Disclaimer: I don't anything, anything at all. I'm just borrowing these characters for a little bit.
This is a Femslash story for the pairing Hermione/Narcissa. If that isn't your thing, then this isn't the story for you, which is ok. But if it is your thing, read on and enjoy.
AN: I've had this story brewing for a while, and I figured now was as good a time as any to post this. Maybe it's becuase V-day is on the horizon, I don't know. But either way I hope you all enjoy the beginning of my little story.
A Love Worth Fighting For.
A story of a love that surpasses the test of time. A love that lives in the past, present, and future. A love that should have never been, but quickly became the only thing worth fighting for.
The first time it happened, was during their fourth year, when the Weasley's had taken both her and Harry with them to the Quidditch World Cup. Everyone was talking excitedly in their seats as they waited for the match to start, while Hermione was looking around the Quidditch pitch through a pair of magically altered binoculars.
Hermione's eyes soon fell on the Minster's box and she saw both Draco and Lucius Malfoy leaning arrogantly along the railing of the box, as they too awaited the match to begin. Hermione scoffed lightly at the sight of the two Malfoy's, before turning her binoculars slightly to the left, so that she could view the rest of the inhabitants of the Minsters Private box, and when she did, Hermione felt her breath leave her, as her eyes rested on the most beautiful and captivating sight that she had ever seen.
Sitting primly in the corner of the box, seemingly lost in her own world, was the gorgeous witch who had stolen Hermione's breath from her. The woman was tall and picturesque, with a fair complexion and long flowing platinum blonde hair, that she had expertly pulled back and styled with a series of jeweled clips. Her facial features were strong and defined but at the same time soft and feminine, in a way that Hermione before hadn't thought possible on a mere mortal. Though it seemed fitting since Hermione thought the woman looked more like some sort of goddess, than a mortal anyway. But the thing that captivated Hermione the most was the almost heartbreaking color of the woman's icy blue eyes.
The next thing Hermione was aware of was Ginny tugging on her arm and informing her that the Quidditch match was over and that they were heading back to camp. To say Hermione was surprised was an understatement. She hadn't even been aware that the game had started, let alone been played, and already finished, and she was more than a little embarrassed by the fact that she had apparently been staring at the older witch for hours.
As she walked through the stadium with her friends, a flash of blonde caught her eye, and she soon was filled with her vision from earlier. Though the next thing she noticed was that the witch was walking beside Lucius Malfoy, and her right hand was draped securely against Draco's forearm, and in that moment everything clicked into place for the young Gryffindor.
Hermione was taken aback by her revelation, and couldn't believe she hadn't picked up on the similarities earlier, especially the signature blonde hair that all the Malfoy's sported. The Woman she had been so taken with was Narcissa Malfoy, wife of Lucius and mother of Draco, two of the people that Hermione despised the most.
What was even more troubling was the fact the regardless of all this, and regardless of her better judgment, it was quite clear to Hermione that she fancied the older woman, and apparently she fancied her a lot more than she should.
The second time it happened, Hermione was in her sixth year and had been shopping in Madam Malkin's with Harry and Ron, when the three of them had run into Draco Malfoy. The three boys began arguing, and Hermione was trying to hold her two friend's back, so that things wouldn't get out of hand inside of the small shop. When suddenly she heard a new voice addressing them, a voice that when she heard it, ignited her senses, and sent shivers down her spine.
"Put those away. If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do." Narcissa spoke coldly towards Harry and Ron, as soon as she entered the room, taking stance beside her son.
Narcissa's blue eyes then ever so slightly shifted and met Hermione's own hazel ones head on. Hermione's breath hitched, when the other witch's eyes had connected with her own, though no one else besides Narcissa herself had seemed to hear it. Hermione continued to look deeply into the icy depths that were laid out in front of her, and watched as something she couldn't quite explain swirled inside of them, as Narcissa gazed upon her.
All to soon the gaze was broken. Hermione vaguely heard both Narcissa and Harry still speaking, but she was too trapped inside her own thoughts to even pay any attention to what was being said. The last thing her mind recognized was Narcissa's voice saying something about "Filth" before she was pulled out of her thoughts by the slamming of the door. The first thing she noticed when she came back around, was once again Narcissa had gone, as quickly as she had come. Just like she had two years prior, the day that Hermione's world had been forever changed.
After the confrontation with the Malfoy's, Both Harry and Ron wanted to head into the Leaky Cauldron for lunch, While Hermione informed them that she had an errand to run at Flourish & Blotts. And where buying a new book or two, was always high on Hermione's list, she just mostly wanted some time to herself to clear her head.
So The three friends then decided to split up, after Hermione assured them that she would join them at the Leaky Cauldron once she was finished with her errand.
Once inside the book store Hermione instantly went into the back of the shop and disappeared into the various stacks of books. She was walking through one of the isles, skimming her finger along the spines of the books shelved there, before she came to a stop, when she saw a book that was titled "Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches"
Hermione stared at it for a moment in mild interest, before shaking her head and moving on. She wasn't the type of person for self-help books, and even if she was, she wasn't crazy enough to think that she actually had a chance in charming a women like Narcissa Malfoy, twelve fail-safe ways or not.
Though the next book that caught her eye was entitled "Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy" and Hermione figured that just because she had no chance with Narcissa, didn't mean it would hurt anything to learn a thing or two about some of the pureblood families that she came into contact with, and without a second thought on the matter she reached for the book.
Though unbeknownst to Hermione another hand was reaching towards the bookcase as well, and Hermione soon found her hand grasping another, instead of the hardcover of the book, like she had been expecting. As soon as flesh met flesh, Hermione had felt what she could only describe as some sort of electric current flow through her hand and race up her arm.
She had been so surprised by the sudden sensation, that she abruptly pulled back her hand, severing the contact. Though in her haste she had misjudged the amount of force that she had used to do so, and she soon found herself stumbling backwards into the stack of books behind her.
She then braced herself for her imminent fall, but was surprised when it never came, and instead of her body meeting cold ground like she had thought. She found herself wrapped up in something soft and warm. Something that made her body tingle in a way that she had never before experienced. Something that felt like Heaven.
Hermione allowed herself to relish in the feeling for a moment, before she pulled herself back from the strong arms that had saved her, only to be met once again by eyes of ice blue.
"You should be more careful, Miss Granger. Wouldn't want you getting hurt." Narcissa spoke, when their eyes met. Her voice was still reserved, but not as cold as Hermione had expected, and even seemed to have a slight teasing air to it.
Hermione was surprised to once again be faced with the woman who seemed to so easily throw her off her axis. But quickly pulled herself together, so that she could respond to the woman, who was now just staring at her, a small look of amusement on her face.
"My apologies, Mrs. Malfoy. I didn't know you were there. I will try to be more careful, next time." Hermione replied politely.
"Is this what you needed?" Narcissa asked grabbing the text off the shelf and offering it to Hermione.
"Ah... Yes, Thank you." Hermione returned, taking the book, making sure not to touch the older witch in the process.
"That's quite interesting reading for someone of your... For a..." Narcissa began, and Hermione braced herself for the derogatory term that was about to fall from the Pure Bloods lips. She knew that regardless of her feelings for the blonde witch in front of her, that she would always just be a "Filthy Little Mud Blood" to Narcissa.
"...A Muggle born witch." Narcissa finished, much to Hermione's surprise.
"Oh, well it's good to be well-rounded." Hermione returned surprised. "...You can never have too much knowledge. You never know when you're going to need it." Hermione added, rambling slightly.
"Well that's true" Narcissa agreed, and Hermione could have sworn that she saw a hint of a smile on her lips.
"Mother?" Called the familiar voice that both Hermione and Narcissa recognized as belonging to Draco.
"It looks like I will be taking my leave." Narcissa said neutrally, before grabbing the book she had initially been reaching for,off of the bookshelf and walking past Hermione.
Hermione watched her go, admiring the woman a little more than she cared to admit, as she walked away. Though a second after she had begun walking, Narcissa stopped and turned back around to face her.
"Do try and be careful, Miss Granger. I may not be there to catch you next time." Narcissa told her in a tone of voice that the young Gryffindor couldn't quite place, before the older woman turned back around and disappeared from Hermione's view.
Hermione was more confused than ever after her trip to Flourish and Blotts. She didn't know what to make of her impromptu encounter with Mrs. Malfoy, but one thing she knew for certain was that she was in trouble.
Her crush blooming into something else entirely, after actually talking to the woman, as brief as their encounter may have been, and Hermione knew without a doubt, that she was already in way over her head.