Narcissa walked into her sister's office announcing her arrival, "hello, Andy," she walked further in and shut the door.

"Cissy?" She looked up from her computer. "What are you doing here?"

"What? Can't your baby sister come visit you during work?"

Andy rolled her eyes, "the sad baby sister routine doesn't work on me." Narcissa scoffed, "fine it doesn't always work on me. Only like 88% of the time. I only asked because I'm supposed to have a meeting with Bella. She said she had something she wanted to talk about so I'm surprised to see you here."

"Bella asked me to come too."

"Really why?"

Narcissa took a seat, "why don't we just wait until Bella comes in."

Andy sighed "fine but I sense that you know something and I hate not being included." She checked her watch, "what's taking her so long? Jesus," she looked out her window, "I need to have a talk about her bothering my staff. She's always hanging around Hermione. Hopefully she's not making her uncomfortable."

"I don't think that's it," Cissy let a little snort out of her nose. "Isn't she Bella's TA?"

"Yes," Andy shrugged, "but they have class to discuss things and Hermione's office hours. She shouldn't be bothering her while she is working, what if someone needs Hermione for something."

"Oh," Cissy said quietly, "I'm sure they've been using Hermione's office hours."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Seriously, what are they talking about out there?" Andy was just about to get up from her desk when she saw Hermione gathering up her stuff and leaving the library. She watched as Bella watched her leave before she turned and headed towards the office.

"Andy. Nice of you to join us," Bella entered the room in the grand way she always did before inclining her head towards her sister.

"Bella," Andy responded in kind, "what's with the creepy dramatics and why do you keep bringing my staff coffee?"

"We need to talk."

"Clearly," Andy rolled her eyes, "you called this meeting. Why is Cissy here?"

"Reinforcements."

"Reinforcements?" Andy looked over to her younger sister who just shrugged. She shook her head, "okay fine but why do you keep bringing Hermione coffee."

"She needs caffeinated for everyone's safety."

"Yeah," Andy agreed, "she does get awfully grumpy without her proper level of caffeination."

"Must be a school only thing," Cissy added, "when she stays over the house she almost never drinks coffee." Bella and Andy both turned to look at their baby sister. "What? Fine. I'll stay out of the conversation until I'm needed."

"So what did you want to talk about besides Hermione and her penchant for iced coffees?"

"Funny enough, I did want to talk about Hermione."

"What's the problem? Is the student teaching getting to her? Does she need a day off at the library? We can always talk to the Dean. Is her grade in your class slipping?"

"Calm down, Andy," Bella rolled her eyes. "You aren't her mother. She's top in the class and the students love her. She'd make a great teacher if that's the path she chooses in the future."

"Then I don't think I understand why we are here…"

Bella sighed, "this would be easier with a drink," she quietly said to Cissy who nodded androlled her eyes gif show. "Andy?"

"Yes?"

"Remember the first week of class when I said I had a one night stand?"

"Yes…"

The three women all sat in silence looking at each other when realization finally dawned on Andromeda. "No. Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"She's a child, Bella."

"Cissy? Want to take this one?" Bella looked to her reinforcement to speak up.

"Andy?" Her sister looked at her, "is Draco a child?"

"If he were having sex with a 50 some year old man then yes, he would be a child."

"I tried," Cissy shrugged.

"I should have found a different reinforcement team," she scoffed. "Listen, Andy. Age doesn't bother Hermione so I'm not quite sure why it would bother you."

"It bothers me for many reasons."

"Last time I checked, you were involved in my personal life decisions. And what was it you said to me that night when I told you about the one night stand? That I never give up on someone I am interested in. Well, turns out I'm interested in Hermione. For more than just sex, though I won't lie," she smirked, "the sex is a real bonus."

"Bellatrix Druella Black," Andy crossed her arms, "you can't be serious. She's 26 and you are nearing 50."

"Well aware of that, thank you."

"You could be her mother."

Bella examined her nails, "I know that, too. Are you coming to a point here Andromeda or do you want to keep reminding me of how old I am?"

"What about the Dean?"

"Ahh well," Bella leaned back in her chair, "we have an appointment with her on Monday. I told Hermione she didn't have to be there but she insisted. An overachiever I've come to learn," another smirk crossed her face. Her mind wandered to areas it shouldn't be going to in front of her sisters.

"And if the Dean condemns the relationship? Is that what this is? A relationship?"

"That's two questions. Which one should I answer first?" Bella smarted off to her sister.

"Is it a relationship?"

"Well," Bella sighed, "Hermione and I haven't even discussed that yet so I think it would be highly unfair to discuss the status of our relationship or lack or relationship with you before I discuss it with her." Andy wasnt backing off, she crossed her arms. Bella rolled her eyes, "you are so infuriating sometimes. Fine," Bella mirrored Andy's posture, "if it were up to me we'd be dating but it's not just up to me now is it?"

"You care for her."

"Very much so," Bella smiled.

"And what of the Dean?"

Another sigh, "if the Dean objects and I mean vehemently objects not just giving us a hard time about the age, then I'll accept all responsibility and step down so nothing happens to Hermione and her future here at the university."

"You do truly care for her."

"I suppose it was inevitable," Bella smiled again thinking of Hermione. "She was impossible to forget. Though in all honesty, I didn't try hard to stay away from her. She's the most addictive substance I've ever been exposed to. I can't help the way I feel when I'm around her and I do want to be around her all the time. I find myself thinking of her at random times and there I am walking to her office with an iced coffee. She's cast some sort of magic spell over me and I feel like I'm courting in highschool again."

"Courting?" Andy cackled looking at her younger sister who was stifling a laugh as well.

"Oh fuck off. You know what I fucking mean." Bella flipped the pair of them off. "I get happy just thinking about her. And no," she saw them sharing a look, "not just in the "when do I get to have sex next" kind of happiness. It's the "I really really like this girl" kind of happy."

"You should probably tell her that." Andy finally relaxed. "I've known her a long time and I can guarantee you that she's questioning it every single day."

"What do you mean?"

"Because she's Hermione and overthinking is what she does best. She needs to know that you feel the same way she does. If you do and it sounds like you do, I'd recommend having that conversation soon."

"Before or after the Dean?"

"As soon as possible."

"And you agree with this?" Bella turned to Narcissa.

"I thought you were already girlfriends when you brought her over to dinner."

"You took her to dinner without me?"

"I also took her to Dora's restaurant. Dora loved her so you and the Dean were the last on the list."

"Well," Cissy shrugged, "and Hermione's family."

"She's never talked about her family. What should I know?" A look of concern crossed Bella's face.

"That's definitely a conversation you need to have with Hermione," Andy ended the topic of her family and brought it back around. "If the Dean frowns on it, are you still going to pursue her?"

"I would like to say yes."

"But?" Cissy asked.

"It's not entirely up to me now is it? I'm not going to make decisions concerning the both of us when Hermione isn't here to speak for herself." She pulled out her phone when it went off in her pocket. A smile crossed her face at the message:

Hermione (7:40pm): I hope you aren't dead. I've gotten used to having you around. It would be amiss if Andy killed you over this.

"It would appear that she said something cute," Cissy laughed.

"She was just making sure Andy didn't kill me," Bella put her phone back without texting.

"You aren't going to message her back?" Andy asked. "She's going to be wondering the entire time what the outcome of this conversation is."

"Well? What is the outcome of the conversation?"

"I suppose if you are truly serious about her and she doesn't care that you are an old bat then I guess I can't stand in the way, can I?"

"My thoughts exactly," Bella smiled. "Now, anything else we need to discuss before I go assure Hermione that I'm not dead?"

"The holidays are coming up…" Cissy started which caused a series of groans to ring through the office.

Almost an hour later and Bella was finally free from the confines of her sister's office. She had somehow managed to get roped into Christmas at Narcissa's house which of course included Hermione since she had been going over there for the last four years. That did make Bella wonder why she didn't go home to her own family but she figured that was a story for another day. She only had one additional text from Hermione from about thirty minutes ago saying she ordered pizza and it would be there within the hour if she wasn't dead and wanted to stop by. Obviously, as soon as Bella left the library, her feet took her in the direction of Hermione's apartment building as if she had no control over herself. It was a strange new sensation of power that this girl held over here but she wasn't put off by it. When she made it to the apartments, she climbed the stairs to the third floor and stopped noticing a guy holding a pizza. "Is that going to 314?"

"Umm," the tall red head turned around, "yes it is. For Hermione."

"On a first name basis hmm?" She scoffed, "well that's where I'm heading. I can take it to her."

"Oh I wasn't aware she had company. I'll still take it. Make sure she gets it."

"Did you not hear me? That's where I'm going, boy," Bella was starting to get a little angry.

"Oh I heard you," he shrugged, "I just go there all the time. I've got something special going on with Hermione and besides my sister lives there."

"A relative of Miss Weasley… I see," Bella pursed her lips. There was nothing more pathetic than someone thinking they have a chance when there isn't one. Granted she wasn't technically dating Hermione yet but she didn't like the thought at all that someone else was interested in her. Bella had always been the jealous type but with Hermione the jealousy seemed to be reaching an all time high. "And you say you have something special with Hermione?"

"That's right. I'm planning on asking her out," he held his chin up and Bella tried not to laugh.

"Okay. Mr. Weasley?" He nodded. Bella took a deep breath. She was a respected member of the museum community and a professor at this University and the last thing she needed was publicity for punching a guy out on campus. "I'm going to let this one slide because I'm guessing you don't go here or go to museums so you must not know who I am. Is this correct?" He nodded again, cheeks turning pink. "I'm pretty sure you aren't Hermione's type. Just a suspicion. So you can give me the pizza and head out of here before something embarrassing happens to you or you can go on through and ask Hermione out."

"Are you threatening me?"

"No. Just saving you from a very embarrassing encounter."

The boy looked at the pizza and then down the hall and back to Bella. "I think I'll take my chances," he started walking towards the front door to 314.

"Suit yourself," she all but laughed following him down the hall.

He stopped outside of the door and cleared his throat, knocking a few times on the door. He turned and gave Bella a half smile and she just stood there staring daggers at him. Hermione opened the door a moment later. She had changed into a pair of comfortable cotton sleep shorts and a tank top. Bella suppressed a groan at the expanse of tanned skin that was on display. "Hello Hermione," Ron smiled and held the pizza out to her.

"Hey Ron," she looked up at him and smiled, "thanks. I already tipped on the app," she quickly added when she saw him still standing there. "I appreciate it."

Bella smirked at the oblivious nature of the boy. Hermione turned and saw Bella standing a little off the side and smiled brightly. "Bella. Hey. Glad you see you survived."

"Just barely, I assure you." She slowly scanned her eyes up the brunette's body causing a small flush to grace her skin. Then she nodded towards Ron, "seems your pizza delivery guy here has something he wants to ask you." She put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a little shove, "go on champ. Don't be shy now, son."

Hermione was feeling second hand embarrassment for her friend's brother. She knew he had harbored a crush on her for years but just assumed he knew she wasn't interested in him or any man. "Ron?" She questioned.

He started shuffling back and forth on the balls of his feet, "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out for coffee sometime." He reached out and grabbed Hermione's hand that wasn't holding the pizza box against her hip. Bella was seeing red now. Having a crush on whom she considered hers was fine but touching was a no. "You see I've liked you for a long time now and I've felt we've always just sort of had this connection."

"I'd let go of her hand if I was you, Mr. Weasley."

"Why is that?" He turned and gave her a dirty look that did not sit well with the older lady.

"Do as you're told. Boy." Bella growled.

"It's fine, Bella," Hermione shook Ron's hand away. She sensed her getting frustrated and wanted to diffuse the situation.

"No, Hermione. It's not fine. Men need to realize that they aren't entitled to touch and grab women without their consent. Ever. Also," she turned to address Ron, "did you ever happen to consider the fact that Hermione might have no interest in you or that she is currently taken by someone else."

"Well. No." His face was flaming red.

"Or maybe did you stop to think that Hermione might not be interested in men at all?"

Hermione was the one blushing now. "Bella. Stop. Ron, I'm just not interested in you that way. I apologize if I ever gave you the wrong impression but I am not interested in any men."

"Oh well," he started to take a few steps back.

"Bella inside," Hermione narrowed her eyes and handed her the pizza as the older woman turned and went into the apartment. "Thanks for the pizza, Ron." She lowered her voice, "she meant well. Please don't say anything to anyone about this."

"Why?"

"Just please. If you ever cared for me you won't and if you do, well I can't be sure how she," she nodded towards the door, "will react and you've seen how scary she can be." Hermione smirked when he gulped and nodded.

"All right, fine. I won't say anything but it's not because I'm scared of her. It's because I respect your wishes."

"Goodbye, Ron." Hermione shook her head and walked inside. "Do you know how much trouble we could get in if he talks? I mean he doesn't know who you are I'm assuming but still." She stopped talking immediately when she found Bella standing just inside the door with a smoldering look on her face.

"Nobody puts their hands on you." Bella stepped inside of Hermione's space, her back pressed against the front door. She gulped. "Understood?"

Hermione nodded, "good because I would hate for something to accidentally happen to that boy." She was inches from her students mouth, sharing breath.

"He didn't know," she knew she was playing with fire but she felt excited. "It's not like we are dating."

SLAM. Bella's palm smacked against the door next to Hermione's face. "You are fucking me. And me only." It wasn't a question. Hermione nodded and Bella surged forward, smashing their lips together in a heat, hurried kiss. "Nobody is entitled to touch you," she said, pulling back and biting Hermione's lower lip. "This," she moved to her neck and bit a line down her throat column, sucking hard on her pulse point, "belongs to me." The brunette was panting, holding onto her teacher. "Say it."

"It's yours. I'm yours. All fucking yours," Hermione jumped up and wrapped her legs around Bella, trapped herself between the older woman and the door.

Bella growled against Hermione's neck when she felt the soaked material of Hermione's sleep shorts against her abdomen. "Good girl," she braced one hand against the door to keep them both upright and used her free hand to push her shorts out of the way. "No panties," she brought their lips together again at the same time she entered her.

A gasp turned into a moan when Bella started pumping her fingers in and out of Hermione at a brutal pace, curling them just so. A plea fell from the younger woman, "what was that pet?"

"More," she panted. "I need more."

"More what?" Bella licked along Hermione's jawline.

"More of you," Hermione was matching her hips with Bella's thrusts taking her fingers in further and deeper.

"Ask nicely," Bella stalled her movements and held her fingers at her soaked opening, a dribble of juice flowed freely from her center.

"Please. Fuck me, Professor."

Bella dipped her fingers just slightly into her opening, pulled them back out, more juices escaping, brought them up and traced tight circles around her swollen, needy clit. "I shall have to think about it."

Hermione whimpered, grinding herself down on Bella's fingers. "Please, Professor. I need you. I'll be your good girl, I promise."

Bella's eyes darkened at the needy sounds coming from Hermione and obliged. "I need to taste you," she dropped Hermione's feet to the ground and removed her shorts as she dropped to her knees in front of her altar of worship. Bella growled as she licked from her center up to her clit. Lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Hermione's hands flew into the locks of curly dark hair, grinding her center against Bella's mouth. "Take it, pet. Use me." Bella flattened her tongue against Hermione as she gyrated against it, entering her with two fingers. Hermione screamed out as the intense pleasure was building inside of her. Her walls were fluttering and sucking Bella's fingers in further, not letting go. Bella knew Hermione was there, she just needed a little push. "Come now," the vibration of the words against her clit sent Hermione hurdling over the edge with her professor's name tumbling from her lips. Bella quickly stood and pulled out her coated fingers, sticking them into Hermione's mouth, "suck." She closed her mouth around Bella's finger and moaned at the taste of herself. "That's it," Bella instructed as Hermione licked and sucked the remains of her orgasm from her fingers. "Good girl," she removed the now clean finger.

Hermione let out a shaky breath and rested her head against the door. "That was…"

"For me as well," the older woman rested her forehead against Hermione's shoulder. "I'm sorry if I took that too far."

"It was perfect."

"But?"

"But," Hermione pushed off the door and walked them over to the couch, pushing Bella down and straddling her lap. "What was that?"

"I just got so fucking mad at that boy and the nerve he had to put his hand on you."

Hermione was peppering Bella's face with little kisses, "okay but you know I'm a lesbian and I'm only interested in you right?"

Bella stuck her lip out, pouting, "yeah but he still pissed me off."

Hermione cupped Bella's cheeks, lifting her head up so she could look at her. That damn pouty lip would be a weakness for Hermione, she was certain of it. She sucked the lip into her mouth, catching her Professor off guard, a little whimper escaping. "Put that pout away. I'd be mad too if I saw someone flirting with you." They got lost in the shared kisses for a few moments before she pulled, resting their foreheads together. "In the library earlier, were you going to call me your girlfriend?"

Well yes she was but Bella didn't know the younger woman picked up on that, "maybe," she shrugged one shoulder.

"I would've liked that," Hermione whispered.

"I shall have to think about it," Bella responded with a smirk, pretending to think. "Can I call you my girlfriend?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Hermione threw her arms around the older woman's neck and brought their bodies together in a crushing hug. The pizza lay cold and forgotten by the door as the newly instated couple enjoyed each other's company for the rest of the evening.