"I know it is you, behind that mask..."

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"It's somehow cute how you stand in the elevator, your nose glued to a book, and nearly missing your halt..."

It was the third note Hermione received in this month, and she blushed heavily at that note. Someone in the Ministry was watching her, she knew that... at least after this note with that perfect neat handwriting, but she couldn't imagine who that might be. It can't be Ron. First he didn't had such a... beautiful handwriting, second, they broke up a month after the war, because he had found out, that Hermione had helped Narcissa fighting against her own sister, who had tried to kill Hermione again.

,,That woman's sister tortured you, and you helped her?!" he had asked, and she had almost yelled at him, by saying: ,,Yes, because Narcissa had helped me, while Bellatrix had tortured me!" but he was more stubborn than she was. That it was even possible... she had thought, but she lived on. She had repeated her last year at Hogwarts, before taking the job at the Ministry, that was offered to her after the war, but she wanted that job because of her knowledge, and not because she was "a part of the golden trio" or something like that...

She worked in the "House elf Rights Protection Department", and even she often had to deal with pureblood witches and wizards, who still treated their house elves like vermin, she was happy with her job, but she can't imagine who would write her those notes. And she was writing notes by herself, so she kind of knew, how it felt... well at least she was hoping, that Narcissa liked the notes she was receiving...

But when and how did it even started?

Hermione wasn't sure, but it kind of had started after the Ministry's Halloween party last year where she had saw a woman in a beautiful dark green dress, and a green-blue mask, that reminded her on a peacock.

She was holding a glass of Champaign in her hand, and Hermione scrutinized that woman. Of course it was a magical mask, so you couldn't recognize the person by the hair, but when her eyes met ice blue ones, she had to bit her lower lip, because that woman was definitely breathtaking. The other woman smiled, and approached Hermione, and for a second she was searching for a way to escape, but the next moment she remembered which house she belonged to, and smiled back at the woman.

,,May I have a dance with that beautiful piano mask?" She asked, and thanks to the magical mask, she also didn't recognized the voice, but she nodded, placed her glass on a floating plate, took the offered hand, and followed her on the dance floor...

,,Would you like to tell me something about you?" The other woman asked, and Hermione thought about it, before she said: ,,Wouldn't that destroy the magic of that night? I mean, if you knew who I am, and in the other way round, the masks wouldn't be necessary."

,,That's a point... alright, let me try it this way... have you been in the war?"

,,Yes... more than my liking. You?"

,,Yes." she said, and Hermione nodded...

They kept dancing, and once in a while their bodies touched, until the woman pulled Hermione a bit closer and wrapped her arms around her.

,,Can I ask you something?"

,,Sure..."

,,What is your opinion about someone's blood status?"

The woman in front of her smiled, and said: ,,I couldn't care less. I mean, I am a pure blood, and many things had happened, until now, but... although I was raised with the opinion, that Muggleborns are scum, I..." she stopped, and smirked, before she continued: ,,In my school years I was in love with a Muggleborn."

Hermione smirked a bit, and they kept dancing, before they went to a small bar a bit later, and the other woman ordered two champagnes for them, before they went outside to catch a bit fresh air...

Narcissa thought she knew who was underneath that mask, especially after that one question... but she wasn't sure, if she could tell her, or if she should say something. Sure, they fought together against her sister, but that's years ago, perhaps Hermione was thinking otherwise about all that...

A year later...

"It is a kind of funny (alright, it is really funny), how people are staring at you... like they can't imagine, that someone like you is working in the Ministry, or working at all..."

Narcissa smirked at that note, still trying to figure out from whom those notes were coming. She looked out of the window of her office, as if there would be the answer. Of course she knew that there was no answer out there, but she knew that the author of those notes was working somewhere in here. Smirking to herself, she thought it would be really funny, if...

"Don't be silly, Cissy..." she thought to herself, shaking the thought out of her head, because that would be impossible. Why should she...? Why should Hermione sent her those notes, she didn't even know, Narcissa was writing her...

She need to know, who was writing her, and she really hoped it was not Tony... or Nick? Ben? She didn't really knew his name, and she didn't really care either, but that guy was annoying. Almost as annoying as a certain brunette, who is avoiding her for two years now. But she wasn't better. She was avoiding her too, and only let slip a small note into one of her pockets, or books, once in a while...

It was the next day, when she was standing behind Hermione in the elevator, whom was looking into one of her favorite things: a book, and she couldn't stop herself from scrutinizing the woman in front of her, with those tight Jeans, and that perfect butt in said Jeans. Sure, she always wondered, how Hermione could even walk in those, but she wouldn't probably have such a good sight, if the younger witch would be wearing a dress...

After Hermione had left the elevator at this morning, she went into her office and saw something in her book, after she had placed it on her desk. She smirked when she pulled out a familiar note.

"I'm always wondering how you can walk in Jeans, perhaps because I am used to dresses and skirts, but... don't take this wrong, but don't you ever dare to wear something that doesn't fit you less..."

She laughed at that note, and was absolutely sure by now, that she had an admirer. But who was it? 

tbc...