"Ginny you can't possibly be serious!" Hermione exclaimed. "You have dragged me around all day and now you want me to go and get my hair done?"
"Yes!" Ginny grabbed the brunette's hand and dragged her into the shop.
It had been two weeks since she had seen or even heard from Narcissa. A small part of her was hopeful that the pureblood would get in contact with her for some reason. However, after the way she left the last time she saw the blonde, she couldn't really blame her.
So Hermione done what she had been doing since she left Hogwarts. She worked from early in the morning to late at night, leaving hardly any free time for herself. She was so focused on work that she forgot about the Ball the Minister had organized. Ginny had come to visit her at work and asked if she was going to attend the Ball. Hermione at first said no but then relented when Ginny told her that it would not look good for the Minister if one of his own Head of Departments was not present.
Hermione then argued that it would be pointless going if she had no dress. That's when Ginny laughed and said to her that they were going shopping on the very morning of the Ball.
And to Hermione's dismay, they shopped. And now Ginny pushed her into a new salon in Diagon Alley.
"Ginny, I'll just wear my hair down." Hermione groaned.
"No!" The redhead pushed her friend through the door. "I need my hair done too."
"Then why don't we just put bird nests in our hair and be done with it." Hermione muttered.
Ginny slapped the back of Hermione's head. "Come of it Hermione Jean Granger!"
"Ok, I will!"
"Good." Ginny then whispered as she saw a dark woman approach them. "And besides, don't you want to impress that woman you want?"
"You mean the one I pushed away?" Hermione whispered back. "I don't think she'll even be there tonight."
Ginny shrugged. "You are still getting your hair done."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"May I help you girls?" The Dark woman with a heavy American accent smiled.
"Yes, my friend and I would like to get our hair done." Ginny returned the smile. "We don't have an appointment but it's urgent."
"Urgent?"
"Yes." Ginny leaned forward over the counter and whispered to the dark woman. "My friend is hung up over someone, who she's trying to impress,"
The dark woman nodded. "Well we can't leave you two waiting can we?"
Hermione stared at herself in the mirror while the hairdresser threw spells at her hair.
"How do you want it?"
Hermione shrugged. "I'm not too sure."
The dark woman frowned. "Well what does your dress look like?"
Hermione described it. And then grimaced for the next half an hour as the hairdresser styled her hair with a few spells.
"I think that one would suit the dress." Ginny said from behind Hermione.
"Ok then." Hermione said quickly.
"Are you happy with it?" The hairdresser asked.
"Yes."
"Don't just say that so we can hurry up and leave." Ginny muttered.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I like it. And shut up she who only had to get her hair curled."
Ginny laughed.
"You know Mione you don't have to drink the bar dry." Ron said as he sat next to Hermione at the bar.
"Then there would be no point in having free alcohol." Hermione smiled at her friend. "Anyway, how have you been?"
Ron laughed. "I've been well. As you can see Lavender is pregnant and we are looking forward to having our first child together."
Hermione looked across the ball room where heavily pregnant Lavender was talking to Harry and Ginny. She then turned back to Ronald and smiled. "I'm happy for you Ron."
"Enough about me." He smiled in return. "How have you been? You look beautiful by the way."
"I've been good, practically working my arse off. But no surprises there." She smiled. "And you can thank your sister. She chose the dress and the hair style."
Ron took in the appearance of his ex and he agreed that he should thank his sister. The brunette dressed in a black strapless dress that cut above the knee. Her hair was pinned at the base of her neck her long curls softly resting on her shoulder. He hoped one day she would find someone that would make her happy.
"Merlin Ronald, you could have made sure your wife had a chair before you sat your rear down." Ginny scowled her brother as she, Harry and Lavender approached the bar.
"Oh sorry dear." Ron apologised and pulled a barstool out for Lavender.
As Lavender sat down between Hermione and Ron she said. "Hello Hermione, you look stunning."
"Hey Lavender, thank you." She took a sip of her fire whiskey. "You look beautiful, the pregnancy glow suits you."
Lavender smiled. "I can't wait until this baby is out."
The Golden Trio including Mrs Potter laughed. Harry sat next to Ron and Ginny sat on the other side of Hermione.
For a while the group drank and laughed at the memories of their school years. Hermione was enjoying herself. This was the first time she had been in the public eye with her friends in a long time. They were left alone by the hundreds of people that crowded the room. So she felt content, relaxed even.
"She's brave to show her face in public." Ron muttered and nodded toward the door. The group turned her attention to the door.
Hermione's heart pace picked up at the sight of Narcissa.
"I heard she was the one who gave the Malfoy secrets to the ministry." Lavender whispered. "And that she had done it to get back at Lucius for cheating on her."
Hermione gave the blonde a once over and struggled to hold back a groan.
"Well, if that's true then she shouldn't have to be brave to show her face anywhere." Harry joined in.
Hermione took a large gulp of her drink to stop herself from saying anything.
"Good on her if she did do it for those reasons." Ginny said. "You can only lie to yourself for so long."
Hermione had her eyes glued to Narcissa as the blonde made her way into the ballroom. Her long navy blue dress was strapless and a lot longer than Hermione's. Her blonde hair pulled back into an elegant French roll. A simple cluster of diamonds scattered around her neck. She really did know how to drive one mad with lust.
"I don't know." Ron muttered. "I still wouldn't trust her."
"You hardly even know her." Hermione finally joined the group conversation.
Lavender laughed. "True. So who are we to judge?"
"You're right Lavender." Harry agreed.
"But did she just seriously show up with Blaise Zambini?" Ron asked.
"Hey, she can do whoever she wants now." Ginny laughed.
Hermione gripped her glass and bit her tongue. She had no place to defend Narcissa. She chose to walk away. And somehow she really wished she hadn't.
Narcissa could feel those brown eyes on her. She shivered in anticipation. Not the ideal place to get Hermione's attention but it was the only event the blonde knew the younger witch would attend. Though, Narcissa was divorcing Lucius, some habits were hard to beat, as she asked Blaise Zambini to accompany her to the ball. She was not one of those who just showed up on her own. And the reason why she asked Blaise was not only so that Lucius would read about it in the paper the next morning. But because she hoped that when Hermione saw her with another, she might act upon her feelings.
So after a few glasses of champagne she asked Blaise if he would care to dance.
"Mione, are you ok?" Ginny snapped her fingers in front of her friends face.
"Huh?" Hermione turned her attention away from Narcissa. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" she asked concerned.
"Yes, I just got caught up thinking about work." Hermione faked a smile.
"Oh ok." Ginny's eyes narrowed and her voice lowered. "She's here isn't she?"
Hermione wished that she had never told Ginny. "Yes she is. But drop it Ginny, nothing will ever happen."
Ginny shrugged as Harry approached. "Would you like to dance my love?"
"Yes." She smiled.
Hermione watched her friends to on to the dance floor. Ron and Lavender soon joined them. And she was glad she was left alone to think.
She was thinking about how good Narcissa felt when they had kissed when she saw Blaise lead the blonde on to the dance floor.
She tightened her fists when his hand snaked around her waist.
Her jaw clenched when their hands joined.
Her nostrils flared when she saw Blaise's hand slowly move down from Narcissa's waist.
And she nearly saw red when she saw Narcissa smile at him.
"Another one please." She raised her empty glass to the barman as she turned around. "Actually, I'll take the whole bottle."
Hermione took the half-filled bottle of fire whiskey and went out on to a near-by balcony. She was glad that there was no one out there. She stood by the rail and took a long un-lady like swig of the bottle and looked up at the stars.
It was a cold night but she was too angry to even care.
She is allowed to see whoever she wants.
She is not yours.
Though she could have been
You could have had her
You could have had her as many times as you wanted her.
And you know she would have liked it
But you're too late now
She took another swig in an attempt to drown that annoying voice away.
"I thought I saw you come out here." A familiar voice said from behind her.
Hermione turned. "Then you saw right."
The older witch smirked and moved forward. "You sound upset."
Hermione turned back to stare at the sky and take another unhealthy gulp of her drink.
"No, I'm not upset." She lied.
"You should stop lying to yourself." Narcissa said forcefully.
Hermione turned to face the blonde. "Excuse me?"
"Stop lying to yourself."
"And why would I want to do that?"
Narcissa raised an eyebrow. "Because then you would then go after what you want."
Hermione grunted and turned back to her bottle of fire whiskey. "Wanting something does not necessarily mean that it is right to have."
The blonde slowly came to stand next to the younger witch. "You are somewhat correct. Though, if wanting something and having it is not exactly right, would you not rather live a life all wrong?"
Hermione gave Narcissa a sharp look.
"Living in denial would not get you very far." Narcissa carried on. "And trying to drink your problems away won't help it either."
"What do you want Narcissa?" Hermione asked sharply.
The blonde looked at her and tilted her head. "I was certain that you already knew."
Hermione looked away and took another gulp of the fire whiskey. "You should go back inside to Zambini."
Impatiently Narcissa snapped. "You should go after what you want and stop being such a coward about it."
Before Narcissa knew what was happening she was backed up against the rail. Hermione had her closed in as each of her arms were firmly planted on each the rail. Narcissa shivered as Hermione leant closer to her.
"Come back to my flat and I'll show you exactly what I want." Narcissa closed her eyes as those words came out of the brunette's mouth.
As soon as they apparated into Hermione's flat, the brunette cut to the chase and hauled Narcissa into her arms, claiming her lips. The younger witch did not even bother to be graceful as she roughly unzipped the back of Narcissa's dress, letting it fall to the ground. She was so caught up exploring the pale woman's mouth, neck and shoulder she barely heard the moans coming from the older woman.
Way too lust driven, she pushed Narcissa down on to the sofa, quickly stripping away the tantalizing black laced panties and tossing them somewhere toward the kitchen.
Narcissa's breath quickened as Hermione kneeled down and hungrily kissed her belly. She squirmed in delight when Hermione sucked on the bone of her hip. And by Merlin, she sucked hard. It would probably leave a mark. The blonde threw her head back on the arm of the sofa and moaned as the young witch placed opened mouth kisses on the inside of her thigh. She immediately jerked upwards as the brunette found her womanhood.
"Ahh…" Her sounds echoed through Hermione's living room. And they got louder as Hermione expertly moved her tongue around her most inner parts. This was something she had never experienced. She had thought about it. Once, a long time ago, she had asked Lucius if he would even consider more intimacy before launching into the mindless rutting that he tended to do. But he already believed he was skilled as a lover. And after over twenty years she spent faking orgasms with Lucius, this with Hermione was enough to send her over the edge. She arched completely off the sofa when two long fingers entered into her depths. Even with the brunette's mouth firmly sucking on a once dormant nub that now throbbed for attention, drove the blonde crazy with need.
"Ahhhh…Uhhhh.." Narcissa gritted out.
Hermione kept doing wonderful things to her. Two fingers flexed finding the spongy spot that made Narcissa scream and fully surge her body off the sofa quivering in delight.
After Narcissa slowly started to settle, Hermione withdrew and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She reached for her wand and in one swift flick, they were both fully naked. She smirked looking at the satisfied blonde laying on her sofa, practically love stoned.
She gently grabbed a pale hand and led the blonde into her bedroom. They did not say words to each other. They did not have to. They were both fully grown woman and they knew what they were doing. Somehow it was gentle for Narcissa as she lay on Hermione's bed.
The younger witch kissed her softly and touched her lightly. Narcissa sighed with contentment. Her plan had worked. She somewhat felt guilty for using young Zambini but the reward for her plan was well worth it. And if such a reward only lasted for the night, she would make good use of it.
As if sensing her far away thoughts, Hermione gently bit down on a rosy red nipple. Narcissa moaned and lifted Hermione's head to meet her gaze.
"I want to reciprocate." She whispered.
Hermione looked into those blue eyes and smirked. "There will be plenty of time for that."
Narcissa raised an eyebrow.
"I still haven't showed you exactly what I want."
The blonde blinked. "Then by all means."
Hermione sat with her elbows on her knees in a chair, in the far corner of her bedroom. Although it was midmorning, the room was still dark. She watched Narcissa sleep peacefully in her bed. She was probably tired from last night.
Last night, Hermione took a deep breath at the erotic recollections of what they had done together. Every time Narcissa filled the room with her moans, it was enough for Hermione to continue her ministrations on the blonde. Last night was the first time she had ever been with anyone, where she focused entirely on the other person. Perhaps it was the pent up sexual frustration. Or maybe she really wanted the blonde to enjoy it that much she wouldn't leave.
Hermione smiled as Narcissa turned from lying on her back to her side. The sheet slightly dropped revealing the blonde's pale back.
I really don't want her to ever leave Hermione thought.
A/N: I know I said this one would be longer but I didn't want to continue purely for the word count.
Should I end it here?