A dark chuckle came from her wife's throat as Cissy felt pressure inside herself as Hermione got past the knuckles and could feel that the thumb was folded inside. Hermione stilled her hand as the Slytherin made every attempt to relax and not clench against the invading fist. "Patience, wife..." Hermione rasped as a distant part of Narcissa's mind told her that sitting might be painful for the next few days.