Narcissa could have bent her over the hedge and taken her right there. But Hermione was not one of those nameless Muggles or witches she had brought home after her divorce. She deserved more, and Narcissa wanted to give her more. She therefore fought her primal urges and slowly led Hermione down the gravel alley that led to the Manor, never disconnecting their intertwined fingers.
Neither of them said a word as they walked. Hermione silently observed how much the place had changed since she had last been here, in another life. Most of the garden was buried in colourful flowers and fruit trees, and the Manor's walls were covered in thick ivy. All Malfoy family portraits had been replaced by abstract paintings or well-known wizarding masterpieces, such as the Night in Godric's Hollow that greeted them in the main hall. Hermione could not help sighing in relief as they marched across the dining room, and she realized that she was not able to recognize anything in it.
"Care for a nightcap?" Narcissa proposed as they walked past her study.
"Just take me to bed"
Hermione's answer surprised them both, but Narcissa did not need to be told twice. The blonde suddenly pulled on the hand she was holding, reached around the brunette witch's waist and pulled her close, their faces inches from each other. Hermione felt her entering her mind, and she let her in willingly. She needed her to know how much she wanted this. Once everything was made clear, Narcissa's finally kissed her. And it was everything at once. Her lips burned, her skin boiled, her knees weakened. Her arms flung around the blonde's neck and her fingers buried in her hair. She needed to hold on to whatever she could.
Narcissa's own hands were traveling south from her waist, until they reached the back of her thighs. She then suddenly yanked the young witch up, pulling her thighs around her hips to walk them both to her bedroom. Their lips only unlocked as Hermione gasped, but then soon found back to each other. Their breaths were short and heavy, their hearts pounding in their chests. They were doing this.
Soon Narcissa was single-handedly opening her bedroom door and marching them both inside. Her patience and good resolutions were wavering, as she turned on her heels to push Hermione's back against the door and close it. The brunette gasped once more, moaned even, as the blonde's mouth kissed along the line of her jaw, and then trailed down her neck. When she felt the Gryffindor's pulse point under her avid lips, she sucked the flesh in and gently bit down, marking her as her own.
"Oh that's gonna show" Hermione muttered breathily.
"It better should" Narcissa smirked before lapping up the single drop of blood that was rolling down her neck. Her hands were creeping up Hermione's bare thighs, relishing in the soft skin she had been drooling over the entire evening. As she reached her rear, she squeezed it playfully.
"Narcissa" Hermione gasped, and the blonde could only smirk at the bewildered shock in the brunette's eyes. She then only let her down on her feet to peel her dress off her body, leaving the Gryffindor in nothing but her knickers, for her flats had been lost somewhere along the way.
"The dress didn't really call for a bra ..." Hermione explained shyly, heat flushing her cheeks.
"You will not see me complaining" the blonde answered, only to pick her up once more and walk her to the bed. She unceremoniously threw her back onto the silken bedsheets and crawled over her, one knee on each side of her hips, the tip of her silvery locks tickling Hermione's exposed skin. She did not get all the way to the young witch's face though, for her large mounts had sought her attention. They were considerably bigger than hers, but she was not complaining about that either.
She lost no time in silly games, and immediately latched her tongue onto a hard pebble while her slender fingers took care of the other. Hermione's back instantly arched off the bed and her head fell back, a deep growl emerging from her exposed throat.
"Oh ... Merlin yesss ..." she moaned, her lids closing automatically.
Her knickers were drenched already, calling for Narcissa to take them off. Hermione could not even think clearly, but she knew one thing for sure: she could not lie there with a fully dressed Narcissa on top of her.
"Please ..." she pleaded breathily "I need to see you ... all of you"
A wicked smile stretched Narcissa's lips, and she reluctantly pulled off Hermione's breasts. She leant back until she could stand at the bottom of the bed, never taking her eyes off Hermione's. The brunette did not even realize she was holding her breath until the blonde popped the last button of her blazer and she breathed in loudly. The tailored material had just parted on pale skin. Towering over incredibly lean abs, small breasts stood proud, their tips hard, arrogantly defying gravity.
Narcissa then pushed the vest off her shoulders and unbuttoned her dress pants. Soon they were lying at her feet, and Hermione did not know where to look any longer. Her gracious neck, her strong shoulders, her defined collarbones, her graceful waist, her discrete hips, her incredibly long and toned legs ...
"Like what you see?" the older witch asked as she crawled back onto the bed.
Hermione could only nod and reach for every part of Narcissa she could touch. The Slytherin straddled her hips, their burning cores touching, and looked down on the lovely brunette lying underneath her.
"You are so beautiful" the blonde whispered, suddenly very serious.
Hermione could not help smiling sheepishly, and she stretched out an arm to seize Narcissa's arm and pull her closer. Once their bodies finally met entirely, they both sighed in relief.
"I could just stay like that forever" the Gryffindor exhaled with a content smile.
"Really? Need nothing more?" Narcissa wondered, while daring fingers ran along Hermione's side.
"Oh, no, I do need those fingers elsewhere tonight" the young witch retorted with a falsely alarmed pout.
They shared a laugh and Narcissa resumed kissing her way down Hermione's body. She did not stop at her breasts this time, though she paid them a short visit, and travelled all the way to her last piece of clothing. Her chin resting on her core, she then looked up into the brunette's eyes, asking for consent, and the Gryffindor nodded fervently.
Finally, Narcissa pulled Hermione's white lace off her legs and threw it to the other side of the room. Without further warning, she buried her head between her thighs and rested her knees on her shoulders. The first lap of her tongue had Hermione purring already. She clenched her fists around the bedsheets when the blonde parted her soaked lips with the tip of her tongue and her head fell back once more when the muscle found her entrance.
"Oh Merlin ... Oh Gods ... Please don't stop ..." she pleaded, her eyelids fluttering.
Hermione instinctively reached for Narcissa's head and tugged on her hair to pull her higher. The blonde took the cue and latched her mouth onto the brunette's bundle of nerves. Hermione's back arched higher and her grip on Narcissa's hair tightened as the blonde sucked her clit in between her lips before teasing it with her tongue.
"God ... Narcissa ... Your fingers ... Please ..." the brunette gasped between moans, and Narcissa was happy to oblige. She licked her lips clean and crept forward until her head was level with Hermione's. Then, she plunged three fingers in the young witch's ready opening. She lavished in the spent expression her eyes bore and the lovely o her lips formed and set a pace that Hermione's punctuated with breathy agreements.
Soon, she was reaching her peak, for her breathing was growing shorter and shorter, and her walls were tightening around the blonde's fingers. Narcissa used her free hand – and some wand-free magic – to pin her hands over her head and force the brunette to look into her eyes.
"Who's are you?" she asked menacingly, while keeping up the pace.
Hermione looked at her through imploring hooded eyes. She was nearly out of breath. "Yours" she breathed out, and Narcissa's possessive smirk drove her over the edge. She came calling Narcissa's name, her body shaking, nearly spasming, and her walls pushing the blonde's fingers out. All she could see when she opened her eyes, was Narcissa's licking her juices off her fingers. A picture she would never forget.
It was only as she woke up the next morning, that Hermione realized that she had dozed off. But when? She detailed her surroundings, which were still Narcissa's bedroom. From the looks of the sky outside, it had to be early morning already. She slipped out of the bed and reached for the gown that hung nearby, for she could not retrieve her underwear for the moment. Just when she was tying the robe around her waist, the bedroom door opened on Narcissa, who was wearing a very revealing negligée. She can't actually be sleeping in that, was the first thought that came to Hermione's mind.
"Wearing someone else's clothing, how rude." the blonde commented, and Hermione only noticed now that she was holding a breakfast tray "I should not be surprised though, coming from the woman who fell asleep after I pleasured her"
Blood rushed to Hermione's cheeks, and she thought she would faint. Her worst fears had just been confirmed.
"Oh heavens ... Narcissa, I'm so sorry, it had been such a long day at the clinic and you ..."
Hermione was shushed by Narcissa's slender finger against her lips. She immediately felt an urge to take it into her mouth.
"None of that. Have something to ..." Narcissa was cut off by the brunette's sudden licking of her finger "... eat" she finished, an intrigued smile growing on her lips.
"I think I found something I like" Hermione answered, before leaning forward and catching Narcissa's lips in a scorching kiss. To Hermione's greatest pleasure, the blonde moaned into their kiss. She took it as a cue to become bolder and closed the distance between them. Feeling audacious, she reached under the Slytherin's negligee and grabbed her rear to pull her flush against her.
"May I have a piece of that?"
"Well, I ... I do not believe that it is on the menu"
"I believe it is" Hermione argued, and pushed Narcissa's until she fell flat backed onto the bed. She then crawled at the bottom of the bed, between the blonde's dangling legs, and set to feast.
It was nearly noon when the two witches finally left the bedroom dressed. Narcissa had a couple of appointments in the afternoon and, as she came to realize, Hermione had a lot of work to do for the Ministry since she had not been there all day. They parted reluctantly, after a long kiss, without wondering when they would see each other again.
The blonde opened the Floo for her, and Hermione went home to get changed before she went to her Ministry office. Her plans were quickly marred though, for she found a dark mass sleeping on her couch. The green flames woke the young wizard up, and he tapped around for his glasses.
"Hermione?" he asked, still looking for his goggles.
"Here" she said, while handing him the sought object "When did you get here?"
"Yesterday, late. I came right after my mission" Harry explained, while finally retrieving sight. "You look ... different" he added, as he caught a proper look of his friend.
"Good or bad different?" Hermione wondered. She did feel different. There had been some tension between Ginny and her in the past, but she had never slept with a woman before. And certainly not with someone as dazzling as Narcissa. "Want some tea?" she added as she walked into the kitchen.
"Sure" Harry agreed before he stood up and joined her in the kitchen "I'd say good different. You look like you had some fun. Which isn't exactly your stronghold – no offense."
"None taken." she smiled at him, while filling the kettle at the tap.
"You know, I sometimes miss hanging out with people from the Muggle world." Harry commented as he watched Hermione preparing tea "The others, they all wave their wands at everything."
Hermione smiled at him once more, her traits a little strained from her short night and long morning activities. She did like doing a couple things the Muggle way, even though she knew the spells for it. It sometimes felt nice to make the extra effort.
"You look really tired, Harry." the brunette noted after a moment "Did the mission not go as planned? I thought you were only there as security reinforcements this time."
Harry sighed deeply and sat down at the kitchen counter. Despite his long night, there were purple circles beneath his eyes, his hair had seen better days, and he had lost a couple pounds. He ran a hand through his wild mane and rose his shoulders.
"I don't know. Everything just feels so straining lately. I feel like I haven't had a proper break since Ron and I came back from our trip, like, years ago. And I get it, I'm Harry Potter. I need to be there when something important happens. But I'm just so tired, you know. But I also feel like saying so makes me weak, like I'm letting people down." he explained, and suddenly he seemed like a young teenager once more. Hermione could not help being reminded of the day they lost Sirius, and Harry had asked for everything to stop. She had really thought that she would lose him to, that year.
She put the kettle on the stove and walked towards her friend to pull him into her arms. "You don't owe anyone anything, Harry. You have done so much already. You deserve to do whatever makes you happy, now. You have put the wizarding world before your own needs for long enough."
"You smell different" Harry only observed.
"Don't change the subject" Hermione shushed him, though she blushed a little despite herself. She somehow liked the idea that she possibly smelled like Narcissa right now.
"I don't wanna bore you with that, Hermione. You have your own things to worry about. We always end up talking about me anyways. I'm sorry." Harry apologized as he pulled himself out of Hermione embrace.
"You're not boring anyone, and I would tell you if I needed to talk. But if you feel like talking to someone whose job it is to listen to you, I can give you Anselma's contact."
"Yeah, Harry Potter in therapy after only four years in service as an Auror. That would make nice headlines for the Prophet. They'd love that. Another chapter on my mental health issues." Harry snarled, and Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
"Who cares about the Prophet? If they weren't smart enough to fire Skeeter until now, whatever they write still isn't worth a sickle."
Harry seemed to consider Hermione's proposition for a moment, as he took a long pause. By the time Hermione had poured them tea, he had taken a decision.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it. I trusted Madam Bones. I'm sure her sister is also quite alright."
Took me longer to write than I thought, but the pieces are slowly coming together. This might just become my longest story yet.
As for Cissy's Mione's and Asajj's comments, you weirdos crack me up. This will probably be a bit too soft for you, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway.
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