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A/N: So here's the down low. I altered the characteristics of Hermione and Narcissa for this story. Hope you's like it. If not I can build a bridge and get over it. And oh this is a femmeslash. Don't like it then don't read it.
"Under her spell I can't break
I just can't stop"
Hermione paced the floor of her small living room. She was angry no scratch that, she was furious. It was very rarely that she was this furious. But when she was, especially with this particular person, she wished that she had never laid eyes on her.
"Wicked bitch." She muttered walking to the fridge to get a Butterbeer.
She dumped herself on the sofa and took a long swig from the bottle. She sat with the beer in her hands for a moment thinking of the things that had happened over the last year. She questioned how could she have been so stupid not to see what was really going on? Why did she give into her feelings? She knew what the stakes were. She knew she could end up getting her heart ripped out of her. But what hurt the most was that she had to find out, when it was plastered on the front page of the Daily Prophet!
She leant forward and grabbed the morning's newspaper off the coffee table. On the front page was a very relieved looking Lucius Malfoy kissing his wife, Narcissa. If a muggle picture was worth a thousand words, then what was a magical moving photo? Hermione wondered. She took a sip of her drink and sighed.
A dozen Butterbeers later Hermione heard the doorbell ring. She groaned and stumbled to the door.
"Who is it?" She asked
"It's Gin" A familiar voice said back.
She opened that door to meet the concern look on the redhead's face.
"Aw Mione" Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione.
"It's okay Ginny gin gin" Hermione giggled "I'm fine."
They made their way into the living room. Hermione sat down on the sofa and patted the spot next to her for Ginny to join.
"Mione, I saw today's paper." Ginny sat down
Hermione laughed bitterly "So did I."
"Then that explains why you're not at work and drunk at 1:30 in the afternoon" Ginny said
"Yeah" Hermione hung her head in shame "I just couldn't help it Gin."
Ginny and Harry were the only other people that knew of Hermione's relationship with Narcissa. It wasn't because their friend told them either. It was by chance. Ginny had randomly called gone to Hermione's flat one Sunday morning for a visit. It was the first time Ginny had seen Hermione appear nervous. Ginny had asked what was bothering her. All she said was that the pressure from her job at the ministry was getting to her. Ginny simply nodded but couldn't help notice that Hermione kept stealing a glance at her room door.
Ginny sat back and looked at her friend. Hermione was wearing her robe. Her hair was bushier than normal. Ginny had put it down to 'sleep hair. But then as she looked closer, she noticed the glow on Hermione's face, and the sudden fullness of her lips. Ginny immediately put it altogether. Her friend was seeing someone. It would explain everything. Hermione's 'sex hair', the way her face glowed. Her lips bruised from kissing. And her the fact that she was distracted with her room door.
It did not take long for Hermione to cave into Ginny's questions. And when she told Ginny who she was seeing, Ginny's jaw dropped to the floor. She had never once suspected that her friend was attracted to woman. After the admission, they had agreed that the only other person Ginny could tell would be Harry. He was her husband after all.
Once Harry found out he went to visit Hermione. She was nervous of what her best friend would think of her now. But she was surprised when he hugged her and told her that he would always love her as his sister, even if she was seeing a Malfoy.
Over the year that Narcissa was with Hermione, they often had dinner with Harry and Ginny. At first it was uncomfortable and formal. Until one night Ginny asked Hermione why she preferred blondes to brunettes. All four cried in fits of laughter. Harry made a comment about Narcissa being a vast improvement from Krum. Hermione had to cover her mouth as she laughed or she would of spray her friends with wine. Narcissa said that Hermione had options as Pansy Perkins was always interested in the bookworm. While Harry and Ginny held their sides in laughter, Hermione murmured that Narcissa was the only one she wanted, making the blonde blush. Those were the good times.
At present Ginny was worried about her friend.
"Mione, has she gotten in contact with you?" Ginny asked
Hermione nodded as she took a sip of her Butterbeer.
"And what did she say?"
"I don't know." Hermione answered "I threw the letter on the coffee table and haven't looked at it since."
Hermione felt a hand hit her head.
"Ow what the hell was that for?" She asked rubbing her head
"For not reading her letter" Ginny surged forward and picked a white folded paper off the table. "May I?"
"Yeah sure. It's probably a pack of lies anyway." Hermione muttered
"No Mione, I don't think that it is." She said seriously "You may be angry but you still love her. And from what I've seen over the past year. She loves you too."
Hermione rested her head on the back of the couch and sighed.
Ginny opened the letter and read it to Hermione.
I am guessing that by now you have seen the Daily Prophet. Please meet me at the Three Broomsticks, room 12. At 9:30 tonight .I can explain everything.
"Are you going to meet her tonight?"
Hermione looked at the ceiling and sighed.
"At least let her explain. It might not be as it seems."
"Fine I'll go." Hermione said firmly "I need to sleep this alcohol off because if I go anywhere near her like this, I'm liable to either end up killing her or sleeping with her."
Hours later Hermione had woken from her dreamless sleep, showered and brushed her hair and teeth. She dressed herself in her favourite jeans, a white tank top and grey woollen coat. She knew that she still had time but she apparated to the Three Broomsticks anyway.
The pub itself was quiet, hardly anyone there. Hermione approached the bar to talk to Hannah.
"Hey Hermione" She smiled "What can I get you?"
"I need the spare key to room 12" Hermione lowered her voice.
"That room has already been booked by Narcissa Malfoy." Hannah frowned
"I know" Hermione replied "I'm meeting her there. But I don't want to wait down here."
Hannah disappeared behind the bar for a moment and then came back with a key in her hand.
"I don't know why I'm doing this." She said handing the key over to Hermione "Just be careful Hermione."
Hermione tried to smile. She assured Hannah that she would be fine and made her way to the room.
Narcissa walked into the Three Broomsticks. She nodded at the barmaid and quickly made her way up to the room she had booked. She had thought about how she was going to explain to Hermione about Lucius being released from Azkaban. But somehow she felt as though, whatever she said would not be good enough.
She opened the door to the room and gasped when she saw Hermione sitting on a chair glaring at her. She rushed forward "Mia".
"Sit" Hermione said coldly
Hurt by the rejection Narcissa sat opposite Hermione and folded her hands in her lap.
"You have some explaining to do." Hermione tried to say harshly.
"I can and I will." Narcissa began "But you have to remember that I love you Mia."
Hermione's jaw clenched
"You have a very weird way of showing it Narcissa."
Now you are calling me Narcissa the blonde thought Why does it hurt so much?
"It's not what you think." Narcissa whispered "I don't love him. I never have. You know that."
"Then explain to me the picture in the paper" Hermione demanded "Any why you didn't tell me that he was getting released from Azkaban."
"Last month the ministry had informed me of Lucius's pending release. I didn't know what to do. Being with Lucius is not what I want." She said calmly "He asked that I meet him when he was released. And I went, only to tell him it was over. But he kissed me."
Narcissa spoke again after a long pause of silence.
"It's you I want to be with Mia. We just may have to wait a while."
"After all this time you still can't leave him." Hermione sneered
"Mia, I have been married to him for over twenty years" Narcissa retorted "I can't just leave him. He needs me."
"Needs you" Hermione laughed bitterly "Then he can fucken well have you. I have to leave."
Hermione stood and walked toward the door.
"Mia please don't walk out on me"
Hermione turned to find Narcissa's beautiful blue eyes teary.
"Why not?" She retorted "You easily ran back into his arms."
Narcissa stood and closed the distance between them. She reached out and touched Hermione's hand but the young witch backed away. "Lucius just needs time to adjust back to normal life. Once he has, I will come to you. But until then perhaps we can meet here."
"It's either all or nothing" Hermione said firmly
"Mia please don't do this." The tears began to fall from her eyes.
"You can't have the best of both worlds Narcissa" Hermione whispered and walked to the door.
"Mia don't leave me!" Narcissa begged
Hermione put her hand on the doorknob and turned it. Don't look back her mind kept telling her.
Don't look back her mind repeated. She opened the door.
Hermione turned and looked back to find Narcissa sobbing uncontrollably. The vulnerability in the older witches actions made Hermione wonder if she was making the right decision. She watched as Narcissa bury her face into her hands. Never before had Narcissa displayed so much emotion.
Hermione stepped out and slammed the door shut.
Narcissa fell to her knees and wailed. She felt the tears running downs the palms of her hands. Her makeup was probably smudged. She was acting like a love sick teenager. But she did not care.
A week had passed from the last time Hermione had seen Narcissa. It was hell. She sat at the kitchen table with her work sprawled around her. Anyone who would have seen her would think that she was working, but she was not. It was a Friday night and the twenty year old sat there staring blankly at her parchment. Her mind kept going back to that night in the Three Broomsticks. When she walked out of the room, she was tempted to walk back in when she heard Narcissa wail. She wanted to hold her. But she couldn't. And as much as she wanted to go back to Narcissa, she wouldn't do it just to have her heart broken every time Narcissa would go back to him. To distract herself, Hermione through herself into her work, leaving early in the mornings and returning only to shower and sleep. But even that could not take her mind off Narcissa.
Her entire flat reminded her of the passionate night's they shared, the times where they would have dinner in the living room or the laughs that echoed in the flat. Breaking up was difficult she concluded. She was lonely and miserable. But she had done it for the right reasons. Narcissa could not have her in the privacy of her room if she was going to be on the arm of her husband in public. The blonde was not helping matters either. Every day of the week she had sent a letter. Hermione had accepted them from the owl and shoved each one in her desk draw. It was better if she pretended the affair did not happen.
She sighed and then jumped at the loud ring of the doorbell.
Who on earth would be visiting at 10:30 at night? She thought.
She opened the door to meet the person she had been trying to avoid.
"Hello" Narcissa said quietly
Hermione eyed the older witch and admired how beautiful she was. Her blonde hair fell free on her shoulders. Her red ruby robes altered to emphasize her curves. She looked drained, tired even. There were dark circles under her eyes, insulting the pale skin.
"Hello" Hermione replied evenly.
"Can we talk?" She asked.
"I..er..I don't think that's a good idea." Hermione stuttered.
"Please Mia" Narcissa begged
Hermione sighed and let the blonde into her flat.
Narcissa followed her into the living room. She glanced around the unusual untidy flat. Coffee mugs and take out cartons littered the living room.
"What did you want to talk about?" Hermione stood at the kitchen door.
Narcissa dragged her eyes away from the messy coffee table and turned to Hermione. "You haven't responded to any of my letters."
"I've been busy." Hermione leant her shoulder against the door frame.
Her patience wearing thin, Narcissa gritted her teeth. "Too busy to write back to me."
"I've been waiting for any word from you and I've gotten nothing back but a hungry owl." She fumed.
"What do you want that's so important?" Hermione changed the subject
Narcissa frowned "You didn't read any of the letters did you?"
Hermione shook her head "No."
For a brief moment Narcissa's face fell. She was hurt, disappointed and angry. She was a woman who was not accustomed to being ignored.
"You are just going to give up aren't you?" Narcissa growled.
The younger witch stared the blonde square in the eyes. "You done that for the both of us."
"NO. I. DID'NT!" She hissed
"YES. YOU. DID" Hermione yelled back. "when is it going to dawn on you that it doesn't matter if we are together or not, you will always go back to him."
Narcissa flinched. Hermione had never raised her voice at her before. It was quite unnerving.
"We have already been through this Narcissa" Hermione continued "It's over. We're over."
Narcissa stepped closer to Hermione. They were inches away from each other before she whispered "We will never be over."
"Why did you really come here Narcissa?" Hermione said harshly "Have you come for a decent fuck? Is Lucius not quite hitting the right spot?"
Before Narcissa could register what she had done, it was too late. Hermione rubbed her cheek to ease the sting from the slap.
Narcissa's face softened "Mia"
Narcissa took a step back, only to be grabbed by the throat and pushed up against the wall.
"Mi…a" She chocked. Almost like a lion, Hermione hissed bearing her teeth, her eyes looking predatory when her grip tightened on Narcissa's throat.
Narcissa's eyes widened in fear. "Mi..a"
"Is this what you came here for?" Hermione said menacingly.
Narcissa was struggling to breathe. She could feel the blood slowly drain from her face. "I..I.."
They stared at each other down. Hermione loosened her grip on Narcissa, letting her catch her breath.
Then the young witch attacked her, moving her lips roughly around the blonde's pretty red mouth. When Narcissa started to kiss Hermione back, it took a feral turn. Their tongues tangled each one fighting for dominance. Hermione loosen the grip on Narcissa's throat and let her hands drop to her hips.
Narcissa bit Hermione's lip when she failed to push her against the wall. Hermione broke away and growled. The older witch moaned as Hermione's lips and tongue laid a savage attack along the column of her throat, leaving love bites in its trail. Narcissa thrust her pelvis forward. Hermione knew what she wanted. And lead her to the bedroom.
Hermione stripped Narcissa out of her clothes. Her ruby robe tossed somewhere on the floor. Her emerald dress and bra and panties soon carelessly littered the floor. She pulled Hermione down as she fell on the bed.
They kissed ferociously again. Hermione on top of her pulled away. The blonde moaned as the younger witch took her entire areola into her mouth. She sucked and gently bit the rosy red nipple. The action drove Narcissa crazy in torture. She hissed as Hermione left her breast and place opened wet mouth kisses down her belly.
Hermione reached the triangle of light blonde hair and sat up, draping two pale legs over her shoulders. Her hands cupped the blonde's buttocks, she slowly lifted her. Narcissa raised an eyebrow at the still fully clothed witch.
Hermione grunted still angry at the blonde.
"You will never get this from him" She growled before devouring the blonde.
"Oh merlin" Narcissa moaned
Hermione leisurely made one long lick from her entrance to her swollen bud. She then began to tease her by tracing long wet figure eights with her tongue, deliberately missing the attentive bud.
Narcissa groaned at the torture and tried to angle her hips where Hermione had no choice but to give her pleasure point attention. It didn't work. The brunette's hold on her backside was too strong. Frustrated Narcissa swore. She was aching to be released.
Hermione smiled into the blonde's most intimate parts and made another figure eight with her tongue.
"Oh for fucksakes" The blonde swore loudly "Can you fuck-"
Her tirade of expletives turned into a loud groan as Hermione's lips closed around her clit. Her hips arched and the brunette entered one then two fingers into her.
"Oh" Narcissa's eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Hermione continued to suck hard on the pleasure spot, while her fingers moved inside of her. It was not long before the blondes moans became loader. Her hips began to grind to the motions of Hermione's actions.
The famous bookworm looked up to find the blonde's head thrown back, her mouth falling open at each thrust.
"Oh God" Narcissa groaned gripping on to the sheets. She was only moments away from the pinnacle she desired.
Hermione moved faster and suck even harder. The movement caused the blonde to buck involuntarily.
Her hips thrust powerfully further into her lovers face, her heels dug into her back. She even came with such force her legs shook violently. Even the poor neighbours would have heard her loud groans of pleasure.
A few moments later, Hermione gently laid Narcissa's legs down on the bed. They stared at each other. Narcissa possibly more beautiful now with messy blonde sex hair and a rosy red face, watching her made Hermione's heart ache. Sighing she got off the bed and headed to the bathroom.
While Hermione was in the bathroom Narcissa laid slightly uncomfortable on the bed. Physically she was fine. How could she not be after what Hermione just done to her? Somehow emotionally it did not feel right. Firstly, Hermione was furious and acted as an unleashed Lioness, although Narcissa did not mind it was still frightening. Secondly, she knew that her young lover would still not want a relationship just because they had angry sex. And lastly, she, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, the ice queen, felt guilty.
'Is this not what you wanted?' a small voice asked in her head.
'Did I have to push her over the edge for it?' she asked back silently.
'It was better than getting kicked out wasn't it?' the voice retorted
'I wished she had of shut the door in my face' she replied
Hermione stood over the basin and washed her face for the third time. She wiped her face dry and made her way back to the bedroom. She stood at the door and took the breath of her life and then entered.
She frowned to find that the room was empty.