Black Magic Woman Chapter Eleven
A/N: This chapter skips…you will all know what I'm on about when you read it. And sorry if its shit.
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"In an emotional mist, she breathes in fog"
Terence Trent D'arby
Draco woke feeling groggy and disorientated. He sighed and closed his eyes again for a few seconds and then opened them. He looked around the room he was in and for a moment thought that he was in Malfoy Manor. The titles of the books however, definitely were a sign that he wasn't in Malfoy Manor. How in the hell could I end up asleep on someone's love seat in a library that even was home to Withering Heights? He thought.
As he rubbed his eyes his memory came flooding back about his capture, his mother's rape and Harry and Ginny saving them. Then he remembered the last place he was at was Hermione's having a glass of fire whiskey in the living room. He must have grown tired and his mother led him to that room where he slept. He stretched his long limbs and stood he hastily made his way into the kitchen for a glass of water.
As Draco made his way through Hermione's flat he could hear the kettle boiling in the kitchen. He was in the living room and couldn't believe that someone as passionate as the Granger he knew, did not have any memorabilia of the war or even any photos of her family. In all, the flat barring the library had no life to it what so ever. She must have changed after the war? He thought. The sound of the kettle boiling led Draco to the kitchen.
He found his mother standing at the bench top. With her back facing him as she made her tea, Draco really looked at his mother. Her long blonde hair hung free over her shoulders, she was as thin as he had ever seen her before. Use to seeing his mother dressed immaculately, Draco was caught off guard to see her in a navy blue robe. When he was child he never saw her dressed in anything less than a dress, even on the days she never went anywhere.
"We need to talk son."
Draco jumped a little. "How did you know I was here?"
"Even the dead could have heard you thumping through the house." Narcissa said turning to face him and held up an extra cup. "Tea?"
Draco nodded.
Once she had made a pot of tea they settled at the kitchen table. Draco fiddled with the collar of his shirt like a school boy who was about to get a grilling. He even shifted in his seat a couple of times, Narcissa noticed his nervousness and gestured for him to drink his tea.
"What do we need to talk about mother?" He asked warily. "You already made it clear that you don't want him to be persecuted over what he done."
"I know, that's something I'm prepared to live with." Narcissa said calmly. She sighed and looked at her son seriously. "There was something I never told you when Harry and I first come to visit."
Draco took a sip of his tea and tried his best not to wince. The pot his mother made had absolutely no sugar in it. He had a sweet tooth even though he was a doctor, his blood sugar levels were unnecessarily high. It was just a good thing that he decided not to become a general practitioner. After he swallowed the offending tea, he rested his elbows on the table. "After what we've been through in the past twenty four hours I don't think you need to act like your telling me your HIV positive."
"No I am not HIV positive, whatever that is." Narcissa replied dryly.
Draco tried not to smile especially after what his mother had been through. Whatever she had to tell him sounded as though it was serious.
"Then what is it you have to tell me." Draco pried.
"As I told you, Hermione was influential in my divorce to your father." Narcissa began hesitantly. "And she even helped me pack when I left Malfoy Manor and settle when I booked a room at the Three Broomsticks."
There were a few moments of silence. Draco really hadn't touched his tea but really didn't want to offend his mother so he hid a cringe and took another sip.
"But from the time she came to the Manor to collect your father's relics, I found myself attracted to her." Narcissa bit her lip and then quickly released it. It was pretty much out now she saw little point in holding anything back from Draco. "We are now together."
"As in together together?" Draco asked with raised eyebrows.
"Yes we are an item." Narcissa answered worriedly.
Draco sat back in his chair and let the information absorb. Little did he realise his mother's composure betrayed the bundle of nerves prancing around inside her. He was way too lost in his own thoughts. There were so many questions he had for his mother and he thought about raising them. What the heck did he have to lose? He asked himself. If he and his mother were to have a proper relationship, then he concluded that they could no longer take things as face value and be ignorant about the rest of it.
"Ok, so you are with Hermione Granger. A woman who is twenty something years you're junior. She was a girl who fought on the opposite side of the war as us. She is the very being that we.." Draco pointed to his mother and then at himself. "Were taught to despise because of her blood. She is the smartest witch of her age and should have married Ron Weasley or even Harry. But instead she is with you."
Narcissa didn't like where Draco's speech was heading and it felt like her fear was coming to reality. Her hands began to shake and her tea threatened to spill from her cup. She knew that Draco may not exactly like her being with Hermione or any other woman for that matter, a small part of her just hoped that he would accept it.
"And to top it off, she's an honest almost perfect person, well I'm going off what she was like at Hogwarts." Draco carried on. "Don't ask me what I think about you ending up in a lesbian relationship. But I will tell you this Mother, as a person, Granger is the best thing for you because she is the complete opposite."
Narcissa heard her son's last words and her head snapped up.
"And if she makes you happy then I am really in position to argue, judge or even look down on you." Draco finished with a smile.
"Thank you son." Narcissa whispered. "You have no idea how much that means to me."
Draco gave her a small reassuring smile. It was definitely a week he would remember for the rest of his life. After six years his estranged mother finds him, his father kidnaps him, the very next day his mother was raped by him and they get save by his former arch nemesis Harry Potter. And then to top it off he falls asleep in Hermione Granger's library and awakes to find out that his mother is in a relationship with the bushy haired girl he use to bully.
"So where is Hermione?" Draco queried.
"She is in South America on a mission." Narcissa answered and then continued to talk. "She has been away for a month with very little progress in what she was sent there to find."
"I bet you can't wait to have her back." Draco mused.
"You have no idea."
It had been a few days since the incident at the Manor and Narcissa wasn't coping very well. After Draco had left she broke into small pieces. She went into the routine of crying endlessly and then drinking when she did not have any tears to wipe away. Draco and Ginny would call her and of course Narcissa, who spent decades of her life acting, would go into the character she was famous for of the ice queen. They would ask if she was alright or if she needed anything or even if she just wanted to talk and she would reply that she was absolutely fine and they would buy her excuse. So as far as they were concerned, she was not the emotional mess she really was.
Hermione also had tried to call her but the blonde couldn't bear to answer the phone in the fear that she would sob and beg Hermione to come home. In Narcissa's eyes, Hermione did not need to be concerned about her. The blonde had figured that Hthe brunette may have another month in South America and that would give her time to get over what Lucius done to her, so that no cover would be blown when the brunette did arrived home.
Hermione dumped her bag on the floor as soon as she entered her flat. She saw little point in handing the vial over to Kingsley right away. She actually didn't really care, she just wanted to see Narcissa. The brunette hadn't heard from the blonde in over a week. Narcissa had made no attempt to call her, or even answer the phone even when she tried to call. Worriedly she first checked the kitchen, then the living room. It was still early in the morning so she smiled and went to enter the bedroom. That smile quickly vanished when she found the room empty. The bed was neatly made and there were no signs that the blonde had even been there at all.
Hermione nervously ran her fingers through her hair and grimaced when they got tangled in her curls. She yanked her hand free and headed toward the bathroom. All sorts of ideas were running through her mind. Had Narcissa gone to live with Draco? Could she not bare the gossip and stares at being in a relationship with another woman? All those ideas faded when she walked past the spare room and caught a glimpse of long blonde hair. She retracted her steps and stood at the door way.
Narcissa was staring out the window and by Hermione's observations, she was caught in her own thoughts. She must have been that far into her thoughts that she didn't hear the brunette stomping around the flat.
Hermione just watched in awe of Narcissa's profile. She didn't know how much she had missed her until then. Narcissa was wearing her navy blue bath robe, it made a stunning contrast to her long blonde hair. Her thin arms were wrapped around herself. She would not have to hold herself any longer, Hermione thought.
"I'm back Cissy." She said softly as she stepped into the room.
Narcissa jumped and turned to the voice.
For the second time that morning a smile was wiped of Hermione's face at the sight she saw. She frowned and rushed forward.
Narcissa stood stock still.
"What is the matter?" Hermione whispered as she got closer to a tear covered Narcissa.
Narcissa shook her head and threw her arms around Hermione. The silence of her tears turned into sobs. Hermione wrapped her arms around Narcissa's waist, her frown deepening. Narcissa continued to sob into the crook of Hermione's neck.
"What happened Cissy?" Hermione whispered as if they were in a crowded room and trying to have a private moment.
Brought back by the memories of what Lucius done to her, Narcissa leant harder into Hermione and sobbed even more. She wanted to lose herself in the brunette so that she didn't have to cope with the vial images of what happened.
Her chin now resting on the top of the blonde's head, Hermione pressed on. "What happened? You can tell me you know."
"I….I've..jjust…missed..y..you..so..m..much" Narcissa sobbed into Hermione's neck. Though it was the truth it was not the real reason why she was crying, she just couldn't bring herself to tell Hermione what had happened. "P..Please..Don't…Ever…Leave..Me..Again."
Hermione pulled away and cradled Narcissa's head in her hands. She used the sleeve of her sweater to wipe the tears away from the blonde's face. Deep down Hermione didn't buy Narcissa's excuse because she knew the blonde was a strong woman nothing even her own divorce could rattle her blonde, but on the surface she accepted it. Whatever was bothering her blonde would eventually come out, Hermione concluded it was just a matter of time.
"I promise to never leave you again." Hermione whispered and smiled warily. She kissed the blonde's forehead. "This isn't the reunion I thought I'd get."
Hermione began to caress Narcissa's cheek. Even in a state of distress Narcissa still made a beautiful picture. She went to place a hand on the blonde's waist and became concerned when Narcissa flinched and stepped back.
"Are you sure you are fine?" Hermione asked concern laced in her voice.
"Yes." Narcissa lied to the very person she should not have had to. She closed the distance she had initially made by throwing her arms around Hermione's neck. "You will never know how much of a relief it is to have you home."
"I have no intention of going anywhere else any time soon." Hermione frowned. Her hands again found the restricted place of Narcissa's waist, this time the blonde flinched again but did not back away.