It's not that complicate... it's just...

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"So... a woman who is running away from another woman, have pride at all?!"

"You also run away, Ms Granger. From a woman."

"It's none of your fucking business..." she hissed in the other woman's mind, still ignoring the the close proximity their bodies were in... she tried to ignore how... how good the other woman was smelling.

"Why do you hate me so much, Ms Granger? I mean, aren't five years enough?!"

"I'll not talk to you about something like that..."

"Then why are you here?! You knew I would be here... you could've denied it... why aren't you just ignoring me, like before?! But to be honest, your try was really good."

"Thank you..." Hermione sighed, and Narcissa continued, before Hermione could say something else:

"Ms Granger... let me repeat that Question: when you hate me so much... why are you talking with me now...?"

"I... I don't know... perhaps I don't want to stand in here with you, of all people, in total silence while we are waiting for two people to leave."

Narcissa nodded, and also sighed... they were just standing there in silence, listening to Rita Skeeter's high pitched, false laugh, rolling their eyes at the same time...

After both managed to sit down, both hissing at each other as quietly as possible because one had stepped on the other's dress (,,Could you watch where you put your damn knee-?" ... ,,Damn that dress was expensive, Ms Granger!" ...  "Oh sorry, but I thought with the number of dresses you own, I could rip one. Just for a change." ... " Seriously, Ms. Granger?! Sarcasm?! This dress is more expensive than your house.") came the question from Hermione as to why Narcissa was running away from Rita Skeeter.

"It's my son's wedding... do you believe I would really want to talk to a Bug, with a mouth like a waterfall, on my son's wedding... about the fact that I've ruined her dress?"

"You did what?!"

"It was not really my fault. She just ran into me, and I poured some firewhiskey over her dress, and since that day, she wants to talk to me, if I drink much and whether I'm always too drunk to carry a glass of firewhiskey."

"Something like that can happen, can't it?!"

"Were you already in here when I called her mouth a waterfall?! I'm just her next story. That's why I run away from her since a while now."

"So... you actually can move your feet." Hermione thought, and their eyes met...

"Don't..."

"Yes... you were just standing there..."

"Not today, Ms Granger... and not in here?!"

"Afraid I could slap you?! It's enough space for that..."

"Rather afraid I could slap you back. You don't know the truth."

"I know the truth! I was there! And you..."

"Don't scream louder in my head, than you are already doing..."

"YOU DID NOTHING!!!"

"THAT'S A LIE, AND YOU KNOW THAT!" Narcissa shouted back in her thoughts, clasping on her wand, like her life would depends on it. Hermione also had pulled out her wand, and they were staring in each other's eyes... none of them was thinking... none of them was whispering... they were only staring each other nearly to death...

"Think, Hermione..." Narcissa thought much more softly than before, and after a long pause, during which Hermione had closed her eyes, leaning her head against the wall behind her. If someone would ever found out, that she was sitting in a broom cabinet with Narcissa Black... fighting through legilimence... they would definitely laugh at her... or at the both of them.

She sighed, and looked back at Narcissa who seemed to fight against something... some urge, Hermione could not describe right now.

"Think, Hermione..." she thought again, before she continued: "What happened after-"  a note, slipping through the door interrupted them. They were both staring at it, and the moment they wanted to pick it up, their fingers touched, and Hermione blushed hard, giving Narcissa the note, who unfolded it... she sighed, and gave it to Hermione:

"The both of them are gone, and since Pansy just overthought her breakfast, Rita just got a new story. -A"

Hermione couldn't resist but laugh... she just laughed, until even Narcissa had to laugh... they took a deep breath, nodded, and when they stood up, their legs were brushing against each other's, skin was touching skin for a second too long, and Hermione lost her balance because of this and stumbled forward slightly and was caught by Narcissa's hands at her sides, while Hermione's hands were at the woman's hips. They were breathing hard, standing very close together, and it slipped out of Hermione's mouth, before she could stop herself: ,,I like you perfume..."

Narcissa blushed hard, whispering: ,,Your dress is just as beautiful like the last one you were wearing... at the last anniversary..."

,,I-It's the same..." Hermione confessed, trying not to look on Narcissa's lips, but she was ignoring her gaze, and the next possible view was... straight into Narcossa's cleavage... and yes... Hermione had to confess... those breasts were-

,,My eyes are up here..." Narcissa ripped her out of her thoughts, she looked up, and realized her mistake, because her eyes were... breathtaking... she felt as if some invisible force was pulling her forward... it was... for just a moment she thought she felt Narcissa gripping in Hermione's dress and also pulled her closer, but somehow... she wanted it... she wanted to be pulled closer.

She saw how red lips parted slightly... she saw how the woman's chest moved heavier... she felt hands tighten... were those her owns hands? She couldn't tell... that was not possible... it just did not happen... she wasn't pulled forward... she wasn't touching Narcissa's body with her own...

The woman smirked... she saw how teeth were biting in the bottom lip right in front of her... too close... far too close, and still too far away...

The door was ripped open, and both of them pushed the other witch away, staring at Andromeda, who looked at them both, asking: ,,Didn't you get my note?!"

,,Yes we did... but your sister can't stand up, without ripping both of our dresses apart." Hermione said, and walked passed Andromeda and felt a magical push, through which she almost fell over her own feet.

"Bite me."

"Oh I'm really sorry, Ms Granger... did I hit you?"

She glared behind herself, seeing Narcissa walking next to her sister, winking at her, and she couldn't stop it... she turned around, and smirked... unsure what had happened right now... nor what had happened... almost...

TBC...