Hey readers,
I see Hermione and Narcissa as Double rainbows. Cant touch but living or existing side by side. A teenager versus a full grown woman who knows what she wants. How will that end hons?
Yeah yeah yeah I brought back Amelia but I like her and if Hermione wasn't my endgame Amelia would be, just saying.
And finally nothing ever ended easily for our little loves now does it but keep in mind there is a lot of story to be told. We are only starting the Order of the Phoenix arc.
Lastly, thanks to my own love, for creating a lot of inspiration for here on out. We have gone through every thing from never knowing what the other looks like, to proposing in freezers. LMAO (none of your business) Yes's and No's, but every year is a new year as a new promise and challenge is accepted as we keep each other for just one more year. I love her, I love everything that is this woman and I would never change her for the stars. It is a minor basis of the timid nature of the relationship for Hermione and Narcissa. Get ready as we all begin to share a tale of "Oh shit I didn't mean that," or "it doesn't mean anything" to "I want you forever."
Hope you enjoy the mountains amount of angst coming your way,
Snow
She sighed deeply and regretted every decision she had made for the past two months. It was never supposed to happen again. They agreed to it. Never meant never, but one night and a bottle of firewhisky on a scorching hot night in July… Another sigh as she stroked the arm that folded over her abdomen then she looked at the sleeping features of a godsend, and angel and a tempting devil. She had to admit this woman had always felt wonderful pressed into her side when she woke the next morning.
"Stop doing that," croaked a voice. Narcissa smiled slightly as she saw navy blue eyes open and look in to her lighter ones. Narcissa let the woman shift and sit up on the edge of the bed facing away from her.
"It's alright Narcissa I understand what this is. Besides I have something I would like to talk to you about. Let's have breakfast," Amelia suggested as the women went to separate rooms and washed up before the day began.
Dobby and his brother Ducky had an array of fruit and toast on the table in the kitchen next to the window. When both women sat down the elves served tea and smiled to each woman as they said their thanks.
"What would you like to talk about?" Narcissa said before she took a bite of toast covered in strawberries and a dollop of vanilla yoghurt. She watched as Amelia fought with her thoughts.
"I believe I may have met someone… interesting," Amelia said weakly looking at Narcissa for any kind of reaction. Narcissa put her toast down. Took a sip of her tea and leaned back against the chair regarding her friend, and on again off again lover. A long moment went between the women before Narcissa reached out and took Amelia's hand.
"That's splendid Milly," Narcissa smiled. It was finally happening. Their never again would truly mean never again. Amelia smiled in return and squeezed Narcissa's hand in thanks. After Narcissa's smirk and a do tell prompt from her friend Amelia launched into her tale of possibilities.
"She is, of all things, a bloody American!" Amelia laughed bringing laughter from Narcissa, "She is very capable detective actually. She used to work in the states as a Homicide detective but she used magic to protect her partner, but lost him. The whole dilemma of erasing their memories and the loss of her best friend made her look as far from her home as possible. She was a war hero in her own right by Muggle standards, impeccable record, loyal and dedicated…"
"Milly, I don't need to know her resume. What is she like?" Narcissa asked shaking her head and chuckling at her friend.
"Charming, long luscious light hay colored hair that curls ever so slightly about her shoulders and face. And her eyes, the most glorious green eyes I have ever seen. She is funny but in a reserved quiet way. It's as if she is afraid to let others in since her partner, Paul, died. There is something about her that makes me feel… more than head of the Auror Department. She makes me feel…." Amelia paused and couldn't find the word and Narcissa sipped her tea and looked to her friend.
"Human," Narcissa said with glittering eyes as she listened to Amelia talk about this woman, "What's her name?"
"Oh, right, silly me. Her name is Dakota Hall," Amelia looked out the window and smiled then looked to Narcissa, "I can't do this if I want to pursue her," Amelia stated sadly but Narcissa pattered her friends hand and smiled understanding.
"Well, at least we had each other for a little while," Narcissa smiled.
Amelia nodded when she saw Narcissa look out the window. The post owl came and went. Then an unrecognizable owl came through the already open window and a parcel was dropped on the table and took off before it could be rewarded for service. Amelia looked at the small brown envelope and smiled lightly as she saw Narcissa's hands work quickly to open the thick envelope. She turned the contents out onto the table. She smiled and looked at all of the postcards from all over that told of Hermione's journey. Havana Cuba, Houston Texas, Salem Massachusetts, Twin Peaks Colorado, Sierra Nevada, Grand Canyon Arizona. She looked at each of them and saw on every one. I miss you, you would like it here, or wish you were here. Every single one of them was signed by Hermione and Narcissa ran her fingertips over the cards. Not one word from her little witch since she got on that train, nothing. Finally, here was word. Narcissa saw a small bit of parchment that said three words. I am Home. Narcissa quickly put the cards back in the brown envelope and waited like the pureblood she was to resume her visit with Amelia.
"This is good," Amelia said and leaned over to hug her best friend. Then with a kiss to Narcissa's lips as one parting goodbye she went to the Floo and went home. Narcissa also used to Floo, and found herself in the middle of a jinx fight. Wandlessly she cast a shield charm and waited for mayhem to conclude. Finally Harry saw Narcissa and smiled but caught a stinging hex to his rear end complements of Draco. Sirius laughed wholeheartedly and then looked to his visitor.
"Have you seen the post yet cousin?" she asked as she walked toward the arm chair and the boys followed but Harry took that as his cue and went for the door. Narcissa sighed and lifted her eyebrow. There was a small mountain of post behind the door where the owls drop the mail through the slots like any other door mail slot. Harry ran back but parcels for everyone some larger than most and all from their best friend. She sent to Draco a charmed fox tooth that grants to user protection in his animagus from, and help amplify his animagus senses when held in his human form. Harry got the same, but from a panther. Sirius got one from a dog. All helped the wearer and protect them. In the back of her mind she wondered if hers was lost in the mail, but she sighed. The boys only got those items. Harry held his in his hand and could swear he could sense everything around him. Draco smiled and aimed his wand at Harry's ass, but the boy moved and Sirius got a stinging hex to the thigh, entirely too close to a place where one should have stinging hexes. Everyone laughed and it was renewal of the war with Harry and Sirius casting jinxes and hexes.
"I swear he is supposed to be older than us," Draco commented jokingly as he watched Sirius and Harry battle. Narcissa simply watched and then just for the sake of wrecking a small amount of havoc and her good mood she cast an ice patch near Sirius's feet then no more than a few seconds later the old dog landed flat on his back. Sirius looked at Narcissa and cast a hex but she deflected easily. Sirius would have continued to fight if it wasn't for his wounded pride, not to mention a sore back. The boys plus Sirius settled on the sofas with Sirius stretched out along the couch taking pressure off his back.
"Don't be a baby, I'll fix it before I leave," Narcissa shot to her complaining cousin, "I have news."
Everyone looked to the woman as they were served tea.
"Hermione is home," she said over her tea cup and braced for the deluge of questions. Sure enough she was bombarded. She couldn't answer the questions that were thrown her way all she knew was her little witch was home.
Later That Night
A brunette witch walked London streets and shivered slightly against the wet chill of English weather. As soon as she set foot on English soil she got a discreet note advising her she was of magical age of consent and herby and adult according to the Ministry of Underage Magical Resources. She showed her father, and he shook his head and cocked a smile. She told him everything from the time turner, to Fleur as they took her mother's ashes on a whirlwind adventure in the States. It was one of her fervent wishes to her cast about various places in world. Their trips where far from over but that past summer was the most wonderful and heartfelt summer Hermione had ever had with her father. He constantly pestered about her life and she ceded with a smile and gave him all the information he wanted. He wanted to know about everyone, Harry, Draco, Narcissa, and Sirius, and definitely Fleur. She was shy at first but her father told her that it would be alright, and he was a safe place on all topics, from sex to magic. She blushed and smiled embarrassed but he was true to his word. He never pushed overly hard, and she found herself opening up to him especially on their overnight camping trips in tents along their cross country voyage. She asked him one night if he was disappointed.
"My daughter, it is not the life I wanted or planed for you, but you are your own person. As long as you are happy, I will not get in the way of your love life," Dan said as he clutched his daughters hand under the stars of the Grand Canyon. It was the one thing she needed most. She would live her life the way it made her happy, but it was just like the icing on top of the cake knowing her father supported her.
She loved the local Native American tribes and their shaman magic. She got the teeth for the boy's animagus in those tribes they visited. Every mile they drove, and every new city or town or reservation they went to, she thought of Narcissa and Fleur. She had to explain the aging to her father one morning because one morning she woke up and she looked older, trimmer, and fitter. He was confused until she told him of her age. She told him she couldn't show what she meant because of the underage restrictions but she would explain everything in more detail when she could SHOW him her age diagnostic. She knew it was coming any how that the ministry would tell her she was an adult.
Finally they came home, and she found herself freezing in the summer mist late in the evening in England. She longed for sunshine, perhaps France. She smiled when she thought of the vineyard and without moment to pause she apparated to the country. She looked at the iron gates with a huge B on the ironwork. She held up her hand and felt the ward, and then she called a name she had not called in a long time.
"Dobby," she spoke softly and instantly there was a pop next to her.
"Hello Miss Hermy. Come in, you have a bed for you already made," The little house elf took her hand and they popped into the main entrance way and he led her toward the stairs. There was a sharp intake of breath, and a rustle of clothes. Blue caught Brown and Hermione felt her mouth go dry. Time stopped and Hermione could have sworn timed had stopped. She looked toward the Lady of the house and she got lost in the vision before her from the red toe nail polish to the thigh high night gown, to the flowing straight platinum blonde hair, and finally her electric blue eyes and red lips.
"I never realized you were go fetching, Miss Black," Hermione commenting not knowing what in the hell she was doing. This woman sent her back years, and even more brought out a more gallant and chivalrous nature in her. She longed to be a princess in some one's eyes but in this moment looking up and the beauty before her she felt like a lowly vagabond, a knight in beggar's rags. Hermione cleared her throat and kicker her own ass into gear.
"I hope you don't mind…." Hermione began as she shoved her hands into her jeans pockets but it was Narcissa who silenced her as she left to the floor in her animagus. The wolf stalked her, approached her slowly, deliberately and Hermione just stood still and then held her hands out her sides and let the wolf come closer to her taking in her scent. Finally after several moments Hermione felt hands slip to her cheeks and she opened her eyes.
"Hello my Little Witch. You are taller," Narcissa said as she took the girl into her arms with a chuckle and held her there swaying back and forth. When they moved apart both women were smiling and then Hermione stepped forward and hugged to woman once more and kissed her cheek. Narcissa froze but tonight, this moment, it was nothing more than a hello.
"I hear you already have a bed for me, why?" Hermione smiled as Narcissa guided her to the reading room where she could light a fire, and Narcissa conjured sweatpants to wear seeing her night shirt was rather short.
"You said you were home. Home, my little witch is where ever your heart leads you. I had an inkling that part of your heart resided here at Black hall with your brothers. In light of your message I made Dobby and Ducky available for you at any time," Narcissa said smoothly even though she craved to say more, do more, take more, but for the love of Merlin, it just felt good right then and she didn't want to ruin it.
Tea was served and Hermione sat back with her eyes on the flames of the fire and Narcissa watched the girl. The light danced on features and details that were not there before. She was older yes, but it was more. Her soul was older, worn, and finally coming back from a long sleep like some old should do when life had been given back to them, when purpose has been found or closure had been achieved.
"My dad knows everything," Hermione said as she sipped her tea and sighed, "They didn't have a tea worth drinking over in the States. God I missed this," Hermione smiled and gushed as she took another soothing sip from her cup. Narcissa waited and Hermione knew she was.
"I woke up one morning and looked older. I guess the time turner didn't catch up physically," Hermione spoke into the cup, 'So I had to tell him everything. He has been wonderful... We needed this trip Narcissa. We needed to be away from it all. We needed to breathe fresh air, we need to throw off our shackles to my grandmother, and to the recent past, and deaths, and corpses, and relationships. We needed to become father and daughter again, and it was the best thing we could have ever done," then Hermione listed her eyes to Narcissa, "I am sorry if I had worried you. I sincerely apologize Narcissa," Hermione completed her sentence with her eyes full and open to the woman and Narcissa realized she wasn't breathing. The fireplace flickered and sputtered, surging the green of Floo travel.
"Milly," Narcissa gasped as she went to the fallen body on her floor. She assessed the injuries on the auror.
"C—close …. The…. Fl….Vol…." Immediately Narcissa raised a hand and her Floo connection was closed. Hermione already opened the robes of the auror and assessed the damage. Narcissa and Hermione worked together and got the auror comfortable and Hermione asked where she would be kept and Narcissa replied in the room across from hers. Hermione called and Dobby came in at that moment and snapped his fingers and all three women were in the bedroom with the auror breathing heavily in the bed. Hermione watched as she took a step back. Narcissa took the woman's hand and then asked Ducky to bring a golden vial of potion. Hermione watched as Narcissa's eyes softened, and clouded with tears. She watched as Narcissa leaned over and pressed her lips to the aurors forehead. She watched as the Auror drank the potion and opened her eyes and looked at Narcissa and smiled…. Lovingly. She stood silently and moved from the room and walked out to the courtyard.
"Miss Hermy, where are you going? Mistress Black has a room for you, remember?" a small elf in a pair of tan slacks and a black sweater vest and a blue undershirt approached her.
"Hello Ducky. Will you please tell the mistress I will be going home for the evening? She has people who need her and I don't want to get in the way." With those words Hermione stepped outside of the barrier and apparated to her backyard. Dan, who didn't sleep as well as he did when Jean was alive came through the back sliding door.
"How did it go, Love?"
"It didn't. An auror came through the Floo injured. She seemed to…" Hermione couldn't begin to feel her heart falter, and effectively stop. No… she was an idiot to go there. She was too young, the woman was too…. Hermione wasn't worthy of the woman who has lived, loved, and lost. Yes, Hermione was nothing but a child. It should just stay that way for the sake of their current bond.
"WHERE IS SHE?!" Narcissa tore through the mansion. She looked high and love, library and parlor, and even the girls room, her room, but no sign. Her breath heaved deeply in her chest, she didn't see the elf cowering but intending to give her a message. She worked hard to school her features.
"I won't hurt you Ducky, I promise. What is it?" Narcissa calmed as much as she could and reached out a hand and the elf too her larger hand in his childlike hand.
"Miss Hermy," he paused as her head snapped back to him and she towered over him and then she calmed when she knelt in front of him, "She asked me to tell you that she went home for the evening."
"Why?" Narcissa whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek. She knew something was happening, whether it was confession over her trip or… or… something else she knew. She could sense it in the air, the depth of Hermione's gaze. She was surprised it was Ducky, a damaged and frightened elf that reached out to her.
"She said you have people who need you and she didn't want to be in the way," Ducky placed a hand on her cheek, of small, "I think she thought you love Miss Milly." Ducky then moved from his mistress's still form and toward the door so he could escape if this information went sideways. But it never did. Narcissa stood back up and returned to the reading room. Sat down before the fire and watched the flames dance and Ducky knew, she thought of Miss Hermy.
