"Hold me, sweet." It was soft and pleading. She'd never imagined the proud, dignified Narcissa Malfoy pleading with a mudblood to hold her; let alone one who was fucking her husband. Hermione gathered the trembling woman into her arms, curling her body around her in what she hoped was a comforting way. Slowly, as Narcissa nuzzled her neck, Hermione felt her shaking begin to subside. She kissed Narcissa's earlobe and Narcissa sighed appreciatively.