Bellatrix couldn't quite describe the feeling in her chest when she saw their lips touch, and the brunette's hand rise to caress Andromeda's cheek. There was only a faint ache.
She turned back to face the corridor, and walked the last few steps to her room quickly. The bottle of firewhiskey was small, and empty soon enough. Bella let it roll onto the floor. It was soon joined by two empty bottles of Quintin Black's.
Deciding she needed more alcohol and possibly, no definitely, some ice cream, Bella tried to call for Flitty. When no elf appeared, Bella set off on a quest to the kitchen herself.
Humming the Mission Impossible theme song (she had watched muggle movies as a teenager to rebel against her parents), she snuck down the corridor. The doors were thankfully all shut. However, they weren't soundproofed, so any occupants could quite clearly hear Bella coming.
She made it to the kitchen uninterrupted, and opened the freezer. To her surprise, a tub of ice cream fell out, and she wasn't quick enough to avoid being hit on the toe. Damn Peanut Butter Cup. Bella sat on the floor, cradling her foot, and examined her throbbing toe. It didn't look any worse for wear, but she felt sorry for herself anyway. Still holding her foot delicately, she looked into the freezer properly for the first time since she'd opened it and been attacked by flying ice cream. The entire three shelves were chockablock full of Peanut Butter Cup.
Bella groaned. Why would you fill a whole freezer with the worst tasting ice cream?! It was all about Half-Baked Alaska….
Hearing laughter behind her, Bella turned around to find Andromeda in the doorway outright giggling. The sight of the usually very imposing and in-control Bellatrix Black, sat on the kitchen floor clutching a tub of ice cream in one hand and her own foot in the other, was just too much for her younger sister to handle. Hermione chose that moment to appear in the doorway besides Andromeda, looking first at the laughing woman confusedly, and then to a pouting Bellatrix on the floor.
"My toe got hurt…"
Bellatrix said matter-of-factly, as if that explained everything. Which in a way, it did. If they were going to treat her like a child, she was damn well going to act like one. Besides, she had a boo-boo…
Two hours later another two bottles of rum was gone, and both Andromeda and Hermione had blown copious kisses towards Bella's foot at her demands for them to 'kiss it better'. They both refused to kiss her toe.
As Hermione had so eloquently said "Ewwwwww", which only made Bella laugh more as she hobbled around Andromeda lying on the floor and after the younger witch, with a mischievous look on her face.
"No, no. I was only kidding. Feetsies are not for kisses"
Bella was very good at sounding matter-of-fact when she was rat-arsed. Andromeda laughed as she managed to get up, and stumbled out the door towards the kitchen for more of the mini marshmallows they had found invading every single cupboard in the kitchen.
"Oh really? So you're gonna stop thrusting your foot in my face?" Hermione teased.
Bella's grin lit up her face completely, and for a moment Hermione was so entranced she forgot to breathe.
"Yes, Really."
Realising Bellatrix's mouth was moving and that she should definitely be paying attention, Hermione nodded.
"Lips are for kisses."
Hermione's brain just had time to comprehend what the darker witch had said, before she was completely frozen. Bella's beaming smile was gone, replaced with a dark, sultry look that Hermione could only describe as completely and utterly seductive. Hermione would have gulped if she had retained any control of her body. As it was, Hermione could only blink as the darker witch leaned closer to her.