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Hermione couldn’t help but chuckle as she tugged Narcissa back and cupped the side of her face and said, “Soon.” Hearing the soft and almost playfulness in her tone made Narcissa smile. Intertwining their fingers, she let Narcissa pull her to join the others. Stepping into the other room, they saw nothing but solemn faces. She looked to Harry and saw his brilliant green eyes blazing brightly with anger and followed his gaze to find Kingsley Shacklebolt standing between his own guard. Gratefully accepting the rather full glass of her favorite bourbon from Fleur, Hermione took a seat she and huffed, “Let’s get this over with shall we? Judging from the look Harry is giving you, I can only assume this has something to do with the red-headed bastard.”
Kingsley gravely looked into his glass as he swirled the amber liquid. When he looked up, he saw that Narcissa had all but pulled the witch in question into her lap. With a shake of his head, he replied, “I want you to know that this isn’t my idea. My cabinet has gone behind my back and set up a press conference to show how the Golden Trio are on their way to being mended. They have scheduled it for Saturday, knowing that two-thirds had classes to teach beforehand.”
“No.”
Kingsley stared open mouth for a moment. “What do you mean no Hermione? None of us have a choice. If you do not attend, then someone will be coming with an arrest warrant.” Seeing the tear rolling down Hermione’s cheek his heart broke a little as he said, “I have tried to stop it, but they have shackled me to my position. I have someone I trust digging around trying to trace the bribes. That is the only thing I can think of.”
“Have you looked to my ex-husband? This entire situation reeks of him.” Narcissa said as she held Hermione close. Lowering her head, she whispered, “Does he know? Do you want to show him? It may help by…”
Hermione shook her head no and looked down at their joined hands. Too much had happened over the last twenty-four hours, and it was all beginning to catch up to her, forcing everything to shut down. “What about the person who tried to breach the wards?”
Kingsley’s head snapped up and demanded, “What are you talking about?”
Minerva’s lips thinned as she replied, “Someone tried to slip through the wards and into the courtyard near Professor Granger’s quarters. I thought you were here to tell us that Mr. Weasley had something to do with it. I had my Deputy analyze the area along with these two Aurors.” Glancing at the clock, she continued, “If you would like to continue this conversation Minister, then perhaps we should do so in my office and leave my professors to rest up before their first day of classes tomorrow. As for you four, I think it would be wise if you did not return to your quarters Hermione.”
Hermione wanted to refuse, to say that she could take care of herself, instead she gave her mentor a weak smile and allowed Narcissa to pull her into her lap. All she managed to say was, “I just need to grab a few things before I turn in for the evening.” Shuffling to her feet, she set about her business, and when she reached the door, she turned and saw that every single person was following her. With a shake of her head, she decided not to argue and pulled Narcissa with her.
They only needed to walk down the hall, and as she went to touch the door, Auror Scott stepped between her and the door while Auror Bailey began checking for any hidden dangers. “We just want to be cautious,” Scott replied to Hermione’s unasked question. Seeing her Partner’s head tilt to the side, Scott then asked, “When was the last time you were in your rooms? Were you working on anything top secret?”
“Several hours ago, and not yet. What have you found?” Hermione replied, suddenly on edge. “Is it safe for me to enter my own rooms?”
Bailey walked up to the group and said, “It is, but we would like for you to stay behind us.” Forming a wall in front of Hermione, Bailey opened the door cautiously and heard a gasp come from over her shoulder. Apparently, someone did make it through the wards and turned her room over. Books, rolls of parchment, cloths, and photos were strewn everywhere.
Harry stepped up and put an arm around her waist as Narcissa had her arm around her shoulders as she murmured, “Let’s get what you need darling, and then we can get you settled.” Hermione was stunned at what was before her. Why was all this happening now?
Since Narcissa and Harry were holding Hermione up, Fleur took it upon herself to gather everything. During this time, Minerva and Kingsley bid them good evening, not wanting to know where Hermione was going to be staying. A few minutes after they left, Fleur came back and handed Narcissa a bag as she said, “Everything should be there. Pajamas, teaching robes, an outfit for tomorrow, and a set of work out gear. Do you need any notes or books?” In complete silence, Hermione made her way over to her desk and grabbed a folder and two additional tomes. When she reached the door, she turned to look at her rooms once more, the very place she called home since last summer. They all made their way back to Narcissa’s quarters, but before they entered Fleur said, “You know where to find us if you need anything.”
Harry gathered Hermione up in a tight hug and added, “We’ll see you in the morning. Promise me that you won’t venture out for your workout alone. I already know that there is no way to convince you to just use the come and go room.”
Hermione gave him a squeeze and replied, “I promise. I’ll see you both tomorrow at breakfast.” After a quick hug with Fleur, she turned to enter her new quarters and said, “Auror Bailey, Auror Scott, can I just have a word with you. I’m not sure if the plan is for you two to set up a watch for the evening, or if you will simply set up a trigger ward, but I did want to give you a fair warning. I tend to have some nightmares from time to time…”
“Let’s leave them to it dear. The guest room is just through there.” Narcissa said while pointing to the door on the left. Handing Hermione her glass, she picked up her own and pulled Hermione towards her inner chambers. Allowing her lover time to get settled, she made her way towards her closet and began to undress. Hermione so was absorbed with her thoughts, she never noticed the fact that Narcissa changed, nor the fact that the blonde was attempting to call her. Taking the now empty glass from her hands, she said, “You need to try and get some rest. Are you sure I couldn’t persuade you to take something to help you sleep?”
Hermione let Narcissa pull her to her feet and help her change. Pulling back the covers, she silenced the room and replied, “I don’t think that is a good idea. Could you just hold me?”
Narcissa waited for Hermione to stow her wand in her holster before beckoning her to join her. Noticing Hermione cringe as she tried to get into bed, she asked, “Are your scars bothering you?”
Hermione sighed, “I have been so tense these last few hours that everything is pulling. It should pass eventually.”
Summoning a bottle from across the room Narcissa said, “If you lay on your stomach, I made this wonderful lotion to help relax the spasming muscles and could rub some onto your back. I promise that it only does that.”
Hermione was skeptical about trusting Narcissa after the last time she said that in this very room. “You swear that is all it does?” She waited for Narcissa’s nod before, she softly asked, “Do you need me to drop the glam?”
“That would be ideal. I want you to know that you don’t have to hide from me.” Narcissa gently replied. When Hermione did drop the glam, she shuffled over on her knees and cupped her face and said, “No matter what you think, you are still beautiful to me. I won’t allow you to push away from my darling. Let’s get you comfortable so that I can hopefully ease some of that pain.” Helping Hermione out of her shirt and pulled her gently towards the bed. Placing a pillow under her stomach/pelvis for support, she gently straddled her while muttering a warming charm on the bottle before setting to work.
Hermione moaned the moment Narcissa’s hands applied pressure, thanking Merlin himself for bringing such an amazing witch into her life. It felt as if Narcissa was working some incredible magic with the way she was kneading and rubbing away all the tightness, all the pain. After several glorious minutes, Hermione had officially been turned into a pile of goo. It had been a very long time since she felt this at ease, and in very little pain. She was utterly oblivious to the rest of the world, and never noticed that Narcissa had moved to lay down beside her. Narcissa did her best not to stare but found herself wound tightly thanks to the delicious sounds Hermione was making. Attempting to shift her body with as little movement as possible, she clenched her legs together in an effort to relieve some of the tension that was building.
Hermione cracked her eyes open to see Narcissa’s own were darkened with desire. Slowly opening them, she put an arm around Narcissa’s waist and pulled her close. In a husky tone that was full of lust said, “You have the most magical fingers… that was fantastic. If you are up for it, I could help ease some of the... tension.”
~Warning~
Narcissa shivered as Hermione’s sultry tone washed over her, making her own pupils almost stormy. Turning to face Hermione, she felt her mouth run dry and licked her lips while gazing deeply into her lover’s eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she was so turned on. Allowing herself to be pulled in, the kiss was soft, warm, inviting, and almost unsure. The tension began to build, and the passion between the two of them suddenly exploded. Somehow Hermione managed to divest them of their clothes and was pinning her to the mattress. The moment their naked bodies touched, Narcissa let out a deep, throaty moan. “Sweet Salazar Hermione.”
Hermione’s hands slowly wandered down, paying particularly close attention to each breast before continuing their exploration. While she was trailing kisses down her neck, her finger slowly slipped between Narcissa’s eager lips. “Sweet Merlin you feel better than I’ve dreamed of.”
“Please… More… I need…” Narcissa’s moan was swallowed by Hermione’s mouth.
Continuing to trail her fingers all around, Hermione breathlessly asked, “Do you trust me?” As she sunk two fingers deep within and made Narcissa gasp as she arched her back off the mattress.
With Hermione slowly pumping, Narcissa panted, “Yes. With all my heart.”
Pulling Narcissa in for a demanding and dominating kiss, she said, “Good Godric you are so fucking beautiful. Have you ever truly been with a Transfiguration Master?” Narcissa shook her head, unable to speak after a hard, deep thrust, making Hermione give her a sultry grin. Hearing Narcissa’s whimpers at the loss of contact she added, “Just a moment, I promise.” Grabbing her wand, she pointed it at her lower abdomen and softly murmured a spell Narcissa has never heard in Latin. Instantly Hermione winced and let out a gasp as her body began to morph. Thankfully it only lasts for a few seconds. Looking down she saw that Narcissa was propped up on her elbows and looking ready to devour her. Hermione slowly lowered herself down, and Narcissa wrapped her legs around her hips as she laced her fingers through her hair.
Narcissa freed one hand and lightly trailed it down as Hermione mirrored her movements. Both women groaned the moment they made contact with their warm centers. As Hermione’s fingers pushed aside her lover’s lips and lightly traced a lone finger around until applying just enough pressure to make her hips buck. Narcissa firmly took hold of Hermione’s transfigured body and slowly began to pump, drawing out each movement just long enough to ensure a certain amount of torture, making Hermione growl as she nipped at her swollen lips. She swiftly withdrew and slapped Narcissa’s hand away as she gripped her hips and thrust forward. Narcissa gasped at the sudden intrusion while trying to arch up to eagerly meet her.
The two of them seem to be suspended in time as their bodies fused together. It was at that moment, everything was laid out for them to see. Hermione loosened her grip on her hips, and slowly traced her fingertips up Narcissa’s body until she plucked her hands away and gripped her wrist tightly. Pinning them above the blonde’s head, she growled into a demanding kiss, claiming those lusciously tasty lips. Gone was the young witch who was ashamed of her appearance and tried to hide from the world. She had been replaced with someone who was confident, radiating with the sheer power that was simply oozing out of her that clearly demanded others to submit to her every whim. Narcissa fought to free her arms. She was the one who was in command and did not allow anyone else to tell her what to do or how to feel.
Narcissa gasped when Hermione bit her neck and adjusted herself to hit that one spot that every woman dreamed of. Her world suddenly exploded as she gasped when her senses went into overdrive. “Fuck…” she moaned after a particularly hard thrust.
Hermione continued to pound Narcissa, unable to restrain herself. The more Narcissa tried to fight, the harder she took her and the more turned on she became. Feeling Narcissa’s wall begin to flutter she gasped, “Not yet.”
Despite the fog that began to roll in, Hermione’s plea/command took hold, and she panted, “Need… Touch…Oh Mione, I’m so close… I can’t.”
Hermione released her hands and wrapped one arm around her waist to lift her slightly while propping herself up on one arm. When Narcissa’s nails dragged across her back, she hissed through clenched teeth. Kissing Narcissa hard to distract her from the horrible pain that branch out as the tender flesh on her back tore. “Not yet,” she said through those clenched teeth. Narcissa subconsciously seemed to sense her pain and moved to thread her fingers through her hair.
Hermione’s thrust became almost frantic as Narcissa tightened her legs around her waist. Her entire body tensed as Narcissa screamed her name. Hermione ignored the deep burning her back as she followed Narcissa over the edge screaming, “Cissa!” Suddenly her arm gave out due to sheer exhaustion and fell to the side, not wanting the beautiful woman beneath her to carry her full weight after such an enlightening experience.
Narcissa’s heart was still racing… actually skipping beats and had left her speechless. Completely exhausted, she rolled to her side to watch the candlelight dance across her lover’s face. Seeing the tear stream down Hermione’s cheek, she moved to place a comforting hand on her cheek and asked, “Are you alright darling? It wasn’t that terrible was it?” Going to wipe it away, her hand caught the light just right, and she gasped. Panic flew through her as she scrambled for her wand. It only took a swish to change the lighting in the room. “Is it alright if I look at your back?”
Waiting for the nod, she moved slowly, feeling terrible for causing this amount of pain, especially after just a wonderful tumble between the sheets. Unable to help herself, she gasped when she saw the massive open gash. “Oh darling, I am so so sorry. Please let me heal it. I can even rub some more of that lotion onto your back.”
Hermione tried to blindly reach for Narcissa as she replied, “You can’t heal them. You cannot use any type of healing magic on the skin there, or where ever you see a scar thanks to the curses he used along with the cursed blade.”
“What do you need me to do? Do you want me to get Fleur?”
Hermione shook her head and replied, “You need to apply a salve and bandages. I also need something for the pain.” She finally managed to catch Narcissa’s hand and said, “Take a deep breath. I’ll be okay. I should have told you how thin the skin was.”
Narcissa gave Hermione’s hand a little squeeze as she caressed the top of it with her thumb. She leaned down to kiss her forehead before rushing to gather everything. Grabbing the salve from the medicine cabinet, she made her way over to her Private Potion stock. Looking over the various vials, she decided to go with one of her own creations but then squashed the idea. Hermione was already wary of taking things from her, and she didn’t want to push it. Swiftly making her way back to the bed, she saw that Hermione had her eyes tightly shut and said, “Can you move? I want you to take something for the pain before I tend to your back.”
Hermione let Narcissa help her up and moved to the edge of the bed. Seeing the hesitant expression on Narcissa’s face, she said, “Please don’t feel bad. This isn’t the first time this happened. If anyone should apologize, then it should be me. I should have told you about it when you gave me that massage.”
Narcissa continued to look everywhere else but Hermione’s eyes as she handed over the potion. Without prompting, Hermione threw it back and then as she went to hand it to Narcissa, she gripped her hand tightly and pulled her into her lap. She sighed heavily but did not fight her. When Hermione’s arms encircled her waist, she leaned back and said, “I can’t help but feel horrible for putting you through this much pain.”
Kissing her bare shoulder, Hermione replied in almost a purr, “Stop thinking about that. Think about how I made you feel. Think about all the pleasure, of how well our bodies fit together. About how wonderfully mind-blowing the sex was, and the extraordinary orgasm that ripped through your entire body and consumed your mind.”
When Narcissa went to shift her weight, she made Hermione smirk when she realized just how aroused she was once more. Trying to stand, Hermione tightened her hold as her hands began to wander. When she started to palm her breast, Narcissa let out a throaty groan and tilted her head back to rest on Hermione’s shoulder, exposing her neck. It took only a second before Hermione’s lips began to ravish her, this time making her give a deep moan that seemed to travel down to the marrow of her bones. When Hermione’s hand started to creep towards her dripping warm center, Narcissa finally managed to turn herself around and straddle her, making the younger witch twitch as she thrust her hips. Narcissa smirked into another heated exchange. Pulling back, she felt her lover’s transfigured cock twitch once more as she chuckled, “Perhaps I should call you my stallion.” She lifted herself up and slowly impaled herself on the rock hard member.
Both were unable to breathe or utter a sound until Narcissa reached Hermione’s hilt. Once that happened, there was a sharp intake of breath before a loud moan. Narcissa remained still as she gazed deeply into Hermione’s lust filled eyes and saw that the potion hadn’t fully taken effect just yet. Hermione tried to move within Narcissa but grimaced slightly when the fire returned to her back. Narcissa cupped her face and said, “Relax darling. You were so kind as to help me, it’s only fitting for me to return the favor.” She thread her finger’s through those soft brunette curls as she slowly rocked her hips.
Hermione did her best not to dig her fingers into Narcissa’s hips as she moaned from how she was moving ever so slowly. With Narcissa’s slow rocking, it set her nerves on edge and managed to completely shut down her brain. The only thing she was able to do was to continue to gaze into those beautiful, lust filled blue eyes. Since she was so focused on being in the moment, she never realized that the potion had finally started to do its job. However, this was the moment Narcissa was waiting for. Carefully pulling Hermione closer, she watched as her eyes fluttered as she slowly lifted up and moved even slower as she worked her tight self back down. When Narcissa started to lean back, Hermione palmed the blonde’s back as she tried to support her. As Narcissa was arching back, Hermione’s lips slowly trailed kisses down her body when there was a sudden shift between them.
What started as slow and deliberate, quickly switched to something entirely in a class of its own. Narcissa began to gather steam and clasped her hands behind Hermione’s neck, making sure not to gouge the delicate skin. She grounded her hips down and gasped. Feeling her own heart rate steadily increase. Knowing that each thrust was bringing them closer and closer. Feeling Hermione’s hand travel to the center of her back, she dragged her fingertips along her soft skin. She moaned, “So close… Ahh… Right there, Mione…”
Hermione felt Narcissa’s walls contract and panted, “So.. Close.. Cissa…” Watching the beads of sweat run down Narcissa’s chest, she felt her body begin to coil even tighter. As Narcissa’s essence continued to bathe her. She dragged her nails up from the center of her back to intertwine her fingers in the beautiful blonde hair. Gripping tightly, she forced Narcissa’s head back up so that she could look into Narcissa’s eyes and moaned, “Cum with me…”
Narcissa’s movements began to become frantic, just as she was about out to teeter over that proverbial cliff. Unable to contain herself any longer she screamed, “Mione!” As another earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her.
Despite the jerky movements and sweat, Hermione held her tightly as Narcissa’s walls clamped down tightly, causing her to scream, “Cissa!” Both women continued to fire like pistons, drawing the other jubilations out, eventually slowing only to milk every last drop of pleasure. Completely exhausted, Hermione pulled Narcissa in for a warm and loving kiss. Keeping their bodies flush, she slowly pulled her head back and said, “That was incredible.”
Narcissa replied with her own lazy smile, “Indeed. I’m glad you enjoyed your distraction. I’ll tend to your back in a moment… as soon as the feeling to my legs returns.” Seeing a random tear, she asked, “Are you alright? Is it your back?”
Hermione leaned her head into Narcissa’s touch and kissed the palm of her hand. “I’m still a little tender, but that isn’t what the tear is for. It has been ages since someone has cared for me like this. I vowed to never show my true self to anyone after the way my world fell apart. It terrified me to feel the things I have tried to hide from. It still terrifies me that you have been able to get past all of my defenses and it’s only been two days. Then you go and tell me that you want to be with me... the real me. I tried to run away, and you followed. You managed to get me to open up, to show you what I really look like, and instead of running like everyone else, you pulled me closer while telling me that I was beautiful.”
Noticing Hermione cringe once more, Narcissa said, “Will you let me give you something different? I created something that will take away your pain and numb only what hurts. I wanted to give it to you earlier, but was worried..” She was cut short when Hermione kissed her. Taking that for a yes, she flicked her wrist and summoned everything she needed. Hermione eyed her carefully, and she said, “Trust me.” Seeing Hermione’s raised brow, she gave an unladylike snort as she handed her the potion. Taking the vial, she handed Hermione her wand before slowly moving, wincing slightly herself. Thankfully Hermione didn’t notice anything until Narcissa went to apply the salve. When she jumped, Narcissa put a gentle hand on her shoulder and said, “You seem to be more than tender darling. I’m sorry for doing this, and I’m sorry that this is going to be worse. I’ll be as quick as I can.” Giving her a little squeeze, Narcissa worked quickly as she applied the salve and bandages.
Hermione remained as stoic as possible but was unable to stop a few tears from falling. She allowed Narcissa to help her lay down and curled into the older witch since she couldn’t lay on her back. Sensing her unasked question, she said, “Just being here helps keep it all away.” Feeling Narcissa softly kiss the top of her head, she snuggled closer and couldn’t keep the doped up smile off her lips as she slowly faded to visit Morpheus.