The last place Hermione expected to end up was in bed with Bellatrix Black again. She had staved off her advances for three weeks and tonight, she finally gave in. How could she keep denying herself the endless amount of pleasure that this lady could provide to her. The average sized bedroom all of a sudden felt too small and overheated. There was no space between Hermione and her Professor. Every inch of her body was well tended to and covered in love bites. Panting, moans, a slew of curse words, and wet pussy noises were the only sounds currently filling the room causing Hermione to feel like she was in the early stages of death. "Such a good girl," two strong fingers were lightly exploring between swollen folds, "is all of this for me?" Hermione could only nod, her head thrown back against the pillows, sweat soaking her body writhing with pleasure under the dark haired woman. "I asked you a question."
Hermione's eyes shot open when she felt the fingers cease their exploration and pull away completely, "all for you, only for you," she breathed out. Bella sat up on her legs and raised an eyebrow, waiting. "Ma'am."
"Good girl," she smirked and bent her body over slightly, smiling as she ran her teeth over the tight muscles of her neck, down to her collarbone and shoulder, biting just hard enough to make the woman below her gasp in painful pleasure. A deep husky chuckle ripped from the older woman's throat when she felt Hermione lift her hips in an attempt to grind against her. "Patience, pet. We will get there in all due time." Her hands traveled a soft path down Hermione's body, leaving fire in their wake. Her lips followed the path of her hands just traveled leaving love bite and bruises across a perfectly bronzed palette. "The things you do to me, little girl. You can't even begin to imagine what I want to do to you." She growled, placing the softest of kisses on the patch of damp curls, pinching Hermione's hardened nipples, her back bowed off of the bed, desperate for more.
"Please," the whispered prayer fell from Hermione's lips and was cut off but a wanton moan when she felt a flattened tongue lap at her swollen clit. "Yes," she couldn't stop her hips from gyrating, smearing her wetness across her lover's face. "Take me," the permission, a chant, "make me yours."
Hermione looked down and almost passed out at the sight. Bella was looking up at her, chin and mouth covered in her wetness, eyes blacker than the night sky, smiling a sinful smile. "My dirty fucking girl." Bella growled against her clit, "you know the rules. No cumming until I tell you to," pinning her with her left arm and swiftly entering her with two fingers. A cry ripped from Hermione's throat as her head fell back against the pillows. The pleasure was almost too much. Bella was fucking her in a way that was almost too good to be true. Steady thrusts matched the rhythm of her tongue and Hermione was sure she was going to die before Bella gave her permission to cum.
"What's that sound?" She breathed out as she was nearing her climax, fingers pounding into her at an unrelenting rate.
Suddenly the fingers stopped and Bella crawled out from between her legs and up her body. She lowered herself on top of the younger woman, teeth grazing her ear, "it's your alarm, pet."
"What?" She was grasping for the woman on top of her trying to bring them back into the moment. No way was that her alarm, she knew it was too good to be true.
The ringing sound became louder and Bella's voice barely a whisper now, "it's just a dream…"
Hermione was jostled from her dream, drenched in sweat and throbbing. "Fuck," was all she could manage to say as she slowly came back to the world of the living. This wasn't the first time in a recent past that Hermione woke up soaked and disappointed. Taking care of herself wasn't cutting it anymore, she looked over at her vibrator and shook her head not giving into her needs this time. "Stand down friend," she laughed while talking to her vibrator. She looked at the clock, "shit, I'm going to be late." She hurried out of bed and jumped into the shower to cool down. She had her TA office hours and didn't plan on taking that nap. Quickly dressed in a pair of dark washed skinny jeans and a maroon button up shirt, she threw her damp hair into a top knot and put on some eye liner and lip gloss. "Good enough," she shrugged, knowing the fact to be true as it had been her third week of having office hours and not one student came in to ask her any questions. She didn't expect anything to be different today as there were no major tests or assignments coming up. Her only hope was that Ginny promised that if her practice ended early, she'd be able to stop by for a few minutes and walk home with her.
The first three weeks of the semester passed by rather quickly and Hermione would be lying if she said that she was disappointed by the lack of attention that stopped coming from her professor. After Bella cornered her in the library and admitted to pleasuring herself nightly, it's like a light switch was flipped. No teasing, no private conversations, no dirty words, no secret glances and Hermione was left feeling unsatisfied and confused. "If she wanted me as much as she claimed, why did she just stop?" It was such a quick shift in behavior that the younger woman had whiplash. She kept asking herself why she cared so much. "Why do I miss the attention? This is what I wanted. Right? I wanted to have just the basic student/professor relationship and she granted that to me." In reality, Hermione should be relieved with the change in behavior but she wasn't. She was left wanting more, afraid that it wouldn't ever be a possibility. The thought of trying to find another partner for her needs was out of the question and she knew it. "She's ruined me for anyone else now," she pouted as she reached her office door. Thanks to her unscheduled nap, she didn't have time to stop at the coffee cart. She flipped the light switch and left her door open, walking over to her desk, depositing her bag and flopping down into the comfy leather chair. She fished out a stack of short essays from her desk that the Art History students had turned in yesterday and figured she might as well get to correcting them. Professor Black said she didn't have to do it this week but she didn't have anything to pass the time being caught up on all of her own coursework. She always managed to stay ahead in her own classes so she had time to concentrate on her TA duties.
Hermione was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the essays that she had looked over so far. It would seem that the students took Professor Black's warning seriously and weren't going to try to use Art History as a blow off class. Yes, she ran a tight ship in her classrooms but it was evident to Hermione that she cared about what she was teaching and she had a passion for art, history and museums. Aside from her brazen sexuality, Hermione wanted to get to know this woman better but didn't know how to approach her. Bella had mentioned to her students that she curated museums and was in charge of award winning exhibits throughout Europe and Asia but all of the Google searches of her name returned nothing and it left Hermione with more questions. She must have been using a pseudonym while working but she couldn't just out right ask her. She did gather from casual conversations with Draco that she had never been married so she wouldn't have been using a married name. Anytime she tried to get information out of Draco or Andy, they would assume that Bella had done something to piss the younger woman off. Bella's rough reputation was deep seated in the family lines which just pushed her curiosity even further past its limits. She could just ask Bella for the information herself but then that would be admitting to the fact that she thinks about her professor outside of class time. "Who is she?" Hermione asked aloud as she was typing away in the search bar.
"Who are you googling?" A familiar voice called from the door, followed by a deep chuckle that sent heat flowing through her body.
"Damn her and her sexy ass voice," Hermione thought and then quickly said "no one." She hurried to click out of the webpage with a blush on her cheeks. Looking up she saw her professor leaning against the door frame holding two cups of coffee. "What are you doing here? You aren't usually in the office at this hour." She looked at her phone seeing it was half past six in the evening.
"I was texting with my nephew and he mentioned that you were bitching about not having time to stop for coffee so I thought I'd do everyone a favor and properly caffeinate you in case any undergrads showed up. I wouldn't want you to scare any students away."
Hermione furrowed her brows, "you came all this way to bring me a coffee?"
"I was still on campus with my sister. We catch up every couple of days. Not like we don't see each other all the time anyways but she insists on seeing me whenever I have time. It's not like I went out of my way or anything," she waved off the insinuation and put the cup of iced coffee in front of her TA. She noticed the small smile on the younger woman's face, a small victory. "So," she took a seat opposite the desk and nodded to the stack of essays, "how horrible were they?"
Hermione smiled, taking a sip from her coffee. She moaned at the delicious familiarity of the taste. Bella shifted in her chair, her eyes noticeably darkening at the sound. "Is she fucking with me now?" She thought to herself as Hermione made eye contact with her, her tongue darting out to lap up a drop of coffee that was slowly traveling down her bottom lip. She cleared her throat and pointed towards the essays. "I asked you a question."
Hermione's mind flashed back quickly to the dream she was rudely interrupted from. "Yes, ma'am." She said without thinking and her eyes went wide.
"Excuse me?" Bella challenged, pushing her glasses onto the top of her head, "what was that?"
"I said yes Professor." Hermione cleared her throat, "I said the essays were pretty good." She saw Bella smirked at how uncomfortable she currently was, "seems like you have successfully terrorized your students into submission."
Bella raised her eyebrows, lowered her glasses and took a sip from her coffee, moaning deeply. Seeing the blush rise on the other woman's cheeks, she smirked. "I've been told I'm quite adept at getting people to submit to my will." Hermione's blush deepened as she turned her head back to look at the essays, absentmindedly shifting through them.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" She let the most innocent expression cross her features.
"Don't play coy," Hermione rolled her eyes. "The flirting, the innuendos, invading my space, touching me just so, aren't you worried about University policies? About getting in trouble?"
"I've made my feelings about you very clear." She sat back in her chair. "I'm here for a good time, pet not for a long time." She sighed, "and to answer your question, no. I'm not worried about University policies. We are both adults here and Dean McGonagall invited me to teach here. I didn't ask for the job. If she didn't want me here, I wouldn't be here." Then she shrugged, "and if she decides that she doesn't want me here anymore, that's fine too. I'm not hurting for the money. I'm here to pass on whatever knowledge I can to whoever wants to listen."
"I don't want to get in trouble," Hermione admitted quietly. "You make it pretty hard to resist your advances though."
"So you have been thinking about me?"
"Maybe," Hermione's thoughts traveled back to her dream, "but that doesn't mean I'm willing to end my career before it begins for a what if and amazing sex."
Bella smirked, "Fair enough, I suppose I should go," she got up and headed towards the door, "enjoy the coffee, pet."
"Don't be such a fucking coward," Hermione chastised herself. This amazingly smart and painfully attractive lady wants a chance with you. Just see what happens. She hurried before the older lady completely left the doorway, "do you want to look over the last couple essays with me?" She smiled up at her teacher. "I'm almost done but I'd really love the company. No students ever come to see me and it gets pretty boring here alone."
Professor Black stopped and turned back to look at her TA, "I suppose I have a little extra time," she moved and pulled the chair to the side of the desk where Hermione was sitting, "scoot over." She put the chair flush up against Hermione's and their thighs touched when she sat down. Ignoring the warmth that spread through her own body at the closeness, she reached across and grabbed the smaller pile of essays noticing all of the marks in different colors, "Dragon was right. You are a little anal huh?"
Hermione smiled and let out a little laugh, "Dragon?"
Bella shrugged, "he'd kill me if he knew that nickname got out." She set Hermione with a serious expression. "I've been calling him that since he was born. It just slipped out."
"It could be good blackmail," Hermione smirked.
Bella looked over at the girl and stared into her eyes, "Dragon stays between us?" The words came out more like a question than a command.
"What's in it for me?"
Bella shifted impossibly closer, her face inches away from Hermione, "what do you want, pet?"
Her eyes trailed down from dark eyes down to blood red full lips. What did she want? "What a stupid fucking question," she thought but couldn't find her voice. "I want…" she faltered in her words.
Bella leaned in more so her cheek was flush against the younger woman's cheek, her lips grazing her ear, "I thought you wanted to just be my student." She felt the younger woman tremble from the breath ghosting over her ear, "I feel like you want more than that," she nibble lightly on Hermione's ear lobe feeling a sharp inhale of breath from next to her, "I've made my wants clear or at least I thought I did so I backed off." She rested her strong hand on Hermione's upper thigh and squeezed, "all I need is a go ahead and I'll have to pinned to this desk with my fingers buried inside of you while you're biting on your arm to keep your screams from echoing down the hall," her hand drawing circles up Hermione's leg.
Hermione's chest was heaving. She wanted Bella more than she was willing to admit. "Bella…"
"Hmm?" A vibration ripped through the brunette's body when the older woman hummed just below her ear where her jaw met her throat. She pulled back and saw Hermione staring at her, eyes clouded over with lust. "What do you want, pet?"
"Fuck it," Hermione thought bringing her hand up to cradle the older woman's cheek, "I want…"
A voice was heard just outside of the door calling for the TA, "Hermione?" The women jumped apart leaving a respectable distance between the two of them, turning their attention back to the papers. A knock on the door, "Hermione. Hey." Ginny stopped in her tracks noticing her Professor. "Oh hello, Professor Black. I didn't mean to interrupt. I just came to walk Hermione home."
Bella looked between her student and her TA, "you aren't interrupting anything. I was just heading out. Stopped by to check on the progress on your essays." She stood up and made her way over to the door, "good evening, Ms. Weasley. Granger?" The brunette made eye contact with her, "think about what I said," she smirked and made her way out of the classroom and down the hallway. The girls heard the heavy door close signaling she had left the history suite.
"What was that about?" Ginny asked and Hermione internally panicked thinking she might be onto the fact that there was something going on between her and the Professor even if she didn't know what exactly it was. "Does she always come in to check up on you?"
"No," Hermione shook her head and took a drink of her coffee, "she just wanted to see how I was coming along with checking over the essays."
"What did she mean telling you to think about what she said?"
"Extra credit stuff," Hermione waved off the question. "Nothing important."
"Okay," Ginny shrugged and took the seat that was abandoned by her professor. "Have you looked at my essay yet?" She grinned, reaching for the papers.
"Hey," Hermione reached out and smacked the red head's hand away. "You don't get special best friend privileges with me. You'll find out your grade with the rest of the class. Plus, Bella has final say over all of the grades. I'll just give her my suggestions."
"Bella?"
"Professor Black," Hermione tried to curb her blush.
"She's your colleague. It's okay that you call her Bella and believe me… if I had a chance to be on a first name basis with that goddess," Ginny smirked, "I wouldn't pass up any opportunity that came my way."
Hermione's head whipped over to look at her friend, "what do you mean by that?"
Ginny shrugged, "what? She's hot as hell. Anyone with eyes can see that." She laughed, "I've noticed you noticing her in class."
Hermione rolled her eyes and started packing up her bag, "lord Ginny. Stop. She's my professor and that's all it is. I respect her. Nothing more."
"Okay," Ginny stood up, "but don't tell me you haven't been thinking about her since finding out who she is."
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, confusion forming over her face.
"Don't play stupid. She has literally been your crush for as long as I've known you."
"Seriously, what are you talking about? I met professor Black the same day you did." Hermione was getting annoyed now. She hated feeling out of the loop. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Druella Rosier?" Ginny said casually.
"What?" Hermione's eyes widened.
"Didn't you read your syllabus?" Ginny laughed, "well I mean didn't you read our syllabus?" She pulled out her Art History syllabus and flipped open to the last page. Hermione grabbed it and her eyes scanned the page. It was a write up about Druella Rosier. "You've only been talking about her exhibits nonstop for the past four years that I've known you."
"I never saw a picture of Madam Rosier until right now," she closed the syllabus and handed it back over. This woman had curated some of the most famous and well known museum exhibits. She had been following her career since she started making headlines. Hermione had never been lucky enough to go to one of her shows but that didn't stop the admiration and idolization. Her head was spinning with this new information. Hermione's idol was the woman she slept with and walked out on. Her idol touches herself while thinking of her every night. If Hermione had known who she was that night at the bar there would've been no chance in hell that she would've had the guts to approach her. Just tonight she brought her coffee and sat with her, bantering like it was second nature. Druella Rosier was Bellatrix Black.
"Hermione?" Ginny looked at her, putting her hand on the brunette's shoulder, "are you okay?"
"Umm," Hermione shook her head, "yeah I'm good. I had no idea she was Madam Rosier. That changes a lot."