Abyssal eyes peer down at the offender from towering heights. The hellish glow from the candles combined with the shadows making them appear like two smouldering coals. She cocks her head.
"Or are you too stupid to comprehend that?"
"Oi, piss off. We're busy here, eh." The offender spouts off with foolish bravado turning back to Hermione.
The grip on the woman's hand tightens until Hermione herself can just make out the subtle popping and grinding of bone against bone. A pained hiss followed by a string of swears.
"Care to repeat that?"
"No." Comes through gritted teeth.
"Good girl. Now run along." The gentlewoman lets go and the other slinks off with her tail tucked firmly between her legs and only when she's completely out of sight does the woman turn back to Hermione
"Are you alright?" She questions, her handsome face soft with concern as she runs a cursory scan over Hermione's person.
Lightly tanned cheeks colour at the appraisal."Yes, thank you."
"May I?" An ebony head inclines to the empty stool adjacent to Hermione.
Excitement swells in Hermione's chest and she nearly shouts a 'yes'. Instead(thankfully) she catches herself. Giving a polite nod and smile.
Fluffing out her coat tail, the woman lowers herself regally upon the stool and nearly causes Hermione to swoon when a wave of her intoxicating cologne washes over all senses.
"Care for another?" She questions, gesturing just ahead of the honey haired woman.
Hermione pries her eyes away from the deep dark ones intend on dragging hers in and looks to where they glanced to. The glass holds but a splash. A true testament of a long forgotten thirst which still has her taste buds tingling. As does the gigantic red lipstick ring glaring back at them.
Hermione flushes pink with a shot of embarrassment, clearing her throat. "Ye- yes, please."
A wave of the hand motions for the barmaid whom Hermione highly suspects Ro hired for more than just her skills at the bartending. Especially when the blonde comes all but bouncing over with tits the size of Hermione's head, pressing out against a silkily white button-down.
She refills their glasses with a perky grin even as some sloshes over. "There you are, loves!" comes a chirp and she's off, short black shirt not swishing with each step. Ro truly has no shame. The horny ole bat.
Hermione takes a sip first, sighing within the glass.
"Do you like it? I wasn't quite sure if I'd made the right choice before." The gentlewoman admits tone a bit sheepishly before she takes a healthy pull of her own.
"You did. I haven't had wine-real muggle wine in ages. It was delicious." Hermione praises, savouring the lingering flavour. The smell, the taste reminds Hermione of simpler times with her mother who used to enjoy a glass after every dinner and occasionally let her a sip or two.
"I'm glad," Then after a moment the other woman turns fully to Hermione, face alight with a bit of sly cheek."Well, Granger seems you're still prone to getting into trouble."
Chestnut brows furrow as chocolate eyes narrow at the woman curiously."I'm sorry but do I know you?"
The stranger lets out a hearty chuckle. "I would give you a hint, but I'm afraid putting you in a headlock will only gain me one of your infamous right hooks."
Hermione studies her pensively for a moment, raking over the features. She's beautiful in the non-modern sense. In which nothing about her is even remotely dainty. At six feet tall with broad shoulders, a full-bodied frame and a set of legs which seem to go on forever she dwarfs Hermione's petite one even sitting down. Yet, even with her Amazonian stature, there is no mistaking that she is all woman.
A whole bloody hell of alot of woman, but a woman nonetheless.
Hermione's gaze darts back to the eyes. There's something vaguely familiar about them. A distant memory. Strong arms restraining her from behind, the pink toad screeching in her face, cat hair.
Oh.
Oh,
Bovine eyes go wide.
"Millicent? Millicent Bulstrode?"
Burgundy lips curl into a patented Slytherin's smirk. "Took you look enough, Granger."
TBC...