A/N: This chapter is a result of listening to way too many dirty songs.

Disclaimer: Well I have quite finished with Narcissa Malfoy or Hermione Granger but I promise they won't be too over sexed by the time I do. Hopefully JK Rowling isn't too upset that Hermione can only think about sex or that Narcissa is covered in hickeys when I give them back to her.

Narcissa woke slowly. She felt amazing, sated, settled even. As her eyes opened she realised that how she felt may not last long. It all depended on the young witch who was obviously already out of bed. She stretched and slowly gathered the sheet around her as she sat up.

Narcissa was somewhat surprised to see Hermione sitting in the corner of the room watching her intently. It looked as though the young witch was ready to devour her again even though she was already doing it with those brown eyes.

The blonde just sat there unsure of what to say so she just waited.

"Good Morning" Hermione drawled out.

"Good morning" Narcissa responded.

Hermione continued to stare at the blonde who looked so tempting wrapped around a white sheet. She was a little disappointed that the blonde didn't just abandon what was covering her body. But then on the flipside she was glad that she didn't do that, or she herself would not be able to focus.

Summoning up the courage Hermione asked. "Where do we go from here?"

Blue eyes looked at her curiously. "I was under the impression that after last night and early this morning that we were on a mutual understanding."

Hermione nodded

Narcissa didn't want to blatantly put it out there, that what she really wanted to know, was that now Hermione had had her, was it already over before it actually begun? Instead she smoothed her fingers over the white satin sheet that covered her nakedness.

After a few moments of silence Narcissa took that as an indication that she was no longer wanted. With sharp angry actions she launched out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around her to go and find her clothing. She was nearly past Hermione when found herself hurled into the young Gryffindor's lap.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Hermione whispered into long blonde hair

Narcissa shuddered and turned to face her.

"Do you want me to stay?" She asked quietly

Hermione looked up at the older witch.

"That's up to you." She began and then changed the course of her speech. "Actually no it's not up to you."

A blonde eyebrow arched.

"You're staying." Hermione drawled out more commanding than she meant.

"Here." She pulled the offend sheet away revealing two full pale breast.

"Like this." She growled out as she made Narcissa straddle her.

"And you think that I would like this?" Narcissa asked a little upset in Hermione's sudden change of behaviour. Though, she was glad the young witch still wanted her, it did not stop her from being perturbed at Hermione's possessiveness.

Hermione stared at Narcissa. "What? Would you rather go back to Zambini?"

"I…we…never.." Narcissa stuttered under Hermione's intense scrutiny.

"You done that just to make me jealous didn't you?" Hermione asked moving her hand up Narcissa's belly. "Or were you really knocking him off?"

"No.." Narcissa gritted out weakly as Hermione rolled her nipple between her fingers. She was beginning to hate the effect Hermione's touch gave her, she could not think properly.

"No as in you two weren't fucking?" Hermione pinched a rosy nipple with one hand while the other moved slowly down to Narcissa's nub. "Or no that you brought him to that ball because you knew it would piss me off?"

"We…didn't..sleep.." Narcissa nearly jumped when Hermione found the pleasure spot she had been seeking and rubbed it hard. "Together"

Satisfied Hermione slowly dragged Narcissa's head down until their lips were only inches apart.

"Good, because if I find out I'm not the only name you're screaming out when you come. Malfoy won't be the only pureblood family I'll ruin."

Narcissa's gasp was silenced when Hermione kiss her. And kissed her she did. It was not tender, sweet and hesitant. It was rough, feral and domineering. After a few minutes of biting, licking, sucking and duelling with their tongues, Narcissa ripped her mouth away and stared down.

"Does that mean that we are together?"

"Yes" Hermione groaned before attacking Narcissa's neck.

The blonde finally let the young witch consume her happy now that she knew where they stood.

Hermione paced the length of Kingsley's office. She knew it was odd for him to request her on a Sunday. She would much rather be at home with Narcissa. She let her mind briefly wonder back to the previous morning. After they had agreed in their own way that they were in a relationship together, they had sex. It was rough and possessive but nothing that would seriously hurt the blonde. They only thing that had marked her was the hickeys as the result of Hermione sucking nearly every inch of her skin she could find. Hermione also found out that Narcissa had really did have a wild side. Yeah, she knew the older witch could get a little crazy, she had seen it herself, but what that blonde witch done to her at some ungodly hour of the night, would remain imprinted in her mind forever.

The sex between them was great, awesome in fact, more than what Hermione had fantasied, in the end turned out to be more that what she bargained for. She knew she was doing things backwards with Narcissa. There should have been some form of courtship. She should have wined her and dinned her. There should have been that familiarity between them before they got into bed, well, in their situation, on the couch. But there wasn't and for some reason, Hermione was fine with that. And as far as she was aware Narcissa had no qualms about it either. The blonde had told her that they already knew each other enough to start a relationship. Hermione nodded when Narcissa pointed out that it did not matter to her, whether or not Hermione had or had not smoothed her over. What was important to her was that they were finally together and that's all that mattered.

Kingsley coughed bringing her attention back to the current subject. She couldn't understand why he couldn't just wait until Monday morning. But then given the news he had just passed on, she wasn't surprised that he would ruin her time with Narcissa.

"You understand that this is important Hermione." The dark man carefully treaded.

"Yes"

"I would have given it to another had it not been too damaging."

"Yes"

"Are there any questions?"

"How long do I have?"

"Forty-eight hours."

Hermione looked up at him and nodded. She held herself back from saying anything in case she let too much information slip out. Somehow she had a feeling Kingsley already knew.

"Thank you" She muttered before she apparated out of his office.

As she 'popped' into her living room she tried to hid her anger. Narcissa did not deserve to see it. Even if she was angry with her boss she couldn't take it out on the blonde. She sighed and made her way into the kitchen where the blonde stood drinking pumpkin juice out of a glass wearing Hermione's navy blue robe.

"That didn't take long." Narcissa took note of the frown in Hermione's brow as the brunette approached her.

"Complete waste of time." Hermione muttered before backing the blonde up against the counter top.

"Then why did he want to see you?" Narcissa smiled as Hermione caressed her cheek with her fingers.

"Because he's all out to stop me from seeing you." Hermione whispered and trailed her fingers along Narcissa's pale neckline that happened to be covered in purple marks from the night before.

"What?"

Hermione sighed and cradled Narcissa's head between her hands. She kissed the older witch softly on the lips before breaking only inches away.

"I have to go to South America in forty-eight hours" She whispered.

Narcissa backed away frowning. "What?"

Hermione ran the pad of her thumb over the blonde's cheekbone. "I said that I have to go to South America in forty-eight hours"

"Why?" Narcissa whispered. "You are the Head of the Department. Why can't they send someone else?"

Hermione looked into those hurt blue eyes. "Apparently it's important. Besides I think he's only doing it so I don't see you."

Narcissa sighed. "What happens in your private life should not be any of his concern."

"I know" Hermione gave her a weak smile. "I think that he's sacred that once I settle down, I would no longer want to travel."

"There has to be some way around this." Narcissa bit her lip. "Can't you just pass it on to another? "

Hermione shook her head. "Doesn't work that way"

"It should."

Hermione smirked at Narcissa.

"I don't find this amusing Hermione." Narcissa scowled. "You could be away for weeks!"

Hermione soften "About that, I could be away for months."

"I can't believe this" Narcissa whispered and pulled away from Hermione.

"Hey, neither can I" Hermione said softly reaching out for the blonde again. "Trust me given the chance, I'd hand it over to another agent."

Unwillingly Narcissa let Hermione drag her closer to the younger witch.

"But there's one way this could all be solved." Hermione said hesitantly. "I could get fired if anything bad goes down though."

"What's your plan?" Narcissa asked

"Come with me."

"What?"

"That word seems to be very popular in you use of the English language." Hermione teased. "But, I mean, come with me to South America."

Narcissa rolled her eyes at the first half of Hermione's sentence. And then seriously considered the last half of what the young witch said.

"You are not needed here for to finalise the divorce?" Hermione asked

Narcissa shook her head

"Then there's nothing stopping you from coming with me."

Narcissa pursed her lips

"That's the only way I can see it working between us." Hermione carried on. "If I go alone, we won't last."

Narcissa raised her gaze to Hermione's

"I know" She whispered

"Then what is bothering you?" Hermione asked seriously concerned.

"Do you know of any good charms to prevent me from getting sunburnt?" Narcissa asked innocently. "Because I do not cope well in hot weather."

"Oh my God." Hermione laughed. "Here I was worried that you would rather stay here so that you can go and see Zambini. But the only thing that is bothering you is the affect the sun would have on your skin."

"My skin is very sensitive." Narcissa said defensively

"Oh I know that." Hermione smiled. "You just have to look in the mirror to see how easy you bruise."

"I have already done that." Narcissa scowled. "Did you have to leave a mark on my hip?"

Hermione laughed.

"Or here?" Narcissa said turning her back toward the witch and sweeping her long blonde hair over one shoulder. When the curtain of hair moved she revealed the hickeys that covered the back of her neck.

The brunette moved closer and wrapped her arms around Narcissa's waist.

"Lucky there are charms to cover those as well." She whispered into the shell of the pale ear. "Because I definitely feel like decorating you more."

"Yes, you unleashed Lioness." Narcissa teased

Meanwhile in the library of Malfoy Manor, Lucius sat cradling a glass of vintage fire whiskey. He was still harbouring anger toward Narcissa. The divorce had been settled and he could not understand why her Barrister kept referring to the Malfoy assets. There was the villa in Italy, the mansion in Paris and her apparent half of what he had in his vault. He asked where would her pathetic Barrister get the notion that he would willingly give over his assets to her. That was when the papers he remembered signing that horrible morning suddenly appeared in front of him.

He shook his head and took a long sip of his drink. Narcissa really got the last laugh out of him. Besides Malfoy manor and half of the sizeable fortune he had left in his vault, he had nothing. When he signed those papers he did not know that he agreed to give her nearly everything he owned.

Of course he ranted and threatened her while the divorce was being settled. Narcissa being the cold heartless bitch that she was, just stared at him blankly and even had the cheek to smile. He would find a way to make her regret what she had done.

He should have known what she was capable of but he chose to neglect it. To make matters even worse, he had read the Dailey Prophet on Saturday morning to find a picture of Narcissa dancing with Blaise Zambini at the Ministers Ball. Some part of him was jealous, he was a Malfoy and a Malfoy does not share. Especially with a young man the same age as their own son. According to the article they had arrived together but left separately.

Lucius knew that whatever plan he comes up with to hurt Narcissa, it had to be good and it had to hit her where it would really hurt. Lucius of course being married to Narcissa for that long knew that the only thing that would worry her was if Draco life was put in danger.

Now that the Malfoy inheritance was split and that he had already disowned his son, Lucius would make sure Narcissa had no heir to pass it on to.

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