"Stroke my hair," Narcissa begged, and Hermione did so. Narcissa's hair was like silk, sleek and soft. "Kiss me," she whispered. Hermione obeyed. As she kissed Narcissa she wondered how this could be the same cold woman who'd looked down her nose at her. Narcissa's lips were warm and soft. She had never kissed a woman before, but she found she liked it. "You were wonderful tonight. I see why he calls you sweet," Narcissa murmured, stroking her hair with a trembling hand. "May I call you sweet?"