AN: Hey guys, thank you so much for the reviews, follows, favourites etc. It really does mean a lot. I have changes the rating of this from a T to an M because who was I kidding thinking I could keep it too tame. I should be writing about Jean Bodin and Western Politics but I just couldn't get this out of my head so here you go.

Aryalyn: I hope you aren't disappointed with the way Hermione is going so far. She's definitely not going to be too innocent.

I hope you enjoy! :)

'You what!?' Fleur spluttered, eyes wide and mouth open.

'I slept with her.' Hermione smiled sheepishly while shuffling the papers on her desk. She kept her eyes focussed on the files, not quite ready to look her blonde friend in the eye.

'Merde...' The veela sighed. 'You minx.' She laughed outright, sweeping the hair out of her face and shooting her friend a mischievous grin. Hermione grinned in return, her eyes now reaching the other woman's face.

'How was it?' The French witch asked with a smirk.

'Fantastic!' Hermione beamed. 'She did things... Made me feel things I wasn't sure I could. At least not that intensely.'

'Who knew Bellatrix Black was such a dog?' Fleur smirked.

'Everyone?' The brunette offered with her own smirk. 'It's not like she has a reputation for being the tamest Hippogriff in the paddock.'

'True.' Fleur muttered. 'So you don't regret it at all?' The blonde's voice dropped to a more serious tone. Her blue eyes bored into the warm hazel ones in front of her.

'Not at all.' The brunette smiled, touched by her friend's concern.

'Good. I'm glad you're getting yourself out there again.'

'Lets not go there... Please.' Hermione groaned, tearing away from the other woman's.

'Why ever not?' Fleur demanded, toothy grin firmly in place. Upon seeing the younger woman's frown the French woman sighed. 'All I'm saying is that I'm glad you're not keeping yourself all uptight. A young, beautiful woman such as you needs to let loose. Merlin knows you deserve to.'

'Well, you needn't worry about that.' The gryffindor smiled. 'Definitely not so uptight. Although, I wasn't exactly loose.' The girl giggled to herself.

'Meaning?' Fleur enquired, one eyebrow raised as she stared at the now blushing woman.

'Uh, well, she..enjoyedhavingmetiedupisall.' The brunette forced out in one breath causing her friend to howl with laughter. Hermione slapped her hysterical friend's arm with her own amused grin as the veela began to calm down.

'Maybe Bella isn't the only dirty dog.' Fleur wiggled her eyebrows.

'Fuck off.' Hermione grinned, throwing her stapler just to the left of Fleur's head. 'It's not like you can say much. You're the most sexual person I've ever known.'

'Why thank you.' The veela preened. 'Although, this time, I'm not moving quite as fast as you.'

'Really? But its been like, 5 dates now. That's not like you... or Bill.' Hermione queried gently, noting the subtle shift in her friend's demeanour.

'I know.' The blonde smiled gently. 'Its nothing to worry about 'Mione. It all feels so different this time. And for the first time in my life I don't want to rush anything, I want to take my time and explore this properly. Maybe that's been where I've been going wrong.' The blonde admitted with a shy shrug.

'I wouldn't call an orgy with 3 beautiful French Veela and 4 incredibly hunky Italian men "going wrong"' The brunette chuckled at the proud smirk on her friend's face. 'But I can see where you're coming from.'

'Good. Now get a move on. I need a drink after all of this.' The blonde grinned cheekily, putting on her coat and throwing the brunette her own jacket.

Bellatrix stared into the depths of her teacup, watching the lighter colour of the milk swirl into the dark tea. Her sister's had been nattering away for hours about pointless rubbish that disinterested her entirely. At least Cissy had good taste in tea and cake.

'Bella?'

The dark witch looked up at the sound of her name to find both women staring at her with an amused look.

'Away with the fairies are we?' Narcissa smirked from behind her own teacup.

'More like away with Hermione Granger, if I've heard correctly' Andromeda grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Bellatrix growled as she lowered her own cup to its saucer. It's gentle clink seemed to echo and ripple through the silence and tension the middle sister had inadvertently created.

'What do you mean by that?' Narcissa asked, her tone creeping up as she too placed her cup down on the coffee table. The youngest sibling was met with silence as Andromeda swallowed audibly before looking anywhere but either of her sisters.

'Bella... What did she mean by that?' The blonde demanded, her cerulean eyes burning a hole in the eldest sister's nonchalant facade.

'Nothing, Cissy. Just winding Bella up.' Andy tried to back-pedal, reaching for a slice of cake to keep her mouth busy and stop her from dropping both her and her look-a-like in the shit again.

'You're a dreadful liar, Andromeda.' Narcissa drawled. The blonde sat straighter in her chair. Her body now facing Bellatrix entirely. 'Out with it.'

'Andy was just referring to the ball. It's become common knowledge that I spent some time talking with the Granger girl.' Bellatrix dead-panned whilst keeping her eyes on her nails. Trying to seem as though she was bored and uninterested in the current topic.

'Why on earth would you spend time with someone like that?' Narcissa blanched, her upper lip crinkling slightly as she spoke.

'And what's that supposed to mean?' Andromeda snapped.

'Oh shush, Andy. I wasn't referring to her... Blood status. Merely her age and personality.'

'What's wrong with her personality? 'Mione's a lovely girl. Good friends with Dora.' Andy frowned. 'I'd be more concerned about the kind of company your husband likes to keep.'

'I beg your pardon!' Narcissa seethed. 'What has Lucius got to do with any of this?'

'You can't tell Bella off for making friends with a lovely, sweet young lady when your own husband spends time with some of the lowest form of scum known to mankind.' Andromeda protested.

Bellatrix sighed. Part of her was happy to let the two sisters argue and forget all about the original comment. However, that would just lead to her being piggy in the middle until the two get over their stubbornness and make up. She didn't have the time or energy for that this time.

'Shut it. Both of you.' The older woman snapped, gaining the other two's attention immediately.

'Lucius is a prick, this we know.' The dark haired witch held up her hand to silence her youngest sister's protest before it formed. 'As for the company I keep, that is neither of your business.' The eldest witch reprimanded. Bella watched happily as the two looked down in shame at their argument. She waited until the youngest and most proper of the three of them sipped at her tea before adding: 'That being said. I am taking her to dinner and have already given her a thorough shagging.' The eldest smirked triumphantly as Narcissa spluttered tea all over herself and the table and Andromeda erupted into fits of laughter.

'I knew it!' The middle sister managed to shout out amongst her laughs.

'You cannot be serious, Bellatrix?' The youngest sister hissed while dabbing her tea sodden robes with a handkerchief.

'And why not?' The dark woman smirked.

'She's young enough to be your daughter! She was the same year as Draco at Hogwarts.' The blonde snapped. Never in a million years had she expected to hear this about her older sister and the know-it-all Gryffindor that her son had detested throughout his schooling.

'I for one, am seriously proud of you, sis.' Andy grinned earning a wink from her older sister.

'This is no joking matter, Andromeda.' The blonde stated through gritted teeth. 'From what Draco has said she's a stubborn, know-it-all, bookworm, fool-hardy little brat.'

'Suits you to the ground, Bella.' Andy quipped earning a glare from both sisters.

'Cissy, who I choose to spend my time with is really none of your concern.' The dark witch snapped. 'I like her. That's all that matters.' The blonde shrank slightly at her sister's tone. Bella never spoke to her that way.

'As for Draco, we all know that he isn't exactly a little ray of fucking sunshine so why don't we leave his opinion where it belongs... At the door.'

Sensing the situation was only going to continue to spiral downwards, Andromeda took the chance to lift the spirit slightly.

'So you like her then?' She enquired softly, her hand coming to rest on her big sister's knee.

'What's not to like?' The dark witch smiled softly. 'It's early days, obviously. And I don't know what the hell its going to be. So for now, I'm more than happy to explore things and spend time with the girl.'

'Does she know about your habit of never having a serious relationship and insisting on always keeping things casual?' Narcissa chimed, a frown still gracing her features.

'Not yet.'

'Well, don't you think you should let her know? Before she goes getting the wrong idea.' The blonde snapped.

'Cissy, stop.' Andromeda warned. 'Don't interfere. You know it will end badly. Besides, 'Mione may surprise you in that way.'

'Really?' Narcissa scoffed.

'Really.' Andromeda drawled. 'I know for a fact that she's not the innocent, doe eyed Gryffindor she appears to be.'

Bellatrix grinned at the amused look on the middle sister's face. That was exactly what she wanted to hear. Not that she needed much more proof. Not many innocent girls would have gone home with her after just meeting. They certainly wouldn't have allowed the dark witch to do the things she did.

'That's settled then.' She announced with a triumphant smile.

'What is?' Cissy asked, confusion creeping into her eyes.

'You'll stay out of my sex life.'

Bellatrix took a deep breath before gently knocking the door in front of her. She'd owled the girl to say she'd swing by her office and pick her up for their dinner date. As much as she hated to admit it, and probably never would admit it, she was nervous. Not majorly nervous, she most definitely wasn't worried. It was just the small flutter between her stomach and chest, an ever so slight increase in heart rate and the inability to keep her hands from moving.

'Come in.'

The dark witch exhaled, steeling her resolve as she entered the young woman's office. Upon entering, there were certain things that jumped out at the witch. The first being the sight of Hermione Granger, black skinny jeans that clung to her arse in all of the right places, burgundy blouse with the top three buttons undone, allowing just the right amount of cleavage threaten to slip out, soft brown curls dancing around her face and those captivating hazel eyes ablaze with delight upon coming into contact with her own. Secondly, Bella noted the papers and stationery on the desk, all immaculately set out. Then she noted the two mugs on the side, one with a Gryffindor Lion that shook its mane every few seconds and the other a pale blue with silver writing that spelled out 'Fleur' on loop.

'She's always here, never spends any time in her own bloody office so I agreed to let her have a mug. She insisted it have her name, so that no one else would dare use it.' Hermione spoke softly as she watched the other woman survey her surroundings.

'And the stapler on the floor?' Bella queried, an eyebrow raising slightly.

'Ah... I threw that at her yesterday.' Hermione admitted shyly causing the other woman to chuckle.

'Why on earth would you do that?'

'She said something I didn't like.' The brunette stated simply.

'Do you often react to situations you don't like with violence Miss Granger?' Bellatrix smirked as she crept closer to the girl, a hunter rounding in on its prey.

'I suppose it depends on the circumstances.' Hermione replied breathily as the dark woman entered her space. From here she was invaded by the woman's scent, a dark mixture of sandalwood and cinnamon at a guess. She could feel the woman's breath against her cheek as she leaned in.

'You do realise I'm head of the Auror department. With admittance such as this I am well with in my power to take you as my prisoner.'

Hermione felt her stomach lurch at the other woman's words. 'Well, we wouldn't want that would we.' The brunette smirked, a hint of sarcasm dripped through her words.

The dark woman let the moment hang, her eyes locked onto the girl's.

'If you'd like to take my arm, Miss Granger. I do believe we have a dinner to attend.' Bellatrix smiled warmly as the girl reached out and linked her arm through the offered one before turning slightly and with a pop apparated them away from the ministry.

'I had no idea it was possible to apparate from the ministry, we were always told it was impossible.' The brunette stated as they arrived at their destination. She had yet to look where they were as she was too caught in the older woman's eyes.

'Its an Auror thing, sometimes we need to get out in an emergency.' The dark witch shrugged before taking a reluctant step back from the girl. It was then that Hermione noticed the gently breeze and smell of the sea. Taking a deep breath the girl grinned.

'I love the coast.' She took a moment to absorb her surroundings. They were stood on a slight cliff overlooking a small and secluded bay.

'Good.' The dark witch grinned. 'Come.' She reached out her hand and smirked at the slight blush on the girl's cheeks from her obviously, dirty mind. That was something to be taken full advantage of. Bellatrix led the girl down towards the bay to a large, flat rock that jutted out of the cliff face.

Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the scene in front of her. A chequered blanket was laid out on the rock, decorated with a couple of cushions and floating candles hovering in the air around it. With a flick of Bella's wand, the small wicker basket on the middle of the blanket opened up and an abundance of finger foods spilled out and set themselves out.

'I thought something more relaxed would be the most suitable.' The dark witch stated upon the girl's silence.

'It's perfect, thank you.' The brunette smiled before placing a small kiss on the older woman's cheek. Bellatrix smiled warmly before ushering the younger woman to sit and reaching for a bottle of elven wine.

'I do hope you like the strong stuff.' She smirked.

After the majority of the food had been eaten the two women found that the sun had almost set entirely. Hermione gazed dreamily up at the sky, lit with different shades of orange and purple.

'You're beautiful.' Bellatrix whispered, her fingers softly trailing the younger woman's jaw, marvelling in the blush she received in response. Hermione tore her eyes away from the sky and stared into dark eyes. She shifted herself on the blanket, closing the distance between her and the witch creating storms in her mind. Bella's eyes danced between warm hazel eyes and plump lips, she watched as the girl released a slight breath, the tip of her tongue sneaking out to wet her lips. Without hesitation, the older witch leaned in and pressed her lips against those belonging to the girl. It was both firm yet soft, gentle yet passionate. The girl responded eagerly, her tongue slipping past the barrier and into the older woman's mouth. There she could taste a mixture of elven wine and something distinctively Bellatrix, the combination was intoxicating. Hermione released a soft moan as the other woman's tongue collided with her own, her hands tangling themselves in soft brown curls and pulling her ever-closer. Her own hands were now tugging at the woman's robes, a desperate attempt at trying to pull them off without thought.

Bellatrix gently leaned forward, forcing the girl to lay down. Her lips never leaving the other girl's she settled herself on top of her. Her hands roamed a soft, supple body. Snaking their way to the waistband of her jeans and effortlessly unbuttoning them. At a snail's pace she undid the girl's zip, all the while sucking on her bottom lip. The dark woman tore away from the kiss, breathlessly she stared down at the wanton girl beneath her. Lips parted, heavy breathing, pupils blown, chest heaving. A fire danced in hazel eyes as Bella tugged her jeans down to her knees. A burning desire raged on as the dark witch unbuttoned her shirt, leaving the material slide off her torso. Ruby lips soon descended on her ribs. Hot, wet kisses trailed over a taught stomach and across a jutting hip bone. Bellatrix nipped at the skin as her fingers skilfully hooked themselves beneath the band of her pants. Slowly, the witch pulled them down to join the jeans. Dark eyes swirled with desire and need. Hermione gasped as without warning, a hot mouth attached itself to her. Coherent thought flew out of the window as the dark witch's tongue continued its assault on her. Eyes closed, chest heaving, hips writhing, the girl let herself go in the ocean of pleasure given to her. Heat pooled in the bottom of her stomach, she could feel herself going. A spring, pulled out straight to the point of snapping. In one swift movement, the dark witch pushed inside of her. Snap. The brunette writhed and moaned, breathily declaring the dark witch's name as she came undone.

'Bellatrix...'

The dark witch stilled her movements as the younger woman's body spasmed around her. Gently she kissed her way back up to the girl's mouth where she was greeted with hard, demanding kisses.

'I hadn't intended on getting so carried away so soon.' The dark witch admitted breathlessly as she pulled away from the girl.

'I'm glad you did.' Hermione bit her lip, her eyes settling on the woman's own. Bellatrix looked away.

'I was supposed to talk to you first.' She admitted with a guilty smile.

'About what?' Hermione swallowed.

'I don't know how to put it without sounding like a wanker.' Bella started. 'Its just that... I'm not good at relationships. I don't really do them. I cant bear the thought of commitment in that way and losing me... My freedom.' Seeing no objection on the girl's face she continued. 'I guess I'm trying to say that I like casual. I want this to be casual.'

Hermione sighed in relief before leaning up and kissing the worried look off the woman above her.

'Casual is perfect.' The brunette laughed, her hand resting on a pale cheek. The dark witch grinned before removing herself from the girl. Noting the look of disappointment and slight pout on the brunette's lips she held out her hand.

'Come on.'

Hermione took the offered hand. 'Where are we going?'

'Oh, I'm not done with you yet.' Bellatrix smirked and Hermione's eyes gleamed with anticipation.