A/N: Sorry for the delay, I had the chapter done a while ago but I wasn't satisfied with what I had written. And I'm still not but I didn't want to leave anyone hanging for too long. Anyway I know that this one is short but I hope you enjoy or not.
The same night Camilla Estevez excitedly anticipated her next meeting with Hermione. Harry had found Draco. He knew Narcissa would want to know straight away so he went to Hermione's flat to tell the blonde the good news. And in a matter of moments they found themselves on the doorstep of a townhouse in Dublin.
"You can knock if you like." Harry urged Narcissa. She seemed nervous by looking worriedly at Harry and then back at the mahogany door. Harry could already see the influence Hermione had over Narcissa by the clothes that the blonde wore. He never thought he would ever see the former Mrs Malfoy in jeans and a black sweater with a pony tail to top it all off.
"He might not want to see me." Narcissa said quietly looking at the door.
"You will never know if you don't knock." Harry kept on. "At least you will be able to say that you had tried, if things don't turn out how you want."
Narcissa nodded and took a deep breath before knocking on the door three times. She could feel her heart beat rapidly against her rib cage as she waited. She was nervous, there were many things that were left unsaid when Draco left. And so much had happened since then.
Slowly the door opened and Narcissa saw how much of a man her son had become. His blonde hair grew past his ears and brushed the collar of his shirt. He had a ridiculous blonde beard. He was no longer the skinny teenager that had left her, he had filled out and she noticed it in the way his muscles moved under his white dress shirt. His eyes had even changed, no longer were they grey troubled orbs he held years ago, but more of a spirit that had been freed.
"Mother." Draco whispered in shock.
"Draco." Narcissa whispered back.
Draco looked at his mother in her muggle clothes in a state of shock. Firstly that she had found him. And secondly he had never seen his mother with a pony tail. Then something caught his eye.
"Potter?" Draco said.
"Malfoy" Harry nodded.
"Uh..Please…Come..In." Draco stammered and stepped back inside to let his guests in.
As the trio sat at the small kitchen table Harry took noticed how mediocre Draco's house was. There were no signs of extravagancy. There were no blatant displays of wealth. Obviously Draco had changed. And even as Harry watched mother and son reunite, in typical Malfoy fashion they just held hands and never really said anything.
That was until Draco asked how they had found him.
"I went to Blaise." Harry looked over the table at Draco and then at Narcissa. "Your mother wanted to find you and she hired me to do it. So I done a bit of background and figured that if you wanted to disappear, Blaise would be the only one who would have helped you."
It was a lie and Narcissa knew it. She wasn't ready to tell Draco about Hermione so she mouthed a 'thank you' to Harry.
"Well, you have found me." Draco smiled at his mother. "What took you so long?"
"You're Father and I have divorced." Narcissa bit her lip contemplating on how much she should tell her son. "I should have done it after the first war. But that is my regret not yours."
Draco ran his fingers through his beard and nodded.
"There are many things I have to tell you." Narcissa said quietly. "First of all, you are still the Malfoy heir."
Draco ripped his fingers away from his face and gasped.
Narcissa went on to tell him about the details of the divorce. She also told him about his half siblings and how the Malfoy's were not as pureblood as they thought. Draco sat quietly shocked at the news he was receiving from Narcissa. She had told him a lot and most of it was for only his benefit.
"So if you left the Manor to him and the other estates are mine, which one have you been living in?" Draco asked. In his mind his mother had divorced his father but it was all to give him everything. What about her? He wondered.
When Narcissa did not answer straight away Draco put his hand over hers.
"You have no need to worry now mother." He whispered. "I will look after you."
Harry held his breath as Narcissa told her son that she was fine where she was. Harry saw the questions that were inevitable form on Draco's face. And he braced himself when Narcissa said that she was living with Hermione.
"Hermione?" Draco whispered. "As in Granger? You are living with Granger?"
"Her name is Hermione, son, please address her as so." Narcissa said in a motherly tone.
"Ok." He nodded but wasn't entirely convinced. "But you are living with Hermione?"
"Yes" She answered simply
"How the hell did that happen?"
"It was her who helped me divorce your father." Narcissa looked from Draco to Harry and then back again. She had never been so nervous before in her life. And she decided that perhaps it was too soon for her to tell Draco about her new found relationship. "I feel a great sense of independence living with her and I do not wish to change it."
All Draco done was nod. It was all so much to absorb. Six years ago he would have laughed and then hid in shame that his mother divorced his father and then went to live with the very person he used to bully at Hogwarts. But so much had happened since then, so much had changed. After the war he went to stay with Blaise. Together they formulated a plan. Once Minerva McGonagall became Headmistress of Hogwarts, Draco approached her and asked if she could transfer his grades to a muggle university of his choice. She did not ask any questions of his request nor of what his purpose was in wanting to live in the muggle world. She just agreed to do it and she did.
He had a few weeks to decide what he really wanted to do and he chose medicine. He figured he was really good at potions and it couldn't be too different in the muggle world. But his opinion did change.
Once he was accepted into medical school. Blaise brought the townhouse in which he still lived in. Blaise being the good friend that he was, even gave Draco a monthly allowance and took care of his tuition. Draco owed his friend his life.
"What do you do for a living?" Narcissa asked.
"I'm in my second year internship at the local hospital." Draco smiled. "I'm a Neurosurgeon. I have learnt a lot about the human body and how it functions. I could be in the OR at eight to sixteen hours each operation or could be even longer. But it is rewarding."
"He's a muggle healer, Narcissa." Harry smiled when he saw a confused frown come from the blonde. In returned she smiled.
"Why spend so long in an operation?" She asked. "Can't they just fix it in a matter of seconds?"
"No they can't just flick a wand." Draco laughed heartily. "What I do involves opening the human body."
Narcissa's eyebrows raised but did not probe further into her son's choice of a career. She still had a lot to learn when it came to the muggle world and how differently it operated to the world she grew up in.
"Do you have a wife?" Narcissa asked shyly.
"No" Draco shook his head. "Besides, I barely have time to sleep let alone have a girlfriend."
What Draco had just said reminded Narcissa so much of Hermione. She still did not feel comfortable enough to tell Draco about Hermione yet. Perhaps it could wait for another time.
"Now that I have found you, I must give you my cell phone number." Narcissa announced. "That way we can keep in frequent contact."
"I can't believe you know what a cell phone is." Draco laughed. "Living with Granger is doing you some good, Mother."
Little do you really know, Narcissa thought. But she was glad that Draco had not insisted that she live with him. He had changed a lot more than she thought. He now laughed easily and joked. She was relieved that he didn't slam the door in her face.
It was very dark by the time Narcissa realised that they should leave. Draco had given her his cell phone number and promised to stay in contact. They had agreed to meet up at least once a week. And as her and Harry checked around for any muggles, Narcissa could not have been any happier. All she wanted now was for Hermione to come home.
Before they apparated back to London, Harry failed to see the hooded figure lingering across the street. And as his gut feeling that the possibility of Draco being in danger evaporated, he did not know that that would be the night a father would kidnap his own son just to get back at his ex-wife.
"Where have you been? I've been trying to call you all night." Narcissa said down the phone. She had been worried that something bad had happened to Hermione and she was ready to send an owl to Harry. It wasn't until the early hours of the next morning when her brunette decided to call her back.
"Sorry, I went to a pub and forgot to take my phone." Was the only excuse she heard. "I just got back."
Already angry at Hermione, Narcissa did not stop the next words that came out of her mouth. "Must have been some night."
"Yes." There was a pause "What's up?"
Narcissa who had been lying in bed sat straight up. "You're drunk aren't you?"
"No." There was another delayed pause. "Ok, maybe a little."
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Instead of getting drunk nearly every night you should be focusing on getting that damn thing so you can come home. It has been a month already."
"Yes I know and I'll find it as soon as I can." Hermione reassured her. "How is Harry going?"
"Oh, that's why I was calling you." Narcissa's voice brightened. "We have found him."
"Really?"
"Yes, Harry and I spent the evening with him." Narcissa smiled. "He is living in a muggle village on the outskirts of Dublin. He is a muggle healer and he is so much the man he deserves to be."
"Oh, Cissy that's great news."
"Yes, all I need now is for you to find that vial and to come home."
"I promise I'll get it as soon as I can."
Narcissa smiled and then that quickly turned into a frown when Hermione said. "What are you wearing?"
The blonde knew what Hermione was doing only because of what Ginny had told her. She licked her lips in anticipation. "I'm wearing my black slip."
On the other end Hermione whimpered. "Is that the one you wore the night before I left?"
"Yes the one you tore off me."
"You know if I was there right now I'd tear it off you again." Hermione bit out.
"Oh yes, I am quite certain you would" Narcissa teased.
Hermione groaned on the other end.
"I'm even more certain that you would be doing other things to me, if you were here." Narcissa almost whispered.
At that Hermione growled and it sent a shiver down Narcissa's spine.
For a few minutes they just listened to each other breathing over the phone. Narcissa wore a scarlet blush on her face, never before had she been so bold in her life. And Hermione just wished that she was in her own bedroom with her blonde.
Conjuring all of the fantasies in her mind Hermione decided to voice it. "Run the tips of your fingers down the slip."
As Narcissa complied Hermione continued to talk. "Stop when you get to your nipple and in circle your finger around it."
Narcissa huffed out a breath.
"Does it feel the same as when I touch you?" Hermione asked. "Does it feel like I'm about to run my tongue over it before slowly sucking it into my mouth."
Narcissa flopped back on the bed and arched. Her fingers still teasing around her nipple, she was definitely aroused. "Yes."
"Pinch it." Hermione whispered. "Imagine that I have bit it."
Narcissa done as she was told and moaned nearly dropping the cell phone.
"Now run your fingers down the silk of the slip." Hermione could see Narcissa doing that in her bed and it was starting to drive her crazy. "I would have had that off you by now."
Narcissa's fingers were near her belly button. "I know…"
"I would have had my mouth all over you." Hermione breathed. "Slip your hand through your panties."
Narcissa's moans got louder as she slipped a long slim finger from the base of her entrance to the neglected nub.
"You're all wet for aren't you?" Hermione grounded out she didn't wait for an answer, somehow she just knew. Her voice was reduced to a whisper when said. "It should be me between your legs. You have no idea how much I want to just push your knees to your chest and eat you."
Narcissa writhed around at those words. The pad of her index finger teased around her clit making her moan. The blonde was just as aroused as she ever was before Hermione left.
At the heavy breathing on the other end of the line Narcissa rubbed, writhed, moaned and groaned. The blonde smirked as the sounds she made were returned by her lover on the other end of the phone. And before they both knew what was happening, they were both at the peak of their climax's.
After a few moments of catching their breaths it was Narcissa who spoke first. "I hope that the sooner you find that vial, the sooner you can come home."
"I'll be home sooner than you think." Hermione promised.
Much later after she had slept, eaten, showered in the afternoon Hermione did reflect on what she was doing. She had gotten so consumed with jealousy when Narcissa so far had even let Blaise escort her to the ball, that she was ready to kill the both of them. It was even a minor insecurity of hers' that Narcissa would stray while she was away. And yet it was her who was inviting someone to the hotel she was staying at.
She dressed in casual clothes. A white tank top and grey cargo pants. Her hair in tied in a loose pony tail. She tried to shake the guilt away. She technically hadn't done anything wrong and it was all for her job. Well, that's what she kept telling herself.