Holy Poptarts Yall!

Ok ill kill a few things for you . Hermione will eventually come back. Aside from that Can you imagine you were house head, and soul bonded to Hermione,. The bond forged between four people had so many extra reaching circumstances that is was... all consuming. It kept you alive, kept you living because it was living, and alive. All that was now ripped away, severed, even at your own hands. It would be like walking around with out apart of you, missing lost. This is a little arc where Narcissa looses her freaking shit. Be patient with her.

PS hopefully first of more over spring break... be patient, and excuse grammar... come on .. SPRING BREAK BABY! GENTLE LOVES PLEASE. Im to have a moment with beauty...


She was discharged from the hospital with a dozen potions in a sack. Andromeda went on her date with Severus to Narcissa's very colorful urging. Ok, it was a fight, but Andromeda let Narcissa win if, and only if, someone came to sit by her side. Narcissa nodded. She had a fire in her. There was a bitterness about her like a wall of hellfire and the only one that could climb that wall was Draco. Draco walked with her to the nurse's station, waited while she signed documents, and then walked with her to the floo. She took the floo power in her hand, looked at Draco, and then voiced her destination. She was spat out in her parlor, and then moved. Moments later Draco came right behind her through the fireplace. Narcissa sighed and then went to her bedroom after asking if he could turn off the floo network until he left. Draco sighed, did as he was told, and then followed. She stopped, froze on the stairway.

"Draco, I will be right back down," she looked over her shoulder barely glancing at her son on the step just behind her, below her then she sighed, "It is not like last time, I promise," when she saw his shoulders relax, she walked away from her son and to her chambers.

"Mistress," Dobby said but she ignored him, and she stripped as she walked to the shower. She needed to be clean. She practically scrubbed herself raw. She couldn't think of Fleur the way she used to. It wasn't the primal; desire, the lust, and the love. No, none of that. It was the simple reciprocal connection. She could not feel Fleur want or love her back. She can't feel her at all, and it hurt her. It reopened a wound that slowly began to heal. She slammed her fist against the wall as she felt tears fall down her cheeks. Then she turned the water off and walked back into the room. Dobby stood there, and she finally looked at him. His ears drooped, and his expression was more than worried.

"I promise, Mark my words Dobby, I will never open my heart again," Narcissa said as she took a shirt and put it on.

"What if Mistress Hermy…" but he was cut silent by her icy glare.

"If she were to show herself once more that is when I will have love. But aside from Draco and this little one, I refuse to open my heart again," Narcissa said coldly and then she reached for Dobby. He flinched. Narcissa pulled her hand back and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"I am never to abuse you, but I am changed my friend," Narcissa patted him on the shoulder and the little elf nodded. He promised he would help her any way he could, but his ears drooped low on his head.

She found herself in the dining room with Draco. Draco watched as his mother came back. She walked with the air of a Pureblooded Black. He watched as she looked over the tea with eyes as cold as ice. He watched as she erected every single wall, he had ever known her to build. He reached out for her hand and she looked at him. He nearly shivered and then her eyes thawed.

"I will not shut you out Draco, but my dear, I am tired of having my heart ripped from between my ribs," she told him, and he nodded.

"What happened?" he braved a question. But all Narcissa did was glare at him. Then she sipped her tea.

"Tell me of your day, my son," she shifted the attention from her onto Draco. He knew what she did, and he hated it, but he will play this game for the moment. It was better than when she was practically comatose.

He told of Harry's plans to take the Malfoy Manor gardens and make them brilliant again with a friend named Neville who could guide him in a lot of the plants and hot to take care of them, and then eventually apply at Hogwarts for a position.

"What position would that be dear?" Narcissa asked as she focused solely on Draco.

"He wants to take over Keeper of the Grounds," Draco smiled then frowned, "his friend Hagrid died in the battle, Hagrid was too close when hell broke loose, and Harry has a decent relationship with most of the forest creatures. He wants to continue his friends work," Draco smiled, "Honestly Harry said that he had been in the spotlight for so many years he just wants a quiet life, and Hogwarts grounds keeper is as quiet as you can get," Draco chuckled. Narcissa smiled at her son's joy with his loved one.

"Your plans my Little Lord?" she asked, and he sighed.

"I want to change our houses. Malfoy and Black houses have such bad names," Draco paused when he saw Narcissa tap her teacup.

"We must be as we always have been," Draco looked at her like she grew a set of horns and then she raised her hand, "We work deceptively, manipulatively, cunningly, but it is time to make our houses less twisted. We are not associated with pure-blood supremacist, but we will not distance ourselves from potential allies," Narcissa said and then Draco nodded.

"Just like we did before the battle?" Draco asked then Narcissa smiled over her teacup.

"Just like you did before the battle my dear. That was all you. Your alliances, your selection of witches and wizards, and your promises. It was genius that no one could go against the Houses of Black and Malfoy even in back alley deals. I'm proud of you. I would support you if you wish to take your fathers seats as Malfoy representative in the Wizengamot," Narcissa watched her son.

"Someday, mother, but not yet, but soon," Draco shifted slightly in his seat. He was with the woman before she met Hermione. This was Narcissa Black, untethered, unchained, and every bit as Black as her name. The only thing she had going for her is she didn't discriminate. Draco placed his tea on the table and kissed his mother goodbye. He must be back to his husband.

"Oh Draco," Narcissa called after him and he turned around, "Will you be marrying Harry in accordance to wizarding society?"

"Yes," the young wizard beamed, "I was thinking in March," Draco said.

"Why March?" Narcissa asked quirking her brow. It was such a long time from their goblin nuptials.

"My sister should be born by then," Draco smiled. He watched as his mother melted slightly at the words and then cleared her throat and threw up her walls.

"Mother heal however you can, but please don't keep these walls up forever. We love you, all of us do, and we miss you," Draco nodded toward his mother, and Narcissa tried to quirk a smile and nod to her son. When he left, she sat back and lay a hand over her stomach.

"Dobby," she quietly called, and her little friend came out of nowhere, "I would like to take my afternoon in the gardens," Dobby nodded. She watched as the floppy eared elf walked away. She sighed. She would try to be better toward him soon.

Bella and Harry:

"No, you little git," Bella shoved Harry to the side joking.

"But you were so happy. Come on Bella, she loves you," Harry argued and then Bella waved her wand. A jelly legs jinx hit him full force. He fell face first on the floor. He groaned and cast a finite and then slowly stood shaking out his legs.

"No, we are not talking about my relationship, Harry," Bella glared at him.

"You love her so much, why can't you say it?!" he yelled. Bella growled as he confronted her. She sped into his personal space, wand gripped tightly, a hex on her lips, nose to nose. She pulled away but kept a hand on his shoulder steadying Harry.

"You have become very important to me, Harry," Bella sighed pulling away her hand feeling every fiber in her body wanting to inflict pain, but her heart warred with her instincts. She let the heart get the win and then linked her arm with his as they walked a corridor of Hogwarts. They watched as portraits watched them, some sped from frames, some tipped hats, and some sneered.

"I had a mother Bella," he said, and she pulled from him, but he clasped her hand. Dark eyes found his green, "But if I were to have a substitute for the mother I lost, I am glad it is you," Harry's eyes sparkled with truth and all Bella could do was swallow and nod and continue to walk.

"Why are we drawn together Bella?" Harry asked as he let her lead him through the corridors and then outside into the sun. He watched as she took a deep breath, close her eyes, and feel the sun on her face.

"I think it was because we were tied to the Dark Lord in a way no other person could," she said, her eyes still closed, "Horcruxes are dark things Harry. And we were both marked by that darkness by the same wizard and lived," she opened her eyes squinted due to the sunlight, and then looked at him, "You and I are tied together by the same soul piece, we would naturally rally together as two wondering entities in the night," she walked from Harry and down a path before she said over her shoulder, "I have never been able to be a mother. I would be honored to be a substitute mother to you Harry," she said this, and Harry faltered in his step, tripped and once more fell flat on his face. She laughed

"Harry, we must work on your balance," she joked, then narrowed her eyes, "And your pure-blood etiquette if you are to be married to the Heir of the House of Black and Malfoy, come," she said but Harry's eyes narrowed and she saw it as he reached for his wand. She darted off like a child with Harry trying to hex her in a playful display of comradery. Decorum could wait.

Fleur:

It worked. Holy shit it worked, and she watched her witch and the boy who lived twice run around the grounds like children. She clutched her hand to her chest. She finally felt it, without other tethers, and without other bonds. It was exquisite, and wholly terrifying. She thought about Narcissa and Hermione. Yes, they were her witches, but without the four-way bond, she was able to feel her love for Bellatrix Black completely. She loved Hermione, and Narcissa, but she fell absolutely in love with Bellatrix.

She sighed, turned from the duo in the sun and began to meander around the castle. They fixed the castle a few days ago. Soon kids will swarm the grounds and halls will be a buzz of voices, and excitement. She walked to the infirmary. Her friend should be there. She walked at a leisurely rate, and then pushed open doors to the medical room. It was still, and quiet. She looked around and found everything in its place. She opened cabinets and found them fully stocked. She walked further into the back. She investigated the medi-witch's office and it was orderly, no stacks, no files, no invoices. Not even a speck of dust. But most importantly there was no witch.

"Hello?" called out a voice and Fleur's heart clenched. She walked from the office, and found Harry and Bella standing in the infirmary bickering back and forth. Bella looked up and found Fleur and she froze.

"Oh," Bella said as she looked and clenched her mouth shut so it didn't hang open. Harry slowly silently moved back and toward the door, "Don't think about it, Potter," growled Bella and Harry sighed and then leaned against it. She looked at Fleur, no she stared at Fleur. It was different now. It was more vivid, more singular, and completely encompassing.

Fleur on the other hand looked at Bella, she tried with all her might to control the longing in her eyes, the breathing from her lungs, or the beating of her heart. She saw her thread was as bright glittering golden thread as it could have ever been. It was solid as if there was a real physical thread between them. Fleur almost reached out the pluck at the taut string. Fleur was surprised people could run through it, ignore it, but it connected straight to Bellatrix, her witch, if she would have her.

"Hello," greeted Bella. Fleur almost melted at the sound of her voice.

"Bonjour," Fleur greeted. She fell back on her French when she was uncomfortable and inwardly grimaced. Bella knew that, and Fleur saw her mistake as Bella's Right eyebrow flew up in question.

"Harry, I think I do need a moment," Bella said, and Harry smiled and darted from the infirmary. Bella looked from Fleur and around the infirmary, "Where is Narcissa?" she asked with a small bite to her question.

"I don't know," Fleur replied honestly. Bella shrugged and stuck her hands in pockets she fashioned in her skirts. Fleur knew this as well as Bella knew of her slipping into French.

"Bella."

"Fleur."

They spoke at the same moment. Fleur was the one to gather her courage before Bella could even think of it.

"Please come back," Fleur edged toward Bella, but Bella looked to the side.

"I love you. I am a Slytherin exhibiting Gryffindor courage to tell you this," then Bella looked right at Fleur, "I have always loved you, only you, even through the whole mess of that bond, I loved you, Fleur," Bella said and it felt like the woman whipped Fleur with her words. Parted skin and let it bleed before her.

Then Fleur lunged. She bit her lip just as she bit Bella's and combined their blood once more. Bella tried to fight at first, and almost succeeded in pushing Fleur away, but the woman held on as if she was riding a bronco. She would not be thrown off or away. Then Bella settled, but didn't wrap her arms around Fleur's waist, and then her tongue flicked out. Bella tasted copper and then warmth infused her body. It was just like that time Fleur claimed her in Black Hall before she had to return to her Dark Lord.

"Please, open your mind, read my intention, feel it Bella," Fleur kissed her once more, and then Bella's arms circled Fleur's waist, "I love you, oh gods do I love you, please," Fleur begged against Bella's lips. It was then that Bella pulled her tightly to her but broke away from Fleur's lips.

"Do you want to be bonded with Hermione?" Bella asked just as she had at Dan's.

"Honestly, she was my first love. If you were not here, I would pursue her, but bonded, now that I have you, no my love," Fleur pecked Bella's lips and tried to drive forward but Bella kissed Fleur's Jaw to her ear.

"Do you want to bond with Narcissa?" She asked just like that night

"No," Fleur said as she began to nibble on Bella's ear.

"Do you love Narcissa?" Bella asked and then Fleur stopped. She pulled away and Bella sighed and pushed back.

"Yes…" Fleur said and then she grabbed Bella's shoulders, "Do it, my love, my everything. Do it and put your heart at ease, please," Fleur whispered as her hands gripped Bella's shoulders tightly, then loosely. Fleur looked into Bella's eyes, and nodded. Bella dove. Bella saw the way Fleur felt when she thought Bella wouldn't want her, when Bella broke away. Then everything went dark, and then she was hit with emotions. Hermione was a prism of colors, Narcissa was along the same wavelength, but when it came to her love for Bella it was nothing compared to the pure golden light. Bella sighed into Fleur as she basked into the light.

"She said I needed to prove to you," Fleur whispered in her mind, "I didn't know how but I have tried. I wanted to show you how much I love you, but it never stuck, you always doubted me. I thought you didn't want me. Here is my love for you Bella," Fleur said and then let more of her warmth and love into the connection. Bella gasped and when they disconnected, Bella's eyes swam.

She looked at Fleur and took her Veela close, tight as iron, and never wanted to let go.

"Finally, oh gods finally," the dark witch whispered and then grabbed her hand and towed her toward her quarters.

Their bond finally solidified without other ties. It was ever more mind-blowing than the first night in her cottage on the sea.

Across the country a witch curled onto herself, laying upon sheets she wished she had burned, a bed she wished she as bombarda Maxima-ed, in a room she wish she could set ablaze with fiendfyre.