Author's Note: This chapter is for my faithful reviewer AmoRay. First new reviewer can have the next chapter ;)
"Goodbye, Draco," whispered Narcissa to the empty space in front of her. She turned to the other witch.
"It's so cute when he's protective like that," Alarica grinned. Holding out her hand to Narcissa, she said, "C'mon."
Shaking off her slightly sad expression, Narcissa smiled in response and grasped Alarica's hand. The two disappeared from the foyer and reappeared in a candle lit room. The soft strains of a classical piece floated over from an unseen source as Alarica twirled Narcissa once and pulled her in close with a kiss to her cheek. "Alone at last," she whispered into the younger witch's ear. "It took you so long this time."
Narcissa slipped easily into the dancing, even though she couldn't remember the last time she had the opportunity to do so. Probably some Ministry function with Lucius, she thought. "Well, there was a lot going on, as you now know."
Leading Narcissa smoothly around the room, Alarica nodded. "True enough. And you're here now; that's all that matters to me."
As the music faded, Alarica stopped them in front of a large canopy bed. Narcissa looked over Alarica's shoulder and looked at the rich sapphire colored fabrics. She kissed Alarica, moving the other witch backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed. With a wicked grin, she moved her hands to Alarica's shoulders and pushed her down onto the mattress.
"Saucy wench!" Alarica sat up partway, reclining on one arm while she reached for Narcissa's waist with the other.
Narcissa leaned forward, allowing the contact. "You like it that way," she said, as Alarica undid the silver buttons on her outer robes.
"Indeed." Alarica sat up the rest of the way, running her hands over the embellishments on the robe's lapels. She pushed the garment off Narcissa's shoulders to reveal the silky black robe beneath.