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A Home for Us, Part Two (HP, Hermione/Narcissa)
Title: A Home for Us (Part Two)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy
Table/Prompt: Zeroes table
Rating: General Audiences (for now)
Word Count: 100 x 6
Summary: Narcissa and Draco need a place to stay. Hermione and Harry want to help.
Read previous parts here.
Goals
Narcissa didn’t take her far. They ended up at a flat above an awful-smelling apothecary. They were still in Knockturn.
“Mrs Malfoy,” Hermione said before Narcissa could ascend the creaky exterior stairs.
Narcissa looked at her like she was shit on the bottom of her shoe. “You followed me.”
“Yes, I’m sorry, but I truly want to help.”
“I don’t need the Ministry meddling in my business!”
“Oh,” Hermione said, finally understanding. “I wouldn’t involve the Ministry. This purely relates to my own goals.”
Narcissa rolled her eyes. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?”
“I’m afraid not.”
Mirror
“Come along then,” Narcissa said, voice a soft growl.
They ascended to her flat. Inside it smelled of onions, tea, and sage. Draco was reading by the single window.
Draco stood. “Mother?”
“Don’t ask me - ask her.” Narcissa went to the mirror hanging by the battered door. She removed her nametag, fixed her hair. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Hermione realised she was staring at the older woman.
You’re just so beautiful, Hermione wanted to say. She had known she fancied women for a while now but staring at Narcissa felt like a revelation.
Lessons
Draco sneered. “What do you want?”
“I want to help - with anything. Tell me what you need and I will do my best to get it.”
“We want you to leave,” Narcissa said.
Hermione bit her lip. She knew she still had lessons to learn - perhaps it was best not to meddle in other people’s business; but she refused to turn her back when Narcissa and Draco were so obviously in need of help.
“Do you need money?” Hermione said frankly.
Narcissa went pale; Draco turned red. “How dare you,” he hissed.
“I don’t mean to be rude.”
Regret
Draco shook. “How dare you come into our home and call us poor.”
“I regret my words,” Hermione said. “What resources do you need?”
“Draco needs help securing a job.”
“Mother!”
Narcissa, still pale, looked resigned. “I’m forced to work more than one job at the moment. It would be helpful if you could secure him employment.”
“I don’t want her help! I want to find a job on my own!”
Narcissa gave her son a quick, scathing look. “The truth is I’m exhausted, and our pride will not feed us.”
“Fine,” Draco said, “but I don’t want Potter involved.”
Discover
“Why not?” Hermione asked carefully. “Harry wants to help just as much as I do. He’s … mentioned you a few times.”
Draco turned an unflattering maroon. “I - I couldn’t stand it if he was involved.” He averted his face, his arms crossed. Hermione watched him for a moment. There was something terribly vulnerable about his expression. She discovered new sympathy for him.
“I won’t speak to Harry about your employment, but I will talk to him about your situation.”
Draco walked out of the room. Narcissa looked almost apologetic. “My son has always been a touch dramatic.”
Selfish
“Yes, I remember.” Hermione smiled a little.
Narcissa moved closer. She still smelled like lovely lilacs. “It might make me a selfish mother, but I want you to speak to Potter about everything. Sod my son’s objections.”
It took Hermione a moment to accept that Narcissa had just said sod in front of her.
“I find your actions today irritating and foolish; but I would be an idiot if I passed up the opportunity to let the Ministry’s golden girl help my family.” She raised her chin, her voice dripping with dislike. “I apologise for my early behaviour.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy
Table/Prompt: Zeroes table
Rating: General Audiences (for now)
Word Count: 100 x 6
Summary: Narcissa and Draco need a place to stay. Hermione and Harry want to help.
Read previous parts here.
Goals
Narcissa didn’t take her far. They ended up at a flat above an awful-smelling apothecary. They were still in Knockturn.
“Mrs Malfoy,” Hermione said before Narcissa could ascend the creaky exterior stairs.
Narcissa looked at her like she was shit on the bottom of her shoe. “You followed me.”
“Yes, I’m sorry, but I truly want to help.”
“I don’t need the Ministry meddling in my business!”
“Oh,” Hermione said, finally understanding. “I wouldn’t involve the Ministry. This purely relates to my own goals.”
Narcissa rolled her eyes. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?”
“I’m afraid not.”
Mirror
“Come along then,” Narcissa said, voice a soft growl.
They ascended to her flat. Inside it smelled of onions, tea, and sage. Draco was reading by the single window.
Draco stood. “Mother?”
“Don’t ask me - ask her.” Narcissa went to the mirror hanging by the battered door. She removed her nametag, fixed her hair. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Hermione realised she was staring at the older woman.
You’re just so beautiful, Hermione wanted to say. She had known she fancied women for a while now but staring at Narcissa felt like a revelation.
Lessons
Draco sneered. “What do you want?”
“I want to help - with anything. Tell me what you need and I will do my best to get it.”
“We want you to leave,” Narcissa said.
Hermione bit her lip. She knew she still had lessons to learn - perhaps it was best not to meddle in other people’s business; but she refused to turn her back when Narcissa and Draco were so obviously in need of help.
“Do you need money?” Hermione said frankly.
Narcissa went pale; Draco turned red. “How dare you,” he hissed.
“I don’t mean to be rude.”
Regret
Draco shook. “How dare you come into our home and call us poor.”
“I regret my words,” Hermione said. “What resources do you need?”
“Draco needs help securing a job.”
“Mother!”
Narcissa, still pale, looked resigned. “I’m forced to work more than one job at the moment. It would be helpful if you could secure him employment.”
“I don’t want her help! I want to find a job on my own!”
Narcissa gave her son a quick, scathing look. “The truth is I’m exhausted, and our pride will not feed us.”
“Fine,” Draco said, “but I don’t want Potter involved.”
Discover
“Why not?” Hermione asked carefully. “Harry wants to help just as much as I do. He’s … mentioned you a few times.”
Draco turned an unflattering maroon. “I - I couldn’t stand it if he was involved.” He averted his face, his arms crossed. Hermione watched him for a moment. There was something terribly vulnerable about his expression. She discovered new sympathy for him.
“I won’t speak to Harry about your employment, but I will talk to him about your situation.”
Draco walked out of the room. Narcissa looked almost apologetic. “My son has always been a touch dramatic.”
Selfish
“Yes, I remember.” Hermione smiled a little.
Narcissa moved closer. She still smelled like lovely lilacs. “It might make me a selfish mother, but I want you to speak to Potter about everything. Sod my son’s objections.”
It took Hermione a moment to accept that Narcissa had just said sod in front of her.
“I find your actions today irritating and foolish; but I would be an idiot if I passed up the opportunity to let the Ministry’s golden girl help my family.” She raised her chin, her voice dripping with dislike. “I apologise for my early behaviour.”