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~Snow
Abutilon. . . Meditation
Hermione heard Narcissa's words as she fell into darkness. Hermione panicked but when she finally got her wits about her and opened her eyes, she blinked making sure her eyes where open. It was the so black she could not see the hand in front of her face. Sometimes Hermione felt like she was living in a cliché. Seriously… pitch black in a dream world to defeat a demon probably her own. Hermione took a deep breath and opened her eyes.
"How do I turn on the lights?" Hermione muttered and then the lights came on. Hermione squinted in the world.
"How do I dim the lights?" she asked joking, and then the lights dimmed. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck lifted. This was not right.
"Ok, everything is voice activated," Hermione thought about this, "How do I solve a problem I can't see?" she tried but there was nothing was a small shift, a breeze in her mind.
"How do I defeat this problem?" Hermione felt the wind shift. Alright, alright, so everything was voice activated, for lights and the sort, but it won't come out and tell her how to get out. Hermione shook her head and sighed.
"This is stupid. How do I get out of here?" Hermione asked lightly and then there was a bang behind her. She spun, her jaw dropped as she saw a door. She walked toward it not believing it was this easy.
She walked though and then she looked into another bout of darkness. She took a breath and stepped forward thinking she would plummet. When she leaned forward her foot hit nothing, and she pitched forward only to scream as her body rushed towards its destination. But it was not down, as she thought it would be. It was up. It was as if the laws of gravity didn't exist and she was sucked up into the air. She closed her eyes and thought of her pain and tried not to wriggle, but then it hit her. There was no pain. She smirked and gained some courage and looked around her as she felt the breeze on her face. She was beginning to see a pale white light. It was rushing to her, as if she was being sucked through a tube and she was nearing the top. She braced for impact, but it didn't come. She broke through a barrier of cold water and swam to the surface.
Once she broke the surface, she looked around her and found a shore. Hermione sighed and swam for the beach. The beach was not coming toward her. She stayed and tread water.
"How do I get to the beach?" Hermione asked and then it felt as if she was tugged by the necktie of her robes through the water. She sank below the surface and fought to keep her head above water and then it was as if something picked her up and threw her on the soft sand of the moonlit beach. She sputtered and slopped her wet robes onto the sand. She tried to lift up, but the wet robes got in the way. She sighed. It was a damn challenge, in her mind, brought on by mind altering drugs that could lead to a coma if she didn't snap out of it in 8 hours. So, she stripped.
Gone were the robes, and shoes. She used the necktie to tie up her hair. She only kept the skirt, and the shirt. She walked and sighed as she looked behind her and there were no footsteps in the sand, and it felt like she had not walked anywhere.
"Bloody hell. I know why this curse is a bitch. Its infuriating," Hermione sighed, "Take me to the next phase of the curse," Hermione gritted. Suddenly the world turned around her, whirled in a blur and she found her beloveds. Hermione sighed. The true trial begins. She walked toward them as they sat, they faced opposite directions ignoring the other. Hermione looked at them. They didn't see her, or just simply would not acknowledge her existence. She waved a hand in front of Narcissa then in front of Fleur.
"My loves," she said as she reached for each of their shoulders and then her hand sank through them. She pulled back fast as if she pulled her hand from the mouth of a snapping alligator that chose that moment to snap its jaws shut. Hermione looked at the two and then to her hands. She reached out once more and caressed the women before her. They both shifted then. Hermione's heart pounded in her chest. There is a chance. Figure it out Hermione. She let her fingers slide in and out of the skin as she caressed their arms, necks and face. They both shuddered but did not move.
Hermione stood back pacing and growing angrier by the moment.
"Why in the hell did this have to happen to me?" she asked having a breakdown as she paced.
"First, all I wanted to do was be a healers apprentice and maybe have a mastery by the time I got out of Hogwarts. Second, I fell in love with a woman I thought would never look at me and yet she helped me. Third I end up attacked and then fell in love with a woman I might have loved from the first moment she touched me. What do you need me to do!?" Hermione screeched to the skies.
"Let us love you back," a soft voice said.
"Let us give you everything as you give to us," then there was a smaller voice. Hermione slowly turned to the voices but there was nothing. Hermione looked to the women. They didn't move they didn't speak. She walked back to them. Hermione looked to the women sitting on a rock, nearly back to back staring at nothing.
"What if I give you both my whole heart?" Hermione asked softly and both women moved but not toward the other and not toward her. Oh, hell. Its one of those. Hermione took a deep breath. She knew what she had to do.
"How can I know when it is time to give everything I am to these two women?" Hermione whispered. Both women looked to her, and she almost stepped back at the sudden change.
"When you are ready," they both toned. Hermione waved her hand but they both didn't change. They couldn't see her.
"What will it take for them to see me?" Hermione said as she closed her eyes as she turned to the sea and then she looked over moonlit water.
"I will love you. I will see you," one said to the side and then Hermione felt the weight of a palm on her shoulder. She closed her eyes and faced the sea.
"I will love you, and show you how I love you," the voice said, and the Hermione felt another hand on her shoulder. She turned and hands dropped from her shoulders, but the women still never saw the other. Hermione closed her eyes. She remembered Fleur and Narcissa's confession of their recognition moment. She was the catalyst. She would be their in-between. She was the medium in which they could meet and mingle.
"If you love me, you love her," Hermione said and then the women cocked their heads.
"Narcissa turn to your right, that is Fleur, our mate. Please remember her," Hermione said softly on the verge of breaking. Narcissa looked and saw Fleur. Eyes flew open and then she could not take her eyes from the side of Fleur's face.
"Fleur look to the right. That is Narcissa, she is our mate. Please remember her," Hermione said as softly as she had for Narcissa. Fleur looked to Narcissa and then back to Hermione. Hermione looked to Fleur and then nodded to the woman to her right. Fleur looked to Narcissa.
"She completes us, each of us completes the other," Hermione said as she tried to get their little triangle together.
"You will find a reason not to be with us," Fleur said sadly as she looked to Hermione and then to Narcissa. Fleur watched as Narcissa's face fell.
"I wish she were ours, safe and sound for always," Narcissa confessed. Fleur reached out and grasped Narcissa's hand.
"Me too," Fleur said and Narcissa smiled softly to Fleur.
"If I have to leave. If something happens to me," Hermione said this softly and gently reached around the women, "If I am not here, you will complete each other, for always," Hermione said with watery eyes. The women nodded to the other. And then the three leaned forward and braced their foreheads together.
"I promise," all three said at the same time.
FLASH! WHOOSH!
Hermione was pulled from her lovers and plunged into darkness. She tried to move, but her ribs… wait her ribs. She tried to voice something.
"Poppy!" came a loud yell.
She felt hands all over her. She heard a diagnostic being ran. She tried to open her eyes but couldn't, but she could move her fingers. She clenched her wand. It was as if a wisp flowed from the tool and found one the nearby women.
"What is this?" sounded a gasp.
"It's her magic. Go with it, embrace it," another voice directed.
Hermione thought hard and long with the energy she had.
Open my eyes.
She felt gentle fingers open her lids and then a frantic eye moving beneath and then focus. Hermione could not smile yet, but she knew her eyes she would do it for her. Then as sure as a prophesy, Narcissa dove.
Hermione regaled her with her private adventure. Narcissa dove with her, sped up the memory but took in everything. She pulled from Hermione.
"Let me love you dearest," Narcissa said. Hermione only nodded slightly. Then Narcissa's lips attached to Hermione's.
"Fleur," Narcissa called when she broke from the girl, "Do you know Legilimency?"" Narcissa asked Fleur shook her head.
"But I know a Veela equivalent," Fleur said and then followed Narcissa's gesture toward Hermione. Fleur saw a soft loving set of eyes now open. She pressed her forehead to Hermione's.
She dove, swam in the memories, and worshiped the inside of Hermione's torture.
"Let me show you how you are loved, how much you are loved," Fleur said and then lips pressed to her own. Nothing happened.
Hermione moved her fingers.
"2 times?" asked Fleur. Hermione furrowed her brow. Two and then pointed up to both of them. Fleur and Narcissa looked to the other and smiled. Hermione sighed. Narcissa walked to the other side of the bed, moved the curtains around the girl, and then erected a ward.
Fleur grasped Narcissa's hand, then they looked down on their girl. Hermione looked between the two women that completed her, could help her through hell, and break a curse.
They inched forward and Hermione closed her eyes and waited, and two sets of lips hit hers. It was strange feeling two different kisses but once it happened a flash of a breeze and a light happened. Hermione moved her arms and moved her head left and right, taking lips and then drinking of those lips. Then she opened her eyes as she watched her witches drink of each other once again. This time she lifted and jointed. It was a mash of lips tongues, teeth and hands. The three were not sure what went were or how this went but when the three pulled away they all saw without a doubt… they were one. One singe tirade.
"Fleur, I will find you," as Hermione kissed Fleur's jaw making her shudder. Hermione nuzzled into Narcissa, "Dearest I hope you know what you are doing. For we don't even know what your animagus is," Hermione said. Narcissa pulled from her lovers and lifted herself on the bed and straddled Hermione's ankles. Narcissa smiled mischievously to her lovers and then transformed.
Hermione drifted up on the bed only wincing once and looked to Fleur who watched her move. Both smiled and grasped hands then looked to their loved. She transformed.
"Oh my god, you are so unexpectedly cute," Fleur gushed. Hermione leaned back and watched Narcissa's animagus and Fleur. It was adorable. Then Narcissa changed back.
"No one looks for us in the shadows or the light. We are simply there," Narcissa said.
"And transportable," Hermione said and Narcissa turned to her and looked into Hermione's eyes. Then Narcissa smiled.
"Yes, very transportable, and I can actually fly instead of simply glide," Narcissa said and then looked to Fleur. They now had a fabulous plan. One thing.
"How can we find each other?" Hermione asked Fleur and Fleur sighed and then pulled a single strand of her hair. Invisible.
"Call on a locate me spell," Fleur said. Hermione without reason pulled many strands of hair from her scallop. She handed a few to Fleur and then a few to Narcissa. Then the magic, the trials, and all the probabilities weighted on her.
"What if it isn't as easy?" Hermione said and she realized her small voice. Fleur gathered her up into her arms. She snuggled her as Narcissa came around behind them ever the rock of support they needed.
"I will fly over head and scope it out. I'll see what I can. Then when you start ill attach myself to Hermione. Once inside I will look over head and guide you both to each other," Narcissa's voice gained gravity. "Then I will be sure you go to where you need to go then off I go," Narcissa edged around the women in her arms. She looked at both of them. Then she chastely kissed Hermione's lips, passionately Fleur's. "Then I will see you soon."
Each woman nodded as they held to the other behind their curtain. Hermione, Fleur, and Narcissa could not go through this last task knowing their mate was in trouble.
"Narcissa," Hermione said and then half to Fleur with her hand raised to still the veela, "Look into Ron Weasley. He was there. He scratched me," she lifted a black mark that indicated the curse but had survived. If you had not survived it would be red and warm but Hermione's was black and cool, like a charcoal scar.
"I will watch him when I can," Narcissa fled the bed and went to Poppy and then to Minerva.
Hermione lay in bed with Fleur.
"You know I love you equally," Hermione jabbed as Fleur held her tightly.
"Yes, well, one has to be the warrior, one has to be the apprentice, and the other has to be the savior. Think about it. We have our rolls love. And for me to sit here in this bed with you will not aggravate Narcissa. But if I seduce you, she will be madly…" Hermione stopped Fleur with a smile and the trace of her hand.
"Don't be a bitch lover," Hermione smiled, and Fleur smirked.
The Veela held the mudblood safe until the proclaimed pureblood returned. No matter how close or how far, they were each others.