My Professor

Chapter 11

Once inside the woman's room, Hermione couldn't help but stop and look around. The room was surprisingly warm and cozy looking yet at the same time elegant.
"Stop gawking, and, and take me to my room." Bellatrix snaps, trying her best not to show the amount of pain she was in, especially her leg.
Hermione looked around the living room and spotted a door, she gathered that was the woman's bedroom. Hermione swallows. She was about to enter Bellatrix's Bedroom.
The strictest and scariest Professor at Hogwarts. All she wanted was for the woman to show her some attention and praise. Now look at where she's at, carrying the injured woman to her bed.
It was almost comical.

Hermione enters and examines the room. Gold and purple. That was the colour scheme. And Hermione had to admit it was pretty nice. In all honesty she expected it to be green and silver.
"Granger." Bellatrix hisses.
Hermione came back to reality and brought the woman to her bed, and carefully lay her down.
Bellatrix hisses as she struggles to sit up, she pulls up her robe and dress just enough to see a severely swollen leg.
"Well shit." Bellatrix mumbles as she began probing it with her finger.
"I think it's broken." Hermione said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"It's not broken." Bellatrix snaps.
"Well it doesn't look to good Professor."
Bellatrix glares at the girl.
"I can see that Granger."

Hermione swallows.
"Maybe I should go get Madame Pomfrey."
"Absolutely not. I will not have that woman come here and make me go to that bloody insufferable ward where she'll force god knows what down my throat."
"Well on the bright side you seem to have your breath back."
"You truly are insufferable, you know that." Bellatrix glares.
"I just helped you, carried you all the way here, the least you could do is show me some form of kindness."
"Very well. You haven't stuttered once during this whole fiasco, congratulations"

Hermione sighs, she should of known that was a long shot.
"So what are you going to do about your leg?" Hermione looks to the woman.
"Well first, I need to get rid of the swelling. If you go in the cupboard near the wardrobe there should be a blue china jar." Bellatrix points to the smaller purple cupboard with gold flowers decorating it.
Hermione did as she was told, the cupboard was filled with different kinds of jars, potions and pots. Hermione smiles as she finds the blue china jar.
She walks back to the woman.
"It looks like cream, So I take it you rub it on your leg."
"Such a clever girl." Bellatrix narrows her eyes.
"Now give me the jar."
Hermione grins, maybe this was her chance to irritate and wind the woman up, like she's been doing to Hermione.

"Nope."
"Granger." Bellatrix growls as the girl dipped her fingers into the cream, then the realisation hit her. She'd be rubbing cream onto her Professor's leg, her very attractive Professor who she'd usually fall apart around.
Bellatrix chuckles.
"Just as I thought, now give me the cream."

Hermione swallows Thats exactly what Bellatrix expects her to do, to give in and listen like a good little girl. Hermione scoffs. She can do this, she's not going to be a little goody two shoes who follows the Professor's orders all her life.
Hermione ignores the woman, she removed the woman's heels with her free hand, to see well manicured feet and ruby red toenails. She then began to rub the cream into the woman's leg, catching the woman slightly of guard earning a slight gasp.
Hermione smirks, arching her brow at the woman. She liked this very much, to think all that time she was afraid of the witch and would fall apart in her presence, now look at her.
Not only did she carry the woman bridal style to her room, she hasn't stuttered once, even spoke back and ignored the woman, Even made the woman gasp, and not forgetting she even made her blush on that little walk. Yup, Hermione was feeling pretty proud right now.

Bellatrix however was feeling weak, she hated not being in control, it made her feel vulnerable and Bellatrix hated being vulnerable. That never was a good situation to be in, she'd learnt that the hard way.
Bellatrix swallows gripping her bedsheets trying to remain calm. This was not a good feeling at all. She could really do with some whiskey now.

"That worked pretty fast." Hermione looks to the woman, she frowns noticing the woman appeared to be distressed.
"You alright professor?"
Bellatrix jumps slightly, her eyes falling to the girl.
"Yes! Why wouldn't I be?" Bellatrix snaps.
"You seem...distressed..."
"Ha distressed, I'm not distressed you're distressed."
Hermione furrows her brows.
"Anyway, I'm pretty sure you're leg is broken."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because compared to your other leg, it doesn't look so good."
"Yes well I'll be the judge of that." Bellatrix snaps as she sat up, looking down at her leg. And yes indeed, compared to her other leg, this one was completely screwed up.
Bellatrix came to the strong conclusion that:
"It's broken."
Hermione rolls her eyes.
"I could use Brackium Emendo if you don't want to go to Madame Pomfrey."
"I think I'll pass, I'd like to keep my bones thank you very much, even if it is screwed up."
"That was Lockhart, not me."
"I couldn't care less, I haven't seen one person who's managed to preform it correctly so I'll stick to my method."
"You're method?"
"Yes, now take this back and get the pink glass jar."

Bellatrix watches the girl as she does so,
She inhales and exhales counting to 100 in her head, she needed to calm down, it's not as if this girl would hurt her. If anything she was helping, and yet Bellatrix still couldn't help but feel vulnerable and weak. And that nagging voice in the back of her head just wouldn't shut up.

What kind of Professor shows their vulnerability to a student! Grow up woman you're not a pathetic child anymore! This is exactly why he did it, just look at you lying there, not doing anything to protect yourself!
She could if she wanted too, and your pathetic ass wouldn't do anything but cry,  just like all those years ago.

Bellatrix swallows closing her eyes, she had the urge to hex the girl, her head was telling her to hex the girl, but her heart, her heart said otherwise. There was a battle going on inside Bellatrix. The witch scrunches her eye shut, shaking her head, hoping to shake the voices away, now was really not a good time to have them clouding her thoughts.

Sorry I've taken so long to update, and I'm sorry if it's not that great, it will get better though. Thank you so much for reading, and continuing to read this story, I hope you've enjoyed it so far. Xx