46.

Pansy:

Will you love me one more year?

The sheets felt soft, the smell of lavender too. Hermione's skin was extremely soft under her hands. She moved closer to her, kissing her bare shoulder, contouring the bone, which under her lips also felt fluffy against her skin. Her neck, her clavicles... When she wanted to go lower, a voice called her:

"Pansy, stop."

"Hm? Excuse me, I'm busy right now."

"This is not a phone call or business," Hermione scolded, laughing.

"But I'm really busy," she insisted, but as she tried to get back down, hands grabbed her face from both sides and pulled her up.

Hermione's kisses were the softest of all, nothing could beat them. She melted as she felt Hermione slide over her. If the sheets were soft, and her girlfriend's skin too, when they brushed together like that, she was beginning to think that she needed another superior word to describe that pleasant tingle of their skin caressing each other.

"We should go out," she told Pansy in a low tone against her ear.

"What boring ideas you sometimes have..."

"My parents…"

"Fine, fine!" She agreed, sitting down on the mattress, knowing she was right.

Hermione rolled to the other end of the bed, searching for the clothes that had been left at her feet, but mostly ended up falling to the floor. Pansy didn't lift a finger to try to help. She had, as she said earlier, things to do. Very important ones, in fact: seeing Hermione's bare back or bare chest, or in general any part of her bare; until a T-shirt hit her face, forcing her to wake up.

"My parents," she said in a more authoritative tone now.

Pansy reluctantly obeyed, beginning to dress. It was when they were decent again that she reached for Hermione's mouth to kiss her once more. A playful bite to her lower lip forced her apart and she watched Hermione get off the bed.

Maybe she would take more than the hit of a soft cloth if she said it out loud, but she loved seeing Hermione after orgasm. Her hair was much more tangled, which was wild and sensual to her. And of course, she adored her pleased smile, and her suddenly renewed shyness, in her elusive gaze and in her more closed movements, since she became quite aware of everything she did, generating modesty in her. Hermione's room, as soft and sweet as she was, only added to the loveliness of the situation. But even with everything, she did not refuse her kisses, or her hugs... although she did refuse her attempts to undress her again, that did not usually go well. Once she was even called a "pervert", for which she returned the insult by saying "prude", and then spent a good time of her afternoon telling Hermione that she was very beautiful and wonderful and that she did not think she was... so prudish. Her annoyance, in Pansy's opinion, was totally worth it.

They went downstairs, as Hermione didn't trust Pansy's integrity to keep things right in her room. Pff! Can you believe it? As if Pansy needed a room or bed to do the wrong things... Hermione needed that, not her.

"Do you want water?" Hermione asked, disappearing into her kitchen.

"Sure," she said, as she approached a piece of furniture that had a television on it, looking at the photos.

She smiled when she recognized a Hermione with even more indomitable hair, with teeth bigger than the ones she had now, and a childish and silly smile, while she hugged a book. Actually, Pansy couldn't stop smiling, though she tried not to. And she almost rolled her eyes to herself. This was so cheesy that she wanted to tease herself. Rachel would sure scoff at this. Surely even Sophie couldn't resist making a joke about this!

She walked away when she heard Hermione's movements, sitting down on the couch. She grabbed the glass of water she offered her, taking a sip.

"Do you want to watch something?" Hermione asked.

"Sure, your box with little slaves in it is a lot of fun."

"I know you know a television doesn't work like that, or you wouldn't have passed your Muggle Studies exams," she growled, leaning over the table in front of them to put down her glass and grab the remote.

As she turned on the television and did something on a small set that was also on the cabinet in front of them, Pansy set her nearly empty glass of water on the table. They watched a movie called "Matilda", which was about a magical girl... named Matilda. According to Hermione, her parents had told her they loved it, so they got it on VHS for their daughter to see too. The plot was based on a children's book that Hermione liked during her childhood. Pansy found the movie quite funny and over the top, especially because of the ridiculous idea that a little girl had so much control and skill as to do wandless magic. However, she really enjoyed the evil things that Matilda did to her parents and the policemen, and the teacher Ms. Honey was very pretty... Pansy frowned, turning her head towards Hermione with speed and then she returned to the screen, just as quickly . No not at all. Hermione and Ms. Honey were not alike, especially since Hermione was like a direct kick to the head many times, unlike the character in the movie, who was very sweet and kind. Although when Hermione was calm... No. She was only seeing the similarity because they both enjoyed reading and had the same color of eyes and hair.

"What is it?" Hermione asked, noticing her distraction.

"I was thinking you're kind and sweet."

"Oh," she sighed, with a sheepish smile. "You're not, but I really like you anyway."

"Hermione!" She exclaimed, beginning to laugh. "I can't believe you made a joke like that."

"But I really like you anyway," she repeated, defending herself.

Pansy then leaned toward her, giving her a quick kiss.

"Thank you, it's good to know that you find me irresistible."

"You... are twisting my words a lot."

"Perhaps if you looked into my eyes and not my lips, your words would have more value," she joked.

Hermione chuckled, before bringing their mouths back together. This time she deepened the kiss, enjoying exploring her. They weren't in a rush, nor was it close to being as wet as the ones they'd shared moments ago in Hermione's room. She felt with her fingers one of her girlfriend's legs, because she was beginning to feel very far away, even though their bodies were very close to being attached.

"Well ok!" They heard, so they were scared, separating.

Kayla had arrived. She was standing at the front door. Pansy glanced at Hermione, who was as white as a sheet. Her mother, on the other hand, seemed to be trying to understand what kind of monstrosity she had seen on her couch. She swallowed hard at the tense silence. She ended up getting nervous too by inertia, so she did the only thing she could think of: joke.

"You know I only love you as a friend! How could you kiss me?!"

Hermione looked at her then, like she was processing what the heck she was saying and why she was so silly. The truth, only today, Pansy would grant her that it was a valid gesture.

"Bad joke? You know, break the ice," she said, giving a nervous laugh.

"So…" Kayla snapped, still dumbfounded. "It was really special... your friendship with Pansy."

"Mom, I can explain," she said in a small voice, getting up from the couch.

Hermione was tense, very much so. Pansy wasn't sure what to do. She always knew this was a touchy subject for Muggles and she understood her girlfriend's fear, she really did after everything she read and learned about non-magical society. They had a particular animosity for almost anything that was out of the norm. Well, it wasn't really that different from what purebloods did against Muggleborns, either. Or even after listening to Hermione's insufferable but educational speeches for so long, she found similarity to the situation in how wizards behaved with magical creatures. Hate, as well as love, was kind of intrinsic to human beings, magical or not.

"You're a lesbian," Kayla said, frowning.

"No. I mean… I…" she sputtered.

It was strange to see a Gryffindor cowering, and as unnatural as it sounded, she couldn't think of taking advantage of it at all, or even rubbing it in her face in the future. She got up from the chair. Pansy wasn't afraid today, so maybe it was time to be the brave one of the two. She held her hand, ignoring Kayla, turning her back to her. The truth is, she didn't care what her girlfriend's parents thought of her, even if they hated her, she wouldn't care. Pansy was not the one who was facing today everything that she was taught in her childhood, but she totally understood her, because in her own way, she went through the same thing; the possibility of losing someone you loved, the rejection of those you loved, was scary and painful. The change terrified even the bravest, but just as it was easier for her to go through it herself with Hermione's help, she hoped it would be easier for her girlfriend if she was there, like something solid. She tightened the grip on her hand, which got Hermione to glance at her. This was probably the most intimate time she shared a look with her, as if whatever self-control she always had in her had cracked and it was up to Pansy to make sure that nothing falls apart.

"Hermione," Kayla said.

But the aforementioned remained silent for a little longer. She held onto Pansy's eyes a few more seconds, a little more... And then she raised her head up, facing her mother's face.

"She's my girlfriend."

Her tone wasn't half as brave as her posture was, but that didn't make her any less powerful. That she was like this, so scared, and still standing up, seemed wonderful to her. And attractive, why deny it?

"Mom," Hermione said in a small voice, since the other didn't say anything.

"I just... didn't expect this," she murmured, bringing one of her fingers to her temple. His brow was still furrowed, and now that Pansy was thinking about it, it was like when Hermione was concentrating a lot on reading. Kayla wasn't mad? That she was... is... Was she sure that...?

"I am bisexual."

"Okay, okay," she stammered, and then abruptly moved toward the kitchen, as if she hadn't been talking to them. She had a bag in her hand, and she could be heard tossing it roughly onto a table.

Thomas entered the house, he had several bags in hand as well. He seemed to notice the tense atmosphere, as he looked at Hermione with concern.

"What happened?" He asked, lost.

"Your daughter is bisexual," Kayla replied, appearing back into the room. Thomas looked at Hermione, and then back at his wife, who pointed her finger at him before saying, "She certainly got it from you."

"Hey?" The man seemed to have received a slap across the face.

"The taste for women?" Pansy couldn't help getting in. Hermione stared at her in horror, and Thomas and Kayla stared at her as well, as if suddenly remembering she was there. "I... sorry, I seem to make controversial... comments when under pressure."

"Because he's bisexual too," Kayla clarified then.

"What?" Hermione snapped, eyes wide. "I do not understand. You're angry. Right?"

"Well, sorry for not being happy to find my daughter cleaning her friend's teeth at my house and on my couch when I got home from work." Kayla had angrily soaked the 'my's, especially the first one.

Thomas pursed his lips, holding back a laugh, and then shrugged when he received a deadly glare from his wife. Pansy was surprised, as Kayla had never been so intense for her.

"Is that what bothers you?" Hermione asked fearfully.

"Of course that bothers me, Hermione Jean Granger!" Pansy felt Hermione's back stiffen better from the scream. "You can't just… "Kayla gritted her teeth in frustration. "I know I told you that it is forbidden for you to bring boys home when we are not there. But that obviously includes women if you have a girlfriend! We are supposed to be able to trust you. Damn, you're going to Hogwarts in... what? An hour?"

"Kayla, take it easy," Thomas said.

"And you because...? Does your daughter do whatever suits her in our house, and you are just like that, calm? What if it was a boy would you be mad?"

"Why is she just my daughter when you're angry?"

"Because I'm mad, so it's going to be your fault," she growled, crossing her arms.

"What I'm saying, darling, is that there are more important things. Like Hermione is on the verge of collapse," Thomas pointed out, dropping the things he had on the floor. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking at his daughter.

She sobbed in response, suddenly beginning to cry as if her life were running out on it.

"You always write yourself a novel for nothing," Pansy murmured, stroking her thumb over Hermione's hand, which was still clinging to her tightly.

A watery laugh escaped her, as she used her free hand to wipe her face. Kayla then approached Hermione and buried her face in her hair as she hugged her. Pansy released Hermione's hand, stepping back to give them room.

"I'm still so mad at you!" She almost growled, but didn't detach one bit from her. "Not because you have a girlfriend, but because you shouldn't break the rules."

"But," she hiccupped. "Mom, you... you changed the channel…"

"Ah? What the hell are you talking about?" She said, pulling away from her, though she kept one of her hands on her shoulder.

"The television. You guys... there was news and…"

Kayla shared a look with Thomas, as if making sure she wasn't the only one lost in all of this.

"We most likely changed the channel for the sake of it, not because of the issue," Thomas soothed, who seemed to be following Hermione's train of thought better.

"I didn't know you..." Hermione added, still confused.

"I found out in college. Kayla is one of the only people who knows. It is still strange for me to talk about these things, especially because of the reaction of others. It's safer not to say... so I got used to that."

"Still, I never…"

"It's not like we've had a chance to talk about boys," he teased." I am married to a woman and you go almost the whole year to another country."

"I'm sorry," she said, almost starting to cry again.

"We got a lot closer this year though," he reminded her, trying to comfort her.

"You're a witch Hermione," Kayla joined in. "I accepted long ago that you would be exceptional in everything."

Hermione smiled, but hesitated as she noticed the still lingering anger in her mother's eyes.

"And it seems that you are exceptionally good at breaking even the simplest and most logical rule," she resumed.

"Hermione, a rule breaker? Who'd have thought!" Pansy scoffed, unable to contain herself.

"Shut up," Hermione growled, almost forgetting that her mother was mad at her, because she was mad at her girlfriend.

"Lovely, eh?" Thomas asked Pansy, in a low tone so she could hear him alone.

"Oh Circe," Pansy thought, feeling like a bucket of ice water had been thrown at her back. "Was she 'Thomas' in her relationship with Hermione? Disturbing. And a little insulting."

"Maybe we should go preparing the trunks?" Thomas suggested.

She nodded, knowing there wasn't that long to go to King's Cross train station either. After all, today was the first day of September, so they were starting their sixth year at Hogwarts.

"If you think your classes will save you, get rid of your illusions," Kayla warned. "You won't run away from me on Christmas break. And don't even think about trying to stay for Christmas at the castle!"

Pansy never thought the day would come, but she was grateful that her mother was Aurora. The Grangers were good people, she had no doubts. But they were strict! Just for a kiss... A punishment, really? It was almost normal that Hermione was obsessed with control and perfection. When Aurora found out that they had sex, she only took advantage of it to psychologically torture her daughter with jokes, she did not set herself the goal of truncating her Christmas or accusing her of breaking her trust.

The funny thing was that Hermione didn't seem worried about the punishment, rather she seemed happy that her mother made all this scandal. She had to smile at that. She had been so concerned about her parents' reaction, she went through so many things during all these years... she deserved to join her father and mother more, that they would be there for her for anything; and Pansy was sure they would. In their own way, the Granger family was exceptional too, as magical as her or any other wizard's.

. . .

Hermione's parents had offered to drive Pansy to the train station, as a favor to Aurora who was busy with her new job that she had started a week ago.

Against all odds, Xenophilius Lovegood turned out to be what Aurora so badly needed. He became her friend, or something similar. Those two might never agree on clothes, but they both knew what it was like to lose the love of their life and be single parents, so the non-alcoholic talks kept happening after their trip to the beach. Pansy even went to visit Luna's house with her mother a couple of times. One of those days, Xenophilius commented that while he wished Aurora would work for The Quibbler, he cared more that she could shine. She came into contact with an old Irish friend who worked at a fashion magazine, which gave Aurora the opportunity to work in one of its sections, writing about the latest trends at first in a small position, but with the possibility of promotion. . Pansy spent the remainder of the summer helping her mother, talking about clothes with her, eager to learn more about the world of fashion. But also, to get to know her mom more. She would never have imagined, for example, that Aurora got into a fight with her parents because she stayed in England with Narcisso, and because she didn't mind getting into scandals that tainted her family name. She always wanted to do what she wanted, whether others liked it or not.

Pansy had never questioned much about her mother's friendships, just as she had never questioned her own until her fifth year at Hogwarts, but she never would have imagined that it would seem so simple and normal to hang out with "blood traitors" and "mudbloods ", and that in reality, although she was always a millionaire and therefore not used to dealing with "normal" people, in her country purity of blood never mattered (there were other types of discrimination related more to purchasing power). She is impressed by all the new things she learned from Aurora, and she realized now that she had never really spoken to her until this summer.

Her father was still a pang to her heart, and he may always be. She liked to think that Dumbledore told the truth, that Narcisso was a good friend, that he was a good person even with his absentmindedness, because that's how she remembered him, because that's how she wanted to remember him.

She was quite tempted to one day open a bookstore as an adult, make the name Parkinson live like the Parkinsons made the Bradleys live for so long with Bradley Publishing. As well as enjoy the other side of her family related to design and modeling. She could do both, it would be foolish not to do everything she wanted. Not very Slytherin, anyway.

Upon arriving at the train station, they met the Weasleys: Ginny, Ron, Molly and Arthur. Year after year, the redheads in King's Cross were dwindling. Fred and George would not return this year, like other friends, like Angelina, but without a doubt the twins would continue to be the souls of Hogwarts, after all, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was booming and their products would surely be in every corner of the castle.

Sirius Black was there too, along with Harry. Somehow, the pair weren't so strange to her. Everyone looked at them when they passed them, but they seemed to be used to it, proud and happy to be together as a family, and they conversed obliviously to each other. She could understand and even empathize with Harry. Sirius was his father figure and he couldn't see him for years. He missed him, he cared about him and he could only sit and wait for someone to tell him something, but no one did; just as it happened with Narcisso. She found out after that trip to the beach all that Harry had kept in his chest. Hermione told her that even though she and Ron tried to talk to him, he didn't say anything to them, just shut down his feelings, or at most he would get angry if they insisted. But in the end everything turned out well: Dumbledore kept his word, because he had worked his best, even taking Sirius off the map (taking him to France) until he managed to gather all the evidence and present the case at the Ministry. Sirius was free, and now Harry was too.

Pansy was surprised to see Luna nowhere to be seen, but losing sight of her was nothing new. As she entered the train she saw Isa in the distance, who raised their hand to greet her before someone grabbed their tunic and pulled them into the cabin. She found Neville, Sophie and Rachel talking in one of the hallways. She approached them, to say hello, although she was interrupted by a head butt to her ribs by a redhead.

'Hey! You didn't give me anything for my birthday."

"Do you still remember that?" Pansy snorted, not looking back at Ginny as she tried to hide her wince.

Ron and Harry approached them as well, and pointed to an empty cabin, which everyone but Pansy and Ginny got into.

"You gave Luna and Hermione a gift, damn it."

"Well well! Sorry, here," she said, as she went through one of her pockets. She twirled the object between her fingers, winking at her and offering her a beaming smile. "Happy belated birthday, have a knut, because today I feel generous."

"I hate you so much…"

Pansy widened her smile. Actually, she did have a gift for Ginny in her trunk, but she wasn't going to give it up that easy. It was a dress that, in her opinion, would make her swoon and say that Slytherin was the best house at Hogwarts; that's why it wasn't mailed to her on her birthday, she needed to see her reaction live.

"What is Hermione doing?" Ginny asked then, suddenly forgetting her annoyance.

Actually... she had no idea what had bothered her girlfriend. She was looking down the aisles, looking for something. It was a bit strange, she even bumped a first year ahead by accident.

"Do you think I have her brain to know what she thinks?" She asked too, but with a lot of sarcasm.

"You? Hermione's brain? Impossible, you are tremendously stupid."

Before Pansy could attempt to throw Ginny down onto the train tracks, Luna appeared, stepping between the two as she watched Hermione.

"Oh my," Luna was discouraged. "I was hoping Hermione had found some polwoky".

"What?" Pansy and Ginny spat at the same time. This was undoubtedly the greatest oddity Luna had said since she had met her.

"They are small, furry and gray, most confused with dust. They like to gnaw on wood to clean their teeth, so there are always plenty of them on the train."

"I'm not looking for that," Hermione denied, who had moved closer and seemed on the verge of a nervous breakdown just because they hinted she was doing something so ridiculous. "I'm helping Luna find her necklace."

"It has a small carved wooden bear," Luna explained. "A polwoky seems like the most obvious answer to me."

"Do you want more help, Luna?" Ginny offered.

Pansy somehow ended up searching the train corridors for polwokys too, for at least an hour, until finally Ginny found Luna's necklace under a seat of a Ravenclaw group. Hermione convinced Ginny that it was not worth a fight, but it only took one glance between Pansy and Ginny to know, without verbalizing it, that they would find a way to charge those Ravenclaws the same coin.

They all sat together in one of the booths, chatting about what they could do this year. Ron insisted that they should take advantage of the fact that the NEWTs would not be until next year. Of course Hermione recommended that it would be better to study from this year for those exams, and unsurprisingly, no one got too excited about her idea. Ginny, on the other hand, felt an inner crisis knowing that it would be her turn to study for her OWLs this year. For fifteen interminable minutes she begged Hermione to please give her all of her summaries, but when Pansy made it clear to her that Hermione's summaries were practically the same size as a complete book, it was no longer so appealing to enlist the help of "the best. fifth-year student from the previous year. "

Pansy came out of the cabin after two hours. There was still almost half the trip left, but she got the craving for something sweet. She got away without being noticed by the others, saying she wanted to stretch her legs for a few minutes as she had no interest in running errands for everyone if they found out she was going to get the candy cart.

"What do you want my dear?" Asked the witch in the cart once she got closer.

"A Mars Bar, please."

When the chocolate was delivered, she paid, and as she turned to go back to her seat, she was surprised to bump into Daphne Greengrass head-on. Her little sister, Astoria, was there too, a few steps behind. Pansy, not wanting to try her luck, moved a little to the right to continue on her way.

"Sorry," Daphne mumbled, when she had almost left her behind.

That wasn't even close to being a good apology. Daphne's hands were clenched into fists and she stared at the ground.

"I'm sorry too," Astoria added. "My sister and I thought a lot over the summer." Pansy raised an eyebrow at her explanation, suspecting that rather Astoria forced Daphne to think, and that in fact, perhaps she was forcing her to do this as well. "I was an immature girl, I promise not to cause you problems again."

"Well... thanks Astoria," she murmured, still skeptical.

She looked at the Greengrass sisters. The younger seemed to want to insist on a larger apology, but Daphne moved forward, with a firm and angry step, without turning to see Pansy. Little Astoria looked both ways, not entirely pleased with the interaction, but eventually picked up her pace to go after Daphne.

Stepping back into the booth, Ron looked at Pansy's hands and groaned, saying he wanted something from the cart too.

"You can find it yourself," she said, as she sat down next to Hermione.

. . .

When the train stopped at Hogsmeade station, all the students began to leave with their robes on and quite eager to dine on the delicious Hogwarts dishes. Hermione tried to get out of the cabin, following her friends, but Pansy stopped her, holding her by the elbow. None of their friends noticed that detail and they left without looking to see if Pansy and Hermione were following them.

"What happened?"

Pansy, in response, got up from the seat. She walked to the cabin door and closed it. She leaned her back against the door, looking at Hermione with a smile. Her hands remained hidden behind her body, while she searched for the latch they used to use to change uniforms without unexpected visits. The "click" that sounded when she turned the latch alerted Hermione, who raised her eyebrows in surprise and warned:

"We'll be late for the banquet."

"We'll catch the last transport, don't worry."

"You sound pretty sure," she said as she crossed her arms, not wanting to give in.

"Hermione..."

The aforementioned stood firm, not moving even a step.

"Please?"

Hermione pursed her lips, trying not to laugh.

"Is that the best idea a Slytherin came up with? Begging?"

"I'm not begging," she snorted. "I am a polite girlfriend."

Hermione leaned closer then, until their noses almost touched. When Pansy tried to shorten the space, the other threw her head back.

"I'm not going to beg," she made it clear.

Her girlfriend's hands moved up the hem of her shirt, fixing it so that it was straight, then she stroked her shoulders, smoothing out any wrinkles in her robe.

"I love you," Hermione said with such conviction that Pansy felt her heart respond, pounding her chest.

She put on her best smug smile before saying:

"I know."

Instead of verbalizing an "idiot", Hermione's mouth met hers. She sighed as her lips parted, happy for the contact. She brought one of her hands to her neck, reaching for the Gryffindor tie, eager to untie it, but froze hearing another click. Hermione's hands, which had previously been caressing her hips and lower back, had slipped away to find the latch.

Pansy opened her mouth in outrage when her girlfriend released her, circled her body and opened the door. Hermione stepped out, standing in the hallway, and held out her hand with a big smile on her face. She seemed satisfied, proud to have fooled a Slytherin, mischievous even. Pansy sighed, she intended to get that smile right here, but not this way. Still, she held her hand, enjoying the warmth.

"Thanks for helping me out of the cabin, my biggest fear was always missing a school year," she said wryly.

"You're welcome, Parkinson," she replied in a mocking tone.

As they walked together down the corridor of the train to get out, Pansy had no doubt that her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be even better than the last.

THE END.

Notes:

So... Shedding Skin, or rather, Muda de Piel was published for the first time at the end of March 2020 and was finalized at the beginning of March 2021. I worked a whole year on this story... And now, to early April 2021 I published it in English! It was more work than it seems to upload so many chapters, checking that there are no missing quotes ("), fixing the extra spaces... But I finished it! At last, I also published the end of Shedding Skin. :D

Thank you very much Majere616 for translating it, without your help I would not have been able to do this. 3

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I hope you liked the ending. Personally, I feel very satisfied, and I really want to try to overcome this story ... So I will! If the girls started their sixth year, I think it's my turn to start my second fanfic, right?

I'm already working on my second fanfic: A Normal Life. There are 11 chapters, which I already wrote, and which I upload every Sunday in Spanish, the translation will be done as soon as possible. It's from the Narcissa x Hermione ship. I consider it a much more mature fic than Shedding Skin, with a psychological theme (and also +18, I warn). If you're curious, I'm glad you want to read it! If the age difference worries you, or that Narcissa in the canon is a blood supremacist... don't panic! Hermione is 28 years old in that story. And besides, it is AU. There is no magic. Neither did Voldemort. Narcissa is a normal woman.
So... my fic can be enjoyed without moral crisis and even without having read anything about Harry Potter.

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