HG//7//NB

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When Hermione woke up, she felt a gaze on her, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Narcissa smirking at her, and chuckled slightly: ,,Shut up..." she whispered, and rubbed her eyes.

,,Good morning to you too..." Narcissa said in amusement, and asked: ,,So... you've decided to sneak into my bed, despite the fact, I could've bit you?"

,,Yes, Ms Black... because I would've bitten back." Narcissa raised an eyebrow, and smiled, saying: ,,I'm glad we're here, by the way. I mean... everyone needs vacation from time to time."

,,I think I should tell you something... I kinda sorta voted for you..."

,,So did I..." the other witch confessed, and Hermione looked in surprise at her, before she asked: ,,Can I ask you something?"

,,Sure..."

,,When we were at the Minister's you've said, that you've survived a whole year without magic..." Hermione searched for the right words, because she did want to know that, but on the other hand, she didn't want to cross some sort of a line.

,,Well, after the war..." Narcissa started: ,,Lucius, Draco and I had had our trials, and it was actually Harry who spoke for us, that me and Draco not have to go to Azkaban. Long Story short... Lucius got life sentence in Azkaban, and me and Draco got only house arrest, with some Aurors around the house, and no magic for a whole year." Hermione nodded, and told her, she didn't want to cross the line.

,,You didn't. I'm glad when people asking instead of telling lies." she smiled, and had to laugh slightly, what made Hermione cocking her head, and Narcissa explained: ,,Well... there had been one Auror... who took his duty slightly too seriously."

,,Let me guess... he has round glasses?" the other woman nodded laughingly, and also Hermione had to laugh, until she remember something, and she gasped: ,,Oh my god..."

,,Yes, that was the time, when I surprised them."

Hermione covered her mouth with her hand, Narcissa said: ,,One word: library. Salazar, I forbid them the library from that day on." and laughed...

,,What about you? You've said you don't want that anyone knows where we are..." Hermione nodded: ,,That's right... I mean... Audrey is understandable, I think."

,,Definitely."

,,It's actually more Ron, I don't want that he knows about this... he is still in love with me, and kind of freaked out, when I told him, I'm meeting Draco, and that we became friends. He thinks as a Malfoy, Draco will always be an asshole." Narcissa rolled her eyes, and Hermione nodded: ,,Yes I know..." she thought about it, before she asked: ,,Did you ever... I mean... tell someone?"

,,Dromeda knows..." she said softly, and their eyes met... for a few minutes, none of them said a single wird, and Hermione wasn't even sure, if one of them was breathing at all.

,,Do... do you..."

,,Having regrets?" Narcissa asked, and placed her head on her hand: ,,Partly yes... and partly no... I don't know. You?"

,,Kind of the same... I mean... I wasn't complete sober, too." Hermione confessed even though she had only a glass of wine that night, before she had brought Draco home... she didn't really realized that Narcissa had taken her hand, but when she realized those warm fingers, she took a deep, low breath, and just took her fingers, and squeezed them... she avoided Narcissa's eyes, and they kept quiet again, until Hermione whispered: ,,What do you think about breakfast?"

,,That would be great..." Narcissa whispered, Hermione closed her eyes, when a kiss was placed on her head, and smirked, when she heard the shower only moments later...

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While Narcissa was standing underneath the hot shower, she placed her hands against the tiles, imagining that kiss in her kitchen... she liked that kiss... she knew Hermione had been sober enough to realize, what had happened, but she didn't blame her. No... she was also telling herself, that she hadn't been sober, and she had had have only a glass of firewhisky that night. But that one kiss... she couldn't explain, why it was so clear in here mind... she didn't understand why... why she want to kiss her again...

Hermione could've voted for ten others but Audrey or her... why had she picked a woman, she had nothing in common with... besides books perhaps. Sure that had been Kingsley's reason for this vacation, but... they had been on different sides of the war, and she even would've understood it, if Hermione would've denied the vacation with her...

She sighed and stepped out of the shower, telling herself: ,,You are thinking too much..." before she left the bathroom only in a towel. She let Hermione passing her, and grinned, she she felt her gaze, and when she also could hear the thought:

"She can't just stepp out in nothing than a fucking towel... Merlin's beard those legs... and that butt... I hope she didn't hear that..."

Narcissa heard the shower and suddenly felt an urge... she felt the urge, to enter the bathroom, and stepp back underneath the shower... she imagined how she would stroke over Hermione's bare back... how she would place a kiss or two between her shoulder blades... she imagined... to cup that firm buttock, and squeezed it...

"Salazar... I should not have such thoughts... I could probably be her mother..."

She sighed, searched for some clothes in her trunk, and also found the long, dark, blue night gown, she didn't want to put on last night to not to remind Hermione on their mistake... but perhaps... she bit her lip, and smirked...

"No... I should not provoke her more. I should just look where this is going... if it'll go somewhere anyway... there isn't even something, that could go some-"

Her thoughts were interrupted when Hermione left the bathroom in nothing than a way too short towel...

"Salazar... please drop that fucking thing..."

Their eyes met, Hermione smirked, grabbed a few things, and went into the bathroom...

"Did I stare?! Merlin please tell me, I did not stare..." she begged in her thoughts, searching Hermione's mind...

"Merlin's beard did she stare at me?! Perhaps I really should have drop my towel... why am I even think about that?!"


TBC...

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