Thank you so much for all of your lovely comments on the last chapter and for sticking by me for so long. I know how frustrating it is to wait so long between updates and appreciate your never ending patience. Hopefully now that we are in lockdown I will have a little bit more time to write, although I do still have to work from home every day so I won't be churning out chapters as quickly as some other authors may be.
I'm so excited about this chapter I've been writing little snippets for ages and have spent the last week or so trying to tie it all together. I know this story has been pretty slow burn and it does heat up in this chapter, I hope I've done the moment justice.
As always, I don't own anything I'm just using JK's wonderful characters and settings.
The Great Hall was decorated entirely in black and gold and looked very stylish indeed; the ceiling had been charmed so that fireworks erupted amongst the stars every now and again. On the stage where the teacher's table usually resided were four large, sparkling numbers, spelling out 1970. The four long house table had been replaced by smaller round tables that took up the back half of the room; they reminded Hermione of the yule ball. In the centre of each table were supersized champagne flutes that were filled with a glowing golden liquid that emitted wisps of white smoke and exploded small stars into the air. The front of the room had been left clear as a makeshift dance floor; the usual plain stone floor had been covered with black and gold tiles that pulsed subtly along with the music.
"Wow." Bellatrix breathed, her eyes flittering around the space as she and Hermione walked slowly into the room. They subtly dropped each other's hands and took a small step away from each other as they joined the party. "This place looks incredible."
"I know." Hermione agreed as she too looked around the room, she inadvertently caught Mcgonagall's eye and smiled as the woman raised her eyebrows at the sight of her in her dress. She smiled shyly at the professor's nod of approval and self-consciously ran her hands over the non-existent wrinkles in her skirt. "And look they have a dance floor. Am I going to get to see your dancing skills?"
"Oh Miss Ross." Bellatrix smirked as she grabbed Hermione's hand and twirled the girl around effortlessly before pulling her firmly against her body. She dipped her head forward and whispered seductively into the other girl's ear. "You are not at all prepared for my dancing skills."
Hermione giggled as she gripped Bellatrix's bare shoulder with her free hand to steady herself, the cocky smirk on the Slytherin's face making her stomach flip a little. "I have to admit that was pretty smooth Miss Black."
"If you want smooth you should see me dance." Andromeda butted in, announcing her presence as she wandered over to the couple. She unexpectedly grabbed both girls by the chin and tilted their faces this way and that as they eyed each other confusedly. "I'm glad to see the anti-smudge charm I tried on your lipstick worked."
"Good to know we made effective guinea pigs." Bellatrix said sarcastically as she attempted to pull her face out of her sister's vice like grip, she let go of Hermione's waist reluctantly and moved away from the warmth of her body.
"I knew I could count on you two to have a good smooch." Andie replied with equal sarcasm, she slapped both girls' cheeks playfully as she beamed across at them.
"An easy bet to make with Hermione looking as beautiful as she does." Bellatrix said unexpectedly, the raven haired girl was free with compliments when she and Hermione were alone. But she was often more reserved when they were with others, her comment caused Hermione to blush, she always loved making her blush. The Slytherin reached up to run her thumb gently over the bloom of colour that had erupted on the girl's cheek.
Andromeda cooed and fluttered her eyelashes teasingly as she looped one arm through Hermione's and the other through Bellatrix's. "Let's go and find somewhere to sit before you two end up slinking off to a broom cupboard together."
The three girls found a table on the edge of the dancefloor, over the course of the evening a few of Andromeda's friends and their classmates joined them in dribs and drabs. They enjoyed the delicious food that appeared in front of them, they helped themselves to more than a few drinks, they shared raucous laugher and danced until their feet ached in their high heels. As the night wore on Hermione and Bellatrix found it harder and harder to focus on the conversations the others were having as gentle touches got bolder and fleeting glances lasted longer. Eventually Hermione, having restrained herself as much as she could, had grabbed Bellatrix's hand and dragged her to the dancefloor. There at least they would have an excuse to touch each other and hold each other, a fact they had certainly taken full advantage of.
A fast song was playing and the dancefloor had become crammed with bodies, people were crashing into each other as they jumped around and Hermione could hardly hear herself think. She could feel that familiar sensation of panic start to creep up her spine as she realised she couldn't see an escape route anymore. They had been forced in to the middle of the dancefloor as more and more people had piled on. She grabbed Bellatrix by the back of the neck and pulled her close as she tried to shout in her ear that she needed some air, but the raven haired girl just looked at her confused, clearly unable to hear her. The paler girl cupped Hermione's cheek and her dark eyes danced over her face with concern, clearly she was looking as pale as she felt, she mouthed 'are you ok?'. Hermione shook her head a little frantically as she pointed towards the doorway to the left of the dancefloor that opened out on to a patio overlooking the Black lake. Bellatrix caught on quickly and clasped her hand, beginning to tow her between the warm bodies. She roughly shoved people out of the way as she carved a safe path for Hermione through the boisterous crowd. She didn't release the bushy haired witch's hand until she had pulled them to the periphery of the, thankfully deserted, patio. The breeze was the strongest here and they could feel the light spray being blown off the surface of the lake.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and took a few deep breath of the cold night air, she felt her heartrate begin to settle when a cool hand cupped the back of her neck and a forehead pressed against her own. She could feel Bellatrix exaggerating her breathing to help her to calm her own, she hadn't even realised she was on the verge of hyperventilating until now. The Slytherin's scent surrounded Hermione and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips, she hadn't registered before this moment just how much comfort the she drew from the presence of the other girl.
"Are you back with me?" Bellatrix whispered, her lips gently brushing Hermione's in a chaste kiss.
"Yeah" Hermione nodded gently with a sigh, she wrapped her arms around Bellatrix's waist and pulled the girl closer to her. "Thank you for getting me out of there."
"Oh you're welcome." Bellatrix smirked slightly as her free hand crept to the bare skin of Hermione's back like it had countless time that night. She couldn't get enough of exploring the other girl's smooth flesh. "You know, because getting you alone is such a chore for me."
"Well almost alone." A voice with a distinct Scottish accent cut through their moment, the girls jumped apart as though they had been burned. Bellatrix's smirk slid from her features and Hermione's face took on a distinct fuchsia shade. They turned in the direction of the approaching professor; she was being closely followed by a handsome older gentleman with combed back salt and pepper hair that sat on the collar of his stylish black and gold dress robes.
Bellatrix managed to compose herself more quickly than her companion, reaching out and entwining her fingers with Hermione's she gave them a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry Professor, we didn't notice you."
"No Miss Black, your attention was most distinctly elsewhere." Professor Mcgonagall said in what would have seemed like a stern voice were it not for the hint of a smile on her face. Her eyes slid over to the still blushing Hermione and took her in, the smile finally blooming fully across her features. "And how can I blame you for not noticing us two old codgers when you have something infinitely more appealing to steal your interest?"
"I resent being referred to as a codger." The gentleman butted in, throwing a conspiratorial wink towards the two younger witches.
"Oh hush you." Professor Mcgonagall clucked as she good naturedly swatted the man on the chest. Her attention flicked back to Hermione and she gently placed her hand on the girl's shoulder smiling warmly at her. "Hermione you look absolutely beautiful my dear."
"Thank you Professor." Hermione replied shyly as she brushed a non-existent hair behind her ear self-consciously.
"Oh so you are the infamous Hermione I have heard so much about are you?" The gentleman asked, he had a gentle and kind demeanour that instantly put Hermione at ease. He had warm hazel eyes with deep lines around them that hinted at how freely laughter came to him.
"Yes sir" Hermione smiled as the man shook her hand gently, leaning forward to kiss both of her cheeks politely.
"None of that sir business." The man said dismissively as he stepped back to Minerva's side, grinning at her and earning himself an eye roll for his troubles. "I'm Elphinstone, Minerva's…"
"Friend…" Minerva cut in quickly, she seemed a little flustered but recovered quickly as she began to explain the man's connection to her. "Elphinstone was my boss when I worked for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
"Elphinstone Urqhart?" Bellatrix asked with a hint of wonder in her voice as she reached her hand out to shake the man's enthusiastically. "You fought for goblin representation within the Wizengamot."
"That I did, unfortunately with very little success." Elphinstone chuckled as he ran his hand through his neat hair a little self-consciously. "I was almost laughed out of the ministry."
"At least you had the bravery to try, I wish there were more people in the ministry like you." Bellatrix defended with the usual fervour that she did when discussing anything even remotely to do with goblins. "I followed your progress in The Daily Prophet, I was disappointed when I read that your campaign had failed."
"Oh you marvellous girl, you truly flatter an old man." Elphinstone beamed as he clapped Bellatrix on the shoulder with a little too much fervour. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Bellatrix Black" The Slytherin answered proudly, her breeding causing her to stand a little taller and lift her chin a little higher as she spoke her last name.
"One of Cygnus' daughters?" Elphinstone asked with a raised eyebrow, when Bellatrix nodded a little reluctantly he laughed. "Yes, I have come across your father a few times.
Knowing exactly what that statement really meant Bellatrix cringed a little. "Yeah… sorry about that."
"Well Elphinstone, who would have thought you would find someone who was as interested in Goblin history as you." Mcgonagall mocked as she looked between the eager pair with a smile.
"That's a sign she's bored of the conversation." Elphinstone stage whispered to Bellatrix. "Should we go and see if we can source some drinks? That way we can carry on our discussion without the inevitable eye rolling from our companions."
"Yes, lets." Bellatrix agreed, letting go of Hermione's hand and pressing a kiss to her cheek as she passed.
Minerva laughed lightly and gestured with her head towards a bench on the other side of the patio. She and Hermione made their way over and sat down in silence for a few moments before the Transfiguration professor cleared her throat pointedly. "So it seems your relationship with Miss Black is certainly flourishing."
"Yes… we're…" Hermione hesitated, unsure of how to categorise exactly what she and Bellatrix were. They hadn't really had that conversation; the label didn't matter to her because she was simply enjoying being courted by Bellatrix Black. "I like her very much."
"It is clear that she likes you very much too." Minerva replied as she bumped her shoulder gently with Hermione's. "She lights up whenever you are around."
Hermione smiled despite herself, thinking about Bella always made her feel a little bit giddy. She looked over to the drinks table where Bellatrix and Elphinstone were talking animatedly, the dark haired girl had that excited look in her eye that always made Hermione go a little bit weak in the knees. She looked back at Minerva who was watching the pair with the same smile Hermione was sure was gracing her face. "Mr Urqhart seems nice."
Minerva was quiet for a moment as she watched Elphinstone and Bellatrix laugh together. "He wishes to marry me."
"Oh" Hermione responded dumbly to Minerva's quiet confession, she was struggling to get used to this more open version of her mentor. "You don't want to marry him?"
"I'm not sure I know how to be somebodies wife." Minerva said carefully, she sat back against the bench and looked up at the stars above her, addressing them rather than the girl sat next to her. "I am devoted to the school and my students, I don't know where I would fit in being a doting wife. I enjoy my freedom and have never had to consider anyone else's wants or desires. And as silly as it sounds I want…I want to keep my name."
"I can understand all of that." Hermione said sympathetically, she noticed Minerva's was wringing her hands together anxiously. She decided to open up to the older woman a little, taking the rare opportunity to talk about her life in the future. "Before I came here, I was in a pretty intense relationship. We had been best friends for years before we got together and I felt like that put a lot of pressure on me to stay with him even when I knew it wasn't right. I had…no…my parents were gone and the closest thing I had to a family was his and so I was very aware that I lost everything if I didn't make it work. Ron knew we weren't a good fit but pushed and pushed, forcing things because he was aware deep down I was trapped. He wasn't a bad guy, he was good person, too good for me probably. But he had planned out our future in his mind and even though I didn't fit the narrative, he wanted to force me into that box. He wanted what his parents had; a traditional family, but that isn't necessarily what I want… I want more than that. So I appreciate your concern, I felt like I was losing myself to our relationship. But Mr Urqhart seems to understand you much better than Ronald ever understood me."
"He is so patient with me." Minerva replied quietly as her eyes flitted back over to Elphinstone. "Five times I have refused his proposal and he just smiles and says 'well maybe next time'. He is such a good man with the kindest soul. He could have anybody that he wanted. He could have a woman who would have the time to love him the way that he deserves."
Hermione smiled a little as she thought back to something Minerva had said to her a few weeks earlier when she had been conflicted about her feelings for Bellatrix. "Perhaps he could, but keep in mind that Mr Urqhart does already seem to have chosen you."
After the conversation with Minerva and Elphinstone the music had begun to slow down again so Bellatrix and Hermione had re-joined the dancefloor. Andromeda flitted back over to them as Professor Dumbledore announced the countdown to the New Year was about to start. With a flourish of his wand a ten second timer appeared in the air above the crowd. Most of the people in attendance at the party began to make their way onto the dancefloor and Bellatrix slipped an arm around Hermione's waist, pulling her securely against her body. The darker haired girl leant in and whispered softly in her ear "Don't focus on anything but me ok?"
Hermione nodded and swallowed thickly as she pulled back and looked into Bellatrix's eyes, she tried to focus on the colours she could see in their depths rather than the anxiety she felt at being so hemmed in. For what felt like the hundredth time she marvelled at the thick, black lashes that framed the paler girl's eyes. Distantly she heard the people around her start to call out the countdown in unison…5…4…3…2…1. Before she could really register what was going on she heard the bang and crackle of fireworks overhead and the oohs and aahs of the surrounding crowd. She was about to look up at what she was sure was a magnificent spectacle above her but before she could a pair of soft lips were against her own. Hermione's hands instantly gripped Bellatrix's corset covered waist and marvelled at how it flattered her slight figure. The Slytherin's lips pressed against hers more firmly as the mass of people around them pushed them even closer together, she let out a small breathy moan as their bodies collided.
Bellatrix felt something clench low in her stomach at the sound Hermione made, she drew back reluctantly and pressed their forehead together. "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." Hermione whispered back, sighing contented as Auld Lang Syne began to play and the crowd erupted into wild dancing again.
Bellatrix steadied Hermione as Andromeda crashed into them, being spun around by a Slytherin girl from her year and laughing her head off. She leant in to the bushy haired witch's ear, taking it between her teeth playfully before whispering. "Should we get out of here?"
Hermione bit her lip attempting to hide the smile that tugged at her lips as she took in the barely veiled eagerness on Bellatrix's face. Her promise from earlier in the night coming to the front of her mind, Bella had asked a simple question but she knew it had much wider repercussions. If she said no she was telling the girl that she wasn't ready to take that next step with her. But if she said yes she was abandoning everything that she had believed before she arrived here in the past. She paused for just a second longer… "Yeah, let's go."
Bellatrix grabbed Hermione's hand and shamelessly began dragging her from the dancefloor, they picked their way quickly between the tables and snuck out into the entrance hall. The girl's looked at each other for a few moments before erupting into a fit of giggles, the Slytherin leant in and kissed Hermione chastely. When they pulled apart she gestured with her head towards the door that concealed the stairs down to the Slytherin common room. Without hesitation the other girl nodded and they took off at a sprint down the steps. After muttering the password to the blank stretch of wall and rushing through the deserted common room, they burst into Bellatrix's dorm room. Before the door was even closed they met in a flurry of lips, teeth and groping hands. Their kisses quickly became frantic and their breathing ragged, Bellatrix began walking Hermione backwards towards her bed.
Hermione gasped as she felt herself being shoved backwards harshly but before she could panic too much her back hit the soft mattress of Bellatrix's bed. She sat up quickly and grabbed the darker haired girl around the waist and pulled her unceremoniously onto her lap. She looked up at the raven haired beauty that was currently straddling her thighs; she had never seen anything as magnificent in all of her life. Her previously immaculate curls were starting to take on their usual wildness, her lipstick was smudged despite Andie's best efforts and her cheeks were flushed a pretty shade of pink. Hermione reached up and tucked a stray curl behind Bellatrix's ear gently. "You are so beautiful"
Bellatrix shook her head, an uncharacteristic self-consciousness creeping up on her as she was being observed so intently by Hermione. It made her feel vulnerable in a way she wasn't used to, she was used to being looked at but she wasn't used to being seen. She leant forward and kissed Hermione again just to distract the girl, their mouths began moving in a practiced rhythm. She traced her tongue along the girl's full bottom lip, drowning in her mouth once she was granted access. She rolled her tongue against Hermione's and groaned deep in her throat as the girl's fingers dug into the flesh of her hips in response.
Hermione felt Bellatrix's hips roll subtly against her own, a heady sensation overtaking her as the girls fingers slipped into her hair, destroying Andromeda's hard work. She could feel her body heating up and a frustration growing deep inside her over the amount of fabric between Bellatrix's skin and her own. She trailed one of her hands up the raven haired girl's back as they continued kissing, she found the laces of her corset and began clumsily untying them.
A thrill ran through Bellatrix's body as she felt the bodice of her dress loosen and she registered Hermione's nimble fingers working on the fastenings. She pressed a kiss to the corner of the other girl's mouth before letting her lips trace across her cheek and her jawline, she pressed a lingering kiss to the tender flesh behind Hermione's ear. She felt the girl's breathe shudder a little at the action causing her to smirk against her skin before continuing to leave a trail of open mouthed kisses down the column of her neck. Hermione's chest was heaving and pride fluttered up inside her at the reaction she was eliciting in this incredible person. She lowered her mouth to the girl's collar bone, gently letting her lips map them. She growled when she encountered the fabric of Hermione's dress, she reached up and slowly pulled the shoulder of her dress down, her mouth following in its wake, touching as much skin as physically possible. Bellatrix felt the swell of the other girl's breast under her lips as well as a change in texture of her skin, it felt shining and tight rather than supple and soft like the rest.
"Bella" Hermione almost shrieked as she placed her hand on the darker girl's chest and pushed her away a little roughly, her heart contracted at the worried look that flittered through the girl's almost black eyes. She pulled the shoulder of her dress back into place before Bellatrix had the chance to see her scar, the cursed mark from the battle at the department of mysteries. She had been so caught up in thoughts of finally touching the girl that the fact she would have to be naked had somehow slipped her mind, she spoke again but more softly this time. "I just need a minute."
Bellatrix climbed off Hermione's lap carefully and crouched down in front of her; she took the girl's hands in hers and gave them a reassuring squeeze. Her eyes danced across the brunette's face and her heart broke just a little when she saw the beginnings of tears shining in her amber eyes. "Hermione we don't have to do anything you're not ready to do."
"No Bella, it's not that." Hermione whispered as she looked down at the girl she had spent almost every waking moment, for the last few weeks, thinking about. She wanted this to go so differently, she wanted to be everything Bellatrix hoped she would be, she wanted to satisfy her. They should be kissing and touching and moving together but instead she was sat here on the verge of tears thoroughly destroying the moment. Hermione almost broke down entirely when Bellatrix caught her eye and smiled at her earnestly, telling her that whatever decision she made right now she would be ok with.
Bellatrix brought Hermione's left hand up to her lips and carefully kisses across her knuckles, she didn't understand why the sudden change in mood had occurred. But she knew that she wanted this moment to be right for both of them, she didn't want Hermione to feel under any pressure or feel rushed. She knew she was more than ready to take this step, that didn't matter though if they weren't both in that place together. "It's ok if you haven't done this before, we can go slowly or we can wait."
"I've had sex before Bella, well not with a girl but I have done this before." Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and breathed out a shaky breath, she could feel a panic attack looming and she was trying her best to fight it back down. She was so angry at herself, she was so desperate to take the next step with Bellatrix but her insecurities were getting the better of her. This wasn't something she'd had to worry about with Ron, he knew about her scars, he knew where they came from and she didn't have to explain anything.
"Oh…I didn't…" Bellatrix began but stopped herself, this wasn't the time to question the girl on her past. A wave of jealousy washed over her, she had never imagined Hermione being with someone else but then they had never had this conversation before. She felt stupid because of course Hermione would have had sex before, she was beautiful, other people were bound to have noticed and wanted her. She knew she was being a hypocrite because she'd had sex before but the thought of someone else kissing and touching Hermione drove her crazy. The overwhelming urge to rush forward and claim the girl, to wipe any memory of anybody else from her mind took hold but she managed to just about keep it at bay.
Hermione saw Bellatrix's eyes flash and she knew her mention of having slept with someone before had affected the girl. She could tell with how tense the other girl's body had become that she was battling with something within herself but rather than act on it she was prioritising comforting her. She cupped the Slytherin's cheek and ran the pad of her thumb across the soft skin before leaning forward to kiss her lips delicately. "Can I just have a moment alone?"
"Of course you can, I'll just wait outside." Bellatrix nodded as she stood up from her crouched position, she stooped down to kiss Hermione's head softly before she walked towards the door. She threw one last reassuring smile at the other girl over her shoulder before she slipped out of the room and closed the door firmly behind her.
Hermione let out a sigh as she stood up from the bed and paced around the room a few times wringing her hands together nervously. As far as she could see she had two options. Call Bella back in, tell her she couldn't do this anymore and disappoint the girl possibly ruining their relationship. Or call Bella back in and pick up where they had just left off but be faced with questions that she wasn't capable of answering. Neither option was really a win, she ran her hands over her face and wracked her brain. She could possibly explain away some of the smaller scars but how could she come up with an excuse for the word 'mudblood' carved into her arm, according to her cover story she wasn't even a mudblood at all. She stopped her pacing in front of Bellatrix's full length mirror and looked at herself for a second; she took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. Slowly she began pushing her dress off her shoulders and shrugged her arms out of the material, she paused for a moment before shimming the dress over her hips and letting it pool at the floor around her feet. She allowed her eyes to travel across her marred skin and she felt that odd mix of pride and disgust invade her mind. After the war she had refused to allow the healers at St Mungo's to clear the smaller scars from her body, she felt like it would be doing all of those who died a disservice. As if she was literally wiping the memory of the war and their sacrifice from her mind, the families who had lost loved ones couldn't erase their scars so easily. Hermione wasn't ashamed of the marks on her body but she was self-conscious of them and she didn't want to have to lie to Bellatrix any more than she already did. She was about to reluctantly pull her dress back on and make her excuses to the Slytherin when she realised another thing that had completely slipped her mind. She was a witch! She bent down and hastily riffled through the material of her dress until her fingers closed around the wood of her wand, with the ghost of a smile she waved it over her body and cast a wordless glamour charm. She watched as the little marks and imperfections on her skin disappeared until she looked the way she had years ago. She twirled around in front of mirror to make sure that nothing had been missed, she was about to pull her dress back on but again she had a better idea. "Bella, you can come back in."
"Hermione I've been…" Bellatrix began as she walked into the room but stopped abruptly when she saw Hermione stood in the middle of her room in just her black lace thong and heels. She felt her mouth go dry and all of the moisture rush elsewhere at the sight of the perfect specimen in front of her. "Holy fucking Merlin."
Hermione laughed a little nervously at Bellatrix's comment, she took a few slow steps towards the other girl and blushed a little at the way those black eyes followed her every movement. "Is that a good response?"
Bellatrix kicked the door shut behind her with a resounding thud, a fire sparked in the depths of her dark eyes as she strode across her bedroom with intent. She stopped a few inches in front of Hermione and let her eyes run over the girl's body; up her shapely legs, across the curve of her hips and flat stomach, over the swell of her breasts and her defined collarbone. Finally her eyes landed on Hermione's face, the girl's cheeks were adorably flushed and her lips were slightly parted. She wanted to say something that would reassure Hermione but there was an inferno building in the pit of her stomach that was threatening to consume her. Bellatrix took a step forward and grabbed the brunette by the back of the neck crashing their lips together.
Hermione was surprised for a second by the ferocity of Bellatrix's kiss, the girl was usually careful and measured but not now. Her heart pounded almost painfully in her chest but she forced herself to ignore it and instead focused on the feeling of the other girl's lips moving against her own. After a moment she finally began responding to the kiss with equal intensity, her hand slipping into the inky locks she had been so careful not to interrupt all evening.
Bellatrix ran her tongue along Hermione's bottom lip and almost growled in pleasure when she was granted access immediately, their tongues met languidly and moved together. There was no room for playing for dominance tonight, no time for games, they both had one goal in mind and they were going to work together to get there. She slipped her hand onto Hermione's hip and moaned quietly at the feeling of her soft, bare skin under her fingertips, she squeezed the supple flesh gently and revelled in the way it made the girl squirm.
Hermione bit down on Bellatrix's bottom lip causing a quite moan to slip from her throat, she circled her arm around the other girl's waist pulling their bodies together. A disappointment invaded her as she felt the material of the Slytherin's ball gown press against her skin, she slipped her hand from Raven curls to her chest and pushed her away gently. Hermione stepped away from the girl, her body screaming in protest and Bellatrix's eyes flashing in confusion. She smirked and bent down to retrieve her wand again before turning her full attention back to the paler skinned girl. "You're wearing too many clothes."
Bellatrix saw Hermione flick her wand in her direction and felt the breeze hit her skin as the corset strings of her dress loosened completely and the material slipped from her body, falling in a heap at her feet. She smiled at the girl's boldness and reached out a hand so that Hermione could help her step out of her dress, once she had both feet back on the ground she dragged the brunette against her roughly. Both girls moaned as their lips collided and their bare skin came into contact for the first time, she felt like every nerve ending in her body had come alive.
Hermione shivered as she felt Bellatrix's fingertips ghost down her spine before cupping her ass and pulling her closer, her knees almost buckled as the paler girl's bare breasts pressed against her own. She started to push Bellatrix backwards towards the bed making sure not to break contact with the girl's skin or her lips. Now that she'd had a taste of her she wasn't sure that she would be able to survive without this anymore.
Bellatrix felt herself pushed backwards on to the bed, she almost yelped in surprise as she had not even noticed Hermione leading her there. Her mind had been totally focused on the brunette's lips and her body and all of the things she wanted to do with it. She was about to protest the lack of contact but before she had chance Hermione was back on her again. The girl straddled her hips and her lips began kissing a trail down the side of her neck. Bellatrix bit her lip to stop a whimper from escaping as the other girl paused for a moment to delicately suck on her pulse point before continuing on her original course. She squeezed her eyes shut as the girl ran her tongue along her collarbone and down between the valley between her breasts.
Hermione hummed at the taste of Bellatrix's skin, she didn't know what had come over her because she was never this daring during sex. She wasn't usually the one who took charge and initiated things but then again she had never wanted anyone this badly. She pressed a kiss underneath Bellatrix's breast and allowed her fingertips to trace over the girl's ribcage and down her stomach before dipping them just a little under the waistband of her satin underwear.
Bellatrix gasped when she felt Hermione's fingers inch dangerously close to where she needed them the most, she unexpectedly twisted her body unseating the girl on top of her and flipping their position. She was trying so hard to take this at the brunettes pace but as she felt their hips pressed together and watched as she panted through parted lips she could feel her self-control shattering. "You really have no idea the effect you have on me Hermione Ross."
Hermione laughed softly as she looked up at Bella with her lips swollen from kissing her, she really never had seen anything as magnificent in her life. "It's probably the same effect that you have on me Bellatrix Black."
"Impossible." Bellatrix whispered as she kissed down Hermione's neck and across her chest. She looked at Hermione's pert breast for a second before lowering her head and taking a nipple into her mouth. She smiled when she heard the girl moan and felt her hips grind against her thigh. She released the girl's nipple with a pop and kissed down her body, dipping her tongue into her belly button for a second, she stopped when she reached another barrier. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the girl's thong and slid it slowly down her legs, marvelling at the expanse of bare skin as she discarded the piece of material.
Hermione sat up a little to grip the back of Bellatrix's head and brought their lips back together in a smouldering kiss. They fell back against the mattress in a mess of limbs and tongues, she had meant to be slow, to take her time and enjoy Bellatrix's body. But before her mind could catch up with her actions her hand was back in the girl's underwear and she felt the wetness on the tips of her fingers and a moan vibrate against her lips. Slowly she ran her fingertips through Bellatrix's folds marvelling at their silken feel and searching for her clit. The black haired girl bucked her hips into Hermione's hand when she deliberately too delicately circled her bundle of nerves.
Bellatrix moaned loud and unrestrained as Hermione touched her for the first time, she ran her fingers into the still partially tamed locks and tugged to part their lips. Dark eyes locked with caramel and she wondered at the trust and longing that she found there, she'd never felt this way when she was intimate with anyone, her whole body was aching and tingling like the onset of fever. She let the fingertips of her other hand ghost across the smooth skin of Hermione's thigh before gripping the flesh and lifting her leg up and around her waist. The heels the girl was still wearing cut into her flesh and it was the most delicious feeling she had ever experienced.
Hermione adjusted quickly to the slight change in position, continuing to explore the things that made Bellatrix bite her lip or roll her hips. She felt something brush the inside of her thigh seconds before sure fingers brushed against her clit causing her back to arch off the mattress like a bow. A sound she barely recognised as coming from her escaped her throat at the intoxicating feeling of touching and being touched by Bellatrix Black. She began to move her fingers with more purpose against the other girl, her actions becoming smoother as her body responded to her touch. Hermione let her other hand travel up the pale skin of the Slytherin's ribcage before cupping her full breast. She rolled her nipple between her fingers as she dipped her others gently, almost teasingly into Bellatrix's centre.
"Shit Hermione." Bellatrix rasped as she felt just the tips of Hermione's fingers enter her, the sensation was barely there before the girl was back to circling her clit in that infuriatingly incredible way. She used the grip she still had on her hair to crash their lips together again in a sloppy kiss, she was determined to take control of this situation. She could feel Hermione's hips rolling, matching the pace of her fingers as they ran through her fold. The sensual movements were almost enough to send her over the edge, but if she was going over she was taking her with her. She tugged at Hermione's hair harshly causing her to gasp, she slipped her tongue into the girl's mouth at the same time as she entered her with two fingers.
"Fuck Bella." Hermione cried out as she felt Bellatrix fill her, her movements stilled as she got used to the intrusion. She felt the Slytherin break to kiss and watched as she looked upon her with worried eyes, she began to withdraw her fingers slowly. She realised quickly what was about to happen. "Oh Merlin don't stop."
Bellatrix didn't need to be told twice, she thrust her fingers back into Hermione and allowed her thumb to brush against her clit. The sound that was ripped from the girl's throat was one of the most magical she had ever heard in her life. She subconsciously rolled her hips in time with Hermione's, the act seemed to spur the other girl back into action as she gently slipped her, previously still, fingers into Bellatrix's centre. She had never imagined that touching someone could feel so visceral; it felt like all of her senses were on fire. She could see all of the freckles standing out on the Hermione's cheeks, highlighted by the flush of her skin. She could hear Hermione's ragged breathing as she pounded in to her. She could smell their arousal and perspiration mingling together in the air as they moved against each other. She could taste Hermione on her tongue from where she had explored her skin earlier. She could feel Hermione's warm, wet centre enveloping her fingers in the most blissful way.
Hermione felt how Bellatrix's hips had begun moving more erratically, she opened her eyes and saw the girl's own eyes were screwed shut and her dark brow was furrowed as though she was concentrating on an Arithmancy problem. Hermione looked down their bodies and groaned at the sight of Bellatrix's pale fingers buried deep inside her. Her heart ached because she knew that no one else would ever be able to compare to Bella. No one would ever be able to make her feel this way, this alive and this free. She knew she would never be able to put voice to how she felt in this moment but she could try to show her. She redoubled her efforts to bring the girl over the edge, pushing a little deeper and curling her finger causing her to cry out.
"Yes, yes, yes" Bellatrix chanted like a wiccan prayer as her thighs began to shake, she knew she was close. She pressed her thumb more firmly against Hermione's clit and was rewarded with a deep moan and a fluttering of the girl's inner walls. Hermione's body undulated and their hips crashed together harshly and both girls groaned together. Their movements became quicker, Bellatrix felt teeth cut into the skin of her shoulder and Hermione's high heel cut into her lower back as she sought leverage. The mixture of pleasure and pain caused her building orgasm to crest and begin to wash over her.
Hermione's felt her walls clench around Bellatrix's fingers as the girl hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her. She raked her teeth across her pale skin and felt a thrill at the growl of approval the action received. She felt Bellatrix's body stiffen and heard how her breathing had begun coming out in short pants. The thought that she was the cause of the Slytherin's pleasure and that she was the one eliciting these moans and whimpers was all it took to finally push Hermione over the edge too. Her back arched off the mattress and her body crashed into Bellatrix's, the darker girl wrapped her free arm around her and kept them pinned together as they shuddered and came together calling each other's name.
"Merlin Hermione." Bellatrix panted as they collapsed back onto the bed together in a tangle of limbs. She rolled off the girl and reached up to tuck a lock of bushy hair back behind Hermione's ear, a soft contented smile on her face. "That was fucking incredible."
Hermione laughed breathlessly, pressing a small exhausted kiss to the side of Bellatrix's mouth. "Very eloquent darling."
"Shut up." Bellatrix laughed good-naturedly as she pushed Hermione's shoulder playfully.
"Make me." Hermione challenged, waggling her eyebrows suggestively and biting her lip.
"Oh I have a few very inventive ways to occupy that mouth." Bellatrix crooned as she pushed Hermione on to her back again and straddled her hips in one smooth movement.
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