Meeting Draco's Aunt

Dr and Patient

Hermione was deep in slumber, she didn't hear the gentle tapping on her door. She didn't hear the words softly spoken into the air either. The door creaked open slightly and light slipped in to the darkened room. A hesitant figure lurking in the doorway. Hermione didn't budge, not even when a four legged fuzzy little shadow appeared beside the taller silhouette, chittering in the silence. The figure stepped inside, the four legged bandit close behind. Effortlessly the figure glided across the floor and stopped just in front of the sleeping Gryffindor. Dark eyes noticed the sketchbook that lay forgotten on the floor. The culprits interest piqued. Hermione was always quite secretive when it came to certain pages in that book. With her deep in slumber it would be so easy. So easy indeed. Pale slender fingers picked up the book, black eyes stared at it momentarily as the moonlight seeping in through the curtains highlighted it. With a heavy sigh the book was placed on the Gryffindor's bedside table. Without her knowledge would be so very wrong.

"Bella?" The woman almost had a heart attack when she heated the groggy voice of Hermione call out her name. She froze momentarily like a dear caught in headlights before finally she regained her composure. She turned to look at Hermione, her eyes squinted shut as she tried to make out the woman.
"I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep." Her voice was soft, calming, inviting. There was no way on this planet could Hermione go back to sleep now. Not with this woman loitering in her room.
"Your milk! I forgot your milk!" Hermione shot up right, startling the woman into stumbling backward. Had her four legged bandit not been stood behind her Bellatrix would have regained her footing in no time, life however had other plans. Bellatrix's eyes widen when she realises her fate had already been sealed. She not so graciously collided with the floor. She hissed, shutting her eyes tightly as the pain shot up her leg. Hermione quickly lit her lamp and gasped in horror before she moved to the woman's side. Apollo looked on with guilt all over his little face. He really hadn't meant to hurt his familiar. He merely wanted to rummage through the bedside drawer for snacks he knew Hermione kept in there.
"Oh my god, Bellatrix I am so so sorry." Hermione hovered over the woman not entirely sure on what to do. Her heart was in her mouth. Bellatrix bit her cheek, she needed a moment to comprehend what just happened. She slowly opened her eyes to see the brunette hovering over her with a worried look on her face.
"Is Apollo okay?" At the mention of his name the creature chittered, hesitantly as he made his way over to his mistress. Nudging his head into her hand. She smiled, sighing.
"It's not your fault little one."
Hermione felt even worse about the situation now, it was all her fault.
"It's not yours either Love, so don't look like a scolded puppy. Just be a dear and help me up." Hermione didn't need to be asked twice. She helped the woman into a sitting position before she helped her to her feet. Bellatrix barely put any weight on her right foot before she stumbled further. This time however Hermione caught her. The Gryffindor's arms wrapped tightly around The Slytherin's waist as Bella's came to land on the brunette's shoulders. Though Bellatrix's poker face did quite well in staying as unreadable as ever her lack of ability to put weight on her foot spoke volumes.

She was so close, Hermione had a strong whiff of her perfume and her head instantly began to fog over. She was so warm, so soft and felt so right in the brunette's arms that the young lioness never wanted to let her go. Bellatrix remained oblivious to the practically drooling girl and instead used her to carefully distribute weight on her right leg. It buckled under her weight once more. That was the perfect opportunity for Hermione to pull her in closer again, she tightened her hold on the woman who didn't seem to mind or even notice.
Bellatrix kept her hands firmly on the other witch's shoulders, not realising how close they were until she looked up. Their faces were inches apart. Hermione could feel Bellatrix's warm breath tickling her face and oh did she desperately want to mix it with her own.
"We may have a slight problem." Hermione shook away her thoughts as the woman spoke.
Then it hit her, the woman's foot.
"Let's get you on the bed and take a look." Hermione made to move only to be stopped by the woman.
"Oh that won't be necessary. It'll be fine by morning."
"You can't put any weight on it." Hermione arched her brow.
"Of course I can. I just chose not to. Besides I came to check on you. Make sure you were alright, not to play patient in your bed." Hermione's mind couldn't quite shake that thought. Despite how innocently it was said. Her eyes glanced to the dimly lit bed, the light shining through the curtain highlighted the comfortable four poster bed. How inviting. Her eyes shifted back to the woman in her arms. Her lips were moving but Hermione heard nothing. The beckoning call of the bed was too loud. Hermione hadn't even realised she began to move until she felt more weight added to her person followed by a hiss of pain.
The Gryffindor instantly stopped, her attention fully on the ravenette.
"Perhaps it might be a tad sore." She tightened her grip around Hermione's shoulders. God Hermione found it hard to concentrate.
"Maybe now you'll listen to me." She said, hoping the woman wouldn't pick up on her slightly flustered tone.
"I don't make it a habit of mine to listen to anyone Love. You're not an acceptation." Hermione closed her eyes shut, trying to fight the strong urges she found herself having about this woman. The more she refused to admit she was wrong the more Hermione wanted to stop her from talking by crashing her own lips against the pigheaded enchantress.

The soft whispered touch against Hermione's skin caused her eyes to snap open. Bellatrix was closer now, their noses practically touching. Their cheeks almost flushed together. She was still talking and Hermione still heard nothing. Her stomach was doing full blown cartwheels inside of her. Bellatrix nudged the girl slightly waiting for a response of some kind.
"Were you even listening to me?" Bellatrix asked finally snapping the girl back to planet earth.
"No. Yes!" Hermione could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, even more so when she felt the woman shift in her grasp, putting all her weight onto Hermione and her unharmed leg. Hermione bit her lip as she felt the woman's curvy body brush against her own.
"I said, help me to the bed. Apparently I'm unable to add any pressure on it at all." Hermione didn't need telling twice. She'd already been fantasising about this whole situation.