Hello everyone. I have written a couple of fanfics, but this is the first one I've ever thought about publishing. I'd like to continue writing this fic, but before I do, I would like to get some feedback on what I have written so far. All reviews will be appreciated. English is not my native language, so there might be a couple of grammatical errors.
The brightest with of her age
Hermione Granger ran towards the girls bathroom with tears in her eyes. They had started again. The dreams. The last couple of nights she had woken up drenched in sweat. She thought the dreams had finally stopped. The dreams about... Her.
Hermione washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and she had dark bags under her eyes. Harry and Ron had noticed of course, but they assumed it was just because of all the homework she had. (Hermione took more classes than anyone else). She didn't want to worry them, so she didn't tell them the real reason... Bellatrix Lestrange. Ever since their encounter in the department of mysteries she couldn't get Bellatrix out of her head. Her faded beauty and full red lips attracted Hermione immediately. And she knew the Death Eater had noticed. "Enough of this, get a hold of yourself", Hermione said to her reflection. I should find a place to study. After returning to the Gryffindor common room (Where the quidditch team held a celebration party), she decided to try the library. A couple of first years had accidentally spilled water on a potions book and Madam Pirce screamed at the top of her lungs. Hermione sighed. "I really require a quiet place to study" she thought to herself. Where can I fi... Of course! The room of requirement!
She entered the room of requirement. It had transformed into a cozy study room that suited her needs. It had desk with a big comfortable chair next to it, a fireplace, a bookshelf, rolls of parchments and feather quills and ink. Hermione let out a sigh of relief. "Finally" She said. A relaxing quiet place where I can study. The hours flew by, and she had finished three papers. She found herself weary and tired and a bed materialized itself in front of her. She quickly packed away her stuff and went to bed.
Hermione could feel the dark haired woman smirk against her neck as she let a moan escape from her throat. She attacked her neck with kisses that left a fire in their wake. Bellatrix let her hands roam Hermiones body. She slid her hands under Hermione's shirt dragging them agonizingly slow towards her breasts. She finally found the way to her nipples and pinched them. Another moan escaped the young witches mouth. "You like that, Muddykins?" Bellatrix said seductively. With a flick of her wand Bellatrix removed Hermione's clothes leaving her in her underwear. Before Hermione could react Bellatrix pushed her on the bed and straddled her. She lowered her face hovering over her younger lower. She gently kissed her lips and leaned over to whisper in her ear: "Are you ready to turn up the heat, love?"
Hermione's eyes snapped open, she felt warm and aroused. This was without a doubt the most intense dream about Bellatrix yet. This continued on until Christmas break and she used the room of requirement nearly every day. Harry and Ron were going to The Burrow for the holidays. She decided to move in to the room of requirement for a little while. She was completely absorbed in her homework when she heard a voice:
"Hello, Muddblood, fancy meeting you here". Hermione turned around slowly, and laid out on her bed with a smirk, was Bellatrix Lestrange.