The storm returned with vengeance bringing battling winds and skin burning rain that continued though the week effectively shutting down the small businesses as the streets of Diagon Alley remained empty except for the brave few that refused to stop their lives for the unforgiving weather. Hermione hurried down the flooded street, carefully treading the slippery stones, huddled in her large waterproof bomber jacket with the hood securely hiding her face from view.
After spending the last 3 days shut up in Malfoy manors private study viewing her precious forgotten memories the brunette decided to take a break strolling through the bare streets of Daigon Alley, misjudging the awful weather and ruining her good mood.
Lost in deep thought she didn't have time to stop her head on collision with another unfortunate pedestrian. Hermione lifted her head from the soft full chest and looking straight into the same intense blue eyes from her memory. "I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention." Trying to shift her weight from the trapped witch beneath her only to cause the blonde to whimper out. "Did I hurt you?" Pulling away at the last minute when she realised her knee was rather intimately close between witch's slender legs.
"Stop moving." A sharp intake of breath, forced Hermione to stop her movements as hands came to grip her waist. The rain continued to pour down around them, soaking both witches to the bone, their outer layers clinging to flesh like second skin.
Hermione felt extremely aroused straddling the beauty, her robes open leaving her to shamefully stare at the pale soft mounds peaking out of the black lacy brasserie. I want to taste her enticing skin, kiss those red ruby lips while I bite her..
"Miss Granger." An angelic voice snapped her out of her lustful thoughts, scrambling up Hermione helped the blonde to stand.
"I have to go but I want to apologise for my behaviour, the last time we met I was extremely rude and I am starting to realise the truth about my friendship with your son.."
Narcissa arched her brow, stopping the girls clumsy apology. "Mr Potter tells me you have been up at the manor with my ex husband viewing your memories, by the way you fear me I can assume you haven't yet finished so I ask of you is not to judge me till you have seen everything."
Not sure how to reply Hermione just nodded, confusion etched on her flushed features. "I hope when you finish you will come to find me, so I can explain." Brushing past the Gryffindor and disappearing down Knockturn Alley.
The heavy downpour started to seep through her jacket snapping her out of her daze.
Returning to the silent manor was a relief, since her first encounter with the Lord of the house she hadn't seen him again but she knew he was around somewhere in the empty estate, roaming the cold and forbidding hallways, drinking away his anger and resentment. The man had refrained from calling her mudblood and filth and Hermione knew whatever reason he had to allow her unsupervised access to his home was buried deep in her memories.
Pausing at the stone bowl remembering the strange encounter with Madame Black and her confusing words. I hope when you finish you will come to find me so I can explain...
Shaking her head to clear her frustrating thoughts, the brunette dived back into the pensieve.
Draco sighed pulling himself up from the picnic blanket, stretching his cramping muscles. "The professor is utter incompetent." Sadness laced his words. "I miss him more than I ever thought I would. The headmistress must be off her bleeding rocker to employ that cow. What do you think?."
Hermione looked up from their potions assignment, huffing in irritation. "She's no professor Snape that's for sure. How many imbeciles have ended up in the infirmary this term? At least with your godfather no one was seriously injured." Screwing up the parchment and lobbing it into the bushes.
"Don't let mother catch you littering she will skin you alive and feed it to you but I'm starved and I want a swim, do you want to come with?" Hermione laughed at his poor attempt of puppy eyes, she jumped up from the hard ground and advanced towards the Malfoy Maze.
"No go on I might take a stroll around your mother's famous bush." Draco gasped, clutching his stomach, uncontrollable laughter left him. "What is so funny about that?" Turning to face Draco.
"Mothers.. bushes.. you taking a stroll.. in mother." Warily eyeing the strange boy, the brunette spun on her heel and left the laughing ferret behind.
The maze was becoming far to complex with too many dead ends that seemed to be purposely pop up to keep the muggleborn inside its confinement. Hermione plunked herself down on the stone bench grumbling at her stupidity of entering a pureblooded garden by herself.
A soft rustling caught her attention, staying seated she peered around the corner to see a large circular garden filled with all kinds of roses and exotic flowers but neither held her attention for long when her brown eyes locked onto the prone figure lying on their front, white creamy flesh exposed to the hot sun. Her throat went dry realising she was perving on the Lady of the manor and the mother of her best friend, her stomach twisted into knots, arousal spiking down her spine to pool between her aching thighs. She could just make out the soft mounds peaking out from underneath the very nude beautiful witch.
Without realising it her feet started to move by themselves, edging closer to the mazes centre, towards her desire.
"What can I do for you Miss Hermione?" her voice husky. Narcissa was propped up on her elbows, giving Hermione the perfect view of her breasts. The blonde had no shame in revealing herself to her son's friend.
Licking her lips nervously, staring at the snow white mounds swinging slightly as Narcissa angelically laughed her long delicate fingers tracing her collarbone. "You seem nervous my dear." Hermione was memorized watching the fingers dance across the owners skin, goosebumps making themselves known.
"Hermione look out" a shout from behind her forced Hermione to reluctantly turn. "Oh hello mother." Draco rushed past his friend and leaping over his amused and still very exposed mother with a black retriever scrambling behind him.
"Do come sit Hermione." Narcissa seductively patted the soft grass beside her, her blue eyes twinkling with danger. "Don't mind my son he will be busy for a while yet. I don't like repeating myself darling." The coldness in her voice made Hermione shiver.