After Hermione left Narcissa went back to their bedroom and took a shower as well. The bathroom was huge and modern. Like the rest of the Manor everything was flooded with light and she had a glorious view into the elaborate gardens. As soon as she stepped under the shower she noticed that she didn't bring her own products with her, she had used the same rose scented shampoo and conditioner as well as water lily body wash for years now. With a sigh she started to look what Hermione used. Apple shampoo and raspberry body wash, that she could deal with. Conditioner would be nice though, with a flick of her wrist a bottle flew into her hand from the sink. It was homemade, she didn't know Hermione was good in potions but she figured this was good to straighten the bushy curls and therefore she shouldn't use it. Well then, no conditioner for one day should be fine. Clad in Hermione's soft and sexy bathrobe she made her way to the gigantic closet.

Hermione had transfigured the room to be even bigger than before and now she had all her clothes in similar rows. She decided on some black lace underwear and a turquoise t-shirt paired with some light grey jeans. Shoes weren't necessary as she was gonna spend the day inside, even though she was thinking about exploring the gardens. Freshly dressed she went to look through Hermione's part of the closet, she found a lot of wizarding designer as well und the muggle designers. Hermione seemed to like Armani suits and Chanel shirts. Levi dark wash jeans were also plenty; Narcissa liked the dresses best though. Hermione had hundreds of dresses and they all had an elegant and sophisticated look. After finishing to snoop around she went to the library, she quickly got some tea and went to look through the rows and rows of books. With a charm she got the most used books into a basket, she wanted to figure out what Hermione preferred literature wise. From what she could see they had similar tastes. She took some books with her to the couch and began to read as soon as she got her glasses from her bedroom, Hermione had been very considerate and put them on her nightstand. Back on the heavenly couch she read for hours and fell asleep at some point, she had not slept well ever since the war ended and the sleep deficit was enormous.

When Hermione got home she said to herself „Honey, I am home." and had to laugh. She began to look for Narcissa and found her in the library, asleep on the couch. She was moved by the sight, she had always wanted to come home to such a tender picture. She took her phone out and snapped a photo of her sleeping wife. Quietly, she walked over to the couch and kneeled in front of it. Gently she removed the glasses form the older witches face and the book form her legs. She pulled a soft blanket over her legs and a pillow under her head. She sat herself in a chair opposite from Narcissa, she looked through the piles of books at her wife's feet and noticed that it was all of her favorites; Narcissa must have wanted to find out more about her and her tastes.
Nobody had ever done something like this for her. Hermione pulled the takeout she brought out of her purse and put it on the table, it was some chinese which she really enjoyed after a long day of work. She got a little bit of everything so that Narcissa could choose from more. Hermione looked at the sleeping woman again, she was in jeans and t-shirt and her long blonde hair was mussed from sleep. Her face was relaxed and Hermione thought she looked absolutely cute. She then sat back and enjoyed the quietness of her home, Hermione's day had been very stressful and she appreciated that Narcissa was asleep so that she could calm down and relax for some time. Half an hour later Hermione went over to Narcissa and gently stroked her arm.
„Wake up sweetheart, I am home." Slowly the older witch began to stir, she rubbed her eyes and looked into Hermione's hazel orbs. „Hi." she said shyly. Her voice was still rough from sleep and her eyes sensitive to the brightness in the room. She sat up and looked at Hermione expectantly.
„I brought dinner, do you want to eat something or are you too tired?" Narcissa smiled at her,
„I would love to eat, I am actually starving." Hermione laughed at that.
„Okay so I brought Chinese because that's what I do after a stressful day. I didn't know what you liked so I brought a little bit of everything for you." Narcissa stared at her, she didn't know what to say.
„Thank you Hermione, I actually never had Chinese so I will see what I like. It was very considerate of you to bring enough for me to choose from." Hermione blushed, she knew she was going to spoil Narcissa rotten. She was so beautiful and sweet and she knew the Sorting Hat was right. They ate in silence.
„Did you do anything interesting today Hermione?" Narcissa was honestly interested, she didn't really know what Hermione did all day long and as her wife that needed to change.
„Not really, it was a paperwork day. Over the weekend they find a lot of Artifacts that I have to expect this week. Mondays are used to figure out which are worth seeing and which aren't. I had a lovely run in with Lavender Brown though. I hate that woman, ugh. She is so annoying and still thinks I want Ronald back. I have told her hundreds of times that we are only friends but she just doesn't get it." Narcissa had to laugh at that, she had made the acquaintance of Miss Brown and she could understand why Hermione was annoyed with her.
„I am sorry she is so terrible. I have met her a few times and always thought she was a peculiar woman." Hermione had to laugh at that description, it was fitting. Sh never would have thought that Narcissa would think about people like Lavender or herself, apparently she was wrong.
„Then we feel the same way about one person. That reminds me, you probably know that Harry, Ron and I are the best of friends. As my wife I would really appreciate it if you got to know them more, they are the people who I go to if I have any problems and who I spend Christmas, Easter and my birthdays with." Narcissa sighed, she had never really liked the Weasleys' they were obnoxious and Mrs Weasley and herself were the same age. That meant that someone who was like a mother to Hermione was the same age as her wife. „What are you thinking about, I can hear the wheels in your head turning Narcissa." Hermione asked her to the ground looking wife. She went to her and sat down next to her. She took the older witches face into her hands and looked into her blue eyes.
„What is wrong?"
„Do you realize that Molly and I are the same age Hermione?" Narcissa asked quietly. Hermione was stunned, she never thought about that. Narcissa didn't look a day over 35, Molly was around 48-50 though.
„Are you serious?" Her wife nodded. Ashamedly she looked away form Hermione.
„I told you I was old, I have a child and I lived a life that was so much different from yours. I have a child that is your age for Merlins sake. You don't deserve someone who's as damaged and old as me. Hermione there are so many things you don't know about me. Things that nobody knows about me. I don't know what to do. We are stuck together and I know that I don't deserve someone as close to perfection as you." Hermione was stunned yet again. She would have expected a lot from that night, maybe telling each other about their favorite animals, favorite subjects or even colors. This was not it. She went over to the upset witch and held her by her shoulders.

„I am only going to say this once. You are beautiful in my eyes, there is no reason for you to worry about that because I am really fucking attracted to you. I would have slept with you to second I laid eyes on you. But I also hold a certain tenderness for you. When I got home and saw you asleep with the glasses still on your face and the book halfway on the ground, I could help myself but feel really glad that you are right here right now. You don't look a day over 35 and I think the few wrinkles you have give you character. I don't ever want you to feel like you need to hide them from me. I am okay with Draco and he is with me, we can talk civilly and we have become somewhat friends over time I think. I don't care about your past mistakes or your past life, it made you the person you are today and you are fantastic as far as I have seen so far. I hope that you will tell me everything about your life up until now. I hope you will be able to trust me more over time and that you feel safe enough to talk to me about anything and everything. Your hopes, your fears, everything that makes you you. I want to give this a real shot and I believe that we could be great together if we try to open up to each other." Narcissa was overwhelmed to say the least. Hermione was really perfect.
„I am willing to try if you are as well." Hermione smiled at that.

Narcissa took her in her arms and hugged her for several minutes. After a while Hermione laid her head down on the older woman shoulder and relaxed completely. Even though she was taller than Narcissa she felt absolutely safe wrapped up in her arms. With a sigh she let her body loosen up. Narcissa began to rub circles over her back and undid her bun with the other.
She maneuvered the both of them on the couch and Hermione slumped down next to her and hid her face in Narcissa's neck. Her day had been exhausting, she had almost forgotten how nice it is to come home to someone. Narcissa stroked Hermione's hair and scalp softly until she heard the younger woman's breathing even out. She dropped her head on the other woman's and took deep breaths. She had been anxious ever since she read the Prophet and now she felt for the first time really like this relationship could work out. As long as Hermione didn't give up on her she would keep trying for the young woman to be the best version of herself that she could be. With a flick of her wand she banished the dishes in the kitchen and cleaned up the library. Then she picked Hermione up and carried her into their bedroom, the young woman just clung to her. She gently took of her wife's clothes and dressed her in pajamas. After she finished that she changed herself and cleaned Hermione's teeth with a spell and then went on to her own nightly ablutions. She went to lay down next to the young witch and as soon as her head hit the pillow a lanky pair of legs and arms closed around her. She had to smile at her witch. She felt really safe and fell asleep quickly.