My Professor

Chapter 18

Bellatrix was bored, she'd marked all the papers for today, sighing she checks her watch. Then a thought crossed her mind. The woman debated wether to go through with it, deciding she had nothing better to do she figured why not. She reaches for her cloak and heads out.

Hermione had permission to leave the castle to run as long as she stayed near Hagrid's hut. She was actually shocked at how little convincing it took to get Dumbledore's permission, Mcgonagall wasn't all that impressed but Dumbledore managed to somehow talk her around.

Hermione began stretching completely oblivious to the pair of eyes watching her.
"You are a peculiar little thing." Bellatrix came and stood in the girl's view. Hermione looks at her with a smile.
"So you changed your mind about the run?" Hermione walks towards her.
"Though what you're wearing isn't exactly running material." Hermione eyes the woman over. Bellatrix rolls her eyes.
"I'm not running, as I said I don't run if I don't have to."
"Then why are you here? Did you come to watch?" Hermione smirks. Bellatrix scoffs.
"No, I came...to see Hagrid."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, not everything is about you Granger." Bellatrix rolls her eyes.

"That's why I asked Dumbledore if I could come out here." Hermione smiles looking around. Bellatrix arches her brow.
"Do Feel free to enlighten me on what you're talking about." Bellatrix clears her throat
"Well, when I used to train back at the castle, some of the other students would watch, it was annoying because they'd whistle and scream and it was just so irritating and distracting."
"Ah, well I can assure you I will not be screaming nor will I whistle."
"Thought you were going to see Hagrid." Hermione grins.
"Yes, well uh, I just remembered he isn't there. And I walked all the way here so I might as well stay. Just to make sure you're not in any danger."
"Oh but of course." Hermione grins.

Bellatrix walked towards the stone and took a seat, wrapping the cloak around her, it was rather chilly. Her eyes fall to the girl with trainers and a very tight pair of  black leggings.
Bellatrix looked to the floor.
"Well shit." Bellatrix mutters to herself.
Hermione smirks pulling off her hoodie, revealing her sports bra.
"Do you Mind holding this for me?"
Bellatrix looks up, her eyes on the verge of popping. She quickly diverted her eyes to the ground.

Surly that's not allowed? This is Highly inappropriate, maybe she should just leave and go back to the castle.
"You can wear it if you're cold, I noticed you shivering." Hermione walks towards the woman holding the jumper out to her.
Bellatrix swallows, her eyes still glued to the floor.
"Won't you be cold? I mean, your costume, it's, it's...it looks quite cold."
Hermione began laughing.
"You can look you know, it's a sports bra, it's designed for woman to wear when they work out." Hermione places her hands on her hips.
Bellatrix swallows slowly looking up, Hermione grins as her Professor's cheeks turn pink.
"Yes, well are you sure you, you don't want that?" She looks at the material in the girls hands.
"It's still rather chilly, and that, that so called sports bra definitely won't keep you warm." Bellatrix avoids to look at the girl. Hermione laughs again.
"Don't worry Professor, I'll warm up soon enough. You're the one that's shivering."
"I'm not shivering." Bellatrix folds her arms.
"Okay what ever you say." Hermione smiles holding the hoodie up for the woman. Bellatrix mutters something before taking it. Hermione grins as she returns to stretching.

Bellatrix's eyes drift to the girl.
"No wonder people stare, when she's waltzing around like that." Bellatrix mutters, folding the hoodie up on her lap.
"With that body, she's just asking for it. And those abs, what even is she?" Bellatrix mumbles to herself completely unaware that the girl could here her. Hermione couldn't hide her growing grin. Maybe it wasn't a one sided attraction after all. Hermione grins wickedly, she could play the wicked flirt too.

Bellatrix watched silently as the girl trained, and she definitely found herself getting colder.
She wasn't one for the cold, and the girl's hoodie was very tempting right now.
By the time Hermione was done she was dripping in sweat. She ran back towards the woman, tucking a strand of hair that clung to her sweaty forehead behind her ear.
" That was pointless, your hair's a frizzy mess anyway." Bellatrix looks at her.
"Thank you for that." Hermione rolls her eyes, as she began stretching once more.
"What are you doing now?" Bellatrix frowns.
"Cooling down." Hermione said, continuing to stretch directly in front of the woman, who tries to look anywhere else.
"Well go somewhere else, must you do it directly in front of me?" The witch snaps.

"I don't mind you looking."
"You were just complaining about the other people watching you Granger."
"Yes, but you are not other people." That caught Bellatrix's attention.
"Flirting with a professor is highly inappropriate."
"This whole situation is highly inappropriate. Besides you didn't mind flirting with me a few weeks ago." Hermione grins, placing her long leg beside the witch on the stone, and began stretching. Bellatrix swallows, she'd created a monster.
"That, I uh, that was, I was-"
"Something the matter Professor?" Hermione smirks.

Bellatrix blushes deeply as she avoids looking at the girl. Boy had she messed up. Her plan didn't just backfire, it blew up in her face and now she had no idea what to do.
Hermione laughs, swapping legs. She loved how the tables have turned, and seeing the woman like this, it was too cute, too amusing.
Once she'd finished her after run stretches, she sat beside the woman, taking a sip from her water bottle. She offers the water to Bellatrix who politely declines.
"No thank you Miss Granger." Bellatrix looks at  her hands in her lap. Hermione smiles, reaching over to the woman's lap and taking one of the woman's hands in her own.
"Do you think maybe, you could call me Hermione? Miss Granger's to formal. Truth be told I don't like being called miss Granger constantly, it's most annoying." Hermione smiles. Bellatrix looks at the girl.
"Then you can call me Bellatrix. Only when we're alone, though, I will hex you otherwise." Bellatrix warns. Hermione chuckles.
"Very well...Bellatrix."
The woman smiles slightly, "Hermione."
Her eyes drift back to her lap, and their joint hands.

She should pull it away, but she doesn't, she should put an end to this whole strange scenario between them, but she doesn't, she couldn't quite explain it, but she's never felt so warm and tingly before...it felt good.

"Where's my hoodie?" Hermione smiles nudging the woman slightly, snapping her out of her train of thought.
"Hm?" She looks at the girl, then it clicks.
"Oh, uh the jumper you gave me..."
"Yeah..." Hermione grins "you're wearing it aren't you?"
"No!" The woman replied far too quickly and defensively.
"It's alright, you can keep it."
Bellatrix frowns.
"Even if I was wearing it, which I'm not, why would I keep it?"
Hermione shrugs. "To remind you I'm here if you ever need someone."
Bellatrix looks at the girl, she couldn't explain the feelings running through her body at this minute, and she didn't understand why this spectacularly intelligent attractive young woman was being so kind to her, especially when she did use to treat her pretty shitty, Not because she disliked the girl, but because she saw great potential in the girl, that's why she was harsh, it was for her own good.

Bellatrix opened her mouth to say something, but soon closed it. She sighs, now she was being the pathetic baby.