Just an Itch

Liquid Courage

After the time spent with Bella in the TA office on Thursday, the weekend passed by in a blur. Hermione hadn't had an opportunity to run into her professor to discuss the new discovery Ginny had made her aware of. She didn't have her phone number and she surely wasn't going to ask Andy or Draco for it. She could've sent her an email but that would've been lame. Another option would be to just show up at her house since she did know the location but Hermione would never have had the guts to do that. She wanted so many different things from Bella and she didn't know where to start. She now knew the extent of this woman's knowledge, power and influence in the world of museums but Hemrione didn't want her for that. She also didn't want her just for sex. She couldn't put her finger on it but she felt connected to Bella on a deeper level and there was honestly no reason for this feeling. This woman had been her idol for the entirety of her museum run in Europe and Asia and she couldn't believe that she had slept with her. Hermione never would've had the guts to approach her at the bar if she knew who she was. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would ever meet let alone sleep with Druella Rosier. Now, Hermione was obsessed with finding out the meaning behind her pseudonym, why she never showed her face with her exhibits or on social media, the real reason why she came back to London and so many more questions. Though she would be lying to herself if she said the thought of sleeping with her Professor wasn't always lingering in the back of her mind. She almost gave in on Thursday until they were interrupted by Ginny. Maybe sex wasn't in the cards for them anymore and Hermione would have to be okay with that. "I'm going to try to talk to her after class today," she had decided as she was in her room getting dressed. No teasing, no innuendos, no almost kissing, just talking.

Draco was the one ready first Monday morning, knocking on their door and letting himself in, "oi! Granger. We can't be late. My aunt will kill us."

Ginny exited her room first, "why didn't you tell us your aunt was Madam Rosier?"

"Why does that matter? My Aunt is more than just a name."

"Have you not met my roommate?" Ginny rolled her eyes, "she's only been crushing on her for as long as I've known her. You can't expect me to believe that she's never talked to you about how much she respects and adores her work."

"She might have mentioned her once or twice," Draco swallowed, "it's just weird. She's my aunt. I don't like when my friends get all gushy for her. I don't like to think of my aunt as a sexual being. It's weird. I don't think I'd be comfortable with any of my friends hooking up with my aunt, either of them. I've seen the way people look at my Aunt Andy, too."

"It's not our fault your aunts are drop dead gorgeous goddesses. I'm sure Hermione has fantasized about Professor Black on many occasions. What if your Aunt was her one night stand?"

"Ew," Draco's eyes went wide and he covered his ears. "Enough. I don't want to hear anything else about my aunts and sex."

Ginny shrugged, "fair enough," she turned and knocked on Hermione's closed door, "let's go. Your crush is waiting for you and Draco wants to hear all about your sexual fantasies featuring his aunt that you've had for the past seven years."

"I do not," Draco spoke up, "I did not say that, Granger. I don't want to know anything."

Hermione exited her room wearing a pair of simple light gray trousers and a baby blue peasant blouse, "I have not been lusting after your aunt and even if I was I would never admit anything to you." She slung her bag over her shoulder as they set off for the coffee cart.

"That's all I can ever ask for," Draco smiled. A silence fell over the group as they made their way to the cart, "I probably should've told you about my aunt."

Hermione and Ginny both looked at him and said "probably," in unison.

"It's not my story to tell," he shrugged, "if you get close with her I'm sure she'll be happy to answer any of your questions."