I've had this idea niggling away in my head of Narcissa meeting Hermione as Draco's gf for the first time, either by walking in on them or by catching Hermione sneaking out early and inviting her to stay for breakfast. Think it's something you'd like to drabble??
Okay! Here you go! This is an unbeta’d Drabble, but here is Narcissa catching Hermione! I hope you like it 🥰
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Hermione grimaced. She’d have to make do without for now. The little lacy piece she’d bought just for last night was tucked in the pocket of Draco’s trousers, and those, unfortunately, were strewn halfway across the room.
She needed to make a quick exit if she wanted to make it to work on time, so rummaging through the pile of his clothing wasn’t an option right now. Perhaps she’d stop by his office at lunch to ask him about returning them discretely.
Because that’s exactly how they needed to be about all this.
Not that it was against the rules, exactly, for Ministry interns in the same cohort to date.
And what they were doing wasn’t dating, by the way.
Hermione felt her cheeks heat up as labels floated through her mind.
That’s not what they were either. Not exactly. Hermione couldn’t place exactly where she fell with Draco. At work, they were at each other’s throats in front of the whole office. With side-by-side desks, it was likely that the entire floor had heard their bickering at this point.
But the second they were alone, Draco was, well—sweet. Or at least, less acerbic.
It all started when he’d pushed his pride aside and cornered her after work about six months ago to apologise for some insult he’d thrown at her. Hermione wasn’t sure what made her do it, but one moment they had been exchanging awkward words and the next, she’d surged forward and pinned him against the wall of their empty, after-hours office.
What had followed was a frenzy of secretive snogging sessions during lunch or in broom cupboards, immediately followed by skirt-smoothing and tie-straightening as they pretended nothing had happened at all.
They hadn’t even started sleeping together until two months in.
It was always at her flat, because Draco still lived with his mother.
At first, there had hardly been any communication, save for little verbal cues of, “Yeah, right there,” or “Just like that.”
At first, it had been exactly like the label in Hermione’s mind. Friends with benefits. Fuck buddies.
And then Draco brought her flowers.
It had been out of the blue, last month. He showed up late to her flat, hair mussed, tie loose, a slightly droopy bouquet of tulips clutched in his fist. Hermione put them in water as Draco undressed.
That night, the sex hadn’t been as frantic as it normally was—as hungry.
Later that week, he showed up with more flowers. Red chrysanthemums this time. He held her again.
Hermione’s head buzzed and her chest ached when she thought of what this unspoken arrangement was turning into. And brave as she was, she wasn’t sure she had the nerve to have the necessary conversation with Draco.
Last night had been Hermione’s first night at the manor. She’d floo’d directly to Draco’s room, and he’d kept her up half the night, her moans filling the cavernous space.
After, he’d held her again.
Which brought her back to this morning. It wasn’t exactly the noblest thing to do—sneaking out before he woke, but this wasn’t her flat, and she wasn’t prepared to face the prospect of showering at Malfoy Manor or arriving at the Ministry together.
After double checking that she had everything—well, almost everything—Hermione tiptoed from Draco’s room as quietly as she could manage. She’d have used his fireplace, but he had locked it last night and she didn’t know the password.
That meant she had to sneak out of the manor and apparate from the grounds.
The hallways were quiet enough, and Hermione made her way across them and down a flight of stairs without any interruptions. Even the portraits on the walls seemed to be asleep. As she stepped onto the ground floor, the front door came into sight, and she sighed with relief. Just a few moments more and she’d be in the clear.
Hermione tiptoed only three steps when—
“Ah, Miss Granger. Lovely morning, isn’t it?”
Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin. She whipped around to find none other than Narcissa Malfoy standing in a nearby doorway, wearing an elegant silk dressing gown and a full face of makeup.
Though Hermione tried to speak, when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
“I suspect you must be tired after the long night you had.” Hermione’s face heated up, though Narcissa’s only contained a mild, close-lipped smile. “Come, let’s take breakfast in the solarium.”
“Work!” Hermione blurted before her brain could catch up with her mouth. “I-I’m sorry. I meant to say, I can’t stay. I have, erm, work.”
Narcissa nodded, her expression unchanging. “I see. Well, you’ll have to stop by for tea after work some time. Before Draco takes you out to dinner, of course.”
Hermione furrowed her brow and licked her lips. “I-erm… Draco and I—we don’t do… dinner.”
Narcissa pursed her lips for a moment, but the corners of her mouth twitched.
“I can assure you, Miss Granger, that the moment my slightly tactless son builds up the necessary courage, dinner will be in your future if you choose to accept.”
Hermione drew back slightly, frowning. “I don’t—what?”
“Considering he spent over an hour trying to select flowers for you from our garden, I have it on good authority that Draco intends to pursue your affections.”
Hermione was reeling. He had spent an hour picking out those droopy tulips? And the chrysanthemums? She felt her stomach swoop as she remembered the way he held her last night.
Everyone in the office thought they hated each other, but he wanted to pursue her?
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but before she could make a sound, she heard frantic footfalls coming from upstairs.
Seconds later, an incredibly disheveled Draco barreled onto the landing upstairs, eyes wide with panic.
Before he could finish, both Hermione and Narcissa cut him off at the same time.
As the two women turned slowly toward each other, Hermione saw Draco’s eyes widen even more in her peripheral vision. She thought they might pop out of his skull at this point.
Hermione bit back a grin, and it seemed Narcissa was doing the same.
“Tea would be lovely, thank you. I’d love to come over after work.”
“This Wednesday, perhaps?”
“Sounds wonderful. I’ll bring some biscuits.”
As she waved goodbye to Narcissa, she caught Draco’s eye. He was still frozen at the top of the stairs, his mouth ajar in what Hermione could only describe as a look of pure horror.
They’d definitely give the office something to talk about today. Besides, Draco still had to return her knickers.
