Just a short part because writer brain go brrrr anddd a first draft concept scene (not edited because i dont edit baby<3.<3)
Hermione approached the large doors of Black Manor, the mosaic in the window shining an array of colors against her tanned skin as drying tear tracks stained as her face, she brought her hand up to the door, rapidly pounding on the old, dark oak wood.
Narcissa was in the living room, tending to a small cacti before she heard it; assuming it was the ministry, she went quiet. pale. frozen.
Just like before, reverting into a state like she had been kissed by a dementor, just like before when she was with him. Slowly approaching the door, the dark witch prepared her hands for Peverells’ No.75 causing phosphorescent deposits to fall from her hands,
Real life sobbing, not something you’d do to get out of some prison sentence assigned by the ministry. “Narcissa—,” a choked voice started, “Narcissa, please. I just, I know you’re mad at me and im..im sorry for whatever I did. I cant..can not go to Molly, you’re the only other person I know.”
And if she was any other girl, well— Narcissa would’ve instantly shut her out entirely.
But, unfortunately for the other, she wasnt just some girl.
“Mrs. Granger..?” She heard a quiet voice speak up from the door, light eyes peaking from the very bottom of the glass.
‘No doubt she was standing on her tippy toes...’ the brunette mused; she could almost laugh at herself, thinking about /her/ at a time like this—— thinking about her at all.
Hermione debated leaving. She didn’t.
As the door opened, a frowning former Malfoy matriarch looked up at her whilst leaning on the doorframe, unspoken words between the two lingered in the air but all that could escape was a simple..
“Oh..”, It was a quick moment of realization... “Oh, Hermione, what happened?”..
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