Narcissa sat on their bed in the Shrieking Shack, nervously running her hands over her baby bump. Hermione hadn't seen her since she turned into a living, walking ball and she was anxious for her reaction. People always said pregnant women were beautiful and glowing, but for Narcissa, that sounded like pure and utter bullshit. She felt ugly and greasy most of the time now.
"Narcissa?" Hermione's voice finally called out to her and she quickly – as quickly as she could at least – got up from the bed to take her into her arms as soon as she laid eyes on her.
"Hermione," Narcissa wrapped herself around the younger woman, holding onto her like a life vest. Tears forced their way out of her eyes and she silently cursed those damned pregnancy hormones to hell and back.
"Hey, are you crying?" Hermione asked softly, wiping the tears away with her thumb.
"It's nothing, I promise," Narcissa half sobbed, half laughed. "It's the hormones. I swear they are turning me into a crazy, crying mess."
"A beautiful mess," the brunette smiled before drawing her back in for a sweet kiss. "I missed you so much," she said, looking the blonde over. "I hate that I miss all of this," she gestured at Narcissa's developing baby bump.
"Your mother ordered a book for me, you know?" Narcissa tried to cheer her girlfriend up. "She spoke to someone on her phone and two days later, a parcel sat in front of the gates. I didn't think the Muggle post even knew where to find our house."
"What book is it?"
"It's called 'What to expect when you're expecting'," Narcissa ran a hand through Hermione's wild mane of untamed brown curls. "It says that she can hear our voices now and that she's starting to open her eyes. Did you know that?"
Hermione merely shook her head, glancing at Narcissa's belly with utter fascination. "She can hear us?"
"That's what the book says."
Smiling, Hermione pushed Narcissa backwards and pushed her to sit down on the bed before she squatted down in front of her. Silently, she begged Narcissa with her eyes to remove her shirt and happily moved her hands to the woman's sides as soon as the shirt was off. She lovingly traced the scar on her right, now all that remained from the terrible splinching accident. "You've grown even more beautiful in the month I haven't seen you," Hermione whispered with admiration, gently peppering the scar tissue with feather light kisses.
"I highly doubt that," Narcissa grumbled, taking in her protruding navel and the silvery scar.
"But it's the truth," Hermione looked up and into Narcissa's eyes, practically ordering her to believe her. "You are the most beautiful woman on this planet."
"Now that, my dear, is a lie," Narcissa lightly chuckled, feeling better already.
"Not for me." Hermione moved her attention back to the cute bump and placed a soft kiss just shy of her girlfriend's belly button before placing her hands where her lips had been. "Hello little one," she whispered. "Your mama said you can hear us now. I'm your other mommy. And I love you both very much and can't wait to finally meet you. Be good for your mama, will you?"
Narcissa felt a small flutter in her stomach and looked down at Hermione, surprised at seeing her looking back at her already. "Was that?"
"A kick…"
"She's never done that before," Narcissa smiled, cupping Hermione's face. "She's been waiting for you to be with us."
A while later both women were lying on the bed next to each other, Hermione tracing lazy circles on Narcissa's exposed stomach. Their daughter had eventually gone back to sleep – after what felt like hundreds of kicks to Narcissa – and now they were simply enjoying being close to each other.
"Do you remember the second letter I sent to you?"
Narcissa sleepily looked at Hermione, a smirk appearing on her face. "How could I ever forget that one?"
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A little over 2 years ago
"Dear Ms. Black,
I've pondered many hours on whether to write and send this letter or not. As you're hopefully reading this right now, you can take a guess at my decision.
As I'm sure you've heard, our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher is one Dolores Umbridge. She insists on only teaching us theory and I was wondering if you would be up to teach me a few basics useful for dueling and defending myself? You're the first one who came to my mind – the wandless magic was rather impressive.
Hermione Granger."
Narcissa smiled as she put the girl's letter down. It was – among her own curiosity – the fact that she'd called her 'Ms. Black' that had moved her to agree to their first meeting last Christmas. Now, the girl had deliberately done it again and Narcissa couldn't help the smirk that curled up her lips. It was a nice change from being 'Mrs. Malfoy' and the thought of how Lucius would react if he ever saw this was enough to considerably brighten her day.
Now to the matter at hand though. Did she want to teach the girl a few of her tricks? And if she decided to do it, where would they meet? The girl wasn't old enough to practice magic outside of Hogwarts and it wasn't like there was a way she could get onto school grounds undetected – Hogwarts' wards were the strongest known of by all wizarding kind. Not even Durmstrang could hope to compete.
She was about to reply in the negative, when she remembered something, a loophole in Hogwarts' security. The tunnel beneath the Whomping Willow that led right to Hogsmeade and ended inside of the Shrieking Shack.
Smirking, she moved her quill to the piece of parchment.
"Dear Ms. Granger,
I have decided to teach you. Meet me at the Black Lake on Friday, be there by midnight.
NB"
She would find a reason for herself to be on the castle grounds – maybe she would go and visit Severus, have a drink with him or two – and simply wouldn't leave afterwards, instead waiting for the Gryffindor. From Draco she knew of the incident during the student's third year but she wasn't sure whether the girl knew how to momentarily immobilize the Whomping Willow or not. And she'd rather not write about it in a letter. After all, one never knew who might be intercepting them.
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Present
"And do you also remember how long it took me to finally seduce you?"
"Quite some time, my little witch," Narcissa admitted, studying Hermione's beautiful features as she traced a finger along her cheekbone. "But you have to see it from my perspective. You were way too young for me – still are actually – a minor even. And I thought you were just curious, not that I minded, but I was – and am – not the material for a first time lover-"
"I quite disagree," Hermione lovingly interrupted the blonde, looking deeply into Narcissa's blue eyes. "It was perfect."
"If you say so." Narcissa couldn't help but smirk self-contentedly. "I'm glad I gave in to your advances in the end."
Both of them had equally happy smiles on their faces as they remembered the first time they'd made love.
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About a year ago.
Hermione's frustration with the blonde Pureblood was rapidly rising to a new high. Narcissa Malfoy – or Black how she preferred to call the witch in her mind as well as their letters – and herself had been training together for almost a whole year now. Just three days ago, Hermione had turned 16. 17, if she took into account the year she'd 'lost' using the time turner. In the Wizarding World this now legally made her an adult. An adult that could engage in any romantic relationship she wished to. However, the object of her desires and affections was either not interested in taking their relationship to another level or, which Hermione hoped it was, simply blind to her advances.
Her entire body was itching with want and she barely managed to control herself and not just pounce on the older witch these days.
So when they were dueling each other in the close confines of the Shrieking Shack one late September night, what had been a long time coming finally happened.
Hermione's frustration influenced the ferocity with which she cast her spells. Both witches had flushed cheeks and were breathing rapidly. One moment they were firing spells at each other and casting Protegos, the next Hermione caught Narcissa unaware, slicing open her cheek with a well-landed Secarum*.
"Shit!" Hermione exclaimed, immediately rushing to the witch's side and bringing her hands up to cover her cheek.
Narcissa's eyes widened at the touch and what she did next came as a total surprise to the young Gryffindor.
Pale hands suddenly found their way to Hermione's neck and waist, supple lips crashed against each other in a passionate kiss.
Narcissa turned the girl around and pushed her against the wall, trapping Hermione's lithe body with her own.
When a moan left Hermione's lips, the magic of the moment was broken and Narcissa pushed herself off the wall and away from Hermione as if burned.
"I am sorry, I should have never… But… it is just so infuriating! Are you even aware of the way you've been teasing me for the last seven months? It's… unnerving. And it makes me- I don't know if I can control myself any longer. Maybe we should stop-"
"I don't want you to control yourself!" Hermione blurted out, closing the distance between herself and the other witch, standing almost nose to nose but without touching. "I want... I want you," she said, her voice clear and confident.
She saw how Narcissa's eyes darkened with lust and instinctively moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.
"We can't," Narcissa closed her eyes to help herself regain control. "You're underage and I -"
"I am not. I am 17!" Hermione protested. And before she could say anything else, Narcissa's lips were on her own once more, a wave of heat rushing through both women at the repeated touch.
It didn't take long for them to undress each other and before she knew it, Hermione was pushed back onto a bed Narcissa must've silently transformed while she was drowning in her closeness.
Now, with them both naked and Narcissa hovering above her, Hermione suddenly felt overwhelmed with the whole situation.
It must've showed in her eyes. Because not a second later, Narcissa stopped her tender caresses of Hermione's flesh, drawing her hands back to her own sides.
"No," she merely breathed out. "Ms. Granger, you are not a virgin, are you? Surely you have..."
Hermione only shook her head but took ahold of Narcissa's arms, effectively stopping her from drawing further away.
"I am. It doesn't change anything though. I still want you. Please. I want you to be my first."
"Ms. Granger, you don't know what you're asking-"
"Hermione. Call me Hermione?"
"Hermione," the blonde corrected, looking at the naked young woman beneath her with equal amounts of regret, fear and desire. "Trust me. You really do not want your first time to be with someone like me. I am old enough to be your mother. I am the wife of a deatheater. I am-"
"The most beautiful woman I have ever seen," Hermione interrupted, earning herself a playful glare from the older witch.
"Hermione. You have to take this seriously," Narcissa sighed. "You should be with someone your own age for your first time. Someone you love and who loves you back. That person can never be me."
"I don't care. Narcissa. I want you. Please."
And finally, Narcissa stopped fighting against the lust that was building up inside of her. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Granger," she growled, lowering herself onto Hermione, the girl's breath hitching as their bodies finally touched.
Hermione gulped at the predatory glint she saw in Narcissa's eyes but was astounded when her touches that followed felt like feathers, light, gentle and soft. The blonde took her sweet time with Hermione who felt ready to burst after the first electrifying touches, especially when the Pureblood's mouth deliciously engulfed one of her nipples, making her cry out with pleasure, Hermione almost not recognizing her own wanton voice.
"Please," she whimpered when the sensations threatened to become to much. Narcissa had worked her way down Hermione's body and was now kissing her inner thighs, slowly nearing her throbbing center.
She breathed a last kiss onto Hermione's thigh, the girl writhing beneath her, unable to keep still, and finally tasted her, her tongue drawing circles around the pulsating clit. Hermione cried out in ecstacy, and deciding to show mercy and end her 'suffering', Narcissa sucked hard on the tiny bud, plunging a finger into Hermione at the same time.
And Hermione fell over the edge, her whole body convulsing as she climaxed, not even noticing the brief pain as her hymen was broken.
Then, she passed out, coming to a few short moments later, to find a fully dressed Narcissa staring down at her, a smug smirk on her beautiful face (which Hermione realised did show no sign of the injury she'd caused her earlier, meaning that the witch must've healed it).
"I shall see you next week, Hermione." And in the blink of a second, Narcissa was gone, leaving behind a deeply satisfied Hermione who was still struggling to regain her breath.
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Present.
"Huh, I do admit, I was good, wasn't I?" Narcissa winked at her lover before she claimed her lips in a soft kiss. "It is getting late," she then said, her voice full of regret at having to part ways again soon.
"I don't want you to go," Hermione protested, burying herself closer into the blonde's side.
Narcissa chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind Hermione's ear. "Remember, love. It is not much longer until the Christmas holidays. You'll probably get sick of having me around all the time soon enough then."
"Never."
"Let's just wait and see. – Before you leave though: Tell me about your friends. How did you tell them?"
"Well, let's just say I wasn't very… discreet. I wanted to tell them gently, give them time to adapt... but you don't know Ron..."
AN: Thank you all for the lovely reviews. Next time we will see the two witches and the Grangers during winter break as well as a little flashback, showing Harry and Ron's reactions to Hermione's "happy news".
* from Latin "secare" - to cut