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Narcissa and Dobby:

Narcissa took her time from Hogwarts when ever she could but she kept her Floo open. She knew Minerva would freak out if she completely disappeared, and part of her still had to apologize for what she did to the woman. Narcissa looked at her hand but held a cup of peppermint tea in her other. After that day, after Fleur left, she reflected on her actions, and she could not believe what she did to the older woman. The whole day came crashing down. It was days since Narcissa talked to anyone other than Dobby. Even with him she knew she had to try harder. A sharp cramp in her right side made her shift, and it was then the little elf came from the side with his ears down. Narcissa saw him. She looked at her old friend, and her heart sank. She held out her hand for the little elf to take but he didn't. He just stood vigil next to her. She patted the couch next to him, and he shook his head, but walked to the armchair right across from her. She almost smiled. No matter how close they had become he was still somewhat afraid to let some of those lines blur. When she watched him place his hands in his lap, starring at them, and his little legs stretched out before him with his feet pointed into the air, she swore she would do better by him.

"Dobby," Narcissa said softly trying to get the little elf to look at her.

"Yes, Mistress Cissa," he addressed her formally. Narcissa sighed and set her cup on the tea saucer on the side table. She wedged herself off the couch and when he heard her move his eyes popped open wider and he made to move from the chair to help her. But she gritted and stopped him from moving.

"You will listen to me little friend, and since you are not going to look at me instead of those hands of yours, I decided…" She winced as she placed her hands on the cushion beside his knees.

"Brother…" Ducky came in and saw him in a chair, and his mistress on her knees trying to talk to him, "Please, for your mistress, just listen to her," he plead for his brother to listen and went to her side. She smiled as he braced her to gently as she put her weight on her shins and kneel in front of him as if he were a small child. Dobby nodded and finally his huge, pure, glassy eyes found hers. She took his hands in hers.

"I am so, very sorry," she whispered. His head bowed, and his ears fell flat as he heard her voice then she reached up and with her index finger lifted his chin, "I have to ask you for three things my little friend," she spoke to him softly, as if anything she said could drive him from her, deeper into that master servant protocol that she could not abide by right now.

"Anything you want or need, Dobby with make it so," Dobby said as he grasped her hand and she nodded and swallowed.

"First, I need you to be strong my brave elf," she said, and his head tilted to the side, "should something happen to me…"

"No… Nothing will happen to mistress," he yelled at her as he bowed his chest out and fought her words. He had not given up on her and she smiled when she looked at her friend.

"My Friend, you know about the love and bonds between soulmates," she looked away, to the fire, and clenched his hands, "If something should happen to me, I need you, beg of you to take care of this child," she plead as she placed a hand on her belly, still not looking from the fire. Then a small hand reached out and wiped away a tear.

"I will swear it," Dobby said solemnly.

"Ducky swears it too," came another whisper from her side. She smiled down at her little friend and shook her head.

"I have another favor for you, Ducky, but give me a moment to get through this, please," Narcissa placed one of her hands on Ducky's shoulder as his chin fell dejected.

"Second, I need you to forgive me," she said and Ducky and Dobby's heads spun to her, eyes open, tears flowed with pride.

"Never has a witch or wizard asked for forgiveness from a house elf. It was something you never needed to ask. I feel your pain through bond," the elf smiled a little bit when Narcissa lifted her eyes to Dobby, "Yes, Mistress Cissa, we are bound to you too. When you go, part of us will go too," Dobby educated the woman. Narcissa swallowed and sucked in air through her nostrils in a very unladylike form of clearing her sinuses. Ducky cringed when he heard the snot rattle back into her head. He gave his mistress a handkerchief and she took it and dabbed at her eyes and then she looked up. The elves shook their head, and then Dobby smiled softly, "Blow mistress, we will not tell a soul," Ducky nodded. When Narcissa blew the snot from her nose, it was gross, smiley and completely embarrassing. Blushing Narcissa then looked around, Ducky went to reach for it, but she pulled it back.

"It's ghastly, Ducky, and very disgusting, I will take care of it," Narcissa then tossed the handkerchief into the fire. They had dozens. Both elves shook their heads.

"Finally, I need a confidant, and friend Dobby. Not a servant. I will pay you…" Narcissa was cut off when Dobby silenced her. Her eyes went large. She saw anger in his eyes.

"Only this once I will address you as an equal. Do you understand?" the little elf eyeballed her fiercely. She nodded, "If you offer me my freedom one more time I swear I will never come back within these walls again," Dobby's voice was biting, and fierce, "you are offering me something I do not want, and will never want. You are disrespecting me, and my choices by pushing me away under the guise of freedom," Dobby's voice and eyes softened as he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "I was their when you grew older. I was there when you married… him. I was there for every good and bad moment of your adult life, if you are to die…" he gulped, "then respect me, and let me serve the House of Black honorably, loyally, and totally," Dobby blinked and then bowed his head, "thank you for listening to me Mistress," Dobby said and then Narcissa sighed.

"I will never offer you freedom again, but…" she raised a hand as Dobby looked at her and opened his mouth to speak, "But I need someone, Dobby. Someone who can see through all of my grief, and catch me when I fall from grace, which will be quite often," Narcissa spoke in a whisper afraid if she let her voice sound it would break with tears.

Dobby nodded and slid to the front of the cushion and placed his hands on her shoulders, and then she leaned into his tiny body. He embraced his mistress. His tiny hands rubbed circles into her back, as she left to tide of tears flow.

"Thank you," she smiled and for the first time in 9 days it was a real smile. Dobby smiled back at her and then looked to Ducky who reached around her torso and embraced her too. Narcissa pulled Ducky from her grasp and looked down on her other little elf.

"Ducky, I have noticed your very fierce protection of Harry," she began, and Ducky's ears perked up.

"Yes, Ducky is Harry Potter's friend," the little elf almost bounced up and down on his toes.

"Ducky do you want to serve Harry Potter?" she asked and noticed Dobby shift to his brother's side. Now she looked down on both elves. One unbelieving and the other supportive.

"Are you getting rid of Ducky?" the little elf asked as his eyes swam. Narcissa sighed.

"Oh no, my friend, it's just I thought you would want to serve your friend. It is as if since you have been freed from your former master, you gravitated to the young man. He is good for you, and you are good for him." She tried to explain and then the little elf looked down then back up with glimmering eyes.

"You think he would want me as his elf?" he asked hopefully.

"Why don't we ask him?" she chuckled and then they went to the desk, after the two elves helped her get up from the ground. Narcissa penned a letter to her son, and his lover for tea in the next few days. Narcissa smiled as Ducky and Dobby walked off chatting excitedly about to possibilities.

Narcissa looked down at the paper and a quill still in her hand. It glared at her, that blank piece of paper. Narcissa felt it in her chest, like a rubber band being pulled to tightly. Her hand reached to her chest, but it didn't feel like it would snap. She thought of Fleur, and Bella. She gulped the air she thought she lost back into her lungs.

I miss you.

Three little words written on blank paper. She walked to her personal owl with instructions to give the first letter to Harry or Draco. She attached it to his left leg. Then she told him the second letter would go to Fleur or Bellatrix and attached it to his right leg. She watched as the owl flew from her, growing smaller, and when he was an invisible speck on the slowly darkening horizon she turned from the window. Small, very small steps. She needed her Veela, she needed her sister, and she needed her witch. Two out of three aint bad, right?

Bella and Fleur:

Moans, and sighs filled the room. The stone walls absorbed those sounds, and if those walls could talk, even a harlequin novelist would blush at the scenes it had witnessed. Bella, dear dark, Bella pushed Fleur over the edge, many times already, but it was this one time that Fleur felt something different in her mate's ministrations. Bella finally began to dominate her, being a Veela Fleur was grateful for the equal give and take in bed, but when Bella dominated her, it made part of her heart soar. She was not some one's servant any longer, and the more Bella lived her life the more she became in tune with her inner self. She was a murderous, twisted, bitch, but since coming to Fleur she was submissive, almost docile, and eager to please. When Bella and Fleur finally felt that bond lift, and the rekindling of their souls as one, the woman was simply insatiable. It made Fleur grin from ear to ear, and it made the Veela in her want the dark witch all the more.

Finally, when Fleur groaned deeply and gutturally her release, Bella went to take her hand from between Fleur's thighs. But Fleur grasped her wrist. Bella lay on top of her Veela, still feeling her walls contract around her fingers, as if to draw them deeper into the woman, sucking, wanting, or seeing something more. Bella's eyes stayed closed, sometimes she wished… she shook her head.

"What is it?" Fleur asked, her breath still quick from her orgasm. Bella shook her head once more, but Fleur stroked her back, and placed her swollen lips to Bella's head.

"I can't help if you don't talk to me," Fleur said pointing out the obvious. Bella finally pulled her fingers from Fleur slowly, oh so slowly, and it made Fleur's breath pitch, and a moan slip from her lips. Bella slipped off the woman as she sucked her fingers clean and propped her head on her hand looking down at her Veela. Seeing Fleur, mouth gasping, then teeth biting her lower lip, and her eyes closed in ecstasy, or want drove Bella crazy, but Bella didn't touch Fleur other than to caress the skin of her abdomen, waiting for the woman to look at her.

"I am forty-seven years old," Bella said softly looking into Fleur's blue eyes which narrowed.

"So, I am twenty-one," Fleur had a feeling of where this conversation would go, and she stood her ground.

"Do you want to be tied to a woman, who is old enough to be your mother?" Bella asked, but this time, for they had this conversation many times, had a different tone. It was softer, more open. It didn't feel like Bella was trying to find a reason not to be with Fleur, it was as if the woman was trying to figure something out. Fleur caressed Bella's slender cheek. Bella's eyes closed as she leaned into the caress.

"I don't care about how old you. I have told you dozens of times, your age means nothing to me," fleur left her hand slip down her face, caress Bella's jaw, and then land on Bella's chest.

"Your heart, my beautiful love, is all I care about. The good, the bad, the light the dark. I want all of it," Fleur whispered in the space between then. The fireplace was the only light source, and when Bella took a deep breath and looked at Fleur, their eyes caught, and didn't let go.

"I assume by the look in your eye, you are settled with this. It is no longer an issue?" Fleur asked with a tiny smile. Bella smiled back and let her eyes slip to Fleur's lips. The Veela, still effectively pinned beneath Bella for her leg lay over her leg and settled between Fleur's own milky thighs. Fleur realized where certain body parts were, and then the lips of Bella that begged to be kissed.

Wet. Wet was a very accurate term to describe how Fleur was feeling right in that moment. Then Bella's eyes left hers and her hand reached up, and gestured. Those Black women, even her little witch, used wandless and wordless magic as if it was first and second nature. Fleur was enthralled, then Fleur looked to her lover's hand, as a small pouch came to Bella's hand. Bella licked Fleur's lips playfully with a flick of her tongue. Fleur moaned but watched the woman as she sat up, playing with the ties of the bag.

"I have a life now," Bella said blinking and leaned back, as if stating it would make it anymore real and then she looked down to Fleur, "I want to spend the rest of my days with you," Bella moved only her hand. She took fleur's and placed the small bag in the blonde's hand.

Fleur blinked as she clutched the bag in her palm. She looked Bella in her dark deep brown eyes. They flickered with the flames. Fleur reached up with her free hand, and ran her thumb over her cheeks, still sunken, healing, but beautiful. Then ran her thumb over Bella's eyebrow, and then slipped her fingers into the woman's hair combing back the curls at her temple, but there, her hand stayed on Bella's neck. She was not a Legilmens, but she could see this was her lover, her Bella that wanted more, and Bella made the decision, and Bella acted on her desires, and her wants, and her love for Fleur.

Fleur pulled her hand back from Bella and untied the pouch. The ring fell from the leather into her palm and Fleur stopped breathing. It was a white band, possibly white gold, with three gems across the top in a line. Fleur looked closely and swallowed. Diamonds, three diamonds in a row on top of a band with tiny stones set into the ring away from the line of diamonds. Fleur's hands began to shake, her breathing rasped, and then tears flowed. Bella brought her to her chest, wrapped her up into her gravity and kissed her brow.

"You don't have to answer, my sweet love," Bella whispered trying to sooth the tension from Fleur's shoulders. Fleur fell into Bella. She let the tears flow, and then wrapped her arms around Bella's neck as if she were holding on for dear life. Fleur pulled away, and then looked down at their hands smiling. Bella's eyes lit up like Christmas morning, and she was gifted the most precious gift in the world.

"Yes?" Bella sked making sure. But all Fleur could do was nod grinning from ear to ear. "You have to say it my love, please. Let me hear you say it," Bella whispered as her lips grazed Fleur's and then pressed her cheek to Fleur's, where Fleur's lips caressed her earlobe. Fleur slipped her arms around Bella, drew her to her, chest to chest, skin to skin as she lifted and straddled Bella's thighs.

"Yes, I will marry you Bellatrix Black," Fleur whispered into Bella's ear. It was then that Fleur felt a breath on her own hear and heard a sob choke from Bella's throat.

"Thank you, Gods thank you," Bella said it over and over as Fleur kissed her everywhere her lips could touch being so close, heart to heart with her lover.

Hours Later:

"How did you get this?" Fleur asked as she leaned against Bella's front while they both watched the flames dance in the fireplace. She knew what diamonds meant. She knew the promise in the gems circling her finger. And it terrified her in its deepness but made her melt and soar in it meaning. Bella chuckled. Hearing Bella chuckle was one of the many moments that Fleur strove to repeat. That soft, light throaty laugh was like the music of angels to her Veela's ears. She would die to keep it.

"Believe it or not, McGonagall is a very understand witch," Bella shifted, her bum growing numb, but clutched Fleur to her chest, "I asked for an advance on my teacher pay when I went to her office to talk curriculum. Did she want practical Defense against Dark Arts, or theoretical. She gave me books, and then told me to make it a bit of both, and I was perfect for the job, just don't hurt a kid. She asked about the advance and when I told her why, she was smiling as she nodded. I head to a jeweler, when you popped to work. I wanted something new, just yours, no one else's. I didn't want to get a cute blonde curse breaker to go through the vault to see it something was safe, that is if Narcissa would have let us," Bella growled the last part of her sentence. Fleur took a breath.

"Scrollblade wants to see her in the bank. He said she is not answering his letters," Fleur slipped from the bed, and put on a pot of tea then came back to Bella's embrace.

"You have been working closely with the Goblin Prince since you started back. How is that?" Bella asked. She was genuinely interested. She wanted to know what they were like, the Goblins, since her nephew, and her sister are practically adopted Goblin Royalty due to Hermione's status.

"It's strange in the since that there is no grey area. Back White. But no wrong or right. Everything done must be done to make gains for Gringotts, essentially, the goblin nation. I have to tell you something though," Fleur pulled out of Bella's arms and faced her taking hold of her hand, "Scrollblade made me one of his ranks in exchange for providing him reports on your health, and adjustment into the wizarding world after the horcrux," Fleur licked her lips waiting for Bella's roar of betrayal.

"I was wondering when he would call in his debt for the horcrux. I didn't think he would take it out of you," Bella said then grasped her hand, "Do you like the work? Does he treat you fairly?" she asked her Veela. Fleur nodded.

"I will quit if…" fleur began but Bella shook her head.

"No, Love, if you like it, I think reports to the Goblin Prince is a fair trade for the extraction of a soul piece," Bella looked into the fire.

"You don't think I am betraying you?" Fleur asked taken aback.

"Oh, Gods no! If Narcissa and Hermione claim him as family, I will trust him until he gives me a reason not to," she said as she smiled to Fleur.

"Good, because he said the same," Fleur chuckled and then explained due to Bella's confusion, "He said he will let the debt lie if you don't give him a reason to extract you from Hogwarts, and then to Gringotts," Fleur explained. Then Bella chuckled.

"I guess we are a lot alike," Bella smiled and got up to get the tea that began to whistle. Fleur watched her fiancé and couldn't be prouder of the woman. She got up and took Bella's frame into her arms as her front molded to Bella's back. Funny, the dark witch with all of her presence, was actually shorter than the Veela.

"I want to get out of here," Fleur purred. Bella froze as she felt her lover's teeth graze her shoulder blades.

"Oh? Where you like to go?" Bella asked barely keeping the crack from her voice as she shakily poured tea.

"The beach house," Fleur said as she kissed across Bella's shoulders, "No one around," kiss to a scar on Bella's back, "No one to hear us," Fleur growled softly as she bit hard, making Bella moan and grab on to the table holding their tea, then another desperate moan as Fleur ran her tongue over the bruising flesh.

"Fleur," Bella began but Fleur reached around Bella's hips, slipping into her lover effectively shutting her up.

They left as soon as they had their… tea.

The next day, there was a tapping on the window. Both women rolled over, wonderfully sore, and saw the owl. Bella rolled back over.

"Its Cissy's, leave it be," Bella growled as she snuggled back under the covers. Fleur chuckled and went to the window. She took the rolled paper, and before she could reward the bird with a treat it took off. Fleur left the window open letting in fresh air, and the roll of the waves on the shore wash upon the shore and themselves. She unrolled the paper, and she sat down on the bed. Bella healed her whole heart when she took her into her arms after the bond broke and it was just them, but when Fleur looked down to the letter, no name as to who it was sent to she knew, she knew without a doubt that it for both of them. Fleur reached over and placed the paper in her lover's hand. She walked from their room with a smile and a tear in her eye. The scar Narcissa left upon her heart healed ever so much more when she sent that note.

When Fleur came back with breakfast, she saw Bella looking out the window, sans clothes looking like a glorious nude warrior woman. The paper was on the bed. Fleur opened the French doors she had in her room and took breakfast out on her small covered porch overlooking the ocean. Bella with her eyebrow up looked around. Not a soul in sight.

"Fleur, are your concealment wards still up?" Bella asked as she sat down in a chair reaching for tea and a grape. Fleur closed her eyes, inhaled and nodded.

"I sometimes just hate the feeling of clothes, especially after what you and I like to do," Fleur opened her eyes and looked at Bella and grinned, "I like the ease of access, for an insatiable lover," Fleur grinned wider and then closed her eyes leaving a smiling Bellatrix.

"I hate clothes too love, thank gods we have this place," Bella reached over and took Fleur's hand, thumbed the ring the woman had yet to take off.

"I think she is coming around," Bella spoke softly.

"We will reach out soon, maybe invite her here before you both go back to school," Fleur opted, and Bella frowned, "Or not," Fleur lifted her eyebrow up in question.

"I love my sister Fleur, but we can't be like this," gestured between them, "Around her," She said then looked out over the sea. Fleur blinked.

"You don't want her here because you don't want to put clothes on?" Fleur asked shocked, then she laughed. It started as a chuckle and it became a full-blown belly laugh.

"What? I hate clothes Fleur. If I could I would go nude all the fucking time," Bella whined.

"Then why do you where corsets, and intricate dresses?" Fleur asked still softly laughing.

"If I am to wear clothes, I am going to look good, Darling," Bella said grinning.

"Oh my god, I never knew you were this vain," Fleur laughed and took Bella's hand, "Its adorable. Fine this is our little haven where dress code is…optional," Fleur kissed Bella's palm, "Besides she has a vineyard in France, she might like it better there," Fleur smiled as they looked out over the ocean.

"I still hate clothes," Bella pouted, "How about a nude beach in France?" Bella lit up mischievously. Fleur's smile fell, and her eyes turned to the sea.

"Bella, I don't want to share you," Fleur swallowed as she confessed then looked at Bella and found her amused smile.

"I don't want to share you either," Bella looked back out to the water, and loved the sound of the small crash on sand. She closed her eyes, "Lets start small and ask her out for tea," Bella offered.

"Good idea," Fleur smiled as Bella smiled then closed her eyes, enjoying the sound of the sea.

Tea:

Narcissa found herself in a home she wished she would never have walked back into, but Malfoy Manor felt different. It looked different. It was almost bare. Nothing on the walls, not a lot of furniture, but the small touches, especially in the sitting room brought a smile to Narcissa's lips. Moving photos of her son and Harry smiling, embracing one another where on display. Narcissa saw one where they kissed, and when they pulled away their eyes lit like stars, and then looked over to her. She smiled at the lovers, and they smiled back.

"Welcome mother, this is our private parlor, more light for reading," Draco breezed in with a tray, and Harry came behind him with another tray of biscuits. Narcissa smiled at her son. One emotion found its way into her chest. She was proud. She took a sip and hummed her approval.

"This is a wonderful winter mint tea, very gentle on the stomach," Harry said as he took a sip and Draco followed.

"Harry you didn't have to worry about me," she smiled but he raised his hand.

"You are family. I would want nothing more than to make you feel at home, and cared for while you are here," Harry noticed her eyes dart here and there, and then blushed running his hand through his hair, "Or as comfortable as you can be in a home that was once yours," he quickly shut up thinking he put his foot into his mouth and he would never be able to retrieve it. But Narcissa smiled to him and winked. She was proud of him. He was trying, and so shall she.

"I have come to ask you a question Harry," Narcissa began and placed her tea down on the table before them. She saw Draco tense. He was supremely protective of his lover, and with the way Narcissa had been lately she didn't blame him.

"Do you have a house elf yet?" She asked the men before her and watched Harry shift.

"I don't really want a house elf. The same reason…" Harry stopped before he said that name, swallowed, and then looked up, "I just don't want servants," Harry explained.

"What if I had someone who wants to work for you?" Narcissa asked carefully.

"I would tell them they will get a wonderful wage, room and board," he said honestly. Narcissa smiled and then patted his hand.

"You need to talk to my friend," then out of nowhere there was a pop beside Narcissa. Harry flew from his chair and took the elf to his arms smiling brightly as he and the elf laughed together. Narcissa and Draco looked at each other over the boy and the elf. Draco's eyes danced and a smile spilled over his lips.

"Ducky!? Its you? You want to work for us?" the boy asked excitedly as he pulled from his little friend.

"Only if Mister Harry would be ok with becoming my Master," Ducky replied looking down afraid of rejection.

"I will never be your Master, Ducky, but I will be your friend, and then your boss, but never your master," Harry said proudly but his smile fell as he watched Ducky's ears droop, and his eyes not look up from the rug he was digging his toes into. Harry looked around.

"Ducky, do you want me to be your master?" Harry asked and Ducky nodded, "Why?" Harry asked, but all Ducky did was shrug like a child caught and about to get into trouble. Narcissa saw the shift in Draco's eyes as Harry became sad.

"Ducky, can you tell Harry the meaning of a bond between a house elf and his or her master," Narcissa asked as she watched her little friend.

"It's a bond, Mister Harry," Ducky began then looked up to Harry face, "We feel what you feel to an extent, and sometimes, if the bond is strong we can find you, be educated by you, help you, even save you. Essentially love and protect you," Ducky lowered his eyes, and Harry stood and took Draco by the hand.

"We will be right back," Harry threw over his shoulder as he took his lover from the parlor. Narcissa patted the seat beside her. Ducky climbed up next to her.

"What if he will not take me?" the little elf asked. Narcissa slipped her arms over his shoulders, he leaned into her side.

"You will always be welcome with me and Dobby. You will always have Harry in your life for he will visit, and you can still have your friend," Narcissa took the sting out of the possible rejection. Finally, the door opened. Ducky stood from the couch and walked to Harry.

"If I do this you need to understand you are not a slave, you are my friend, and you are to help me. Understood?" Harry said softly looked down at the house elf then he bent down, "I know what Lucius did to you. I will never abuse you. I make a pact with you here and now that if I abuse you in anyway, you are free to return to Narcissa," Harry held his hand out to Ducky.

"Ducky and Harry's bond can be like Mistress Hermy, and Dobby, and Peppy, and Ducky?" Ducky didn't see the flinch in Narcissa's cheek as he addressed her wife, but everyone else did.

"Yes, just like that, I believe Peppy called it half free," Harry said.

"Ducky would like to work for Harry Potter," Ducky said.

"Harry Potter would like to bond with the Elf Ducky, if that is what you absolutely wish," Harry knelt down. The little elf flew into Harry's arms.

"Thank you, Master Harry," he turned around to Narcissa, "Thank you so much Mistress Cissa," he looked around the room and snapped his fingers. Dust was lifted off objects, windows were cleaned, and then the elf snapped once more and the tea service was sent back to the kitchen. Narcissa smiled and then looked around.

"Looks wonderful," then she stood.

Even though she was invited, it looked different, she could not stand the old memories. She went to her son and took his arm, and then hooked it with Harry's.

"He will be a wonderful friend and asset, Harry. Be kind to him," Narcissa kissed his cheek when he nodded then she turned to her son, "I love you my Little Lord. School begins on the 1st of September. Dobby and I will be spending more time in school chambers than Black Hall. Floo me if you need anything, or…" Narcissa smiled when Draco smiled.

"Or use the coin. I understand mother. Thank you for stopping by," Draco hugged his mother, and then let her go home through the floo. When Narcissa was spat out she cleaned off the soot. Looked up, and then her shoulders sank. She rolled them, leveled her chin with the floor, and walked to the voices in the kitchen.

Dobby knew his mistress was home. His back straightened, and his hand shook slightly as he felt the wards identify his Mistress from the floo. Fleur saw him shift in his demeanor. They both faced the door, their eyes slid up, then down to Dobby. He put the tea kettle down when he looked toward Narcissa.

"I am being your friend, as you have requested," he whispered, and then she nodded.

"Thank you," she patted his shoulder and his ears stood up. He thought for sure she was going to rage.

"Ducky, is now in Mister Potter's employ," Narcissa said with a small smile as Dobby bounced up and down and clapped.

"Thank you, mistress, he wanted that so much," he said as she waited for her own tea to brew.

Fleur and Bella looked at Narcissa, then they looked toward each other. Narcissa let out a sigh. She let her mask slip, she didn't have it in her to fight, to war, not any more.

"I am tired," Narcissa said as she rubbed her forehead.

"We can go if you like," Bella said as she went to stand but Narcissa lifted a hand and motioned for her to sit.

"I mean I am tired of this," she motioned between the three of them then she lifted her eyes, "I wanted that bond broken just as much as you two did, but I didn't realize it would …" Narcissa sucked in a shaky breath, felt a tiny hand in her own. She looked down at Dobby, and he magically poured her a soothing cup of tea. She reached with her free hand and took a sip, sighed.

"I didn't realize Its what kept me together," Narcissa whispered, then looked to her sister, and to her friend, "I have been selfish, and unbelievably self-centered," Narcissa chuckled darkly, "Narcissa is derived from Narcissus after all," Narcissa felt the wet under her eyes as she chuckled emptily.

"Stop this," whispered a soft voice. Narcissa looked up with watery eyes.

"Stop this, my dear sister," Bella scooted her chair over and took Narcissa's hand that still radiated warmth from her tea, "You don't have to be strong for us. You don't have to pretend with us, nor do you have to become unfeeling. You don't have to forget love," Bella's other hand reached up and swept a tear from her sister's cheek, "you just have to tell us what you feel, or what is going on," Bella said to her sister.

Narcissa closed her eyes and leaned her head toward Bella's forehead.

"I missed you," Narcissa whispered then she heard a chair move, and then arms slip over her shoulders and hug both of the sisters to her chest. A light kiss to her crown. Narcissa clutched the arm that surrounded her with warmth and protection.

"I missed you so much, both of you. I am so fucking sorry," Narcissa whispered. Bella pulled away.

"Doth my ears, the great Narcissa Black cussed," Bellatrix mock shock caused Narcissa to chuckle lightly.

"It has been known to happen," Fleur sat down next to Narcissa. Her blue eyes found Narcissa's, and both slipped a hand to the others cheek. Narcissa felt something she wasn't used to feeling on Fleur's hand before. Narcissa took Fleur's hand looked down at the ring set, and Fleur looked over to Bella and swallowed. Bella mouthed oh shit, as panic settled over her. Fleur blinked rapidly. Narcissa kissed the ring.

"Bella did you come here for the House blessing?" Narcissa whispered, and pinned Bella with her eyes.

"No, I don't give a shit if you bless this or not," Bella gritted then Fleur gave her a look, and then Bella sighed, "We missed you, we wanted to see you. We love you, Cissy," Bella took her sisters hand.

"You thought that was the only reason why we came didn't you?" Fleur asked Narcissa, and Narcissa nodded once.

"Oh, cheri, no, we came for you," Fleur hugged Narcissa. No matter how much she wanted to press her lips to Narcissa's she made a promise she would intend to keep. She pulled away, but her hand was still in Narcissa's. Narcissa kissed Fleur's ring, and then gave Bella Fleur's hand.

"You have the blessing of the House of Black," Narcissa said as she slid her chair back and stood. She walked from the room, both women looked at each other and then walked after her only to find her in the library. A bottle of brandy and two decanters, with a tumbler of water right next to the others. Narcissa gave to women following her the brandy's and she lifted her glass.

"To your happiness, may your live, laugh, love, and wake in each other's arms every day," Narcissa smiled, as the other two women in the room smiled back at her and then they all sipped. Inside Narcissa wasn't angry, she was torn, she was envious. They had each other. But she was so happy for her Sister and her friend.

Fleur knew that toast was painful, but she looked at Narcissa as she said it, and something shifted in her eyes. It was slight, and it was needed. It was another tie, severed. Fleur sighed and shook her head. Narcissa looked into her blues. Bella watched her future bride have a silent conversation with her sister.

"Stop pushing us away," Fleur gritted. Bella blinked and put down her glass. What the hell just happened? Narcissa sighed and ran her hand through her hair for the second time in the twenty minutes they were all together.

"I will do my best, love," Narcissa said as she sat down in the middle of the sofa. Bella walked to one side, and then Fleur to the other. Dobby looked at the women, and then she looked at his Mistress hopeful. She nodded, and he waved, his ears perked into the air. Bella's fingers twitched as she looked as Narcissa. Narcissa could feel her nervousness, and picked up her hand, and placed it to her belly.

"How did you know I wanted to do that?" Bella whispered, then Narcissa stood up. She took her wand and transfigured her robes into a set of stretchy lounge pants, and a t-shirt. Narcissa sat down with a sigh and a curl to her lips.

"God sometimes I hate clothes," Narcissa groaned as she pulled her shirt up over her belly for her sister to touch. Bella and Fleur's eyes met over Narcissa as Narcissa took Bella's hand and placed it over her bare belly.

"Is it a family trait then?" jabbed fleur with mischievous eyes. Bella scrunched her nose and made a playful face at her.

"I am not even going to ask what you are talking about," Narcissa took Fleur's hand and placed it with Bella's over her belly. Fleur smiled brightly for the first time the entire night. Narcissa sighed and leaned her head back and let herself simply sit there and be. Bella's soft caress, and Fleur's soft circles lulled her into a sense of contentment. She was coming around. She mended her burnt bridges, and she will be ok, but there was something she needed to do.

"I need a favor," Narcissa whispered, and Bella hummed, while Fleur shifted to see Narcissa's face.

"If something happens to me, I want you to take care of her," Narcissa said barely above a whisper and so quickly they could not interrupt her. Fleur and Bella blinked as they looked at each other. Bella flew from the couch, and Fleur sighed pulling Narcissa into her arms. Narcissa tensed, but then allowed herself to melt into Fleur's arms. They both watched Bella pace before the library fireplace like a prowling tiger.

"YOU…" Bella began raging but cut off and paced again. Fleur simply held Narcissa, waiting for her lover to calm down. They were in no danger, but she didn't want to make Narcissa feel rejected. If she knew her lover, she already knew the answer.

"Fuck you Narcissa!" Bella yelled and began to pace again running her hands in her hair. Narcissa sighed and closed her eyes, as she pulled from Fleur's embrace. She shivered at the chill of not being in those arms. Fleur was always so damn warm. Then Bella sped right up into Narcissa's personal space, nose almost touching her sisters, a growl on her lips, and a fire in her eyes. Fleur couldn't even pull her wand from her holster when Bella growled at her sister.

"You are not allowed to die!" Bella growled and then her knees buckled, and she fell to the floor on her knees, her head landing in Narcissa's lap. Narcissa wasn't even phased by Bella's outburst, the look of death in her eyes, or the growl in her voice. Narcissa ran her hands through Bella's hair, and then over her shoulders and neck.

"While it is not something I myself want to do, I do think it is a possibility," Narcissa spoke with a matter of fact authority. Her voice was strong, but so very gentle. Fleur only heard her speak like that once and it was on Hermione's deathbed after the Department of Mysteries fiasco.

"Mon amour, you have a choice," Fleur whispered, then she gulped as both women looked at her, she turned away, "We bond again. We can..." Narcissa placed a hand on her arm, blue found blue, and Bella looked up with wide eyes.

"No, never again will I subject you to that form of torment," Narcissa smiled softly, tucked a strand of blonde hair behind Fleur's ear, "I have never seen you so happy, my love," Narcissa then looked down to Bella, "And I will never make you feel like she doesn't love you, Never again," Narcissa sighed and leaned back as Bella placed her head back down on Narcissa's lap.

"I love you both too much to put you through that," Narcissa said and finally a small weight lifted, and as she let it go, she smiled, and sighed, "God that feels good," Narcissa whispered, "It feels good to love you both and not be tethered, it's wonderful," Narcissa felt arms circle her legs, and another person shifted and placed her arms around her shoulders.

"Stay with me for a while?" Narcissa chanced the invitation.

"Ok," Fleur said, and Bella nodded.

"Thank you, I don't want to be alone right now," Narcissa confessed.

"You know that's all you had to tell us, all you ever had to say to us," Bella said in Narcissa's lap. Narcissa nodded.

"I never did do things the easy way, Bells," Narcissa smiled when Bella pinched her calf, and groaned about being called that name. Next to them was a woman who began to breathe easier, began to feel her heart shift into the right places. Everything was coming together. They just needed one other. Fleur looked into the flames.

Hermione, where are you?