A/N: Bella wakes up to someone cooking. Bellamione. I think this is one of my first Bellamione's.
Submission for:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): 2 Week Drabble Wars: Main Attraction ft. Dialogue Prompts - Secondary character - Hermione. Prompt - "I am just like my mother. When she is upset, she cooks."
Bellatrix sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. Today was Sunday, the day she usually slept in after a long night of work, but for some reason she was awake at nine in the morning. She looked to the other side of the bed and frowned. Normally, her partner would also choose Sunday mornings to sleep in (which took much convincing on Bellatrix's part since the girl was more of a perfectionist than she was), but this morning, Bella was all alone.
Then Bellatrix took a deep inhale and was hit with the lovely smell of French toast, chocolate chip muffins, dark roast coffee, and was that apple pie?
Bellatrix pulled the covers off her legs and got to her feet. She walked down the hall towards the small kitchen of their flat to find it overflowing with breakfast foods. Towers of pancakes stood at the edge of their round table, with a variety of toppings to behold. There was large bowl of fruit, bought fresh from the market a few blocks away. And like Bella had smelled, there was an apple pie baking in the oven.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" she asked softly.
The younger girl jumped at the sudden sound before spinning around. Her eyes had a wild look and she was covered from head to toe in various spills and smudges. Bellatrix almost laughed at the amount of flour that had gotten caught in the girl's messy brown locks during her baking.
"What does it look like? I'm cooking," she said once she realized it was just Bella. She turned back to the counter where she was mixing a large bowl of batter.
"But why?" Bella asked, stepping forward and placing a hand on the girl's mad stirring. "I know how much you love house-elves, love, but that's no reason to behave like one."
Hermione frowned before she snatched hand away from the older woman. "You promised to stop teasing me about that."
Bella held up her hands in surrender, a playful smile on her lips, before she grew serious once more. "Is something the matter?" she asked.
"What gave it away?" Hermione said mockingly. "I guess I'm just like my mother. When she's upset, she cooks."
"That's apparent," Bella said, eyeing the lovely strawberries in the fruit bowl. "But I think it'd be better if you talked to me instead," she said as she placed a hand on Hermione's once more to stop her. "When we started this relationship, one thing you asked was for me to use words instead of actions to express myself. Now, it's time for you to do the same."
Hermione sighed before she nodded. "You're right, Bella."
Bellatrix smiled before she leaned towards the young girl's cheek, her tongue moving over the small spot of chocolate there. "Mmm, now come and tell me all about it over breakfast."