Granger + Danger, Swan + Wand

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CHapter 5

Hermione touched the brass handle of the door to Bella's room tentatively. She wanted to compose herself before the vampire saw her. She made sure her wand was easily accesible, and then touched on hand to her loose hair. She felt absolutely nutty for caring about what she looked like, but something that the Tranquil Richmond had said made her nervous. "Something a mortal would refer to as a 'soul mate' perhaps," he'd told her only moments ago. "Have you heard of such a thing?" Of course she'd heard of such a thing! She wasn't daft! But what in Merlin's name did that mean?

She pushed the door open and stepped into the darkness of the dormitory. There were only two small windows and both had been severely tinted. She wondered if the muggle stories her parents had told her as child about vampires bursting into flames had any truth in them. Regardless, it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the small amount of light. She scanned the room looking for movement, and when she saw the form knelt in the corner, her heart skipped a beat.

Hadn't she came her to yell at the girl? To tell the girl that she absolutely could NOT get away with how she had treated Hermione the night before? Then why had her heart started fluttering in her chest.

"Hello," she offered, hesitantly taking steps across the room. Her eyes focused more and more and eventually she could see another pair of eyes staring back at her in the darkness.

"Hello again," Bella Swan said. Her voice sounded pinched, her tone controlled.

Hermione stood in front of the girl, maybe only a leg's length away. "I came to talk to you about..." She saw the way Bella sat, kneeling in the floor, her wrists shackled and hanging just far enough above the ground to look absolutely uncomfortable. She lost her train of thought. Something more than the need to get an apology had drawn her here. She wasn't usually the type to give into her instincts, but she also wasn't usually the type that went traipsing around the forests of Devon looking for a cloaked sanctuary that the Ministry had told her to avoid. "You look miserable," she said to the vampire, and knelt too.

Bella nodded. Hermione could tell that the girl was focusing on control. She sat completely still, perhaps afraid that if she moved, her focus would waver and she would pull the shackles from the stone walls. "I am," she responded. "Sorry about last night."

"Why didn't you bite me when you had the chance?" Hermione asked her, "You could have done it a dozen times over, but you just toyed with me."

"You wouldn't understand it if I told you," the girl replied.

Hermione inched closer, the gap between them shrinking to only about a foot and a half. "Tell me."

Bella's eyes flashed in the dimness. Her pupils were much lighter than they had been the night before. Perhaps it was just the lack of light playing tricks on her, but Hermione could have sworn they were a light shade of amber.

"Have you ever smelt something so amazing that you had to taste it?" Bella asked, her voice liquid.

"Such as?" Hermione inquired.

"I don't know if it IS possible for me to make this make sense," Bella blinked slowly. "I'm not that familiar with being a vampire," she said, "or being around humans as a vampire.. But I think that I want you very similarly to the way someone who hadn't had water in a week would want something to drink."

Hermione's heart sped up. "Are.. Are you hungry? Have you fed you?"

"Yes," Bella responded. "They have fed me. And that's why I know it's different. humans have hiked past the sanctuary before and I've smelled them, even in hunger I've smelled them. But you... I had eaten yesterday and I still wanted to devour you." The witch watched the other girl struggle to find a more comfortable position to sit in. Then- "I feel the exact same way as I felt last night and I've had two meals today."

Hermione should have recoiled at that revelation, but she did not. She only pressed closer, closing the gap between them until it was only a few inches. "I have bruises on my wrists," she told Bella. "Purple ones from how held me down."

"Yes," Bella nodded. "I know. I'm sorry." She lowered her head and sat there, looking like a chained creature, rather than the woman that she was.

Hermione knew it was foolish, but she wanted to help her. She had no idea what had came over her, but her heart was thudding and her breath was rapid, and she felt utterly confused. But she couldn't control it. She said, "Would you try to kill me right now?" she said, "If I were to let you free, that is."

Bella looked at her curiously. She was beautiful, a collection of curves and smooth skin. "I could try and resist," she purred, "But I don't think it's a good idea.."

The witch ignored her. She took out her wand and placed the tip of it to the locks on Bella's wrists. "Alohomora," she whispered to each. They opened with quiet clicks. Hermione took each of them off and let them slide back to hit the wall. Her heart was a lump in her throat. Her blood was rushing in her ears. She slid her wand back into her pocket with a shaking hand. It wasn't at all like Hermione to be so careless. But she was completely turned upside down as of late and for the life of her, couldn't make sense of it.

Bella rolled her hands around on the balls of her wrists, and then she crawled forward, put one hand on Hermione's shoulder and pushed her down, in a postion very similar to the one she'd had her in the night before. Only this time, Bella's mind wasn't absolutely slurred with hunger. She straddles Hermione's waist and pinned her arms down at her sides, this time gently, knowing that it only took the slightest bit of pressure for a vampire to bruise a mortal.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, her voice breathy, her tone reflecting fear.

Bella put her lips to Hermione's throat again, this time with her mouth closed. She placed a kiss there, then she slid her mouth up to Hermione's jaw and placed another kiss there. The witch squirmed beneath Bella's body, and in response, Bella pressed herself closed to her. Hermione's body was so warm, so inviting.

"You're so cold..." the witch said, and leaned her head back to give Bella free reign of her neck.

"Yes, I'm sorry," she said, and let her teeth skate again over Hermione's throat. "I hate it too."

"I don't hate it," Hermione said. "It's just..." She gasped slightly, as the girl released her left wrist, and brought her hand to Hermione's hip, pushing the fabric up so that her fingertips brushed bare skin. "..surprising."

"You feel wonderful," the vampire told her. "I want to feel you all over."

Hermione felt Bella's hand slide up her ribcage, and she wanted to jerk away, let her know she wasn't interested, that she was straight, just presently in between boyfriends. But she didn't. She'd never been this intimate with anyone ever before. Her head was spinning. Harry was probably wondering where she was... She closed her eyes. Forget Harry, she thought. She dug in her pocket with her empty hand and pulled out her wand once more, pointing it first at her own clothes. "Evanesco," she spoke softly. And at once, she was absolutely nude. Before she could react to her own forwardness, she pointed her wand at Bella's robes and repeated the spell. Then, she let her wand roll out of her hand, out of sight.

Bella brought her hand, the one that had been sliding ever closer to Hermione's bra just moments ago, up to Hermione's jaw. She slid it behind her head and brought Hermione's lips to her own.

"Have you ever done something like this before?" Hermione asked her when they're lips parted.

Bella shook her head, and then inched off of Hermione. "Never. Never in life. And absolutely not with a girl." She stood up, stark naked above the witch, and then reached down, lifting Hermione to her feet with practically no effort at all. She had her back in her arms almost immediately, lifting her and laying her on the bed, only to crawl on top of her once more.

"What are you going to do to me?" Hermione asked Bella, looking up into the vampire's face, feeling as if all of her body was on fire. She put her hands on Bella's shoulder blades and let them slide down her back on eithe sider of her spine. "You are so cold."

"Yes," Bella hissed. "But you're so warm." She slid down Hermione's stomach, and let her lips kiss a path from Hermione's navel, back up to her breasts. "I will do my best not to hurt you," she said, her mouth moving against the smooth section of skin above Hermione's sternum. She let one hand walk run down Hermione's arm, and then their fingers linked together. "I wish you knew how amazing you smelt," she spoke again, this time her mouth moving up and to the right, to the smooth lift of Hermione's breast.

"What does this mean?" the witch asked as Bella's mouth got closer and closer, and she felt a curious tightness between her thighs that she definitely wasn't used to.

Bella didn't answer, and instead let her mouth circle Hermione's already hard nipple. The witch felt the flick of her tongue and her back arched immediately at the contact. She let out a small moan. In response, Bella let go of Hermione's hand and brought it to her left thigh. She stroked the top of it, and then let her hand move a little more towards the inside of her thigh. Hermione shivered and closed her eyes.

"Can I..?" Bella asked lifting her face, her finger getting ever closer.

"Yes.."

When Bella's finger touched her, Hermione bit her lip to keep from screaming. She wished desperately that she could reach her wand and cast muffliato on herself to stay quiet. As Bella's fingertip rubbed the witch's clit, she lost any control and cried out. "Gods..." she said, "That's amazing..."

Bella slid lower, her mouth pressing chilly kisses to the skin below Hermione's bellybutton. She would have reacted more exageratted if Bella's finger hadn't placated her. She was transfixed into a sense of growing passion. She could barely remember what came before that moment, just that if it ended, she would fall apart.

The vampire herself was losing it. She wanted the other woman so badly that she was aching. This sexual vigor was absolutely new to her. In life, she'd never done more than kiss a boy. But now she was about to go down on a witch... It was insane. She abandoned all other tasks and put both of her hands on each of Hermione's thighs, prying them open with little resistance. Then, without even a seconds pause, she placed her mouth to the other woman's center. She ran her tongue down her slit, then back up, finally pushing the tip of it into her.

Hermione squirmed in a completely different way, pushing her hips down on Bella's face, trying to get as much contact as possible and properly feel the penetration of the other woman's tongue. Her moans turned to pants, and she started to involuntarily buck her hips, not meaning to, but unable to stop. Bella's fingers clawed into Hermione's thighs harder and harder. She could feel the witch losing control, sucumbing to the passion that was filling her up. Bella herself was soaked, but she didn't ever want to stop licking Hermione. But when the other woman came, she lifted her head, just to see the expression on Hermione's face. It was in that moment of clarification that she heard the feet coming up the stairs.

She lept to her feet. Hermione was limp with after-passion. Bella could see the imprints of bruises already forming on the other girls thighs. She felt bad about that. She wanted to pick her up and cradle her, but if Winchester or Richmond were to come in and find them like that... She had no idea what would happen.

"Hermione," she cooed, leaning over the other girl, "Someone's coming."

Hermione opened her eyes sleepily. She looked absolutely spent. Wetness glistened between her thighs. "Hmm?"

"Richmond or Winchester," Bella said, "Please..."

Finally, sense snapped back into Hermione. She realized that she had just let the same vampire that tried to kill her the night before, just eat her out. Her head swam. She got up quickly, looking for her clothes. Then she realized she'd cast a spell on them. She rolled her eyes, bent over to get her wand and cast a quick cleaning spell on both of them. Then she said, "Nox evanesco," and they were instantly both clothed once more. The footsteps were so close now that Hermione heard them. "Quickly," she said to Bella and Bella knelt back by the wall. She pointed her wand back at the locks. "Colloportus," she said, relocking the locks. She stood back up just as the door swung open.

"Oh," Winchester said. "I heard noises coming from in here. Richmond said that you had company, Bella. We were afraid that you had a repeat of last night."

Richmond stepped into the room too. "Glad to see that you're okay," he said to Hermione. "Did you find the answers to the questions you came here to ask?"

The witch bit her lip. The place between her legs was still tingling. She hadn't gotten any answers actually, just a whole lot more questions.

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