Chapter 5
20th September 2000
Bellatrix sat by the window of her penthouse, enjoying the view of the city bathing in the fog and early morning rays glimmering in it. She admired the colours of the sky and the landscape, the wind humming in her ears. Her mind felt foggy too while she thought about the night. She had come home four hours ago but had not gotten any sleep, so here she was, sitting in her favorite armchair sipping black coffee. She thought about the happiness at the club, the confidence she had felt, all the attention she had gotten, the excitement, the disappointment, the sudden fear.
She still felt the young woman in her arms, clenching into her clothes, shaking. The girl did not want to let go of her and buried herself further in her arms seeking warmth and safety, even though her friends came over. Bellatrix did not want to let go either, but finally it was time to do so. She took a finale glimpse of the brown orbs and then the girl was being escorted to ambulance. The police had seized the man who was guilty for what had happened and locked him into the police car. Everyone present had been questioned and all the testimonies made sure that the attacker would get his punishment.
Bellatrix put her coffee cup on the table and hummed in her thoughts. The was amazed that the girl was the same one she had known for a while ten years ago. She and Andy were sure about it, they had seen her face and eyes. The eyes. Her heart ached. Hermione. What was her last name again? ...Smith? Bellatrix took her phone and did some research. It took a while but soon she was convinced there was no Hermione Smith in this town. Was she married? No... Then it clicked. She had disappeared ten years ago. She had gotten a new family. So, she probably had a new family name. Bellatrix sighed as she felt slightly disappointed. On the other hand, she felt stalkerish. Since when she had been so interested in the girls she wanted to fuck? Ok, that was a crude word thinking what had just happened. Bellatrix smirked anyway, dreamingly. Oh, how she regretted she did not hit the girl when she had a chance. The night could have gone very differently. Bellatrix could think of quite many enjoyable things they could have done.
Bellatrix falls asleep in her armchair thinking if she could connect with the young woman later. If not to fuck, at least to check how was she doing.
24rd September 2000
It has been a couple of days since the horrible situation happened. Bellatrix had gotten herself absorbed into her work, but she could not to leave Hermione from her mind. Almost annoying it would have been if she was not so interested in her. Her painting started little by little remind a familiar figure... Did she really have some feelings for the girl? They did not know each other. It was a crush. So many years she had been able to freeze he her feelings so what was it now? Just like as a teenager. She had been a wild, irresponsible teen until she and her friends had saved Hermione. With her she had been gentle and kind. Like with her sisters. Cissy said she was a lamb in wolf’s clothes and almost got herself killed by Bellatrix while Andy laughed joyfully next to them.
The Daily News had made a short item about what had happened. It seemed like the attacker named Cormac McLaggen was getting his punishment due to there being so much evidence against him. Bellatrix personally hoped the guy would get chopped and buried under the parking lot or something.
Bellatrix had also tried to contact the girl but was not able to. All she honestly wanted at this point was to talk to the girl and make sure she was all right. The police told her they could give her contact information to Hermione but that’s it. Bellatrix was not too hopeful. She understood that the girl had been in a traumatic situation. But at least she had to try.
25th September 2000
Bellatrix was about to enter her sister Andy’s house when her phone rang. Unfamiliar number. Her heart jumped. Was it the girl?
“Bellatrix Black on the phone.”
“Um.. Hi, it’s Hermione Granger”. Bellatrix smiled warmly to the unsure voice she heard. “You... you probably don’t remember me but... I wanted to call you about... about the incident what happened almost a week ago at the park... I wanted to thank you and your friends. The police gave me your number” Hermione said.
“Yes, Hermione, I remember you. I must say I’m very relieved to hear from you. My friends and I were worried about you. I assure you that you don’t have to thank us. Of course we did everything we could after we noticed what was happening. Would you like to tell me how you are feeling? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, of course. I understand.” Bellatrix tried to sound kindest she had ever been.
“Of course I have to thank you, I’m so grateful. And... It has been an exhausting couple of days but I’m ok. I’ve seen my long-term therapist. Sorry, you didn’t need to know that. Anyway, I’m surprisingly ok, and happy that the git Cormac is under arrest”. Bellatrix smirked at that.
“I’m very happy to hear you are fine, Hermione” Bellatrix said huskily. “If you need anything, feel free to contact me.” She wanted to suggest meeting so badly but that would have been very inappropriate.
“Thank you, miss Black. I hope you will pass on my gratefulness to your friends.”
“I promise, I will.”
“Great... Um, have a good day miss Black.”
“You too, Hermione.”
Bellatrix pocketed her phone and sighed. Well, now they had spoken to each other. Damn it, the girl had a cute voice.
Bellatrix was happy, the girl seemed to feel surprisingly well. Good. Very good.
She entered Andy’s house without knocking.
26th September 2000
Bellatrix sat on a soft couch by the edge of the balcony. The balcony was placed above the backwall of the art exhibition hall her paintings were on display. She had been working there on her next painting since she wanted to be a part of the exhibition but hated to be down there talking to the people. While she focused on her painting, people got glimpses of her and her progress without disturbing her. When she sat on a couch, people could not see her, and she was happy like that. Especially now. She sighed dreamily while leaning closer to the edge. When she leaned slightly more, she was able to see her oblivious target better, but doubted that anyone could see her. Her lips curved into a beautiful, mischievous smirk when she ogled her target, who had just moved closer to one painting and was easier to be spied on. While she had taken a small pause with painting and turned to watch customers down at the hall, the girl had walked in. Yes, the young woman, Bellatrix thought and shivered. The Doe-eyes.
So, here she sat, ogling the girl, and licking her lips. The girl looked so delicious. Bellatrix was not sure what was the thing about her. She was quite ordinary person, beautiful and sexy, yes, but so were so many other women. Bellatrix was not fussy, if someone appealed to her, she went for it. But there was something... Bellatrix smiled. It was some kind of sign, that the girl was here at her art exhibition. That she was here, now, the same time as Bellatrix. Bellatrix watched the girl walking to her very first piece of work and got lost in her thoughts. The she stands, quietly, eyes shining (or that Bellatrix imagined). Girls bronze skin glowed and soft brown curls fell down her back like a waterfall. Her figure stood straight still relaxed. Bellatrix immortalized the picture of the girl admiring Bellatrix’s “firstborn” painting and suddenly she realized something. She was wet. Not just wet, soaking. Oops.
Bellatrix glanced around her. There were no indoor windows in the hall, so no one could see the balcony from up or sides. Neither would anyone see her from down there. She had especially demanded earlier that no camera would point to the balcony and record her as she was painting. She quickly stood up and rushed to lock the balcony door. She sneaked back to the couch and ogled the girl once more. Someone could have called Bellatrix shameful and gross. She knew it. But rarely did she care what other people thought about her except for her sisters. As long as she was not hurting anyone, she thought this was fine. And hell, she was really soaking and starting to burn down there. “The Doe-eyes will pay for this one day” Bellatrix smirked in her own thoughts.
She took a comfortable position while making sure she could still see the girl and slipped her hand into her pants. Yup, soaking. She grinned. What a girl, making her like this by simply existing. She placed a finger on her clit and started to rub it, slowly. Ahh. Burning. She quite quickly sped up her ministrations while tucking her shirt up and kneading her other breast. She imagined the Doe-eyes placing her lips around her nipple to suck and pinched it, hard. She brushed her ribs a few times and moved to the other breast. Pinched the nipple. Her fingers rubbed faster, then moved towards her aching opening. She slipped two of her fingers in, but soon realized that was not enough. The placed third finger in and pumped. She placed her thumb on her clit and rubbed hard, circling motions while pumping her fingers deeper and faster. She felt her orgasm building up fast. She was surprised how hard it was to cover her hitched breathing. She pinched her other nipple once more, pumped her fingers rapidly into her vagina and with her thumbnail brushing her clit, she orgasmed. The orgasm lasted long. And it felt so good. Ah. Yes. Bellatrix slowly came down from her heights and relaxed on the couch in bliss.
She lazily glanced around as making sure no one saw her and smiled. She really wanted to get to know this girl. Wait... Did she? She usually and especially did not want to get to know them. The women she had trysts with. They were one-nightstands (or two, or night and the next morning and perhaps an entire day). She did not do relationships. Still, she wanted to take the girl out. That alone was problematic anyway. Bellatrix licked her fingers clean one by one while taking a better posture. She closed her pants and adjusted her shirt.
The problem was quite clear. Just a week ago Bellatrix had saved the girl from almost being raped. How could she approach the girl? Yes, they had eyed each other at the club, but miserably failed to connect there. Bellatrix still felt stupid because she had never failed to catch a girl at a bar or anywhere like that. Part of the blame fell on her friends of course. She felt a bit shame alone from masturbating for the girl. At. Her. Own. The exhibition. She blushed and felt a pang in her heart. She did not like it. She usually felt no quilt as she felt her actions were usually right. But this. How could she take the girl out, have sex with her a few times and then just leave? Did the girl even want her? Did she want to have any sex for a while? Making things only worse, she knew this girl from the past, she knew something about the girl’s past, and that past was not good.
What should she do? Well, at least now was her opportunity to talk to the girl again. She stood up from the couch, checked the girl was still there (Of course she was, duh, Bellatrix did not take too long. And her art was amazing, the girl should not be in a hurry.). Bellatrix adjusted her clothes, put on her signature smirk, and rushed downstairs. “Too confident bastard” Andy would have said if she was here. “And not at all obsessed” Narcissa would have joked.