I Dream of Sin
Chapter Seven: Celebrate the Hate
Got me, now I can't resist
And all I want is to taste your lips
But when I kiss you, baby
It's poisonous, poisonous
-Night Club, Poisonous-
"Given all your hard work, I thought we could enjoy some celebrations. You're nearly at the four month mark of your training," Bellatrix announced grandly as she skipped over some rocks on a icy stream. She held her skirts up, revealing heeled boots that went up to her knees, baring Hermione from seeing any of her mentor's sinfully smooth skin.
Hermione followed more carefully in an outfit of dark gray complete with red accents to make it more merry. She never got to choose her clothes. They always were on her when she came to the dream world.
The snow crackled blithely under foot as their breaths billowed. They'd cast a warming charm to keep them warm from the cold around them, which let them wear no jackets. "Witches are close to nature. They do not fear it, only understand it. We have no need to worry the cold or heat will kill us. Our magic allows us to triumph over such factors," Bellatrix had responded with when Hermione had asked.
"Does nature really love us?" Hermione pondered, as a bare twig almost took her eye out if she had not moved her head fast enough.
"Of course. Because we love it back. We cherish it. And that is what today's ceremony will be about. About the earth and recognizing the winter coming upon us."
"Will blood be shed?"
"Not yours," she answered in an easy hum, an insouciance air about her.
This made Hermione curious. Were they going to sacrifice animals to mother Gaia?
She followed in her mentor's footsteps until they reached where they were meant to be, a snowy clearing where the mouth of a cave jutted out. It was a small cave entrance and had icicles hanging down made of the purest looking blue. Bellatrix lead the way, ducking down and lighting up her wand so it shone in the dark. But it wasn't much needed. There was a light inside the cave, a faint soft glow that beckoned them forwards to where the chatter of echoing voices bounced off the walls.
The cave slopped downwards, momentarily becoming claustrophobic. And then they were inside a huge cavern where it was surprisingly warm given how deep they had gone. Water covered part of the cavern floor, the floating orbs which gave light to this, reflecting in the deep dark water that rippled with unseen animals moving under it's surface.
On the dry rocky out crag, there were several witches there, all standing under where there was a hole in the ceiling, a sliver of a moon visible.
The thick scent of incense curled around Hermione's hair and washed over her skin, like an old friend.
"Greetings, fellow witches," her mentor said to them, low voice murmuring pleasantly.
There was a smattering of greetings, some directed towards Hermione who meekly waved back. She still had no idea what this ceremony would be about, but she was eager to learn if only to please her mentor.
"Come, both of you," beckoned a woman Hermione recognized. It was Luna, wearing yet another odd garb. This one with flower heads and bones plaited into the very fabric of a sweater that hung down over her knees, a black robe under it that swept the floor with each step. On her head rested a crown of thorns, which had pierced her skin and was making blood pool down her face, some dried and some fresh.
She still had those same glasses on as before, blocking out her vision and obscuring her face.
She dipped her fingers into the blood trickling down her face and smeared it across Bellatrix's left cheek with two fingers before she did the same to Hermione.
Hermione tried not to cringe at the warm feel of it. But now the two of them matched everyone else who had the same blood marks. "Next, you must drink from the chalices to cleanse yourself," Luna instructed.
They were given two chalices, filled with a grayish murky liquid that had clumps floating around. "What is this?" Hermione asked, reluctant to consume this.
"Ash and charcoal. It is thought to have cleansing and purifying properties. It will cleanse us of the past season and prepare us for the next one. As the blood doth mark us as ready to partake in the ceremony." And then Bellatrix tipped her head back and consumed the drink without wincing and in one big swallow.
Hermione held her breath and did the same. It felt like sludge going down her throat and despite holding her breath she could still taste it. She nearly gagged but swallowed it down, making a face. She knew better than to hope that she wouldn't taste this just because it was a dream.
Done with that, they joined the other witches who were consuming a different beverage. Alcohol, Hermione soon found out as she was handed a cup and took a sip from it to cleanse the gritty feel of ash from her mouth.
"Now what do we do?" Hermione asked her mentor who was glancing around the gaggle of witches with an assessing eye. Hermione didn't feel comfortable enough to go mingle with the others so she really hoped Bellatrix wouldn't leave her alone.
"Now, we wait until the moon aligns and then we can start the sacrifice on the altar," was the response and Hermione looked over at the spit that was made of bleached animal bone and the small flame underneath it.
She was ever so curious to learn more about her culture and she turned to Bellatrix with questions on her tongue about the history of such rituals, the meaning of them, and how many there were. Bellatrix answered them readily until a hush fell over the crowd as the light inside the cave got brighter. This was because the moon had finally aligned.
"At last the solstice has arrived," Luna announced grandly as the crowd made way for her to part and stand in front of the altar right under the moonlight. "Nature is getting ready for the upcoming season and so must we. In order to thank nature for being kind to us, in empowering us and giving us protection, we offer our sacrifices to it, in hopes that it will replenish the earth and keep our connections strong so that we may serve the nature and it us."
A cow was brought out to the altar by rope by one of the other witch's. It was kept there as Luna pulled out a sharp blade from thin air. "Let the blood be splattered and offered to the fire." She jerked the cow's head up, the creature mooing frightfully before she sliced through it's jugular quickly, the blood gushing out like a waterfall. The witch who had brought the cow out, held a bowl under the cut, collecting the blood that fell there. When it had filled up enough, she tossed it into the fire which roared and turned a green color.
Hermione watched with wide eyes. Whereas she might have once turned away from such gruesome behavior, she only watched, wanting, curious to see to what else would happen. Her hands itched to do something.
Suddenly the witches around Hermione had materialized knives into their hands. Things of wicked steel, curved and sharp and of different lengths. Bellatrix pressed one into Hermione's hand. It was small and silver. Her's was all black, even the blade.
Hermione suddenly felt a tinge nervous. What was going to go on?
"Now, we must carve the flesh ourselves and offer it to the fires of mother nature." With that statement, all the witches threw themselves at the cow who had slowly been bleeding out and collapsed to it's knees.
It stood no chance against the horde of blood thirsty witches who stabbed at it, blood splashing on them, as chunks of meat and gristle went flying everywhere.
"Join in," Bellatrix enticed, standing by Hermione who had not moved, even when she'd been bumped into by the hungry witches. Together Hermione and Bellatrix slowly went in, the cow nearly invisible under the mass of witches there. But once they had carved what they needed, the witches took their offerings and went to the fire. The moon beams were right there, over the green fire and as Hermione watched, she could see that the meat that had been tossed in, slowly ascended up the beams and towards the moon. It was marvelous.
When some space cleared for them, Hermione clenched the knife in her fist and let it land down onto the back part of the cow. She was treated to a big gush of blood that splattered across her lips. It was salty and still warm and she wiped it away with the back of her hand, before trying to jerk out a chunk of whatever flesh remained. Next to her, Bellatrix also utilized her knife, and their thrusts synchronized as blood and gristle went flying onto them. Hermione had never felt more connected to her mentor than now when they were doing this together. Her lips turned into a smile that she couldn't control. Something in her chest bubbled and she also laughed but held back because a small part of her told her it wasn't right to laugh at this. But that part was too small to make her stop from this. When she had a piece, the slippery material cupped in her gristle covered hand, she turned to Bellatrix who had her own piece, the two of them heading towards the fire.
Hermione felt a sort of adrenaline coursing through her veins. An infectious thing that was wrought by this whole ceremony. All the witches that had contributed to the fires were swaying and humming a lullaby, one that felt ancient and made by the earth itself. Low, guttural and without actual words being used.
Hermione dropped the meat into the fire and watched it ascend, a sense of wonder in her eyes. She could feel it. Feel her offering being accepted. Feel herself being accepted by mother nature. She was doing it. Becoming more wiccan each day. But this, this had been a step that meant the process could no longer be reversed. She could never go back to just being a muggle. To just being Hermione Granger, victim of bullying.
She was going to take charge of her own fate.
And then, she joined the circle of witches and allowed the song to thrum through her bones, and though she had never sang it before, she could do so now. Closing her eyes, she felt herself drifting along with the magic underlying this all.
After this, training went on as normal. Though school would soon be over for the break, she had a lot of work she needed to focus on instead of her wiccan studies. Still, she barely cared about school anymore. She did her work however she fancied or not at all. Being a witch was more important to her. Because it was her culture. And it was something not everyone had. What would muggle studies help her anymore when she was on such a fantastical journey?
She knew her family would not be happy when they found out about her grades. But she didn't care. She wasn't scared of their reprimand. What could they do to her that her bullies already hadn't?
Her outings with Gibbsy also continued and she found to her joy, she was getting better at pranking others several times in a row without them noticing it was her doing it. It was very amusing to do and it was but a shame her bullies were in school when she did this, otherwise she would try it on them. But no, she would have something else planned for them.
She wouldn't let it stand, all the horrors they did to her.
She rolled up her sleeve and stared down at the ugly scar they had carved into her skin. She knew ways of how to get rid of this. She could easily do it. But she wouldn't. No. This would be a reminder of how she had suffered at their hands and how she would prevail over them.
There was still some time before Hermione had to do the huge event that would qualify her to finalize her training. She knew she would dedicate something special to the three of them. All she had to do was be a bit more patient.
But she would take Bellatrix suggestion of trying to contort the school to her own bidding. It would be a gargantuan task, and it would make others hate her, but she had no intentions of staying here. With her magic unlocked, she was leaving this shit hole town. Her parents could come with her, or not, depending on what kind of a fuss they would make.
As for Ginny...well, Hermione wouldn't do anything against her. She'd make sure Ginny would be okay during the whole process. Hermione didn't want to lose her. She was her only friend. So, she hesitated on cementing her plan of school wide domination on account of Ginny's reaction. She didn't want her to hate her.
Maybe she could erase Ginny's memory?
Considerations.
A dark haired witch sat in a room with a small table. On it were two cups of tea. Both as black as ink. In front of her sat a man with no hair and skin scaly like that of a snake. His two nose holes flared as he took in the scent of the hot tea, the kind he loved.
"How is she coming along?" he asked, in a voice like a dry whisper.
"She is learning, my lord. She is a perfect potions crafter and she has immense power. Most importantly, she has a will and the sharp mind needed to learn."
"So she is the one from the prophecy," he asked before reciting it from memory. "One born to the plain, shall rise up from the mud into a flame. Unimaginable power is theirs, should they be trained in those affairs. They can determine the fate of the world depending on if they are the shield or the sword. All will bow before them and as they take the world's hem."
"I am certain of it. I did my research and I waited years to be able to do this. Waited for her to mature," the witch said. "She will help us defeat that old coot and his child savior."
The bald man nodded his head. "But I need her dark. She won't help us if her morals remain."
"You need not worry. I know what I am doing. She'll be dark and joining us in the battle soon. Maybe even leading the army of witches we have amassed."
"Good," he took a sip of his tea. It stained his teeth black, giving him a creepy look as he smiled, excited at the prospect of having the dark witch on his side much the same way a child was exited about the newest toy on the market. "Bring in Zabini, Parkinson, and Greengrass. They need to push harder so the next stage of our plan can begin."
Three blank faced teens stumbled into the room, compliant to whatever would happen next because of the Imperius placed on them.
"Where are we off to tonight?" Hermione asked as she found herself following Bellatrix from the front of the house they usually spent their lessons in, to the expanse of woods on her property.
"It's a surprise," Bellatrix said with a secretive smile, though she was carrying a picnic basket. Hermione could smell the scent of food coming from it.
"A picnic? During the night?" Hermione questioned, inexorably pleased her mentor was putting all this effort out for her, for whatever cause.
Bellatrix frowned. "Did you really have to ruin it?"
"Sorry," Hermione ducked her head. "I just wanted to know."
"It's going to be more than just a picnic, I have so much more in mind for you," Bellatrix added which had Hermione's mind filling with dirty thoughts, which naturally, Bellatrix saw because Hermione had left her mind wide open. "Hm, not exactly what I had on mind but I appreciate the enthusiasm."
Hermione flushed beet red. She usually tried to keep her thoughts private around her mentor, and away from such territory, but she slipped up occasionally. It never became any less embarrassing the next time she slipped up. "Um, I-"
"It's alright, my star," Bellatrix soothed. "I've seen it and heard it all. You wouldn't be the first or the last."
That didn't make Hermione feel better. In fact she felt jealous now. Who else had thought this way about her mentor? Not that it was a surprise, she was a wonderful specimen of a woman and so skilled and talented. But Hermione didn't want those kinds of people around her mentor. She didn't want to know what they thought of her. She wondered if Bellatrix was as kind with their thoughts as she was with Hermione's. Did she...did she by any chance indulge those thoughts from time to time?
Hermione shook her head to dispel her thoughts. She was getting side tracked again.
They were in the woods now, being careful so that their dresses wouldn't snag on low bramble and bushes. They walked past the pond they had seen naiads in before and went further down to a spot in which there were little balls of light floating around. Like fireflies but bigger and slowly drifting up and down.
Hermione was wide eyed as she took this all in. "Wow," she breathed out. "What are they?"
"Lantern sprites. Called so for their brilliance," Bellatrix answered easily as she plopped the picnic basket in the middle of the clearing. As soon as she did, everything shot out of the basket like a waterfall, the blanket snaking out and arranging itself with the plates of food attached to it.
Hermione and Bellatrix sat down on the blanket, the dark haired witch casting a warm charm so that the two of them could sit and eat without worry of freezing.
"What is this picnic for?" Hermione asked as she picked up a tart and began to eat it, licking off the warm gooey filling that was on her fingers. "Are we celebrating something?"
Bellatrix looked a bit perplexed, tipping her head to the side and spilling her luminous obsidian curls down her shoulder. "Does there need to be a reason? I simply wanted to reward you for all the good work you've done. You've aced the tests I gave you last week and you continue to astound me with your skills and temerity."
Hermione flushed at this praise. "It's because I have such a great mentor as you. No one else can teach me the way you can."
An almost predatory gleam appeared in Bellatrix's eyes before flitting away as she turned her attentions to the sprites above them. "No, they certainly can not," was the sultry agreement. "I brought you here also to see something amazing. Normally Lantern sprites are jack shite. They don't do anything but zip around all bright and shite. But, they have mating rituals twice a year. One in the spring and one in the winter in which they choose their partners. And it is something amazing to watch," Bellatrix explained and laid back on the blankets, watching the silently floating lights. Hermione also laid down, their exhales mingling in the cold air as they waited.
They did not have to wait for long. Suddenly the lights seemed to shimmer and waver and then they went zipping all through the air, errant and every which way. A music seemed to thrum from them. As if their wings generated the sound as they zoomed on by. It was a melody that was mysterious and sprightly and yet filled the air with happy tones.
They had no sense of direction until five minutes in of this in which all of the sprites got into one giant swarm and teemed and massed across the sky, making up various shapes. Such as triangles, circles, long waves and even question marks. They sparkled like the best stars and Hermione found herself grinning like a child when in the end, the mass erupted and the sprites showered down like falling stars, this time in pairs.
The ritual had ended and the sprites had found their mates for the winter.
"Magical creatures are so fascinating, aren't they," Hermione said in wonder. Bellatrix and her sat up now, watching as a pair drifted down between them. This close, Hermione could make out the outline of their wings, and their pointy tiny legs and ears. Bellatrix held out a finger and the creatures landed on it, spinning delicately around.
"Aren't they just beautiful?" Bellatrix asked, looking younger in this moment. Like a child that had just discovered something for the first time.
"Yes," Hermione breathed out but she wasn't looking at the creatures but at Bellatrix now. For some reason, she was filled with sentiment and longing after seeing the sprites do their dance. It had been majestic and wondrous. It made her warm on the inside thinking how Bellatrix must care for her enough to take her to this. How she had been Hermione's guide into this new world. And she was beautiful too. Hermione had wanted to be close to her for so long.
Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She had to kiss Bellatrix. She just had to. Inspired by the dance of the sprites, Hermione leaned in, Bellatrix's eyes flicking up from how they had been on the sprites on her finger.
Her face was so close by and her lips were there, inviting, calling out to her. It was like magnetism, and her mouth covered Bellatrix's as she closed the distance between them. She kissed her hard and desperate, trying to savor this moment because she knew that this might be the only chance she got before she was rudely shoved off.
Like she had foreseen, Bellatrix's lips were soft. Tasting faintly of berries. And they did not move against Hermione's, as Hermione dug her hand into deep curls, that smelled richly of nutmeg. When she pulled away she was breathing heavily, heart thumping in her chest.
She expected anger or disgust on her mentor's face. What she saw was lidded eyes and a smirk curling up one side of her mouth. "You're going to have to practice your kissing, my star," she husked, in such a low growl that Hermione felt herself shake with anticipation. And then Bellatrix was prowling forwards, pushing Hermione into the picnic blanket as her hands dug into her hips, hard enough that nails drew blood, claimed and took, as her lips pressed against Hermione's.
This was a dream come true. Having Bellatrix's body pressed into hers, the hard corset biting and hard as Hermione struggled for breath. Bellatrix's lips were hunger personified, stealing the air from Hermione's lungs, biting until lips bleed, and pushing a searching tongue into Hermione's mouth and fighting for dominance with Hermione's tongue.
Hermione's first kiss felt a lot like dying and she wouldn't have it any other way.
She only wished she could have it in real life. That was the only way this could get even better.
Bellatrix was teaching, but Hermione couldn't focus. Couldn't think of anything since the kiss last night. It had been everything and she wanted more. One wouldn't be enough for her. And Bellatrix had returned it. It surely had to mean the woman felt at least something for Hermione. Otherwise she wouldn't have kissed back.
But Bellatrix gave no indications that they had even kissed last night. She had merely started the lesson, expecting Hermione to jump into it and be able to do it. But Hermione's usually sharp brain was muddled with hormones and all she could focus on was Bellatrix's mouth as she talked.
"Are you even listening?" Bellatrix snapped, irritated by Hermione's lack of attention.
"Sorry," Hermione squeaked out, ashamed to have been caught staring. She couldn't help it, however, because Bellatrix was right there, looking so tempting as always. Now that Hermione had had the chance to kiss her mentor, she wanted it again.
Bellatrix sighed out, a touch exasperated but with mild affection. "Hermione, your thoughts are so loud they've been bombarding me constantly."
Hermione sunk into her seat, mortified that Bellatrix had been able to read her mind without even trying because of nonstop and relentless way Hermione's thoughts were about the older woman.
"I know what you want," Bellatrix arched a brow knowingly, "but you need to focus on the lesson. When you complete it, you may have your reward."
Hermione's mouth gaped open at this. Did Bellatrix mean what Hermione thought she meant?
"Yes," Bellatrix answered her thoughts. "So, focus."
Hermione immediately snapped her back straight up and put her pencil to paper, devouring whatever else Bellatrix told her eagerly. Bellatrix was amused at the brunette's new found concentration and enthusiasm and when the lesson ended, she beckoned Hermione up with a pointer finger, the brunette nearly stumbling over her feet to go get her reward.
She stood timidly in front of her mentor, the woman appraising her with a curl to her upper lip. "Not going to kiss me first?" she poised playfully.
Hermione shook her curls. That had been a one time thing. She had been overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment. Now, she was nervous.
Bellatrix sensed this and raked a hand through Hermione's curls, getting a good grip there before she craned her head a bit to the side, assessing Hermione's face before leaning in and brushing her lips oh so carefully against the brunette's.
Hermione felt every nerve was on over drive and she couldn't help the whimper that came from her mouth. Bellatrix wasn't even doing much but she was already driving Hermione crazy. Bellatrix seemed to relish in this fact, letting her mouth hover a few centimeters from Hermione's, enjoying the trembling of the Hermione below her as the brunette strained to feel her touch.
And then mercifully, Bellatrix's pliant lips were fully on Hermione's thinner ones, gently teasing her. This wasn't like the first kiss they had shared. Bellatrix had been rough. Eating up Hermione's mouth like it was a feast and she starving.
This soft touch was nice too. And while it was soft for now, Hermione could feel the force behind it being built up. Bellatrix's mouth moved more hurriedly now, and Hermione tried to keep pace, her hands coming up and clinging onto the front of Bellatrix's shirt, though they were stumped by the hard corset in their way.
Hermione leaned more into it, about to open her mouth when Bellatrix pulled away. "I believe that's enough for now, my star. Or else we'll never get to the next portion of our lesson."
For the first time in a long time, Hermione didn't want to get to her wiccan lessons. She just wanted to keep kissing her mentor. She'd wanted her for so long and now that she knew Bellatrix was at least interested in kissing her, she didn't want to give that up.
"There will be plenty of time for us to be together," Bellatrix assured, swiping her tongue under Hermione's bottom lip. "But you need to focus on the work first. Because that is more important for your advancement."
Hermione nodded her head in understanding. She knew her lessons were vital and so she'd content herself with the one kiss for now. As Bellatrix turned on her heel to lead the way to another section of the house, Hermione couldn't help but think about her and Bellatrix's evolving relationship.
Was it too early to ask what they were? Hermione mussed. She knew their positions were precarious and that they were only meeting during the night in Hermione's dreams but, was it so wrong to wish for more?
Either way, Hermione wouldn't push for anything unless her mentor wanted to. Bellatrix was older and she would know if this okay. If it wasn't, then Hermione would have to deal with the end result. For now, she'd steal kisses from the older witch whenever she could.
"Give her these earrings," the bald man spoke, the two golden objects glimmering on his gloved hand. To touch them to skin would be to infect himself. Not that he could get much worse but he needed the full magic to be on someone else.
"What are these?" the bored looking aristocratic witch said over her crumpet. Today had been a quiet day and she itched with the need for chaos.
"These will help. They will whisper seeds of evil into her mind."
"But she's already turned dark."
"Yes, but we need her to not balk. She still has reserves of morals. If she ever wavers, these earrings will push her through with the vile actions."
She hummed in thought but did not take them. "Do you not think my work satisfactory?"
"Of course it is. What a silly question. You have turned more dark than any other."
"Then you should trust me not to need the earrings," she said simply, taking a big bite and chewing loudly, in an unladylike manner because she knew it annoyed him and she was annoyed at him.
He folded his hand over them. "You are mad for another reason. You have grown too attached to her and don't want to hurt her. But you know she is nothing but a tool for us."
The woman's eyes hardened and she could feel him probing her mind. She resisted him. He gave up, for now. He placed the earrings on the table.
"Consider it."
"I won't have to," was her steady response before she coyly looked on at him. "And you fear my affections for you wavering." She caught him by the front of his robes. "But do not worry. My heart, soul and mind are in the cause still to this day. And they always shall be. Until we take what is ours."
"And what is that?" he probed, testing her.
She answered carefully, batting her eyes up at him. "The world from those filthy muggles."
He chuckled darkly. "Yes. We will reclaim what was once ours, and you, shall be queen by my side." He ran a hand down her cheek before cupping it.
She smiled into it.
"Star earrings, for you, my star. Consider it a late Thanksgiving gift because I know you muggles love the holidays," Bellatrix said, holding out the earrings to Hermione.
Hermione was stunned by this. The first thing that came to mind was correcting Bellatrix's assumptions. "We don't actually give gifts over Thanksgiving-"
"Pretend you do, for a moment, and indulge me," Bellatrix smiled as Hermione took the earrings a bit in disbelief that Bellatrix would get her anything. They were so gorgeous and no doubt made of expensive metals. "I don't- I don't have anything for you-" she furrowed her brow, wanting to give her mentor something.
"Don't fret about it," Bellatrix put up a placating hand. "I have money; there isn't much I am in need of."
"But-"
"If you really feel strongly about it, you can get me something at the end when you're done with your training," Bellatrix spoke up, knowing Hermione could be stubborn and wouldn't take no for an answer. This was a concession to that.
Hermione licked her lips. "Thank you," she said gratefully and still a bit shy with this, she came up closer Bellatrix and kissed her on the cheek. At the last second Bellatrix turned her head and caught her lips.
"No need to be so shy, my star. I've seen inside your mind, I know exactly what you'd love to do with me," Bellatrix said coyly, placing a possessive hand on Hermione's hip.
Hermione turned red cheeked and looked away, unable to stand under the full knowing stare of her mentor. "I...um, I don't know if..." Hermione swallowed, not even sure what she was trying to say here. Because her thoughts have been filled with rough and bloody lust. Ever since those dreams when Bellatrix was absent and Hermione's mind was filled with all the ways she could take and be taken by her mentor. It was exhilarating but always left her feeling like she was messed up. She tried to squash those thoughts down but never quite could.
"Hermione," Bellatrix started, cupping Hermione's face and turning it to her. "You haven't scared me away with anything. I assure you I can more than handle myself."
Was this...was Bellatrix saying she was open to sleeping with her?
Hermione suddenly felt a full body flush. Oh. Oh shit. She was throbbing with want like someone had turned her up to a thousand and she didn't ever think she could be turned off.
Bellatrix could see it written across Hermione's face clearly and she smiled as she leaned in, kissing Hermione hard, backing her up to the wall. This kiss was rough. Searching. Dominating. Hermione held on by raking her hands through her mentor's thick curls. Giving as good as she got. Over the lessons, not only had Hermione's magical latency improved but so had her kissing. Limited time in between sessions found her and her mentor wrapped up in one another, snogging like some sort of teens. Well, Hermione was a teen, but she had always thought herself more mature than the common rabble and yet Bellatrix brought it out of her, making her sappy and starry eyed and so pliant to the simplest touch.
Bellatrix could alight her body like no one else ever could and Hermione was putty in her arms. Her mentor seemed to enjoy the state she put Hermione in and took the chance to tease and flirt with her openly, dangling visceral pleasure in front of Hermione's greedy hands.
Hermione was sure their relationship had turned unprofessional by now, but it didn't seem to bother Bellatrix. "No one tells me how to teach you, and no tells me if I can or cannot date you," Bellatrix had stated confidently and unapologetically. And that had been the end of that discussion, though it cleared nothing up about their new found relationship. Bellatrix had used the word date, but yet they hadn't seen each other outside of these dreams and so it didn't really count, did it, if Hermione was dating a figment of the sleep world.
In the present, Bellatrix's talented lips were moving down Hermione's neck, roving into unexplored territory and making Hermione throw her head back and nearly crack the wall. It all felt so good. And she knew if they ever went further it would feel even better.
Bellatrix's lips sucked hard on Hermione's pulse point and the girl let out a shameless groan as she felt her panties soaking. A trembling hand clung onto Bellatrix's shoulder as Hermione's hips bucked up, trying to get contact. Bellatrix slipped a knee in between Hermione's thighs and the young girl couldn't keep from grinding into it.
This made Bellatrix pull back a bit, her dark eyes even darker with lust.
"Careful, my star, or you might start something you can't finish," Bellatrix said in warning.
"I can finish it," Hermione said confidentially and with need. She had no prior experience in such an area but she didn't care. She needed it. Needed to touch Bellatrix. To get those dreams out of her head and turn them into reality.
"Good, because I don't intend to let you stop even if you can't keep up," Bellatrix smirked, and then took Hermione's hand and lead her away to her private bedroom.
Hermione's knees wobbled with arousal and nerves, but she followed Bellatrix inside, knowing that if Bellatrix had thought her the dark arts, surely she could teach her other things as well.
"Hermione," her dad began very uncomfortably. Both her parents were sitting on the couch in front of her as she came in, back from school. She didn't have time for this. She had schemes to plan, wiccan arts to learn. Sleep to visit along with her mentor.
"We've noticed things...have been happening around you. Odd things."
Hermione tried hard not to roll her eyes. "Like what?" she had to pretend she was listening to this or else they wouldn't let her out of the house and she needed to go on that target practice session with Gibbsy.
Her mother squeezed her father's knee to help him on. "Weird noises coming from your room at night."
Hermione flushed here. It must be because of the times she'd been pleasured by Bellatrix. She had no idea she'd been that loud.
"And not only that, but we've heard you talking to yourself. A lot. When nothing is there," he added on and she swallowed, rubbing her hands over her knees. That was when she was with Gibbsy and he sometimes popped up into her room with delectable meals he had prepared her. Did they suspect her of being a witch?
"Your clothes are...different," her mother said, it being a mild way of describing the black sweater over a red shirt, paired with a black shirt and black stockings, a mockery of the school uniform. "You've gotten detention. Detention! Over your clothes. This isn't like you, young lady."
Detention. Big deal, Hermione thought sarcastically. How was she to be the best witch if she didn't get into a bit of trouble now and again. Hermione had barely batted an eye when she'd come into school and been warned about her outfit.
"Hermione, I don't know what you're doing but since you're normally such a good student and level headed, I'll let you off with a warning not to wear this again to school. It is not the proper uniform," had warned a teacher.
Hermione had merely rolled her eyes and continued coming back to school in this new modified outfit. Bellatrix had detailed it for her, mentioning in passing that these sorts of outfits were better than the ones Hermione wore, so Hermione had taken her advice and worn it, because she wanted her mentor to be proud of her.
The school, once Hermione came back from winter break, hadn't been happy at her behavior at all and given her detention, acting like it was the worst thing ever. "I can't believe this. You're getting detention Hermione. Over clothes," the teacher looked down at her like this was a bad thing. She couldn't care less.
Once upon a time she might have cared. Might have cried, broken down, over this. It would have been one of her worst nightmares. But now, it was merely something arbitrary.
"You even pierced your ears." Hermione's mother brought up.
Her mother was talking about the priceless earrings she wore. Bellatrix had given them to Hermione. There was no way she wouldn't wear them. Not when the object of her affections offered them as a gift. They were star earrings. Delicate but powerful in their own right. "And you look like you haven't slept in a while," her mother pointed out delicately and with care.
Hermione knew she had bags under her eyes, so black it was almost like she had makeup on. But she wasn't tired. She felt refreshed. Energetic. Ready to take on the world.
They knew nothing. How annoying for them to meddle now.
They had never bothered to interfere more when she had been bullied. Coming home some nights wishing she were dead. But now when everything was going well, they cared? Please, she scoffed and rolled her eyes.
They saw her doing it.
"Don't you roll your eyes at us, young lady," her father stressed, getting worked up.
She hadn't meant for them to see it, but now she was riled up by his anger at her. How dare he get upset when she was thriving! When she was more powerful than he could ever imagine!
She stood up from her chair so fast it rocked back. Her hands fisted. "Don't tell me what to do! You never cared when I was being bullied. All you did was tell me to get out of the way. Concerned and loving parents would have gone to the cops, told the principal. Done anything but sit around and tell me I was the one to blame for garnering the bullies attentions." Her words were rising in pitch, as were her powers. The cabinets began to shake. The lights flickered.
Her parents looked on with fear and shock. What was causing this sudden odd activity?
"So, right now, the both of you can fuck off!" she screamed and her parents cried out in horror as the bulbs burst, as the lighting fixture in the dining room fell and shattered on the floor and the cabinets doors opened as dishes rattled out and fell onto the ground.
Hermione turned on her heel and stormed off.
She didn't need this bullshit. Not now.
Not when she was so close to mastering her powers fully.
A/N: So did Bellatrix give Hermione the enchanted earrings or just another pair to fool her lord? Hm, we may never know...
Also, not skipping out on them being together, but just relegating it to a later chapter plotwise.