Hermione exited the classroom but didn't make it further than the front door. Upon closing it she turned around, her head hitting the door as she let out a long breath she didn't know she had been holding. Out of all the classrooms in the world, the last person Hermione expected to see was Bella. Her guard was thrown so quickly, she needed a moment to recover. How could one woman get under her skin so quickly? It was wrong and she knew it but a part of her got excited by the words of her professor. "Why did my one night stand goddess of a woman have to be my professor? And why am I her teaching assistant? It's like the cosmos are out to get me here," she closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. Surely it was just a physical attraction and she could curb the advances of her professor. It was only ever meant to be a one time thing. "I just need some air and to regroup," she thought as she took a few more deep breaths. Her calming time didn't last long when she heard a familiar voice jostle her out of her headspace.

"Granger?" Draco approached her and touched her shoulder when she didn't immediately open her eyes, "are you sure you are feeling okay?" She nodded but didn't answer, still lost in her own thoughts. "Did my aunt drill you hard in there?"

Hermione's eyes snapped open, "pardon?"

"Was she really giving it to you? You were in there for a while. She can be rough," Draco had a concerned look on his face. "She really knows how to bang out all the details."

Hermione's eyes widened, "what?"

"I think you need some coffee," Draco gave her a worried expression and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the class. When they got outside, Hermione took a deep breath of fresh air, filling her lungs with the substance like she had been deprived of oxygen all morning. Draco finally felt her body relax, "man she must have been hard on you."

"Oh your aunt?"

"Who else? You were in there awhile. I'm guessing she was railing you for not paying attention to her."

Hermione couldn't stop picturing all the innuendos Draco had unknowingly been spewing and it was filling her mind with all sorts of delicious and inappropriate thoughts of his aunt. "No, she was just letting me know about my teaching. Stuff like that," she waved him off. "She was perfectly friendly. No worries," she saw him nod in her peripheral vision so she continued, "Ginny will be happy. I'm the TA of Art History."

"Oh?" Draco asked amused, "Harry's in the class. They will be hounding you for answers I'm sure."

Hermione laughed, "well at least I'll have two friendly faces in the class." They walked a little longer, Hermione relaxing more and more the further away from the building they were. "They will be disappointed."

"Why?"

"I promised you Aunt I wouldn't give out any answers." They laughed as they placed their orders at the coffee cart. Draco paid as he usually insisted, a fight Hermione gave up long ago. "Does your aunt know about Harry?"

Draco shrugged, "she knows I'm gay if that's what your asking," he looked over as she took a sip of her cold brew, "but I feel like your asking more. She's fine with me being gay. She knew long ago. Actually," he took a drink before continuing , "she was one of the first people I came out to. It was easy with her being half way across Europe. She told me she was proud of me." He smiled when Hermione reached out and squeezed his hand. "But I'm not sure if she knows that Harry is my Harry. Maybe you can tell her, for me."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "doubtful."

"Hey… it was worth a shot."

"Come on," Hermione pulled her friend through campus back towards their flat complex. "You don't have any more classes this morning?"

"No," he said, pointing over his shoulder, "aren't we going to the library."

"We will," she assured him, "but first we need to go home and you need to help me pick out an outfit suitable to teach in your aunt's class because I don't think my jeans and T-shirt are going to work."

"Hmm," he pulled away and looked her up and down judging her accordingly, "no probably not. Best hurry. This is a fashion emergency."

The afternoon went by faster than Hermione was prepared for as she entered the Art History classroom relieved to see the classroom still empty. She arrived early and put her bag on the designated TA desk. She was going to get settled in but a few students started to trickle in so she opted to go into the bathroom to get a few extra minutes of alone time. Standing in front of the mirror, she appraised her final look. Smart and casual was the look Draco was going for when he rummaged through Hermione's belongings earlier that afternoon. They finally settled on a pair of pinstriped fitted navy dress trousers and a cream button up shirt with three quarter length sleeves and a pair of cream heels to match the shirt. She didn't do anything special with her hair but she did put a little effort into her makeup. She ran her hands down the front of her blouse flattening it, tucking the stray front piece back into her trousers. "This is only because we are meant to look professional as TAs. No other reason," Hermione told herself as she spun around to check out the view from the back. She turned back around to face the mirror and pulled out her phone to text Ginny reminding her not to be late to class. She heard a toilet flush and was surprised as she thought she was alone. When the stall door opened, she met eyes with her smug looking Professor. "Trying to impress me?" She asked, looking at her through the mirror as she made her way to the sink to wash her hands.

"No," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Were you just sitting there the whole time?"

Bella moved closer into her student's space to reach for a paper towel, her hand brushing against the exposed skin of Hermione's arm. "I was just simply using the bathroom, pet."

Hermione involuntarily shivered from the deadly combination of the innocent touch and nickname. "Don't call me that," she said but it came out more breathy than she had intended.

"What? Pet?" She leaned in close, careful not to touch any part of her student's body. She brushed her lips to the outer shell of Hermione's ear, "I didn't hear any complaints last night."

"That's," Hermione was trying to control her breathing, "that's not fair." Her body was reacting as would be expected with a gorgeous sex goddess whispering in her ear. "It was a one time thing."

"Was it though?" She pulled back only slightly so she could look her in the eyes. Hermione gulped when she saw her professor's tongue slowly wet her own lips, her eyes trailing down to her lips, and a smile pulling in the corner of that sinfully delicious mouth. Hermione closed her eyes as the warm breath of the woman standing inches from her ghosted over her face. Her chest heaving up and down as she failed to control her breathing, "fuck it," she thought as she opened her eyes and felt disappointment when she saw that the older woman moved entirely out of her space. "We should get to class," Bella moved towards the door, "don't want to be late now. Do we?"

Hermione nodded and moved past her professor, "no, we wouldn't." Not looking back, she headed straight into the classroom where she felt she would at least be safe from the teasing for an hour. She took a seat at her desk and started sorting through the stuff in her bag, taking a sip from her water bottle. She looked up to see her professor staring at her with a look of intent. Hermione quickly averted her eyes and put her water away, shifting so she was angled away from Bella. Ginny came into the room followed by Harry and stopped to say hello before taking seats towards the back of the class. Hermione immediately felt better with them in the room until her phone buzzed and she pulled it out to see a quick message from her best friend.

2:57pm

The professor is hot as fuck. Maybe she could be your next one night stand.

Before Hermione had a chance to respond Bella rose from her chair and started speaking, "all right everyone settle down. Phones away," she looked to see Ginny smiling at her phone, "that means you too, Red. Phone away." Ginny's eyes went wide and she shoved her phone into her backpack. "Thank you. Now, this is Art History 1 so I'm assuming if you aren't a freshman then you are taking this last minute to fulfill your core curriculum requirements," she nodded when a few students including Harry and Ginny laughed. "Now, I want to stress this upfront, this isn't a throw away class. I won't be going easy on anyone and I expect excellence from all of my students. If that's going to be a problem for anyone, I suggest you leave now," she stopped in front of her desk and rested against it. She pushed her glasses to the top of her head, crossed her arms and waited while raising a challenging eyebrow to see if anyone would go. "No one?" She chuckled and put her glasses back on the bridge of her nose, "either a room full of cowards or very confident fools. Okay. One housekeeping item before we start," Bella stood just beside Hermione's desk and looked at her for a moment, smiling. Hermione saw a softness in the professor's eyes that would've been missed by anyone else, "this as I am sure some of you know is Hermione Granger. I'm lucky enough to have her as my assistant this semester which means you are also lucky. She will be your TA and I expect you to not take advantage of her kindness. Something tells me she isn't one to say no to anyone," she smirked at the brunette before turning and walking back behind her podium. "She'll be available with office hours that are discussed in the syllabus and her email will be provided. Again, do not take advantage of her. You are all expected to complete the assignments alone and come to your own conclusions. Any questions?" After a moment's pause she continued, "perfect. Ms. Granger if you could," she extended her arm holding out a heavy looking pile of papers, "pass the syllabus out to everyone so nobody can say they never knew the assignments and expectations." A few students were heard chuckling as Hermione walked around handing out copies of the syllabus to everyone. When she finished she returned to her desk as Bella began her lecture starting with a slide show titled: What is Art History?

—

The rest of the week went along without much of a hitch. Hermione found that working under Bella wasn't so difficult as long as she didn't spend too much time looking at her or getting lost in the sound of her voice. It was a lot easier said than done. Thankfully she only had her as a professor on Monday mornings then she was her TA on Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoon. Her office hours were Thursday evening from 5-7 and thankfully Bella hasn't stopped by to tease her anymore. Hermione's favorite day of the week rolled around, Saturday, the day she could devote entirely to the library. She worked the afternoon/evening shift on Saturday and Sunday and she loved every minute of it. She also worked a couple of hours Tuesday and Thursday mornings but those hours were usually busy for her with all the students rushing in to complete assignments. Saturday was quiet for the most part.

After stopping at the coffee cart, she took her two iced coffees and entered the library stopping to deliver the second coffee to the head librarian. "Here you go Andy," she smiled when the librarian looked up to say thank you.

"Perfect timing as usual," Andy sipped from her cold beverage, "I don't know how I'd survive the dead atmosphere without you and your constant supply of caffeine." Hermione deposited her bag at the desk catty corner to the main librarian's desk and took a seat, pulling out some texts to start her assignments. "How was your first week of class?"

"All right," Hermione answered, looking over her notes.

"I heard through the grapevine that you had the pleasure of meeting my older sister." Hermione looked up from her notes but didn't give any other acknowledgment, "how did that go? She can be a little abrasive."

"It was fine. She was fine," Hermione shrugged off the question. "I'm her TA so I suppose I'll be spending a lot of time with her this year." Curiosity got the better of her and she couldn't help but ask a follow up question, "why was she gone for so long?"

"Ahh," Andy put her coffee down, "unfortunately that's not my story to tell. If you have to spend a lot of time with Bella I'm sure she'll open up if you want her to."

"I don't," Hermione said curtly and went back to her notes. Andy hummed and went back to her own work.

The afternoon passed by quickly and evening fell across the quiet library. As expected, nobody came in for help and Hermione got a majority of her work done that she wanted to. There was only about 30 minutes left until closing so Hermione took it upon herself to start reshelving the returns. She pushed the cart to various sections, taking her time returning the old books to their proper homes. Hermione took her time sweeping the stacks because too many times to count she caught students engaging in steamy snogging sessions that she would have to break up and once she even came around a stack to find a couple having very public sex. It took her a while to get back the courage to shelve the books. Andy was more than happy to break up any indecent public displays of affection. She was approaching the stack in the far back corner of the library when she heard two hushed voices. She immediately recognized them as Bellatrix and Andy. Thankfully her approach was quiet enough that they didn't hear her standing a few aisles over.

"You seem different," she heard Andy tell her sister.

"Nothing has changed in any of my situations."

"So the girl you met?"

She heard Bella sigh, "she was just a girl in a bar and I don't think she wants to pursue anything further."

Andy scoffed, "you, Bellatrix Black, giving up on a girl? Either you really have feelings for her or you are sick."

"It's just not going to work out," Bella sighed again, "just a fun one night stand. Nothing much. Like she said, "just a girl in a bar."

Hermione immediately went back to the night that they met.

Sunday night

Hermione had never went into The Catwalk bar before but knew it was a lesbian bar so she assumed her chances of meeting a girl for some fun would be increased exponentially there. She didn't plan on drinking other than a drink for courage. She intended to be sober to fully enjoy whatever would come of this. Hermione didn't do this and she was nervous. Opening the door to the bar, she entered casually looking around before making her way to the bar and ordering a Jack and diet. She put a few bills on the counter and spun around on her chair looking into the crowd. The bar was full of beautiful women but she noticed someone sitting in the back of the bar near the jukebox. She was a little older looking and caught her eye. Curly dark hair and glasses, it was a lethal look in Hermione's book. "Oh yes," she thought, "I'm going for her." Hermione raised her glass towards the lady and when she reciprocated Hermione was on the move.

"Hi," the brunette said and she slid into the booth across from the dark-haired woman.

"Hello," the husky voice coming from across the table immediately sent a deep throb between Hermione's legs. "Come here often?" She smirked as she took a drink from her water.

Hermione shook her head, "no." She took a long sip from her drink. The dark eyes gazed at her as if staring straight into her soul, "I've never done anything like this before."

"Anything like what?" The woman smirked, leaning further over the booth, "what is it you are doing here?"

"I could ask the same of you." Hermione gained a little confidence, "you are sitting in the back of a bar only drinking water. What are you doing here?"

"People watching," the old woman didn't falter, "I'm here all the time," then a sinful smile took over her face. "I was just waiting for a shy brunette to walk through those doors and attempt to pick me up."

Hermione's face flushed and she knew it wasn't from the few sips of her drink, "is it working?"

A single perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose, "possibly," Hermione noted the tone of amusement followed by a ghost of a smile across the woman's face. "What's your name?"

"I'm just a girl in a bar," Hermione challenged, "and I'd very much like to go back to yours."

—

"So, just a girl in a bar?" She heard Andy ask and which brought Hermione back from her daydream.

"I suppose," she heard her professor remark. "I have a feeling though if I pursue her, she'll be begging for me in no time."

"There's that arrogant piece of shit side of you I've grown to love," Andy laughed.

"Shut it, Andromeda."

Hermione quietly left the area before anyone noticed she had been eavesdropping. She made her way back to the front desk and started packing up her belongings, trying to leave before the women made it to the front.

"Leaving so soon?"

Hermione looked up to see the smirking face of her professor, "my shift's over."

"I heard you get on well with my sister," Bella casually mentioned, "don't listen to anything she says about me. It's all bullshit, I can assure you."

"Why do you care so much what I think about you?" Hermione asked, standing up and putting her bag over her shoulder. "I'm just a girl in a bar, remember?"

A glimmer of something passed through Bella's eyes. "I don't give up so easily when it comes to things I want, pet." Bella turned to leave but stopped, "now that I've entertained you in my bed once, mark my words, it will be a repeat occurrence." She walked back over around the desk and into Hermione's space, looked to make sure her sister wasn't around, reached out and grabbed Hermione's bag strap, pulling her inches from her face, "you can play this coy shit all you want but you can't tell me that wasn't the best sexual experience of your life." Bella placed a kiss on the corner of Hermione's mouth, feeling the younger woman tremble. "I still hear you screaming for me. It was immaculate." She placed a soft line of open mouth kisses along her jawline to her ear and whispered, "I've touched myself every night this week thinking about the noises you made when you came for me. The way you begged and pleaded for permission to cum like the good little girl you are. It really gets me off. I get so wet thinking about you. Every. Single. Night." She enunciated each syllable letting her words sink in. Bella let go of Hermione's strap and stepped back out of her space, "I'll see you on Monday, pet."

Bella left the brunette standing there staring after her with her mouth agape. "Ready?" The cheerful voice of her boss came up from around the corner. "I'll drive you home." Hermione nodded and Andy rounded up her stuff and they made their way out of the library. "Did my sister stop to say goodbye?"

"No," Hermione lied, "I must have just missed her." The truth was Hermione was throbbing and knew that her resolve wouldn't last long. Bella admitting to her pleasuring herself to the thought of Hermione was enough to want to go running back to her bed. "Fuck," she thought as she walked out of the library with Andy seeing Bella standing off to the side of the door, smoking a cigarette, glasses pushed up on the top of her head. Andy waved bye to her sister and when she wasn't looking, Bella exhaled her drag and winked at the brunette. "I'm in so much trouble."