Hermione was reading folklore in the library to get her mind off of the pressing matters that loomed over them. She suddenly felt soft hands slide over her shoulders and down her chest, rubbing her stomach soothingly as the tip of a nose rubbed affectionately against her neck. "What are you reading darling?" A sultry voice said in her ear as soft lips kissed the lobe.
Hermione hummed softly at the soft touch. "Mmm…Arthurian folklore, since everything else we've tried hasn't worked in our favor," Hermione took hold of the arms around her shoulders and pulled them so that they wrapped around the back of head, which in turn brought the body attached to them into view. Narcissa was pulled down into the alpha's lap, sitting demurely.
"You're not wrong about that one, anything helpful so far?" Narcissa asked as she nuzzled into the alpha's neck affectionately once more, putting her head on her shoulder. Hermione wrapped her arms around the tempting omega's waist, nipping the shoulder that was easily accessible, breathing the beautiful creature in as she rumbled softly.
"Depends on your definition of helpful. I thought that you were supposed to be researching, Cissa, not sleeping. Why are you dressed for bed?" She asked while taking in the very alluring sight of Narcissa in a sheer nightgown that would normally sit just above her knees, but hung a little higher on her thighs while she sat in Hermione's lap.
Narcissa chuckled softly and hummed into Hermione's ear teasingly. "I was, but then I was having a hard time staying awake when all I ended up doing was fantasizing about you. I decided that since I couldn't keep my eyes open, I would try sleeping, but that ended in failure as well," she said in a low, seductive voice as she pulled away from the alpha's neck and looked into amber eyes that quickly swirled red.
She felt the familiar warmth behind her own eyes as she bit her lip when strong hands gripped her hips. "Is that so? And what, exactly, was going through your mind when you were fantasizing about me, sweet little omega? Maybe I could help fulfill some of them," she said with a devilish smirk that flashed her fangs flirtatiously.
Narcissa apparated out of Hermione's arms and appeared a few paces to her side. "You'll have to catch me first if you want to know that," she said, watching as Hermione's smirk grew into a large, predatory grin. She slowly got up from her chair. Narcissa took off running out of the library and down the hall while giggling.
Hermione growled playfully as she followed behind her, trying to catch up to the bratty omega. "That's not fair. You know where everything is, and I only know a few places around in this maze of a manor. I'm at a disadvantage!" She yelled after the giggling figure.
Narcissa's voice filled the hall in an echo. "That sounds like a personal problem that I'm sure you'll figure out. Now, stop complaining and come find me," Narcissa said as the faint sound of laughter followed. Hermione continued to run in the direction that she thought was correct, when she caught a familiar scent going a different way.
She followed it down another hallway which led to a different part of the house that she hadn't explored before. The scent was faint, yet still enough to lead her to the illusive omega. As she followed the scent, she started to realize that this part of the house did not match the rest of the decorum.
"Narcissa, where did you go, you sneaky witch?" Hermione questioned with a smile.
Suddenly, a soft voice whispered in her ear. "You're getting warmer, dear. Keep going."
When Hermione suddenly turned around to try and catch the tricky blonde, no one was there. She had a look of confusion, but continued to follow Narcissa's scent. As she made her way down the hallway, the scent turned once more, but this time it was heading up a flight of stairs that didn't have any torches, so Hermione manifested a lumos and continued on.
She started to become concerned. The further she walked, the more the manor changed its aesthetic. Gothic architecture quickly turned to Medieval Arthurian. She continued on until she reached the end of the stairs. She walked down a hallway that was now obviously not part of the manor any longer. "Narcissa, where are you?" Hermione inquired as she started to become worried as to what was going on.
Once again, a soft, disembodied voice was heard from behind her. "You've almost made it, darling. Find me and I'll make it worth your while."
As she continued on, the scent was becoming stronger and coming from a room with a heavy wooden door surrounded by stone walls. She pushed on the door, only to see a pale, strawberry blonde woman in a night dress that reached her ankles who was looking out a window. As she approached this woman, she caught sight of herself in the mirror, and what she saw was not Hermione Granger, but a tall, muscular man with long, dark hair and a beard.
Hermione approached the woman, taking in her fair, soft features and pulled her into her arms, kissing her passionately. It was strange that while Hermione was aware of what was going on, she was no longer in control of her body. She decided to just go along for the ride. The woman broke the kiss and smiled up at Hermione. "I knew you would find me, my love. You always did have a nose for my scent. I've missed you while you've been off on your crusades."
Hermione hugged her close, rumbling softly in her ear before kissing down her neck and nipping at the claim mark that was there. "I'm sorry that I've been gone for so long, darling, but I'm done crusading for a while. I've missed you as well, my gorgeous mate. How shall I repent for my egregious transgressions of leaving you alone for so long?" She smirked down at the woman, taking in the beautiful green eyes that flashed up at her in mischief.
"You can repent by showing your Queen with action how much you've missed her, my King," she smirked at the alpha, purring at the title. She scooped the woman up into her arms and carried her over to the large, wooden four-poster bed that was covered in animal pelts for warmth. She laid the woman down gently on the bed, knelt before her, and slowly began to slide the nightgown up soft, supple legs. She followed behind it with soft kisses till both the dress and her lips reached the woman's hips.
She pulled the woman's legs apart and began to lick her slit with the flat of her tongue slowly from entrance to clit, nibbling softly on her lower lips teasingly. The woman whimpered as Hermione worshiped her with her mouth. She teasingly began to run the tip of her tongue in the same pattern a few more times before using her tongue to swirl around her clit periodically. The woman's legs began to shake with each swirl of her tongue.
She slowly slid her tongue into the woman's entrance going as deep as she was able to, while the woman began to moan from the feeling of being filled. Hermione removed her tongue as she started to attack her clit once more, this time, sucking the bundle of nerves into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue rapidly as she slid two fingers into her and slowly started to stretch her out. The woman moaned louder as she started to get closer to her first climax. "Gods I'm close. Don't stop!" Hermione continued to suck the woman's clit harder as she slid another finger into her entrance, curling her fingers just right, and hitting her g-spot.
The woman's body began to convulse as she got closer to her peak. She grabbed Hermione's hair, pulling it roughly, forcing Hermione's face hard against her pelvic bone. Hermione nipped lightly at the woman's clit, giving her that little extra push that was needed to reach her climax. She screamed her release as she came on Hermione's hand and face. Hermione began to slow her movements, easing her back down from her climax. "Gods I've missed that mouth of yours, but you know what I missed most? Your cock," she said with a smirk as her breathing began to normalize.
Hermione smirked at the woman as she stood up in front of her and began to undress completely. "What kind of alpha would I be if I refused such a beautiful omega her heart's desire? I'll make it my life's mission to give you everything you could ever want, my love." Hermione was naked now, leaning over the woman and kissing her sweetly. She took hold of her hard cock, positioned herself at the woman's entrance, and slowly slid inside of her. She took her time to let the woman adjust to the girth. Once she was to the hilt, she slowly began to pull out just to the head, then slowly back in again.
Setting a slow, torturous rhythm, she gripped the woman's sides to hold her still. The woman began to moan softly with each thrust, wrapping her legs and arms around Hermione. She pulled her closer, leaning up just enough to whisper in her ear. "I hate this nightdress. Rip it off of me and be done with it, alpha."
Hermione growled deeply at the request and stood up slightly, so that she could get a good grip on the gown with both hands. In one quick motion, she ripped it in half, revealing the rest of the woman's curvaceous body. Hermione slid one of her hands underneath the woman's back and lifted her completely off the bed, holding her flush against her chest with one arm, while her free hand ripped what's left of the gown off and tossed it to the floor.
Still holding the woman against her chest, she continued to thrust deeper inside of her, causing the woman to moan louder. Using gravity to her advantage, she held the woman's hips and started to quicken her pace, going even harder and deeper. The woman was gripping Hermione's shoulders, digging her nails into her flesh as she moaned loudly. "Gods yes. So big, filling me up completely like no other alpha."
Hermione growled deeply as she wrapped one of her arms around the woman while using her free hand to rub the woman's clit to get her closer to her second peak.
The woman began screaming as she arched her back, pushing her breasts into Hermione's face who sucked one of her nipples into her mouth. The woman's center began to tighten around Hermione's cock. Hermione released the breast in her mouth. "Cum for me, my gorgeous omega Queen." The woman came a few seconds later with a guttural moan as her center squeezed around Hermione, causing her to cum inside of her soon after.
They both were breathing heavily as Hermione laid them down on the bed once more, the woman laying completely on top of Hermione. Before either of them could say another word, the woman started to hear a sweet ballad echoing through the room. "Can you hear that? Someone is singing."
Hermione became confused. "No, my love. I don't hear any singing," Hermione looked at the woman's face and found that she had fallen asleep. Hermione tried to wake her to no avail. She had fallen comatose. "My love! Wake up, please!" Then, she heard someone screaming that the Bringer of Sorrows had been spotted outside the castle grounds.
Hermione woke up with a start, groaning as her body protested angrily at the sudden movement from sleeping at a desk in the library. She tried to stretch the kinks out of her back, then started to massage her neck. Soft hands gripped her shoulders and began to massage her tense shoulders. "You know that it's bad for you to sleep like that, don't you?" Narcissa asked as she continued to work the knots out of Hermione's shoulders.
Hermione moaned softly at her touch. "Yes, I'm aware that it is bad for my body to sleep at a desk. I was reading and then, all of a sudden, I was in a very vivid dream." She gently grabbed Narcissa's hand and pulled her forward so that she could see her face.
"Do you want to talk about your dream?" Narcissa asked as she stroked Hermione's cheek.
"Honestly, it seemed like I was living someone else's life in my dream. I think that it was a clue to one of the omens of The Demon Overlord that we're going to have to face here soon. Unfortunately, it wasn't a lot to go off of," Hermione said as she leaned into Narcissa's touch.
"I was hoping that by giving you the ring of knowledge that it would help you find answers. Maybe it did by giving you insight into the person's life that last wore it when one of the omens was around. Perhaps we can try to ask better questions of the ring to narrow down our search even more," Narcissa said as she sat down in Hermione's lap, wrapping her arms around her neck and gently stroking the back of her head. Hermione thought about what Narcissa had said and felt that she was right. Magical rings, in her experience and research, were made from a witch's or wizard's intent and magic, so why should this ring be any different?
"You do make a good point in your speculation, Cissa. So from here, we need to narrow down our research into who had the ring last and then find all the information that we can about them. Hopefully, something will give us a clue as to what we're dealing with. I do have another subject matter for you that we need to discuss," Hermione said as she stroked Narcissa's back. Narcissa nodded for her to continue.
"We go back to work in a couple of days. I'm aware that I need to let the ministry know what is going on, but I'm not sure how exactly to go about telling them. Even with figuring out what was going on at Stonehenge and getting the relics from there, I'm not about to give them up because we're going to need them for what's to come. I'm not sure what to do, honestly," Hermione sighed.
Narcissa kissed her forehead. "I understand, but we don't necessarily have to say that we found any relics there. Let's just say that we were informed of a curse that is going to befall England, and that if it isn't stopped here, it will spread to the rest of the world," Narcissa smirked down at her as she cupped her chin, lifting her face to look her in the eyes.
Hermione chuckled and hugged her close. "There's that Slytherin cunning I've heard so much about. You do realize that had you asked me to fudge the truth years ago, we would've had a serious problem because I couldn't lie to save my life, but now it's a completely different story. How shall we spin it? A powerful druidic seer was there and told me there was a powerful evil coming and if we didn't stop it's minions then the world is going to come to an end?" Hermione asked. Narcissa shrugged and nodded in agreement.
"Maybe use a little more panache than that. It's not the complete truth, but it's not a complete lie, either. We're just holding back a little information so that outside hands who don't know what they're dealing with don't muck it up for the rest of the world," Narcissa said.
Hermione sighed, but agreed that it was the best plan of action considering how the Ministry handled Voldemort's endeavor, and he was just a regular wizard with psychopathic tendencies. Out of all the relics that she has recovered for them over the years, she was not about to give the Ministry these since she wasn't even sure what they were really capable of, herself.
"You're right. Now, for the more important work because not giving them the relics is one thing. It's another to get the Ministry to help us. Let's get back to gathering as much information as we can so we know how to deal with these creatures before they can start hurting people," Hermione said. She leaned in close to Narcissa and kissed her sweetly. Narcissa broke the kiss and went to get up from Hermione's lap when she was pulled back down into it. "So what was the reason for you to come check on me? Did you find something useful about what we're looking into?" She asked.
Narcissa shook her head. "I've hit a wall with my research subjects and came over to see if you've had better luck," Narcissa said as she smiled sweetly at Hermione while pushing a loose lock of hair behind the alpha's ear, then stroked her cheek affectionately.
"It seems that we're in the same boat because I had hit a wall as well. I decided to read something else to clear my head, so that maybe I could look at it with new eyes a little later." Hermione said as she stretched in her chair.
Narcissa finally stood up from her lap and smiled at the pout that Hermione gave her for leaving. "I think it's time we head to bed. It's been a long day for the both of us and we need our rest if we're going to be of any use in the coming days. Not to mention that we also need to look into finding the sword Excalibur as well. In any case, we need a plan b at some point."
Hermione yawned behind her hand and nodded in agreement. "You're right. Let's head to bed, then we'll continue this in the morning." The women left the library and went to their rooms for the evening, where they quickly fell asleep.
In a cul de sac in a suburban part of Muggle England, Andromeda was having a lie-in to relax—little Teddy was at Harry's house for the day—when an owl started tapping at the window nearest to her. She rose from the couch, cast an accio for some owl treats, let the bird in with a soft smile, and gave him some treats so that she could retrieve the letter from his leg.
"I don't recognize you. Who do you belong to, then?" She spoke to the bird absentmindedly. She let the bird back outside, sat back down on the couch, and opened the letter. A black puff of smoke engulfed her face, causing her to pass out on the couch as she let go of the letter that only had one word written on it:
Sorrow.