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

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,,Alright... what happened?" Harry asked, when they met at the sixth Anniversary, and after he had heard of a little fight between Hermione and Narcissa.

,,I'm probably an idiot..." Hermione muttered, watching Narcissa talk to another witch across the room... she sighed, and said: ,,Four months ago we were really talking for the first time, and after she had told me what had happened in Shell Cottage, we were spending the whole day together... and then she told me..." she took a deeper breath, before she continued: ,,She told me, that the room was warded... she tricked me."

,,Hermione... I don't think she meant it mean. Perhaps she just wanted to talk to you..." she looked at him, asking: ,,But why? Why hadn't she tell me?"

,,Would you have talked to her, if you would have knew, that the room had been sound proof?" Hermione thought about it, and shook her head... she didn't know that, and it had also been the very same, Narcissa had told her. Why does everything had to be that complicate in her life?!

,,What do you think about her...?" he asked more softly, and she took a few sips from her champagne, saying: ,,It's complicate..."

,,I don't think so... I think you perfectly know what you think about her... I think you know, what you... feel." Hermione's eyes widened in slight shock, and she said: ,,What?! No! No... that's... no it's not-" and in that very moment their eyes met...

Narcissa was directly looking at her from across the room, and Hermione's heart was running far too fast.

People were walking through, but Hermione ignored them... she ignored Harry, who was saying something to her... perhaps she didn't really ignoring him... she just couldn't hear him... they were just looking into each other's eyes... none of them, was touching the other one's mind... none of them was moving away, when a floating plate passed them only inches away from their heads, and Hermione knew it... she knew it was crazy... she knew it was stupid. So stupid... she knew she should not feel that way, but she also knew, that... she didn't want to feel anything else.

She didn't want to think about anything else... just... dark brown eyes, whose were staring at her... she knew she should move her feet...

"The mind can give itself away against something you do not believe in, even though it is right in front of you..." she thought to herself, wishing there would be a bludger for her face right now... "Right in front of me..."

,,Harry...?" she finally whispered, and after a short nod from him, she said: ,,It's... it's not that complicate, is it?"

,,No..." he smirked, and placed a hand in her back, whispering: ,,I'm your best friend Hermione... her son is my husband... do you really think, I would not realize that?"

,,But..."

,,But...?" He asked, and continued: ,,What are you afraid of, Hermione? The age difference? The Blood status? I think, she care about that as less as you are..."

,,People..."

,,Mione... we both know, that People are talking. Everyday... they just have to find a wrong hair, and they are talking. And we both know, that you don't care about other people's opinions either..."

She nodded... she knew he was right... perhaps she was a bit unsure after Julia... knowing, Narcissa wasn't an inch like Julia...

Without really realizing it, she was moving forward... her feet were moving on their own... her heart was still running a marathon, and she placed her glass on the first plate, that floated passed her. Still looking at Narcissa, when someone caught her eye... Skeeter... she had also spotted Narcissa, so Hermione just ripped herself out of her thoughts, walked a bit faster, until she reached the other woman, and without saying something, she took Narcissa's hand, and lead her away... away from the people... out of the atrium, thinking:

"I want to know what your... Brobdingnagian Monstrosity of a desk... is good for..."

"It's good enough for many things..."

They walked faster, holding the other woman's hand tighter, until they reached Narcissa's office, where Hermione started talking without breathing: ,,I'm sorry... I'm really sorry for being too stubborn, to see it... I was too stubborn to see, that you were right... I can't tell you, if I would have talked to you if I would have known, that you had warded the broom cabinet. I don't know that... I don't know why my life is so complicate, or if it is true, and I do think too much about everything... about you... about my feelings... about the fact, that you are... so... so different from Julia, or the woman, I've met those years ago. I just know, that my work here, is sometimes so damn boring, that I wished to be back at Hogwarts... with you..." she took a few deep breaths, and looked at Narcissa, saying: ,,Ask me..."

,,What do you think... where you are... in 10 years..."

,,I think... I would like to come home... you... you are sitting in the garden with a book in hands, and I'm sitting down next to you..."

Narcissa stepped closer, pressing Hermione gently against her desk, still not breaking eye contact, before she leaned in, and whispered in Hermione's ear: ,,I love that picture... the picture of you... sitting next to me... of in front of me, and we are reading. Perhaps the same book..."

,,O-on the same bench..." Hermione whispered...

,,Or the same couch..." Narcissa whispered back, brushing a kiss on Hermione's cheek, who whispered: ,,On the same bed..."

,,In our... bed..." Narcissa muttered, looking at Hermione, who grabbed Narcissa's dress, pulling her into a kiss...

Narcissa immediately kissed her back passionately, and pushed her gently on her desk, leaning over her, until they where both lying on the desk...

THE END!