Hey Everyone,

Here is a little picture into France. There is more to come trust me and I will be getting more from Hermione's point of view to you soon.

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Snow

Narcissa was healed from her injuries in just a matter of days and Harry, the Grangers, and the Blacks settled into the green hills that over looked a vineyard. Narcissa would wake every morning and get on a pair of comfortable faded jeans, brown boots, a loose button down shirt, and a wide brimmed hat. She'd never looked over her assets and when she walked her land at sunrise everyday she watched as sunlight edged across and over her property. She would settle on a hill overlooking everything and smile. This was hers, everything in front of her was hers, and now she knew how the de Arc estate made its money and contributed to the coffers in her Gringots bank vaults. The Vineyard made one of the most exquisite wines France had to offer. Scrollblade told her that her lands were taken care of by the bank, she never knew she had a staff of goblins taking care of her belongings for her, bringing to fruition the bounty of the earth. She loved this place. She knew she had the Agrippa assets to visit as well, but most of those were items, and books, with invested monies. She didn't realize she inherited the beauty of the earth. She breathed in the rich soil, the trees, and grabbed a clump of grass and dirt. She looked at the dark soil and rubbed it between her fingers, and laughed to herself. Dirt, it made her happy. She put the soil down, her soil, and watched as Helios completed his chariot ride over the sky bringing the light of day. Merlin, she never knew Greek mythology could be so… accurate to describe a sunrise.

She watched the Château and waited for signs of life and sighed, as she knew it would happen. Her day would be invaded. Mr. Potter proved to be the most gracious and spotless house guest even offering to cook and clean for his room and board. Narcissa smiled at him and could easily see a nephew she'd never had. Draco, to her amazement found every chance he could to spend it with either Dan or Harry. He would always have Hermione and he knew this but there was something missing. It was the evening that happened when she went back to London to talk to Scrollblade about her holding, and the staff she didn't know she had. He reassured her that they are working for a percentage of the holding as a retainer fee and lived off the land. She looked at her goblin friend and told him to increase it. He looked at her with wide eyes and she smiled.

"My friend, you have taken care of me and kept a very watchful eye on my ex-husbands accounts for me. These wonderful friends have taken care of what is mine for centuries," She smiled and patted her old friend on the hand, "it's time to give a little back."

The goblin shook his head and could not remember a time that a witch or wizard has given so much to his nation. She was a good strong woman and he was taken back to the time she first came to him. She had grown. No longer was she a skittish, emotionally charged, and broken woman. She was a predator, she was the wolf who fought tooth and nail to protect what was hers. He knew that once she divorced Lucius Malfoy she was the single most influential, and wealthy witch in the wizarding world. It would not even dent her coffers, so this once Scrollable clasped her hand and nodded.

"You have done more for us than any witch or wizard to come before you for the benefit of my people. You have treated us with respect, and have even given more than necessary, why?" he asked the question and Narcissa refused to lie to him.

"When I first came to you I was broken, that was evident, but I had met a woman. She changed my life. If it wasn't for her kindness, and opening my eyes to the creatures… no, people, for you are people, my friend, I might have treated you like every other pureblood witch or wizard."

"May I ask who this woman was so I can repay her in kind? Truly she deserves to be a Friend of the Goblin Nation."

"My dear friend, she was not even born when I came to you. A mishap with time travel, I met her in the future."

Scrollbalde sat back and shook his head, "You have changed the future Narcissa. Is she worth it?"

"Yes," it was a simple answer, and it was strong, and it made him nod.

"Tell me her name and I'll make sure her finances are treated just as yours, discreetly, medium to high gain, and like royalty," he sat back and waited. She told him Hermione's name, and all he said was ah-ha her. She smiled. She knew the little witch made an impact on the goblins. He made a note and then stood to hug his friend. She hugged him in return.

When she got back Dan told her with the strangest smiled on his face that Draco kissed Hermione. His smile dropped as Narcissa met his eyes, and then excused herself to change into something more comfortable. Later that evening she sat with Dan and Jean, and talked to them about their children. She told the doctors that she felt like Hermione was part of her family already, and that this was just like a hit in the stomach. She saw their relationship and it was inevitable but they were so young. Dan and Jean agreed. She explained to them that in pureblood wizard society, of which she and Draco were still apart of, that with this level of interest in one another, she would have to tell her friends, that they would be talking of an arranged marriage. Narcissa's heart flew into her throat and her stomach dropped to the floor. She hated this, her body almost rejected the possibility of a union of Hermione and her son. She felt physically ill. Jean reached out for her as sweat beaded on her brow. She smiled and trudged through this conversation with the Grangers.

"If they want each other, if they love each other, later, much later, I will not stand in their way," Narcissa spoke to the pair. Dan and Jean looked at one another.

"Do they have to be in an arranged marriage over a kiss?" asked Jean nervous. Narcissa smiled affectionately at her friend.

"No of course not. It's just the way of our society. I would rather they found their way and if they end up together then it was fated," Narcissa calmed slightly. As she saw Dan and Jean visibly relax.

"Good, because Hermione decked him," Dan said. Narcissa cocked her head at him confused. Then Dan laughed, "Hermione hit him for kissing her. It was the most bizarre thing on the face of the planet. But now he knows not to force Hermione into anything."

"MY SON DID WHAT!?" she snapped out and her magic stirred in the air. Jean's eyes were wide but she placed a hand on Narcissa's arm.

"He didn't force her dear. He surprised her is all. You son has been a perfect gentleman to her and the best of friends. Even as she went back to him apologizing for hitting him, he hugged her and said its ok. It didn't feel right to him either. Hermione came to me later and told me he was trying in his own way to make up for causing her pain last year. He thought of her constantly and he thought to kiss her. That's all Narcissa. As I have said, perfect gentleman, and best of friends." Narcissa fell into her chair thanking god it didn't work out, and thanking Merlin for Draco being a good man about his rejection.

That was when she began to spend more and more time alone it wasn't long as she was trapped in her thoughts that she noticed her subconscious had unintentionally made her stay away from Hermione. Over the summer the girl had lost some of her baby fat, and had trimmed up. There was a clearer picture of the woman she would become, though still a shadow compared to her older self. Narcissa, at this point, never wanted anything more than to protect the Grangers, especially Hermione, but it was the dreams. Narcissa woke looking at the pale crème paint of her room after a vigorous dream of her future lover. She knew she would have to go out and in a way she normally didn't to expend some energy. Hermione was beginning to flood her thoughts, both waking and sleeping. She would have to trudge forth, avoidance seemed to help, but her thoughts, and they plagued her. She was just thankful her body had not begun to desire the girl yet, that her dreams were of the Hermione from the future.

It was their last day at the Château, and she never wanted to leave. She looked over her land and left a piece of her heart stay her in the morning sun lit vineyard. She heard rustling, she had excellent hearing, and she smelled the scent of a woman's shampoo.

"Little witch if you wish to sneak up on someone make sure you are down wind," Narcissa said as she waited to the girl to show herself. She felt warmth from the girl as she sat down on the same hillside as her looking over land that, would belong to her according to the will be left to Scrollblade, regardless of whether they became lovers again.

"Do you like it here, Hermione?" Narcissa asked to open conversation. She looked over to the girl. She wore a pair of jeans just as she had but a dark navy wash, and a red t-shirt. Her feet were covered in her grey sneakers. Hermione's face looked over the land and she nodded. Narcissa looked back to the sunrise. She was growing very uncomfortable. She was here, sitting with her, but she could not speak.

"Have you been avoiding me, Lady Black?" asked Hermione. It was an arrow to her heart, the hurt she heard there in the girl's voice. Narcissa took a deep breath and then let it out in a heavy sigh. She looked over to the girl and saw her brown eyes penetrate her own blue.

"I could not avoid you if I tried, little witch," Narcissa stood and began to walk through her hills, through her grapes, and waited for the girl who followed her to say something to her. She felt a hand slide into her own and she paused. She looked down at the girl and shook her head. She dropped Hermione's hand and the girl frowned. Narcissa knelt in front of the girl as she wiped away a tear.

"You have to tell me what's wrong little one. I know Severus has trained you very well and I can't read your mind," Narcissa whispered looking up at Hermione. The girl opened her eyes and then looked at Narcissa.

"It feels like you are drawing away from me. You won't even hug me. I felt so loved by you and Draco, now it just feels like something is missing. You won't even talk to me, Narcissa," Hermione ground out through the tears. Narcissa sighed and berated herself. She never wanted to hurt the girl but she needed distance, to help her separate this girl from the woman in the future. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Do what you feel is right Hermione. You always have, my little witch," Narcissa went to stand and then found arms around her shoulders slamming her to Hermione.

"Hug me back please," Hermione whispered, and all Narcissa could do was fall to her knees and stay wrapped in Hermione's embrace as she wrapped her arms around the girl. She closed her eyes but schooled her features. She pushed the girl back after a considerable time, and looked to the girl.

"I am sorry you felt this way, Hermione. I never meant to cause you harm, I've had a lot on my mind from recent developments. It is time to head back. We have to leave paradise it seems," Narcissa smiled at the girl and noticed that she had grown taller over the summer as she tried to wrap her arm around the girl, and head back to the house.

When books were bought, robes were altered, and children were fed, the families found themselves approached by a swarm of red heads. The Weasley family scurried to the platform just as they had. Narcissa watched as her son and Ron shook hands, and thought that their friendship could break years of tension between Weasley's and Blacks, and then she watched Hermione stand alone as the boys got reacquainted then Harry and Draco brought her into the fold. She would never be alone, that's for certain. It wasn't a trio but perhaps a valuable quartet of young wizards. Narcissa watched, observed, and sighed. Things were beginning to change. Some changes where to soon though, she wasn't ready for them she had to admit. And some changes where just what needed to happen. She walked with the Grangers back to the station and offered to apparate them. They smiled but declined. They like their muggle ways and apparition made them sick. Narcissa nodded and walked with them back to their car. Once they were away Narcissa turned and walked to a safe place to apparate and landed back in her French Chateau. Once more night, one more night in paradise, and then she would track her cousin down.