Walking into the Slytherin den was a surreal experience for the young Gryffindor. Minerva had called Professor Slughorn to her office and explained about her young niece visiting and finishing out the year at Hogwarts, seeing as the Dueling season had finished.

The potions Professor was as to be expected, very excited at the prospect of such a talented student in his care.

It had been decided that she would share the female prefect's room, as all of the other seventh year bunks had been taken at the start of the term. Hermione stated to the Professor that she did not want to be any trouble, to which he replied it would be no trouble at all.

Hermione had no idea whom she might be rooming with but she stopped short when she came upon said female prefect's open door. A familiar smirking striking statuesque blonde bombshell with a shock of black hair stood, leaning against the door frame. Her arms were crossed across her chest pressing that amazing cleavage up and into the perfect view, as she had a loosened tie and several buttons undone on her button up.

'Ah! Miss Black, just the witch I was hoping to see!' Professor Slughorn excitedly stayed

'Good evening Professor'. Narcissa smoothly replied

'I would like to introduce you to your new roommate.'

At this she quirked up an elegant eyebrow at Hermione.

'We have already met Professor.' Narcissa smiled as she said this

'Splendid! Then I will leave you to it then. Take care of Miss Mcgonagall if you would. This is where I take my leave girls.'

'So…' Hermione said leaning against the other side of the door scratching the back of her neck

'So' Narcissa replied smiling

'Ahem, well it seems we will be residing together the rest of this term.'

'So it seems'. Narcissa purred in response

Hermione blushed

Narcissa took a step forward and reached up, to remove a stray thread from Hermione's robes

Their eyes locked, bodies close, breathing mingled. Oh how Hermione wanted to wrap her arms around the blonde. She was losing herself and she didn't know how this one woman across time and space always had this affect on her. Hermione was powerless to the pull the other woman had over her.

'There now you're all fixed up.' Narcissa said as she dusted imaginary lint off of her shoulders and then stepped back. 'Come follow me, I'll show you our quarters.'

Hermione almost automatically nodded, glad she had the mental capacity to keep her mouth shut, god that would have been embarrassing.

The quarters were the standard Prefect size, as she had been a prefect her last year at Hogwarts she was already familiar. A kitchenette, large bathroom, study, dining area just off the kitchen, roaring fireplace compete with two armchairs, and a large bedroom which if she guessed right would have two beds in it now. The tour confirmed her guess and she was both relieved and sad they would not be sharing a bed.

They sat down after the initial tour and Hermione was surprised that a muggle record was playing in the area in front of the fire.

Hermione looked towards it smiled, but raised an eyebrow in question.

'Guilty pleasure really, my parents would be scandalized if they knew. My older sister Andy gave it to me when she ran off with her muggleborn husband.'

'You still stay in touch?'

'She's my sister'. The youngest Black replied, as if it was explanation enough

Hermione knew Andromeda through the Order meetings and enjoyed the woman's company and brilliant mind. She was the spitting image of her crazed older sister, which had frightened her when she saw her at the battlefield, but when she saw the kind eyes she calmed and smiled at her friend.

If Andy had been in contact with her little sister still it was news to everyone at the Order, but in all fairness, family always came first no matter muggle or Wizard. She understood more than most the sacrifices one would do for family…

The next song wafted through interrupting her thoughts, 'oh Merlin! Is that Jim Croce?'

Narcissa turned towards the record and smiled, 'Yes not many know this song they usually just know Leroy Brown or Operator if anything.'

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Now I got them steadily depressin'

low down mind messin'

Working at the car wash blues

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'Funny story, I worked at a muggle car wash while in America.'

U'Truthfully?'

'Yes, it was a requirement for my team, cohesion as well as many other things.' Hermione, had actually helped her American cousins at their family owned car wash at the strong urging of her father. She found it helped her with a number of things in the magical world, as well as teach her humility and the respect for hard work.

'No seriously, it was therapeutic, good honest hard work, all kinds of weather crazy muggles would come in. Even in the rain and snow to clean their muggle cars, but my muscles became strong, walking over 10 miles a day. Scrubbing the cars strengthened my arms, and all of this was actually unbeknownst to me strengthening my muscles for dueling. In order to not slip on the water you had to be nimble and sure on your footing. Being aware of possible removed grating otherwise you would fall in the pits while they were being cleaned, it taught constant vigilance.'

'Wow'

'I know'

'You are full of surprises, aren't you Miss Mcgonagall?'

'Wouldn't you like to know Miss Black?'. Hermione flirted

'Oh you think you can handle a Black sister?' narcissa stated as she stood up and in a smooth motion, she straddled the taller girl, sitting on her lap, causing the girl's brain to short circuit.

'Uhhh…'. Was all Hermione could get out as the beautiful blonde leaned in closer, her heart hammering a hurried pace in her chest, her lower region on fire like nothing she had ever felt before.

Stalking closer inch by inch, eyes locked on one another, dilating deeply in desire. Narcissa reached a hand up cupping the brunette's strong jaw, leaning in more and more, slipping that same hand to the back of her neck, threading her fingers through brown locks, drawing them closer and closer.

Hermione didn't know what was up from down, she couldn't focus on anything but the blonde goddess above her. Her logical, mind reduced to pure instinct. For once the non-stop current that was her mind was consumed singularly. Without thinking she encircled her arms around a small feminine waist, groaning at the contact.

Their lips millimeters apart at this moment…

Silence

'Well I as it seems you are at a loss for words Miss Mcgonagall I believe I have my answer.'

She quickly untangled herself walking to their shared bedroom.

Hermione had yet to recover at the quick turn of the motion, blinking owlishly.

Narcissa stopped at the door turning around abruptly, 'Well are you coming?'

'Very nearly..' Hermione mumbled lowly

'What was that dear?' Narcissa knowingly smirked

'Nothing, I'm up, I'm up'. She huffed walking towards the full on grinning blonde that looked like the cat that ate the canary.

'One does need a full nights rest to keep up their strength, you never know when you might need it.'

Hermione stumbled at the sexual innuendo. Recovering slightly

'I see the dexterity skills learned are still paying off' Narcissa joked

Hermione shook herself and laughed at that, causing Narcissa to break character and join her in a fit of giggles. She wasn't sure wether the time turner could be fixed or when it would be fixed, but here now, she might just find a bit of peace and happiness she had missed from being on the run and fighting that war so long.