I really can’t stop drawing them, huh. Unspeakable Granger and Unspeakable Black falling asleep in the midst of a very important Ministry related research… hopefully, they’ll manage a breakthrough
Draco:If you and a same sex friend are eating out and request one check and the waiter sets it down in front of you, they’ve decided you’re the top.
Narcissa:*remembers all the times that she and Hermione went to cafes and the waiters put the check in front of Hermione despite the fact that Narcissa is famously rich*
Ask and ye shall receive, @dancewiththepen ! I went a slightly different way, I think, but here ya go:
“It’s true, I’m telling you!”
Narcissa can only roll her eyes, but Hermione is laughing uproariously across from her, and Potter and Draco, at the table next to theirs, are so terribly red and wheezing they might need medical attention–Draco’s shoulders are shaking so badly the teacup in his hand is sloshing dangerously over the space between their tables.
Narcissa, for one, is not as amused.
“If you and a same-sex friend are eating out… whoever gets the check put right in front of them, they’re the top. The waiter has judged it so.” Draco insists, grinning like an idiot.
“How terribly antiquated,” Narcissa drawls, taking a polite sip of her tea. Someone has to remember their manners here, after all.
“Oh, it’s all in good fun, Cissy,” Hermione quips, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, still giggling. “I wonder who the waiter will determine is the top between the two of you,” she says, waggling her brows towards Draco and Potter.
“Bold of you to assume I haven’t paid already, Granger,” Draco says with a wink. “I took care of it when I pretended to go to the loo a few minutes ago.”
“You!” Potter yelps, punching Draco lightly on the shoulder. “I knewit!”
“Hm, that kind of subterfuge is definitely Toppish Behaviour, methinks,” Hermione laughs.
“I wonder,” Potter says, brow raised and looking directly at Hermione. “Who will get the check at yourtable.”
Draco barks out a laugh. “Are you kidding me, Potter? That woman” he gestures towards his mother dramatically, “is Narcissa Malfoy. The Ice Queen, the last Heiress of the Noble House of Black, the richestwitch in Britain.” He fakes a grimace. “No offence, ‘Mione.”
“None taken,” Hermione says, leaning back leisurely on her chair, looking smug. Narcissa feels her cheeks reddening, and thinks back on the last few month–all their little outings, their little dates, lunches, brunches, and dinners.
Oh no.
“I think I’ll pop to the ladies’ room for a moment,” she squeaks, beginning to stand–it’s a last ditch effort, but it’s all she’s got. Hermione sees right through her ruse, dashing a hand out to stop her with a gentle grasp of her palm.
“I don’t think so, Cissy, Draco has unfortunately revealed your little ruse.”
Narcissa sits back down, glaring daggers at Draco, who seems to not understand what is happening. Potter looks delighted, and Hermione? Hermione looks absolutely insufferable.
The wait is eternal and torturous. Narcissa sees the waiter come to their table with the check, and the approach seems to happen in slow motion. She can feelHermione’s smug little grin, and the anticipation that comes from their neighboring is palpable, and there’s nothing, nothingNarcissa can do to stop the waiter from placing the check right in front of Hermione like he doesn’t know the implications of what he has just done.
Everything stops. Hermione’s still smirking. Draco’s grin wilts into an astonished grimace, and Potter releases an honest-to-Merlin guffaw. Narcissa’s already turning in her seat before anyone can say anything.
in love with a muggleborn or the cissamione time travel au where the time traveler accidentally falls in love with Narcissa Black but has to return to her own timeline and so, now back in the future, Hermione finally figures out why Narcissa (Malfoy) has been giving her so many heartbroken and wistful looks for the longest time. The first thing Hermione tells Narcissa after she returns from the past is, “I remember everything now.”
or, the notebook kiss but make it cissamione
I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more
Narcissus spends years having to listen to her son talking about the muggle born that is the brightest witch of their generation, has to hear her son berate and bully Hermione without being able to do anything about it.
She stops using the term mud blood but marries a man she hates because Hermione tells her that she has a son and Narcissa knows that he has to be the one she would marry because of her parents.
Her loveless marriage hurts more when knowing what real love feels like, but she goes through it because of how Hermione spoke of her son, and she comes to realize Hermione was right. She did love Draco more than life itself.
But the years of loneliness as he goes to Hogwarts burn. She watches the news faithfully and saves every article that references Hermione.
She can’t hide how she watches Hermione when the younger witch graduates, but knows with every passing day they grow closer to when she gets to be the cause of Hermione’s beautiful smile.
post-war. just some bookworms hopelessly in love with each other, hopelessly denying they’re in love with each other.
Distracted, Hermione began to write, “The more time I spent with her, the more I realized that no, the world wasn’t split into good people and death eaters. And perhaps it was wishful thinking on my part but the way she would tenderly call my name, her eyes crinkling in the corners, made me believe that no, she didn’t see me, and everyone else like me, as mere mudbloods any longer. I liked to think that I found a friend in her. But on the days when the wistful, hopeful smiles on her face would linger, I found myself hoping that perhaps we were something more.”
Post-war. In which the slytherin princess and the golden girl of house gryffindor accidentally cross paths back at Hogwarts and get themselves into some unexpected trouble. Lady Malfoy (“It’s Black! Lady Black!”) maintains that a lady never runs, especially not a lady in dress robes… Great.
“She relaxed in relief and beamed at me, not a polite business dinner smile, but the kind of uncontrolled hundred-watt smile that made her eyes light up and crinkle at the corners. I’d say yes a thousand more times to see her so happy. I was doomed.”
