Hermione's Lyft pulled up outside of the London Natural History Museum and her stomach was doing flips. It was a short trip to the museum for the brunette so she didn't have the time to talk herself out of going nor did she have enough time to pump herself up. She quickly thanked her driver, exited the vehicle and took a moment to leave her a tip through the app along with a lengthy review of what a great and attentive driver she was just to kill a little time while her stomach butterflies settled. When she realized that was going to be impossible, she swallowed her nerves, smoothed down the front of her dress and made her way inside the museum. Hermione was so accustomed to her surroundings that it didn't take her long to find the exhibit hall. There was a man outside checking tickets to the event so she pulled up the email from Bella with the direct link to her ticket. "Enjoy the event, Ms. Granger," the man said as he moved out of the way so Hermione could enter the hall. A slight gasp escaped her lips when she saw the beauty and magnitude of the event. "It's magnificent," she whispered under her breath. "Now," she thought looking around, "find Bella while avoiding Draco, Andy and Narcissa," she laughed at the near impossible task. She took a deep breath and made her way into the event, eyes sweeping for her dark haired Professor around every turn. "Fuck," she mumbled to herself while stopping to look at a range of elephant photos, "I'm never going to find her in this crowd."
"Granger?" A familiar voice called to her as the footsteps approached from behind, "what are you doing here?"
"Hey, Draco," Hermione turned and glimpsed at him in his tux. "Currently? Looking at these elephants."
"I just wasn't expecting to see anyone I knew here other than my family. It's nice to see a familiar face," he leaned in and kissed her cheek.
"You know I will never miss an exhibit opening if I can help it," she gave a half smile when he nodded. She knew he would buy it. She was always at the museum. "We have to avoid Andy at all costs though. I'm supposed to be at the library tonight. Luna is covering for me. The last thing I need is one of Andy's patented lectures. I'd like to save myself from that torture tonight. I just couldn't miss the opening night of this amazing event."
"Got it," Draco did a quick look around the room. "Last time I saw her, she was already headed to the bar so even if we did run into her she might be so drunk she doesn't recognize you," he laughed.
"I can't believe Professor Black put all of this together," she saw the proud smile on Draco's face, "with the help of your mom of course. I know how important her status here at the museum is. They both did a wonderful job. It looks amazing."
"I'm surprised more people from class didn't show up to take a look at everything my aunt can do." He looked around pointing to the small dark haired woman in the corner, "she creates incredible exhibits."
Hermione's mouth went dry at the sight. She could only see her from the back as she was engaged in conversation with a couple of well dressed looking people. Bella was wearing form-fitted black trousers and a white tux jacket that fit her like a glove and came to rest just over her ass. She had all of her dark curls piled up onto the top of her head and she was gesturing dramatically with her hands clearly lost in whatever conversation she was having. Hermione willed her to turn around in hopes that she could get a glimpse of her face but it didn't happen. "She's in her element," she turned her attention back to Draco who was still looking at the elephants. "Want to look around with me? I'm sure you got the insight from your aunt about the best of the best pieces here. Plus, you can help shield me from Andy if she sees me. Distract her. Maybe do a dance or something."
"Umm, probably not," he laughed. "I'll spot you though, come on," Draco held out his arm and Hermione looped hers through letting him guide her to the various photo displays.
The pair had spent a good hour walking around taking in all the various displays and for her part, Hermione didn't even think about Bella once during her time with Draco. It was nice to be in the company of one of her best friends. He was just as passionate about the exhibit as she was so when they got to spend time together at museums, Hermione counted it among her favorite pastimes. They were nearing the back of the hall when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, "she's close," she whispered and when Draco asked her what she had said she waved it off saying something about the final pieces they were looking at. She looked around without raising any suspicions and finally after what seemed like hours, made eye contact with her Professor. The front view was even better than the back. Bella's tux was held buttoned in the front and she was wearing a black button up shirt which was buttoned to a dangerously inappropriate level. It left a wide space of porcelain skin on display. She had a white tie draped around her neck but it wasn't tied. It was clearly just placed there for show. Her glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of her nose and Hermione swore behind her smokey makeup and thick black frames, she could see a sparkle in her dark eyes. Hermione's eyes unapologetically roamed her body, from her exquisite face all the way down to her black stiletto heels. She swore she saw the slightest jerk of Bella's head before she winked and took off out of the exhibit hall through the back door. "Hey," she turned to her friend, "I'll be right back. I'm just going to use the restroom."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No," Hermione smiled, "I'll be back. Enjoy the exhibit."
"I'm going to go find mum and my Aunts. Come find me when you get back?"
Hermione nodded and slowly made her way out of the exit that Bella had taken. It led to a hallway full of doors which looked like they were offices. She walked slowly down the darkened hallway until she reached a door with light coming out from the crack at the bottom of the door. The name plate read: Bellatrix Black. She contemplated knocking but just as she raised her hand, the door slowly opened revealing her Professor wearing an incredible smile. "Hi," Hermione said quietly, her cheeks blushing at the upclose sight of the woman's outfit.
"Hello," Bella reached out and grabbed Hermione under the elbow and pulled her inside, closing the door behind her. "I honestly didn't think you were coming or that you would've changed your mind after my last message."
"Draco already found me," Hermione bit her lip as her Professor's eyes skated over her figure.
"I saw," she pushed her glasses up on the top of her head. "Did he say anything?"
"No," Hermione internally groaned. This woman with her glasses was a thing of beauty and eroticism. "I come to exhibits all the time so it wasn't out of the ordinary for me to be here tonight. Though I am supposed to be at the library, my friend Luna is covering for me so if Andy sees me," she saw Bella smirking, "she might have some questions."
"I'll take care of my sisters," Bella dismissed the subject. "So," she moved until her butt hit her desk and leaned against it, crossing her arms in front of her. "What did you think of the display?"
Hermione beamed, "it's gorgeous. Stunning actually. Draco and I were talking about how amazing all of the photographs were. God, it must've been so hard to get this all put together." She saw her Professor raise an eyebrow, "sorry I'm not fangirling. I know you know that I know who your museum alias is and that's one thing I wanted to talk to you about," she walked a few paces closer to Bella and stopped within arms reach. "These feelings I have for you," she blushed, "existed long before I found out that you are also Madam Rosier."
"Mmhmm," Bella responded, amused by the girl's rambling.
"And," Hermione was turning many different shades of red at this point but she was too far into this confession to back out of it now, "I didn't mean for the texts to go the way they did last weekend. I wanted to talk to you about your alias and to tell you," she stopped talking and let out a slow breath when her Professor reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against her body. Bella stood up and in her heels, she was just a little taller than Hermione. She tucked a piece of brunette hair behind her ear. "You are very distracting."
"So," Bella looked in her eyes. Hermione felt her body melt from the attention. "What you are saying is, you've been obsessed with me for years."
Hermione's mouth hung open, "I don't believe that's exactly what I said," she wrapped her arms around Bella's neck. "I was saying that," she leaned in so she was cheek to cheek with the older woman, "what I want is to give this thing between us a chance."
Bella didn't say anything, her hands trailing over Hermione's hips, one cupping her ass and the other got lost in her hair. "This dress," her voice was lower than when she first came in the room, "is exquisite, pet." She squeezed her ass, causing a moan to come out of the younger woman. She kissed below her ear, "and what about University policy?" Her fingers tightened in the brunette hair, pulling just hard enough, exposing the long line of Hermione's neck. She grazed her teeth down the younger woman's jawline, sinking into the spongy texture of her pulse point causing the younger woman to let out a long, low moan. A tremble was felt rippling through Hermione's body as Bella sucked a trail up her neck back to her ear. "I thought this was forbidden, pet."
"I want," her hands found purchase on the lapels of Bella's tux jacket and pulled them tighter together.
"What do you want, Hermione?" Bella's hand moved from her ass and traced circular patterns around to Hermione's front, stopping to squeeze her hip before continuing the agonizingly slow journey up her stomach, stopping on her ribs just below her breast. Hermione was panting, arching into the touch. She moved her mouth and bit at Bella's exposed collarbone. "Words, pet." She pulled roughly with the hand still tangled in brunette's hair. "I asked you a question."
Hermione's bottom lip jutted out into a small pout when she was pulled away from her Professor's neck. She wanted to kiss her so bad, she wanted to do much more than that. "I want you to fuck me," she breathed out.
"Is that all you want?" Bella cupped Hermione's breast over her dress, lightly grazing her already hard nipple.
"Right now? Yes. Please," she pulled back against the grip in her hair so she could look Bella in the eyes noticing the glazed over expression already present there, "fuck me, Professor."
Bella growled and walked them over until Hermione's back hit the wall. The older woman held her in place with one hand around her throat and her other hand grabbing under Hermione's thigh, bringing it around her hip. She rolled her pelvis into Hermione's, causing a groan to escape her lips. "You've been teasing me since our night together. I can't get you out of my mind. Every time I close my eyes, there you are, naked, wet and screaming for me on my bed. Just thinking of you makes me want to fuck you into submission but you've been scared, holding out on me. So maybe I'll just edge you until you are begging for it. Then maybe just maybe, if you are a good girl, I'll give you what you want." Hermione was grinding her pussy against Bella's leg. She was ready for anything Bella would give her and she wasn't above begging for it. "Look at you," the older woman let her eyes trail down to Hermione's pelvis, "already so needy. Tell me, are your underwear ruined yet?"
Hermione let out a shaky breath, "they would be," Bella's eyes snapped up to meet hers, "if I were wearing any."
It was Bella's turn to groan, she bit her own lip at Hermione's confession. "Fuck, little girl. You are so fucking sexy." She squeezed the hand around Hermione's throat just slightly so she could feel her heart rate picking up. "You knew exactly what you wanted when you left your apartment tonight, didn't you?"
"Yes, Professor."
"And what did you want?" She asked, already knowing the answer, running her hand along the outside of Hermione's thigh, lifting her dress as she went.
"Please," a silent prayer came from Hermione's lips, causing the old woman to chuckle, a deep, sexy noise that sent another wave of liquid to Hermione's core. "I want you to have your way with me."
Bella slowly inched her hand between Hermione's legs, feeling the wet heat dripping from her exposed pussy. "God, so wet. Your needy little cunt is practically begging for me, for this," she accentuated her words as she dragged her long fingers from Hermione's center up to her swollen clit, circling the needy bundle of nerves. Hermione sobbed at the small amount of relief her Professor was giving her. "Are you going to be a good girl and scream for me?"
"Yes, Professor." Hermione tried to catch Bella's fingers when they dipped back down to her center, only entering her into the first knuckle. "Please, please, fuck me."
"Good girl," Bella growled, entering her roughly with two fingers, gliding into her wet pussy while bringing their mouths together in a heated kiss. Hermione gasped at the sudden intensity she felt from Bella's fingers and her Professor wasted no time slipping her tongue into the younger woman's mouth.
Their kisses were soft, slow, almost languid compared to the fast and hard movements of Bella's fingers. Hermione's senses were short circuiting and she pulled her mouth away to moan, "yes, Professor," when Bella curled her fingers with every other thrust. Bella felt Hermione's walls flutter around her fingers, strangling them with pressure, drowning them with her juices. It was one of the most erotic moments Bella could remember and she found herself on the edge as well. "Can I please touch you, Professor?" Bella felt a surge of heat between her own thighs but this moment wasn't about her, it was about pleasing the girl in front of her. Making her realize the amount of pleasure she had been denying herself for all of these weeks. "Please…" Hermione was cut off when Bella bit roughly on her collarbone as her thumb swept across her neglected clit causing a scream to rip from her throat.
"Next time," Bella panted out, soothing the bite mark with her tongue. "Now," she kept her thumb on the swollen bud and thrust into Hermione, adding a third finger, filling her, stretching her in a way that only she could, "be a good girl and cum for me."
"Oh yes…" Hermione's vision started to turn white as she felt herself nearing the edge, "I'm going to cum, Professor."
Just as she was heading to the abyss, there was a knock at the door followed by a gasp, both women pulled apart, Bella lowering Hermione's dress and turning to the door, using her body to block the younger woman. "Cissy, so you knocked but then instead of waiting for a reply you just barged in?"
The blonde woman stood with a horrified expression looking between her sister and her son's best friend. "I wasn't expecting to see you and Miss Granger in the throes of passion, so yes. I just walked in."
"Was there something you needed?" Bella growled at her sister.
"People are asking where you are. The event is almost over and people want to give you the dues you deserve before they leave," she cleared her throat trying not to sound shocked. "I'll let them know that you are on your way back out to the exhibit hall."
"I expect your discretion," was all Bella said to her sister.
"I didn't mean to interrupt whatever it is the two of you were doing," Narcissa looked over and a slight look of disappointment crossed her face when she eyed the brunette. "I won't say anything. You know my word is good," then she straightened up, "but we will be talking about this," she turned and left the room.
"Well," Bella turned back to look at the tousled brunette, "that's not how this was supposed to end."
"She looked upset," Hermione sighed. "It's because I'm a student and one of her son's best friends. I've stayed over at her house before during holiday vacations. Oh god, she saw me in a very compromised position. Do you think she heard us?"
"Calm down, pet. I'm sure she didn't hear anything, if she did, she wouldn't have walked in. She'll come around. I think it would be a shock no matter who I was in here with." She saw a quick flash of hurt cross Hermione's face. "I've never been in here with anyone else. There is no one else." When relief brushed the younger woman's features she continued, "I'll handle her, Hermione." Bella reassured her. "I'm not worried about her, or Draco and Andy for that matter. Don't worry about it. This," she closed the space between them, placing a kiss on the side of her mouth, "is about us. Nobody is entitled to any information about us until we decide the time is right."
"I want to give this a chance," Hermione said quietly, "and," she continued, "I want to see if this thing between us is more than just sex."
"So," Bella smirked, " what you are saying is that you want to go on a date with me?"
Hermione blushed. She had just been pinned up against the wall with this woman relentlessly fucking her and the idea of an actual date made her blush. "Yes," she answered quietly.
"What was that, pet?" Bella smiled, knowing her teasing was riling the girl up. "I couldn't hear you."
"Yes, Professor," she dramatically rolled her eyes, her cheeks flaming red, "I'd like it if you took me out on a date."
"Good girl," Bella kissed her jaw, "that wasn't so hard was it?" Hermione's cheeks flared again. "I guess we should get back out there."
"You should go first," Hermione smiled, pushing away from the other woman. "I need a moment."
Bella nodded, "take all the time you need, pet. Tomorrow?"
"Pardon?"
"Are you free for our date tomorrow?" Hermione nodded, "good. Do you remember where I live?" She nodded again, "meet me there around 5pm?" She smiled and turned to leave but stopped herself, not turning back, "oh and no panties, pet? You are a dirty little thing deep down, aren't you?"
Hermione heard her Professor chuckling as she left the room not looking back, closing the door behind her. "She's going to be the death of me."