The Dark Lioness

Chapter 3

When Hermione returned from her detention her hand was on display for everyone to see. I must not talk back to my superiors. Sitting down in an armchair,she opened the letter she received that morning.

'Dear Hermione,

We may not know each other but I find myself wishing to know the secluded lion cub. I know this is rather ominous but I know of your blood status. You really should tell Minerva,it is tearing her apart.

Now onto the real reason I wrote you. I find myself plagued with dreams of you and I can not comprehend why you frequent my dreams,but I find myself craving to sleep,just so I can be around you in my dreamland. I will admit to being quit spooked the first time you occurred in my dream state but it was a rather pleasant dream. Actually thinking about it I had a similar dream when I was your age.

Anyway, I know you are smart and will more than likely figure my identity out but I crave to have an intellectual conversation,even if the means are by quill and parchment. I know it's what you crave as well your friends never were on your level were they? Don't be afraid to write to me,I don't bite unless you wish me to ;)

Love,

BB'

A small snicker left Hermione's lips at the silly drawn winking face. Hermione sat tracing the cursive writing trying to figure it out the identity of this ominous BB. After an hour of thoughts bumping into each other Hermione summon some parchment accompanied with a quill and ink,she began to form her reply.

'To BB,

I don't believe I am in acquaintance with you but I feel the need to write to you. You are right I do crave intellectual conversation. Not even the Ravenclaws are quite on my level. Although the last three brightest of the ages (myself included) have all been from different houses to the 'smartest' one in Hogwarts. One my mother the other one people believe to be a deranged psychopath. I myself admire her, Bellatrix Black. Her magical power is extraordinary. As a pureblood her power is not surprising but her mind is something I envy.

Even on paper I seem to ramble. I would love to be correspondents of sorts if this is agreeable. Maybe you could help me with the situation I find myself in. I do wish to tell my Máthair but I fear rejection. She is my favourite professor and I don't want to lose her. But what kind of 'Gryffindor' would I be? Not a proud one at all.

In fact I despise being a lion. I seem to always be looked at now and it is driving me mad. Maybe a hex or two would provide some ground rules of such?

Anyway, my hand is killing from my detention with the pink blob and I need to sleep.

Regards,

HMcG.'

Hermione sent Crookshanks to the owlery to delivered the letter and walked to her room.

The bonus to having a room to yourself was that you were the only one allowed entry. Even with that protection Hermione warded the room so that if anyone entered,even by side along elf apparition, the identities of said intruder would be known.

Hermione was rudely awakened the following morning by a lone ray of light streaming in through the semi open curtains. She stretched then pulled the covers off of herself and walked to the bathroom. Turning on the shower she stripped and stepped inside. As she washed her hands began to wonder. Reaching her semi erect member she slowly began to let her mind wander.

Dark charcoal eyes looked up at hermione. "Do you want me to taste you?" Hermione whimpered knowing what was asked. The woman smirked before wrapping delicate pale hands around the large shaft. The woman began torturously running her hands back and forth on the member. A sultry smirk crossed blood red lips before a tongue swept across the tip of Hermione member.