A/N: I know its been a while and there aren't any excuses really. BTW this chapter is about as fresh as they come and it hasn't been edited. Sorry in advance for any errors but I hope you enjoy :)
Once Hermione had reached the bar Camilla decided to speak first. Of all the women, she thought Hermione would be with someone a lot similar to her own age than Narcissa Malfoy. This woman was old enough to be her mother. Did she not have a son around the same age as Hermione? Did she not have morals? Camilla was disgusted and she voiced it. "You seem awfully happy for someone who should be grieving."
"You seem awfully over-dressed for meeting at a pub. Perhaps that's why you are still single." Narcissa's voice was just as cold as her eyes. She wasn't going to waste her time by the usual formal pleasantries when this pureblood was nothing more than a hindrance that annoyed her more than Hermione couldn't stand Blaise.
"Perhaps you are just too old to realise that you are with someone who is far less reserved than you." Camilla bravely threw at the older pureblood. She nodded over to the bar where Hermione was standing talking to the bar maid. "I do not understand what she sees in you. You're overused. Probably just a phase for her won't be long and she'd get tired of you."
"And you think you will be a better match for her?" Narcissa asked sharply. She was surprised at her patience. She wanted to reach inside her purse and hex the woman into an oblivion of insanity.
"I know I am. She's probably only with you because she feels sorry for you." Camilla retorted. She took a long sip of her drink. This was absolutely ludicrous, it had to be some stupid joke. How could have Hermione resisted her in Guatemala for this old witch? There had to be some love potion that this Narcissa was feeding Hermione, there was no other way to explain it. Absolutely none.
"No, I'll tell you why she's with me and why she will never be yours." Narcissa tried in vain to suppress the primal need erupting in her, for she wanted nothing more but to reach across the table and rip Camilla's long glossy dark hair out by the roots. She was not grateful for their venue in meeting, had it been more private she would have made sure Camilla left never being the same girl she always was. "She's mine."
Camilla laughed. "So far she is, but not for long."
"I wasn't very clear at first, so I'll explain it more simply for you." Narcissa spoke as though she was talking to a house elf. It was the tone she used when she commanded and demanded the utmost respect. "Hermione will never go to you because she can't look pass me, I'm sure you saw that when I arrived. You think that you could have a good chance with her then think again. It will always be me who will be the only one that will ever get to taste her, to touch without restrain, to tease her senseless, to drive her wild, to fuck her in so many ways the only name she will remember is Narcissa."
Camilla gasped.
"I am the only one to drive her beyond being insanely mad but in the depths of it, she is still able to recognise that she loves me. I am the only one that will ever know what and who Hermione Granger really is. I am her weakness, her vulnerability, her strength, I am everything." Narcissa carried on strongly. "That is ownership and that is why you will never have a chance in hell with her."
Narcissa smirked as Camilla sullenly sagged back in her seat. She still wasn't satisfied, she still hadn't achieved what she had set out to do. To add a more singeing effect Narcissa added; "She is probably conjuring up a way on how she is going to have me tonight."
You two still haven't spoken?" Hermione asked when she returned to the table. She set down a full wine glass in front of Narcissa. "A glass of Riesling for you, they didn't have much of a great selection."
Hermione also didn't add that when she got Narcissa home and away from the many prying eyes, she was going to kiss the living hell out of the blonde and the Riesling was only going to make it sweeter.
Narcissa smiled at Hermione while the brunette sat down, she gave her a teasing smile, one where their eyes held for long moments. She raised the glass to her lips, Hermione knew that she was not very fond of sweet wine, but Narcissa understood the game. Just before the glass met her lips Narcissa made sure she spoke loud enough for Camilla to hear her say, "And choosing the sweetest obviously meant that not only one set of lips isn't going to be devoured tonight."
Hermione held Narcissa's teasing gaze as the blonde tipped her glass back and said with her eyes, "You are going to get it so bad when we get home." The brunette was still staring intently when Narcissa place her wine glass down again. It was taking every ounce of strength she possessed not to haul Narcissa onto their table and fuck her senseless.
Luckily for Hermione, her seat was close to Narcissa, it made it easier for her to reach her hand under the table and trace small circles on Narcissa's inner thigh. If Narcissa was going to tease her mercilessly, she was going to give it back. She smirked at her Butterbeer when she felt the blonde quiver at the initial contact.
Narcissa scanned the pub and found no one watching them, or particularity watching Hermione's hand make its way up her skirt. Just to be safe she wordlessly produced a clothing concealment and a re-adjustable charms. One could never be so sure, and she didn't want to end up in the Daily Prophet or be the subject of gossip. She could already see the headlines it would make; 'GRANGER THE SNAKE IN NARCISSA BLACK'S SKIRT', or 'THE ELITE FROLIKING IN A PUB WITH A MUGGLEBORN?' As for the gossip, well, since her divorce, she could certainly handle that. Could Hermione? She asked herself.
"Neither of you answered my question." Hermione murmured. Her fingers had begun to make larger circles, creeping further up the inside of the blonde's thigh.
"Oh, what was that?" Camilla asked politely trying to get Hermione's full attention from across the table. Narcissa definitely was skilled in distracting Hermione, Camilla would give her that. The blonde held her age well and she was a very beautiful witch. A beautiful cold witch that could instantly change into a very sultry querida and stop Hermione in whatever it was she was doing previously and just stare at the blonde in heated passion. Perhaps this blonde had that from the experience of seducing younger people.
"You two still haven't spoken?" Hermione gently pressed down on Narcissa's skin. The blonde took the hint and spread her legs wider to give the brunette more access. Hermione tried not to look sideways at Narcissa, but she could see the blonde in her peripheral vision, Narcissa looked…contained. That's about to change
"We have." Camilla answered evenly. This was good, Narcissa was not talking and Hermione was not distracted. The young English witch's attention was on her. Camilla knew she needed the opportunity, it would be even better if Narcissa excused herself and went to the bathroom.
"Oh, what about?" Hermione's fingers were nearly at the apex of Narcissa's thighs. She was expecting the olive witch to answer.
"Ownership." Narcissa's thigh twitched.
"Oh," Hermione smiled at Camilla while her fingers found Narcissa's panties. Narcissa's silk panties to be more precise. She ran her fingers over the silky covered womanhood that belonged to her blonde, but kept talking as if nothing was going on. "A very interesting subject."
"Yes." Camilla agreed wanly. She felt as though the moment was ruined. Still, at least Hermione's eyes were still on her, for now.
"One I think, that did deserve to be addressed." Narcissa said in a cool tone. Inside there was an inferno raging in her. This is a dangerous game, a very dangerous game.
"You're thoughts are yours" Camilla retorted. Why could this witch not get away?
"But voicing them certainly broadened your horizons." Narcissa deadpanned unaware of the thoughts churning inside Camilla's head or own mind was asking questions; Why are we still here?
"Hmmmm." Hermione didn't know what to think. Camilla and Narcissa were still eyeing each other up. She wasn't dumb, she knew that they were talking about her. Still running her fingers over Narcissa, she found the blonde's pleasure spot and rubbed it hard. The movement caused the blonde to abruptly lean forward. "Ownership and being possessed, I feel are pretty much the same thing."
"Oh why?" Camilla tilted her head to the side. She really wanted to know where Hermione stood amongst all this. Maybe they could talk properly even with the old hag at the table.
"In relationships, when one can't function in all facets of their life without their significant other." Hermione smiled again at Camilla while her fingers moved with more pressure along Narcissa's womanhood. Hermione could feel the blonde's thighs squeezing together as she carried on, "When one can't turn away from the things that were always ignored. When one can still see their significant other standout like a beacon of light at the end of a long tunnel of anger and hurt." Hermione paused for a moment.
Narcissa was finding it increasingly difficult to hide the loud moans that were threatening to escape her mouth. She wanted to give in and grind against Hermione's fingers, right here, in the middle of the Three Broomsticks, right in front of the olive woman who wanted to take her young Gryffindor for herself.
"Then you know you are owned or possessed." Hermione's fingers were now damp. The pads of her fingertips were easily clinging on Narcissa's silk panties. She took her fingers to the outer of Narcissa's womanhood, giving the older witch a moment of reprieve. That was until she began to massage the outer length of the blonde's womanhood. It was only by memory that Hermione remembered Narcissa loved it. More precisely it was the morning she left for Guatemala, she remembered Narcissa's saying that it was a subtle pleasure that would grow intense and then blind her in ecstasy. The clitoris is sensitive at times direct touch gives too much pressure ultimately dulling the effect of the orgasm, Hermione remembered the blonde explaining. She suppressed a smile by continuing to talk to Camilla. "Sometimes it just creeps up on you, catching you in a moment. Then you realise your actions, your behaviour becomes everything about your significant other."
Camilla tried to laugh it off and she joked, 'And that is what happened with you?"
"That's exactly what happened with me." Hermione said seriously to Camilla but her eyes were on Narcissa. In an initial glance, Narcissa looked calm and composed. But Hermione saw the slight tremor those red lips were having on their own not being able to be held prisoner by Narcissa's teeth. She saw the blonde's pulse fluttering rapidly on Narcissa's pale suprasternal notch as she dragged her eyes along the column of the blonde's throat. Her fingers kept massaging, teasing.
"Uh…Hermione." Camilla interrupted the moment earning a sharp glare from Narcissa.
"Yes." Hermione focused on Camilla again while her fingers drove Narcissa on the brink of insanity.
"It is time for me to leave." Camilla said with her purse in hand.
Hermione made one last hard rub with the blonde's womanhood, making Narcissa squeeze her thighs together hard locking the brunette's hand in place. When Narcissa let go, Hermione retracted her hand and stood. It took a few deep calming breaths before Narcissa rose next to Hermione.
"Narcissa." Camilla nodded in defeat.
"Camilla." Narcissa smirked.
The olive woman held her hand out to Hermione, Narcissa eyes almost widened when she saw Hermione hold out the same hand that had been up her skirt to shake Camilla's hand. Then as if it were the most humourist thing she had ever seen she tried to stifle down her laughter as she saw Hermione's juice coated fingers touch Camilla's hand. She wanted to laugh because, even then, she was still between them, still all over Hermione.
They were all over each other before they could even put their wands away. They both fought for dominance as their tongues duelled, their hands running wildly over each other's bodies, searching, claiming, seizing. Narcissa found her hands tangled in Hermione's dark curls, she was sucking on the brunette's upper lip, the skirt hitched up and her leg wrapped around Hermione's waist, she was grinding into the belt holding Hermione's cargo pants. They were like this for only Merlin would know how long. Making out, grinding, touching and more making out.
Still latched to each other Hermione walked backward towards their bedroom. Who would have thought their journey to the bedroom would have been layered with obstacles. Hermione's hamstring bumped into the arm of the couch as she walked backward. Narcissa, well Hermione's grey pencil got caught on the living room door handle that was not fully open. Hermione swung them around and opened her eyes to see where she was going. She tried to stop momentarily to lead Narcissa back to their bedroom but the blonde grasp her head between her hands and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Uh…" Hermione tried to break away again but her bottom lip was caught between Narcissa's teeth. She gave up and continued to stumble their way to the bedroom.
Tactics changed as soon as they entered the bedroom. Narcissa shoved Hermione against the door slamming it shut. She opened her eyes to find a wide brown pair watching in alarm. She un-wrapped her leg from Hermione's waist while her tongue still devoured the brunette's mouth. Hermione tried to walk them toward the bed, where she could get the blonde laying down but Narcissa planted her heeled feet solidly to the ground and made a stand.
When Hermione realised that Narcissa wanted to stay standing she tried to turn them around and regain some sort of dominance. Yet again the blonde denied her by trapping her even more securely between her pale supple body and the door. The blonde ripped her mouth away from their ferocious kiss and stared at Hermione, the brunette's mouth covered in smudged red lipstick, panting in heavy breaths Narcissa spoke; "I want you."
Hermione held Narcissa by the hips breathing heavily she said; "I want you too, right now, actually. That little stunt you just pulled at the pub didn't go unnoticed."
"I don't think you understood what I was trying to say.' Narcissa whispered intently. She then began a long wet rail of open mouth kisses along Hermione's neckline down to chest. "You are mine." She suckled. "All of mine. "
Hermione had begun to shudder at the onslaught and pulled the blonde off her chest. "I…know.." She whispered back in between heavy pants. "That..I'm..your's"
"Do you?" Narcissa raised an eyebrow while her fingers undid Hermione's belt and then proceeded to unbutton her cargo pants.
"Yesss…" Hermione hissed as Narcissa's hand slipped into her panties.
Narcissa leaned forward and grazed her lips on Hermione's neck before she whispered; "Then I'm going to show you just how much I own you."
Hermione kicked her boots off while Narcissa pulled her cargo pants and panties down her legs. The blonde sunk to her knees as Hermione stepped out of the pants. Tossing the pant to the side bit her lip looking at Hermione's womanhood. She inhaled and savoured the brunette's sent.
"You are killing me." Hermione groaned out. She looked down through her lashes at the blonde. Narcissa was still, her eyes eating the brunette to the core.
"I've heard it is better to do so very slowly but that's not what I have planned for you. Let this be a lesson to you why you will never ever look past me." Narcissa growled before taking Hermione in her hot wet mouth.
Her hips arched forward into Narcissa's mouth. Hermione made mewling sounds loud enough to wake her neighbours. Narcissa didn't hold back either, setting her own pace of sucking and licking around the brunette's mound.
"Uhhh…Oh…God!" Hermione almost shouted. She was so lost. She couldn't even think. Narcissa had just bombarded her mind clear of everything and rendering her to nothing but a bucking loud woman. She could only feel, the way Narcissa's tongue flicked around her and the blonde's increasing suction. Then the blonde moved her mouth off her.
"Whhh…What's-" Hermione gasped.
"It should be 'oh Narcissa' not 'oh god'." The blonde said sternly.
Hermione arched her hips demandingly toward the blonde's mouth. She looked down into those teasing blue eyes and said; "Keep doing me like that and I'll scream your entire name out."
The blonde did not move forward and take claim, she merely smirked. When the brunette arched her hips toward her even more, the blonde relented by swirling her tongue around Hermione's folds. And in between long saucy licks the blonde said; "Can't. Distract. Me. Now. Can. You?"
Hermione gritted her teeth.
Narcissa continued to tease the brunette.
After a few moments Narcissa could hear Hermione's low rumbling growl.
"Impatience is more my trait, darling." The blonde teased. She raised her eyes and found Hermione looking very, very turned on.
"Just hurry up and fuck me." Hermione wanted to yell.
Narcissa raised an eyebrow. "Or what you'd go running to Camilla to get off?"
Hermione held Narcissa's head with her hands and forced the blonde to look up at her.
"Stop teasing me Narcissa." Hermione warned. She then continued knowing exactly by then what her blonde wanted her to say. "Either have your dirty way with me and reduce me to nothing but a fucking mess by teasing me. Or own me completely knowing that I have never been so damn wet in my life for someone and that's you."
Before Hermione could even breathe the blonde took her greedily back into her mouth. This time Narcissa was relentless in her ministrations. Hermione quickly was swept away to just a woman who could feel all sorts of delicious things all at once. And then there were the sounds coming from the older witch. The moans of hunger, that made Hermione throw her head back against the door and grind even harder into the blonde's mouth.
It was too much. Way too much.
"Ahhh….Fuck…Cissa!" Hermione mewed.
Then she exploded seeing nothing but feeling too many sensations all at the same time.
It took a while for Hermione to come to her senses. It was a miracle that she didn't collapse on top of the blonde. Her legs felt like jelly, her entire body felt like jelly. She took a few deep breaths to fully orientate herself.
"Will I be needing to admit you into St. Mungos?"
Hermione looked down. Narcissa's eyes were teasing, the blonde's lower half of her face was smudged from the lipstick but also glistened with Hermione's juices. The brunette didn't reply.
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The blonde knew she was down for the count. She could see the hunger in those brown eyes. Narcissa felt empowered. She knew Hermione wouldn't start anything without her having to goad her. So the blonde continued to tease by sweetly asking; "Clean me up."
Hermione didn't know if it was a groan or sob she let out before she lowered down on to the floor. But she did know that she growled before she took the blonde's lips hungrily between her own. She sucked and licked her own juices off Narcissa's mouth, knowing the blonde was enjoying it immensely only made the taste of herself sweeter.
Narcissa broke away. Brown eyes staring hungrily at her.
"Should we move to the bed?" A sudden nervousness crept into her voice. Narcissa wanted Hermione to stop looking at her the way she was. It was as if she were some morsel of food that brunette was ready to devour. When the brunette did not answer Narcissa shuddered inwardly at how desired Hermione was making her feel.
The blonde stood awkwardly at first, Hermione joined her, grabbed her by the hand and led her toward the bed.
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Narcissa should have been stunned that Hermione didn't maul her, but somehow she wasn't. She saw the change in Hermione's eyes as she let the younger witch strip the clothes off her, how much they had softened. And she was grateful.
They kissed gently as the brunette freed Narcissa's hair from the roll. Long blonde strands cascaded down her naked back as Hermione pressed her down on to the bed. Hermione took possession of Narcissa in a way the blonde had never expected. The brunette kept her kisses gentle, and even though her touch was light, Narcissa felt it everywhere. One moment Hermione's hands would be in her hair and then she would felt light finger tips grazing her hip. The next she would feel her nipples being hardened by them. Then her thighs taken possession by them as Hermione wrapped them around her waist. It was overwhelming.
Hermione broke the kiss, leant up on her elbows. Narcissa's eyes fluttered open.
"I love you." Hermione whispered.
"I love you too." Narcissa whispered back.
Still hovering above the blonde, Hermione grinded her pelvis into Narcissa's womanhood. The movement caused the blonde to not only groan in pleasure but eagerly jerk her hips up awaiting the next grind. Hermione leaned down peppering kisses along her jaw line and then back up again toward the cleft of her chin.
The brunette continued to move her hips in long slow grinds.
Narcissa's senses were reeling. How could it feel so good, with so little contact? All she knew was, this was the first time they had tried that position and it certainly would not be the last. Then Hermione seemed to make it even more impossible to bare by sucking on her neck, while those hips done her.
Hermione could hear her muffled moans and stopped. Her hips kept moving when she raised her head. She looked down and what she saw on Narcissa's face wasn't enough for her. It wasn't that the blonde's eyes were closed. It was the fact that she was biting her lip. Suppressing her moans. Holding herself back.
"Cissa." Hermione whispered
"Hmmm?"
"Look at me."
Blue eyes opened and met a very angry pair of brown.
"Stop biting your lip." Hermione said sternly. Her hips still moving in a slow rhythm. "I want you to let go."
Narcissa had no choice but to release her lip and ground out aloud when Hermione grinded harder into her.
Hermione was rewarded with loud groans of pleasure as she made love to her witch. The volume increased as she reached her peak. Hermione watched with utter satisfaction as Narcissa's blue eyes rolled back as she chased wave after wave in her climax.
They kissed gently, both content and sated. Hermione moved off Narcissa and on to her back. The blonde rolled on her back facing Hermione. They weren't touching, somehow they didn't have to. They just enjoyed a few moments of silence before Narcissa broke it. "Perhaps I should wear your clothes in public more often."
Hermione laughed. "I won't be held responsible for my actions if we get caught next time."
Narcissa giggled. "You will just have to learn to keep your hands to yourself."
Hermione rolled the older witch on top of her, she smiled at the small squeal that left Narcissa's mouth. She looked up at the blonde and knew just then, in that moment everything was going to be fine.