Hermione's heart nearly stopped when she heard a soft rustling sound near her bedroom door; her eyes flew open as she was abruptly pulled from a dreamless slumber, all traces of sleep dispelled by her late night panic. She scanned the room, but as it was just past two in the morning, it was too dark to see much of anything. With her heart thudding in her chest, she slowly made to reach for her wand, when she heard a muted scuff on her floor. The sound was nearer than before, and Hermione tensed herself for a fight. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of her bedroom, she thought she saw a shape outline against the faint light peeking through her curtains. Hermione's fingers were mere inches from where her wand lay on her bedside table when the dark figure - now more obviously human shaped - suddenly bridged the last bit of distance between them and pounced, catlike, on her bed. A frightened shriek was muffled by a small hand pressed over Hermione's mouth, the figure settling itself on top of the young woman's thrashing body in order to keep her from fighting back. A low laugh permeated the dimly lit room, emanating from the woman sitting astride Hermione's lower abdomen. Reason and the powers of observation finally made their way to Hermione's sleep and fear addled mind as it processed the tenor of the woman's laugh, the tactile sense of the hand covering her mouth, as well as the weight of the woman straddling her and the feel of the thighs spread on either side of her torso.
"Mm gyonga fmphka kyeill oo!" Hermione tried to yell, her words stifled by the hand still clamped over her mouth. Another quiet, deeply amused chuckle rang out, which only seemed to enrage Hermione further. After several minutes of struggling to no avail, Hermione finally settled for glaring furiously at the intruder, who sat smuggle atop her. Pleased that Hermione had stopped flailing about, the interloper removed her hand from the girl's mouth.
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Hermione shouted as soon as she was able, repeating her previously smothered threat. Her hands gripped the other woman's waist in an attempt to dislodge her; however, she only succeeded jostling her, causing friction between the woman's center and Hermione's bare abdomen. One woman groaned while the other caught their breath at the sensation, Hermione's fingers digging sharply into the woman's hips.
"I hate you," Hermione added, though most of the rage had left her tone, her voice was quieter, and the statement sounded less than half-hearted.
"No you don't," Bellatrix grinned, squirming slightly.
"You scared the living daylights out of me! Don't you dare ever do that again, Bellatrix Black, or so help me, you'll sleep on the couch for a month!" Hermione warned, going back to glaring up at her lover murderously.
"I missed you," Bella replied, the statement surprisingly simple and honest. Those three words melted away the last of Hermione's fear induced anger, and she slid her hands around and up Bella's lower back.
"Prove it," she stated coyly, scratching lightly at Bellatrix's back, her hands having slipped beneath that black tank-top she wore. It's the one I gave her, Hermione noted distractedly. She knew her lover could never resist a challenge, especially one as enticing as that. A deep, thrumming sound came from Bellatrix's chest as she leaned down to claim her young witch's lips with her own. It was well into the dizzying kiss that Hermione realized that the sound was Bellatrix humming with profound contentment, and that knowledge in turn made her heart sing and her pulse race.