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Her fingers were warm as they brushed her cheek, coming to cup her face and Hermione felt the anger shift into what it really was. |
Bellatrix leaned forward, kissing her gently and with it, Hermione’s thoughts quietened. It was just them, alone as she pulled Bellatrix closer, kissing her softly, then harder until it became urgent as she grabbed the witch, tugging her close as she climbed into her lap. |
If this was to be one of their last nights together, Hermione wanted to remember it with all the love she had. |
"Wait," Bellatrix said, pulling away. Their breathing laboured as Bellatrix shook her head. "Not here. You deserve better than the girl’s dormitory." |
"Bella, it doesn’t matter––" |
"It does to me," Bellatrix said. "Please. If you want to have sex...or...something close to that. Let me make it somewhere special." |
That somewhere special happened to be the Astronomy Tower. Bellatrix locked the door behind them before they climbed the stairs. The timetable confirmed that there were no classes or special projects booked for the tower, providing them the privacy as they walked up the stairs. |
Bellatrix ahead, her hand in Hermione’s, leading them up the spiral. |
"Close your eyes," She said once they stood up the top. It was cool in the open tower, but the nights were growing warm as they grew closer to Summer. |
Hermione obeyed. |
There was rustling at the witch moved around. The low whistle of the wind that blew through the parapets, sweeping through her hair. |
And then, warm hands cupped her face. "Open your eyes." |
Hermione opened them. Around her was a swathe of purple and gold blankets. Small candles floated high above, casting a warm glow as they shifted in the wind. |
"Oh, Bella, it’s beautiful." |
Bellatrix gave a soft smile and then, her hands dropping to clasp Hermione’s. "We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to." |
"I want to," Hermione said and then, kissing her fiercely as if she could convey the emotions building inside of her. "There’s no one else I would want to do this with." |
There were so many emotions that bubbled inside of Hermione. A cauldron filled with different components. |
As Bellatrix undressed her, drawing her robes from her body, Hermione could feel the excitement of having sex. As she reached up to untie Bellatrix’s robes, her hands shook with anxiety––what if she wasn’t very good at this. Bella had experience, she didn’t. |
Would she be annoyed with her? Disappointed? |
She fumbled and Bellatrix gave a soft laugh, helping her untangle the different ties and clasps before she kissed her again, and the anxiety melted away into happiness. Into love as she was pulled down to lie on the blankets and pillows. |
There, Bellatrix kissed her and it was as though the room brightened, as if the clouds parted and the moon and stars shone extra bright for them. |
And yet, beneath the happiness the fear was still there, deep in her chest. The anger and grief of knowing that at any moment this may be their last. |
Bellatrix kissed her lips, her throat, neck and then shoulder and Hermione felt her mind dance between the different clues she’d been provided. And then the witch’s hands were on her waist, pulling her close, and the thoughts melted away. |
She was kissed tenderly over her skin, each touch drawing closer and further down her body. |
"Do you want this too?" Hermione asked, realising she forgot to ask. "Because it goes both ways. I––" |
"Hermione, I’ve thought of little else for some time. Why do you think I spent so much time making you blush? I wanted to know how it looked and now..." Bellatrix’s head dipped, kissing across her breast. |
Hermione gasped, eyes looked away and Bellatrix’s hand reached up, guiding her face back to look at her. |
"I want to watch you," she said, and then her mouth descended over her breast and Hermione inhaled as she arched into the wave of warmth that Bellatrix elicited. |
The woman sucked and Hermione reached up to curl her hand in the witch’s hair. |
Never when she’d played with her own breasts had it felt quite like that. But as Bellatrix sucked, Hermione felt a moan building in her throat. |
And then she felt as, between them, Bellatrix’s hand slipped between Hermione thighs and brushed over the curls between her thighs. |
This time, as the soft stroke slipped over her, Hermione gave a soft squeak. |
Bella laughed, looking up at her. "I like how you sound," she assured. "You’re very cute." |
"I don’t know if I want to be seen as...." But Hermione’s words fell away as the next stroke came slower, firmer. |
She could feel how wet she was as the fingertips made their way up and near her clit (but not quite) before slipping back. And then the pace increased and Hermione moaned, her eyes falling shut as she arched into the witch’s hand. |
Is this what she’d been missing out on? |
It felt so different to when she did it herself... |
"Don’t stop," Hermione whispered. |
"Oh. I have no intention of stopping until you tell me to." |
Bellatrix’s mouth kissed down her belly, across her hips and then her tongue was soft and wet, sliding over her as her fingers slid away. Hermione sighed, her hand curling tighter into the witch’s hair before she eased her grip. |
"Sorry!" Hermione said, "I didn’t mean to hurt––" |
Bellatrix made a noise between her thighs, and then she reached out, grasping Hermione’s other hand to place in on the other side of her head. |
Hermione laughed. Well....so as long as it wasn’t hurting... |
Bellatrix’s tongue stroke and curled over her, and Hermione’s hips rocked, feeling as if the ocean’s tide was inside her. Growing and falling back, reaching closer and closer to high tide with each movement. |
How had it come to this? How had the most notorious witch alive come to be a witch of a similar age to her. To be a witch who looked at her with such fierce intensity that Hermione had been intimidated and now... |
Now she loved her. She was wholly, completely, deeply in love with her. |
And no matter what happened next, Hermione knew she wouldn’t regret sharing this moment of her life with her. No matter the witch’s history. Because whoever was the person then, wasn’t the witch who was leaving her breathless as she drew her closer and closer to orgasm. |
Hermione was so close. |
Bellatrix tongue stroked high and Hermione felt as two fingers slid inside of her. |
Squeezing around them, Hermione felt her body tense as she inched closer to orgasm. "I think..." |
Bellatrix hummed, her fingers curling inside of her, stroking and....Hermione felt she was seeing stars as the witch began sucking on her clit. |
The air was cool over her body, but Hermione felt she was going to go Supanova as something coiled tight inside of her. Her toes curled, feet pushing against the blankets on the floor as–– |
"Bella––" Hermione’s hands curled tight in witch’s hair, tugging her close as she was lifted in an explosion, her body arching high, a cry escaping her mouth before she was crashing down. |
It was too much. |
She pushed away, and Bellatrix slid from inside of her, her tongue slowing and then easing away. |
Hermione’s body went slack, her heartbeat racing as she felt the witch kiss slowly over her thighs and then up her body, before a gentle kiss was placed on her lips. |
Bellatrix tasted...different. There was soft tang to her. |
"Is that...me?" |
"That you’re tasting?" Bellatrix asked, before laughing. "Yes, pet, it’s you," she said before kissing again. "All you." |
Hermione laughed, kissing her again. |
This was how it should be. Perfect. "I love you," Hermione whispered. Bellatrix pulled back, her expression frozen and Hermione gasped, pulling away. "Was that too much? I’m sorry. I’m probably––" |
"No. It’s not too much," Bellatrix whispered. And then a strange, sad expression pulled over her face. "You’re not going to stop coming for me, are you? If something happens." |
Hermione swallowed at the shift of mood, coming to sit up. "I don’t know," she admitted. "But you’re important to me. I think..." No, that wasn’t true, Hermione knew. She wouldn’t abandon Harry on any mission he was on, but neither would she abandon Bellatrix. Some part of her told her that whatever happened, saving Bellatrix was important. "I’ll find a way. I promise." |
"No you won’t," Bellatrix said. |
"No, Hermione," Bellatrix said, sitting back. There was a strange look of determination that had settled on her. |
Hermione swallowed. It was darker than any look she’d seen before. "Why are you angry with me." |
"Because I love you too much to risk yourself on a suicide mission. And I’m not sorry for what about I’m about to do." Bellatrix didn’t hesitate and it was too late for Hermione to reach for her wand, wherever it was. |
She was helpless as Bellatrix raised her own wand against her. "Obliviate." |
"Miss Black?" |
Bellatrix looked at the old man. There was something there, something deep and visceral when she looked at him. |
"Or, perhaps, you would prefer we begin using your another name?" |
"Black is fine," Bellatrix responded. The name did not spark anything inside of her. She could see on the man’s face, as he looked over his half-rimmed glasses, that he expected some kind of response. |
There was a probing feeling in her head, but whatever he attempted to find, he did not find. |
Some part of Bellatrix knew that her mind was chaotic. Like a championship quidditch stadium that was filled with angry people, all yelling at the same time. She could see the strain pressing at his eyes, as the legilimency dropped. |
The chaos settled to a quiet murmur and Bellatrix looked away from his eyes, moving instead to stare at the assortment of magical items on his desk. |
"Do you recall anything before Ms Granger?" |
"Ms Granger?" Bellatrix asked. And then, "Hermione?" |
"Yes. Hermione." |
"No." Before the bushy-haired witch, there was nothing. Just a void. She could recall information and factoids, but her memories themselves were missing. |
"Interesting. Would you like your memories?" |
"Do they offer any value?" |
The man looked at her with interest. "I believe that depends on the person." |
Bellatrix looked over the cottage. It was small. There was a bed in one corner, shelves covered in an array of magical books and plants, and a kitchenette tied with a woodfire oven. A single table and chair sat before the only window into the cottage. The cottage sat far away from everywhere else. She couldn’t see any other houses around the hills, but that wasn’t to say there wasn’t any. |
"As we’ve discussed, you will be enrolled at Hogwarts for the coming year. Had the situation been different, I would have you staying with someone I trust, but alas, for your own safety and others, I have placed you here. You may visit the muggle town, but I caution you––" |
"We’ve had this speech before," Bellatrix said. "Don’t show my magic to muggles. Don’t apparate. Technically, I should avoid using magic where possible but there’s no trace, so it doesn’t matter what I do, so as long as I don’t cause "mischief’." |
"I don’t believe they were my exact words," Dumbledore said as he peered at her with a strange look, as if he was looking for something beneath her eyes but Bellatrix turned away. |
She understood her memories had been wiped, that some magical object had provided her with youth, and that there was something dark about her past. But whatever that was, Dumbledore had left her to choose if she wanted to know the truth. |
Presently, all she’d asked was to know that Bellatrix Black was her name, and that was sufficient enough. |
Over the last few days, while she’d stayed at St Mungo’s in a private room, Bellatrix had discovered a few things about herself. |
Firstly, she did not care for talkative people. One of the healers had blithered on uselessly about gossip and all Bellatrix had wanted to do was silence her. Apparently that was frowned upon, even if it didn’t hurt her. |
Secondly, she liked chocolate pudding. |
And thirdly, the only person she trusted was Hermione Granger. |
"You may write to me if there are any concerns," Dumbledore advised. "If you have the letters sent to Hogwarts, they will find me." |
Bellatrix looked to the old man and frowned. "When can I see Hermione again?" |
Dumbledore’s brow furrowed. "You wish to see Miss Granger?" |
Perhaps she’d been too open. "I will write to you if I have any concerns." |
She’d wandered to the village with the money Dumbledore had provided her, purchasing food from the local shop-owner. |
Cooking was difficult. The cottage had come with a cook book, but the recipes asked her for complicated ingredients (where, exactly, was she meant to come across dukkah?)––so she cooked vegetables and meat in the oven and flicked through the household charm books. |
When she’d grown bored of that, she’d tried walking around the countryside. That held her interest for all of thirty minutes before she tired of the pointlessness of that, so she’d returned to the cottage and looked through the other books, trying to search for anything interesting. |
The only book that held her attention for more than a few moments was a book on magical creatures. With a new interest, she took to wandering the countryside, looking for anything of interest. |
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