(You didn't think I was going to leave you hanging there, did you?)

Happy Halloween and a Blessed Samhain to everyone.

A/N: I'm going to take a moment and publicly reply to a review on my story, because I do understand the nuance and importance of issues in Marriage Equality. (And will hit this topic later on in this story)

"addictedtobuffyhpfanfic - I know this was mentioned in a previous chapter but I don't feel like going back as I read. I think its incorrect to say states can still have their "mini DOMAS", the law was not the same the bans on gay marriage in individual states. While the defeat of that law was important and allows states that do allow gay marriage to get national benefits, there isn't so much a law against same sex marriage in certain states as much as no law allowing it (might be legal semantics and hopefully the whole nation gets it within 10 years, a couple law suits that can do this are in the works)."

Actually, there are states whose restrictive 'definitions' of what marriage can be go even further to ban any chance of having something equal to marriage for homosexual couples.

Below I will cite the US DOMA as well as Indiana's Criminal code, as well as Texas', Michigan's, and Virginia's Constitutional Amendments:

US DOMA (which section 3 has been struck down)
Section 1. Short title
This Act may be cited as the "Defense of Marriage Act".
Section 2. Powers reserved to the states
No State, territory, or possession of the United States, or Indian tribe, shall be required to give effect to any public act, record, or judicial proceeding of any other State, territory, possession, or tribe respecting a relationship between persons of the same sex that is treated as a marriage under the laws of such other State, territory, possession, or tribe, or a right or claim arising from such relationship.
Section 3. Definition of marriage (ruled unconstitutional by the Supreme Court)
In determining the meaning of any Act of Congress, or of any ruling, regulation, or interpretation of the various administrative bureaus and agencies of the United States, the word 'marriage' means only a legal union between one man and one woman as husband and wife, and the word 'spouse' refers only to a person of the opposite sex who is a husband or a wife.

Because Section Two is still in effect, someone who gets legally 'gay' married (it's honestly just a marriage in the states where it's legal) in one state cannot have that contract recognized in another state. Imagine if this were applied to all contracts, like credit cards, vehicle ownership, etc... (Honestly, that section is a violation of the "Full Faith and Credit" Clause in the Constitution, but I digress)

In Indiana, it's actually illegal to attempt to get married according to their criminal code:
(Copied, in part, from the San Francisco Sentinel)

A 1997 state law declares it a Class D felony to submit false information on a marriage license application or lie about the physical condition, including gender, of a marriage license applicant. (due to the state's marriage license application specifically designates "male applicant" and "female applicant")

However, starting July 1, 2014, this law had dropped the crime to a Level 6 felony, punishable by a maximum of 18 months in prison and a potential fine of up to $10,000. Unfortunately, the law also penalizes clergyman, judge, mayor, city clerk or town clerk-treasurer who solemnizes a marriage between two people of the same gender. Those who conduct a gay marriage ceremony can be charged with a Class B misdemeanor, punishable by up to 180 days in jail and a fine of up to $1,000.

Texas' Constitutional Amendment: (I'm from Texas, so 'Howdy, y'all'...)
Article 1, Section 32 of the Texas Constitution:
(a) Marriage in this state shall consist only of the union of one man and one woman.
(b) This state or a political subdivision of this state may not create or recognize any legal status identical or similar to marriage.

"To secure and preserve the benefits of marriage for our society and for future generations of children, the union of one man and one woman in marriage shall be the only agreement recognized as a marriage or similar union for any purpose."

"That only a union between one man and one woman may be a marriage valid in or recognized by this Commonwealth and its political subdivisions. This Commonwealth and its political subdivisions shall not create or recognize a legal status for relationships of unmarried individuals that intends to approximate the design, qualities, significance, or effects of marriage. Nor shall this Commonwealth or its political subdivisions create or recognize another union, partnership, or other legal status to which is assigned the rights, benefits, obligations, qualities, or effects of marriage."

This nuance means that, even if a non-marriage (either civil union, or other such legal paperwork between two persons in order to claim the same rights as marriage such as power of attorney, medical power of attorney, cited in a will as a spouse to inherit an estate/pension/property) legal status existed between two members of the same sex, the above constitutional amendments would INVALIDATE it.

Narcissa nodded to the woman before her, though it felt like they had never met before in their lives.

"I trust you." The world went away, tight bands pressing around the pair of them. They landed in their bedroom of Granger Manor. Narcissa was still re-orienting herself as to which way was up as the spell filled her with dread.


Holy fuck. The world was turned upside down, or at least that's what it felt like to the blonde. She was dangling by an ankle, her pencil skirt bunching up around her knees as blood rushed to her head as well as the lower parts of her body.

What is she up to? Narcissa thought as her knickers were ripped off of her. Oh, that...

Hermione stalked through the doorway and paused to lower the lights with a flick of her wand. She's dimming the room to be more like... oh. From Narcissa's upside-down view, she saw a wicked smile on her wife's lips. Holy. Fuck. She's dual-wielding wands, and one of them is the DeathStick. Cissy wanted to know what was about to happen, but before she can ask, conjured ropes begin to slither around her wrists and ankles as a wand-tip traces down the back of her spine, a severing charm cutting through the laces of her corset.

The Slytherin shivered in anticipation and fear as the top was removed, and another wand-flick vanished her skirt altogether. Bugger, I liked that skirt! Cissy thought as a slow lap of her wife's tongue on her quim wiped all thoughts from her head.

Hermione moaned, pleased with herself as the blonde was dangling from one ankle and her thighs trembled slightly. The ropes continued to wrap themselves and pulled her towards the ground, the levicorpus spell ending slowly as the older woman was gently dropped in a kneeling position in front of her wife.

Hermione paused as she transfigured her dress into a form-fitting black PVC halter dress, so short that it barely covered anything. How is it that this woman has such painfully beautiful curves? Narcissa's breath was thready in anticipation as her wrists were struggling against the rope ties behind her back. Heat and wetness begin to pool in her sex, and she worried that her own moisture will begin to run down her thigh.

Hermione stood before her, eyes locked on hers with ravenous hunger. Narcissa couldn't even focus on the claustrophobia ...my eyes can't leave her. It's like I'm mesmerized… watching and waiting for the serpent's strike. So much for her being a Gryffindor. Hermione's panting is quietly apparent but then again she's just used quite a few intense spells in short order. Honey-brown eyes blaze with anger, need, and pure unadulterated lust.

Slytherin's Snake, I could spontaneously combust from her look alone. A slick pool of moisture ran down Narcissa's thigh as their eyes met and Cissy quit fighting the restraints. She realized she was captured, naked, and vulnerable to the woman before her. The fear was palpable, and was mostly responsible for the wetness pooling around her knee as she was on the floor.

Hermione's prurient smile and wicked glint in her eye was as sexy as it was unnerving for her wife.

"Please don't hurt me," Narcissa whispers, pleading.

Hermione's brow furrows, blinking twice. Say something, anything!


Hermione's mouth drops open slightly in surprise, and Narcissa nuzzles her wife with her cheek, looking up to her with nervous eyes and her bottom lip dragging between her teeth. Slowly closing her eyes, Hermione leans over until their noses touch, and as the lips almost meet, Cissy's breath hitches in her throat. Hermione's fingers stroke a cheek and runs through her lovers' hair.

The Gryffindor's voice wavers for a moment, a hint of the nervous girl beneath the confident exterior.

"Cissy, tell me that this is okay. That... we both want this. That it's not just some fucking spell forcing me to want you, or forcing you to let me take advantage of... you..." Hermione took a deep breath, her eyes and jaw clenched shut in the fateful moment.

"We still have free will; look at the past week. It sucked, but we're here by choice. This isn't just magic, I want this. The rope, the bondage, the illusion of fear. I want you and I trust you."

"Even though I'm uh... going to use you as I see fit?" Hermione said, her heart pounding furiously in her chest.

Narcissa nodded. "I... I consent and gladly give... myself to you, wife." Narcissa was almost sure she heard her wife purr at that. Hermione nuzzled her cheek against her wife and savored the moment.

"O... okay. Hmmmmm... Have I mentioned I love your new hair?" Hermione says huskily. Narcissa's soft moan in reply is barely audible, and as their eyes meet again, the look is wary, like she doesn't know what's happening.

Taking the initiative, Hermione pulls gently on Narcissa's hair, tilting her head up to kiss, forcing her tongue between her lips and into her mouth. Hermione groans as Cissy whimpers in delight; hands embracing her and pulling them closer. As the Slytherin is still bound and fighting the rope ties, something breaks in her and Narcissa finally kisses Hermione back, hard, needy, and possessive. Tongue and lips twist and duel each other, seeking dominance and passion. She tastes divine.

Hermione pulls back suddenly, the collective breathing ragged and mingling. Where do I stop and she begins? Narcissa's hands quit fighting the restraints as Hermione's eyes narrow in question.

"What are you doing to me?" Hermione whispers, confused.

"Kissing you... Ma'am." As Narcissa says that, Hermione's eyes look down, ashamedly.

"You... um... said not to hurt you."

"What?" Cissy was confused, needing to return to hungry kisses, the quenching of desire...

"Just now, you said for me to not hurt you... I thought it might be fun to try being a little rough?"

Oh… that's why she's nervous.

"We... have never really done this before." Narcissa stares up at her wife, her own thighs trembling in need.

"I've never been so turned on before. And being assertive, Domineering is so – hot." Cissy made a small sound of amusement as she realized the bookish intellectual was at a loss for words when this far aroused.

Hermione's eyes widen slightly, filled with wonder and lust. It's a heady mix, and Narcissa swallows her panic instinctively. Hermione's fingers thread through and grip the blonde-and-black-streaked hair as she grinds her pubic mound on her wife's face, fisting the hair between her knuckles.

Oh my… Please, tell me to please you and I will, Hermione... Narcissa's teeth almost chatter from the sexual tension, and she has to remember how to talk again.

"Exactly what did you want to do to me?" Narcissa breathes, astonished. Hermione helps her wife stand up, hands unable to stop themselves from brushing up and down Cissy's arms.

"I want - need - to possess you. I want to inflict some pain, assert myself, and make you mine. And I'm frustrated and aroused because you said you'd trust me, but also to not hurt you..." Her eyes glitters dangerously as her hands traveled lower, fingernails trailing her hipbone as her right hand clamped down on her lover's thigh.

"I want you Cissy, and I want you now. And if you're not ready for me to try hurting you just a little – which I think you just might like – I'm going to fuck you over this couch right now, hard, for my pleasure, not yours."

"Oh, I know I'll like it, Ma'am. I'll let you know if it gets to be too much." Mental note for later: teach her what a safe word is...

Hermione moves quickly and her hand is cupping the blonde's sex, one of her fingers sinking slowly inside. Her other arm holds her firmly in place against the couch, bending the Slytherin backwards as Narcissa tries to suppress her moaning.

"This is mine," she whispers aggressively. "All mine. Do you understand?" She eases hers finger in and out as she gazes down at her wife, gauging her reaction, eyes burning.

"Yes, yours," Narcissa breathes as her desire, like molten metal, surges through her veins, affecting… everything. Everything was alight with passion and desire; nerve endings, ragged breathing, heart pounding, and blood thrumming through her ears. Nothing else matters nor exists, it's just me and her, and I belong to her. I am hers utterly.

Abruptly, Hermione moves, doing several things at once; withdrawing her fingers, leaving Narcissa panting and pleading, undoing the rope restraints, pulling off her own knickers, and shoves Narcissa down onto he bed, face up, so that the Gryffindor is straddling on top of her.

"Hands above your head," she commands through gritted teeth as she kneels upright, her own quim hot and clenching in need. Narcissa places her hands above her head, and Hermione once again binds her wrists together.

The moment between the women is electrified as their need spikes. Hermione's crawls to re-position herself, moving her hips to meet Narcissa's face – I need to taste her, now, just like this – "I'm going to fuck your mouth, rough and hard." Oh… the anticipation. Narcissa's mouth opened and her tongue darted out, just barely too far away to touch her lover's folds.

You fucking tease! Please, closer... Narcissa gasped as a wand was at the tip of her clitoris and the vibration charm was cast. Sweet Slytherin, yes... Hermione's hips rolled forward and Cissy did what was expected of her.

"This will be quick, and it's for me, not you. Do you understand? Don't come until I do, or I will punish you," Hermione says suggestively as she looks down upon her whimpering wife. Narcissa nods the best she can under the circumstances, and is rewarded with a stronger vibration charm.

The vibrations on her clitoris were making Narcissa's hips rock into the air wantonly as she kept eye contact on her wife, alternating from delving into her wife with her tongue and sucking on the swollen clit before her. The sensation of being used and pleasured at the same time was building the orgasm within her and a thread of panic went through as doubt settled in.

Holy crap… how do I stop?

Hermione moaned loudly, gutturally, her hips rocking as she reveled in the sensations. Her left hand fisted the crown of Narcissa's hair and shuddered as her thighs began to quiver from their lovemaking.

No, this is fucking. And I am loving it.

Narcissa reveled in the restraints, being pinned down, forced to please her wife this way. She beheld the pert breasts swaying slightly as Hermione bucked her hips to get the perfect angle for the blonde to pleasure her.

They kept at it, rocking and sucking, licking and tongue-fucking hedonistically as the vibrating wand-tip was threatening to push the Slytherin over the edge.

Hermione arched forward and made eye contact with her wife as she began to tremble and move faster and with total abandon, her throat breaking into a passionate moan as she finds her own release, wave upon wave of pleasure cresting and crashing.

"oh fuck Hermione, I can feel your... I can't hold off..." Narcissa pleads from between her lover's folds. The wand is pulled off of Narcissa's sensitive spot and both hands sieze upon the former Malfoy's head as Hermione comes fully and loudly, her body full of micro-tremors as her skin flushes red and she rolls off of her lover, cancelling the rope restraint charm.

Hermione lies beside her lover, studying Cissy's naked form and grinning at the result. Narcissa whimpers as her body is on the verge, needing completion by her wife's permission.

"Do not touch yourself; I want you to remember feeling this frustrated. Once you understand this, you will never again deny me what's mine." Her honey brown eyes shone darkly, cravenly.

Cissy nods, panting. "Please let me come Ma'am." The Gryffindor smiled wickedly as she put three fingers in her wife's mouth, making her lubricate them before she suddenly fucks the blonde with them.

"You are mine, little slut. SAY IT." Hermione demands, using her fingers' rhythm penetrating her wife to accentuate her words, "You. Are. Mine." The immediate wetness and sudden stretching had Narcissa out of her mind at the moment and could only obey.

"I am yours, Ma'am. This slut is all yours. Yours, yours... May I come please?" As Cissy begged, a stray thought went through her mind, was this all my fantasy of just hers?

Hermione nodded, beginning to kiss her wife fervently as if a ritual. "Come for me..." And Narcissa exploded, moaning and screaming as their kiss grew deeper as they shared the moment, the orgasm, and their thoughts.

Gods, I love you, Hermione. Narcissa thought as their tongues danced about each other between their lips.

Where one ended and the other began was no longer a fixed, knowable point. Hermione's cunt felt sore like Narcissa's despite what happened. Narcissa's thighs gave way though she hadn't been on top.

"You feel better now?" Hermione asked, curled on her side with a leg thrown over Narcissa, planting soft kisses on her neck.

Cissy nodded. "I didn't know you could..."

"Me either. But I'm a Gryffindor; Fortune favors the bold. And I've been wanting - needing - to possess you like that. Um, if that's okay with you."

Narcissa yawned, noticing their relative ease around each other now. "That is more than okay. I've missed... Belonging... To someone like that whom I entirely trust." Narcissa rolled onto her side and Hermione spooned in behind her, curling her arm around her protectively.

Oh this is comfortable. This feels right... Her eyelids grew heavy and she closed them, savoring the scent of thier comingling.

Hermione was gobsmacked at that. "You trust me?"

"Of course, 'Mione. I love you." As the Slytherin fell asleep in the bed, the Gryffindor's eyes were wide in shock at the pronouncement.