Warning: Sexy times ahead.
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Chapter Twenty-Four
March 7th…
"Safeword." It's a gasp between moans.
Nails dance across soft skin, scraping downwards, marking new territory. She has the witch pinned between the wall, two strong fingers holding her chin tightly. Prey caught, Bella isn't sure she will ever let the witch go again. Gasping, Hermione's hands are roaming searching. She's had her fun, now it's our turn.
"Bella," The word sends a shiver down her spine. "Safeword, what is it?"
Her lips latch above the pulse point, teeth marking, a groan escaping pale lips. Flushed cheeks, Hermione's a withering mess in her arms. Rutting against her thigh searching for completion. Hermione may have made her beg, but for the rest of the night, Bella is going to make the witch scream.
"Pineapple," Bella whispers smirking at the chuckle from the witch.
"Pineapple?" A giggle, it's mesmerising.
"Yours?" Bella demands pulling away.
The wetness on her thigh, the whimper from Hermione as she falls forward. Hunger in her eyes, the witch is following, stalking Bella as she leads them to the bedroom. Turning, she raises an eyebrow and pauses before the bed, waiting for the answer.
"Foliage." Hermione replies.
Bella winces at the random word shaking her head, she ignores the smile on the younger witch's face. God, she wants to see the witch come apart, break apart in her arms. To fuck her to oblivion, until Hermione is unable to walk.
"Foliage it is." Bella agrees. "You know I can be rough?"
Last chance to back out, Bella is giving Hermione the option to retreat. She waits for the witch to change her mind, waits for Hermione to retreat. The words have the opposite effect, those hazel eyes darken, a perfect reflection of Bella's black eyes.
"I'm betting on it." Hermione whispers finger trailing between Bella's breasts. "Hoping so."
"Good," Bella whispers drawing the witch in for a kiss.
It's sweet innocent, a lazy twirling of tongues, the gentle nip of teeth. The body in her arms relax, as she moves them angling the witch closer to the bed. Worshipping the witch's mouth, ignoring the hands that seek extra.
"I warned you."
She breaks the kiss hazel eyes narrowing in suspicion. They widen in shock, the ropes lashing out as they curl around wrists, stealing a cry of shock. Dragging Hermione backwards, until she's crashing against the bed. Arms bound above her head, she's beautiful, spread for Bella to do as she pleases.
"Fuck," Hermione whispers tugging on the ropes. "How?"
"Safeword, what is it?" Bella asks strolling around the end of the bed.
"Bella…" A moan as the witch tugs at her bonds.
Smack.
A gasp, the sting from the smack to the thigh, the twist of a nipple Hermione bucks.
"Foliage."
"Good."
Climbing onto the bed, it takes everything in her power not to kiss the witch, her hands twirl, bonds gripping her ankles. Star-shaped, bare for the world to see. Flushed chest heaving, Hermione watches Bella crawl up from the end of the bed. Pausing between the junction of her thighs. Licking her lips, she waits with bated breath as nails ghost across her thighs.
"The times I've wanted to bind you," Bella whispers darkly, hand drifting downwards. "The times you would strut around naked."
"Why didn't you?" Hermione demands. "Too chicken?"
A smile, sadistic it graces her red lips. Her fingers part wet folds, ignoring the goading from the witch. She plays with the bundle of nerves, rubbing absently as she leans across the restrained Hermione. Nipping at the earlobe, she feels the witch buck beneath her.
"Don't taunt," Bella murmurs. "Not when you're so vulnerable."
"Please," Hermione scoffs turning her head to try to steal a kiss. "As if your bonds can hold me."
"And here I was playing nice." Bella tuts.
With a shake of the head she leans back observing, she was being so nice.
"Do you want me to show you what to do?" Hermione goads moving her hips. "With your hand, or would you prefer another demonstration."
Tutting, Bella moves off the bed heading to the cupboard she knows exactly where Hermione keeps her toys. A groan of pain escapes pale lips, the witch twitching on the bed.
"I should have warned you," Bella remarks digging through the toys. "If you use magic, well the bonds will hex you."
"Bella," A moan. "This isn't fair."
She pulls the dildo free, smiling mischievously as she wanders back to the bed. Sliding into the pants, she secures the dildo. Shivering as she touches the end. The enchanted dildo. Tonight, just keeps getting better. Running her hand through wet folds, she lubricates the purple head, as she sucks a nipple into her mouth.
Nails bite into the skin, dragging downwards. She leaves a trail of wet kisses from one nipple to the other kissing and sucking. Her fingers slip into wet depths, a groan escaping her lips. Hermione's inner walls clutching her fingers holding her captive and adjusting to the intrusion. She begins to pump, capturing panting lips. Her tongue sweeps, dominating and exploring, her fingers twisting making her hips arch.
A groan as she pulls her fingers free, she doesn't wait. Aligning the head of the dildo, she slips it in. She falls to her elbows breaking the kiss the heat, the warmth is overwhelming. Walls twitch, she pauses catching her breath dragging her hand through Hermione's hair.
"Alright?" Bella asks nuzzling Hermione's collarbone.
"Please don't stop," Hermione begs.
Smiling, Bella releases Hermione's bound ankles as one hand grabs the headboard, she shifts her legs. Diving deep as Hermione hooks her legs around Bella's back. They set a pace, brutal pounding pace as the headboard crashes against the wall. The loud moans coming from the witch are overwhelming and Bella almost loses rhythm.
"Bella!" Panting gasps fill the room as hands pull at the restraints. "I want to touch you!"
Fine, she releases the bonds for now. Nails scratch at her back one hand bracing against the headboard. The creaking, the shaking of the bed, the cries of pleasure from the witch in her arms. It's music to her ears. Fuck. A loud moan as Hermione breaks first, her walls clenching, climaxing, causes Bella to come.
Sweaty, Bella catches her breath rocking her hips slightly, a moan from the witch beneath her. Refusing to leave heaven, she rocks her hips again the twitch from the aftershocks. So tight. The walls are clamped around her, dragging the witch to a kiss. She feels Hermione relax around her.
"It's been a while," Hermione breathes breaking the kiss, chest heaving.
Smiling, Bella leans back rolling her hips, a groan as she twists a nipple. The pace is slow but deep. A slap to the thigh, a whimper. She licks the bead of sweat trailing between her breasts. Her hand curls around the pale neck, flexing, a squeeze. Eyes roll back. Interesting. She picks up the pace, hand pinning Hermione to the bed by her neck.
Let's see. A hex leaves her lips, a scream piercing the night, and the walls clamp as Hermione hits her second orgasm. With a raised eyebrow, she releases the neck with a sharp inhale. Bewildered eyes turn to Bella.
Pulling the dildo free, Bella manoeuvres the nimble body beneath her. A moan of disappointment from Hermione as the dildo pops free. A kiss to the cheek, reassurance.
"We're nowhere near done," Bella warns.
She's obsessed, she knows this. It's too late to ever turn back, she wants Hermione. Every inch of her. The scream. She needs to hear that scream again, needs to feel the witch come apart around her once more. First, though, she's going to make the witch work for it.
Confused eyes blink down at Bella as she places the pants around Hermione's hips. The wet purple head sitting to attention. The bonds reappear sneaking around weak ankles and wrists.
"Bella," Hermione mumbles.
"I thought you could do with a rest," Bella coos.
A shake of the head from Hermione as Bella lowers herself down on the waiting appendage. A groan escapes both witches. Hands strain against the bonds wanting to touch needing to touch. Smiling, Bella flexes her walls, watching the effect it has on the witch at her mercy. Desperate, Hermione's trying to break free of her bonds, the need to touch, to feel, her eyes blown.
Slow, Bella begins to ride, the angle hitting deep, it's delightfully, painfully slow. Each thrust hits deep, each thrust driving Hermione mad. A whisper, a moan. Unrecognisable words spill from the younger witch's lips as Bella rides the appendage. Oh, it's going to be a good night.
March 7th
06:22 am…
The cold stirs her awake she rolls over hand patting the empty bed. Frowning, she blinks studying the light streaming into the room searching for Hermione. The flush of the toilet relaxes her the shiver from the cool air. She left her wand downstairs along with her clothes. A curse leaves Hermione's lips as she stumbles into the room tripping over something on the floor.
The bed dips as Hermione slinks back under the covers cold hands searching for Bella. Smiling, Bella drags the witch close, a naked thigh slipping between hers, the warmth appearing out of nowhere.
"I gathered our clothes and wands." Hermione states burrowing into Bella.
"Ah," Bella hums.
Never has she felt so warm, so satisfied, Hermione holding her buried in her arms. The feeling of the witch next to her, the idea she gets to wake up with the younger woman, to start their day together fills her with excitement. Usually, she dreads the next morning, sharing breakfast, and talking idly, but with Hermione, it feels different.
"I love you…" A whisper drifts in the room evaporating in the light.
Swallowing, Bella's eyes snap open she feels the moment Hermione falls asleep. The fight or flight response kicks in the urge to grab her clothes and scarper from the room. She ignores the urge, the fear of committing she pushes it away. She already knew of Hermione's love for her, but she's yet to return the endearment. Does she love Hermione? Yes. Is she in love with the witch? She doesn't know. She's not sure what it means to be in love. But she knows there's no chance of leaving.
She's obsessed. Especially after last night. Even if Hermione told her to stay away, to never return a part of her fears to the truth. She wouldn't be able to. She's not strong enough to stay away, and will never be able to leave the witch. Fuck, she'd burn the world before she even considered leaving.
Am I as bad as Riddle? The thought plagues her. She'd never be able to let Hermione go. The idea of going back to work fills her with dread. She wants to watch observe from the sidelines, and follow Hermione. What if something happens if she's not here? No. No. Stop, Hermione is more than capable of looking after herself.
Inhaling, Bella tightens her grip on the witch. She doesn't know love, she knows possession, and obsession she's a therapist's golden ticket. They'd probably admit her if they could read her thoughts. She'd kill any of Hermione's potential lovers and it scares her. This need, this compulsion she has for the witch.
I can see why Riddle became obsessed. No, they're not the same. Bella just wants to keep Hermione safe. I just want her for myself. Her hand pauses on its reassuring pattern, the light in the room illuminating the scarring on Hermione's back. The burn mark is forever engraved on Hermione.
"Hey," A murmur from Hermione as she stirs awake. "You okay?"
"Not able to sleep," Bella replies turning to meet hazel eyes, she brushes the hair out of the witch's face.
"I can help with that." Hermione whispers.
Frowning, Bella watches the witch slink beneath the sheets. Hands parting her thighs, tongue sinking deep. Fuck. All worries flee her mind, and her hand tangles in Hermione's hair pushing the witch closer to her core. A moan slips from her lips, fingers probing, slipping deep. She's insatiable.
Panting, she stares at the ceiling, she's never had so many orgasms in her life. Hermione is leaning against her sucking her fingers, licking herself clean like a cat. Purring in content.
"I think I'm obsessed," Hermione admits her fingers trailing across Bella's sweaty chest.
"I thought it was just me," Bella replies.
"I want to go again." Hermione smiles eyes dropping down the sheets.
Well, Bella won't say no.
March 10th…
1:13 PM
The bell rings above the door Bella scowls at the bell, she wishes Hermione hadn't reattached the bloody thing. Shrugging off her cloak, she pauses in the middle of the doorway staring around the unusually busy shop. A collection of strangers huddled around two tables writing, debating and unusually animated.
Ginny is lounging behind the desk flicking through magazines, waving absently at Bella. She's not even sure if Ginny gets paid anymore, or if the witch prefers spending time at the bookshop to avoid Mrs Weasley faffing over her. The bump has become more noticeable as the due date grows close.
"Your early," Ginny remarks glancing over the magazine. "Late lunch?"
"Alright mother," She tries to remain passive but the snarky reply irks the witch.
"Oh, you're here to hump like bunnies." Ginny jests.
"Like you can talk." Bella judges glancing at the bump. "Where's Hermione?"
"In her flat, the new bed arrived."
Wincing at the accusing tone, Bella heads to the flat, ignoring the judging gaze. They had broken Hermione's bed, and Bella had offered to buy a new one. Technically it was her fault the bed broke. The usual excitement she feels is absent as she wanders up the stairs.
Nudging the door open she stops, staring at the mass pile of books. Hermione scribbles furiously at the kitchen table. Rejected notes are screwed up and thrown on the floor. She's missed something, Bella knows she's missed something. She hasn't seen the witch properly in a couple of days as she has been working nights. Crashing in Hermione's bed, the odd sex as they both woke at unsociable hours. Hermione creeps around the flat so as not to wake her in the morning, a quick kiss as Bella went off to work.
Hermione had found a new obsession, Bella just hasn't found the right time to ask the witch what was taking her fancy. Stepping into the room, she studies the books on law piled on the table. The quill pauses, confused eyes regarding Bella, before turning to the clock.
"Hey," Hermione greets with a warm smile. "Is my clock broken again?"
Turning to the clock, Bella sighs shrugging out of her blazer she sinks into the empty chair.
"No, it's correct," Bella reassures picking up a piece of paper.
"Oh, lunch break?" Hermione asks stretching. "Do you want to go out? We could go to the new pub?"
"What's all this?" Bella questions ignoring the question.
She doesn't feel like going out, a small part of her wants to curl up in bed and cry. A very small part that she hates, the large part of her wants to scream. Curse, to throw spells, to destroy anything in sight.
"Your deflecting," Hermione realises placing her quill down. "What's wrong."
"Oh not much," Bella shrugs, depressed, she's depressed. No, she's angry. "I've just got some time on my hand, want help?"
"Bella," A warm hand slides across the table encasing Bella's cold one. "What's wrong?"
"I'm on garden leave," Bella answers refusing to meet hazel eyes.
"You've been suspended?" The hand falls away the chair toppling backwards. "Why? How long for?"
"Couple of weeks," Bella answers.
"Bullshit," Hermione snaps. "What on earth for… This isn't because of me, please don't tell me this is my doing?"
"No, it's because I dated a serial killer," Bella replies pursing her lips. "Head Auror dating a serial killer doesn't install faith."
"That's…" Fuming, the witch is pacing. "That's just shit. No, we're not taking this."
We? Bella smiles at the endearment as she watches Hermione pace the room. Her mind ticking over, running through different scenarios.
"There's nothing to be done," Bella answers.
"Bull." Pacing again hand tapping against a thigh. "I have a connection I can run through, I can get a judge to overrule the judgement. I can get you back to work tomorrow. Failing that, I have, hold on."
Rising to her feet, Bella wanders after Hermione as she digs through some books. Pausing she pulls out a fake book, unlocking the secret safe, she pulls out a folder.
"Who's leading the investigation? Sod that, I can get to Kingsley I have enough to make him change his mind."
"You have something on Shacklebot… No, never mind I don't want to know." Bella replies pushing the envelope away. "Let this go."
"No, you're a victim in this," Hermione argues. "You shouldn't be punished for this."
"I'm not," Bella reasons. "Look, I'm angry, so angry. But, this needs to happen. They need to investigate this I need to be cleared otherwise it'll impact the trial."
Furious, Hermione throws the envelope back in the secret book before locking it away. Bella watches the witch try to keep her temper in check. Heavens, Bella knows she could release Hermione, the witch would have the investigation overturned in a second. The idea, Hermione would burn bridges to restore Bella's reputation makes her heart beat a little bit faster.
"I can kill him," The words whispered, a hiss of darkness on their tale.
"Hermione,"
"It'll look like suicide, I can make this all go away for you."
Calm, neutral even, those hazel eyes are calculated, the plan formulated. Azkaban is a fortress, but right now Bella knows Hermione could make Riddle disappear. It's terrifying to see the change in the witch, Hermione is willing to kill to keep Bella happy. This shouldn't excite me as much as it does.
"You wouldn't kill him to protect yourself, but you'd kill for me?" Bella reasons.
"I'd do anything for you." A dark promise.
"Then stay," Bella whispers stroking Hermione's cheek. "Let justice do its thing."
"I don't trust in justice,"
"I know, but trust me."
"He doesn't get to harm your reputation, everything you built."
"He won't,"
She places a kiss on pale lips stealing any objection from the witch. Arms encircling the witch's waist she pulls her close, deepening the kiss. The warmth rushing through her desire coiling in the pit of her stomach. She had arrived depressed, but now the excitement is coursing through her veins.
"What are you working on?" Bella asks breaking the kiss.
"You don't want me to help with your frustrations?" Hermione offers running her finger along the buttoned shirt.
"You put the bed up?"
"Ugh, no."
"It can wait." Bella smiles. "What's with the group downstairs?"
Huffing, Hermione breaks the hug, throwing a longing look to the bedroom she leads the way back to the table.
"You remember the fire down the road,"
"Hard to forget," Bella states hunting in the fridge for food. "What of it?"
"The community centre was damaged in the fire. Now last week, the council decided it wasn't going to reinvest in a new one. So, we're fundraising."
"Fundraising?"
"Yep," Hermione replies popping the 'p'. "I've got an appointment with the Ministry in a few days to lobby for permission to build a new community centre. The group downstairs they're preparing flyers and leaflets and we're going to target the local community to help with the fundraising. Ginny has managed to secure me a few tickets to a Quidditch event, I have a few contacts with a local gallery we're going to do fundraising night. Some of them are talented, we're going to sell some works to raise awareness and the cash."
"Won't building a community centre cost quite a bit?" Bella asks.
"Yes, so the idea is simple. We need to raise a quarter of what we need to build the centre, once we have the money. With the permission, we will then forge a charity and use the money to get a loan. I've drawn up some plans to help the funds keep coming in to keep the charity operational and the mortgage paid."
Stepping close to the table, Bella stares at the large binder opening it she flicks through the pages. The extensive detail in the business plan, the ideas, and the fundraising ideas make her mind hurt. The ten-page essay is on the table, lobbying for the ministry to permit the centre to open.
"You did all this?" Bella wonders aloud.
"Most of it," Hermione answers. "You want to help?"
"This is political," Bella remarks wincing. "You know I can't get involved."
"I know, but you can use glue, can't you?"
"Yes."
Hermione doesn't answer, grabbing Bella's wrist she drags her from the flat, back down the stairs to the shop. Pausing at one of the tables, she's thrown into one of the spare seats. Curious eyes turn to gaze at her.
"Bella would like to help," Hermione announces hand pressed against Bella's shoulder holding her in place.
"That's brilliant!" A young witch announces joy clapping her hand. "You can help me."
Dragging her chair closer the young witch pulls the paper in front of them. Dragging Bella's hand she hands her the scissors. With a giant smile on the girl's face, the table resumes its idle chatter.
"We need to capture people's eye," The girl smiles. "So, I've added butterflies to my flyer."
"It's pretty," Bella forces out.
"Isn't it!"
"Bella likes pineapples," Hermione offers smirking at Bella, the words making her core twitch. "Maybe she could add one to her flyer."
"I love pineapples." The girl chuckles. "I'm Ashley."
"Lovely to meet you," Bella replies accepting the handshake.
Smiling, she lets the young girl guide her to making a flyer, listening to the idle chatter. It's not as bad as she thought it would be, the group discussing their hopes for the new centre. Their faith in Hermione, she can hear Hermione pacing at times in her flat. Sitting amongst the young adults, the old centre volunteers, Bella can only imagine the stress Hermione must be suffering. If she fails at this, all these vulnerable adults will be without a place of refuge.
"What do you do?" Ashley asks.
"I'm an Auror."
"No! That's wicked."
"It is."
"Have you ever duelled?"
"I have, many times."
"Ah, Marty, Bella can duel!"
"No way!"
"Could you teach us?"
"You don't know how to duel?" Bella asks with a frown. "Didn't you learn at Hogwarts?"
"Pfft. Hogwarts, we didn't go Hogwarts." Ashley scoffs.
Any further questions plague her, the answers she seeks won't come from these young adults. When she grabs a coffee a volunteer tugs her aside out of earshot of the group.
"They didn't go Hogwarts?" Bella questions. "Are they squibs?"
"No," Jane, the volunteer sighs. "They have a cognitive disability,"
"So?"
"Their magic isn't as developed the same as adults. They don't qualify for Hogwarts, they never will."
"So, who teaches them?"
"Well, we do, they're parents. Some just go to work, it's not a system designed for the select few."
"Do they have wands?"
"No, the Ministry doesn't allow it."
Sipping her coffee, Bella watches the group. Ducklings she sees them. Happy, oblivious to the oppressive world they live in. A few play music, and some are artists, Ashley wants to be an Auror. All just wanting to live normal lives, but rejected by the society they live in. She sees the look they receive as shoppers mill in and out of the shop.
"I understand," Bella announces picking the glue from her hand.
"Huh?" Hermione replies sorting out the till.
They're alone, the shop is closed for the night, and everyone has gone home. Bella wearing her badge Ashely had made for her, smiling she wears it proudly.
"Why you're helping them," Bella continues. "Because no one ever has. Someone needs to, it doesn't have to be you."
"No, it doesn't, but I can try and do something."
"I will invest."
"Bella,"
"No. Raise the money, do the fundraising, but you can tell everyone the Black family is investing."
"I have a different idea," Hermione smiles.
"Oh, what's that?"
"You'll help me fundraise."
"What's your plan."
"A duel," It piques Bella's interest. "With me. We sell tickets."
Well, now that is an excellent idea.
A/n: Okay, we've had our fluff and smut, lets resume the story shall we. Obviously there will be more smut down the road, but we're getting back on track with plot.