Hermione left Dr. McGonagall's office feeling like a million pounds. She couldn't believe someone as prestigious and world renowned as Minerva McGonagall would offer her a job. Only a few months post grad and Hermione was already seeing all of her dreams unfold. As she made her way over to the train station, she pulled out her phone to text Bella the good news.

12:28pm

I got the job, Bella! She offered me a paid internship of sorts with the caveat that if I enjoy the work then I can work my way up to a full caseload.

Hermione tucked her phone in her pocket and pulled out her transport pass and got on the train. After finding an empty seat away from everyone she felt her phone buzz.

12:35pm

That's amazing, love. I knew you'd get it. She'd be stupid not have given you the job.

12:37pm

I'm in shock. I start on Monday. I can't wait!

12:38pm

We need to celebrate. Ginny stopped by and asked if we wanted to go on a double date tonight. I told her to fuck off.

12:40pm

Bella, you can keep telling my friend to fuck off.

12:41pm

Sure I can, pet. She did, fuck right off. Worked like a charm.

12:43pm

Text Ginny and tell her we'd love to go out with them tonight.

12:45pm

Do I have to? I was planning on taking you somewhere special just the two of us.

12:47pm

We can go out with them tonight and then hurry home and have our own celebration.

12:55pm

Okay done. Texted red. We are meeting them tonight for dinner. I have plans already, Pet. Hurry home. XX

Hermione put her phone away, took out her book and began reading. She was sure she could infer a smirk coming from Bella's last message which sent her stomach into premature butterflies. That woman would be the death of her in the most amazing way.

An hour later, Hermione was walking through the front doors of the Dark Mark. Tonks was sitting next to her Aunt who was bent over a client, tattooing what appeared to be a raven on a girl's lower quad. Hermione chuckled at what appeared to be Tonk's attempt at keeping the girl from flirting with Bella. When Tonks heard the door chime, she looked up and winked at Hermione who just smiled and shook her head. She walked over to the front desk, deposited her suit jacket, took a seat going over the appointment books and starting to return phone calls to potential clients that came in while she was out. "What would the two of you do with me?" Hermione said to noone in particular when she started checking voicemails to write down the names and phone numbers of the people who left messages.

"We'd completely falter and the business would go belly up." Tonks replied in her most serious tone coming to stand in front of the desk.

"I thought you were over there protecting my girlfriend from the slutty coeds coming to get tattooed." Hermione smirked.

"Oh," Tonks looked over at her aunt. "She doesn't need my help today. All she's been able to talk about is how proud she is of you. It's all rather disgusting." Tonks laughed as Hermione reached across and swatted her with the appointment book. "Seriously though, congrats. I'm very excited for you." Tonks leaned over to peek at the messages she had written down. "If any of these clients sound hot, give them to me. I'm still looking for my forever."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "would you like to call some of them back?"

"Me?" Tonks asked, feigning ignorance. "I'm an artist. I believe you are in charge of the books, love."

"And what did you do before I arrived?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's all a bit hazy. I remember a tall blonde woman used to sit here. Always so angry looking."

"Oh I'm sure your aunt would love to hear that." Hermione took out her phone, "maybe I should text Cissy and tell her how much you appreciated her assistance."

"No!" Tonks lunged for the phone. "Do you want her to kill me? She may look prim and proper but she'd kick my ass right out from under me. No thank you." Tonks grabbed Hermione's phone with cat-like reflexes and held it hostage against herself until the brunette promised not to text anyone. "It's not like I didn't appreciate her," Tonks started backtracking her words, "it's just nobody can be as friendly as you." She ended her sentence with a wink and tossed Hermione's phone back to her as she made her way out the door lighting up a cigarette before she fully made it outside.

"Outside, Dora!" Bella warned from her current position, never lifting her head.

"You got it boss," she said, making a show of exhaling out of the door, exiting herself and plopping down on the bench outside the front door, shooting up her middle finger when her ass hit the seat.

"If I did love her, she'd have been out on her ass a long time ago," Bella smirked. "Always was an ornery little shit."

Hermione came over, taking Tonk's stool next to Bella. Placing a quick kiss on her girlfriend's cheek, she hummed, "hmm I wonder where she gets that from."

"I'm afraid it's the Black family curse. There is no cure unfortunately. Doomed to be ornery little shits until we die." Bella chuckled.

"Ahh," Hermione nodded, "but you are my ornery little shit and I wouldn't have you any other way."

Bella grumbled through a clear blush present on her cheeks. She put her machine down and picked up a bottle of cleaning solution that she squeezed over the client's tattoo, wiping it away with a clean paper towel. Checking the tattoo against her original design on her iPad, she noticed a few areas that still needed some work so she dipped her machine into a different shade of black and continued working. "Not long now," she said to her client who looked more or less in excruciatingly large amounts of pain. Bella looked up and noticed her discomfort. "How about we take a break? Here." Bella said reached into one of her cabinets and pulled out a spray bottle. "Let me put some on this numbing spray on you and when you come back, you won't feel anything."

"That sounds like heaven," the girl softly responded, feeling the sting of the numbing solution as it hit her fresh wounds.

"Okay, we will let that sit for about ten minutes then I'd say 20 minutes tops and you'll be walking out the front door." Bella smiled at her client who nodded vigorously and went to join Tonks for a smoke. "And you," she said, turning her attention to her girlfriend. "I'm so proud of you, my love." Bella leaned in and kissed her girlfriend with an underlying passion that made Hermione's stomach twist in the most delicious of ways. "Consider that a promise of things to come," Bella whispered against the brunette's lips as she slightly pulled away before either people outside came back in. "Now, when do I get to tattoo you?"

Hermione almost got whiplash from the change in conversation. "How do you expect to kiss me like that and go on with a normal conversation like nothing had happened?" The younger woman let out a frustrating breath. "It would be more appropriate to take me upstairs and have your way with me."

"Ahh, but what about my poor client? Surely we can't forget about her." Bella smirked.

"Fuck her. I'm horny and I require your full and able attention." Hermione pouted.

Bella chuckled a deep, throaty sound that didn't help the current state of Hermione's underwear. "As much as I'd love to, I have to finish up with her, then I have another quick appointment and I believe you wanted to get dinner with Ginny and Luna tonight. So," Bella leaned in and whispered against Hermione's ear, "I think you'll find a suitable change of underwear upstairs waiting for you, love. I'll be up when I've finished and we can head out." She pulled away and winked at her girlfriend. "Oh and figure out when you want your tattoo. I'm tired of waiting!" She called after her as she went out to see if her client was ready to start back up again.

"I need a cold shower," Hermione announced to no one as she quickly made her way up to their studio apartment.

Hermione was standing in the shower with the hot water cascading down her back as her head rested against the arm pressed into the cold tile wall. She wasn't even sure what time it was or how long she had been in the shower. After coming back to the studio, the brunette attempted to read some of the documents Minerva had given her before she left but that only lasted about an hour thanks to a certain curly haired woman who was overpowering every one of her thoughts. Hermione had planned on getting clean and dressed for the evening but her body had other plans. What was meant to be a quick and cold shower turned into a long, hot shower filled with deliciously filthy thoughts of Bellatrix. Standing in the glass shower with the doors starting to fog, Hermione was lost in a world of her own pleasure.

"Fuck," Hermione barely whispered out as her hand slowly worked down her soapy body stopping only momentarily to pull each of her stiff nipples. The small amount of relief wasn't nearly enough as her hand continued its downward path. "The things this woman does to me." Her breathing started to quicken even before she began properly touching herself. She raised her one leg up on the ledge of the shower, fingers met her slick bud. Slick with soap but exceedingly slick with desire, Hermione reached further down, stroking her slit a few times before bringing her hand back up to make quick, tight circles around her swollen clit. She moaned her relief from the constant pressure. Panting as the water rolled down her back, Hermione pushed two fingers deep inside of herself. Shuddering at the slick, wet feeling she encountered, she let out a long, low moan full of every desire coursing through her body. "Fuck, Bella…" Hermione bit her lip to keep from whimpering as she plummeted her fingers in and out of herself, the heel of her palm hitting her clit perfectly with every thrust. "Fuck… I'm going to cum." As she was picking up her speed, she heard the bathroom door open and looked over to see her girlfriend standing here watching the show.

"Uh huh, pet." Bella said in a deep husky tone. "You don't get to make yourself cum tonight. That's not your job. Only I get to do that." Bella opened the shower door, watching her girlfriend shake with need. "Be a good girl and take your fingers out."

"Then, get in here and fuck me." Hermione gasped trying to control her breathing after removing her fingers right on the edge of ecstasy.

"Oh," Bella pouted her bottom lip out. "But I can't do that," a hint of mischief twinkled in her eyes. "You see… we have a dinner date to keep. And it would be very irresponsible to cancel on them due to your current predicament." Bella tried to keep a smile from forming on her lips. "Come on out pet. You look sufficiently clean and I still need to get a quick shower." Bella held a towel out for Hermione. Hermione held back a whine as she grudgingly held her hand out, shut off the water and took the towel. "Oh, don't be too sad. I'll take care of your needs sufficiently tonight." Bella followed Hermione out into the bedroom, smirking the entire way. "Want to play a little game tonight?"

"What kind of game?" Hermione asked with a harsh underlying tone to her voice.

"The kind of game that will be fun for the both of us. Something new…"

Hermione was definitely intrigued by the jovial tone Bella was using. "You seem far too happy for me to agree to anything." Bella chuckled and shook her head going over to the dresser and holding up a pair of seemingly normal black lingerie. "What are you on about?"

"I want you to wear these." Bella looked as innocent as she possibly could.

"What's the catch?" Hermione asked, a little unsure. Surely it wasn't that simple. It was never that simple with the dark beauty in front of her.

"What makes you think there's a catch?" Bella placed her hand over her heart not really enhancing her innocence as she had intended.

"With you Bella," Hermione rolled her eyes, "there's always a catch."

"Well you see," Bella pulled something else out of the drawer, "these are special. They come with this." Bella held out a little remote control.

"Vibrating panties, really Bella?" Hermione shook her head. "You can't expect me to wear those to dinner with our friends."

"Oh no, I'm not expecting anything from you, darling. I was just asking if you wanted to play a game." Bella smirked. "You see… I've been dying to get you in these to see just how far I can push you." Bella handed the underwear to her girlfriend. "You don't have to put them on. Just think about it."

"Okay say I do put them on…" Hermione looked at the lingerie in her hands, "what's the game?"

"Well, if you can make it through dinner without cumming or having to run to the loo, I'll give you anything you want tonight." Bella say Hermione's eyebrow quirk. "But…"

"Go on."

"If you cum, things will be going my way tonight, pet." Bella had a smile come across her face that Hermione could only describe as painfully evil. "Think about it, love. I'll be in the shower." Bella cackled as she left Hermione standing in her towel looking at the underwear.

Bella wasn't entirely sure if Hermione had decided to wear the underwear but she grabbed the remote just in case. She'd have to find a good opportunity to test it out. She would be lying if she said she wasn't extremely excited with the possibility of this. They left the shop hand in hand after Bella tossed the spare keys to Tonks so she could lock up later. "So are we walking? Driving? Taking an Uber?" Hermione asked Bella, shaking the older woman out of her daydream.

"Oh, I'm driving. We are going to pick up the girls." Bella said, grabbing Hermione's hand tighter and pulling her along to her car. "Get in, love." She said opening the door for her girlfriend.

"Always a gentlewoman." Hermione winked, getting in. "Why didn't Ginny and Luna just meet us at the restaurant?" She questioned when Bella slid into her seat, fastened her safety restraint and started the engine.

"Oh well… Ginny mentioned something about it being too hot outside to walk and I could feel the guilt dripping from her voice for previously telling her to fuck off so I said we'd drive." Bella rolled her eyes dramatically. She reached over and placed her hand palm up on Hermione's thigh so they could lace their fingers together. "Hey, before we get to the house, I just wanted to tell you how proud I am that you got the job today. Minerva doesn't give handouts. This will be such a good experience for you." Bella looked over with a genuine smile on her face. "But you can't leave the shop. I might kill Dora if you go."

"I'm not planning on leaving. I need something to do with my spare time. I'm only working a few days a week. Plus, I like watching you work." Hermione squeezed her girlfriend's hand when she saw a blush on the other woman's cheeks. "So I'm ready for my tattoo anytime you're ready. Did you have any specific designs in mind? I want you to have full reign to do whatever you want. My body is your canvas."

Bella's eyes both widened and dilated at the thought. "Oh love, you have no idea what you just offered. You should rephrase that sentence before you end up covered in my work."

"Seriously, my body is your canvas. I trust you. Do you have any ideas?" Excitement was evident in the younger woman's voice.

"I just have so many ideas it's hard to decide what I want to do first. Anything you absolutely don't want?"

"Well I don't think I should show up on Monday with a satanic goat on my face or anything but no… honestly I haven't given it much though. I'm a Virgo… long term commitment isn't really our thing." Bella's eyebrow shot up. "I meant with permanent things on my body. I want you to give me a tattoo that you've always wanted to give to someone but never had the freedom to do it."

Bella's lipped quirked up into a soft smile as they rolled to a stop outside of Hermione's old

house. "All right. I think I have the perfect thing…" Bella honked the horn and their friends came down the drive up and hopped into the back seat. "Ladies." Bella offered a nonchalant greeting.

"Bella. It's lovely to see you again. Thanks for picking us up." Luna said in her normal airy tone.

"Your girlfriend didn't give me much of a choice but it's nice to see you as well." Bella started the car before adding, "Red I'm not so sure if it's nice seeing you yet or not. I'll let you know as the night goes on."

"Oh, you love me." Ginny laughed. Bella made a show of rolling her eyes before turning her attention back to the road.

The four women found themselves at a smaller family owned Italian restaurant somewhere between sit down casual and fancy dining. Hermione nervously looked at the menu knowing that the two college students sitting across the table would not be able to afford anything. She met eyes with Ginny who silently cast her a 'help us' look. Hermione gulped and looked at Bella figuring out how to broach the subject. They never really talked about money or Bella's seemingly free flowing funds and before she had a chance to say anything; it's as if Bella read her mind, "dinner's on me ladies. It's Hermione's big night after all. Order whatever you'd like. It's fine."

"How is it that you always have money?" Ginny asked boldly looking up from the rather pricing menu.

"Ginny!" Hermione kicked her friend in the shin and the redhead just stuck out her tongue, waiting for the dark haired woman to reply.

"Trust fund baby," was her simple answer. "But make no mistake, I've worked hard for all of my money including the money that I received from the sorry excuse for people who birthed me." She went back to her menu but felt a small hand on her thigh. It was a simple gesture that Bella came to learn meant that her girlfriend was there whenever she wanted to open up but tonight wasn't the night. No, tonight was about celebrating her girlfriend and her new job. When the waiter came by, Bella ordered a ridiculously expensive bottle of champagne, "it's a celebration is it not?" She smirked and the rest of the table turned to mundane conversation about school and social lives. When the waiter came back with the champagne, he ppl poured each of the women a glass and Bella proposed a toast, "to Hermione, the brightest and most driven person I have ever had the pleasure to meet. You are going to be a brilliant psychologist and nobody can ever doubt that," Bella turned and looked directly at her girlfriend, "I love you." Clearing her throat, she turned back to the group and raised her glass, "to Hermione!" Bella shook her head and took a drink from her flute. She was having a hard time comprehending just where this soft in public side was coming from, time to change up the game. She lightly fingered the remote in her pocket before smirking when she saw the waiter approaching to take their order. Ginny, Luna and Bella had ordered their meals and when Hermione opened her mouth to speak, Bella took a chance and pushed the button on the remote.

"Ahhhhhhh," came from Hermione's mouth when it opened and she shifted slightly in her chair but gave no other indication of what was happening. "Ah hmm, everything looks delicious." She gulped. "Uhh," the underwear stopped vibrating and she internally sighed. "I'll have the chicken parm. Thank you." She reached down, grabbed her menu and Bella pushed the remote again. Hermione lurched forward slightly but was able to control herself enough to hand her menu to the waiter.

After he left, Ginny turned to her friend, "are you feeling okay Mione? You look a little flushed."

Hermione shook her head trying to stave off having to speak. The underwear was pressed right against her clit, giving her the much needed friction she had been searching for all day. Before anything could happen, the motion stopped and Hermione shook her head. "She's fine," Bella reassured the other women. "She's just vibrating with excitement over her new job." Hermione shot Bella a look that surely would've made anyone else worried. "So, you were talking about classes?" Bella tried to turn the conversation away from Hermione. The brunette crossed her legs and continued talking to her friends, not giving Bella the pleasure of acknowledging what just happened. The younger woman was now determined not to lose. Bella wasn't having any of this, she turned her attention back to Hermione. Placing her hand on her thigh, she gently rubbed circles up her thigh, cresting higher and higher until she felt Hermione lace their fingers together, squeezing a little too hard to be playful and just pinching enough to be a silent warning. Bella chuckled quietly to herself. The older woman was doing her best to engage in the conversation with everyone. She did enjoy the company of the two women sat across from her but she was more interested in teasing Hermione.

"Soccer is starting back up. Practices are going to be four days a week, kill me. Please." Ginny dramatically sighed.

"You know you love it. If you didn't, nobody could stop you from quitting." Luna patted her girlfriend's hand that was resting on the table. "So when do you start the new job?"

"Mondaaaaaaayyyy," Hermione answered, jerking her hips forward slightly when the vibrations returned. "I start on Monday," she recovered quickly, getting used to the vibrations. It wasn't an unwelcome feeling, it just made Hermione slightly uncomfortable in front of her friends but to her knowledge they had no idea what was happening.

"Are you going to get to work with Bella?" Ginny asked.

"Probably not. That's a conflict of interest." Luna said, "see I paid attention in class." She smiled brightly at Hermione who nodded vigorously.

"Oh yes…" Hermione let out a little too breathy. "Yes. A conflict of interest." She pressed her core down harder onto the vibrator slightly grinding down, trying to get any amount of relief she could before Bella turned them all.

"All right, love?" Bella said, offering her girlfriend a shit eating grin before stopping the remote.

"Yes." She glared at her girlfriend. "I'm just very, VERY hungry right now." She leaned in closer so only Bella could hear, "you are playing with fire." When the flustered girl pulled away she saw her girlfriend giving her a 'who me?' look that aggravated her to no end. Hermione saw the waiter coming back, "oh look. Dinner."

The women ate in a combination of pleasant conversation and comfortable silence. To her surprise, Bella hadn't fucked with the remote for the duration of dinner, letting the younger woman enjoy her celebration meal in peace. After dinner the women were enjoying some coffee and dessert when Luna and Ginny had to excuse themselves to go to the loo. "You are evil," Hermione turned to look at her girlfriend. "These," she ground her clit down onto the vibrator that Bella had switched back on, "are evil." She moaned quietly, hitting the perfect rhythm. "Don't turn it off, please…" Hermione whispered quietly, leaning over talking into Bella's ear. "I'm absolutely soaked and desperate to cum. I've been a good girl all dinner. I need this." Hermione whimpered desperately, leaning into the older woman. "Please… please just let me cum. I'll do absolutely anything you want." Hermione sounded absolutely gone. The desperation Bella heard in her voice made her eyes darken and the need to please her girlfriend took over her. She clicked off the remote and heard a silent whine of protest. "Bella…"

"Let's go. The bet is off. I need to fuck you, now." Bella all but growled, grasping the back of her neck and bringing Hermione's face to her lips as she devoured her with needy kisses. She moaned deeply into the older woman's mouth as Bella's tongue moved along in a devilish dance the younger woman had come to love. "You've been such a good girl and deserve to be fucked any way you want." Bella let go of Hermione's neck and took out her wallet. She threw a stack of 50 pound notes on the table. "There. That should cover it." The high pitch desperate air to Bella's voice was something she had never heard before.

"The girls…" Hermione said, pointing towards the bathroom. "We drove them."

Bella growled and took her wallet back out, "for an uber." She threw another 50 pound note onto the table by Ginny's plate. "Text her. We are leaving." Hermione barely had enough time to send an apology text to Ginny, mentioning the money for the Uber before Bella had grabbed her by the hand and started walking her towards the exit. She handed the valet slip to the man outside and he brought their car around. Hermione's phone dinged and she read the text from Ginny.

8:40pm

Have fun fucking. Let me know how you enjoyed those underwear. I've been thinking about getting a pair for Luna. Thanks for dinner and the Uber money. Don't let her fuck your to death.

"She knew," Hermione's look of horror had Bella cackling as the man drove up with their car.

"Of course she knew, pet." Bella opened the younger woman's door and ushered her inside. "You weren't exactly inconspicuous." Hermione's face blanched, wondering if the other patrons had noticed. "Relax, I requested a table in the back on purpose. Nobody else knew." Bella saw her shoulders relax before starting the car and pulling away, "now, put on your safety restraint, we have places to be. Maybe if you are lucky… I'll let you tie me up tonight."

To be continued…