"Did he make any other requests of you? Demand anything? Whatever it is, I'll help you..." Narcissa rambled, her hair becoming disheveled as she finally reached her breaking point. Hermione reached out with her left hand, tucking back a lock of her golden-black hair behind an ear. A flash of a smile betrayed the barest hint of lines at her eyes, and Hermione couldn't help but wonder if she didn't truly disgust her new wife like she thought she had.