My Professor

Chapter 33

"One tea for one incredibly attractive lady." Hermione smiles handing the woman the tea. Bellatrix half smiles, yeah she needed to distance herself alright, but not tonight. "Thank you Hermione." The woman takes a sip of the hot tea, oblivious to the smiling girl beside her, who's eyes watched her every move.

She should end this, she really should.

"So how was your day?" Bellatrix asks before bringing the cup to her lips.
"Same as any other day really, still top of all my classes." She smiles proudly.
"Well I wouldn't say all of them..."
Hermione frowns, her entire attention focused on Bellatrix.
"What?"
"Well you're not exactly doing all that well in my class Granger..."
"Oh? Well that's not acceptable, maybe I need some extra lessons..." Hermione smiles moving closer to the woman.
"That's not a bad idea, Professor Snape could always help you out." Bellatrix smiles sweetly.
Hermione's face fell at the woman's words.

"Ha ha ha"
"Oh did you think I was suggesting..." Bellatrix chuckles cruelly as she takes another sip of her tea.
"You know, you really are cruel."
"Oh hush, you clearly love it or why else would you be here?" The woman smirks, and Hermione couldn't deny it.
For years the woman mentally tortured Hermione which only powered Hermione's determination to get her approval, her attention. No ones approval ever mattered as much as Bellatrix' did. And the more Bellatrix played her, denied her, ignored her the more Hermione craved the attention of Bellatrix Black, no matter how much the woman scared her, or tormented her, her determination pushed it all aside. And now look at her, she went from a stuttering mess around the dark beauty to having an affair with her.

And boy did she love it, Bellatrix sent so many thrills and different emotions through her entire body, she'd never felt more alive than she was when she in the woman's presence. And she never wanted it to end. Frankly as far as Hermione was concerned the woman could break every bone in her body as long as the woman's attention was hers to keep.

"I sometimes ask myself that very question, why am I here? Why do I find myself drawn to you? It's been that way since I first saw you when I was eleven, it was something about you, all I knew was that I wanted your attention..." Hermione had never once admitted to this out loud before until now. Bellatrix watches the girl, watching the girl who's watching her.
"I needed your attention...and the more you insulted me and pushed me away the more I wanted you. I found myself drawn to you like a moth to a flame and I could never explain it."

Bellatrix didn't know how to respond, she never was good at talking about feelings and that. But she definitely knew what the girl meant, she found herself feeling the same way, but being the wondrous person she is she ignored them and turned to insults, mental torture, things she knew how to control.

"Then when you finally let me in I found myself losing control, I couldn't control my own body, the more I tried the more I failed and before I knew it I was kissing you." She places her cup on the table? Turning entirely to face the woman.
"And after that I knew I was doomed. Your lips are toxic, and I can't get enough." And with that Hermione hungrily caught Bellatrix in a kiss, tipping the woman's tea in process but she didn't care.

Bellatrix gasps at the burning liquid that set fire to her skin beneath the clothes but soon found herself enjoying the pain, almost as much as the lips that so fiercely danced against hers. Bellatrix growls as Hermione pushes her back into the settee before moving to straddle her, this girl always seemed to think she could be in control. With another growl Bellatrix pushed the girl onto her back, wasting no time in pinning her down by settling on her lap.
"Just remember who's in charge here." Bellatrix whispers huskily before capturing Hermione's lips once more.