Meeting Draco's Aunt

Chapter 15

The following morning found Hermione in a warm embrace. She couldn't quite remember the events that took place but she knew one thing, she was very comfortable right now and really didn't want to wake up. But alas, once Hermione was awake she found it rather difficult to fall back asleep. She slowly opened her eyes allowing them to adjust, she blinked a few times before realising her source of comfort. Her cheeks flushed, she noticed she'd picked up the terrible habit of falling asleep on the woman's breasts as of late. Hermione couldn't really be blamed though, it's not her fault this unearthly enchantress happens to make a very comfortable pillow. Besides she had said herself, she was Hermione's teddy bear. The brunette couldn't quite hide the growing smile nor her pink cheeks as she recalled that morning. Hermione didn't stray from the woman's warmth, she merely adjusted herself, carful not to wake the sleeping beauty. To do such a thing would be a crime. She was like a renaissance painting. Pure perfection, even in slumber. Hermione carefully studied the woman from her new position, taking every little detail in. Aside from sketching and reading this was a new hobby of hers. Just observing this woman in anything she did. Even when she stumbled she did it in the most graceful manner. Hermione didn't fully understand how some people's muse was one person and one person alone, and how they could continuously create artwork solely based of that person. Hermione found beauty in all walks of life and enjoyed capturing it as much as possibly, but lately she herself found her drawings and paintings have taken a turn. These days they consistent of the very woman deep in slumber. She can't even properly remember the last time she did anything different. Bellatrix was just so paintable. It was as if she was purely put on this earth to be admired, to be cherished, adored, worshipped. She was on a pedestal far above anyone else. Hermione began to understand the true meaning of a muse, because Bellatrix was without a doubt hers. She could spend hours painting this woman, down to every little detail and never get bored. She wanted to know everything there ever was to know about her, past and present. She wanted to see her, really see her. Every single part of her and lock it away for her eyes alone. To capture her surreal beauty in sketchbooks where they'll forever be engrained.

"You're staring again." Her soft tired voice broke Hermione from her trance. She blinked a few times before meeting those dark orbs.
"It's hard not to." She said not even trying to hide that fact she had indeed been staring.
"How so?" She tilted her head to the side, a slight crease visible on her forehead as she furrows her brows in confusion.
"Because you're captivating." She closed her eyes and graced Hermione with a smile followed by the slight pinking of her cheeks.
"I've just woken up, I highly doubt I'm that captivating, not yet anyway." Hermione smiled, leaning more into the woman now and even dared tuck a strand behind her ear.
"You're at your most captivating when you're like this. Your natural beauty shining through. The way your eyes are half closed, still trying to adapt to the light. Your voice, the way it almost purrs as you speak. It's like velvet." Bellatrix was taken back by the girls words and how her eyes were filled with sincerity. Her soft gentle touch that lingered near her cheek. She was getting very bold.
"Don't stop now Dove." She made the point of purring "I love hearing how wonderful I am in the morning." Hermione's smile broadened, she felt giddy. That voice was lethal, absolutely positively lethal. Hermione couldn't help running her hand along her smooth porcelain skin. She looked cold but felt so warm. The way she closed those dark eyes and nudged into Hermione's touch caused her to melt. God this was dangerous. She was dangerous and Hermione was clearly an adrenaline junkie.
The moment she began to actually purr drove Hermione utterly wild. She gasped at the sound and watched as Bella's smile turned into a satisfied smirk. Almost purring! She could purr if she wanted to purr. Hermione's fingers traveled down along her cheek, then tenderly ran along her neckline. The purring increased and Hermione was thankful she was lying on her stomach, half on the woman herself to be exact, otherwise her legs would definitely cave in.
"Now I'm curious..." Hermione trailed off not fully aware what was to come out of her mouth next, she was in a trance. Her eyes traveled down the ravenette's face then neck and lingered just on the flimsy neckline of the woman's silken nighty.
"About what dove?" Bella hummed her eyes still shut.
"What other sounds you can make." Hermione whispered, dragging her finger slowly along her neckline. Dark eyes opened slowly.
"What other sounds do you have in mind?" Those words made Hermione's stomach twist. Oh there were plenty of sounds in Hermione's mind she wanted to hear this woman make.