Title: The Delectable Taste of Mudblood Flesh
Author: emmy_nikolaevna
Rating: Pg-13-ish
Warnings: Femslash.
Pairing: Narcissa/Hermione
Disclaimer: Any Harry Potter character is not mine, I just use them to fulfill my need to write. All belongs to the wonderfully talented J.K. Rowling.
Summary: After being captured by death eaters, Hermione is taken to the Malfoy mansion where she serves as bait to lure in Harry Potter. Awaiting her fate, she recieves unexpected warmth from someone she never would have guessed.

It has been a great while since I have written any type of fanfiction so I decided instead of wasting my summer doing absolutely nothing I might as well make use of my time. I know the Narcissa/Hermione pairing isn't exactly the most popular, but I felt an overwhelming urge to write about them. Since there is so little out there of the pairing, I thought it might make someone happy if I wrote a short story about them. I feel as though this has been done millions of times before...
Warning: I had no Beta to check this over so if there are any typos, grammatical errors, or punctuation errors please let me know.
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She flinched as the hand made contact with her cheek, trying her hardest not to give into the overwhelming emotions that plagued her. She opened her eyes once more, holding back the tears that threatened to cascade down her creamy white cheeks. She looked up at the woman with the long flowing blonde hair and deep red lips, lips as dark as blood. Her eyes were cold, grey and uncaring as she glared at the young girl. The woman wore a grimace as she contracted her hand and let it hang stiffly at her side. Oh how she wished she could wipe that grimace of the beautiful woman’s pale face. The woman leaned forward and gently kissed the cheek she slapped, allowing her hand to run through the young girl’s thick brown locks. Once the woman slowly removed her lips from her bruised cheek the girl looked into the woman’s cold indifferent eyes.

“You taste divine Hermione” The woman stated, licking her plump lips “for filth that is.”

Hermione scoffed, immediately regretting her reaction as fragile fingers grabbed her chin. The woman’s thumb caressed her chin affectionately.

“Now now my dear, you mustn’t act that way towards me. I am the only one here who is bringing nourishment so you won’t starve to death. If I obeyed Lucius and kept away from you…” She brought her face closer to Hermione’s own, “you would be dead by now. We don’t want that now do we?”

“Why does it matter Narcissa?” Hermione spat, squirming under the woman’s intense gaze.

“Oh, it matters a great deal. What would the point be for Potter to come here? Why come for a dead body? Besides...” She brought her face closer and bit down on Hermione’s bottom lip, “I can’t have this much fun with a dead body.”

Hermione quickly licked the small amount of blood caused by Narcissa’s bite. The salty taste left a horrible taste in her mouth causing her face to contort.

“Don’t like the taste of blood? I’m not too fond of it either… but do you know what taste I do enjoy?”

Hermione stared at Narcissa then shook her head briefly.

“Flesh. The sweet taste of it as I kiss it…bite it…especially your skin my little mudblood. Yours has a particular sweet taste…”

Narcissa swooped down and briefly placed her lips Hermione’s neck, causing the young girl to unexpectedly release a soft pleasurable moan. Not expecting the reaction Narcissa smiled against Hermione’s neck then started to suck on her pulse point. Hermione grabbed onto the edge of her chair, closing her eyes and taking in the pleasurable sensation.

“No! I can not be enjoying this! This is Narcissa Malfoy! Not only is she Draco’s mother and Lucius’ wife, she is a death eater!”

Hermione quickly scooted the chair away from Narcissa, breaking their contact. Looking rather annoyed Narcissa took a couple steps back, keeping her eyes on the bushy haired girl. Hermione looked on the verge of tears. She had allowed a woman, a death eater nonetheless to do something she had yet to let a boy do.

“Do not cry.” Her voice was cold but warmed up once she saw the free flowing tears spill down the girl’s blushing cheeks. “I know you don’t wish to be here with me and my husband but we have orders from the dark lord. You are the key to his success. With you here your friend Potter and the Ministry of Magic with come to rescue you, inevitably falling into our trap. I am not going to kill you my dear, I may hurt you but that is because it is what my husband has ordered me to do. If I treat you with kindness I will be disobeying him and I can not disobey my husband. Although his powers are not near as powerful as our leader’s he can do great damage.”

Narcissa gently took off her robe and laid it onto Hermione’s lap. Slowly she lifted up her black long sleeved shirt, revealing a large bruise across her stomach. Hermione, feeling a sense of compassion, reached out to touch it. At the contact Narcissa shuttered then quickly grabbed Hermione’s wrist. After letting her shirt fall back to its original position she loosened her grip on the girl’s wrist then sighed. Her expression went back to being cold and the color that was once there drained from her eyes.

“It is late in the evening; I have spent far too much time here with you. Lucius will start to get suspicious if I stay any longer. I have made up a small cot for you to sleep on even though Lucius made it quite clear that you are to sleep on the floor being the “dog” you are.”

She leaned forward and gently pressed her lips against Hermione’s forehead, relishing the moment. As Narcissa backed away, Hermione grabbed her hand then rubbed the palm with her thumb. Narcissa glared at her then yanked her hand away, hastily walking to the large black door.

“You should be grateful that you have the honor of staying in our home. If my husband had his way you would be outside in the cemetery on a leash, cold, starved and alone. If my husband found out I’ve been so warm to you Hermione, being the filth you are…I…goodnight. Tomorrow is another day and I expect my husband will want to visit you bright and early.”

With a flick of  Narcissa's wand the room became enveloped in darkness. Hermione started to shake in cold being that she was only in her school uniform. Quickly she put on Narcissa’s cloak, venturing to the small cot positioned in the left corner of the room. Lying in the uncomfortable cot she drew the thin blanket over herself, snuggling up in the cloak and shutting her eyes, waiting until sleep crept up on her.