers of wool and cotton. She could kiss her everywhere in these moment and did. Her mouth roamed over Narcissa's body as freely as her hands and eyes and words. Her mouth knew her lovers body's secret distinctions: it's caches of salt, it's various textures (the way her earlobe was a soft as dough, the hot fold at the top of her thighs), it's hypnotic smoothness along her back, her cheeks, her stomach. But Narcissa mouth was still Hermione's favourite place, her home away from home. Her own went there always, before and after, returning contentedly to the perfectness of a kiss. Once there she could stay for days. And Hermione too was discovered. Narcissa explored her, she brought to life parts of Hermione she had never conceived of and couldn't have begun to name. Once, Narcissa had found a spot within Hermione that seemed to be the single concentration of her excitement. It was the place of pleasure, purely and when it was touched, Hermione just flooded with delight. Literally as if Narcissa had turned on a tap. Hermione would have been so embarrassed, if she hadn't been so high on the sensation of it.
She learned for the first time that she was beautiful, a notion that had never occurred to her before. In Narcissa's resonant voice she had heard herself described as graceful, lean, curved, and lovely and came to believe the words a little. She was learning what it felt like from the inside, this great life secret. She was finding herself capable of sound and furies she would never had dreamed of – not in Hermione the self she had known. Was it like this for everyone? The transformation and the contrast? Hermione was still a quiet person: that's how she seemed even to herself. Narcissa would sometimes look at her hair-swept, sweat-tossed lover and say, her own cheeks hot with surprise, "My god! There something in you, Hermione. There is something, it is so wild – where does it come from?" Then, to counter the hint of alarm in her voice, she added "It's wonderful."
The boys were completely oblivious to the whole thing; they were completely oblivious to everything that wasn't quidditch and boobs, quite frankly. But Hermione excused them, this was their year to be normal, regular boys that weren't being chased by a Dark Wizard and whose lives were not in danger. Plus she was quite obsessed with someone breasts herself. Minerva was brilliant about the whole thing, she was well aware of the fact Hermione was of age but she had reached the conclusion that if they were found out before the end of the year she would simply, DENY DENY DENY. That seemed fair to both women. As for work, they had both tried to stay focused but when in each other's company; alone it was truly quite hard to concentrate. Together, in Narcissa room, which was so close to her bedroom and not altogether separate from her kitchen, they tried very hard to work. Narcissa lay on her side on the sofa, within the clutch of the lamp light above her head, reading through sloppy homework questions, head cradled in her eloquent hand. That hand: it was hard for Hermione to look at it sometimes without remembering its other talents.
"I can't concentrate," she said. She was sitting against a wall in the corner near two heaps of books. "Try," Narcissa didn't even look up. A book spread across her, her head dipped misleadingly down. Hermione sneakily stared over at Narcissa on the sofa. Those smart eyes covering yards of words, translating all those ridiculous answers. The way Narcissa read was like the way she walked down a street, sure of her carriage and her direction, while staying open to new colours and languages round her. "You know I could spend my night, watching you read." Narcissa pursed her lips. "That would be tiresome." Hermione gave a soft chuckle, "for you maybe. Not for me. For me, it would be heaven." This made Narcissa's eyes flutter away from the page reluctantly. Hermione got quietly up from where she was sitting and tiptoed over to where Narcissa was sitting, she was so engrossed she didn't even noticed the brunettes approach. She pounced of the unsuspecting blonde, who squealed in fright, until laughter took over as Hermione tickled her. She tried so hard to be serious, "Hermione we... have work to...do." she said in-between fighting the urge to laugh. However she soon realised her efforts were futile, and she began to fight back. They tickled each over so rambunctiously that they landed on the floor in a heap.
Hermione took this opportunity to wrap her arms her arms all around Narcissa as she lay in the foetal position on the floor trying to catch her breath. "I wished I never had to let go, just have you here contained in my arms." Narcissa pulled away slightly. "Contain me? Is that what you want to do?" Hermione heard the warning but decided not to let that stop her. "Yes." She exclaimed. "You, here in my arms forever sounds just perfect. We were given: two hands to hold, two legs to walk, two eyes to see and two ears to listen. But why were we only given one heart? The other was given to someone else for us to find. And I hope I have found mine. I love you." She looked into Narcissa eyes and for once she didn't find assurance she found fear, the silence now in the room was killing her, she had told Narcissa of her love for her and yet Narcissa stayed silent. Hermione quickly pulled away and try to take swiftly to her feet, she was preparing to run, tear were beginning to well up in her eyes. What had she just done? It had only been a matter of weeks, she was so stupid sometimes. She turned to head for the door and a hand clasped itself around her wrist. "Narcissa, I am sorry, I'm sorry..." Narcissa spun her round placed her finger tips to her mouth in an effort to silence her. "But Narcissa..." She was silenced again this time with a kiss, soft subtle but convincing. "Did you mean it?" Narcissa whispered and for the first time Hermione noticed the tears streaming down the blondes face. Without even thinking she ran her thumb over Narcissa cheek brushing off the teary residue. "Every word and I am sorry." She hung her head, expecting Narcissa to tell her she was being a silly naive girl, that this was nothing to her but a bit of fun. "No one, not one single person has ever made me feel my whole life the way you did just now." Hermione didn't know if that was good or bad, "And how would that be," she asked quietly. "Loved, and not in a motherly way. In the way that stops your heart when someone tells you, because with every fibre of you being you feel the same way." "Does that mean..." Narcissa lifted Hermione chin so she was looking directly into those beautiful brown orbs, "Yes Hermione, I love you too."
Narcissa loved her, she really loved her. When Hermione finally came crashing down to earth, without hesitating she reached up, curled her fingers into Narcissa's hair and pulled the older woman to her, their lips crashing together. They both moaned at the contact, Narcissa's fingers found their way into and got lost in Hermione's curly hair and they held each other close. Bodies melted together, mouths hungry and lips parted, and then tongues explored, gently at first; this causing fireworks in Hermione's head. Narcissa was so deliciously soft and full of warmth. The hands in Hermione's hair stroked down her neck, over her shoulders and came to rest on around her waist, grabbing tightly. It was almost as Narcissa was scared to let go. Narcissa gently pushed back against Hermione until they collided with the back of the sofa. Then without warning Hermione pushed Narcissa up against the desk and swiftly helped her into a seated position on top of it. Narcissa's knees still obstructed the contact both women so urgently needed and Narcissa didn't hesitate to open her legs, Hermione slid her palm round and pressed it flat against Narcissa's lower back, guiding their hips together. It didn't take long for clothing to disappear off their bodies and it ended up in various places around the room, flung with gay abandon. Narcissa wrapped her legs around Hermione's back, locking her ankles together and pressing her closer still. The contact made both women gasped and they became aware that it was merely flimsy lingerie separating their bodies completely.
Their gazes locked, Narcissa's eyes were dark and lustful. This time, it was Narcissa who grabbed Hermione by the back of her neck and tugged firmly to reconnect their lips. She pressed closer and rolled her hips into Hermione, who moaned loudly at the contact. Narcissa's scent, her flavour was driving her insane; Narcissa tightened her legs and pulled herself against Hermione so hard this time, it had almost hurt. Hermione pulled Narcissa to her feet and lead her into the bedroom, Narcissa sat on the edge of the bed and Hermione kissed her way over Narcissa's face and neck, and then straddled her hips. She undid the clasp on Narcissa's bra and exposed her nipples. Hermione then gently nibbled and nipped at one causing Narcissa to moaned and whimper. She dragged her hands up over Narcissa's body and one landed her other nipple the one left exposed to the air, Hermione gave it a gentle pinch. Then she lavished attention more attention on that nipple, teasing and biting, while her hands roamed over Narcissa's body. Narcissa started to move her hips, praying for the release of ache built up between her legs. Hermione was being a torment, teasing her nipples and nipping at her collarbone until Narcissa pleaded for release. She pulled back from Narcissa and looked her dead in the eyes once more, capturing her mouth as she pinched both of Narcissa's nipples. Narcissa was so close to the edge, her face flushed with arousal and eyes filled with unadulterated lust. Still playing with Narcissa's nipples, Hermione gradually lowered herself down her body. Narcissa began to arch her back, thrusting her hips towards Hermione.
Hermione now crouched on the floor began to trail kisses up and down Narcissa's legs. Still playing close attention to her nipples because that how she maintain her arousal. Narcissa whimpered, panted and pleaded at the sensation of the kisses Hermione was placing on the inside of her thighs and the hands tormenting her breasts were driving her insane. Hermione mad her way towards the apex of Narcissa's thighs and Narcissa placed her hands over Hermione's breasts to pinch and flick them. Hermione release a guttural moan but swiftly returned her attention to between Narcissa's legs. Hermione trailed her hands up Narcissa's legs and her fingers curled round the top of her knickers and began to slowly trail them down her body, finding the sensitive spot behind Narcissa's knee as she did. Hermione leaned in and swiped her tongue through Narcissa. This only cause an increase in the vigour Narcissa used to tease Hermione's nipples. Hermione's eyes and fingers explored her and then her tongue and fingers followed, and she had yet to break eye contact with the woman. Narcissa felt so exposed, but so turned on and so very loved. Hermione closed the space between them and sucked and licked and nipped, she was driving her insane. When Hermione finally introduced her fingers, it nearly tipped Narcissa over the edge but Hermione warned her, "not yet, sweetheart." Narcissa groaned she surely could not expect her to control herself; she was trembling, sweating and panting, so close she thought she was going to pass out. Hermione had entered her at an agonisingly slow pace but it merely increased Narcissa's need without tipping over the edge.
The paced quickened, in and out, more and more, drawing Narcissa higher and higher. When she felt like she was on the verve of exploding Hermione looked up at her, into her eyes and said, "God, I love you, I am never going to leave you." Hermione quickly turned her attention back to the task at hand; she lowered her face but never broke eye contact as she teased Narcissa's clit. Then she added another finger and twisted it in just the right manner to finally send the woman of the edge. It was bliss; Narcissa had lost all semblance of reality as she her body trembled vigorously with pleasure. When she came back to reality she found Hermione lying on the bed beside her, holding her so tightly. Her eyes said it all, they were full of love and adoration, Narcissa placed a soft kiss on the younger woman's forehead. She had never believed in something more that she had in that moment. She believed she had found her matching heart and tears streamed down her face. "I love you too." She whispered softly.
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