Bellatrix sat at the window, looking out in the pouring rain. The weather perfectly mirrored her mood. She left a deep sigh and closed her eyes to stop the tears. The rain was so loud that she didn't hear the sound of opening door. Hermione silently tip-toed to her love and lightly put a hand on Bella's shoulder.
„Don't worry about that, love," she whispered, „I don't care what my parents say…".
She caressed Bella's shoulder as she pushed the fabric of her love's dress down. Bellatrix felt how her little hair on the neck stood up and she relaxed to the touch. Hermione pressed little light kisses on Bella's neck and she whispered „No matter what they say," she kissed her way to Bellatrix's ear as she tenderly whispered „I'll never leave you.".
Then Hermione pulled back and took a clasp from Bella's hair. It's thick and looks messy, but it isn't. Her hair is silk and cascading over her delicious back. Hermione started playing with them, then took a brush and slowly caressed Bella's hair.
„'Mione…" Bella moaned and let her head fall back. Hermione smiled, because she knew that her parents didn't matter to her lover anymore. She bent down, pressed her lips to Bellatrix's and suddenly everything felt right.
