"Kneel for me." Hermione complied, her nipples erect through the blouse so her wife knew that she wasn't wearing a bra. Narcissa sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed at the ankles like a proper Pureblood witch might do. The way her eyes trailed over the Gryffindor's body made the girl flush and even more turned on as she primly unfastened the top of her robes enough to expose her breasts. A solitary finger traced around her own areola as Hermione subconsciously licked her lips in need. The desire was like a fiery tether between them both as they felt drawn to each other, to bring the two flames together to burn higher than either could alone.