AN: Warning! Whorecrux destruction imminent so you know that means mature themes! *giggles immaturely* reviews make us happy!
Chapter 29 An Enemy in the camp
"Narcissa Malfoy? As in ze ferret boy's mother?" Fleur spluttered incredulously.
Hermione nodded and sighed. "Yes, but please don't call him that. He is a complete tosser, of course, but he did not choose to get transfigured into a ferret and his personality is a result of his upbringing which we can't really blame him for," she babbled without taking a breath.
"Ma Petite Loutre, I know you too well - zis will not work!" Fleur said to Hermione in a stern tone.
Hermione had the good grace to look confused. "What won't work Fleur?" she asked innocently.
"Your feeble attempt to change ze subject by defending the moronic mishaps of Draco Malfoy!" Fleur said with a smile on her face that helped to take the harshness from her words. She paused for a moment to throw a pointed stare at Hermione, letting the younger witch know that she was not one to be trifled with.
Hermione sighed again and rolled her eyes. "Narcissa Malfoy: Queen Bitch of the Death Eaters, mother to Draco Malfoy... is a Whorecrux, yes." Hermione answered, her tone showing her displeasure at both Fleur's attitude and the situation.
Now that Fleur had her straight answer she wasn't entirely happy either. She sank down on the bed beside Hermione, "Zis iz not good," came her quiet response.
To Hermione the phrase was like a slap in the face. Fleur had always remained positive and encouraging; to see her reacting like this was devastating.
The younger witch took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Fleur, it gets worse..." Hermione admitted, thinking that she may as well get all the bad news out at once. "Her sister Bellatrix is the other Whorecrux." She could not even look at her lover. Her world started to swim as tears filled her eyes and she took another deep breath as she felt herself becoming lightheaded.
Fleur pulled Hermione into her arms. "Oh merde, ma petite loutre, zis is what you 'ave been trying to tell me for weeks now, oui?" she asked as she tenderly rocked Hermione.
Internally, Fleur was on the edge of an absolute meltdown. Narcissa Malfoy would be a challenge but Bellatrix Lestrange was pure evil and Fleur was determined to keep Hermione as far from her as possible.
Hermione nodded as she fought to control her emotions, albeit briefly - she had had a glimpse of Bellatrix's evil and she was not about to expose Fleur to that. Relaxing in Fleur's arms, Hermione made a conscious decision that she would take the first opportunity to deal with Bellatrix. Hopefully she could manage it somehow without Fleur.
"I zink... zat we should go up to ze castle and speak with Professor McGonagall," Fleur said carefully, keeping her tone as neutral as possible.
"Well I can't just walk in the front gates, I can't be seen, I'm supposed to be with Harry. I will have to go through the one-eyed witch's passage and meet you there," Hermione sighed but felt a wave of relief as she realised that the logical side of her brain had not taken a complete leave of absence. They packed up their belongings and, once Hermione had fought and lost a battle with her hair which was particularly unruly due to the fact that she had not brushed it immediately after her shower, they were ready to depart. They left the Hogs Head, pulling the hoods of their cloaks up to combat the weather as well as to hopefully remain anonymous, and headed down the street towards Honeydukes.
Outside the door to Honeydukes, the witches parted company; Fleur taking the street that would eventually lead to the castle and Hermione entering the sweetshop. She approached the counter where a man was waiting with a welcoming smile and removed her hood.
Ambrosius Flume, owner of Honeydukes and member of the Order of the Phoenix, gasped at the sight of her. "Miss Granger!" he started as he flicked his wand. The blinds in front of the door and window plummeted, like a seeker chasing a snitch, to obscure the view of anyone who might be trying to look in.
"Mr Flume, I am in urgent need of the passage," Hermione explained.
Ambrosius walked to the top of the stairs that led to the basement and indicated for Hermione to follow him. Of course Hermione knew the way already - she, Harry and Ron had sneaked through this passage several times under the invisibility cloak, but she was not about to admit to that so she gracefully followed him as he took the lead downstairs and then opened the hatch in the floor that had, up until seconds earlier, been concealed by a rug.
Hermione climbed into the tunnel and then turned to Ambrosius. "Thank you Mr Flume," she said gratefully but Ambrosius cut short whatever she was going to say by raising his hand.
"Take care Miss Granger. My wife and I are thinking of you, Mr Potter and Mr Weasley," he told her sincerely.
Hermione smiled at him with more cheerfulness than she felt. He had just unintentionally reminded her that the fate of the wizarding world rested on her shoulders. She raised her wand and muttered "lumos," and began to make the long journey along the passage as Ambrosius closed the hatch behind her.
Hermione reached the top of the stairs that led to the one eyed witch and listened, she could hear voices and tried to make out who they were. After a moment or two, she determined that it was Severus Snape and Rolanda Hooch, and they appeared to be talking about her.
"…dewy-eyed schoolgirl shagging her way through puberty in the name of the Order! There are already whispers that she is a whore going around the school!" Snape snarled.
"Don't give me that Severus, I remember you at her age. You were a horny little bugger and you weren't trying to save the Wizarding World, you were just vastly oversexed and every redhead that came near you got to feel the power of your 'wand'!" Hooch retorted.
"We aren't discussing my life, are we? Someone needs to get a reign on Granger stat. The Veela clearly has her under her thrall…" Snape sneered
"Oh pish, Severus, she is in love, and if love is the only way they can get through this, then I say good luck to them!" Hooch said obstinately. "She's nowhere near the whore you attempted to be in your day and I think you are jealous that they have an opportunity to fall in love and pursue it no matter what obstacles are thrown in their way!"
Sensing that blows were about to be exchanged, and that Snape would probably be pummelled into dust, Hermione cleared her throat, uttered the password and stepped out of the passage. "Professor Snape, Madam Hooch," she greeted them with a forced smile.
Snape looked her up and down and scowled tightly. "You're late, Granger," he spat.
"I do apologise Professor, I was too busy listening to a man I once respected calling me a whore!" Hermione retorted as she spun on her heel and walked towards the Headmistresses office where she assumed that Fleur would be waiting for her.
Though a few pointed glares passed between Hooch and Snape after this, nothing more was said. In fact when he did open his mouth, Hooch elbowed him casually but firmly in the ribs as a method of discouragement. Snape spluttered but held his tongue.
As they approached the entrance to Professor McGonagall's new office Hermione saw Fleur standing waiting for them. Hermione told her with a look that she was not happy and Fleur took this as a sigh not to greet her with her customary kiss but instead with a reassuring smile. Hermione did not return the greeting but took a deep breath and mentally gave herself a pep talk.
"You could have gone in, Fleur," she told her lover.
Fleur shook her head, "Non, ze phoenix said entry would not be allowed until we were all present," Fleur explained before turning to the phoenix statue and raising an eyebrow. "Now can we 'ave access, ze 'eadmistress is expecting us."
Hermione had never heard the phoenix speak, not even in Dumbledore's day, and today would apparently not be any different as the statue silently spun to reveal the staircase that led to the Headmistresses rooms. Hermione sighed and climbed the stairs, the rest of her party following close behind, when she reached the top she softly knocked on the door, however as soon as her hand connected with the wood of the door it swung open. Hermione stepped through the door and stopped in her tracks blocking the way for the other three, as she stared at the back of someone's head. It was in fact the last head she had expected to see in this office.
"Come in, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said to Hermione, and as she did so she got to her feet and walked over to her student. "It's good to see you," she explained pulling the young girl into a hug.
Hermione hugged her back and was very much aware that the Professor was now giving her a thorough once over. Hermione finally dropped her gaze from the back of the visitor's head and looked at Professor McGonagall firmly. "I'm fine Professor," she reassured as she turned to Fleur who had just made it into the room behind Snape and Hooch.
Fleur stepped beside her lover, slipping her hand in Hermione's, squeezing reassuringly. Hermione was not reassured and, while holding Fleur's hand withdrew her wand and pointed it at the person sitting calmly with her back to her.
"Although I must say, Professor McGonagall, I am not sure I like the company you are keeping these days," Hermione stated as she stood in front of none other than Narcissa Malfoy.
To her credit, Narcissa did not flinch but merely lifted her gaze to meet Hermione's. She held her face neutral as she calmly waited to see what the witch would do.
"MISS GRANGER!" McGonagall shrieked. "Lower your wand this instant!"
Hermione instinctively lowered her wand and blushed. She did not however put it away. Narcissa leaned forward, picked up the cup and saucer in front of her and calmly took a sip of tea.
Professor McGongall and Madam Hooch came around and took seats on either side of Narcissa and with a gesture the Professor indicated that Hermione and Fleur should do the same on the couch opposite. As the two younger witches sat, Hermione not taking her gaze from Narcissa for a moment, Winky the house elf appeared and served up more tea.
Snape had gone even more pale than his normal sallow skinned complexion but as soon as Hermione noticed this Snape coughed, the action instantly returning a hint of colour to his cheeks.
Unfortunately it also drew Narcissa's attention to him. "Severus," she said in acknowledgement of his presence, letting him know that any thoughts he may have had about sneaking out had now been quashed.
Snape bowed his head in Narcissa's direction. "Mrs Malfoy," he addressed her formally, giving nothing away, although his mind was reeling. Why was she here and would she - could she - use this meeting against him somehow?
"Miss Granger, Mrs Malfoy is here at Hogwarts as a concerned parent. She arrived moments before Miss Delacour arrived, stating that she needed to speak with you and that it was extremely urgent," McGonagall explained, her eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement.
Hermione released Fleur's hand and leaned forward on the couch. "You already know, don't you?" she asked quietly.
"Yes Miss Granger, I have always known, as has Bellatrix." Hermione slumped back on the couch, feeling as though a great weight was suddenly pressing down on her. "The question is, can you help me?" Narcissa asked, her voice pleading. Suddenly this strong woman seemed very vulnerable and certainly a lot less like a bitch than Hermione remembered.
"You- you don't mean to tell me… that you're going to-" Hooch spluttered, at a loss for words for one of the very few times in her life, "that she's a…she's a…" She looked at Minerva for help. Professor McGonagall was equally as stunned, while Snape in the background had finally caught on and simply let out a laugh.
It was a hearty laugh, thick and volumous, as though it came from his very toes, almost as if it had been stifled for years and suddenly let loose its chain and escaped. Snape doubled over as the laughter burst forth from him, bringing with it tears that streamed down his face as he gulped air.
"SEVERUS! Get a hold of yourself man! This is not the time for...for hilarity!" McGonagall scolded in the voice she used with first years who were being immature.
"I'm sorry, Minerva," Snape retorted between gasps, "it's just so absurd - prim and proper Narcissa Malfoy, pureblood queen, and the mudblood she detests…" he left the sentence incomplete as his hysterical laughter continued.
Hermione winced at the word, but it was Fleur who was on her feet and at Snape's side before anyone had seen her move, wand poised for the strike. "Professor, I will only tell you zis once. Do not use zis term in front of me ever again!" Fleur angrily hissed at him but even her wand tip drilling into the side of his neck could not fully halt his giggles. Hermione got to her feet and walked over to her Professor, leaning down she whispered in his ear, "you just pissed off my girlfriend and she is just looking for a reason to get rid of some pent up energy so I suggest you compose yourself or get the fuck out of this office before I tell her, and the Headmistress, what you called me in the corridor." She had kept her voice low so that no one could hear her and the threat had the desired effect.
Snape straightened up, face smoothing into his usual sneer as he exhaled. "Miss Granger, I meant no disrespect. You seem to have this situation in hand with your…unique... skillset... and so I will take my leave." And with that, Severus Snape turned and walked out the room closing the door behind him.
Hermione placed her hand on Fleur's arm, instantly calming her and pulled her over to the couch. She looked up at Professor McGonagall, "Professor, Fleur and I need to, erm, to talk with Mrs Malfoy in private."
Minerva smiled at Hermione and nodded before a look of horror flashed across her face. "Miss Granger, I would prefer it if you did not 'talk' to Mrs Malfoy in my office!" she said quickly and an equal look of repulsion flashed across Hermione's face.
"NO! No, of course not." Hermione said quickly.
It was Hooch's turn to giggle through the awkward silence that followed this exchange. "Have a…." she gasped between laughs, "have a biscuit, Minerva!" she managed to get out, holding the box out, before sobering quickly at the look on McGonagall's face. She covered quickly by calling for Winky.
The house elf popped into the room and looked at Hooch expectantly but it was Hermione who spoke. "Winky, would you be so kind as to apparate myself, Fleur and Mrs Malfoy to Fleur's quarters?" She looked at Narcissa and then to Fleur. "It is probably best if none of us are seen," she explained.
Winky nodded and held out her hands, which Hermione and Narcissa took, Fleur holding on to Hermione's hand. With a sharp crack, the Headmistresses office disappeared and seconds later the three witches and Winky reappeared in Fleur's quarters. "Will there be anything else, Miss Granger?" Winky asked eagerly.
Before Hermione could answer, however, Narcissa broke in, "I think Fire Whiskey all round would not be a mistake…" It had been almost said under her breath but Winky snapped her fingers and a bottle and three glasses appeared on the table. Seeing that there were no more requests, the house elf left them to it.
The three witches stood looking at each other for a moment. Fleur paced around Narcissa like a lion circling prey, she was moving slowly and carefully but she was certain not to take her eyes from her. Narcissa stood straight up, gloved hands clasped in front of her; she had locked eyes with Hermione and was waiting politely. Hermione stared at Narcissa with a blank expression. On the outside she was calm but her brain was screaming at her to run, that she was in danger.
"May I?" Narcissa asked as she indicated the fire whiskey. Hermione looked to Fleur, then the bottle and then back to Narcissa.
"Let me, Mrs Malfoy - um, please take a seat." Hermione answered her as she walked over to the bottle, unstoppered it and poured three generous glasses of the amber nectar, handing one to Narcissa and leaving Fleur's on the table.
Narcissa took her leather gloves off, one finger at a time and set them on the table. She unbuttoned her long green overcoat and delicately placed it over the back of the couch. Picking up the offered glass she sat down, crossing her legs and leaned back. She was the picture of refinement and relaxation, which only served to annoy Fleur and unsettle Hermione even further. Narcissa delicately sipped her drink and sat silently waiting. Fleur was standing behind Narcissa trying to have a complete conversation with Hermione using only her eyebrows, which unfortunately was totally unsuccessful.
"Ahem," Narcissa cleared her throat. "I do not have leave to be away for more than a couple of hours, we are going to have to speed this up a little. Although I am not entirely sure what 'this' is." She indicated vaguely towards Hermione as she spoke. It was as though she did not register the fact that Fleur was in the room.
"Why don't we start wiz what you do know, Mrs Malfoy?" Fleur said, oblivious to the fact that Narcissa was ignoring her presence.
Narcissa glanced behind her then swigged the rest of the drink in her hand. Hermione, who had also emptied her glass went over and refilled both glasses.
"I know that there is a piece of the Dark Lord's soul intermingled with my soul. It is my understating that the term used to describe such things is Whorecrux," Narcissa explained as she continued to hold Hermione's gaze. "What I do not know is how to remove it. But it needs to come out - it is...affecting me... in ways I do not like."
Hermione was shocked. It was having an 'effect' on Narcissa? Was it going to have an effect on her too? "What sort of effect?" she asked nervously and both older witches in the room caught the strain in her voice.
"You are also a Whorecrux, this is why you are concerned?" Narcissa asked then answering her own question she continued thoughtfully, "Yes, I can practically taste it on you. Well, you have no need to worry. The effects did not start for years. But I need it out, now, so how do we do that?" Narcissa asked.
Hermione gulped down another glass of fire whiskey and looked at Fleur, who came around beside Hermione and took her own glass sipping her first taste of the drink.
"Eet involves legilimency, blood magic and sex magic," Fleur said, her voice controlled and quiet.
Hermione dropped her gaze to the floor, as Narcissa grinned wickedly. "I see... Which one of you do I get to do?" she asked.
Fleur and Hermione looked at each other. "Well we usually... um," Hermione could not finish her sentence but the flush creeping up her face told Narcissa everything she needed to hear.
"I see," Narcissa replied, and the look in her eyes grew more predatory as she got up off the couch and strode towards Hermione, her plush green dress flowing around her.
Fleur let a low growl out, and stepped between Narcissa and Hermione. Narcissa laughed, "Easy there Veela," Narcissa warned, "I am guessing you two work together because two are needed, but I can also see that she needs a little...encouragement, whereas you do not." When she finished she leaned forward and kissed Hermione on the cheek, leaving her blood red lipstick on her cheek. Hermione stiffened and but Narcissa leaned forward and whispered in Hermione's ear. "Follow me."
Narcissa pulled away, turned and strode towards the bedroom, unzipping her dress and slowly stepping out of it. She looked over her shoulder, smiling wickedly in the direction of the two witches as she stood in her Slytherin green heels, stockings, suspenders and lace bra. Narcissa let out a naughty little giggle as she dropped her bra on the floor and disappeared into the bedroom.
"Fuck," Fleur said under her breath. "I zink we are in trouble," she told Hermione, who was likewise gaping towards the open door.
"Yeah, I think we are," Hermione answered. Fleur took Hermione's hand and pulled her into the bedroom, as soon as they were through the door Narcissa pounced on them, devouring Fleur's lips as she removed her clothes, then Narcissa pulled away from Fleur and reached out and took Hermione's hand, leading her over to the bed. Hermione, uncertain of what to do, let Narcissa take the lead.
Narcissa smiled at Hermione as she undressed her, once she had Hermione naked she pushed her down on the bed. "Stay," Naricssa ordered and Hermione obediently did not move. Narcissa moved back over to Fleur and took her hand pulling her over to the bed. "Sit." Narcissa ordered, Fleur complied and sat on the edge of the bed.
The Slytherin reached up behind her and loosed her hair, letting it sweep past her shoulders as she looked at Fleur through her lashes then she turned her back to Fleur. "Remove my suspenders and stockings," she ordered.
Fleur licked her lips in anticipation as she reached up and stroked the back of Narcissa's legs with the tips of her fingers before slipping her thumb behind the stopper on the left and sliding up, loosening the hook free from the stocking. As Fleur did this, Narcissa let out a moan, awaiting the right hand suspender to get the same release. Hermione swallowed as she watched her lover unclip the suspenders, then as she had anticipated, Fleur placed a hand on each of Narcissa's hips and turned her around. Fleur leaned forward her intention being to places kisses on Narcissa's stomach, but Narcissa stopped her with one finger to the forehead.
"Follow my instructions only," Narcissa hissed playfully and it was Fleur's turn to swallow as she reached up and unhooked the suspenders in front. Narcissa lifted her foot up so that the flat of her shoe was resting on Fleur's knee, the heel lightly pressing into her thigh. From this movement, Fleur could see a dark patch on Narcissa's panties and her levels of desire spiked. Suddenly Fleur wanted to reach out and touch Narcissa's most intimate parts.
As though she could read Fleur's mind, Narcissa said, "just remove the stocking and shoe." Fleur gently lifted Narcissa's foot and removed the shoe, discarding it on the floor before hooking her fingers into the lip of the stocking and deftly rolling it off Narcissa's leg. Fleur had every intention of tossing the stocking on the floor but Narcissa held her hand out expectantly. The French witch did not understand why, but placed the stocking in Narcissa's waiting hand before repeating the process with her other leg. She placed the second stocking in Narcissa's hand.
Fleur reached around and unhooked the suspender belt and handed this to the waiting witch. Narcissa took the garments and turned to Hermione who had turned on her side to watch the scene. "Naughty Miss Granger, I told you not to move," Narcissa playfully scolded the younger witch, who resumed the position on her back quickly, though not without a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Narcissa slipped off her green silk panties and straddled Hermione on the bed. She looped the panties around Hermione's wrists then used the suspender belt to secure the younger witch's now bound hands to the headboard. Hermione did not struggle, though her eyes widened as her fear made the entire experience a lot more enjoyable. Once done, Narcissa grabbed Hermione's wand and placed it in one of her hands, she leaned over and whispered in her ear, "your hands will be loose enough that when you need to use the wand you will be able to," then she licked and kissed her way down to Hermione's breasts, taking first one nipple in her mouth and then the other, biting just a little too hard eliciting a squeal from the young witch on the bed, but not one of discomfort. Narcissa smiled as she realised she would be able to use her teeth and began to bite Hermione's breasts and roll her nipples between her teeth.
Narcissa crawled off the bed reluctantly, then used the stockings to secure each of Hermione's legs to the bed so that she was spread wide. The Slytherin then kissed and nibbled the inside of Hermione's thighs as the younger with began to pant in anticipation. Hermione let out a gasp as Narcissa used one finger to stroke her clit, the older witch smiled deliciously as she continued her ministrations but looked back at Fleur winking.
Fleur could not contain herself any longer, licking her lips as she crawled up the bed, leaning over and tenderly kissed her, slipping her tongue into her mouth. Narcissa giggled as she enjoyed the view, Hermione straining against the restraints and Fleur leaning over, kissing her passionately while her hands were roaming on Hermione's chest.
The Slytherin lived up to her house and slipped two fingers inside of Hermione who writhed in response, she thrust inside her steady and hard giving the youngest witch on the bed no chance for recovery as she ploughed her through her first orgasm and close to her second one.
As soon as Gryffindor was on the edge Narcissa pulled out and Hermione whimpered pulling away from Fleur who, caught up in the moment, let her dissatisfaction known. "Ce qui la baise!"
Narcissa winked at Fleur as she crawled up Hermione's body and captured the blonde's lips, pulling her teeth across Fleur's already swollen bottom lip as she pulled away. "Now get off the bed and put those lovely fingers somewhere useful!" she hissed at Fleur and without waiting for a response she crawled of the end of the bed, leant over it and firmly pressed her tongue into Hermione, licking as thoroughly as she could before dragging her tongue up to Hermione's love button.
The groans of delight that Narcissa had brought forth from Hermione's mouth excited the older witch but not as much as Fleur, who had manoeuvred behind Narcissa and thrust her fingers into her. Hermione bucked as fingers also entered her as the groans falling from Narcissa reverberated through her sensitive nub and spread throughout her body. Hermione cried out, "Sweet Circe's nipples!" however Narcissa did not stop. She did however slow down losing concentration as Fleur drove into her mercilessly with three fingers, her pinkie stroking Narcissa's clit.
Hermione's eyes rolled back as she came hard against Narcissa, she relaxed as much as she could in the restraints and quivered with every moan that left Narcissa's lips. Fleur smiled at the sight of Hermione collapsed in the arms of orgasmic ecstasy and it spurred her on harder with Narcissa who was so close to orgasm she was dizzy but continued to try and hold out. Fleur gently pressed a finger from her unoccupied hand into Narcissa's puckered hole, this simple motion made Narcissa gasp in pleasure.
Fleur glanced up at Hermione who had slipped her hands out of the restraints and had already opened a wound on one and was pressing the blood against Narcissa's head while she wordlessly cast 'legilimens' she tried to sift through Narcissa's mind but found many closed doors blocking her path. Hermione began to search frantically within the Slytherin's well protected mind to find what she was looking for. Fleur knew that Narcissa was very very close, "come on!" she encouraged Hermione frantically, but Hermione had got a nudge in the right direction and found that darkness. Isolating the darkness, she made eye contact with Fleur who pushed Narcissa to climax. The older witch cried out joyfully, and with her cry out came the darkness as it vacated Narcissa's body where it had been held many years. Fleur grabbed her wand and cast the blood magic spell which should have destroyed the darkness immediately.
Hermione shuddered against the leg restraints but her eyes widened as the darkness escaped from Narcissa's every orifice and filled up the room. Fleur caught Narcissa's body and placed her gently on the bed before spinning, wand held out to face the darkness. She cut her own palm and cast the blood magic spell again, spraying the blood over both Narcissa and the darkness which was moving quickly towards Hermione. This time the spell was successful and the darkness dissipated with an angry hiss.
Fleur slumped down on the end of the bed and tired to breath as her heart pounded at the fear of Hermione being consumed by more darkness.
"Fleur, my legs," Hermione said as she struggled to get up and free herself.
Narcissa groaned and sat up, smiling at Fleur and then Hermione. "My dears, you were both wonderful," she said as she took her wand and cast a cleaning spell on herself, then summoned her clothes and got dressed. Hermione and Fleur sat stunned.
Narcissa summoned her hair pins and swiftly pulled her hair up, she looked over her shoulder and smiled, then she slipped her heels on and headed over to the bed. Taking Fleur's hand, she used her wand to heal the cut before raising the hand to her lips and kissing it softly. Narcissa then turned to Hermione, and healed the young witches hand and then raised it to her lips and kissed it, but this time instead of dropping the hand she pulled her to her feet and leant next to her ear, "Miss Granger, you were delightful and I owe you one, when it comes to my sister I will help you if I can," she told her, "also your lover needs seeing too." Narcissa finished with a wicked smile.
Hermione nodded, smiling back and with that Narcissa turned and strode out the bedroom.
"Damn," Hermione said and she got up and ran to the door, "Narcissa, the Horcrux?" she called after her.
Narcissa turned to Hermione as she reached into her coat pocket and set the necklace on the table before slipping her overcoat on, winking and leaving the quarters.
Hermione turned back and was suddenly wrapped in Fleur. She smiled as Fleur growled "mine" hungrily, and bit her ear teasingly, pushing her lover back towards the bed.
