Sorry for the wait I haven't forgotten
Short chapter
The great hall was a flush with excited chatter and private conversations. Hermione was miserable, looking around at the faces closest to her she wondered who was lying, who was enjoying her personal hell that she found herself in.
She was once told there were white lies and black lies and ... And many shades of grey lies. Some lies are justified; lies told out of kindness, lies to preserve dignity, lies that spare pain. Everyone's a lair it was human nature.
"Earth to Hermione!".
Blinking owlishly she turned to her bespectacled friend who appeared to be inhaling his mash potatoes.
"What?" she replied.
When Harry didn't reply she turned her attention on the high table, the staff eating their morning meal while chatting quietly amongst themselves. The dark curls of Bellatrix caught her eye as she leant heavily against the blonde mediwitch sitting to her right. She could just about lip read the words the oldest black whispered to her youngest sister.
Frigid.. Virgin... Good spanking.. Merlin saggy beard what are they talking about?. Is her hand...
Just as if Bellatrix read her mind she was met with the piercing grey eyes of Voldemort's best lieutenant, a sly smirk dancing on her devilish red lips. An arm slung carelessly over the back of Alecto Carrow's chair, she slowly without taking her eyes away knocked over the wine glass next to her sister, the thick red substance pooling into Narcissa's lap.
"Damn it Bella can you be more careful" Narcissa sighed dabbing up the mess from her robes with a napkin.
Bellatrix didn't answer instead she quirked an eyebrow at Hermione before blowing her a kiss.
Hermione blushed but she refused to break eye contact, to show weakness under Bellatrix Lestrange. The intense stare off continued, both witches ignoring the company around them in favour of proving who was top dog.
"Little Miss perfect needs a spanking" Bellatrix mouthed over the top rim of her now full glass sending her a wink. "Don't you pet?".
Hermione bit back a gasp, she had heard those three words echoing around her skull as if the dark witch had whispered them in her ear.
The bell suddenly rung out breaking the stand off, Hermione stood with her friends making their way out of the great hall with the large crowd.
"What you got now?" Ron asked munching on a sausage that he snagged from the table before the food disappeared.
Somethings don't change thankfully.
Harry shrugged.
Rifling through her bag, she pulled out her timetable, her eyes widened at the schedule, growling at her parchment.
"Defence with professor Black".
Draco rolled his eyes at her, prying the timetable from her destructive grip. Linking arms with a very reluctant Hermione, they led their small group to the DADA classroom.
Taking a seat at the back of the room next to Draco and as far from the teacher's desk as possible. Harry and Ron sat in front of them shielding her from view or so she thought.
The class quickly piled in taking their seats with a sombre silence hovering over the room just as the classroom door slammed shut and her nightmare had begun.
A dramatic sweep of the room and professor Black stood in all her horror gothic glory. Wild black curls dangling over her bare shoulders but to Hermione's surprise she was wearing a soft grey corseted dress that halted above the knee. It made her even more intimating especially as the flash of seductive smile she sent out.
"Good morning class" she drawled, leaning against the desk, her ankles crossed.
"Good morning professor Black" they replied cheerfully.
Hermione kept silent, slumping in her chair.
"No good morning pet?".
She twisted around in the chair but no one was behind her just the bare brick wall maybe she was going insane. Would explain a lot really.
"Some one needs a spanking pet".
"Did you hear that Draco?".
The blonde boy shook his head focusing his attention on the front.
"Miss Granger are we boring you?". Hermione bit back a sharp retort, her cinnamon eyes drinking in Professor Black bent over her desk, her hands palm down on the table. Face inches from her own, she could make out each individual eye lash batting against her beautiful face.
Oh boy..
She could see right down the woman's cleavage. Pale white flawless skin stretched over curvous domes. Perfect and possibly bouncy I wonder how they would feel, look above me..
"Miss Granger eyes up here" a soft purr disrupted her ogling.
Draco snickered from beside her but she couldn't bring herself to retaliate instead she swallowed down her desire, ripping her gaze away to meet her professor's. Her throat suddenly dry and her lips unresponsive.
"Detention tonight 8pm Miss Granger".
Oh dear Merlin I can't be alone with her she will eat me alive.
"You can't be serious?" Hermione flushed under her classmate's undivided attention.
"Deadly deary" was all she got in reply.