Narcissa looked into the deep chocolate eyes that looked at her. She saw the truth in her wife's eyes and knew that Hermione was right. She realized Hermione would say something if she got uncomfortable; they did trust each other with their lives in battle, so why not with sex? I can do this. Narcissa's smile was genuine as she pet Hermione again, fisted her hands into her hair, pulling with a sharp tug at the back of her head, and forced her wife to crawl up onto her own bed on all fours. The cold feeling of metal came with a ratcheting sound as Hermione was restrained with the muggle handcuffs and a quick push had her face-down to the mattress.