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Bellatrix slams open the door, nearly breaking it off its hinges as she storms into the kitchen, Hermione one step behind using her wand to stop the door from hitting her after rebounding against the wall.
“Don’t walk away from me Bellatrix, you have no right to be angry at me.” Hermione says as she watches the older witch angrily open and close cupboards looking for a glass and the bottle of firewhiskey.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, nobody tells me what to do.” Bellatrix snaps, finding the bottle and twisting the cap open, taking a big mouthful of the burning liquid.
“Yes I realised that. Is that why you had your fucking tongue down that girl’s throat?” The brunette quips back, arms crossed over her chest, lips pursed in annoyance.
The bottle clinks loudly against the counter top as Bellatrix sets it down quickly, taking a threatening step forward, “How dare you? You have the nerve to talk about that, when I just saw you tongue that poor woman against the wall in the club?” The witch was seething, voice low, words slipping out between clenched teeth.
Hermione stood back abashed for a second, but she was not backing down tonight, “Well, for your information. I was having a lovely evening with Andy, when Narcissa joined us and let us know that she was just on a double date with their single eldest sister tonight, and that she just ended the evening with her own date, while her sister decided to keep the night going with hers...in a club!” Hermione recited dramatically.
The raven-haired witch somehow got even angrier, hands raking through her hair, tugging at the curls, urging herself not to shout. Taking a deep breath, she managed to hiss out, “Not that I owe you an explanation, but, I was practically dragged on this date by Narcissa because she said I needed to get out more, seeing as I’m always at the office late at night, which by the way, is actually time I’ve spent fucking you in secret. Again, I am not sure how you have the fucking nerve to question me for my actions, as I recall correctly, when I asked you if I could tell Andy and Cissa about us, it was you who said ‘Tell them what exactly? We’re not dating. Ha, what would people think.’” Bellatrix said in a mocking impression of Hermione, panicked laugh and all.
Hermione flinched at the mean childlike imitation but couldn’t help to think back to that conversation. When she did say exactly that, and when the older witch tried to imply that they did have some kind of relationship as they were both monogamous, Hermione brushed it off with a comment that had frustratingly slipped her mind. ‘You’re free to see whoever you want Bellatrix; I don’t own you.’ Hermione swore to herself. She had been working with her therapist about her commitment issues and apparently it all boiled down to her own self-esteem, as she didn’t think anyone would want to have a monogamous relationship with her. Thinking she would bore them to death with all her book talk, or that she wasn’t hot enough to keep them interested for long enough. Bellatrix had sent her into panic mode, the way that she didn’t miss a word of her literacy rantings and replied back with equally heated enthusiasm. The way that her eyes would burn into her body the minute she entered the room. The way she would worship every part of her body, feeding sweet compliments while dragging filthy moans from her throat. Hermione wasn’t used to this, so when Bellatrix asked about telling her sisters Hermione didn’t know what to do, she had to push her away, this couldn’t be real. Her therapist wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her, explaining that this was real, and asked her how would she feel about Bellatrix being with another woman, Hermione had gone pale. She then explained to Hermione that she had just given Bellatrix a free pass to do exactly that. The young witch had planned to talk to Bellatrix this coming week, but Narcissa’s little drop in threw a wrench in that plan.
“I-Well...okay, I did say that, and maybe I should’ve thought that through first,” she huffed. “But you didn’t say anything! You agreed, so you can’t be angry with me for kissing that girl, actually...why are you angry then if you agreed?” She frowned accusingly at the taller witch.
Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, “I agreed because I have no desire to force people into relationships that they don’t want to be in. I’ll tell you why I am angry, once you tell me why you even came to the club I was in, only to put your hands all over someone else.” Raising her eyebrows in question, taking another gulp of the whiskey while she waits for her answer.
The young witch hesitates, but let’s her anger win, bursting from her in stumbling yells, “Because I was jealous okay! When Narcissa told us where you were, I almost splinched myself in my haste to apparate to the club. When I saw you there, chest to chest with that girl and then she kissed you? I just saw red. I couldn’t think clearly, I grabbed the first girl that smiled flirtingly at me and kissed her. So tell me, why are you angry at me, when you have done the same thing?”
Bellatrix grips her chin, "Listen to what you just said, she kissed me. I admit I did reciprocate for a second, seeing as I am single, but I pushed her away once I realised I was imagining kissing someone else. That's when I decided to leave, and got a lovely show from yourself."
Hermione gulped, trying to shift away from the other woman, but the fingers on her chin held tighter, nails digging in. She didn’t expect to hear a valid reasoning, but she was still enraged, this could’ve all been avoided if either one of them spoke honestly, it wasn’t all on her, she would not back down now. She felt like releasing this anger.
“Fine! I acted impulsively, did something stupid! But this is not all on me, you could’ve told me the truth. And I know you, if you really didn’t want to go on this date tonight, if you really didn’t want to go to the club with her, you could’ve avoided it. No one can drag your stubborn ass anywhere if you don’t want to. Somewhere deep inside you wanted to do all that.” She argues in righteous indignation.
This only seemed to rile up Bellatrix, eyes going wild in anger. The young witch might be right at some level, but she was still in the wrong. No words seem to come to Bellatrix’s mind as she refrains from shouting, so instead she extends her fingers to seize Hermione’s jaw in an unmoving grip before pulling her into a bruising kiss.
Hermione gasps then proceeds to kiss back at a similar pace. Both witches trying to dominate the other, teeth clashing, tongues gliding seamlessly, both pairs of hands roughly moving to the others hair, pulling and scratching. They break apart with a yelp from the Slytherin witch stepping back while touching a finger to her bleeding lip. The younger witch smirking triumphantly.
“Insolent brat.” Bellatrix hisses out.
“Desperate spinster.” Hermione bites back.
“Untrusting whore.”
“Fucking bitch.”
They crash back together, lips moving simultaneously. This time there’s more urgency, bodies rocking against each other, Hermione’s hands in the dark curls above her holding her head still while she licks every inch of the dark-haired witch’s mouth, Bellatrix’s fingers digging into the other’s hips, rolling them in sync with hers.
Breathless, they pull apart. Hermione’s chest heaves as she sucks in much needed breaths. Bellatrix doesn’t stop, moving her head to the neck extended before her, she leaves open mouthed kisses then proceeds to bite harshly.
“Fuckk.” The young witch moans out, her pulse thrumming, while the other witch licks the bite soothingly. She won’t get away with that, Hermione leans forward and leaves her own teeth mark on the shoulder of the older witch.
“Hmph! You wench.” Bellatrix grunts out.
They both lock eyes, dangerous excitement in the air around them. Hermione couldn’t help the anger inside of her turning into heated arousal, she knew this was probably not a good idea, but they could apologise and cuddle afterwards, there was a sick thrill from insulting and punishing the other woman, and from the look of the other woman she felt the same.
Bellatrix looked captivating, curls everywhere, lips red and sore from where Hermione had bit her. Her eyes had darkened in lust, and she wetted her lips in anticipation. An understanding passed between them, they would have this out now, and then they would forget all about the earlier events of tonight.
They could wait no more. Hand at the back of Hermione’s neck, the other on her waist, Bellatrix walked them clumsily backwards, lips locked once again, until they hit the kitchen table. Hermione broke the kiss, looking back at the table, covered in Bellatrix’s notebooks, newspapers and teacups.
“There’s too much stu-” She tried to tell the other woman. Before the reckless witch leans past her and uses her arm to knock everything onto the floor.
Hermione gapes at her, “What the fuck Bellatrix, we could’ve moved to your bedroom.”
“Oh shut up. You wanted to act like a whore tonight? You can get fucked on the kitchen table like one.” Before Hermione can retort, Bellatrix shuts her up with a consuming kiss, before working her way down her throat in kisses and bites, at the same time lifting the young witch by her thighs onto the table.
As Hermione lies back against the hard wood beneath her, gasping from the torturous lips above her, she wraps her legs around the dark-haired witch using her body to pull her fully onto the table with her. She then knocks the elbow beside her head bearing the weight of the older witch and uses the distraction to flip them. Bellatrix grunts in surprise as her back hits the table.
Her eyes narrow, “Topping from the bottom, are we?” Amusement shining in her eyes.
Hermione didn’t like the smug look on her face, the hands on her hips already moving ready to flip them over again, not on her watch. She holds out her wand and casts a sticking charm holding the arms below her against the table motionless. Ice cold fury fills the dark eyes staring at her, Hermione second guesses her actions but decides it’s too late now. She bends down silencing the raging woman beneath her with her mouth, no doubt she would start spouting threats soon. Better safe than sorry, Hermione casts a quick silencio, trying to not think of the consequences that will come, the ones she can read from the face of the glowering woman beneath her.
Well she should at least make the most of this short time free from denial and teasing. She breathes in the scent of the other witch, licking her neck and leaving bruises to mark while she can’t help but roll her hips against the woman below her. Her unplanned night meant she was still wearing the flowy summer dress she wore while catching up with Andy, and Bellatrix wore her tight black pants, meaning that Hermione was reaching the edge faster than she planned, feeling the pressure of the zipper directly against her underwear. She moans as she can’t stop herself from grinding unashamedly, the witch beneath her grinding back silently.
“How does it feel? Me using your body for my own pleasure, is this what you wanted that woman to do to you tonight?” She taunts.
Hermione kisses her, letting the other witch swallow her moans. As she feels her climax rise within her, closing in by a few seconds, her eyes flutter closed, hip pressing down. Then hands grip her hips stilling her.
“Wha-” She startles, as they once again swap places. She looks at Bellatrix in confusion.
“Oh, you think I can’t wandlessly get out of a little sticking and silencing charm? You underestimate me pet, I grew up as a wealthy pureblood, this is how we were raised.” Bellatrix smirks.
Hermione swallows nervously, still panting from her close orgasm that she knows she won’t be getting without a little begging first.
“I think this is only fair.” Bellatrix says as she casts a wandless incarcerous, binding Hermione’s wrists to the corners of the table.
The bound witch tests the ropes, pulling hopelessly then sighs in defeat. Bellatrix grins at the futile attempt, enjoying being back in charge once again. She dips her head to leave bruises on the younger witch’s jaw, moving down to mercilessly suck and bite her neck, struggling to do so as the witch beneath her wriggles and shoves her shoulder in attempt to push Bellatrix away. She would not go down without a fight.
“Stop moving, stay still.” The raven-haired woman demands.
“Make me.” She goads the other woman with a sneer.
A dark look appears on Bellatrix’s face, lips curling in challenge. She moves fast, one hand on Hermione’s neck holding her down, leaning her body down to fully press against the other woman, successfully immobilising any unwanted movements.
Bending to reach her mouth to the shell of Hermione’s ear, she growls out, “Is that better darling?”
Hermione doesn’t answer. Her mouth hangs open, releasing trembling gasps. Her eyes hazy, clouded in hungry arousal. She gives a shaky nod, unable bring herself to vocally reply.
“That’s better.” Bellatrix smirks, pressing a quick peck to the lips before her.
Wasting no time, the Slytherin witch bunches up the summer dress around the waist of the tremulous witch, she snaps the band of the underwear, pulling them away from her body, there was no time to strip her, she needed to taste her, feel her, punish her.
Gripping both thighs with sharp nails Bellatrix slithers her way down, pushing Hermione’s legs apart to fit herself snugly in between. The young witch is at her mercy, heels digging into the oak underneath, doe eyes gazing hopelessly down at the black curls so close to where she needed her.
Thumbs stroking her thighs, Bellatrix breathed in the scent of Hermione, her arousal filling the air around them, folds glistening with her wetness. The dark-haired witch couldn’t possibly resist any longer, she drags her tongue through the folds collecting juices, humming approvingly at the taste of her lover.
Hermione squirms as she tugs at the bonds, longing to grip her hands in the dark hair, guiding the talented mouth where she truly needs it. She settles instead for clamping her thighs around Bellatrix’s head, urging her to keep going.
This wouldn’t do. Bellatrix digs her nails into the olive skin of her thighs, resulting in their release from her head, and a hiss from above that turned into a whine when the older witch pulls away.
“Tut, tut Hermione. It’s my turn now, why don’t you behave for once and stay fucking still, maybe I’ll punish you a little less.” Bellatrix mocks.
“Punish me? I should be punishing you; you went on a date with another woman!” The young witch states affronted.
Bellatrix looks at her in disbelief, an amusing image when her lips were still glossed in Hermione’s arousal. “What? You can’t still possibly think you have the higher ground here?!”
“Well I did...” She shrugs her shoulders and shakes her bound wrists, “Until you cheated and did this.”
Bellatrix scowls, “You what? I don’t need to tie you up to have my way with you. The minute I have my hands on you, you melt into the bottom that you are.”
Hermione gasps in indignation, “I do not! Why don’t you release me and prove it!” She spits back.
“Fine!” She waves her hand, releasing the bonds.
The young witch brings her hands to the shoulders above her and pulls herself up in one quick motion, crushing their lips together, thrusting her tongue into Bellatrix’s mouth. Her nails scratch the curls at the back of the older woman’s head. She wraps her left leg around the other woman’s body, slowly rotating them.
“No chance.” The dark-haired seductress says, pinning Hermione down with her hips. Hermione pouts, unhappy with the direction this was going.
Bellatrix kisses her pouty lips, pulling away with a grin, “Now be a good girl, and be thankful that I’m even touching you after you had that woman’s filthy hands all over you.” She trails her hands up the dress once again, pushing her leg in between Hermione’s.
“Thankful? I bet she could get me to moan louder than you.” She smirks, trying her best to gain some ground while being pinned down.
“How dare you?!” Bellatrix seethed.
“If it’s not true, show me.” Hermione challenges.
“Fuck you.” She spits back.
“Yeah, I’m waiting for that.”
Bellatrix growls and slams the younger witch back down to the table, air whooshing out of her. The raven-haired woman shoves two fingers roughly into her opening, pulling them out quickly and repeating, stroking Hermione’s insides at a brutal pace. The Gryffindor didn’t seem to mind, back arching, biting her lip to stifle the loud moans that were slipping from her, dragging her hand down the other’s back.
Bellatrix uses her thumb to jerk the lip from beneath Hermione’s teeth, “Stop resisting, I wanna hear every sound that comes out of that dirty mouth.”
The brunette squeezes her eyes closed, begging her body to avoid reacting to the curling fingers inside her. Desire thrums through her veins, her climax building, nearing the edge with every thrust.
The older witch narrows her eyes, not impressed with this. She brings her spare hand to the covered breast and massages it harshly, thumb swiping over her clothed nipple swiftly. A strangled moan escapes, and Bellatrix smirks evilly. Warm velvet clenches tightly around her fingers, hinting at the impending orgasm.
“Yes, Yess...don’t stop.” Hermione chants out.
Bellatrix stills her hand, pressing down with her other hand against Hermione’s chest as she tries to sit up.
Hermione screeches, “What are you doing?! Keep fucking going, I was almost there!” She tries to rock Bellatrix into her with a heel against her ass.
“Didn’t I tell you that I was going to fuck you on this table like a whore? You think I’d let you goad me, and I’d just listen?”
Hermione puffs out a breath. Trying to form a new way to get an orgasm as quickly as possible. She slants her mouth to the older witch and digs her nails into her back, scratching red bloody marks into her skin, drawing a deep howl from the dark witch.
“Fucking bitch.” She hisses.
But this seems to kickstart new action. Bellatrix starts thrusting her fingers with abandon, thumb rubbing circles around her clit uncontrollably, she uses her hips to push into the witch below her with more force. Hermione’s body moves along the table, breasts bouncing rapidly as Bellatrix uses all her strength to drive into her at a punishing pace.
The edge was near again, Bellatrix knew. “Huh you like that? Beg me pet, or I’ll stop again.”
“F-Fuck you!” Hermione gasps out in between moans, Bellatrix chuckles in response. No fucking chance would she be begging tonight. She lifts her knee to press against the older witch’s core, feeling the wetness through her pants, she shifts her knee in quick motions hoping the pressure of the zipper against her would make the other woman tremble.
Bellatrix falters in her movements, eyelids fluttering. The devious witch knew exactly what she was doing, had her own knees shaking, her own climax already close from fucking the woman beneath her. Now every thrust of her hips to push her fingers into Hermione had her own core grinding against the younger witch’s knee.
“You love this, you love being fucked like a whore on my table, still in our clothes, not even bothered to close the door.” Bellatrix says against the neck of the woman beneath her, panting from the rhythm of their dance.
Hermione let’s out a low whine, “Whatever. Don’t act like you’re not loving this, you may think you’re topping tonight, but who’s rubbing her cunt up against me like a slut? Whose breath stutters every time my nails scrape your back? You want this just as much as I do.” Her own breath stuttering while her hips roll frenziedly, knee twitching up and down.
Bellatrix couldn’t bring herself to reply, too caught up in their movements. What could she say anyway, the witch wasn’t wrong.
Their tempo reaches its peak, nails scratching unblemished skin, marking each other possessively. Motions blurred as their hips move at a blinding rate. The table moves a couple of inches on the floor as they thrust powerfully, both witches moaning and grunting, mouths melting together as they swallow the sounds of the other.
“Come for me now little witch.” The older witch commands.
Hermione would not be the only one to fall apart. She shoves her hand down Bellatrix’s pants, fingers meeting slickness, she rubs ruthlessly at her clit.
“Come with me.” She demands back.
Bellatrix moans loudly at the new sensation, her own fingers curling inside Hermione. Both witches freeze for a second before shouting out the others name while their bodies shudder in release, clinging to each other as they come down from their high.
As they both catch their breath, they stare deep into each other's eyes, no more insults to say.
They jump to sit upright as they hear the sound of someone arriving by floo through the fireplace in the hallway.
“Bella, are you here? Any chance you’ve heard from Hermione? We’ve been looking for her everywhere, she just disapparated in a blink. We thought you could help us, as we’re getting really worried.” They heard Andy shout, her voice moving further away from them as she most likely assumed Bellatrix would be in bed at this time.
Both witches sighed in relief as they’d have a few minutes before Andy came back down to look in the kitchen, giving Hermione enough time leave unnoticed. Bellatrix brought her fingers to her mouth to suck clean, and even though she had possibly a minute to get herself to the fireplace, Hermione couldn’t help but pull Bellatrix’s fingers into her own mouth, sliding her tongue between them. The older witch’s eyes darken, but before she could do anything about it, they must’ve missed the sound of the floo the second time, and the clicking of heels.
“Ahem.” A blonde witch stands in the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Slight look of bewilderment on her face.
The witches freeze, faces inches apart, Bellatrix’s fingers still in Hermione’s mouth, unable to process what was happening. They still haven’t moved when Andy enters the kitchen, eyes widening at the display before her. She eyes the fingers currently engulfed in the young witch’s mouth, the items clearly thrown all over the floor, the fact that they’re both still on top of the table, and the last detail of someones ripped underwear lying on the floor.
Finally realising how they must look they jump apart, Hermione smoothing down her dress, Bellatrix leaving a big gap between them, a rare look of guilt on her face, avoiding eye contact with her sisters.
Andy and Narcissa share an incredulous look as they gape at this woman who looked like their sister but couldn't be as their sister had never felt shy or guilty in her life. They had caught her in the act multiple times, why was she acting like this now?
Bellatrix felt terrible. Hermione didn’t want Andy and Cissa to know, and now here they were, caught red-handed. It was all her fault.
Hermione assessed the situation; she wasn’t sure why Bellatrix looked so devastated, but she couldn’t see any way out now.
“Soo...surprise! Bella and I have been seeing each other for a while, and I guess we’re kinda in a relationship?” Hermione says, ending in a question as she hadn’t discussed this with Bellatrix yet.
As she looks unsurely at Bellatrix, she holds out her hand, the older witch’s face softens grasping her fingers before pulling her swiftly towards her. She places a soft kiss against her lips and pulls away as they touch forehead to forehead, gazing into each other’s eyes.
“Yes, yes we are. So if you don’t mind getting the fuck out so we can continue this in the bedroom.” Bellatrix says, not sparing a glance towards her sisters.
Narcissa turns to Andy with a smirk, holding out her hand, “Pay up Andy, I told you that the double date would’ve forced them to grow up.”
Andy slaps ten pounds into her sister's hand giggling, “I don’t even care, I’m glad you’re right, look at how cute they look together.”
The new couple stare at them with their mouths open. Bellatrix scowls, pointing a hand to the door, “Get the fuck out!” She yells. Throwing a badly aimed stinging jinx towards them.
They both chuckle as they half run to the fireplace, “Have fun!” Andy shouts over her shoulder.
“Interfering harlots.” Bellatrix grumbles under her breath, though she tries to hide a smile.
Hermione giggles at her, pulling the attention back towards her. Bellatrix bends down to throw her over her shoulder. The young witch yelps as she is carried out of the room, “Where are we going?”
She smacks a hand against Hermione’s ass, “To the bedroom. I need to consummate this relationship with my new girlfriend.” She cackles wickedly.
Hermione wiggles excitedly in her grip.