A/N: Loads of story being pushed forward in this chapter! So excited! Hope you guys like this one, has been a long time coming for these revelations. Don't worry I haven't forgotten my other stories, updates will continue as inspiration comes.
NSFW chapter!
The sunlight was bright and warm against the brunette's cheek as she lay on the soft dry grass. Eyes closed, she felt her arms holding the most precious thing in the world to her. Waterfall in the distance, birds chirping and a sense of utter peace washed over her soul like a healing balm.
It was a strange thing realizing you were dreaming, while still in the mystical land of Morpheus. Eyes still shut she was aware of both her bare form and that of her witch she was sure she was holding. Smiling against a soft slender shoulder she kissed the skin, one arm trapped under and clasping a taut stomach and the other holding the soft supple globe of flesh she had grown to love the feel of. Not being able to help herself she squeezed the breast in her hand, feeling the tip slowly pebble in her hand at her ministrations. A sleepy moan of appreciation was her response to the action.
'Mmmmmm…'mione…mmm'
Curious if this was more of the ancient elf magic she opened her eyes and reached our her senses as she kissed up to the neck in front of her, pressing her form to the lush backside of her love.
To be in this situation, in this mystical land, with this woman was beyond her wildest dreams. Could this be real, and to that fact, how was this even possible?
It didn't take long until she did come to the realization that her blonde lover felt very real in her arms. Hermione's hand on Narcissa's stomach ventured further south, letting her desires lead her. Finding copious wetness in the soft curls below she explored the warm heaven that was the inside of her young wife, to the unabashed pants of the lithe frame she was holding so tightly.
Mid thrust, but not stopping, she tore her gaze away slightly and she realized just where they were. Having an above average intelligence allowed multitasking more than most.
Often when Narcissa would find the brunette in a nightmare, this is the land she would lead her towards imagining. Being a dream land, it had never actually existed before now… only she was actually in this place with her love. This land, only a figment of their imagination previously, had somehow become a thing of physical manifestation. Utterly fascinated and lost in her musings, and to taking her lover towards her completion, she did not hear the approach of a large bright being.
Narcissa for her part was lost to anything besides the feel of her lover, quickly approaching her own orgasm, she tightened her hold on the wild mane of chestnut curls behind her with one hand and with the other she guided the hand deeper into her center, as she cried.
'Faster'
And faster she did go, wordlessly and wandlessly Hermione cast a vibrating charm on her palm, that created delicious friction on Narcissa's clit at every pass. With that charm it didn't take long for the blonde to fall over the edge.
'OH MERLIN YES! HER-mmm-MI…NNNN…uhhh..EERE!'
Kissing the neck of her love Hermione smiled deeply and cuddled her love as she slowed her motions lovingly caressing her body. She relished in the scents of both her arousal and her natural aroma.
Slowly recovering and clutching her lover, Narcissa now finally coherent enough, mused about just where they were.
She had been awake and aware for quite some time, with her brunette lover pressed to her back. The events of the previous night fresh in her mind, she was sure that it was something that would have long stretching consequences. Things that she couldn't bring herself to care about at the moment in the arms of her love. She would walk through fiendfyre barefoot for an eternity to be privileged to call Hermione hers.
This land that they currently resided in, had indeed been what her lover had oddly coined as her 'happy place'. Narcissa shook her head and laughed at the memory. Sometimes the muggle upbringing of her love was staggeringly obvious, how had she missed it before? She knew Hermione on some level worried that Narcissa would see her differently when her blood status was revealed to her.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Unlike most of her relatives, she could care less about such trivial things. She was not dense, however raised in the Ancient and most Noble house of Black she had been indoctrinated in the importance of blood purity. She just didn't buy into the propaganda. Her crazed elder sister had begun following some blood purist Tim Ruddy something or other…he was an odd fellow, with many followers, whom gave the blonde an uneasy feeling of foreboding.
A soft kiss in the juncture of her neck and shoulder brought her out of her musings and back to the present.
Narcissa knew that this land had not been a physical one, but a dream land, an idealistic vision of heaven on earth. This was a place to set Hermione's heart at ease. Anything was possible here, and Narcissa instantly felt at peace.
Being of the Ancient and Most Noble house of Black, Narcissa had been taught about realms that one could travel to. As such, she wasn't worried about their location, or how it came to be, she simply enjoyed her uninterrupted time with her new young wife.
They both became aware of the almost shimmery vision of the beast in front of them. Starry scales and a slithering move about its body. The being had a strong but kind presence about it, with one red and one yellow eye blinking in deep dark sockets.
Unsure of why Hermione felt no shame or uncomfortableness at her state of undress, nor the intimate embrace they currently were in, the intelligent muggle born slightly frowned into the body she was still wrapped around.
Sensing the distress in her witch she addressed the Hippogriff in the room.
'It's ok my beautiful girl, ancient elf Magic's are mysterious to all. Yes we are really here...in fact I would wager to guess that many things happened beyond our current understanding last night. As to our guest...'
'Young ones if I may.'
Both witches blinked, but eventually relaxed, untangled, and sat up. Narcissa naturally taking up residence in the brunette's lap, both arms around Hermione's neck, kissing the underside to her neck for the briefest of moments before she sat back into an comfortable embrace.
'Please do sir'. Hermione managed out sitting cross legged snuggling into her precious cargo.
The dragon gave a tight lipped smile and slight nod, and took an unnecessary breath and continued.
'My name is Draconem,'
'…Draconem…as in the constellation Draco?'
' Indeed I am, time traveler. I am here to grant a wish from the young one from the house of Black.'
At Narcissa's confused look, the being projected the memory of Cissy's desperate plea:
'Please help me protect her, help me save her even when I don't think I can. I can see my future in her eyes, I don't care how long it takes or the hardships it may cause, but I give my love willingly to that girl. Great spirits heed my prayer.'
A sense of wonder filled Hermione at her wife, a tear threatening to drop from her emotions. The depth of love and devotion from her wife took her breath away.
Narcissa blinked in response, silent for a good few minutes, until she let out a breath she had been holding.
'Oh thank Merlin, I assume you being here implies you have a plan to help us.'
'Indeed young ones, what you are surely unaware of is the life you now carry in your womb, young Black, from this night's activities. This life you created from your love, will forever connect you.'
Both women blinked at the revelation. Unconsciously Hermione cradled the still flat abdomen of her love.
'Baby…'. Narcissa whispered unbelievably.
'A boy...he is destined to carry on my namesake.' The being said in answer.
'…Merlin…' Hermione spoke, shock showing in her features.
Continuing the being said, 'I will warn however that once you wake into your realm, the day you both dreaded will come. Your brunette lover will be sent back to her time, while the well meaning headmaster will be determined to correct the timeline. This belief he holds is folly however, the timeline was always destined to be such.'
Hermione thought this over, it made sense. Dumbeldore was always medaling, thinking he had the moral high ground. Using those around him as one giant game of wizard's chess. Not being above endangering children always rubbed the Gryffindor the wrong way. He was a powerful wizard on the side of the Order or the light as they called themselves, that much could not be denied. Just how light he was as a man was questionable. His relationship with Grindelwald as a young man showed either his desire for more and more power or it could have been just the passion of a man in love for the first time. The elder wizard was a complex man, but light…Hermione was not as sure as her best mate Harry in the purity of Dumbeldore's intentions.
Draconem continued, 'You are not aware, but with your bonding your minds became locked from future manipulations. Your memories were protected indefinitely, and subsequently will never be able to be influenced by potion or unforgivable for as long as your wife will live, no matter the timeline in which she resides.'
He gave the women a few moments to digest the knowledge he had just departed before he continued on.
'Now, Narcissa Granger-Black I shall charm those needed to believe that the headmaster already cast the world obliviate on you. I must apologize for what you must do once your love leaves.
The boy your parents promised you to will be charmed to believe that you and Lucius shared a night of passion this night, resulting in what he will believe to be his offspring. It is imperative you do not dissuade that belief. You must marry that man for the sake of the future, but as a kindness to both of you wonderful young women, he will never touch you, Narcissa intimately. The boy only cares for you as a possession, and once he believes he has conquered you he will find comfort in the beds of others.
The Magic's of the elves will ensure your saftey and that your bonding will not be discovered until Hermione is sent back and you are reunited in the future. The memories of you, young Hermione Granger-Black will be obfuscated, your name and face fuzzy to their memory to save your future self.
Now, Narcissa after all that has been revealed to you, will you be able to do what is asked of you young Granger-Black?'
Swallowing thickly at the implications of what was asked of her, she eventually whispered out a question.
'Will I eventually be reunited with Hermione?'
'Yes' the word was given resolutely.
Not needing another moment to consider, she looked into Hermione's eyes and said, 'I would do anything for my wife.'
'Then let it be so.
Take as long as you need in this land before you return to your realm, this is where I take my leave Madams Granger-Black.' Bowing his giant starry head he dissipated into the stillness of the sunny land.
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'Namesake…
Draco…
Draco bleeding Malfoy...
Merlin…
I have a son,
Our son
We have a son named Draco J Malfoy
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J…
He was right…it was always to be this way…'
'What are you talking about love?'
'J…my middle name is Jean…'
Bewildered Hermione stared blankly until she continued.
'In my timeline your son, the son of what I believed Lucius and yourself, was Draco J Malfoy, he was in my year…I never knew what the J stood for…oh Merlin you named him not only for the constellation Draco…but you gave him a piece of me…oh Cissy…'
Hermione and Narcissa shared a smile at this discovery, until Hermione slowly frowned. She took a breath and continued.
'…he is an insufferable blood purist prat like his father Lucius…
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…only that's not 100% true…no,
It is not what he really is….
The real man he is, stays hidden from most, but through the years his real self shines through at times.
He has your heart Cissy, and apparently our combined intelligence, which he hides behind his arrogance…I never knew…'
Narcissa was straddling her wife at this point holding her tight, mind reeling at all the information thrown at her at the moment.
'Oh Merlin!
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I punched my own son!'
'You WHAT!' Narcissa leaned back at this, eyebrows reaching up to her hairline.
'Cissy I'm so sorry, I am the worst parent alive, he called me mudblood and took pleasure in tormenting me for years and…'.
Now openly crying Hermione clung to her young wife.
'Shh beautiful girl, it will be ok. We will fix this.'
' I can't believe I hurt my son…'
Narcissa couldn't believe how things were to turn out, her own offspring a blood purist…hatred for the blonde boy she was promised to bubbled deeply.
Eventually, Hermione slowly recovered, Narcissa had thought the brunette was still in shock. All things considered, it was not surprising…but when she started laughing suddenly Narcissa quirked an eyebrow in question.
Still laughing, Hermione responded.
'Well, in my time our son was known to say -wait till my father hears about this…oh Merlin…for all intents and purposes...
I am his father!'
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The blonde slowly began chuckling along with her wife, eventually losing her control they both fell to the ground laughing wildly.
The sudden movement broke the two from their moment of levity. Eyes locked and their still bare forms, laying intimately on one another.
'If this is the last time we have together, for over 15 years, I need to be taken to heaven at least one more time 'mione.'
No other words were needed as the blonde dropped her head to the brunette below, starting a slow kiss building in intensity as they rocked against each other.
Narcissa snaked her hand down the curvaceous body below the the juncture between heavenly legs…
Several rounds later they lay spent, and conversing at great extent about things to come. They knew once they closed their eyes to sleep they would be transported back to their reality, and the spell would be broken.
Soft declarations of love were exchanged before the spell ended and they were thrust back to their reality. As ready for what was to come as they could be, the young couple awoke to the world immediately clutching one another, tears flowing freely before they began their daily morning routines. Everything that could be done while still touching was done so.
'Tempus'. Hermione called out checking the time once more.
Sighing at the hour, breakfast was in full swing and they had to soon leave the safety of their quarters.
Fully dressed, they looked at each other, dedicating every detail to memory, they eventually left the room and bravely walked towards their future.