Before Hermione even knew what Narcissa was doing, the blonde’s soft tongue and even softer lips wrapped around her new member in a warm and velvety embrace.  Merlin, so that's what the fuss is about! Hermione thought as Narcissa’s mouth slowly drew downward, engulfing her wife so slowly that the Gryffindor fought the urge to meet the blonde halfway with a thrust of her hips.