Written for Elizabeth Blossom's Favorite Character Challenge
Ship: Bellatrix/Hermione
Prompt: Black
Rating: T
A seemingly endless sea of ebony curls spread across the pillows of the great four poster bed the two lovers shared. Hermione's fingers could get lost for days in them. The witch to whom they belonged was soundly sleeping, her pale features utterly serene. Bella was truly the epitome of her namesake, painfully beautiful and even more so when she was at rest.
Hermione loved everything of her black beauty and she loved her even more when she slept. For it was only then for Bellatrix that everything - her dark past, her worries, her frustrations, her anger - was all cast away. It was only then that everything was right.
The younger witch's hands moved from the curls, whose texture rivaled that of the satin sheets, to trace patterns along regal cheekbones, a straight nose, and full lips that even without rouge bore a rosy tint.
The brunette started gently when the mouth beneath her touch suddenly curled upward into a wry smirk and a voice, slightly hoarse from sleep but still laced with its signature sultry timbre, heatedly smooth as the top shelf Firewhiskey the dark witch loved so much, drolly whispered,
"Clearly I'm doing my job wrong if I can't manage put you to sleep before me."
Hermione snorted softly and snuggled closer to her lover, pressing her nose into all those thick black curls and inhaled the intoxicating scent that was her current Amortentia. "You're doing everything just right," she murmured as her honey brown eyes closed.