Three months. It seemed like a lifetime and yet no time at all. It was exactly three months to the day until the wedding. Bella wasn't entirely sure how all of the wedding plans were going. She knew the date and that it would be held in the ballroom at Black Manor. Hermione insisted that they get married inside because the summer weather and humidity would be a nightmare for her hair and the dark witch didn't particularly care about anything besides the colors and that she could plan the honeymoon. Today was the day that they were getting fitted for their wedding outfits. Hermione of course wanted to wear a traditional wedding gown but not the dark witch. "I'm anything but traditional, pet," she had said when she announced she wouldn't be wearing a dress at this wedding. One ungodly wedding dress was enough for her in this lifetime and the next. She wanted to wear something that would turn Hermione's head. That meant trousers. Bella was currently sitting in a spare room upstairs while the fitters were fitting Teddy for his dark green tux. She still couldn't believe she talked Hermione into having green, black and gold as their wedding scheme. In the end, Hermione agreed because it went with the manor. The first small victory Bella had. She laughed to herself thinking back to the conversation regarding the upcoming honeymoon.

Bella was pacing around the library quietly laughing to herself, "you are joking right?"

"Of course not," Hermione almost sounded offended at how amusing her fiancé found her suggestion.

"Me," Bella stopped and pointed to herself, "Bellatrix Druella Black, heiress of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, going on holiday in America?" She said laughing again, clutching her stomach from the overuse of her laughing muscles. "That's golden, pet. Really."

"It wasn't a joke," Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, "and just what is wrong with going to America?"

"America is hardly the romantic holiday getaway one assumes one would take for a honeymoon, pet." Bella rolled her eyes and crossed her arms to match her lover's. "I'm not honeymooning there and that's that."

"That's that?" Hermione parroted back, coming to stand directly in front of Bella and the older witch nodded not dropping her stance. "Then where do you suggest we go?" The darkened expression couldn't be missed by the younger witch. She slowly felt herself being pushed backwards, step by step, until she felt herself collide with a wall of books. Hermione visibly gulped, "Bella?" It came out high pitched and breathy.

"Hmm?" The dark witch replied without breaking eye contact, "what is it?"

"Where would you like to go on our honeymoon?" She asked again, a little softer trying to control the pitch of her voice. It wasn't working since her lover was currently pressing a leg between her own thighs giving her a delicious amount of pressure. She gasped slightly when Bella trailed one fingernail down the column of her throat.

Bella smirked and a deep chuckle came out before leaning in, stopping just at Hermione's ear, "anywhere there is a soft and sturdy bed. You'll be lucky if you are able to move when I get finished fucking you as my newly wed wife." She reached up while cupping Hermione's chin and turned her head to the side, she licked from her ear down her throat to her collarbone where she sucked greedily on the exposed flesh she found peeking out of Hermione's dress shirt.

The brunette trembled in the embrace and slowly started nodding her head, "you pick the destination," she breathed out. "I don't care where we go as long as you fuck me right here against the bookshelf."

"As you wish," Bella pulled back and smirked before she brought their lips together in a toe curling kiss. Growling into the kiss, Bella wasted no time licking her lover's lip and exploring the other girl's mouth. Her tongue slid hungerly against Hermione's while she responded with an equal amount of vigor. Hands were buried in dark curls, holding her still and engaged in the kiss. Bella pulled on Hermione's lower lip, sucking it into her mouth needing to feel a part of her lover inside of her. The little gasp the brunette let escape had her hands on the move. One wrapped around the back of her neck, holding her still as her lips trailed a path across her jawline while the other hand slid down the side of Hermione's body running under her thigh and wrapping it around her own body. She pressed her body weight into her lover, causing the bookshelf to shake slightly. "Fuck," Bella moaned into Hermione's neck when she felt her lover grinding against her abdomen. The muggle jeans had always been a turn on for the dark witch. Immediately access to the goods with a pop of a button. Securing her leg, Bella's hands worked and pulled the dress shirt out of those damnable jeans, unbuttoning each button as patiently as she could. She opened the shirt up, revealing a very sexy white lacy bra with already excited and hard nipples. The shirt fell from bronzed shoulders and lay forgotten on the floor. Bella pulled back and looked at her lover. Hermione's head was thrown back against the bookshelf, her chest was heaving, hair falling out of her bun, eyes closed while grinding her center as hard as she could from her current angle. "You are quite the vision when you are in the throes of passion, pet."

She zoned back in on Hermione's pulse point sucking harshly as she pinched an excited nipple. She arched her back into the hand, pushing her breast into the palm while a moan tumbled from the brunette's mouth which earned a deep chuckle from the older witch. Bella bent down and sucked the forgotten nipple through the material of the bra. Hermione cursed from the passion flowing through her veins. She needed Bella and she needed her now. "Bella?" She breathed out, opening her eyes to see lover slowly playing with the button of her jeans while licking over her hard nipple. "Please, fuck me. Take me hard and fast. I need you."

It was as if the magic words were said because Bella sprang into action, she unbuttoned the offending jeans and pulled the zipper down, helping Hermione shimmy out of the material. When the younger witch went to remove her panties, Bella slapped her hand away. "Keep them on," she growled in her lover's ear. "White lacy knickers? A fucking turn on, pet." She quickly spun Hermione around so she was facing the bookshelf. "Now, how shall I fuck you?" She thought out loud as she kissed the back of Hermione's neck, running her tongue up one side of her throat, pulling her earlobe between her teeth. Hermione closed her legs trying to get even the smallest amount of friction. "I can smell you from here, love. Tell me. Do you want my mouth? My fingers? Or that special accessory we only use on those certain occasions when you are really fucking horny?"

She trailed her right hand down the front of Hermione, dipping her fingers beneath the white panties. "Fuck," she whispered, resting her forehead on Hermione's shoulder as she ran her fingers through her impossibly wet folds. She brought a copious amount of the slick juices up and started making lazy, tight circles around her lover's clit. "What'll it be, pet?" She moved her hand back down and softly circled the sopping entrance, slowly dipping a finger up to the first knuckle. The slow, steady teasing always pushed Hermione to her limits. She was whining, trying to push herself further down on the digit inside of her but Bella was using her body to keep her pinned to the bookshelf.

"Anything," Hermione begged. "Anything you want just do it already." She reached her hand back around Bella's head turning slightly to pull her into a bruising kiss.

She felt Bella pull her wand out with the hand that wasn't caressing her swollen, slick lips. Mumbling was coming from her dark witch as she cast a few spells. When Bella pressed into Hermione's back she was without clothes. She could feel her lover's hard nipples straining against her sweat slicked back and their special toy pressed against her ass, "spread your legs, pet and grab the ledge," she slid a foot in between Hermione's legs kicking so the brunette fanned her legs out giving Bella the ample access she needed. She grabbed Hermione's hands and placed them on the ledge of the bookshelf, "hold on and don't hold back. The room is soundproof and I want to hear you scream my name when you cum." She removed her finger from inside Hermione's tight walls and started circling her swollen bud.

Bella grabbed the part of the toy that wasn't inside of her and she bent Hermione over slightly so she was at a better angle. "Ready?" She husked as the tip of the strapless strapon was pulled through her wetness. Hermione shivered and nodded her head. "I can't hear you?"

"Yes!" Hermione practically screamed when Bella pinched her clit between her finger and thumb. "Fuck me deep and hard." Her sentence was cut short by silicone appendage being pushed inside of her fast to the hilt causing a moan to rip through the brunette as her body was jerked forward. Bella waited only a moment before she pulled out to the tip and thrust back in just as hard. The force of her thrusts had caused a few books to fall off of the shelf. "Fuck me. Fill me up, Bella. Make me yours," were the chants spurring Bella on.

"Madam Black…" came the unfamiliar voice. "Madam Black," it came a bit louder. A hand was on Bella's shoulder lightly stirring her from her memories. "Madam Black. We are ready for your fitting now. Young Mr. Lupin is all finished. This way please," the older witch said as she pointed to the pedestal that was surrounded by mirrors.

"Well fuck me," she shook her head clear, "I was just getting to the best part." Bella stripped out of her dress and held her hands out when she got onto the pedestal. "Make me look hot as fuck. I want Hermione to be horny for the entire wedding."

The old seamstress made a slight gasp at Bella's forward nature but just shrugged and held out a pair of trousers for her to put on. "Let's start with these and just let me know how you want them to look."

It didn't take long for the witch to get Bella's measurements and outfit her with a black tux, a deep green dress shirt, black vest, black tie and gold cufflinks. "Is the maid of honor here? Mr. Potter was fitted earlier this morning before your nephew and your fiancé said I should ask you about who the maid of honor will be. If she is here then I can fit her for the dress Madam Granger has picked out."

"Umm," Bella scratched behind her ear, "I haven't actually asked her yet. I can do it now but I assure you it's going to be a right show when I do." The old lady shrugged, "suit yourself. Twiggy?"

Deciding on the maid of honor was Bella's biggest cause of contention for the past month. She was about to say fuck it and just ask Lovegood but Hermione talked her out if that saying she would regret not asking one of her sisters. She didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings but she knew which sister she wanted to ask without question.

Twiggy popped into the room, "what can Twiggy do to help Mistress Bella?"

"Can you go ask Andy to come here?" She nodded and popped out of the room.

"Get ready," Bella turned to the seamstress and rolled her eyes. She paced back and forth a few times thinking of what she was going to say to her sister while trying to elicit the least amount of tears and physical affection as possible. There was a soft knock at the door followed by her sister entering. "Come in," Bella said before her sister made it all the way through.

"Twiggy said you wanted to see me?" Her sentence turned up in a question as she regarded Bella in her wedding tux. "Bella, you look amazing." She smiled, coming over to kiss her sister on her cheek.

"Don't get all mushy on me already," she wiped the kiss off of her cheek. "These aren't quite set yet. Give me a moment to change. I don't want you to ruin all of this nice lady's work." Bella excused herself and went to disrobe, returning in her corset, flowy dress shirt and skirts. "So Andy, sit." Bella pointed to the couch by the window. Her sister sat down on the couch while the dark witch started pacing in front of her.

"Can you maybe sit down too? You are making me nervous." The middle Black sister confessed while nodding her head to the empty seat on the couch.

"Whatever," Bella rolled her eyes and sat down next to her sister, not making eye contact. "Listen, it's three months today until the wedding and I have to do this while she's here," the dark witch pointed to the seamstress, "or Hermione is going to kill me and there will be no wedding."

"Bella, you are rambling," Andy smirked.

"Shut it Andromeda before I change my mind," she rolled her eyes and started picking with the embellishments on her skirt. "You've been a pain in my ass since the day you were born, I can't stand that insufferable smirk, you've moved in and quite frankly I don't think you are ever leaving, you wind me up every fucking day of my life but," Bella turned to look at her sister, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Then the next part of the sentence was too mumbled for Andy to decipher, "what was that? I didn't hear you."

Bella sighed, "Andy will you be my fucking maid of honor?"

She turned to look at her sister who was smiling the biggest smile that she could ever recall seeing on Andy's face, "yes!" She shouted as she threw her arms around her older sister's neck only slightly cutting off her air supply. "Merlin, yes! I would love nothing more." She pulled back only slightly and started kissing Bella on the cheek repeatedly.

"Stop it," she said, her sister still kissing her. "Andromeda Black, I said stop it right now," she pushed her sister away, "I can change my mind you know."

Andy laughed and sat back against the couch, "I honestly thought you were going to pick Lovegood."

Bella smirked, "so did I." Andy slapped her shoulder as the dark witch started to cackle. "Do you think Cissy will hate me?"

"Who cares? She got to be your maid of honor the first time." Andy rolled her eyes, "plus, I look really good in green."

"I regret everything," Bella deadpanned as Andy made her way over to the seamstress to begin her fitting.

A knock sounded on the door and Hermione poked her head through, smiling at her witch, she walked over and sat down next to her on the couch. "Have you been sorted?"

Bella smirked and put her arm around her fiancé, bringing her into her side, "all sorted." She let out a little laugh through her nose, "and I've been told that when you see me, you will be a horny little mess for the entire ceremony."

Hermione's face immediately tinged pink at the thought of Bella in a nicely fitted tux, "good thing we will be leaving straight for our honeymoon then after the ceremony. I won't have to wait too long to fuck you." She whispered hoping Andy and the seamstress couldn't hear her.

Bella laughed, "oh no, pet. It's me who will be fucking you that night. Over and over and over until you are begging me for a reprieve." She felt a tremble rip through her fiancé's body. "That's right. I'll have you any way I can imagine, Mrs. Black."

Hermione felt her body responding to the surname that made her insides to acrobats, "Bella," she whined, "you are making it impossibly hard to sit and watch Andy get fitted when I'm throbbing for you."

"So sorry, love." Bella said without an inch of regret in her tone, "but that was entirely my intention. Remember no sex until the wedding now. I hope that romp in the library was enough to hold you over for the next three months."

"I'm not going to cave," Hermione sounded as if she were trying to convince herself of that. "I can hold off for three months.

Bella sat back against the couch and pulled her fiancé into the crook of her neck, "yes," she hummed, "we shall see."

"Was she excited?" Hermione turned her head slightly so she could see Andy bouncing round happily as the seamstress brought out a couple of dresses.

"I'd say so," she sighed perfectly content to just hold her witch close for a few moments letting her mind wander back to the delicious little library memory she was viciously pulled from.

There had been a new derogatory article printed about Bellatrix and Hermione every week since the first one made The Daily Prophet. Xenophilius stayed true to his word and only posted articles in support of the muggleborn candidate. Honestly there was no worry that Mr. Lovegood would betray her trust since he was so open with Harry about not publishing Albus Dumbledore slander. Hermione was only getting slightly annoyed with her fiancé when they would be in public and someone would look at Bella a beat too long or whisper and she would shout things like, "how dare you filth look at the new Dark Lord in such a manner?" When Hermione tried to beg her to stop Bella simply shrugged and responded, "if Skeeter wants a show, I'll give her a fucking show." Hermione just shook her head and pulled her fiancé out of the limelight and back into the shadows.

On this particular crisp afternoon, Hermione found herself sitting outside of a muggle cafe with Narcissa and Andy. They had just finished up a meeting with Dr. Hoffman and a few other muggle hospital representatives. They were going to start phase one of integrating muggle doctors into St. Mungos. It made more sense to have the muggles work in the magical hospital than the other way around since most muggles usually avoid magical incidents. The muggle doctors would take up a wing on the third floor which housed the Potions lab. That way Cissy and Andy could be available with any magical related questions. Hermione felt confident that her future sisters-in-law could handle the task at hand. "Thank you both for all the hard work you've done on this hospital reformation project. It really means a lot to me that you'd be so willing to take time out of your busy work and home lives to help me like this." Hermione smiled at the two Black sisters sitting across from her.

Andy recast the warming charm that was circling the three women, "of course honey. This is important to us. Well to me specially. Teddy's half blood and as clumsy as his mother. Merlin knows that once they let him play quidditch in school, he will need both magical and muggle care."

"Have you thought about talking with Minerva about having a muggle doctor make rounds at Hogwarts a few times a month?" Narcissa asked, placing her empty coffee mug onto the table.

"I actually haven't but I did schedule some time with the headmistress coming up so that is definitely something worth bringing up. I think the students could benefit from it."

"You know Poppy won't be so thrilled with that idea." Andy rolled her eyes.

"Yeah," Hermione said, "but I'm sure Minerva has Poppy wrapped around her little finger. Plus if I get Bella to bring it up to Minerva then she'll definitely say yes."

"Talk about being wrapped around a finger," Andy cackled.

"Honestly though," Cissy smirked, "I think Bella could've convinced Minerva to make her the new headmistress if she rallied hard enough."

"I think their relationship is adorable," Hermione smiled, "Bella really looks up to Minerva like a mother and it makes me so happy to see them get on so well."

"Minnie would be an excellent mother figure," Andy reached out and took the last cookie on the plate while being eyed by her sister.

"Don't you have a maid of honor dress to fit in?" Cissy raised an eyebrow.

"Heard about that, did you?" Andy gave her a tight lipped smile. "The cookie is for Teddy," she said defensively before adding quietly, "and are you mad?"

"Of course not." Cissy shrugged. "I'm just surprised Bella didn't pick Ms. Lovegood."

"I said the same thing!" The three women laughed.

"I saw you RSVPed for the wedding with a plus one." Hermione looked questioningly across the table. "Do you plan on telling Bella before the wedding? I don't mean to sound harsh but I'd really like for Bella to not end up in Azkaban for murder on our wedding night."

"Yes," Cissy sighed, "I returned her owl this morning. We will be coming to that formal dinner she's hosting next week."

"Oh so it's happening then?" Andy grinned.

"Yes, have either of you said anything to Bella?"

"No," Hermione shook her head, "I value my life and my relationship too much to have said anything."

"Okay then," Cissy nodded her head, "I guess this is happening."

"I've never been more excited for anything in my entire life." Andy smirked then immediately frowned when a chunk of Coca Cola covered ice bounced off of her forehead.

"Do you hear that?" Hermione shushed the women who were bickering. "It sounds like a camera shutter." The three start casually looking around and see a long camera lens poking out of a bush towards them.

"Hermione," Andy gave her a knowing look, "you know that's Skeeter. Let me at her, please."

"Let's all go," Cissy said, standing up and straightening her black pencil skirt.

"Why the hell not?" Hermione threw her hands up, threw some muggle money onto the table to pay the bill with a tip, picked up her bag and followed the sisters over towards the bush.

"Get out here, now, Skeeter." Andy shouted when they got to the bush. "I will accio your ass in front of all these muggles and not give one fuck."

"Andy, you can't do that," Hermione whispered. Andy poured and she added with raised eyebrows,"Future minister, remember. Best behavior."

"We know you are in there Rita, just come out before Andy gets more riled up." Cissy added in an unamused tone.

The three women stood alike, arms crossed over their chests and serious faces adorned. A short, balding man with the camera stood up first and gave them an apologetic smile followed by a pristine looking blonde woman wearing a green skirt suit. "Ahh if it isn't Ms. Granger and the sisters Black." She looked around casually, "no Bellatrix? Shame. I was so looking forward to having a little chat with the next Dark Lord."

"Don't call her that," Hermione was starting to get heated. "You know you are just selling a bunch of lies to those dumb enough to still read the prophet."

"Or," Rita tapped her chin with her quill, "maybe I'm just helping those, what did you say? Oh yes," she started writing on a notepad, "dumb people stay informed about their potential candidates for minister. I wouldn't want any of those poor less intellectual misfortunate people to be blindsided when you win and Bellatrix steps up as the new Dark Lord."

"Do you even hear yourself?" Andy balled up her fists. "You sound like a fucking horses ass."

"I'm sure she hears herself," Cissy rolled her eyes, "she's loved the sound of her own voice since the days of Hogwarts."

"Can I quote you on the fact that you've all been thinking about me since Hogwarts?" Rita smirked.

"I think it's best you clear out of here, Skeeter before we set Andy loose," Cissy sneered at the woman.

"Remember," Hermione said, "4th and 5th year how uncomfortable your living arrangements were. It would be a shame if that were to happen again."

"Is the ministerial candidate threatening me?" Rita looked appalled.

"No," Andy growled, "she isn't but give me the chance and I'll kick the shit out of you."

Rita looked the middle Black Sister up and down then examined her nails in boredom. "Well it's clear the Dark Lord isn't coming to this, we best be off." Before anyone could respond, she grabbed the photographer's arm and disapparated them on the spot.

"Oh Merlin," Hermione sighed, looking around to see if anyone saw Rita leave, "that could've gone better."

"What did you do to her when you were a child?" Cissy asked.

Hermione's grin turned evil, "I kept her in a jar as her animagus for a year."

"Fucking wicked," Andy laughed.

"I guess every Gryffindor does have a little Slytherin in them," Cissy gave a soft laugh, shaking her head.

"That's what I said!" Andy agreed. "How do you think the Dark Lord will react to Rita threatening us?"

"Please don't call her that," Hermione sighed. "Merlin knows that Bella doesn't need the extra encouragement." She scanned the area one more time before the three women took off towards the apparation spot. "I suppose she's going to leak some information to Mr. Lovegood. Dolohov better be ready. I told her that if any of us caught Rita in person she could go on and start telling his secrets. It's less than three months now, I guess it's time to start playing with fire."

"Bella loves fire," Andy had a devious smirk on her face, grabbing her younger sister's arm.

"That's what I'm worried about," Hermione said, grabbing on to Narcissa before she spun them out of sight.