Hello there! Yes I know, it's been forever and I'm sorry about that one. I was stuck. As in big time stuck. And I didn't have time to get unstuck, because I changed countries, I started my masters, I worked, etc. Anyways, it's kind of a quite time right now so I did my best.

This chapter is not as long as the others, but I see it more as a filler chapter than anything else. Hopefully I'll be able to get back on my feet after that one.

No specific warnings for this one.

DISCLAIMER : I do not own OUaT or HP, sadly.

Enjoy!

Red was getting rather worried. The Queen had gone into the room a couple of hours ago, and still did not come out. The wolf was pacing, thinking she probably should leave, or if she should break down the door and see what the hell was happening in that room. She was surprised to find out that not only the door was opened, but also that nothing terrible had happened. The room was not destroyed; there was no dead body in the vicinity, only a smell of dried blood, which Ruby understood to be on the door. Stepping very carefully in the bedroom, she noticed two body somewhat intertwined on the bed, and she approached just enough to confirm her suspicions. Bellatrix was somehow wrapped around Regina, who was holding her lightly. The image, in spite of all the drama, made Red smile and she quickly snapped a picture before starting to retreat, leaving the two women to their very well deserved nap. Door closed and wolf once again in the hallway, the brunette concluded that leaving the two alone was safe, and she grabbed her stuff and left the mansion at once. Granny was going to yell at her for being late; as always.

She woke up with a start, as per usual. She sometimes dreamed of a world when she didn't have to startle herself awake, but she realised that such a feat will probably never happen. Nonetheless, she took a few seconds to realise where she was, whom it was she was sleeping on, and she distanced herself even further. The daylight was almost out, and she sighed softly, looking at the Queen's peaceful face. Regina seemed to be a wounded animal, very much like herself, and she was experiencing first hand the calmness — and the beauty — of the woman lying down. Slowly, almost without thinking, she traced the brunette's features with her fingertip. A light cough made her jump, startled, and she took her hand of the Queen, as if burned, while turning to stare at the intruder. She thought it would be the wolf — she might have to apologize to her, maybe — but it was a whole different kind of mongrel. A blond with curly — messy — hair, not unlike her own, was standing at the foot of the bed, and frowning.

Bellatrix knew the Sherriff was irritated about something — and she knew just why as well — and the thought made her smirk. However, she surprised herself by not playing into that — not yet anyway — and she slowly slid from the bed, leaving the brunette on her own.

"Problem, blondie?" The smirk was on full force and she stood lazily, crossing her arms onto her chest.

"No." The response was tight, a lie impossible not to see through, and Bellatrix almost laughed. But she kept her game face. She simply nodded, and walked to the Savior, rising on the tip of her feet — she was somewhat smaller without her heels and she did not like it — whispering in her ear, with a voice full of mischief. "Lovely lips she has."

The blonde's reaction was something worth seeing, as the Sherriff huffed and turned around, leaving the room not unlike a petulant child. Bellatrix laughed, with just a dose of crazy, causing the woman in her bed to rouse from sleep. She seemed out of place, for a moment, before staring at Bellatrix, features clouded over by doubt, suspicious.

"What did you do?" she asked, sitting down and straightening her clothes, trying to look somewhat dignified and failing completely.

"Nothing much." The smile was telling another story, however, but the Mayor just wasn't feeling like it. She rose, and sending another look towards Bellatrix, absolutely not ready to talk about what happened earlier — not that the British woman was any more ready — and marched out of the room, causing Bellatrix to laugh again, the sound strangely charming.

If waking up in the middle of the afternoon was not a common occurrence, neither was waking up still dressed in her clothes with the pleasant smell of Bellatrix still enveloping her. Regina had been roused by voices, a laugh, and the strange feeling of being watched. However, when she did open her eyes, she was alone with the witch, a much too amused witch. She knew something had happened, she simply didn't know what — and she hoped it was something to do with Red and not …

When she left the room, she still had high hopes that the figure in her living room would not be the Sherriff. Upon seeing the blond locks, she knew that ship had sailed, and she sighed. Much too quickly, Emma rounded on her and Regina did her best to look as cool as possible, while internally, she was somehow still exhausted. That curse was some serious business.

"How can I help you, Sherriff?" The blonde looked seriously upset and Regina didn't think she had the strength to deal with it. However, she would not be abused in her own home.

"How can you be so irresponsible?" The Mayor raised her eyebrows in response, while crossing her arms across her chest.

"I beg your pardon?" came the reply, cooler than what Regina intended. It didn't seem to deter the Sherriff, however.

"You're housing a dangerous woman, then leave to do god knows what, without telling a soul! Your son was worried, and where do I find you? In bed with said woman." The frown that appeared on the brunette's face was deep, and she was close to scowling. She should have told her son she was after Bellatrix, that night, of course, but some things seemed more urgent at the time. Like chasing after the mad woman before she killed somebody.

"How dare you, Miss Swan? You know nothing and yet in all your self-righteousness you seem so quick to judge." The brunette was truly annoyed now, and nothing short of angry. She stood straighter, like a lion ready to pounce.

"I know enough! And I know you shouldn't be getting closer to that—"

"No! You do not get to say anything about her. You do not get to say anything at all. Get out, Miss Swan."

"Right. So quick to defend your lover, aren't you?" Regina didn't answer her, watching her leave with the same frown marring her face. She didn't know what was wrong with Emma, why she seemed so angry. Of course, she had come to the conclusion that she had seen them in bed — though they were both clothed so why she concluded that they were lovers was beyond her.

It hit her suddenly: Emma was jealous. The nasty kind of jealous. The Mayor had a feeling that whatever Bellatrix had said to the Sherriff hadn't helped at all — such a reaction, after all, had to come from somewhere. Sighing, she climbed the stairs again and went back to Bellatrix' room.

"What did you say to her?" She was wearing a scowl yet again, arms crossed.

"Uh?" Came the reply, Bellatrix turning suddenly at the entrance, towel falling from her body.

And she couldn't help but stare. Along with an impressive — and not really reassuring — number of scars, the British woman's body was nothing short of breath-taking. She had curves, gorgeous breasts, and yes, yes, she was staring. Bellatrix smirked. "You were saying?"

Regina seemed to snap out of it, not before thinking that the woman was too thin, and with a blush, she adverted her gaze, looking purposefully at the wall. "What did you say to the Sherriff?"

"Nothing much." Came the déjà-vu reply, and Regina sighed impatiently.

"Yes, you said that before. Nevertheless, something must have upset her." Bellatrix smiled.

"What's the deal between you and Blondie, anyway?" The silence was so sudden that she wondered if she had not made a mistake. But then again, she was known for a lack of tact and she shrugged it off.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." The lie was weak and they both knew it. Bellatrix simply raised her eyebrows, and the woman sighed once again. "She just … tries too hard and ends up ruining everything." She finally answered, and the British woman stared for a few seconds, before smiling, ever so slightly.

"You like her." The tone was matter of fact and Regina just turned to stare at her, mouth agape.

"I do not!" The indignation was forced in her voice, and the Queen frowned, trying to make her lie believable, and she almost succeeded. Almost.

"You do."

"She ruined my chance at happiness!"

"Aaaand, still! You like her." Bellatrix was smiling like a kid, full of mischief. Regina huffed and turned to leave.

"I made her jealous." This stopped Regina dead in her tracks, and she turned around again, frowning and looking quite murderous.

"I beg your pardon?"

Bellatrix stood taller, and she smirked again, crossing her arms. "I made her jealous. And it worked, didn't it?" She raised an eyebrow, daring the Mayor to contradict her.

"Perhaps. So?"

"So? So that means she is interested in you as well." Regina rolled her eyes at that, and left the room promptly. Bellatrix was not deterred, however, and with a wicked smile on her lips, she started planning. Nothing better than a little romance to get her mind off things.

"So what are you saying exactly?" The little boy stared at the British witch, eyebrows rising. In some ways, he looked so much like his brunette mother that it was charming. She was never one to care for children, but seeing this one, she could almost see the appeal. Almost. Of course, she felt like her soul was too rotten to ever be able to care for a child, but that was a question for another time.

"I'm saying, Kid, that your mothers like each other more than they care to admit." Bellatrix was rather proud of herself to come to that conclusion, but the kid was looking at her like she was thick, and it made her frown. "What?"

"I think everyone except them knows that, Bellatrix." The British woman rolled her eyes then, and clicked her tongue impatiently.

"Yes, well, it's hardly the matter, is it? We need to do something about it." Henry was still staring, and she was getting close to loose her patience. "We need to make Emma jealous so that she would finally come out clean to Regina, as you know as well as I do that the Queen will never admit such an attraction." She rolled her eyes again, like her conclusion was obvious. "So, are you with me, or not?"

The smile on Henry's face was all the answer she needed.

'Till next time, hopefully not in a year's time.