The first kiss is bruising, pressed up against the door, Narcissa’s hand tangled in her students hair. The second is less so, Hermione’s lips pressed gently across the elder witch’s collarbone. She gasps as the witch pulls her tight against her body, returning her gentle affection with a kiss that teases the skin. The magic radiated off of the pair, their tea laying forgotten as Narcissa led them through to her bedroom. Hermione sat on the large bed, and pulled her hoodie off in one almost liquid movement. The older witch held in a breath, exhaling slowly as her eyes traced the outline of the emerald green lingerie. "Green is not my favourite colour." Narcissa says. Hermione flushes, her cheeks darkening subtly, after a minute, Narcissa drops her dressing gown, and wandlessly Hermione changes from green to gold. "My, my, golden girl, you have good taste." Her hands stretched out, feeling the champagne coloured silk on her Professor’s hips, leaning back as she straddles her. Tentatively, her hands reach up, cupping the woman’s smaller breasts. She doesn’t seem put off, and undoes the button on the other girl’s jeans. She smiles when she realises that the lingerie is a matching set, and the unflattering clothes were just to hide her true purpose in the dungeons that evening.