Take Me On the Floor
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Adult
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6
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Take Me On the Floor
Take Me On the Floor
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and her minions. I do not make any money or receive any form of payment from writing this fanfiction. I am simply rubbing two characters together and seeing what happens.
Warnings: Slight OOC for Hermione; Unresolved sexual tension; Language; Adult concepts; Lime; Femmeslash/Yuri; Alternate Universe. This is just warnings for the first chapter. It will get smuttier as the fanfiction continues.
Rating: R.
Pairing: Bellatrix/Hermione. Hint to Hermione/Ginny.
Challenge: From LJ's Bella_Mione community. “Bellatrix seducing Hermione with tons of banter, and have it end in unresolved sexual tension.”
Beta: artemis_ephesus, who did a phenomenal job fixing up this story. Any error that you still see is mine alone.
Feedback: Yes please.
Archive: If you want to post this somewhere, just ask.
Word Count: 1,066
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The techno-dance music throbbed from the speakers, making the whole muggle club shake. Hermione swayed her hips to the beat as she gyrated back and forth with alternating side-to-side motions. Her break-up with Ginny six months ago, and the dry spell that followed, made her want to do something impulsive. Tonight she wanted to do something that was unlike her, the Gryffindor geek. She just wanted to lose herself, lose control for once in her life.
That was how she ended up at a London gay bar with Luna. Both witches wore black ribbons tied around one of their wrists, showing their witch status to the other witches there. Strong but thin arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, moving with her to the beat. One of the wrists had a black ribbon tied around it.
“Come here often Granger?” The throaty voice hissed by her ear. Bellatrix Lestrange, Hermione thought, recognizing that voice anywhere.
Hermione tensed up, but she tried not to show the older witch. “Why aren’t you home with your husband? You’re one of those types who likes to sleep with lesbians and then go home to your husband and deny it, aren’t you?” Hermione said through gritted teeth.
Why aren’t I moving away from her? It was as if Bellatrix had ensnared her as they danced together in sync, almost intimately. Why isn’t Luna helping me out? Can’t she see who I’m dancing with?
“Granger, you know what they say about assumptions. I should punish you for your cheek.” Bellatrix purred in her ear. “But I would rather just dance with you right now. Later, though is another story. You shouldn’t assume because of my arranged marriage that I am attracted to men.”
“Well, wouldn’t you assume?” Hermione snapped, both thrilled about and terrified of Bellatrix’s threat of punishment later. It was making her slightly edgy. The rum and cokes she had downed earlier weren’t helping much either.
Bellatrix swept Hermione’s long curly hair away from her neck with her left hand, and left it to flow down Hermione’s right shoulder. Her move left Hermione’s neck vulnerable to the older witch. Hermione shivered slightly even with that simple touch.
I really shouldn’t have gone this long without sex, she thought, feeling rather annoyed at herself for wavering under Bellatrix’s touch. Bellatrix gently kissed the nape of her neck as her hands lowered themselves down Hermione’s body, her left hand caressing her back through her slightly daring blue tank top. Her right arm wrapping itself around Hermione’s slim hips covered by black skinny jeans. The left hand traced the side of Hermione’s left thigh moving in distracting slow circles.
“Once in your life Granger, you’re wrong.”
“Am I then, why don’t you prove it?” Hermione replied. Bloody hell!, she cursed. Why is she doing this? Why am I even enjoying this? Arousal flared red-hot through her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Hermione’s nipples hardened and her crevice started to ache and dampen. Six months without sex and one beautiful woman shows you attention, and you start to respond like a common slag with no pride? she thought angrily. I blame this on the alcohol. Where the hell is Luna?
The current song ended and a slow one started up. Hermione wrenched herself out of Bellatrix’s grasp, but Bellatrix had grabbed her arm with a vice-like grip.
“Dance with me, Granger?” It was a question, but she said it with a commanding tone that made Hermione feel like complying with it.
“What’s another dance? It’s not like this means anything,” Hermione replied. Or does it? she wondered traitorously, her mind calling her body out on its betrayal. She’s the enemy, isn’t she? Bellatrix grinned cockily at the younger woman before pulling her closer once again. She rested her hands on Hermione’s hips, and Hermione responded by wrapping her arms around Bellatrix’s neck and laying her head on the older woman’s right shoulder.
“That’s a good girl, maybe I’ll reward you tonight after all,” Bellatrix cooed almost sarcastically as they swayed back and forth to the sensually slow beat.
“Why are you trying to ruin the moment? Just shut up and enjoy it. This will never happen again,” Hermione shot back, wondering why the older woman enjoyed teasing her so much.
“You’re so sure that this will never happen again. Stranger things have happened.” Bellatrix’s hands crawled lower again, clutching the younger woman’s cheeks and pushing her closer. “I would enjoy taming you.”
“There’s nothing to tame!” Hermione hissed back. Her arousal pooled in between her legs, leaving her panties thoroughly soaked. Hermione could smell the heat of her sex and hoped that the older witch couldn’t smell it as well
“I can smell you pet. By all means resist me. I love the thrill of seduction and mind games. I will have you in the end,” Bellatrix whispered in the younger witch’s ear, causing Hermione to involuntary shiver. Hermione felt stripped before everyone at the club. She could feel the bright lights on her skin, and she could smell Bellatrix’s distinct scent. It made her hunger fiercely for Bellatrix’s debauchery. Her breathing started to hitch, almost catching in her throat.
“This is so wrong,” Hermione murmured.
“But it feels so right.” Bellatrix whispered with a velvet undertone, causing Hermione to gasp slightly. Bellatrix smirked at the sound; this would be a lot easier than she thought it would be.
“Doesn’t mean that we should act on it. It’s just momentary lust. It will fade away,” Hermione replied with a forced bravo that she didn’t really feel. She knew she wasn’t fooling anyone, but it made her will feel stronger than it actually was.
Bellatrix started to chuckle. “My my, pet. You get this all wrong. Once I find a pet I tend to want to keep her around for as long as possible.”
Pet? Hermione stiffened at those words. What am I getting myself into? This is happening far too fast. Hermione lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at Bellatrix.
“I don’t know what kind of girl you take me for, but I think this better stop right now.” Hermione pulled away from the other woman and ran off the dance floor to find Luna.
Bellatrix narrowed her eyes. This is far from over pet; I will win you over. So let the games begin.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and her minions. I do not make any money or receive any form of payment from writing this fanfiction. I am simply rubbing two characters together and seeing what happens.
Warnings: Slight OOC for Hermione; Unresolved sexual tension; Language; Adult concepts; Lime; Femmeslash/Yuri; Alternate Universe. This is just warnings for the first chapter. It will get smuttier as the fanfiction continues.
Rating: R.
Pairing: Bellatrix/Hermione. Hint to Hermione/Ginny.
Challenge: From LJ's Bella_Mione community. “Bellatrix seducing Hermione with tons of banter, and have it end in unresolved sexual tension.”
Beta: artemis_ephesus, who did a phenomenal job fixing up this story. Any error that you still see is mine alone.
Feedback: Yes please.
Archive: If you want to post this somewhere, just ask.
Word Count: 1,066
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The techno-dance music throbbed from the speakers, making the whole muggle club shake. Hermione swayed her hips to the beat as she gyrated back and forth with alternating side-to-side motions. Her break-up with Ginny six months ago, and the dry spell that followed, made her want to do something impulsive. Tonight she wanted to do something that was unlike her, the Gryffindor geek. She just wanted to lose herself, lose control for once in her life.
That was how she ended up at a London gay bar with Luna. Both witches wore black ribbons tied around one of their wrists, showing their witch status to the other witches there. Strong but thin arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, moving with her to the beat. One of the wrists had a black ribbon tied around it.
“Come here often Granger?” The throaty voice hissed by her ear. Bellatrix Lestrange, Hermione thought, recognizing that voice anywhere.
Hermione tensed up, but she tried not to show the older witch. “Why aren’t you home with your husband? You’re one of those types who likes to sleep with lesbians and then go home to your husband and deny it, aren’t you?” Hermione said through gritted teeth.
Why aren’t I moving away from her? It was as if Bellatrix had ensnared her as they danced together in sync, almost intimately. Why isn’t Luna helping me out? Can’t she see who I’m dancing with?
“Granger, you know what they say about assumptions. I should punish you for your cheek.” Bellatrix purred in her ear. “But I would rather just dance with you right now. Later, though is another story. You shouldn’t assume because of my arranged marriage that I am attracted to men.”
“Well, wouldn’t you assume?” Hermione snapped, both thrilled about and terrified of Bellatrix’s threat of punishment later. It was making her slightly edgy. The rum and cokes she had downed earlier weren’t helping much either.
Bellatrix swept Hermione’s long curly hair away from her neck with her left hand, and left it to flow down Hermione’s right shoulder. Her move left Hermione’s neck vulnerable to the older witch. Hermione shivered slightly even with that simple touch.
I really shouldn’t have gone this long without sex, she thought, feeling rather annoyed at herself for wavering under Bellatrix’s touch. Bellatrix gently kissed the nape of her neck as her hands lowered themselves down Hermione’s body, her left hand caressing her back through her slightly daring blue tank top. Her right arm wrapping itself around Hermione’s slim hips covered by black skinny jeans. The left hand traced the side of Hermione’s left thigh moving in distracting slow circles.
“Once in your life Granger, you’re wrong.”
“Am I then, why don’t you prove it?” Hermione replied. Bloody hell!, she cursed. Why is she doing this? Why am I even enjoying this? Arousal flared red-hot through her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Hermione’s nipples hardened and her crevice started to ache and dampen. Six months without sex and one beautiful woman shows you attention, and you start to respond like a common slag with no pride? she thought angrily. I blame this on the alcohol. Where the hell is Luna?
The current song ended and a slow one started up. Hermione wrenched herself out of Bellatrix’s grasp, but Bellatrix had grabbed her arm with a vice-like grip.
“Dance with me, Granger?” It was a question, but she said it with a commanding tone that made Hermione feel like complying with it.
“What’s another dance? It’s not like this means anything,” Hermione replied. Or does it? she wondered traitorously, her mind calling her body out on its betrayal. She’s the enemy, isn’t she? Bellatrix grinned cockily at the younger woman before pulling her closer once again. She rested her hands on Hermione’s hips, and Hermione responded by wrapping her arms around Bellatrix’s neck and laying her head on the older woman’s right shoulder.
“That’s a good girl, maybe I’ll reward you tonight after all,” Bellatrix cooed almost sarcastically as they swayed back and forth to the sensually slow beat.
“Why are you trying to ruin the moment? Just shut up and enjoy it. This will never happen again,” Hermione shot back, wondering why the older woman enjoyed teasing her so much.
“You’re so sure that this will never happen again. Stranger things have happened.” Bellatrix’s hands crawled lower again, clutching the younger woman’s cheeks and pushing her closer. “I would enjoy taming you.”
“There’s nothing to tame!” Hermione hissed back. Her arousal pooled in between her legs, leaving her panties thoroughly soaked. Hermione could smell the heat of her sex and hoped that the older witch couldn’t smell it as well
“I can smell you pet. By all means resist me. I love the thrill of seduction and mind games. I will have you in the end,” Bellatrix whispered in the younger witch’s ear, causing Hermione to involuntary shiver. Hermione felt stripped before everyone at the club. She could feel the bright lights on her skin, and she could smell Bellatrix’s distinct scent. It made her hunger fiercely for Bellatrix’s debauchery. Her breathing started to hitch, almost catching in her throat.
“This is so wrong,” Hermione murmured.
“But it feels so right.” Bellatrix whispered with a velvet undertone, causing Hermione to gasp slightly. Bellatrix smirked at the sound; this would be a lot easier than she thought it would be.
“Doesn’t mean that we should act on it. It’s just momentary lust. It will fade away,” Hermione replied with a forced bravo that she didn’t really feel. She knew she wasn’t fooling anyone, but it made her will feel stronger than it actually was.
Bellatrix started to chuckle. “My my, pet. You get this all wrong. Once I find a pet I tend to want to keep her around for as long as possible.”
Pet? Hermione stiffened at those words. What am I getting myself into? This is happening far too fast. Hermione lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at Bellatrix.
“I don’t know what kind of girl you take me for, but I think this better stop right now.” Hermione pulled away from the other woman and ran off the dance floor to find Luna.
Bellatrix narrowed her eyes. This is far from over pet; I will win you over. So let the games begin.