Hermione's POV

Her room is glorious. So is her tongue. I'm not surprised I expected nothing less. The heavy drapes and velvet wallpaper absorb my moans as I arch into her mouth.

The table is small, heavy and it can support the weight of two adult women in various positions as its owner just found out tonight.

To say I am impressed would be an understatement.

Narcissa's POV

Her legs are shaking. My strokes are quicker. I suck harder. She's cum twice, and I'm aiming for a third. I quickly glance at my watch it will be a personal best if she cums in the next three minutes.

Hermione POV

My head falls back with a loud thud. Oh my, that's three times tonight. I open heavy lids once I hear the first chime of the grandfather clock.

Ron.

I moan.

Narcissa's POV

I'm a bit taken aback.

Unlike the previous sounds she's uttered, this is one of displeasure. I frown. I'm confused until she rises on her elbows to look down at me through heavy lids. I understand the look and glance back at my watch. It's late. Very late. My mind immediately goes to Mr. Weasley.

I crawl up her body desperate to capture her lips before we part ways for the evening. I wish she could stay. I long to lie next to her again. I want to wake up with her in my arms.

As if Hermione can read my thoughts and she passionately returns the kiss pulling me on top of her.

Hermione's POV

I want to stay. I wish I could stay.

But until Ron establishes a routine, brief moments here and there will be all I can offer. It's too risky to push for anything else, to hope for more. There still is the question of Lucius and Draco. When would they arrive back home? What would ensue once its revealed ministry officials are in his home?

I reluctantly break the kiss. The taste of myself is heightened by her lips.

"It's late." She whispers resting her forehead against mine.

"I know." Before I can say more she pulls away and gracefully climbs off the table. Narcissa stands her hand extended. I take it feasting my eyes on her body. Any contact, even the most chaste, will do. It will have to for now.

I dress as she sits on the corner of her large bed. Watching. I mumble several spells and check myself in her floor length mirror to ensure I look presentable.

"Goodnight." I don't bother looking at her.

"Goodnight, Hermione."

She sounds sad. I can't stand it. I quietly close the door and head to my room. I nearly scream when I find the outline of a shadow near the large window.

It's Ron. He flicks his wand illuminating the candles on the table. I'm trying not to panic.

"It's late." He rises from the chair stalking toward me.

"Yes." My brain races I'm nearly dizzy trying to come up with something.

"Dinner. I ate dinner."

He nods looking down at his boots.

"It's late, dinner was at seven. It's nearly midnight."

"I know. Then I did a perimeter check."

"Strange, I did a perimeter check let's say roughly thirty minutes ago. I didn't see you." He wobbles slightly.

"Ron, I am tired. I not only checked the outside perimeter. I became familiar with the layout of the manor. I got distracted in the library." I giggled. It's awkward and strange. You think hanging around two boys I would be a better liar.

He looks as if he isn't buying it. I can't really blame him. I'm starting to sweat. This silence is awkward deafening even.

"It's okay if you needed a moment. I know this place can get to the best of us 'Moine."

He comes in for a tight hug burying his face in my neck. I realize I still smell like her.

"You smell nice." He whispers into my neck as he pulls me closer.

"Thanks. New soap."

I break the hug gently pushing him back.

"I should go to bed Ron. It's been a little over twenty four hours since the attack. As you know in these cases the intruder will want to return and finish the job."

He nods placing his hands in his pockets.

"You're right," he roams his eyes over my body and hurries in pulling me into a kiss. He's fumbling pulling at the dress. It's at my waist. I brace myself and with all my might push. He stumbles back tumbling over the small stairs leading to the bed. He's startled but collects himself and uses the bed for support.

I have my wand at the ready in case.

He holds up his hands in surrender.

"Sorry, sorry Hermione. I," he sighs dropping his arms. "It's just after the war, we...we were supposed to be together. That's what everybody, my mum, Dad everybody thought. What happened?"

I roll my eyes. These are waters that I am tired of treading.

"That's the problem, everyone thought we were supposed to be together Ron. No one asked us; no asked me," I won't explain further. He's not owed an explanation.

"You're drunk. Please leave."

I open the door to find Narcissa with her hand raised to knock.

Narcissa's POV

I don't mean to exhibit signs of stalking, but I couldn't help but to follow after she left. I heard everything and even the little commotion inside. I was worried and pulled my wand.

"Narcissa?" She was eyes pleading for what something I wasn't sure.

"Ron was just leaving. He's drunk. There is nothing going on." Her words jumbled together. Not only did I understand. I knew.

"No need to explain," I lower my voice, "I heard. It's okay."

Her shoulders drop and she nods opening the door wider. I cross the threshold looking beyond her to a drunken young man slouched against the bedpost.

"Ah, Mr. Weasley I am glad you are here. My apologies but I forgot to inform you both that breakfast is served at 730. If you prefer earlier or later please let April know."

Ron only waves a dismissive hand as he uses the other to pull himself upward using the bed as support.

He stumbles towards us. He's moving fast and brushes by us using the wall for support as he makes his way down the hall. We watch him disappear into the darkness. Hermione grabs me pulling me into the room.

"I'm sorry. Nothing happened."

"Hermione," I wrap my arms around her, "I know. Like I said before I heard. Did he..." I push her at arms length. I must know if he tried to force her. Or hurt her in anyway. I will banish him from my home tonight.

"No. Just a kiss. Or at least he tried to don't worry my love. I can handle him."

Hermione's POV

Her concern is touching. Endearing. My God, I love her. I am in love with her. I search her face and gasp when that same fire is reflected in dark blue irises.

Narcissa's POV

I'm fascinated by the way her eyes light up, and knowing I am the cause of this brightness only makes me happier. I do believe I am in love with this woman. There are no other words to describe it. I am head over heels. I try not to let my smile fade. This unnerves me.

Everything that I have loved, truly loved, has been taken away in some fashion. Whether Lily by James, Bella by the Dark Lord, Andromeda by that sullen looking muggle fellow and Draco. Lucius has had his talons in him since the day he was born blotting out any traces of light in my little boy.

My heart is heavy.

It is only a matter of time before someone or something takes this away from me too. I'm concerned. Lucius is unaware of this order of protection as well as the occupants that inhabit the manor. My thoughts start to run wildly. Every gloomy scenario comes to mind. The thoughts are trampled down and quickly. I am not sure how much time we have here. Nor how long she has to stay with me but I am thankful and will make the most of it.

My libido is awake again. My body, my core is hungry for her tongue, her lips, her fingers. I flick my wand locking the door and place a silencing charm. I watch as strong, slender fingers untie my sash.

Hermione's POV

She stands with her arms out as I push the robe down and off her shoulders. She's bare before me, and I realize she spent most of the evening giving. I sank to my knees eager to return the favor.

Hermione's POV

We lay in each other's arms. Ron is out. Again. Not that I mind it has given me more time to spend with her. But it's been a little over a week since our arrival. There has been no sign of Lucius or Draco. No second attempt. No letters.

I hate to ruin a moment but it's time we have a tough conversation.

I tense up.

Narcissa's POV

She shifts and I groan. I don't want to move nor do I want to let her go.

"Nari?"

"Yes my love?" I raise my head to look at her.

"Lucius."

I close my eyes tensing at the name. I was waiting for this conversation to come up. For him to come up. She's gnawing on her lower lip and I know there's something else so I finish it for her.

"And Draco. They haven't been home and there has been no word from them." I sit up now.

"It's more than that. I...us. What about us? I don't know how long we can keep going. Hiding. Honestly, I don't want to lose you. I don't want to hide."

She's right. The thought has crossed my mind and I definitely don't want to lose her either. She's oxygen now and without her I would cease to breathe. I am tired of hiding. I've made up my mind. I open my mouth to speak but I'm interrupted by banging.

"HERMIONE!"

It's Mr. Weasley.

"You need to get down here. They're back and Lucy's pissed."

We both look at each. Fear is reflected in her gaze.

Speak of the devil.