Insert standard disclaimer here.
A/N:
Warning: Lemons ahead. If you don't wish to read it, I will mark where it starts and where it stops; feel free to skip to where it ends.
Battle Music this chapter: Just Communication- Mobile Suit Gundam Wing op. 1
Chapter 5
The Black Raven, the first wedding night, muster.
Hermione looked at her wife as she stood in the drawing room holding the sketch that Narcissa drew up for her. It was a simple design; a Raven on what would probably be a solid background. "The Symbol of our new Clan," Narcissa explained; "The Raven, representing Rowena, and under that I'm thinking either a sword or a helm to represent you."
Hermione looked at her wife and grinned; "I like it; it's simple, like me. But it also gets the point across, don't mess with us."
"I'll get some servants on this right away, if I have your leave," Narcissa smiled and asked.
Hermione blinked, then nodded; "You don't need my leave for that, Narcissa; you can do as you wish."
"Careful, my ' Husband'," Narcissa replied with a smiled and an arched eyebrow; "I might do things that you're not ready for."
"Such as?" Hermione asked, her own eyebrow raised.
Leaning in quickly Narcissa pressed her lips gently to a stunned Hermione's; "That," she replied before walking out of the room leaving a stunned Knightrix in her wake.
The next day Hermione was in the private courtyard of Granger Keep going through her sword forms, her blade whistling as she moved from attack to block to stance to strike. Raven-claw, Feathers falling, Ravens' wings on a breeze, Talons on the wind. So intent was she on her forms she failed to hear the horns calling out a rider. It wasn't until she heard Narcissa's body guards challenge someone that she realized that someone was there.
Turning she saw her wife standing along with someone new. The person was clearly a herald; he was dressed in the light weight leather armor that all heralds seemed to wear. The livery that he wore bore the skull and snake design of the Dark Lord, Hermione's heart sank. As if sensing this, Narcissa went out to meet her husband.
The herald bowed and said in a tone that clearly said that he didn't want to tell them this; "Greetings from the Dark Lord to Lord Granger," standing he gave his message, "I'm here to tell you that your forces are required at the Forbidden Forest in a week's time, we've received word that a sizable Goblin force is on route there."
Hermione blinked; "Goblins" she thought; "Why the hell would Goblins be going there?' she shook her head; "Why the Forbidden Forest? Granted that's near the borders of Magritan, but the King would never allow them to gather forces of any real size. Enough to protect their borders, yes, but not enough to mount an attack." Then another idea struck her: "And why would the Dark Lord care?" she asked the herald. "The only things in that area are the Centaurs, and they've already pledged themselves to King Albus Dumbledore. Why would the Dark Lord care if the Kings' allies were attacked?"
Voldemort apparently already knew this question would be asked and so the herald already had a reply for her; "The Dark Lord says that you'll understand when you get there."
Hermione nodded, and then walked over to a bench to towel off her brow. She was wearing plain leather breeches and a rough spun commoner's tunic, both in shades of tan, while Narcissa was wearing a scarlet dress of a simple design.
Sheathing her sword Hermione turned to the herald; "Very well," she said finally; "I'll be there with five hundred," she paused then asked; "Do you have time to rest and eat something, or do you need to be going soon?"
The herald paused a moment before answering; "Thank you, my Lord, for asking. However, I do need to be riding again at once. The Dark Lord has called for several of his Lords, you among them."
Hermione nodded; "I'll at least provide you with a fresh horse," then added; "Good riding."
As the rider left Hermione looked at Narcissa and two of the solders; "Send out two riders, one to Draco telling him to gather four of the Knights that he would trust and report here at once and the other to the nearby villages calling for supplies. Anything they can spare." Both soldiers bowed and left.
Turning to her wife she sighed; "I'm sorry, Narcissa, that we had only a short time before the war came here."
Narcissa felt herself get a small, rather uncomfortable lump, in her throat; "I know, Hermione."
Hermione studied her a moment; "Voldemort expects me to get you with child in one month's time. I don't know how long I'll be gone, so," she gulped before continuing; "I..."
Before she could continue, Narcissa leaned forward and kissed her gently; "I understand, Hermione. And, while I'll admit I'm curious as to how you'll manage that, I also look forward to it."
"Seriously?" She asked her eyes wide.
Narcissa winked as she noticed someone that she had been looking for coming up to them and simply whispered; "Tonight."
Seeing a shadow to her left Hermione turned and looked that way while putting a hand to her sword hilt. Narcissa gently laid her hand on Hermione's and looked at the young man; "Yes, Master Crabb?"
"Lady Granger," Crabbe replied as he bowed; "I have that special order that you wanted completed."
Narcissa smiled; "Very well, lead on please."
He bowed again and led the way to the armory. As they walked Hermione looked at her wife; "Narcissa, what's going on?"
"Master Crabb is the blacksmith from the nearby village," Narcissa smiled; "he also works as a Master Armorer here at the Keep, since we don't have one."
When they reached the armory, Crabb walked over to a stand that had a cloth thrown over it. As he pulled the cloth from it, Hermione gasped! The stand held an almost exact replica of the armor that she wore when she was captured. Hermione felt a lump form in her throat as she walked over and slowly ran her fingers lightly over the cold steel, tracing the contours of the metal that was shaped to accommodate bits that men didn't have.
"Do you like it?" Narcissa asked and smiled; "I had it ordered right after you survived the Dark Lord's trial."
Hermione turned to her, eyes very wide to keep the tears forming there from falling. "You did?"
Narcissa nodded. "Yes, I did," walking forward she pulled Hermione into a hug; "Think of it as a wedding present, my Husband," and she held her young Knightrix as, for the first time since she was captured, she broke down and cried.
That night, after dinner, Hermione arrived in the bed chambers, already pulling off her night shirt and yawning. She hadn't expected to fall apart when she saw the armor, it surprised her. It surprised her even more to find out just how much she missed her armor, as plain and unadorned and dented as it was.
As she walked into the room, she noticed that Narcissa was already in bed. Narcissa looked at her and blinked her eyes, then smiled. Reaching down under the covers she pulled her night shirt off and dropped it next to the bed, while still being covered by the blankets. "Tonight, Hermione, we consummate our marriage. Tonight, we will do our best to give Draco a sibling."
"Are you sure, Narcissa? Once we do this we can't undo it," she replied simply.
"I have not bedded someone that I felt anything for in years," Narcissa replied with a smile.
Hermione looked at her with wide eyes; "Does that mean that you feel something for me?"
Narcissa smiled and nodded. "Now then, how are you going to make me pregnant?" She asked.
Hermione sighed, closed her eyes and placed her hands together, forming a hand sign that was sacred to Rowena, and known only to the Sisters of the Raven.
-Lemon Start-
As Hermione formed the sign, she chanted something under her breath, and her clit started to become erect and grow until it was the size of an average penis. As she did this, a look of pain flashed across her face, and then she looked at a very shocked looking Narcissa.
"Wow," she said, looking at the follower of Rowena; "I've heard the stories, but wasn't sure if they were true or not."
"Well, this one is true," Hermione replied as she blushed; "We can impregnate members of our own sex," she rubbed her neck; "But, I don't use this blessing often," she blushed even deeper as she added; "In fact, this is the first time since I learned how to that I have."
Narcissa blushed at this, then smiled and threw back the blankets and stood, and for the first time Hermione got a look at her wife: Narcissa's skin was pale and soft looking, her breasts were larger then Hermione's own. Not the same size as Sister Sprout, one of the Sisters who trained Hermione at the Temple. They were just as pale as the rest of her skin, with pale pink nipples and areolas, and looked extremely soft and firm. As Hermione looked down her body she found herself starting to drool as she noticed that her wife had a full, but well-trimmed pubic bush that proved that the coloration of the hair on her head was, indeed, her natural color.
As Hermione looked, her improvised cock became rigid and her breath started to come in rapid gasps. Narcissa smiled, then sat on the bed and motioned to Hermione to come to her. She crawled onto the bed with her rapidly and as they pulled the blankets over themselves they began kissing deeply. Narcissa reached a hand up to palm Hermione's breast, and elicited a light moan from the younger woman, Hermione returned the favor, cupping the heavier breast in her surprisingly strong hand.
After several minutes of this, Narcissa rolled onto her back and whispered "Please, Hermione, it's been far too long, please put it in me." Hermione smiled and rolled on top of her wife. They both moaned deeply as Hermione's cock sank deep into Narcissa's surprisingly tight but extremely wet pussy. Without pausing they started to rock, Hermione thrusting into her on instinct while Narcissa rocked her hips to match the pace set by her husband.
Neither of them lasted long at all, it had simply been too long for both of them. What Narcissa didn't tell Hermione was that it had been over two years since Lucius had touched her, while it had been nearly nine months since Hermione had been with anyone herself. After almost twenty minutes of fast, rough sex, both of them cried out as they came together, Hermione feeling the ejaculation through her cock that would carry her DNA into the other woman, making her pregnant with the blessings of Rowena.
Clutching each other tightly, they both wept slightly in relief as they fell asleep in each other's arms for the first time as "Husband and wife."
-Lemon ends-
Two days later Hermione stood in front of a small army, five hundred men and women strong standing in five ranks of one hundred each. Before each rank stood a Knight or Knightrix, and in the center stood Draco. Hermione smiled at him, then nodded; "This will have to do," she thought. Without pausing for a moment after her inspection she barked; "Mount up!" and the six horses that were being held by the stable hands were brought out to them.
As Hermione mounted her horse, Narcissa walked out to meet them. She was dressed in a woolen dress that was died a deep, navy blue, and carried in her hands a long pole with one end wrapped in fabric. "Hermione, My Lord," she said, a smile playing on her lips; "The seamstress has finished with this. Would you care to see it?"
Hermione smiled and nodded; "Yes, My Lady Narcissa, I would care to see the banner under which my men will march." They were playing it up for the crowed, and both of them knew it, being extra formal for their sakes, although both of them had felt a rush of desire as they saw one another now and had ever since their first night together.
Narcissa smiled and pulled one end of a knotted string that held the banner closed and unveiled the new banner of Clan Granger. As she did so Hermione caught her breath. It was beautiful!
The Banner was a field of dark sapphire blue, in the center was a black raven holding a golden sword and under it was three peacock feathers symbolizing Clan Malfoy. Hermione smiled and took the banner and called; "Soldiers of Clan Granger! This is the banner that you will fight under! Who will carry it to war?"
A/N: Ohhhh, a cliffhanger! I know, I'm evil aren't I?