VI
Bellatrix awoke with a start, heart racing, drenched in sweat. The dream…again. This was the forth night in a row that she had the dream…
Hermione slid her warm tongue over Bella's pert nipple. As she lapped at it, she locked eyes with Bellatrix. Their bodies moved in sync, a rhythm all their own. She felt the wetness between her legs coat Bella's thigh. She moaned in complete bliss. Overwhelmed with how fast things were progressing but nevertheless turned on beyond comprehension. The trial of saliva she left behind blazed a hot yet cool path straight to her core. Hermione moved her hands down Bella's back urgently making her way to the belt of her robes. She tugged at it impatiently. She was momentarily surprised at her urgency, but the wetness in her panties quelled any lingering doubts as to what her body wanted. Her hands traveled under Bella's shirt to the band of her bra. She unhooked it, smoothing the grooves on her back along the way, Bella moaned in pleasure at the release of her bosom from the confines of her tight brassiere. Hermione slid her hand between Bella's thighs stroking her slit up and down. They moaned in unison as her fingers glided over the hardened nub…
It was at this point in the dream Bellatrix awakened. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she couldn't go on like this. The stolen glances and occasional soft caresses in the room of requirement were a tease. She wanted so much more. The room of requirement had served as a safe space for them to show their affection physically while they figured out how to be Hermione Granger and Bellatrix Black in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ultimately, they realized that they had no one to answer to but themselves. Although neither of them wanted to be reminded of constantly being in the spotlight.
She sat up and hurriedly prepared for the day. She and Hermione were having breakfast in the Great Hall with the Headmistress. Professor McGonagall. A slow smirk crossed her lips, who'd have thought that 25 years after the chosen one put Voldemort into the ground that Bellatrix Black would sit and take breakfast with Hermione Granger and Minerva McGonagall? Bellatrix had to keep herself from laughing aloud. Although the Great War made both sides more tolerable towards one another and eventually forgiveness, no one expected that the peaceful truce could ever result in one of the great romances. She wondered if this was the reason why Hermione decided to stop their make out session almost a week ago.
Although the recovery from the Great War was past them, ghosts still cast the occasional shadow. As much as she respected Hermione's decision to take things slowly, she would tell Hermione that it was ok, that they could take next step forward and make love. She needed to feel her skin against hers. They could figure out the rest of it later. They were all that mattered. Bella cast her eyes over her attire once more before apparating outside the doors of the Great Hall.
Hermione Granger was nervous. She was nervous because she was about to sit down to breakfast with her mentor and the woman she had been pinning over for several years. She rolled over in bed running her hands through her hair. What had she been thinking that Saturday night! She shouldn't have stopped, she should have made love to Bellatrix a week ago. The stolen moments they shared were no longer enough. She hoped that her stopping their potential love making would not make Bella believe that she wanted her any less. She just wanted more than to give into the desires of her flesh, she wanted to try for all the things she imagined in her mind. All the fantasies she'd had, all the dreams. She tossed the blankets off her overheated body impatiently. She muttered the incantation to engage the shower. She could hear the shower heads come to life. The temperature adjusting to her preferred warmth. Her body tingled in anticipation. She magicked her nightgown off her sweaty body.
The hairs on her arms and chest stood at attention. This morning began like every morning since last Saturday. Hermione would awaken, body humming, breasts tight, a light sheen of sweat collecting in the small of her back. Then she would take a shower and stroke herself until she released with Bellatrix's name on her lips. She climbed into the shower and hungrily searched out her aching clitoris. Tilting her head back she let the warm water sluice over her aching breasts. She used her middle finger to stroke her clitoris in time with the other hand grabbing her breast and twisting her nipple. She rocked her hips and pumped into her hand, hips rolling in time with her strokes she felt her orgasm rise inside her. In her mind's eye she suckled Bella's thick bottom lip into her mouth as she came. Her fingers moved rapidly over her hard nub, she moaned low into her chest. She moved her thumb to her clitoris and slid her middle finger deep inside her channel. Her mouth formed an erotic O of passion as she felt her walls begin to flutter around her fingers. She gasped and shot her other hand out to the wall to keep herself upright. She slowed her thrusts milking the remainder of her orgasm from her spent body.
Hermione took several deep breathes and slowly washed her body. She languidly moved the washcloth over her sensitive skin. This orgasm was the most powerful one yet. She was glad that today would be the beginning of another step forward.
As she finished her shower and dressed, she thought about why she was hesitant on their date night. If she were being honest with herself, she'd have to admit it. Admit her reason for wanting to wait. For the real reason, Hermione stopped their potential lovemaking was because she wanted acceptance. She wanted someone to give her the "Ok" to pursue Bellatrix. She wanted permission. That was why she wanted to have lunch with Minerva and Bellatrix today, she wanted Minerva to give her blessing. She hated herself for it. Why did she feel like she needed the "Ok" to see Bellatrix? Deep down inside, she knew that even though the past was the past, some wounds took longer to heal.
She put the finishing touches on her attire and apparated to the Great Hall corridor. She'd walked the rest of the way lost in thought, and almost ran into the soft yet familiar body in front of her.
"My, my, my," Bellatrix murmured, "In a hurry, are we?"
"Good morning Bellatrix," Hermione said playfully. Her eyes held promise and something more.
"Thank you for meeting me and for coming to breakfast with Minerva and I, she's been looking forward to making us feel awkward."
Hermione blushed and laughing self-deprecatingly.
Bella smirked at her and held her gaze. She cast her mind back to the dream she awakened from this morning. She decided to play a little game with Hermione. She'd test her resolve. She leaned in closer to Hermione biting her bottom lip slightly, she ran a single finger up her arm under the guise of removing a stray hair.
"It is no hardship for me to take breakfast with you and the headmistress. In fact, I'd been wondering if the reason you set this up is to get approval from someone who was such a large part of your past." Looking deeply into her eyes, Bellatrix turned and entered the Great Hall. Hermione followed behind her, stunned that Bellatrix seemed to pinpoint the exact reason she arranged this little outing. She ignored this for the moment, she entered the Hall, Minerva motioned to them from an intimate table towards the rear of the room. It was now or never...
A/N: Thank you all for reading!