Warning: Chapter contains sexual content involving two women. Please be advised and skip if this offends or is bothersome. Thanks.
Narcissa's POV
I was at the ministry early. Painfully so given that I hadn't slept. I couldn't. I was too on edge and too uneasy to close my eyes for more than a few minutes at a time. But unlike previous night, I was dressed and walked the hall toward the auror's department with a renewed confidence and most importantly a sense hope.
Hermione's POV
I waited.
It was nearly seven o'clock in the morning I should've left two hours ago. But I couldn't bring myself to leave. Instead, I sat twirling Narcissa's wand in my fingers. I was worried about her. Lucius had been furious last night. It wasn't outright but it was the kind of hidden rage that led to domestic incidents. Many of which didn't end well. I found it odd that he only seemed concerned with if she had said 'too much'. It made me wonder what was he up to, but either way he was now on my radar.
"Granger! Visitor." Sherman through over his shoulder as he sat down his third cup of coffee in hand. He was no doubt trying to sober up, I could smell him from here.
My heart leapt and I nearly ran to the front desk. There she was looking regal. A stark contrast to the frighten woman I sat with last night.
Narcissa's POV
I have to remember to breathe as she rounds the corner. She's all smiles and I can't help but return it in earnest. She truly is a breath of fresh air. I find my smile widening the closer she comes.
"Auror Granger."
"Mrs. Malfoy, I believe you forgot this." She presents my wand and momentarily I am caught off guard forgetting the reason I made the journey here.
I remove my glove, although I am unsure why taking it off was necessary, and reach for it. When our fingers collide I feel it and by the way she gasps she can too. It is this moment that confirms I did the right thing as well as remind me of the why.
I wanted to touch her. It had become a need.
Hermione's POV
As long slender fingers reach for the polished wood, I hold my breath. I don't know why but I am waiting in anticipation of our flesh colliding. My hand seems to be on the same page and positions itself in such a way her palm would have to make contact with the back of mine.
It's the jolt; was this what I was hoping for? Whether it was or wasn't I am glad for it and intertwine my index finger with hers. Her long lashed gaze flutters up to mine.
I want her and I want her now.
She moves to break the connection but I step forward keeping our fingers locked.
Narcissa POV
I have to let go. She has to let go. I cannot bear it. I am on the verge of grabbing and kissing her right here in the damned office. Why won't she let go? Searching my thoughts I settle on one. I don't want her to let go.
"Have you slept Hermione?"
"No, have you?" Her question comes in a whisper and I shake my head.
"Would you like to sleep?" I ask watching Hermione carefully.
Her eyes are wide and innocent. The question, to a passerby, seems harmless. Maybe a bit unusual but nothing that can be interpreted as untoward. The question is harmless. Or at least I believe it is harmless. It is only an offer to sleep. To find refuge with a new friend, but I hope it is more. I want more. The wetness flooding the lace between my legs prays that she wants more. I haven't desired this since my time with Lilly.
"Yes, I would like to go to bed...to sleep."
Her eyes darken. Smart girl. You smart, naughty girl.
"Wait." Her tone changes and the authority she possessed last night is back. She lets out a slight whimper as our fingers part and I wrap mine around my wand quickly placing it in its holster. I fight against bouncing on the balls of my feet. Dewy eyed and red cheeked aurors have arrived to start the day. Some eyeball me with suspicion. Others, the older ones, give respectful nods and one or two openly smile. I return the gestures and when a bout of nerves start she appears a weather-beaten knapsack over her shoulder.
"Follow me." She whispers.
Her steps are hurried as we exit the department. I follow her down a long narrow corridor; this is part of the ministry I am unfamiliar. In the darkness, she grabs my hand pulling me into her arms. I feel the familiar tug of disapparition and I start to feel giddy.
Hermione's POV
As soon as we hit my living room I regret bringing her here. My place is unkempt and I release her quickly removing my wand and banishing the messes from sight. Crookshanks hisses rolling onto his back. I've disrupted his peace. I'll offer a small treat as penance later.
She stops me by placing her hand on my shoulder. She's blushing and its the most beautiful thing ever. It's like roses against a bed of snow, and I move forward staring at her lips that are plump and inviting. I'm wrestling with grabbing one between my teeth.
Narcissa's POV
She's so close, too close. I don't care about the dishes in the sink in my peripheral nor the discarded clothing on the floor. I have an urge to bring the pink panties to my nose and sniff. I want to taste her and thoughts I had when she was screaming on my floor a few years ago are back. Unlike then, I have no shame in wanting her. Being mesmerized by her beauty and intelligence.
I make the first move but she takes it from there guiding me backwards from one small room to another. Something soft is at the back of my thighs. I want to be an active participant, and start frantically pulling at her shirt popping buttons as I make my way down her body placing opened mouth kisses to any piece of flesh I can access. A moan hovers above me and I move forward the utterance of that little sound giving me all of the confidence I need.
Hermione's POV
My head is spinning with need. Dare I say that I will faint if she goes further. I'm not sure which one of us said it but a whispered spell and we are both nude bodies pressed against one another. She reaches down to explore but gasps when her hand finds it.
The strap on isn't large and I keep it comfortably tucked by my right thigh as not to create a bulge in my jeans, or on the rare occasion when required, a dress. It's only been a few weeks since I started wearing it outside of the bedroom. The feeling of it gives me a comfortability that I have never known. It just feels right.
She pulls back slightly her eyes dark and lustful.
"Hermione." I love the way she says my name. She's stroking it now and I'm wet. I explore between her pale thighs and find her equally as drenched.
"Narcissa?"
I need her permission before I go further. Because if I do this, if we do this, we cross so many lines. I've already crossed several by bringing her here. She steps away her eyes locked onto mine. Her movements are self assured and I watch in fascination as she lies back onto my unmade bed and spreads her legs offering herself to me.
She trusts me and I recognize the act for what it is-vulnerability.
Narcissa's POV
I'm not sure why I spread myself wide for her 'like a whore' echoes in the back of my mind in Lucius's voice of course and I push the thought away. He won't invade this moment. There is nothing wrong with wanting to please and be pleased.
The sun is full and streaming through the thin curtains so I am aware she can see everything, and I have no shame. I for once have no fear.
I watch as she drags her tongue through my folds and my eyes fall back I'm willing to give her everything.
Hermione's POV
Oh my! I have never tasted anything sweeter. She's divine and I will do everything in my power to worship her. I lap at her core enjoying the sounds emanating from above me. Her legs are shaking, she's close.
I lick and suck harder, I curious to know how long she can last before falling off the edge.
Narcissa's POV
Oh my gods! This is better than I've ever expected! Her tongue is Heaven itself and if in this very moment I died I would go happy.
I'm so close and by the way she increases her pace and places two fingers in me she knows it too. I could levitate and when the first wave of my orgasm hits me I believe I am.
Hermione's POV
Watching her come undone is beyond amazing and I sit up between her thighs watching her chest rise and fall as she continues to move against my hand. I remove my fingers bringing them to my mouth. I can't get enough. I barely allow a second to pass for her to come down from the high before I position myself once again. The head of the strap on at her entrance.
Narcissa's POV
She removes her fingers and I can't tell if the whimper is hers or mines but either way it feels like a loss for us both. I feel her and head of the silicone cock. Nothing. I open my eyes to find hers on me. She's waiting for permission again. I consent by spreading my legs wider and my head falls back as she fills me completely. It's as if my body wants to consume her and my legs go up around her back locking her in place.
"Fuck me." I breath out not recognizing my own voice.
Hermione's POV
A moan rattles in my throat. This woman will be the death of me. Those words from her lips drive me over the edge and I start pounding into her. She answers each thrust by tilting her hips giving me more access.
Time is irrelevant. The soreness in my hips and lower back are irrelevant. This only thing that matters is beneath me and she's clawing at my hair as another orgasm hits her. Unlike the last one this one is hard and I feel a surge of wetness between us.
I just made Narcissa Malfoy squirt. That realization boosts my ego and I grab both of her legs placing them on my shoulders. I continue driving into her as she balls the sheet up into fists.
"Oh my God, Hermione! I'm coming again!" She screams and it's like she's having a seizure. I do my best to hold her down but the effort is pointless. The spasm only lasts a few seconds before she stills and then goes limp.
I close my eyes, just a little more and I'm there.
"Oh God!" I collapse on top of her.
Narcissa's POV
Did she cum? From giving? I haven't done anything, not yet. Maybe in a few minutes. My body is drained and although soreness is settling into my muscles, I feel great. I stroke her arms running my hand down her back before bringing them up and to her hair.
I've always wanted to bury my hands in her hair. Even when she was a child.
It's that thought that reminds me of the age difference.
"Oh my God, I took advantage of a child." I close my eyes to hold back tears. I allow my hands to fall away. She shifts and I wait in anticipation for her next move.
"Don't start that. You didn't take advantage of me Narcissa. If it helps, I'm on top. Remember."
I open my eyes to her looking down at me a lopsided grin on her face.
"You're Draco's age."
She chuckles, "yes I am. I am also an adult. Now, stop beating yourself up."
She lightly pinches my nipple causing me to laugh.
Hermione's right. I won't let my insecurities dampen the mood. I flip Hermione onto her back moving to position myself between her thighs.
"My turn."