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Ratings - I'd say this is for a more mature audience, use your discretion, if something makes you uncomfortable feel free to put down the story or message me if needed! Sex. Drugs. Rock n' Roll…. Also some minor violent scenes.

I also don't have a beta….. I'm bad with fish.

Chapter 5 - There's no lyric prompt for this little thing, but enjoy!

Bella x Hermione

"Bellatrix."

"Granger."

The two women exchanged a curt nod as they were forced to be seated across each other through the kitchen. It had been nearly a week since the incident and neither of them had left their respective spaces since. Hermione remained in her study at all times, while Bella locked herself in her chambers. Now here they were seated in the kitchen on either sides of Andromeda because she had decided that no one was to receive food until the issue was resolved.

Andromeda was the first to break the silence that had stretched across the marble countertop. "Will you two quit it already?"

"Quit what Andy?" The eldest witch looked at her sister with wide, innocent eyes.

Andromeda however was not having it. "Quit it… this… awkwardness. Whatever it is! It's disturbing."

Part of Hermione felt a twinge of guilt for irritating the Brunette, after all, Andromeda was being so kind by offering her a space to temporarily live in after the war had ended. She took a breath and begged her mind to remain calm, to push all thoughts of what had happened earlier in the week out of her head. She hadn't mean to witness it, she just did. If she were to be completely honest with herself though, she wasn't upset, she's wasn't angry, she just didn't know how to proceed with the news.

"Hermione?"

The youngest witch quickly snapped out of her thoughts. "Sorry Andromeda, what were you saying?"

Andromeda raised an eyebrow and looked between the two women. "You not leaving this room til you sort it out-"

The cup of tea in front of Bellatrix was brought down hard against the tabletop. "ANDY-"

"QUIET BELLA. My decision is final." The woman stood from her chair and walked toward the door. "And don't think about cursing your way through the locks. This is my house, and it's magic will listen to me. I suggest you cooperate accordingly." And with that, the door slammed shut, and Hermione was left alone with the eldest sister.

She took a breath and forced herself to face the raven-haired witch. Bellatrix was staring at the cup in front of her. Her shoulders were slightly slouched, the bags under her eyes more pronounced, her lip jutting out into her signature pout. She looked vulnerable. It didn't last for long, the moment she felt Hermione's eyes on her she straightened up into a more hostile position. Dark piercing eyes continued to stare Hermione down.

The young witch rarely felt small in anyone's presence anymore, yet Bellatrix was able to shrink her into a door mouse.

Hermione was the first to back out of eye contact. She quickly looked at her own cup of tea. She picked up the silver spoon in front of her again stirred her tea for what seemed to be the thousandth time. Realizing that she would have to be the one to break the silence, she lowered her spoon and looked up once more.

Bellatrix now perched herself on top of the counter, feet dangling and facing away from Hermione.

The younger witch sat up straighter in her chair. "It's okay-"

"Don't." The older witch snapped.

"Okay." Hermione sighed, thinking back to the whole mess that created this standoff.

She hadn't meant to walk into it. She had just wanted to ask Bella to join her and Andy in the library after dinner. As she approached the eldest witch's room however, she heard a whimpering, almost as if someone was in pain. She took several steps closer and she the door was a centimeter ajar. Without even pausing to think, Hermione pushed the door an inch or two more- and froze.

Bellatrix was naked.

Completely naked and sprawled wide open on her bed. The woman's black curls glistened in the evening light that streamed through the window, her skin was pristine against the dark sheets. Her breasts heaved as she struggled for breath, rosy buds were stiffened in arousal. Hermione's eyes tried to take in the woman's body whole body, until she reached the center of Bellatrix's thighs, where her left hand was knuckle deep inside of her writhing body.

Hermione quite literally froze in her tracks. No amount of force could pull her away, until-

"Mione-" The moan that escaped the dark witch as she reached her orgasm was the most primal thing the young brunette had ever heard. She felt streams of fire shoot straight to her core. Hermione. That was her name. She let out a soft gasp as the realization sunk in.

Bellatrix froze. She whipped her thin hand away to reach for her wand and-

She had closed the door as soon as she felt Bellatrix notice her. They hadn't so much as been near each other until Andromeda stuck them in here this morning. The older witch was refraining from hexing the daylights out of her thankfully, but it was still extremely uncomfortable to be trapped in the kitchen.

"Um… Andy was right you know. We should fix… this." The brunette stood from her chair.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Bella-"

The older witch jumped off the counter and made her way to the door, pounding on it furiously. She twisted the knob once, twice, three times- then it popped off its handle. "FUCK!" The witch slammed her fist against the door once more, but it was futile.

"For Merlin's sake…" Hermione stormed towards the screaming witch and spun her around, only to soften upon seeing her heart-shaped face.

Bellatrix's eyes were wide. Hermione wasn't sure if she had been imagining it, but a brief flash of pain flashed through the woman's features.. Or was it fear?

"WHAT?!" She pushed Hermione away from her. "What do you want?!"

Something sparked in Hermione's chest. It wouldn't do either of them any good to continue their silent battle. It was time for her little Gryffindor to shine through. "Bellatrix, you will not scream at me like that." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and furrowed her brow like she had seen Minerva do so many times at Hogwarts.

Bellatrix was motionless, she had never been this close in proximity to the girl since the incident. She took in the sight of Hermione's scrunched up face and haughtily raised chin and deemed it rather…. well… it was causing her to feel… probably not what either witch had intended.

"Let's just get it out in the open," Hermione forced herself to keep going, even though it felt like her chest was about the explode, "I saw… I heard you. Last week."

Blood was rising to Bellatrix's cheeks and she suddenly became aware that there was no escape. Hermione knew.

"I'm sorry."

"Granger-"

"Really, I'd like to apologize for intruding-"

"No, I-"

"It was your private space and I completely diregar-"

"Merlin Hermione. Stop." The older witch moved closer to Hermione. "Look at me. What do you see?"

The younger woman looked into Bellatrix's eyes for a moment, reading nothing but questions. She took in the woman's dark eyes, which were actually an earthy brown, her full lips, her aristocratic cheekbones. Bellatrix had forgone her traditional black dress and instead wore a thin emerald night gown, Andromeda had probably woken her just before locking them up. She no longer saw the woman who tortured her mercilessly at the Malfoy Manor a year ago.

"I see Bellatrix Black."

The older witch then took a step back in disbelief. "Are you foolish? Do you not see this?" She motioned down to her left forearm where the dark mark once was. Only a silvery outline remained.

Hermione moved forward, "I see Bellatrix Black."

Bellatrix stepped back again, until her back was pressed against the kitchen countertop. "You don't get it, do you? I'm Bellatrix Lestrange.. You'd have to be completely out of your mind to…"

"I promise you I'm quite sane." The younger witch placed her hand against the other woman's cheek. In return she felt a thin hand wrap around the back of her own. The witches expression unreadable. "As are you."

"Hermione. They're called fantasies for a reason-"

Hermione closed the space between them by pressing her lips against Bellatrix's. Fingers trailed up Bellatrix's spine and became entangled with her hair. The older woman broke from her trance and returned the kiss feverishly. Something roared within the pit of her stomach as she became aware of the reality of the situation. Bellatrix broke it off, needing to be sure what the girl meant by this.

Hermione cupped Bellatrix's jaw with a gentle hand, breathing heavily. "I was thinking, we should make them a reality."

The older witch blinked for a second before diving towards the girl. Their lips crashed furiously, a mess of teeth and tongue. The heady smell of Bergamot filled Hermione's head as the two witches breathed each other's air. Warm lips. Hot breath. Hermione tugged Bellatrix's bottom lip into her own mouth and sucked on it before biting down with her teeth. The older witch let out a moan that rattled Hermione's core.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and suddenly the ground beneath her disappeared. The only physical presence was Bellatrix. All over her- until she found herself being dropped onto the dark green sheets of Bellatrix's bed. But she didn't have any time to be amazed by Bellatrix's strength, or her ability to apparate while lifting her, because the witch was at her neck. Bellatrix was leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. This time it was Hermione who moaned, which earned her a set of sharp teeth sinking into the flesh between her shoulder and neck.

She pulled Bellatrix even closer to her, so the older witch was fully pressed up against the girl, a silk-clad thigh between Hermione's own covered legs- until Bellatrix threw off both of their clothes with a wave of wandless magic. A cry loud enough to rattle the bed echoed out of both witches mouths as Hermione's entire sex was suddenly spread out against Bella's creamy thigh.

"Fuck Granger." Bellatrix ground out, as Hermione ground against her. They locked eye contact with each other. The feeling of Bellatrix's arms around her dropped, and replaced with her hands cupping Hermione small breasts. Bella kissed her again, twisting her nipples into the best kind of pain- but Hermione had other plans. With all her strength, she flipped them over until it was her own thigh finding Bella's sweet spot. The older witch cried as her wetness was slick against the brunette.

Hermione moved her way down Bellatrix's body, dropping kisses onto every surface. Nipping at her skin while fingernails raked down her back. She cupped Bella's breasts, and groaned at the image of a goddess before her.

"Let me touch you." Hermione thought her words sounded more like a prayer than a request.

Bellatrix's eyes were burning with desire. She let out a soft growl and pulled at Hermione's hair, so their lips crashed together once more.

A soft circling around her clit made Bellatrix's hips buck up and break the kiss. Hermione moved further down Bella's body, and switched her fingers in favour of her tongue. Feeling Bella's flesh. Tasting her. All while plunging two fingers into the woman's warmth. Pulsing in and out while Bellatrix pulled her hair and let out howls of pleasure. Both women sweaty, slick with the other's wetness on their own bodies. Bellatrix was panting, gasping for breath and Hermione added a third finger and thrust knuckle-deep into the woman's writhing body. The brunette could feel Bella's walls pulsing around her fingers, her clit stiffened in arousal.

"HERMIONE GRANGER!" Bellatrix's voice sliced through Hermione like a hot knife. Both women came apart at the same time, hips bucking, shaking, holding onto each other as Hermione slid her fingers out and wrapped her arms around the older witch's body. She rested her head against the dark-haired witch's chest, inhaling her smell. Hermione could feel the pounding of Bellatrix's pulse. She could her the faint thumps of a heartbeat. She wasn't sure who's heartbeat it was. But Hermione didn't want to end this spell of tranquility. She had fought with the witch for far too long to go back to when they were stuck together by the ministry. She couldn't handle this witch breaking again, she was fairly sure Bellatrix would end up breaking them both…

They lay together for only a minute or so until Bellatrix sharply pulled back, the situation dawning on her.

It was Hermione who spoke first. "Andy-"

"Is not to be mentioned." Bellatrix's eyes flashed dangerously. "You're killing the mood pet."

The older woman was on top of her in a flash, her raven coloured curls falling over Hermione as she straddled the young witch.

Hermione couldn't help the laughter that fell out of her mouth, thoroughly confused at the older witch's words.

Bellatrix sensed this, and looked at her young witch with a devilish grin in place, "Up for round two Granger?"

Andromeda moved towards the doors of the kitchen. "YOU TWO HAVE BETTER FIGURED OUT WHATEVER IT WAS… that you had been arguing about…" The kitchen was empty.

How curious. She hoped the two witches hadn't obliterated each other in a duel. She couldn't even imagine what happened between them. Her sister never avoided a problem until-

"HERMIONE GRANGER!" The sound of Bellatrix's cry at the top of her lungs seemed alarming. Andromeda's eyes widened as she realized-

MERLIN.

And she apparated right out of the house, and over to Malfoy Manor, intending to gossip with her youngest sister.