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some best friends, some longing

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✨The witches of Black family✨

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Library

(Narcissa/Hermione, 250 words, ao3, @sapphicmicrofics)

“Darling, I would like nothing more than to wake up with you every morning. Please say you’ll move in with me.“

Hermione had started walking further into the room but froze two steps away from Narcissa and slowly turned around. Narcissa winced at the inelegant timing of her question. She’d meant to give Hermione time to explore rather than just blurting it out the minute they entered the last room on the tour.

“It doesn’t have to be here,” Narcissa continued. “We could move into your flat or find somewhere new together. Whatever you want.”

Another beat of silence and Narcissa started to panic. It was too early. They were only months into their relationship and this was Hermione’s first time visiting Black Manor. As Narcissa stood there, mentally berating herself, the surprise on Hermione’s face was slowly overtaken by a brilliant smile.

“Yes,” the younger witch said breathlessly as she stepped back towards Narcissa, grabbing both of the blonde’s hands in her own. “I would love to live with you.”

Narcissa let out a sigh of relief. Of course it worked. Her plan was genius, her timing impeccable. Narcissa had expertly exploited this particular weakness of Hermione’s.

“Marvelous!” Narcissa exclaimed. “So, here or —”

Hermione chuckled. “You only gave me a minute to take in the library, but I think you know very well that I can’t agree to live anywhere else now that I’ve seen it. This was a cunning way to ask.”

“I am a Slytherin, after all.”

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Our Colors

Narcissa Black and Hermione Granger fanart based on Torment, my Cissamione fanfic that is available on AO3 and Wattpad.

🔗 On AO3

🔗 On Wattpad

#From Mind to Heart Art

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Obsessed with Blinding Light rn ❤️❤️ slow burn to the maxxxxx

Link here:

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“You told me that it was never meant to be,” Hermione somehow managed to shout, even as her voice kept cracking, “That it could never work. Those were your words, Narcissa.”

Please, call me Cissa again. A simple plea from the depths of her heart her mouth couldn’t utter.

“So, no. You don’t get to say anything to me anymore,” Hermione added her eyes filled with tears, but also with unrelenting determination. That same determination Narcissa had been first captivated by, was now used to shatter her heart.

Please, smile at me once more. Oh, what she would not have given to see even a hint of softness in her now.

Hermione backed away from her, before tearing her eyes from Narcissa and storming out. Narcissa was left standing alone and her throat ached as she fought to keep at bay the tears her heart wanted to cry out.

Please, don’t leave me. She begged in her mind.

When a sob tried to escape she covered her mouth with her hand and only then realized how hard she was shaking. A sob, muffled by her palm, finally got out and she dropped on the couch as the tears came.

Please, come back to me. But as much as she hoped, it was never going to be.

After all, it was exactly what she deserved. Her stubbornness and arrogance had cost her the only person that could love her. For real. Not for her titles or for her social status. Just for her.

Please, let me try again.

She fell on her side, hugging a pillow and her heart ached. She closed her eyes and whispered her last plea -

“Please, Hermione. I love you.”

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Ma'am, I want to be the reason your lipstick is smudged.

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“Please, look at me,” Hermione pleads as Narcissa turns her head aside. She can’t look at the her, can’t look at the tears she has caused. She would like nothing more but to brush them away. To hold her in her arms, but she can’t. 

The chatter in the room quiets down and Narcissa knows everyone is looking at them now. She takes a deep breath to calm herself, and sighs as annoyed as she can. “Let go of me, you-” and her heart clenches as the words she never thought she would utter, roll off her tongue, “-filthy mudblood.”

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so... um... would it be possible to make your angsty drabble... a little... happier? because ouch? (Really great btw but ouch)

Well, because you asked so nicely, I did my best. I assumed you meant this one? If not then at least I tried to fix a drabble.

Weeks passed, and Narcissa stayed mostly at home. It was easier to pretend everything was fine when she didn’t have to do it in front of others.

Her son had noticed something was wrong and refused to believe her even as she kept telling him that everything was fine.

As had her sister who kept asking her what had happened.

Neither one had no idea, of course, why her expression was so pained when she thought no one was looking. No one knew of the woman she now tried so hard not to think about.

Unfortunately, her dreams were harder to control.

Hermione appeared almost every night – only to leave her again.

Keep reading

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This one-shot😍I’m in love

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Calliopeia419

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The Bookworm

“There, no one could question my right to belong, make me doubt myself. There, I felt whole...I felt free.” 

— Hermione Granger, From Mind to Heart

Appearances — The Bookworm

Hermione Granger fanart based on the Cissamione fanfic I'm writing. This is art 2 of a set of 10, divided into 6 themes: Appearances, Expectations, Transparencies, Tribulations, Hoping and Believing.

# You can see the prior art at: 

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Narcissa holds a hand out to her, “Will you at least dance with me for one last time?” 

Her soft expression met with wary eyes. A cautious nod and a hand is placed on top of hers. The touch still familiar, but hesitant as if they’re strangers. Gently she pulls Hermione closer and having her in her arms again feels so right even if it’s ripping Narcissa’s heart to shreds. Ignoring her own pain, she smiles and will continue to do so. For Hermione’s happiness, she’s willing to sacrifice her own.

All she needs, is this memory. Their last dance.

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PLLY GRAY —PEAKY BLINDERS S01E05

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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.

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Hermione: I can’t tell if Narcissa likes me.

Andy: Hermione, she avoids you at all costs and stiffens uncomfortably whenever you come near her… I’ve never seen her so smitten!

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“Killing me softly” just casually blowing my mind over here🤯🔥❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27648985

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Hermione: What’s your favorite color?

Narcissa: I don’t like small talk.

Hermione: Do you fundamentally think you’re a good person?

Narcissa:

Hermione:

Narcissa: My favorite color is green.