The next morning Hermione took the early bus back to her apartment and back to Ginny. She couldn't sleep anyways so she left Cissy a note saying she is gone.
But before that she spent a sleepless night trying to process too much things at once.
The whole night Hermione turned around in bed dreaming about the same woman in different scenarios... Most of them turning her on as hell.
'She is around 50.' Hermione tried thinking logically. Like this can be solved with logic...
'She is double my age. When I'm thirty she will be sixty!' But even that wasn't enough to made her stop wanting the other woman's hands on her body.
She tried thinking about other things but nothing was able to help her now. Not after she felt the other woman's fingers on her face again this night.
It was pointless and Hermione gave up to the sensation...
***
Bellaltrix's pov
It was around 5AM when Bellaltrix realised she wasn't going to fall asleep.
She stand up from her bed silently putting her jacket and boots on. She had only the clothes she was imprisoned with, black leather pants and a courset.
Taking her leather jacket in her hand she left the room quitely passing by slightly open door. A quiet sound coming from the room made her turn around.
'Don't tell me...'
She pressed her ear close to the hole between the door frame and the door realising her suspicions are true.
***
Hermionie's fingers ran slowly down her body lifting her blouse making fast their way up to cup her breats the same way Bellaltrix did twisting both of her nipples. She moaned quietly not realizing she is being spayed on when her other hand started making circles around her clit. Lost in her imagination and the pleasure from her fingers bumping in and out of her core, Hermione didn't even saw the black cat eyes spying her from the side of the door.
She couldn't hear the small sounds Bellatrix was making trying to control her desire to enter the room and pleasure the girl herself making her beg again and again for her realise.
Both woman bite practically hard on their lower lips trying to silence themselves when Hermione came hard wispering Bellaltrix's name. After that emotional rollercoaster little sobs can be heard from Hermione's room.
Bellaltrix, woman that killed many and tortured even more, couldn't bare the tention. She made her way out of the house quietly but fast.
'Breath! Oxygen. Air. I need to breathe!'
Bellaltrix's throughts were raising unbearably fast telling her to go back in there until she finally got out the house.
'What can I do anymore anyways. It's over. Or I hope ut is because any other way she is in big trouble... Or I'm because I still care. Fuck this!'
Looking at the night sky she fastly find the forteen years old cigarettes in her pocket and light up one. After inhaling she pinched her nose.
'Does this always tasted so bad?'
She shrugged and continue smoking more out of a habit than from real need to do it after so much time.
'It's probably because they are old unlike me.'
Bellaltrix distracted herself with basically everything around her.
She tried to think about the cigarettes and everything she needed to sort out but her throughts keep raising about the crying gurl in the room upstairs. Soon she called a taxi disappearing in the night.
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Not the type to call you back tomorrow (Bellamione)
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