Time in a bottle

Gotta go back in time

'are you an angel?'

The voice below her asks.

'Oh Merlin I think you hit your head.'  Hermione replied 'are you ok?'

'I should be asking you the same thing, my, you appear to be injured, I should take you to the infirmary.  I apologize, normally I am more put together than this.'  The blonde girl attempted to move, but was reminded of her dizziness and close proximity to the brunette, the very beautiful brunette...

Hermione moved off the prone girl, making a huge clattering noise of armor falling of the pair in the process.  She saw how dazed the girl looked and without another word she picked the girl up bridal style.  Time spent on the run from Voldemort had toned her muscles to where this took little effort for the Gryffindor.

The blonde seemed taken aback, but smiled nonetheless.  She leaned into the girl's chest and let herself be carried.  She listened to the soothing heartbeat and took in the calming scent of vanilla and parchment.  This girl had covered the Slytherin with her own body to protect her without even knowing who she was, and with no concern for her own wellbeing.  Being a Black she was unaccustomed to someone doing something so selfless for her.  Someone always wanted something from the Black sisters.

The blonde was a strong woman in her own right, but being dizzy and obviously this girl could handle the load...she let herself for once be taken care of by another human being, without fear of reciprocity.  It was a curious thing, never in her life had she seen this woman before, she wore muggle clothes, but had a certain power about her, her raw magic cackled from every pore of her.  She looked like she had just been put through Tartarus and back, but only shown concern for her precious cargo she was carrying.  For that matter who was she?  And what was she doing there especially this time of night?

'Erm, not that I don't appreciate this, but can I ask who you are?'

Hermione always clever and quick to reason out the best response. 'I'm Professor McGonagall's niece... my name is Hermione.  I didn't quite catch your name however.' 

'Narcissa Black.  I assume that this is not your first trip to Hogwarts then'

'You would be correct Miss Black.'

Narcissa blushed and giggled, placing a slim delicate hand on the brunette's sternum.

'Please call me Narcissa'

'Well then Narcissa, yes I have spent many summers here with my aunt Minerva, so that's why I haven't been asking for directions to the infirmary to get your head wound checked out.'

'And yourself for that matter?' Narcissa asked, no stated

Hermione paused mid step under the intense gaze from the girl, igniting fire in her lower belly, 'ermm yes, of course.' The notorious fiery resolve  from the Black bloodline was not limited to Bellatrix, it would seem...

Pleased that she was compliant and would be tending to her wounds, she asked 'Where have you been if I may ask, it appears you have been in quite the altercation.'

'Oh, yeah umm I have been studying abroad in the Americas, traveling on the dueling team.  I just finished a match and apparated directly to go see my aunt. The time difference always takes some getting used to'  Hermione smoothly lied, she didn't want to lie to this beauty, but neither did she want to alter the time line, doing irrevocable damage.  Her parents actually had sent her a few summers ago to visit some distant relatives across the pond, so it was not much of a stretch for her.