A/N: I'm back! after a whole year, so sorry. Future updates will be vaguely frequent-ish and just as smutty.
Narcissa was being incredibly elusive and cold. There appeared to be more secret passageways and alcoves in Malfoy Manor than Hermione knew about- but she wouldn't want to find Narcissa if she was clearly so determined to keep her distance. Anyway, Tonks had begun to write instructions on the scroll, so Hermione was already preoccupied.
The first words that appeared on the scroll were: What is you-know-who doing when he goes abroad? To which Hermione replied that she didn't know. She wrote out that same irritating response to most of Tonk's questions, but it was easier to admit ignorance than give away information. At request, Hermione wrote down the timetable of the death eater youth as far as she knew from conversation and coinciding shifts. Willing herself to keep the image of Narcissa and her from the public eye, Hermione leaked every bit of information that Tonks probed for, including that Ollivander was being kept prisoner three floors below.
When Hermione was jotting down the dates she knew the Dark Lord had been abroad or at Malfoy Manor, something began to click. She checked a letter from Poliakoff and rifled through a stack of old newspapers to check, and before she knew what she was doing Hermione had written her discovery in the scroll: The Dark Lord was abroad when Gregorovitch was killed. He might have killed him- it would make sense considering he abducted another wandmaker- Ollivander- but why kill wandmakers? And what information does he want out of Ollivander?
Tonks took longer than usual to respond.
I wouldn't usually give information to an informant, but I can tell you that you-know-who and Harry both have wand cores from the same phoenix. Their wands have reacted before, thwarting you-know-who's attempt to kill him. He may be looking for a new wand.
Her owl flew in at that moment with a letter in its beak, and Hermione hastily rolled the scroll back up and hid it in her pocket. She knew she was being paranoid, that her owl couldn't tell anyone of her betrayal- but Hermione also knew that she now needed to maintain a level of paranoia in order to stay alive. The letter was from Adrian, asking to meet up that day.
As if she was an automaton, completely disconnected from her actions, Hermione replied with a yes, and went about preparing for the date. It passed easily enough. She found that it wasn't so hard to act as if she was interested as long as she told herself she was interacting with a friend. And with a few coquettish smiles and brushes of their skin, the lie was spun. Hermione was leading him on, she knew that well enough. But she also knew she had no other choice.
At length Hermione ran into Narcissa by accident- in one of the smaller lounges. She had only gone in there to find a quiet place to start her new book, but heard a noise as soon as she opened the door. There was no one in there, so the hairs on Hermione's neck immediately stood on end and she cast revelio- which uncovered none other than Narcissa.
It was so unlike her- so undignified that it was almost funny.
"Really," Hermione started, "You would rather be invisible than talk to me? It's important!"
Narcissa ignored her and poured herself another glass of red wine. Brazenly, Hermione sat in the adjacent armchair. "Can I have some of that?" a glass was conjured for her without her gaze even being met. Hermione filled the glass and downed it quickly. She decided it was best to go into the deep end- before Narcissa resumed hiding.
"When I walked in on you, I wanted to tell you about your prophecy. And mine, and Lucius's. I can't figure them out."
"Then don't. As if I need more foreboding warnings in my life."
"I'm sorry. I truly didn't mean to walk in on you. I apologise, and I regret not just walking away as soon as I heard you."
"It's done now." Narcissa sighed and drank. "Hermione, I was so ready to have you before, consequences damned. And, despite all your coy little blushes- I'll take some responsibility there, maybe I taught you too well… nevertheless, I know you wanted me, too. Now, I just want to punish you."
"I'm sorry. About damning consequences though…" Hermione took a crumpled piece of paper out of her robes. "Can you read that?"
"There isn't any writing." Cissa was haughty and disinterested.
"Ok. Can you read my mind, please? That's the only way I think I can get around the department's secrecy charms."
"I'm not listening to any prophecies."
"It's the last thing I'll ever ask of you. I'll give you anything in return."
Narcissa considered. "Anything… ok. Will you vow?"
"The unbreakable vow!? Isn't that a bit extreme? I keep my promises."
"Fine." Narcissa took out her silver studded wand. "Ready?" Without even waiting for an answer she delved into the younger witch's mind. Hemione got accustomed to her presence, then held onto Narcissa's magic and directed it towards Lucius's prophecy:
As he pursues what's out of reach, what was once had will go. Revenge for this, from two to four, will kill a link, and kill one more.
Hermione felt Narcissa take hold of the memory when she saw her name on a plaque.
Powers of rare intensity shall grow. The first two, unbreakable, shall split paths last. The second shall wane and do them part. Third, vanquish wrong, resurrect, duel- and fourth, end all that ought to fall.
Narcissa took control and played back the prophecies several times, then went further back, past rifling through files to break the carm, stumbling across Hermione's Prophecy:
From murk to light she'll go. The eternity of victory will have sacrifice.
Narcissa drew out, stunned. "I- I'm what's out of reach. My marriage will die- if it wasn't already dead, and so will… someone. It could be you, if that's what revenge means. So… we can never…"
"No, I suppose not."
They lapsed into a thoughtful silence, the wine completely abandoned.
"My first two powers were being top of the class at transfiguration, and legilimency. But that doesn't really fit. The seer must have made a mistake…
"You won't betray our side, will you? That's what 'light' means, no? Tell me you won't."
Hermione took a deep breath, unamble in that moment to meet the cold woman's blue eyes. "Well, um, the other day, your… uh, niece blackmailed me."
There was a pregnant pause.
"So it might not be out of the question."
She waited with bated breath for a reaction. Would Narcissa cast her out of her home? Or tell the dark Lord? But instead of shunning her, the older witch simply looked into her eyes tenderly.
"Well then, your occlumency needs to be better."
Hermione sat cross-legged on the leather, facing the rather formidable witch who's wand was now pointed at her forehead. "Fight me, ok? Build up walls if you can. Legilimens."
The younger witch's mind was overflowing with potential futures and worried betrayals. Narcissa artfully sifted through all of those abstract thoughts. She pushed deeper down, searching. Hermione put all of her energy into hurling random images, phrases, memories in front of the woman's inexorable magic- but it didn't take long before Narcissa had gained full control, and arrived at exactly the memory Hermione had been trying to conceal the most:
Narcissa was stark naked and glistening upon her sheets, taking her own pleasure and crying out for Hermione in her mind's eye. Worse than that, Narcissa was privy to the younger witch's every sensation; witnessed the walls of her core slicken and clench with arousal, the bliss that spread to her fingertips, the embarrassing amount of willpower it had taken to not touch herself right there and then.
The spell broke. They were both leaning towards each other, their breaths laboured. Narcissa cursed. Standing, trying to compose herself, she walked away, then turned on her heel and stood in front of Hermione, looking at her hungrily and touching her face. She leant down, pupils dilated, and her nails pricked the base of Hermione's skull.
"But, Lucius-"
"Don't speak." She claimed Hermione's lips with her own. All their repressed desire broke out like a flood from a dam. Hermione moaned into the kiss, and reached up to pull the witch further into it. Her neck was craned upwards and she could feel the Malfoy vibrating with sexual energy as they shared decadent kiss upon kiss, swallowing all of her little sounds.
Narcissa broke for breath, and pulled Hermione up to sit on her lap on the sofa. "The prophecies will happen no matter what we do," she whispered, in between covering Hermione's neck and jaw with kisses. She found a particularly sensitive spot and bit down, sucking on the girl's heart beat, smiling when she gasped and gripped her shoulders to ground herself. "I will not let them get in the way of my pleasure." she soothed the blooming love bite with her swirling tongue, and pulled Hermione's hips into her. Almost to herself, she muttered, "First, though… now that I have you… I must teach you a lesson." She ran her hands through Hermione's tresses and down her back. "-On looking through keyholes."
With surprising strength, she lifted the girl and lay her down over her thighs, face down.
"Cissa?!"
Hermione was nervous at this odd position, completely out of her comfort zone. Not deigning to answer, Narcissa pulled the younger woman into her and leant over, pressing her bust against spine to place a gentle kiss on her head.
"This won't hurt too much."
Her left hand held her shoulder, and her right snaked down the length of Hermione's lithe figure before giving her bottom a squeeze. Hermione squirmed and tried to turn round, but was held firmly in place.
"Cissa I'm sorry! Please don't"
The older woman only chuckled "Don't be afraid sweetie. You promised you would give me anything in return… Come, now, I've seen your thoughts. Take your punishment."
The last imperative had so much strength in it that no-one could hope to defy it. Narcissa's hand returned to her ass to draw her skirts over it. Goosebumps pebbled on her soft skin, but they were swiftly covered by Narcissa's palm striking down hard and precise. Hermione cried out.
"Hush, now." Narcissa stroked over her ass to quell the pain, and quickly cast muffliato on the door and locked it with a stomach-dropping click. She slapped her a second time and Hermione failed to stifle her whimper.
"You wouldn't want someone to walk in on us, would you?"
As Narcissa spanked her again, Hermione wondered how strange this would look- a high society wife holding a nineteen year old family friend over her lap, admonishing her in a way that was so controlled it set something alight in the pit of Hermione's stomach. Several slaps in quick succession belayed just how incensed Narcissa was at being observed without her permission. Her muscles were taught and pent up with sexual energy. She was clearly restraining herself- holding back the the extent of her anger and desire. Narcissa held her hand gently over Hermione's mouth to muffle her moans (purely for her own deviant pleasure, since she had already cast muffliato) and hit her again, harder, painting skin red. She grabbed her ass and sharp teeth grazed an earlobe before nibbling it.
"Have you learnt your lesson now?" She hissed. Hermione nodded helplessly and felt the witch smile against her ear. She was full of molten heat. Narcissa spanked her a final time and kissed her on the cheek and caressed her bruised ass and thighs, toying with the hem of her now soaked lingerie.
"Can you… do it again," Hermione muttered into her hand. Her face was burning. Narcissa considered, trailing her fingers over the sensitive red marks she had made.
"I don't think I shall." She smoothed the skirts back down to cover her, and Hermione stood indignantly.
"Why? Cissa."
"I might reconsider, if you ask me nicely." Narcissa smirked, insufferably smug, propping her head up on her arm and raising a perfect eyebrow. Hermione glared.
"Could you do it again, please."
"Do what?"
You know what, seethed Hermione. I want you to hold me down and spank me again. It felt wonderful. But her pride wouldn't let her voice her thoughts.
"Don't play with me. I won't say it." She huffed.
Both of their heads snapped to the door as a fumbling noise sounded from the corridor.
"Shall we continue your occlumency lesson in my room?"
Hermione nodded eagerly.
They apparated there, Narcissa taking one step back from her partner's attempted kiss.
"Remember when you promised to give me anything in return for listening, hm? Well, I want you- naked and in my bed. How does that sound?"
Hermione gasped and nodded enthusiastically again.
"Use your words, dear."
"Yes," She breathed
A predatory look shadowed the older woman's face. She took a seat in the corner of the room, crossing her legs and raising an expectant eyebrow.
"Will you strip, or shall I do it for you?"
Hermione chose the latter, slowly dragging her robes over goosebump covered skin until she was in only her underwear, at which she paused to meet Narcissa's hungry gaze. She had never gotten past the stage of making out in the common room before, but she was excited to see what came next. Slightly trembling hands removed the last garments covering her. When Narcissa's eyes widened, she wrapped a protective arm around her nipples- but removed it immediately upon seeing the look the other witch gave her, leaving her vulnerable and bare for cool eyes to rake over her naked body.
"Turn around." She husked. Hermione obeyed immediately.
"Beautiful," She muttered. "Now get onto the bed."
Narcissa took her high heels off and stepped forward before stopping herself.
"You're 19, yes?"
Yes."
"I'm 42, did you know that?" She chuckled. "Morgana, I'm over twice your age."
"I don't mind at all," said Hermione. If she was being honest, she thought it was sexy, and if Narcissa was reading her mind, she would have agreed.
"You're a virgin, aren't you," she continued, stalking towards the bed. "Mm, I thought so."
Maybe Hermione should have gone into the restricted section to read about doing this before actually doing it. She didn't have much time for the thought, however, for Narcissa leaned to straddle her and kiss her gently with a rare warmth. As hermione tried to lean up into the kiss, the other witch moved back and tutted
"Ah, ah. Be patient .You promised, and I want to have my way with you, to savour it." At that she pinched a nipple sharply, smiling when the taut body below her arched her back and gasped.
"So sensitive…" she pinched again, harder, chuckling at the mewl it elicited.
"Do you like that darling?"
Without allowing time for a response, the older woman took one pebbled areola in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She pressed a thigh between Hermiones for a bit of pressure, but grabbed her hips when she tried to grind against her.
"Cissa!" Whined the younger woman, thinking- I just want her to fuck me already!
A warm laugh let her know that the legilimens was in her head, and had heard that thought.
"You're really not performing well. What's got you so worked up, hmmm?"
Hermione groaned in frustration, fruitlessly trying to move her hips out of the steely confines of Narcissa's grip.
"Be good and wait. Don't whine again. You're so close already, it's turning me on."
She ran her hands all over the young body offered to her, biting her neck and sucking harshly before replacing it with her hands and squeezing. She caught Hermione's breathless gaze, and removed one hand to grasp her jaw, keeping her in place as she kissed her puffy lips soundly. Hermione sucked on her tongue and Narcissa moaned. Keeping eye contact, she stroked her lips before slipping a thumb into her mouth. The girl moved her lips up and down it fervently, swirling her tongue around and making a lewd sound. Narcissa lost control of herself and let her have it completely, touching her soaking folds and clit. She decided in that moment to penetrate the young witch's mind, Hermione struggling valiantly to keep her out as her hips stuttered against the long fingers between her legs. She found the memory of the daydream in the opera and moaned, forcing the girl to replay it to enhance her pleasure.
"Dirty girl… is that what you want me to do?"
She made her way down the warm body, pausing to suck on nipples and graze her teeth over a hipbone before flattening her tongue over her clit at the exact moment the daydream version of herself did the same. It was a wonder how Hermione managed to stay relatively silent. Narcissa followed what she had done in the daydream exactly, swirling her tongue around her clit, sucking on it and playing with her breasts before thrusting the slick muscle inside her.
Hermione bit back a moan.
"Don't hold back," Narcissa said in between eating her out, "I want to hear you."
"I thought I wasn't to whine anymore."
A resounding chuckle vibrated against her enlarged clit.
"Oh, you cheeky girl. I'm going to make you scream."
Narcissa fucked her with her tongue, pressing her nose into her clit until Hermione moaned loudly, then replacing mouth with two slender fingers buried as deep as they would go into her sex. Each time she drove her fingers inside, she ground down on Hermione's tensed thigh. She curled her fingers and The younger witch did scream then, clenching around the skilled digits forcing her to the edge.
"Oh, you're so tight. It's been decades since I've taken a virgin."
Hermione loosened her grip on the sheets to bring Narcissa into a desperate kiss before biting the base of her neck to stifle her groans.
"Fuck."
Narcissa rammed into her and jutted against her lubricated thigh so hard that Hermione's head fell back to the pillow.
"So bad," she muttered, sucking another hickey into her neck. "So bad for making me feel like this."
She twisted her fingers and Hermione spasmed, prompting the older woman to place a free hand round her neck to keep her in place. She mewled helplessly as she was pounded into relentlessly, feeling the most gratification she had experienced in her life.
"Mmmhmm, oh, yes darling, you're so close."
Narcissa tightened her grip on her neck and quickened the rhythm of her fingers, thumb tracing mine over her clit over and over again.
"Cum for me now Hermione."
And she did, hard, calling out her lovers name before she was brought into an intensely deep kiss, slender fingers slowing down through her aftershocks. It was only when Hermione squealed in protest that the hand removed itself from her core and slipped into Her mouth for her to suck them clean, swallowing her own juices. Narcissa pulled her thigh up and came quite loudly by riding it before falling beside her and dragging her into another breathless kiss.
They lay in blissful silence for a while, Narcissa's arm draped possessively around her waist.
"Thank you for giving me so much pleasure. I hope I wasn't too intense for you."
"No, thank you." Hermione brought her palm up to kiss it and smiled contentedly to herself.
