Halloween Party

The traditional annual Samhain celebration at Narcissa Black's house was a big family event. Only family members and close friends were always invited to it. Of course, her sisters and, more recently, her girlfriend were always at the celebration. Hermione had been to this party a couple of times before, but now she has become one of the obligatory guests. After her son, Draco, got engaged to Ginny Weasley, Narcissa had to invite the whole Weasley couple, along with Potter, because he seemed to go with them in a set. It wasn't a problem for her to arrange something chic for so many guests. Moreover, influenced by Granger, Narcissa got a couple of ideas from Muggle Halloween, so now her mansion is completely decorated. Costumes have become a trial, but an obligatory part of this Samhain. Although the woman insisted that it remain within the bounds of decency, something classic and elegant but connected with an unusual and creepy Muggle holiday. Besides, Narcissa was not going to abandon the traditions of Samhain. She prepared everything for a big bonfire in the backyard and, of course, gave orders for the preparation of a festive dinner. It took a good half of the day to prepare, but Narcissa was satisfied with the result. The whole estate was lit by candles floating in pumpkins, cobwebs were hung in the corners, and artificial skeletons were placed. Narcissa and Bellatrix wanted real ones, but Hermione and Andromeda talked them out of it. Black broke into a smile when her girlfriend came out of the fireplace and froze, looking around the house. “Do you like it?" Narcissa asked, coming closer to pull Hermione into her arms. She smirked when the girl nodded. "You look tired, dear. We have a couple of hours before the start; you can take a nap if you want. I'll wake you up.” Granger was now on her way to another promotion in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Narcissa couldn't help but be proud of her. The girl clearly had a bright future ahead of her, but she worked hard, and often she came here in a damn tired state. They still didn't live together, but Hermione was a very frequent visitor here. Black knew perfectly well that her girlfriend had been working seven days a week for the past two weeks, despite Narcissa's insistent advice to take a break from work for at least one day. “Everything is fine.” Hermione smiled, looking around the living room. “And it seems to me that this year you have surpassed yourself. It looks really... scary.” Narcissa slid her hands over Hermione's hips and drew her into a kiss. She liked this girl. No. She loved her. A little clumsy, eager for knowledge, and spent most of her free time at work. Granger was much younger than her, but that still didn't bother either of them. After all, the girl was already old enough. "Don't worry, I can protect you.” Narcissa grinned. "But are you sure you don't want to get some rest? A little more, and you could have done without a suit, dear. Your bags under your eyes are getting worse and worse. I should take you to my place more often.” “I'm sure.” Hermione nodded. “And I took the day off for tomorrow.” “Good girl.” Narcissa purred and left a light kiss on the corner of her lips. “Let’s go then. We'll need to style your hair and apply some makeup.” The woman grinned, noticing a slight blush on Hermione's cheeks. The girl's love of praise was one of the first things Narcissa discovered in this relationship. Hermione, however, was easily turned on. So the woman tried not to use it outside their bedroom walls. But now it's too much to tease the girl. They climbed the stairs to the third floor, where the bedrooms were located. Narcissa smirked when Hermione looked into one of the guest bedrooms, the door to which was open. What she did to some of the guest bedrooms was her little pride and revenge. Her older sisters made a real mess at her summer ball, so today they will both get in full. Both of the bedrooms she prepared for her sisters were completely decorated. Both visible decorations that will become more creepy in the dark, and hidden ones that will manifest themselves in the middle of the night. She felt a little sorry for Ted, who would have to sleep in the same room with Andromeda, but revenge came first. Narcissa chuckled at Hermione's sigh of relief as they entered the master bedroom. "Did you expect to see jewelry here too?” “I was afraid they'd be here.” Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “So, the costumes?” Black nodded and went to the closet, taking out a snow-white dress at first glance. Only when the woman with it in her hands turned to Granger, the girl could see dried blood stains on it in the collar area. The dress looked a little old, rather vintage, which perfectly complemented his slightly creepy image. “It will suit you perfectly.” Hermione gasped and frowned when she came across a cheerful grin on Narcissa's lips. “Oh no, this dress is for you. I have prepared another suit for myself.” The woman handed Hermione the dress. “Put it on. You'll look great in it.” Hermione hesitantly took the dress and carefully put it on the bed. It didn't take her long to change into it. The girl glanced at herself in the mirror and froze. It... surprisingly suited her perfectly. No, she didn't doubt Narcissa's taste. But she never thought that something like this could fit her so perfectly. “I told you." Narcissa grinned, pleased with herself, hugging Hermione from behind. “You're beautiful. The woman left a weightless kiss on her girlfriend's cheek. "It's... amazing. I can't believe a dress like this is a Halloween costume. That is, the image of a dead bride should be popular, but apart from blood, you can arrange a real wedding in it.” Granger muttered. “Oh, darling, I'm afraid we have a little misunderstanding. I don't do stupid things like buy low-quality carnival costumes. This is a real wedding dress with real blood.” Narcissa's fingers gently brushed over the old drops of blood. "Whose?" Hermione asked, swallowing. Dating someone from the Black family initially takes a conscious risk. All three sisters were definitely different from an ordinary, sane person. “Andromeda. We played sacrifice as children, and our mother's wedding dress turned out to be the only white dress in the house that was not small for her." Narcissa shrugged her shoulders. “And my father didn't like to throw away family heirlooms, so they had been lying in the attic under protective charms for a couple of decades. I found it when I was looking for other, more creepy things to decorate the house. From one look at it, I knew how good you would be in it.” Hermione giggled. It was in the style of the sisters. "Your mother's wedding dress, you say?" The girl looked at herself in the mirror again. Yes. This dress is definitely gorgeous enough for the Black family. “Is that a proposal?” "Trust me, darling.” Narcissa whispered in her ear. "I'll propose to you something much more elegant than giving you an old dress. But you can move in with me. It would be nice to wake up with you every morning.” The girl immediately turned around in her arms to be face to face with Narcissa. Before that, the question of their future together had never been raised. And now it was hard to say whether it was a serious offer or another joke from Narcissa. “I'm not kidding.” Black snuggled closer to Hermione. “After all, what's the point of dating a hot young witch if she doesn't warm your bed every night?" "Don't read my mind." Hermione muttered, burying her face in Narcissa's shoulder. “I don't need to read your mind to see your uncertainty. But I'm serious. Think about it.” The woman left a soft kiss on Hermione's shoulder. “Now turn back to the mirror and sit on the chair; I need to put the finishing touches.” Rolling her eyes, Hermione turned to the mirror. Narcissa began to carefully comb her wavy hair. She shifted them all to the girl's right shoulder, leaving the left completely open. A little magic, and they had to hold out like this until the end of the evening. Narcissa only had to tweak her lover's makeup a little. Still, Hermione did look dead tired. “Can you move to the windowsill, please?” Narcissa asked when it was left to put the finishing touch. “I need you to sit on the same level with me.” Nodding, Hermione climbed onto the high windowsill and now even towered a little over Narcissa. “Are you sure this will be convenient for you?” She asked uncertainly. “I can stand if necessary.” “No, darling, it's perfect." Narcissa shook her head and approached her with a jar of red makeup and a brush. “And now, I need you to be a good girl for me for five minutes and not twitch. It will be ticklish, but I will try to finish as soon as possible.” Hermione nodded and closed her eyes, hoping it would help. She was so damn ticklish. Hermione tensed to the limit, trying not to flinch at the first touch of the brush on her neck. The girl heard Narcissa's quiet laugh and then felt a couple more light brush movements on her skin. “Perfect.” Hermione finally opened her eyes and met Narcissa's satisfied gaze. “Do you want to look at yourself?” “I don't think I will be reflected in the mirror.” Hermione grinned back at he but still jumped off the windowsill. "Oh, darling, you're not a vampire." Narcissa snorted. "More like a vampire's favorite treat." "Did you remove my disguise spell?" Hermione asked uncertainly. That night, she spent it with Narcissa,and she had to hide hickeys and bites on her neck from colleagues. “Are you sure this is... a good idea?" “It suits your image, honey.” Narcissa kissed her gently on the cheek. "But we can disguise them if you feel uncomfortable." “If you are sure that it fits, then let it stay.” Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “But you will deal with Bella.” "I will, darling.” Narcissa, with a grin, left another kiss on the girl's cheek and, pulling away, went to the wardrobe. Narcissa's costume made Hermione freeze in fascination. If the girl herself was a vampire-bitten bride, Narcissa was Dracula. A black raincoat with a blood-red lining and a high collar and a pantsuit with a snow-white vest and a red and black vest that looked more like a corset Her blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and Narcissa's natural pallor fit perfectly into the character. With magic, she slightly deformed her teeth, forcing the fangs to become more like traditional vampire ones. The woman's grin gave Hermione a pleasant shiver. “And what do you say?” She came too close to get a good look at the suit. “Do you like it?” Narcissa leaned down on Hermione's neck, barely noticeably tracing it with her newfound fangs. “Yes.” Hermione croaked, barely recognizing her own voice. "But if we don't stop now, we won't be able to go down anytime soon.” “You can't.” Narcissa chuckled but still pulled away. “Personally, I am in excellent control. Although I expect to continue at night, you don't spend the night with me often enough for me to let the night go to waste.” "Maybe I shouldn't move in with you after all. I doubt you'll let me out of bed.” Hermione grinned. “And it seemed to me that, at your age, libido should decrease.” Granger knew exactly what kind of reaction this would cause Narcissa. After all, two people could play this game. She was pressed against the wall a moment later, and the woman's hot breath singed her ear. "Don't forget, Miss Granger." Narcissa's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper when she brought up the name she hadn't used for several years. "Of the two of us, you are the one who is most excited about our age difference. And, although I won't deny that our little game pleased me, it was you who initiated it, darling. Besides, you look too deliciously hot in this dress." Sharp fangs lightly grazed the girl's neck. "I promise you that by tomorrow morning you won't be able to walk straight." “Damn it.” Hermione gasped. This was supposed to tease Narcissa, not excite her even more. "And now we really need to go downstairs and start preparing for the arrival of guests." Contrary to her words, Narcissa snuggled closer to Hermione's body. “Because a little more, and I won't be able to control myself. And I really don't want any of my sisters to catch us doing this again.” Bella is still unbearable after the last time.” Finally, she took a step back. “I'll make us tea; get yourself cleaned up, okay? I don't think staying in the same room is a good idea for us right now." She left a light kiss on the corner of Hermione's lips and left the room. The teasing was clearly out of control. Initially, her plans were not to tease Hermione at all. But sometimes her girlfriend was too hard to resist. Charming and intelligent, Hermione was a real gift for her. Their... preferences, both in bed and in life, perfectly suited each other. The young witch turned out to be a much better match for Narcissa than her ex-husband. Narcissa was just pouring tea into cups when Hermione finally came downstairs. The sight of Granger in a wedding dress, slowly descending the carpeted stairs, only worsened the situation. Narcissa looked away, trying to concentrate her attention on the tea and not on her now-so-desirable girlfriend. The woman glanced at the clock hanging over the fireplace. Seven o'clock in the evening. She needs to hold out for at least four hours before she can take Hermione to the bedroom. She can handle it. Fortunately for Narcissa, the fireplace blazed a little earlier than they expected the first guests. However, instead of her sisters, who could have come a little earlier, the woman saw her niece and her fiance, and her cousin Sirius arrived with them. Narcissa pursed her lips as she examined their costumes. Overall, it wasn't as... bad as she expected it to be. She could not help but appreciate the irony of Sirius and Remus dressed up in spotted dogs, but the costume of Nymphadora remained not quite clear to her. She glanced at Hermione, who seemed to be trying to stifle a giggle. The costumes of the Nymphadora, in general, corresponded to the costumes of her companions. The same white clothes had a black spot, but it looked more like a fur coat than anything else. Her hair was in the same color scheme, divided into black and white halves. “Aunt Narcissa!” Tonks immediately jumped up to the hostess of the evening and hugged her tightly. "You look beautiful, darling." arcissa grinned. “You came earlier than I expected.” “Yes, we decided not to wait for the others.” Tonks shrugged and winked at Hermione. ”This place is just fine. You've done a great job decorating it this year. And your and Hermione's costumes are just lovely.” Narcissa nodded gratefully, not wanting to admit out loud that she was not familiar with Tonks' costume. The woman invited her and the suspiciously quiet Sirius and Lupin to go to the living room on the floor above, where the main part of their evening would take place. “Who is this?” She turned to Hermione as soon as they were out of sight. “Cruella and the Dalmatians She makes fur coats out of puppies.” Giggling at Narcissa's charm, Hermione snuggled closer to her. “Muggle character, we should watch this movie with you sometime.” The woman grimaced in response. "Is this some kind of horror movie?" She raised an eyebrow. “How did Muggles even come up with such a thing?” “It's more like... a children's fairy tale.” Hermione cleared her throat, trying not to laugh. “Salazar, Muggles are scaring me more and more.” Narcissa muttered, and they sat down on the sofa again. Hermione left a soft kiss on her cheek. She didn't want to convince the woman now. It will be much more interesting to just show her a movie or read a book if she does not want to contact Muggle technology. The girl had a bad feeling that something was going to happen. Tonks could barely contain a grin, and the usually noisy Sirius was too quiet. With a flash of green flame, two more women came into the room in turn. Hermione grabbed Narcissa's hand before she realized it. This year, Bellatrix and Andromeda have surpassed themselves. A grinning Andromeda stood in front of them in a Colonel Sanders costume, and next to her was Bellatrix in a chicken costume. “Let me pour you a whiskey.” Hermione muttered, still clutching Narcissa's hand tightly, fearing that as soon as she let go, the woman would reach for the wand. “I'm afraid one tea is not enough anymore.” Bellatrix giggled and came closer, unceremoniously falling onto the sofa next to Hermione. Granger could feel how tense Narcissa was next to her. The girl was sure that she was physically restraining herself from killing. And judging by the way Bellatrix was grinning, it was unlikely that she could have kept herself in control longer. Hermione only hoped that the pre-arranged revenge would somehow calm Narcissa down. “Charming white dress.” Purred Bellatrix. “It's a pity that the bride is not that inno…” "Finish this sentence, and they'll serve stuffed chicken at the bride's wedding," Narcissa interrupted, not taking her eyes off Bellatrix. “Oh, come on, Cissy," Andromeda snorted. "The point of costumes is to have a good and fun time, although you definitely took your and Hermione's costumes seriously. Although Ted seems to be afraid to come here with me, he said he doesn't want to stay in the same room with me after you see this costume.“ “What kind of costume is this anyway?” The blonde raised an eyebrow. “Trust me, you don't want to know." Hermione muttered to her. Narcissa sighed heavily. It will be the longest five hours of her life.

***

Thankfully, everyone else had chosen more... acceptable costumes. Bellatrix and Andromeda, however, hadn't given her a moment's peace of mind from the moment they found out exactly what kind of dress Hermione was wearing. By eleven in the evening, the number of their jokes about the wedding, as well as their attempts to embarrass Hermione, had outgrown the acceptable amount. Narcissa even wondered how quickly Bellatrix's costume could catch fire in the bonfire she had prepared in the courtyard. She wasn't a big fan of the bonfire jumping tradition, but Bellatrix was usually very willing to jump for everyone. But the feathers on her costume should burst into flames in no time. She would definitely enjoy this picture. Unfortunately, even Bellatrix was sensible enough not to leap through the fire in that costume. By the time they were finally in the bedroom, Narcissa was on edge. She steadfastly ignored all of her sisters comments, limiting her warnings to only when they crossed the line, teasing Hermione. The girl was pressed against the bedroom door, barely having crossed its threshold. Narcissa covered her lips in a greedy, demanding kiss. Hermione squeaked as the fangs grazed her lip. The woman immediately pulled away, studying her lover's face worriedly. “Shit, I'm sorry, I completely forgot”. She ran a finger along the girl's lower lip, inspecting it for damage. “Does it hurt a lot?” “I'm fine. Just. Please. Fuck me.” Hermione murmured and pressed forward, trying to resume the kiss. “Give me one moment to retract my fangs, darling.” Narcissa left a smudged kiss at the corner of the girl's lips. “I don't want to accidentally tear your lip.” The spell takes no more than a couple seconds to cast, and everything inside Hermione trembled when Narcissa smirked, looking at her. “Let's go to bed, darling; I'm sure we'll be much more comfortable there.” The girl nodded hastily in response, which elicited a soft laugh from the blonde. Narcissa took her to her bed and let Hermione fall onto the soft mattress. “You are absolutely beautiful.” Narcissa whispered to her, hovering over the girl. “Have you thought about my suggestion?” Narcissa murmured, covering Hermione's jaw line with kisses. “Do you want to talk about it now?” Hermione wheezed. “Fuck, please. I need you.” “Watch your language, darling.” Narcissa bit the skin on the back of her neck lightly. “I've heard enough swearing from Ms. Weasley today. I swear, she just doesn't have a filter. And I'm still waiting for your answer.” “Please.” Hermione sobbed, fidgeting impatiently under Narcissa. The blonde teased, covering the girl's neck with light kisses. “Be a good girl and show a little patience.” Narcissa smirked as her hand dove under the skirt of the white dress. "Do you like the idea of being fucked right in it?" She whispered in the girl's ear. "You're so damn beautiful, honey. So wet, so needy. We will leave our conversation for the morning, but I can promise you that if you agree, I will make sure that you are so ready for me every night. I could easily fuck you with one of those depraved Muggle toys.” The woman bit her earlobe slightly. “Maybe tomorrow. I have slightly different plans for you today.” Narcissa deliberately and slowly pulled off the girl's underwear and carefully inserted two fingers into her. Hermione moaned impatiently, resisting the urge to move towards the touch. “Good girl.” Narcissa purred, beginning to slowly slide her fingers inside the girl. “So sensitive to my words.” She grinned as Hermiome tightened around her fingers. Narcissa began massaging the pea of the clitoris with her thumb, pulling out new moans and sobs from the girl. The woman picked up the pace, practically driving her fingers into Hermione. She ignored her own arousal, focusing entirely on the girl beneath her. Hermione was so open to her now, completely defenseless and vulnerable. Narcissa covered Granger's lips with her deep, imperious kiss again. "A little more, darling,” Narcissa croaked. “Don't come ahead of time. We both know you can last longer.” The woman felt Hermione's body tense. The girl was damn close to orgasm. “Cissy, please.” Hermione moaned, impaling herself on her long fingers. Giving up, Narcissa left a light kiss on the girl's cheek and then approached her ear. "Come for me, Hermione." She whispered. The wave of orgasm covered the girl almost instantly. It seemed that every muscle in her body was strained to the limit, and now she received a long-awaited release. Narcissa gently kissed her face and neck, patiently waiting for the girl to come to her senses. She gently pulled her fingers out of the girl and laid down next to her. "How are you feeling, honey?" arcissa gently smoothed her unruly dark hair with a clean hand. “Well fucked.” Hermione lazily opened her eyes. Narcissa giggled, kissed the top of her head, and pulled away to reach for the napkins on the bedside table. She froze when Hermione gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand toward her. The girl wrapped her lips around the fingers that had just been inside her, licking every drop from them. “Damn it, Hermione." Narcissa croaked, immediately covering the girl's lips with a kiss. “I thought we were watching the language in the bedroom." Hermione giggled. “Let me show you a few. I'm grateful to you." She licked her lips and touched Narcissa's vest with her fingertips. "But maybe we should take it off you. Although I can stay in the dress if it excites you so much." “Let it stay.” Narcissa muttered. “It's a shame that we won't be able to return it to its original form. It suits you perfectly.” The woman lay on her back and grinned when the girl sat on her hips. “A little more, and I'll start to think that you really want to marry me.” Hermione leaned over to kiss Narcissa, but Narcissa cupped her face in her hands. “I thought I was very clear about my intentions about you when we decided to tell our family and friends about us, darling. I'm more than serious about you and about us. I wasn't kidding when I asked you to move in with me. And, of course, I want to marry you one day. You could take my last name; it would be... stunning, a Muggle-born witch with the surname Black. But it seemed to me that living together was like the next step in a serious relationship, and I'm trying to treat you in the best possible way." Narcissa smiled awkwardly. "I love you, Hermione.” The kiss was gentle, slow, gentle. Narcissa moaned as the girl on her hips shifted. “I'll move my things tomorrow." Hermione muttered. "But for now…” They were distracted by a muffled noise in the next room. They froze, listening to the silence. “I think.” Narcissa finally said. "I forgot to apply a silencing charm.”