Hello everyone and welcome back! Here is the latest chapter for you all to enjoy. Just a few notes before we begin.
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Draco stepped through his portal with Hermione and Narcissa on his arms, having transported them both back to the manor. The space was eerily quiet as they arrived, and Draco could feel the exhaustion of the women by the way they held themselves up through him.
Leading them over to the sitting room in which he had found them, Draco stood awkwardly for a moment, unable to look either of them in the eye after the Dark Lord's previous display. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair.
"The Dark Lord wants me to stay here again. Partly to keep an eye on you," he trailed off with an uncomfortable grimace.
Narcissa looked up at that, her back straightening and her face adopting a cool neutral expression.
"Of course, dear. Your room is always available to you." Narcissa crossed the room toward him, placing a gentle hand underneath his chin as her gaze softened considerably.
"I have always done my best to keep you safe and that is what I will always do. We may find ourselves in rather unusual circumstance, but we are Slytherin through and through. We always find a way to survive and come out on top."
Draco leaned into the touch, forgetting for a moment that his previous enemy was only a few meters away. He sighed and rose from his chair, nodding. Giving his mother a gentle kiss on the cheek, Draco left the room, casting a glance back toward Hermione who had not moved since their arrival.
Narcissa turned back to Hermione then, noting the almost catatonic body language of the younger woman. She sat carefully next to her, unable to hide her own slight tremor as they remained there in silence for a few more moments. Narcissa called for Nibsy to bring tea, which arrived shortly thereafter.
Hermione took the tea as she was offered it, not even noticing the scalding temperature as she held it to her lips. She could faintly recognize that this must be a severe stress response, but she found herself unfortunately unable to break herself from the stupor.
The day had long since crested into afternoon, and Narcissa requested a very simple meal from Nibsy, whose large eyes seemed far too understanding.
"Hermione," Narcissa murmured, "we should talk about it."
Hermione shook her head as she felt her defenses slowly crumbling down around her, her eyes burning as she fought back tears. Narcissa exhaled and reached out to her, their fingers intertwining once more. As if it were the final straw, Hermione glanced down at their hands before the tears began to fall freely.
"I can't betray Harry." Her words were barely more than a broken, tearful whisper.
"So, you will not. You will find a way to give him information that seems useful but keeps Mr. Potter one step ahead." Narcissa drew the other woman into a warm embrace, rubbing soothing circles on her back. "You are the brightest witch of her age, Hermione. We will make it through this."
Hermione remained in that position silently for a while before lifting her head to meet Narcissa's eyes. Fear, doubt, and pain circled in them consistently and Hermione couldn't help but wonder aloud.
"How can you remain so calm? Everything is falling apart and yet there you remain…"
Narcissa frowned briefly before responding. "A lifetime of practice I suppose. The Dark Lord has been a house guest of mine for the past couple of years. To show weakness is to be punished. And, before any of that, I learned to be quiet and hide my emotions to avoid the wrath of a cruel husband."
Narcissa gave a dry, humorless laugh. "Practice makes perfect I suppose. I am affected far less now than I used to be."
"I don't think I could take living in this fear for nearly that long," Hermione replied. "I think you underestimate how brave you are, Narcissa."
"And you mistake desperation and cowardice for bravery, little lion," Narcissa scoffed.
Hermione gave her a small smile, her tears no longer falling.
"Perhaps."
Narcissa was startled to feel the soft stroke of Hermione's thumb across the skin of her hand. She glanced down and Hermione blushed, pulling her hand back hastily.
"I'm sorry. I think the bond and the stress are getting to me." She gave a hesitant smile which Narcissa returned a little bit forced.
"It is of no matter, Hermione. I…" Narcissa looked off into the distance, her mind whirring. "I meant it when I said that you did not deserve any of this. I wish to force upon you as little as possible."
Hermione frowned, their minds obviously going to the same place as they both blushed scarlet.
Hermione cleared her throat, shifting a little in her seat. "Erm right. We should definitely talk about that."
"It would be inadvisable to go against the Dark Lord's commands. But I cannot, I will not," Narcissa's eyes flashed, "do that to you."
Hermione reached out for her then, loosely splaying her fingers on the skin of Narcissa's knee and squeezing gently.
"I know," she sighed. "But I cannot let him hurt you. I know that what Bellatrix did to me would be child's play compared to what the Dark Lord would do if we defied him. I can see no other option."
"You deserve better," Narcissa exclaimed, gesturing wildly.
"And what of you Narcissa?" Hermione retorted. "What do you deserve?"
Narcissa scoffed louder, rolling her eyes. Hermione pressed on.
"Because I may not know you perfectly Narcissa, but I see you. You're just as scared as I am."
Narcissa raised her chin defiantly. "Do not pretend to know me, Hermione. I was your enemy not a week ago, and I am still that same woman. I am 18 years your senior, dark magic comes as naturally to me as breathing, and you have no idea what I am capable of. I am not some soft, hurt, scared individual like you. I am a pureblood wife, a mother, and a Slytherin."
Hermione stared at her disbelievingly, eyes tracking over her hardened face.
"Let yourself feel, Narcissa," Hermione exclaimed. "For once in your life, stop trying to hide that you are just as human as everyone else!"
Narcissa rose then, her eyes pricking with tears she fought angrily. She gestured once more, her movements becoming less put together as her walls slowly began to break.
"I can't!" Narcissa yelled. "Because if I do, I will never stop. And that will get those I love killed."
Her voice broke and she turned from Hermione, gripping the edge of one of the pieces of furniture so hard her knuckles turned white. Hermione rose from her seat slowly, her voice gentle.
"You can. You can be scared and strong. You've already proved that. Behind closed doors, you have to let yourself feel, Narcissa. Please," Hermione murmured.
She rested her hand lightly on the other woman's tense arm, mildly noting the calming sensation that swept through her. Narcissa lifted her head to meet Hermione's searching gaze, frustrated tears still rolling down her cheeks. Narcissa sighed, feeling the fight leave her.
"I wish very much that I had your Gryffindor bravery. If I had, perhaps I could have prevented all of this to some degree." Narcissa looked away, silently charming her makeup back to perfection.
"Perhaps I could have prevented Bellatrix from going mad. Married for love like Andy did. Never let Lucius lay a hand on my son. Or myself."
She turned to face Hermione more fully, blue eyes swimming with an overwhelming number of emotions. When Hermione went to remove her hand, Narcissa rested her own atop it. A light tingle of electricity made its way between them and Narcissa smiled at it almost wishfully.
"In another life I suppose."
"The past is the past. You – we – have an opportunity to truly change the course of the wizarding world, together. You may not have been that woman then, but you can be now."
Hermione made a face. "Merlin, I sound like my mother."
Narcissa laughed, her face smoothing out ever so slightly. "She sounds like an intelligent woman."
The two spent the rest of the time before dinner avoiding difficult topics by curling up in the library, each with their own book. Hermione held a book on legilimency while Narcissa held a familiar, worn copy of Pride and Prejudice.
When Nibsy summoned them a while later, the women felt significantly more relaxed once again. As they made their way down to the dining room, Hermione couldn't help but chuckle.
"You mean to tell me that the great Narcissa Black-Malfoy rivaled even Professor Snape at potions?"
Narcissa smiled at her as they turned the corner into the dining hall where Draco already sat, looking a bit uncomfortable.
"Indeed. I had always wanted to pursue a potions mastery." She hummed to herself as she took her seat across from Draco. "Perhaps once the war is over if we are still alive to see it."
Draco shot Hermione a questioning look that was brushed aside with a light shrug as she took her own seat at the head of the table. Draco's eyes narrowed at the pair and a sneer tugged at his lips.
"Please tell me you are not flirting."
Hermione blushed as Narcissa leveled him with an intense motherly look. "We are making the best of an already far too uncomfortable situation."
Draco smirked. "Has she drooled over your book collection yet, mother?"
Narcissa grinned and nodded, causing Hermione to make a noise of protest.
"Oh, come off it, Malfoy," Hermione exclaimed, embarrassed.
Narcissa sipped the glass of wine before her, taking a bite of the simple meal she had requested. A small smile crested over the top of her glass as she watched her son and Hermione interact.
"Listen, I don't care what you two do," Draco said, almost immediately seeming to take it back as his face contorted. "Just know Granger that if you hurt her-"
"Yes, yes, you'll hurt me terribly. I am fully aware of the shovel talk." Hermione rolled her eyes as she interrupted him and Narcissa could not help the small snort that left her.
Their dinner proceeded amicably; Hermione shocked to find that she rather enjoyed this version of Draco. Without anyone but his mother to put on a show for, Draco was actually rather soft and caring. Of course, this came with threats of bodily harm and various lip curls throughout their conversations, but it was obvious to anyone who dared look.
As dinner came to a close, Draco excused himself and disappeared somewhere in the vast manor. Hermione and Narcissa spoke for a couple more hours in the comfort of the library before the conversation held from earlier came back into play.
"I do not know when the Dark Lord expects me to bear a child," Narcissa thought aloud suddenly. "But perhaps I could find another muggleborn who looked enough like you."
Hermione's brows shot up and her own, immediate reaction was one that shocked even her.
"What? No," Hermione cried out, her cheeks heating. "Obviously that wouldn't work. There are magical paternity tests after all."
Narcissa sighed, leaning back against the soft cushions of the couch across from Hermione. She rubbed at her temples and closed her eyes with a groan.
"It is an impossible situation, Hermione. I must come up with something, and I cannot imagine that the Dark Lord will want to wait long. I would not be surprised if he sent Severus tomorrow to check on us." Narcissa's brow furrowed.
"Why do you have to come up with something?" Hermione asked, her cheeks roaring like the fire beside her.
Narcissa raised a single eyebrow at that, opening one eye to regard Hermione in disbelief.
"Because I cannot subject you to that. Not only are you my son's age, but you should never be forced to be with someone you do not wish to be with. At least as we are now, I can try to protect your true desires."
"My true desires?"
"Yes, your desire to be free. Our bond may never truly break, but you can move on once you are no longer trapped here with me. We could even get legally divorced so that you may wed a man you love someday. I could never rob you of that."
Hermione blinked at her for a moment, the silence stretching.
"But if the bond were not broken you would forever be tied to me. You would want me to take other suitors? Would you do the same?"
Narcissa gave her a small, sad smile at that. "If I manage to create a potion to dampen or break the bond, I too could pursue love elsewhere. Until then, no. The bond prevents me from being unfaithful."
"Then why would I," Hermione paused to collect her thoughts, her lips pursing.
"I couldn't do that to you. You are as much trapped in this as I am. Surely you did not want to be suddenly thrust into a magically binding marriage with a witch half your age."
"To be free of Lucius, I would even have welcomed another man." Narcissa grinned as it dawned on Hermione.
"Oh. Oh!" Hermione's eyes were wide with surprise. "You like women?"
Narcissa nodded, pouring herself tea that she summoned. "Yes, I do."
"Erm, wow I would never have expected that. Does Draco know?"
Narcissa shrugged, relaxing once more. "I would assume he has his suspicions."
"Is that part of why you wouldn't want to…" Hermione trailed off.
Narcissa chuckled. "A small part perhaps. But you needn't worry, Hermione. I am capable of working around our bond to avoid your discomfort."
Hermione looked positively overwhelmed then, though for an entirely different set of reasons that Narcissa was busy presuming. Hermione had been questioning her own sexuality for years, her attempts with the opposite sex only reaffirming her suspicions time and time again at Hogwarts. Viktor was by far the best of her attempts, a gentle man full of understanding who helped her realize that perhaps it was not something to hate or fear.
In the wizarding world, same sex couples were fairly common. It was difficult to imagine this, coming from a muggle world, however, and Hermione found herself fighting to accept it for years. Now, she sat across from one of the most stunning and elegant women in all of wizarding Britain, simply staring as she found out that she too liked women.
Hermione snapped from her stupor as Narcissa looked to the side abashedly, apologizing.
"I am sorry Hermione, I overstepped in letting that out."
"No!" Hermione exclaimed, blushing again and groaning at her own idiocy. "No, it's quite alright. I just… I wouldn't have imagined someone as beautiful and well put together as you would be gay. And you had a husband so why would I have assumed?" She chuckled nervously.
"My days of being the beautiful woman people lust after are far over. Having Draco and all of this stress made sure of that," she sighed, self-consciously smoothing out some of the wrinkles around her lips.
Hermione stared at her for a moment before responding, "surely you don't believe that."
"You have to be one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen Narcissa. No really, don't look at me like that" Hermione laughed, pointing at the other woman's wary frown. "You truly don't live up to your name, do you?"
Narcissa frowned even deeper, flicking her wand to send a couch pillow hurtling at Hermione who hmphed as it hit her square in the face. When Hermione peeked over the pillow once more, Narcissa was smiling.
"Well thank you."
Hermione smiled back, hugging the pillow to her chest.
"As for the age thing, I'm of legal age now and after using the time-turner for all of the third term, I think I may technically be older than I should be."
Narcissa quirked an eyebrow at that. "Are you trying to tell me that you do not mind our age gap, Ms. Granger?"
Hermione gulped at the intensity of her stare. "Well, if we assume that my body is a bit older, say 19 instead, and that you are 36 as I know you are, then our age difference is only about 17 years. Which in terms of the lifespan of wizards and witches, is only about 10%."
Narcissa couldn't help the genuine smile that broke out at the other witch's rambling.
"I still do not want to force you into bed with me, Hermione. And into being a mother no less."
Hermione thought to herself a moment. "Well, what is easier to fake, the attempts to have a child or the inability for it to take?"
Narcissa's eyes widened. "I would suppose the inability for it to take. There are multiple contraceptive spells and potions out there, but all could be tested for."
Her eyes drifted as she began to think. "Though it would not be hard to create a new variation of such a potion…"
"Well, I'm certainly not ready to be a mother, but I also don't want to risk our safety in outright defying the Dark Lord's command. Even if we cannot produce an heir right away, he will hopefully see the value in keeping me around for information and you around as my tether." Hermione propped herself up on one hand, resting on the armrest of her seat with the pillow comfortably laid across her lap.
"I hope so," Narcissa responded, tucking her legs up underneath her.
Hours passed by slowly, the crackling of the fire paired with the casual turning of pages as Narcissa and Hermione focused their efforts on creating a new contraceptive method. Eventually the two women compared notes, intrigued by the other's method and thoughts.
"From a potions perspective, the difficulty lies in creating something that Severus will not recognize the purpose of. There are interesting research articles from magical communities around the world about various ingredients that can prevent a child, though it is nearly impossible to get most of the ingredients delivered without suspicion." Narcissa bit her lip, eyes tracking over the collection of papers before her.
Hermione's eyes fell to her lips, flushing as she felt desire pool within her at the sight. She shook her head almost violently, forcing her attention back to her own research.
"From a charm's perspective it quickly dives into the theory of magic. Creating an entirely new spell is complex at best and disastrous at worst."
Narcissa hummed in response.
"What if we are thinking about this incorrectly?" Narcissa questioned suddenly, causing Hermione's eyebrows to lift in surprise.
"How so?"
"We are attempting to create an entirely new system of contraception when we should be focusing on nothing more than how to avoid the knowledge of Severus and the Dark Lord."
Hermione's eyes narrowed in thought. "Right."
"Severus was always one of the best with potions. To create a potion that could get by him would be extraordinary," Narcissa paused to smirk, "though I do believe I could do it given enough time."
"So instead of focusing on our strengths, we should consider their weaknesses?" Hermione wondered aloud.
Narcissa nodded, tugging her cherry red lip back between pearlescent teeth. Hermione shuddered, internally scolding herself for noticing.
But how could she not? It was nothing short of sinful how good Narcissa looked sitting there, basked in the light of the fire, lost in solving a challenge they faced together, with teeth gently drawing attention to her smooth, full lips. Hermione groaned and Narcissa raised her eyes to look at her in concern, the latter delicately hiding a smile as brown eyes shot away from her in an instant.
It was as Hermione busied herself looking anywhere but at the older witch that her eyes landed on a familiar book, and she gasped excitedly.
"Narcissa, what do you know of muggle contraception?"
Narcissa tilted her head, an expression of confusion coasting across her features. "Muggles can prevent babies? Without magic?"
"Yes," Hermione laughed. "They use decades of research and science and have created medications of their own that are able to do unbelievable things, without even an ounce of magic."
"Why didn't I think of this before? I doubt the Dark Lord or anyone on that side of the war would know much about muggle science. Considering how bollocks the muggle studies course was at Hogwarts and how genuinely awful the understanding of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office is." Hermione sat up excitedly, gesturing to a surprised Narcissa.
"And how would one get ahold of such… medication?"
"In any section of the muggle world you can find chemists who, with a little bit of magical incentive, could provide us with exactly what we need."
Narcissa was suddenly caught very much by surprise as she felt two soft arms tackle her in a brief, but not undesired embrace of excitement. She laughed as Hermione pulled back embarrassed and moved backwards toward where she had been sitting only a moment prior. Narcissa caught her by the hand before she could get far and squeezed.
"It is a brilliant idea, Hermione. We can go out in the early morning if you wish."
Hermione smiled, gently squeezing the hand in return.
"For now, I guess we should get some rest, huh?"
The pair made their ways to their respective rooms, bidding the other a good night as they reached Narcissa's door first. Narcissa opened the door and slipped inside, leaning against it heavily with a sigh.
There were so many reasons that Narcissa should be keeping her distance from the younger witch. But, according to the slight tremble in her fingers where she had grazed across her hand, the thudding in her chest when soft brown eyes looked at her with any emotion it seemed, and the way she wished for nothing more than to wake up in those protective arms once more, Narcissa knew that she was already too late.
She crossed the room lazily, magically lighting the space before she began slipping out of her robes. It was then that something caught her eye, resting dangerously in the center of her large four poster bed.
It was a capped potion bottle of shimmering white liquid, golden streaks visible in it as it moved within its confines. Narcissa sucked in a breath as she approached, her body suddenly cold and afraid. On the bed in front of it was a nondescript parchment with the words:
Good Luck
Narcissa felt her body stiffen as she read it and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Could they not have any more time?
She turned the parchment over, noticing a small message scratched there in familiar handwriting. Severus.
Narcissa,
Tell Mrs. Granger I am sorry. The Dark Lord will send me tomorrow to check that it is done.
Narcissa crumpled the parchment in her fist before dressing in a simple pajama set. She glanced down at herself and frowned. It was the simplest set she owned, but it was still a delectable piece of lacy darkened green only discernable from black in certain lighting.
She donned one of her more casual set of robes before stowing the potion carefully in an inner pocket and making her way to Hermione's room. On her way, Narcissa summoned another small potion vial, her lips curling up in distaste as she stowed it as well. Upon reaching the room, Narcissa knocked gently.
"Narcissa?" Hermione asked in surprise as she pulled the door open.
Narcissa tried her best to give the younger woman a smile, but her anxiety was clear in the way the tight-lipped smile did not reach her eyes.
"Hermione, I…" Narcissa trailed off uncertainly before rolling her shoulders back to force a confident appearance. "We need to go to the muggle chemist tonight."
Hermione's eyes widened in understanding and she looked the other woman over as if searching for harm. Narcissa did smile at that, waving Hermione off.
"I am alright. There was a letter and a potion waiting for me on my bed from Severus. It is – we are – expected to have begun the process by morning."
"Merlin," Hermione muttered in response. "Alright, hold on, let me change again."
Narcissa looked down then, noticing how well the silky maroon pajamas she had provided seemed to fit. Hermione left the door open and disappeared into her closet, letting the top drop off of her shoulders just before she turned the corner completely. This did not go unnoticed by Narcissa who fought the stirring in her navel vehemently as the sight of Hermione's smooth bare back disappeared from view.
"Oh Salazar," Narcissa whispered to herself, directing her gaze away from the closet.
Once Hermione reemerged, this time in full muggle attire, Narcissa was offended by the laugh that came from her.
"Narcissa, you can't wear that to the chemist. In muggle London. Come on, let me find something for you."
Narcissa frowned as she allowed herself to be led across the hall into her own closet, the younger woman holding up various dresses against her, all the while humming to herself. Once Hermione found the most muggle-like dress she deemed suitable, she lay it across Narcissa's arms with a triumphant smile.
"Go on."
Narcissa's lips twitched to smile as she strode into her own bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind her either. It was for this reason that Hermione blushed deeper than she thought she ever had as she too followed out into the main bedroom. Impossibly smooth pale skin was hugged in all the right places by black – no… green – lingerie. It was quickly hidden once more by the dress Hermione had chosen and the younger witch whirled to face somewhere, anywhere else before Narcissa's playful blue eyes found her once more.
Narcissa placed both potions on the bathroom counter before heading out to Hermione, offering her arm. Hermione, whose face was still desperately trying to return to its natural color, took the offered arm with a small smile.
"Allow me, Narcissa. Dare I say I know muggle London far better than you."
Narcissa's eyes rolled haughtily, but she nodded, soon feeling the familiar tug of side-along apparition take hold.
The pair arrived in a dimly lit alleyway, feeling the cool air grow colder as a drizzle fell from the sky. Hermione quickly led them to the nearest chemist, stepping inside and shaking out the rain from her hair with a small laugh. Narcissa's fingers twitched to magically rid herself of the atrocity, though she stifled it as Hermione's hand found her own as they walked.
It was not long before Hermione led them to a person behind a counter, flashing him a smile. The man looked bored and a bit grumpy, though Narcissa supposed being forced to work at night might do that to a person.
"Hello sir. I am needing to fill a prescription." Hermione pulled out a sheet of paper from her pocket, handing it to the man who glanced at it and then back up to the two women.
The man turned without a word, collecting a box from a shelf behind him that he brought to her.
"That is a year's supply, miss. Have a nice night."
On the way out, Hermione grabbed a colorful box from a shelf, paid for it, and left with Narcissa curiously watching it all.
Once back at the manor, Hermione set down the items to explain them to Narcissa, who opened and inspected them curiously. Hermione giggled as Narcissa held up a plastic wrapped object between two dainty fingers, staring at it as if she expected it to move on its own.
Hermione took the item from her and showed her how it unwrapped to reveal the condom inside. She then made a show of explaining its purpose while unrolling it around two fingers. Narcissa's eyes were wide and wondrous as she listened, and Hermione couldn't help the feeling of adoration that rooted in her chest.
"Now, this muggle contraceptive doesn't work as quickly as a magical one would. But it is better for long term protection." Hermione blushed. "And these are called condoms, they are used to prevent a man's sperm from reaching their target and that makes them immediate protection."
"We will have to pretend that it is not on, and that I was able to cum inside of you for this plan to work, but I figure that illusory magic should suit that just fine."
Hermione's blush deepens as Narcissa smirks.
"Oh Merlin," Hermione mutters, nervously shifting from foot to foot.
"It is alright darling," Narcissa murmurs gently as she guides Hermione up the stairs to her bedroom. Once there, Narcissa has her sit against the pillows with her back to the headboard. Hermione is so nervous she honestly believes she may pass out right there and then and Narcissa seems to notice as she sits beside her carefully.
"There is a trick I used with Lucius for this. It was easier to fake the desire than to face the punishment if I dared let my true feelings for him show. I allowed him to give me Draco, but I took potions to prevent any others for many years after that until he lost interest." Narcissa exhaled slowly, her eyes trained on the wall before her. "It will be easy to have Severus attest to the difficulty of becoming pregnant after that, though I did stop taking them when Lucius was killed."
Hermione looked to her curiously, reaching out to rub soothing circles on Narcissa's arm as she heard the pain reflected so directly in her voice.
"What trick did you use?" Her tone was hesitant, unsure if she even wanted to know at all.
"A lust potion. I created one that could be applied like lotion to avoid suspicion and would use it to whatever potency I needed."
Hermione's eyes widened. "Oh. Erm, yeah. It's okay with me if you use it. Whatever you need."
It was Narcissa's turn then to falter as she turned to Hermione in surprise. "I meant it for you, Hermione."
"What?" Hermione asked, "You think I need it?"
Narcissa's eyes relayed a whole torrent of emotions at that, shock being the most prominent.
"Oh, I suppose I just assumed," she stammered. "As I said before, I can only imagine how uncomfortable this must be for you."
"I think you're imagining my discomfort for all of the wrong reasons Narcissa." Hermione peered at her.
It was rare that the elegant pureblood found herself at a loss for words, her confident persona all but shattered as she stared into curious brown eyes. Yet, here she was, utterly confused at Hermione's disregard of the offered potion, instead assuming that it was Narcissa who wanted to use it.
"I don't like men, you know" Hermione blurted out suddenly. "It's something I've never said aloud before until now."
Narcissa quirked an eyebrow in amused curiosity at that. The pieces were slowly falling into place, though her mind refused to place them.
"I'm nervous, Merlin I'm so nervous," Hermione rambled. "But it's nothing to do with you exactly. You're bloody gorgeous and I can't imagine you'd be bad at anything. But I've never… what if I'm awful? I know I'm not nearly as pretty as y-"
Narcissa surged forward, cutting off Hermione's rambling with soft lips. It was brief and sudden, but oh it was beautiful. Gentle, full lips pressed against Hermione's own, causing her heart to pound and her head to grow dizzy as her body ceased to function normally. Her breath hitched as the feeling ended, and she held her eyes closed for a few beats too long just to savor the sensation.
Before Narcissa could speak, her blue eyes full of fear and uncertainty, Hermione grabbed her by the wrist, tugging her forward into another kiss. This time, both women allowed themselves to melt into the kiss, becoming lost in the feeling of the other's tentative exploration.
When they pulled apart once more, lips slightly swollen and pupils dilated, neither could prevent the smile that overcame them.
It was then that Hermione's characteristic Gryffindor courage came roaring forward as she looked to Narcissa with darkened, hungry eyes.
"Kiss me again," she commanded, "and don't hold back."
Narcissa felt their bond thrum between them as she felt compelled to move forward, both entirely unable and unwilling to disobey the order. When her lips met Hermione's this time, her tongue battled with Hermione's for dominance and a moan escaped the younger witch's lips, causing a fire to blaze in the pit of Narcissa's stomach. Her hands found the other woman's hips and drew her forward, pressing their bodies together before she laid Hermione down.
Narcissa felt desire overcome her hesitations as her fingers danced against the smooth skin of Hermione's stomach where her shirt had ridden up. Hermione shuddered under her touch and snaked a hand through Narcissa's hair to keep her firmly in place as their lips continued their exploration.
Narcissa kissed along her jaw, teeth scraping against skin as she left various small marks down the column of her neck. Hermione panted and squirmed beneath her, groaning as she found purchase wrapped around Narcissa's well intentioned thigh. Narcissa only smirked into her as she sucked tanned skin between her lips.
Hermione could feel the wetness soaking her inner thighs as she pressed wantonly against Narcissa. It was incredible, she thought, just how different this all felt. She was almost entirely unable to form coherent thoughts, something very unusual for the bookworm, though she could not help but feel justified in waiting to try this with a woman.
With Krum, Hermione had felt uncertain and like something was missing, his body heat overwhelming and his rough voice just too deep. Here however, with her body on fire in all the right ways, Hermione realized she was at a point of no return. Her mind was clouded and dizzy from nothing more than Narcissa's lips on her own, and for the first time she did not feel as if something was missing. Well, besides from a little more skin on skin perhaps.
Lost in her jumbled mess of thoughts, Hermione was very suddenly brought back to reality as Narcissa pulled back, lifting her shirt with questioning eyes. Hermione could only nod as Narcissa pulled her shirt from over her head, the cold air causing her nipples to harden even further. She gasped as Narcissa's warm lips closed around one of the sensitive buds, her tongue flicking it in just the right way to cause a rapid shot of electric heat to course downward.
The older woman was careful to pay equal attention to both, something Hermione was grateful for as she arched up, begging for more. It was when Narcissa pulled back, hesitating once again as her fingers played along the hem of Hermione's jeans, that Hermione looked at her determinedly. She reached up to the back of Narcissa's dress, finding the cold metal of the zipper there.
When dark blue eyes showed no aversion, Hermione carefully pulled it down, revealing the soft skin underneath. Narcissa sat up, allowing the dress to fall from her shoulders and waist before carefully removing it, never breaking eye contact with Hermione whose dark eyes lingered on lace enveloped cleavage.
As Narcissa went to Hermione's pants once more, pulling them off with practiced ease, Hermione exhaled deeply. She was met with firm lips once more as their now far more bare skin slid along one another.
Hermione smiled into the kiss as Narcissa let out a breathy gasp of her own when Hermione's fingers traced to the lacy edge of the bra. Hermione rolled to the side then, trapping a very surprised Narcissa's body beneath her own. Perhaps it was the bond guiding her or perhaps it was her years of personal research, but Hermione allowed whatever it was to lead her as she took control of the blonde beneath her.
Hermione's warm lips traced a similar pattern down Narcissa's neck, smiling as she noticed that the older woman seemed to enjoy a bit of pain mixed with her pleasure. What a Slytherin.
Narcissa gasped and arched up into Hermione as she began to latch onto a familiar pulse point, causing waves of desire to crash through Narcissa. Hermione allowed her hands to wander, squeezing the pair of breasts oh so beautifully framed in dark green. Narcissa moaned and pressed back against her.
Hermione smiled and began to undo the lingerie, taking a moment to revel in the beauty of the other woman's body as it was slowly revealed to her. Narcissa blushed and shifted, hands coming up to subconsciously hide before Hermione gripped them in her own.
"You're beautiful." She reached down and laid a trail of soft kisses across the stretch marks apparent on Narcissa's stomach. She remembered vaguely that Narcissa had mentioned it had been a very difficult birth.
Narcissa's breathing grew ragged once more as Hermione continued lower and lower until she hovered right over the new and unfamiliar territory. Hermione breathed in deeply, dizzied by the rich, intoxicating scent of her lover before moving forward in tentative exploration.
It took a few minutes for Hermione to find her stride, but it was not long before Narcissa's choppy breaths and moans filled Hermione's ears like music. It had been a long while since Narcissa had truly enjoyed the pleasure of another, and she was slightly embarrassed by how quickly her body arrived to teeter on the edge of orgasm. Hermione seemed to notice as her breath hitched, and her ministrations grew slightly more erratic.
"Hermione!" Narcissa exclaimed breathily, gripping the bed sheets as the feeling in her navel tightened extraordinarily. "I'm going to –"
Narcissa was unable to even finish the statement before a wave of pleasure crashed through her, causing her entire body to tense and convulse as the orgasm ripped through her. As she finally relaxed, having ridden the wave wonderfully, Hermione crept up her body to nestle into the crook of her neck with a smile.
Narcissa's breathing was labored but her smile was pure as she cuddled Hermione to her chest.
"There is no way that was your first time, darling."
Hermione blushed and buried her face further into the other woman. Narcissa laughed and gently played with her hair for a moment, deft fingers massaging through thick curls.
When Hermione finally emerged from her hiding spot, there was an undeniable look of pride and desire on her face. Narcissa smirked.
"I believe it is time that I repay the favor," she purred, flipping them so she rested gently atop the other woman.
Narcissa kissed her deeply, tasting herself on Hermione's lips with a moan. She placed her thigh between Hermione's bucking hips, allowing the witch to grind against her. Wetness seeped easily through Hermione's thin undergarment as Narcissa left a trail of open mouth kisses along her upper chest. She took great care to tease the Gryffindor, whose eyes continued to darken dangerously below her.
"Narcissa, please," Hermione breathed out, finally, eliciting a sinful smirk from the blonde witch.
"Since you asked nicely," she responded, vanishing Hermione's underwear wordlessly.
She placed her palm against the woman's sex, feeling the heat radiating and the wetness coating her as Hermione groaned and grinded into her in return. Narcissa smiled predatorily at her as a finger slipped to Hermione's entrance, waiting for permission before pressing forward slowly.
Narcissa was met with a barrier and Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as a sudden moment of pain shot through her. Narcissa dropped to her elbow so that their bodies were pressed against one another more fully, leaving gentle kisses on Hermione's jaw.
"It is alright love. Just breathe."
Narcissa pressed through in one firm motion, her finger buried deeply in Hermione who breathed in sharply. Narcissa rested there, laying distracting kisses and marks along Hermione's neck until the other woman began to move against her once more.
When Narcissa's tongue found Hermione's nipple, the younger witch moaned and thrust her hips against Narcissa's hand. Narcissa smiled and bit the sensitive flesh gently, relishing in the gasp produced. She slowly began to move inside of Hermione, careful not to hurt her, but slowly losing her own self-control as the moans and pleas grew louder.
Finally, Narcissa tested the waters by driving into her firmly, curling her finger against textured flesh. Hermione nearly screamed out at the unfamiliar pleasure that overcame her, startling Narcissa by biting into her shoulder, hard. Narcissa felt a ripple of pleasure wash through her at that, growling out a curse as she began to move more naturally within the other woman.
Hermione drove her hips down as Narcissa curled her palm to meet the sensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust and she smiled as she watched her orgasm grow.
Narcissa leaned into her, finger thrusting and curling deliciously within Hermione as she whispered in her ear. "Come for me."
As the whisper crested over Hermione's ear and teeth gently took in her earlobe, Hermione screamed, wave after wave of pleasure rocking her as her body gripped Narcissa inside like a vice.
It was a few minutes later, Hermione's sweaty body still panting beneath Narcissa, that she finally managed to form words again.
"Merlin, that was incredible."
Narcissa smirked, gently slipping out of Hermione who seemed to pout at her in response, much to Narcissa's delight. Narcissa brought her finger to her lips, eyes connecting with Hermione's as she took the finger into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it to taste Hermione. Hermione's pupils were impossibly blown watching this and her mind wandered to the potion on the bathroom counter.
As her eyes flicked over, Narcissa followed her gaze, humming her approval as she summoned the bottle to her before placing her wand back on the nightstand. The pair sat up together and Hermione took a deep breath before drinking down the contents of the potion in one gulp.
It was warm, but not uncomfortably so, sliding down her throat with a touch of sweetness that Hermione did not expect. The warmth traveled quickly before settling between her legs in an unfamiliar sensation. As she glanced down, Hermione saw what she could only assume would be an impressive cock, already beginning to harden.
Narcissa raised an eyebrow at it and whistled, causing Hermione to blush profusely and shift to hide it on instinct. Narcissa caught her arm loosely, giving her a disarming smirk as her fingers wrapped around Hermione's thigh.
"Rather impressive, Ms. Granger," Narcissa drawled, eyes darkening further as she felt Hermione twitch under her grip.
Narcissa reached over, tentatively running her fingers along the length as Hermione shuddered and it grew to full height. Narcissa was indeed impressed by Hermione's new appendage, having only laid with Lucius who was by no means this large. Her mind briefly wondered if she would even be able to take it as she wrapped her fingers around the base and moved upwards.
Hermione's guttural moan brought her back to reality and Narcissa smirked again. Hermione was twitchy with pleasure, the feelings so different from before. As Narcissa lowered herself to press a kiss on the head, Hermione's eyes rolled and her hips thrust forward, causing the other woman to laugh.
Narcissa drew her into her mouth, lips and tongue wrapping around the tip before working their way down a few inches. Hermione gripped the sheets until her knuckles turned white, fighting the urge to bury herself in Narcissa's throat though just barely.
After only a minute, Hermione's body tensed and she paused Narcissa with a hand on her shoulder. Narcissa looked up at her, Hermione still buried halfway into her eager mouth, and Hermione felt her length throb. She pulled herself carefully from Narcissa, wincing at the lack of contact as soon as it left her.
"I'm sorry, I just… I can't hold it much longer." Hermione blushed.
Narcissa smiled and climbed back up to her, kissing Hermione deeply. Hermione could taste something salty on Narcissa's lips and felt her member pulse with the thought.
As they kissed, Narcissa rubbed her core against the large cock teasingly, smiling into Hermione's lips as she swallowed a frustrated growl.
"Accio condom," Narcissa whispered, catching the flying object in her free hand and placing her wand back once more. She unwrapped the object carefully as Hermione had shown her and hesitantly rolled it to cover her entire length.
With a few spells they had discussed on their journey, Narcissa created the illusion and sensation that the object was not there as well as linking a few charms together to allow the visual and feeling of spurting cum to occur. Once finished she smiled proudly to Hermione and kissed her thoroughly once more.
"Shall we test it?" Narcissa murmured before slipping herself onto Hermione in one fluid motion.
Hermione groaned loudly, her hands coming up to grip Narcissa's waist tightly as the woman worked her way further and further down until Hermione was fully buried within her. It was honestly a miracle Hermione did not cum right then and there, what with Narcissa's slick heat enveloping her fully.
Narcissa moaned at the sensation happily, their bond adding to the bliss of the moment by sending currents of pleasure through them both. She began to move slowly, sliding up and down Hermione at a steady but firm rhythm.
Hermione's hips twitched as she tried to increase the friction between them, but Narcissa would have none of it, that is until Hermione pulled her down hard while simultaneously thrusting upwards. Narcissa let out a loud moan at that, the force catching her off guard. Hermione's dark eyes watched her bounce above her with lust, a dark smirk pulling at her lips as the other woman took well to the force.
It was then that Hermione flipped them, never letting Narcissa off of her by more than an inch. Now, Hermione leaned into her, pressing herself as deep as possible as Narcissa's back arched. The control was intoxicating and Hermione found herself drunk off it as she slammed into Narcissa over and over again. Breathy moans and pleas found her ears and Hermione obliged them all, careful to listen to her partner as she pounded away.
It wasn't long before Hermione could feel herself drawing closer and closer to the edge, her thrusts becoming more erratic. Narcissa felt her own orgasm approaching, aided by the sweeping pleasure provided by their bond and let it overcome her.
As Narcissa came she squeezed Hermione into her and shuddered. Hermione too let go in that instant, raising Narcissa's hips from the bed as she buried herself into the witch deeper than ever before, smacking Narcissa's pale ass as she did so.
Ropes of cum shot from her and into Narcissa, thankfully prevented from entering her cervix by the muggle contraption, though the spells in place allowed the feeling and visual to take place, nonetheless.
As they both relaxed into one another, Hermione allowed herself to slip out, fascinated by the white liquid that poured out of her. Narcissa simply smiled with half-lidded eyes and a happy sigh as she collapsed onto soft pillows.
Hermione joined her after carefully removing the muggle device and tossing it in the trash. She smiled as Narcissa ducked into her chest and ran her fingers through silky golden locks. Narcissa sighed contentedly and Hermione felt her breathing grow deeper as sleep overtook her.
Exhausted from the day's events, Hermione followed not long after, surprised by how natural all of this felt.
With only one horcrux left to destroy and a rather unbelievable witch in bed with her, though the circumstances were less than fortunate, Hermione allowed herself to feel a bit of hope before sleep took her as well.