CHAPTER 3
Bellatrix sat patiently longing for a positive response, silently looking into Minerva's vacant expression with a softness in her waiting smile.
Minerva felt her hand in the warmth of Bella's and gave it a gentle squeeze, she didn't know what she was going to say or do, she couldn't even comprehend what was right which was unlike her, all she knew was that a beautiful young woman was sat on her sofa, naked, holding her hand. She could even feel her smiling without even looking at her, she knew that if she was to look at her, her heart would surely melt and she would be forever under her spell.
She leant forward getting her firewhiskey from the table, which was more of an excuse for the freedom of her hand. She took a sip from the glass, noticing how cold the glass was against her lips, and sat back on the sofa cradling the glass with both hands.
Bella understood this reaction and though she felt a little rejected, she stood, placing her own glass back on the table, placed Minerva's cloak over her shoulders and left the room quickly but quietly.
Minerva didn't move a muscle as she left the room, she wasn't sure if she wanted Bella to stay or go, but she felt a sudden jolt in the pit of her stomach, sadness that she was alone in a cold room as she noticed that the vase of roses were slowly fading away with the happy confused warmth Bella had brought with her.
Not realising what she was doing she got up and raced from the room and through her office catching up to Bella who was halfway across her classroom. Bella spun round quickly, not knowing what to expect. She had never seen McGonagall move that quickly before.
Minerva was displaying a shocked expression at her actions, not knowing whether to burst out laughing or to cry from the intensity of the feelings she was experiencing of the last few hours events.
"I'm sorry, Professor" Bellatrix was being over careful and flirtatious with her words, and her trying to keep a steady voice through her girly giggles wasn't helping Minerva's feelings.
"Do you need your cloak back?"
She hadn't even finished speaking when she allowed Minerva's cloak to gently slide down her curves and fall onto the floor around her feet.
"Good night, Professor" she placed her arms around her professor and purposefully kissed her soft cheek before attempting to turn around and leave her classroom.
She couldn't move, Minerva had her in a tight embrace though she noticed, had been very careful of the wounds on her back. She could feel warm tears falling on her shoulders and wondered why she was crying. Trying to look at her face, she softly spoke, "nothing has to happen".
She pulled away, making a slight distance between them.
"Nothing has to happen, not if you don't want it to, Minerva".
She was very careful to use her name, to show her that she was mature, and an adult, and of age.
She closed the gap again and this time placed her arms around her waist.
"I want it to though".
This was all Minerva needed to hear, to confirm that she wasn't dreaming this, to confirm that she hadn't just got it all completely wrong.
She held Bella's face in her hands.
"As long as you're sure, this is what you want"
Their faces came closer together and both women's lips, parted unintentionally, ready for their first kiss, eyes lust filled, drinking in each other's words of need, her whispered confirmation inaudible over their heavy breathing.
Tears were still silently falling from Minerva's eyes onto Bella's cheek, but these were now tears of longing.
Bellatrix gently pulled Minerva's body closer to hers, as Minerva kissed her, slowly brushing her lips against hers, feeling the softness of her lips, then she pulled away leaving Bellatrix searching for the next brush of her lips.