My Professor

Chapter 12

Hermione looks at the woman who frantically shook her head, muttering things she couldn't even understand. Her eyes were closed tightly, as she gripped the sheets on her bed.
Hermione swallows, what was going on?
"Professor?" Hermione said but the woman didn't stop. Her muttering increases becoming more and more audible.

As if it wasn't bad enough with her own nagging voice inside her head, now she had his too. Block your mind Bella! Damn it block him out!

'Now why would you want to do a thing like that?'  His sick laughter filled her head.
'Now tell me, who'sss...with you?'
"No!" Bellatrix snaps.
"You're mine...rememeber that!'"  He hisses, and Bellatrix could feel him trying to flick through her memories. She needed to stop him, stop him before he saw them.
"Stop it!" Bella snaps, her knuckles turning white as her grip on the sheets tighten.
"Stop!" She growls aggressively shaking her head side to side. Hermione began to panic, she had no idea what was going on.
"Professor! Professor please!" Hermione quickly put the jar on the bedside table, instantly nudging the woman's arm.
Bellatrix hisses as her body began rocking back and forth in the same aggressive way as her head. Hermione's never seen anything like it, not even Harry is this bad.

Bella had managed to stop him, stoped him from flicking through her memories, but he wasn't happy. He attempted taking control of her body, but she fought back, she couldn't let him win. She knew what he wanted, but he wouldn't get it.
Sweat began forming, dripping down the woman's head. Her nails had ripped through the sheets, as her body continued back and forth.

'I'll kill them, when I find out, I'll kill them one by one'
"No!" Bellatrix yells interrupting him and startling Hermione.
"Professor! Professor wake up, please!" Hermione attempted to shake the woman out of it but it wasn't working.
"Professor!" Hermione yells, to no avail. The girl looked at the witch, panic taking over and doing the first thing that came to mind. She'd climbed onto the bed and managed to quickly throw her leg over the witch to straddle her. Bellatrix continued to thrash side to side beneath the girl, muttering inaudible words once more. Hermione tried to hold the woman still by applying pressure to her shoulders but failed, instead she decided to try shaking the woman whilst yelling for her to wake up.

Bellatrix tensed she could feel her body being shook, but not by her demand, and certainly not his. He'd gone, his voice had gone, she couldn't feel him inside her anymore, but she could feel something straddling her, something holding her shoulders.
"Professor, Professor please!" That voice, she knew that voice. Her body stopped, she had full control again, she opened her eyes to see a jar on her bedside table. She could hear heavy breathing and something tickling the side of her face. She swallows, slowly turning her head to see the Granger girl. Her head lowered, panting for breath. Her hands appeared to be what had pinned the woman down, and she was also the source to the straddling.

Bellatrix's first reaction was to aggressively push her to the ground, however the fact that thanks to the girl she'd come back to reality, put a stop to that. Instead Bellatrix sighs closing her eyes once more, she too needed to catch her breath. that was the second time tonight Hermione had helped her. Hermione's head snaps up looking at the woman.
"Professor?"
"What?" Bellatrix snaps opening her eyes.
"You're back." Hermione smiles, then began laughing as she unthinkingly dropped her head to the woman's chest in relief.
"Thank merlin." Hermione sighs.
Bellatrix tenses slightly at the head resting against her breast, she didn't know what to do now.

Would bucking the girl off be to harsh?
Yes! Yes of course it would, she just brought you back from the land of insane!
She had no idea what was going on, she could of just left you, but she didn't. She stayed, she did her best to help, even if it did end up with her straddling you, she didn't leave you.
A smile appeared on the witch's lips at that thought. Hermione could of left her to it, but she didn't.
Bellatrix carefully moves her arm, her hand reaching for the girls head.
"There, there." Bellatrix pats, her attempt in comforting the girl after what she just witnessed. Hermione began laughing at the woman's attempt.
"I don't have to be nice you know!" Bellatrix snaps.
"Sorry, it's just, oh never mind." Hermione smiles sitting up, her eyes focused on the pouting woman beneath her.
"Whatever, can you get off now? You're crushing me."
"I'm not that heavy." Hermione rolls her eyes, though the tint to her cheeks did not go unnoticed by the woman.

Hermione realised she was still on top of her then quickly got off, picking up the jar from the dresser.
"What are you doing?" Bellatrix looks at her. "Finishing what I started." Hermione smiles as she adjusted the woman's dress to sort out her leg. Bellatrix tenses once more, closing her eyes as the young witch began rubbing the cream into her leg.
"I'm not going to pull your leg off you know, there's no need to look so worried." Hermione smiles.
"I'm not, just shut up will you!" Bellatrix snaps.
Hermione rolls her eyes as she finishes off, then returns the jar to the cupboard.
Bellatrix sighs reaching for her wand.
"What are you doing?"
"If you must know Granger, I'm sorting out this mess." Bellatrix looks at her then back at the torn sheets and her own sweating body.
"I can do it."
"No, no that's quite alright, you've done enough as it is."
And with a flick of her wand the sheets and herself were sorted.

Hermione sat on the edge of the bed looking at the witch.
"Now what?"
"Merlin you're so annoying." Bellatrix rolls her eyes.
Hermione swallows, she'd hate to admit it but that stung. She'd heard it so many times from fellow students even some professors, and yet it stung a lot more coming from her than anyone else. Bellatrix didn't quite understand the feeling of guilt that suddenly came creeping in. She wasn't one to feel guilty for her actions unless it came to Minerva which was reasonable, and understandable, however Hermione wasn't. She couldn't explain the pan of guilt that struck her whenever she hurt the girl. It was most unusual.

Bellatrix mentally screams at herself as she gives in and makes an effort to 'apologise', if you can even call it that.
Bellatrix reaches for the girl's fidgety hands, smacking them away.
"Don't fidget." Hermione jumps slightly but before she had chance to pull her hands away Bellatrix takes one in her own, squeezing it gently.
"You're not that annoying, there's worse people out there." Hermione looks at the woman.
"Is that an apology?"
Bellatrix scoffs shoving the girls hand away.
"No, I don't apologise."
Hermione frowns at the woman, though she couldn't help but smile as she saw somewhat of a playful twinkle in the witch's eyes.
"Well mean as your grubby fingers have touched most of my things, you might as well go make some tea." Hermione could of sworn she saw a smile. Before she had chance to move the witch grabbed her arm.
"Break anything, and I won't hesitate to hex you." Bellatrix arches her brow.
"I don't doubt it." Hermione grins, Bellatrix studies her for a moment before a smirk appears on her face.
"Move before I change my mind and hex you right here."
Hermione returns the smirk, saluting before she leaves.
"Little witch." Bellatrix growls as the door closes.