A/N: This is a femmeslash. Prequel to Rolling in the Deep..so yeah you know the drill..I've just moved house, I'm tried, I have to go to work in the morning, not to mention grocery shopping in the afternoon and I've brought an uncomfortable bed. But yeah that's my life..hehehe..ENJOY (hopefully)..;)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Waiho ma te whakama e patu
Let their shame bestowed upon them
The Leaky Cauldron was crowded on a usual busy Friday night. The nineteen year old Hermione Granger sat with her friends Harry and Ginny Potter at a table drinking their butterbeers.
"So Mione how's work?" Harry asked. "It feels as though I haven't seen you in ages."
Hermione smiled at her friend.
"It's been good." She said. "It's rewarding."
"Having a rewarding career isn't going to get you laid." Ginny remarked.
Harry who was taking a sip of his beer spat it out and Hermione playfully slapped the red head on the arm.
"Why would I need to get laid?" Hermione questioned and thought of something that would shock her friends. "There's a reason why I have a decent shower head."
Harry who only just uttered a spell to clean his mess up had to say another one as more beer spilt over the table.
Ginny laughed her head off.
"True that." Ginny said as her laughter subsided. "But don't you ever want the real thing?"
Hermione shrugged taking another sip.
"Haven't found anyone worth dating let alone one I'd sleeping with." She muttered trying her hardest to seem convincing.
"You know there's always Ron." Harry suggested. "He's always thought that you two would end up together."
Ginny scrunched her face up.
"Ron and I are completely different people." Hermione said. "I love him only as a friend. We have absolutely nothing in common."
Both Husband and wife nodded.
"And besides he's not my type."
Harry's head cocked to the side.
"What is your type then?" He asked.
Hermione giggled and then said: "I don't know but it's definitely not Ronald Weaselly."
The trio spent the next hour throwing light banter at each other. Harry and Ginny teased Hermione more about her non-existent sex life. Hermione then said that there love life must be boring as hell if they could only talk about her's. As the night went on they up graded their drinks to Fire whiskey and it was Hermione's turn to go to the bar and fetch their drinks.
As she waited for the barmaid who was serving a rather old and unsavoury wizard she turned and looked around the pub. If it was possible more people had entered. Nearly all the table had been filled with people except for one table.
Alone sat the only person in the pub stiffly drinking what looked like firewhiskey. It was the ice queen Narcissa Malfoy. She looked rather down Hermione observed. Though her spine was stock straight she still looked as though she was in another world. Her blonde hair was half pulled up into a ponytail while the bottom lay free on her shoulders. Her pale skin almost flushed pink. The navy blue robes she wore were of an expensive cut. She did not notice the looks she was receiving from other people.
How can a beautiful woman like that be so miserable? Hermione asked herself and then quickly knew what that the answer had to do with Lucius Malfoy.
"What can I get you Miss Granger?" A voice asked from behind her.
Disrupted from her thoughts she turned and ordered the drinks and went back to the table.
"Hfff" She cleared her throat interrupting Ginny and Harry's snogging session.
Harry quickly pulled away from his wife.
"Sorry Hermione." He apologized
"I'm not." Hermione shrugged. "It looked that good I was about to join in."
Ginny and Hermione burst out laughing.
"Hermione!" Harry shifted uncomfortably. "You must be tipsy, because you are never this forth coming."
The girls just giggled.
"Did you see Narcissa Malfoy sitting over there?" Hermione pointed to the corner of the pub.
Harry and Ginny looked at the blonde witch and turned back to Hermione.
"I feel sorry for her." Harry said.
"You are one of very few that do my darling." Ginny said reaching for Harry's hand.
"People forget that she saved your life." Hermione said.
After a few moments of silence Hermione noticed the unspoken conversation between Ginny and Harry. She smiled before she said. " You two should go home."
"Why?' Ginny frowned.
"Well." The brunette said leaning her elbows on the table. "I don't think that everyone would like to see the both of you shag each other in a pub."
Harry frowned and Ginny stood.
"You are right." The red head said grabbing Harry's hand. "Let's go darling."
Harry stood hesitantly. 'Will you be alright Mione?"
"I'll be fine Harry." Taking a sip from her drink. "I'll just finish this and go home to my shower head."
Harry shook his head while his wife laughed.
After the Potter's apparated home Hermione couldn't help but settle her gaze on Narcissa Malfoy. The pureblood had not moved. She just sat there. What Hermione done next was more alcohol fuelled than anything else. Drink in her hand she stood and made her way over to where the snobbish witch in the world sat.
Ignoring the raised eyebrow she received from Narcissa, she put her drink down on the table and casually sat down opposite the pureblood.
"You clearly lack manners." Narcissa said coldly. "Though I am not surprised given your background."
Hermione took a sip of her fire whiskey and laughed.
"Yes you are right." Hermione said locking eyes with the blonde. "I can understand why pureblood families hold prejudice against muggle borns. After centuries of being hunted down by muggles and burnt at the stake, why would one of such a dwindling pure ancestral background not hold any animosity to an intruder like me into your world."
Hermione paused for a second before continuing. "But then again why hold a grudge against a couple of generations that have done nothing remotely offensive or incriminating to your own person?"
The blonde gritted her teeth.
"Why are you here?" she demanded.
"I'm not here to argue with you Mrs Malfoy." In truth Hermione didn't know why she was talking to the Narcissa Malfoy. "But even the most numb need someone to talk to every now and then."
"Why would I want to talk to you?" Narcissa retorted.
"I hate to state the obvious but the last I heard the only talking you do would be to a house elf."
Narcissa quickly stood to leave. That rude horrible mudblood she thought. How dare she insult a member of one the most aristocratic magical families. It did not matter if she was beautiful with her dark wild hair and hypnotic smile. No one spoke to Narcissa Malfoy like that.
Gently Hermione reached out a wrapped her fingers around Narcissa's thin wrist.
Something happened as they made contact. Both witches' weren't too sure what it was. Narcissa's eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar feeling that surged its way through her. Hermione frowned at her sudden need to touch more of the other witch. 'You must really need a root.' She said to herself inwardly.
They both looked at each other before Hermione said carefully. "I apologise. Please sit back down Mrs Malfoy."
As Narcissa sat back down she heard Hermione mutter to herself.
"I should just go home to my shower head."
Narcissa frowned. What on earth was she talking about? The blonde wondered.
"Sorry?" she said.
Hermione looked at Narcissa almost shocked.
"Did you hear that?" The brunette asked.
"Yes." Narcissa seemed amused by the sudden light shade of pink appear on Hermione's face. "Care to elaborate Miss Granger."
In between laughs Hermione said. "You..don't..want..to..know"
Narcissa smirked at the sudden lightened mood between them.
"Trust me, you don't want to know." Hermione said. "We have already established my lack of manners. If I was to tell you the meaning behind what I said you would probably think of me as naughty."
Narcissa merely nodded.
Over a few moments of silence blue eyes drowned in brown.
Both witch's just stared into each other. For Hermione it wasn't unnerving, it was rather sensual navigating through those blue depths. Not as cold at the first impression they gave but not as open as Hermione would have liked. Narcissa however, was having trouble controlling herself. She wanted to reach out and touch the Granger girl. Her eyes were so warm, safe. And inviting.
Hermione let her eye's travel around Narcissa face. They took in the arch of her eyebrows, her red berry lips, the stubborn tilt of her chin and her aristocratic nose. Hermione's eyes went lower as she was openly checking Narcissa Malfoy out. Pale skin covered the column of her throat. Strays of blonde hair tickled the crook of her neck. Then Hermione's gaze fell on the blonde's chest. Her breath hitched in her throat as she saw how spellbinding it was to watch Narcissa Malfoy's chest rise and fall. Those breasts were trance inducing.
'You can't seriously be checking Narcissa Malfoy out?' A voice whispered in Hermione's head.
'Shut up' She groaned inwardly.
'So she's hot but she's way out of your league.' The voice teased. 'You should just stick to rooting muggle women.'
'You better shut up' She thought.
'Why?' The voice said innocently. 'It's not like she's going to poke you with her wand.'
Hermione took a quick sip to drain that annoying voice away.
She hoped to merlin that she didn't stare too long at the blonde's chest.
Narcissa did not smirk at the blatant way Hermione stared at her, eating her with those brown eyes. She was rather flushed to be openly admired. She knew she was a beautiful woman. She had been the receiver so many admiring gazes in the past but this was different. Was it because she hadn't paid any attention to anybody staring at her in the past? Or was it because she had not lain with anyone in nearly twenty years? It was probably the latter she concluded. She was only responding to the smouldering looks Hermione gave her because there was more of a physical need not anything else.
Why she wanted someone young enough she could mother was beyond her. She had never had a connection with another female before. Though idea of being intimate with the curly haired witch was rather appealing. Whatever the feelings were it was far more than what she ever felt for Lucius.
Hermione cleared her throat and took a sip of her drink.
Narcissa watched as the liquid went down the brunette's throat.
"How has life been treating Mrs Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
Narcissa titled her head to the side.
"Un eventful." The blonde responded.
"How is life for the brains of the Golden Trio?" Narcissa asked.
"Busy." Hermione answered.
"What's so funny?"
"I was prepared for you to launch into a full summary of your life." Narcissa said almost astonished. "However you did not."
"There's nothing much to talk about when it comes to my life." Hermione said. "It's all work and then home."
"And of course the important shower head?" The blonde asked as Hermione was taking a sip of her drink.
The brunette nearly choked and went into a coughing fit after she swallowed the whiskey. Narcissa wrapped her fingers around her wand and whispered a spell to stop Hermione from coughing.
Taking a deep breath Hermione looked up at Narcissa Malfoy and shook her head.
"The shower head is not important." She giggled.
"How is Draco?" Hermione asked and then wondered why.
"I have no idea." The blonde said as her head fell down.
Hermione frowned. It was common knowledge that Draco walked away from the Malfoy inheritance after the war. But after observing the inter action between mother and son during that time, Hermione came to the conclusion that he would never stray too far away from Narcissa. But she was wrong so she chose her next words carefully.
"For what it's worth Mrs Malfoy." Hermione said quietly. "You have lost more than anyone had because of the war. And I'm sorry."
Narcissa's lips twitched into a half smile.
"Call me Narcissa." The blonde offered.
"Now we are getting somewhere." The brunette smiled. "Call me Hermione. Miss Granger makes it sound as though I'm in a court room."
It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when Narcissa stepped into her room at Malfoy Manor. For the first time in a while she was happy. The usual fast mouth know-it-all Draco use to constantly complain about was more easy going when she had one too many firewhiskey's. Narcissa did wonder what Hermione was referring to when she spoke about the shower head. Perhaps it was a pet name for her partner? No there was no mention of a partner, so Narcissa dismissed that idea. An animal perhaps? But why name an animal shower head?
Confused she walked into the bathroom and with the swish of her wand the shower turned on.
Once fully naked she stepped into the large space and let the water rise all over her. She then proceeded to soap herself from head to toe. Fully satisfied that she had not missed a place she detached the shower head holding it over her head.
As the bubbles floated down her body so did the shower head. And as soon as she reached the bottom of her belly a sudden realisation hit her.
'Oh she is a naughty witch.' Narcissa whispered.
For those of you that don't know the term root or rooting is slang for sex...
ohhhh and this is a one shot split into two chapters...if that makes sense ;)
R & R