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Unmatched Patience	By : McGonagall Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 4220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2

Twirling a lock of curly ebony between her fingers in thought, Bellatrix Black otherwise kept her bottomless eyes trained upon Professor McGonagall. Her quill had already Vanished multiple times without issues, only to be replaced by a rabbit that had to be Conjured, prior to Transfiguring in a quill again, at Bella's whispered commands. She no longer heard the sighs of despair as her colleagues struggled, their professor passing through the desk and halting where necessary – thus basically stopping everywhere to show them how to really move their wands, then repeat the spell correctly. Bellatrix watched her as she went, seated at the last desk alone, where she could be inconspicuous.

The elder witch glided effortlessly through the desks, her heels clacking against the stone underneath her feet, the sound echoing very softly. She had the elegance of a woman that was maybe half her age… and upon the realization Bella could feel her body respond, like it had for many months – Minerva was pushing her farther into insanity without knowing. Bellatrix quietly shifted her legs, feeling wetness hotly between them… It wouldn't be the first time after one of Minerva's classes that Bella would need to change panties. She supposed the reason for that was the wait… and it was all both satisfying and incredibly annoying.

Bellatrix had already found over the last months that – if she hadn't known already – Minerva McGonagall was a very intricate woman, as steel hard as she seemed. She would not fall for one of her pupils, either male or female… no matter how appealing or how manipulative.

Of course, if she indeed wanted, Bella could force the attractive old woman to do fall for her. She knew of Cruciatus and Imperius curses, of very tricky potions. However, she wanted to win Minerva McGonagall without magic. She wanted to achieve and feel it. If possible, she wanted Minerva to want her in return – that was possibly the most tricky bit of it all. She wanted to be wanted by no other than Professor Minerva McGonagall, the lioness.

Suddenly, the elder woman's green eyes landed upon her. Minerva's eyebrow quirked in wonder characteristically: why wasn't she being busy with Transfiguration? Challenging her, Bellatrix merely continued looking at the elder witch as she waved her wand and mouthed the spell to make her quill Vanish, then Conjured a large white rabbit atop of her desk without as much as a word, finishing the routine with the Transfiguration of the rabbit in a quill again. The quirk of Minerva's eyebrow deepened for just a moment. No question that it had all been performed correctly and in rapid succession.

She made to move on to the next two failing pupils, just as the bell towers chimed loud to indicate the hour and with it, the end of class. Professor McGonagall only barely rose above the sound of talking and rummaging as she wished everyone a good weekend and reminded them of the essay due next Wednesday, advising everyone to get to it this weekend even though she knew that few would listen.

A wave of her wand easily saw all quills and rabbits and creatures in between disappeared as the pupils began to filter onto the hallway. "Bellatrix Black! Stay."

The command was not so difficult, yet made Bella's heart beat slightly faster – she doubted she would have reacted the same if any other professor had made her stay or McGonagall herself maybe six months prior. She and Minerva had had only a handful of times alone maybe, and most of these times had been in her first years at Hogwarts for retaliating against professors and the like, prior to her having realized her feelings about Minerva or how deep they had come to be now. Bellatrix' mind reeled with possibilities. Whereas she really had longed for this moment, them alone, sometime… this wasn't the time. She hadn't figured a plan quite yet…

She watched as the elder witch followed all pupils from the room with her eyes, remaining by her desk. She tried not to consider pushing Minerva against it, and… The sound of the door closing interrupted her dirty thoughts. "You seem to be bored often lately while in Transfiguration," Minerva spoke.

When Bellatrix again opened her eyes, which she had closed for a moment, she discovered Minerva had suddenly relocated to the desk near hers. She opened her mouth to answer, but… It wasn't necessarily that she did not know what to say, for there was a lot she wanted to say to the elder witch beside her. In return, there was a lot she longed to hear her say as well sometime – scream would even be that bit better. She didn't know what to say first yet, mind uncharacteristically unable to jump ahead in the unanticipated circumstances… to choose what would be in her best benefit.

A thump, however, interrupted their quiet conversation. Minerva looked over her shoulder at the source of the sound, just as Bellatrix, too, noticed the stray grey rabbit between the metal legs of two chairs at the desk against which Minerva leaned. Before she, however, could raise her own wand, Bella had already rendered the animal motionless and dragged it to her, as if by a thread that was invisible to the eye of the beholder. As the animal reached her feet, she bent and gathered it in her arms, stroking one unusually long ear (the other was tiny) while turning her attention to Minerva again. "Bored, Professor?" she wondered.

A wave of Minerva's wand easily Vanished the rabbit as she replied, "Yes. Is Transfiguration too easy for you?"

I wish you were as easy as Transfiguration yourself, Bella did not say in reply. "No," she said, instead.

Minerva didn't seem convinced at all nor very happy. "You seem to be elsewhere mind-wise a lot of the time lately. I'm assuming that is because of boredom… unless something's the matter you're willing to share with me. I can always give you harder tasks for Transfig–"

"No, I said," Bellatrix spat. She only challenged the look of irritation on Minerva's face with her own. Minerva McGonagall didn't usually permit others to interrupt her when talking – no pupil or colleague. She somehow looked curious for what may follow altogether, though. Bellatrix's tone had not seemed definite, and by no means was she already finished indeed. She knew that she had to tread carefully now, get her cards right. She stepped closer to where Minerva stood slowly, until only mere inches were between both women. "You're right. My mind is often elsewhere, and all seems boring to where it takes me," she whispered.

"Pray tell," Minerva said, crossing her arms over her ample bosom.

Bellatrix leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Everything is very boring to the hot thought of you." She lingered just a few seconds longer than necessary prior to retracting, just in time to see the shock disappear from the elder witch's face only to be replaced by a mix of anger and non-understanding. She most likely had understood it right and hoped she had not. "You've heard me just right," she added.

No sound escaped the younger Slytherin as she easily disarmed Minerva, the wand landing right in her hand a second later. Minerva hadn't anticipated it and had not been able to defend herself. Another wave of Bellatrix's wand had the door magically locked, soon followed by a Silencing Charm. Her eyes remained trained on Minerva as she lowered both wands on the desk which she had occupied earlier, pushing them from reach without moving away from her position so close to Minerva. The elder witch's lips turned into a fine line, urging to tread carefully. Her green eyes were ablaze with rage – Bellatrix wondered how these teal green depths would look in passion.

"Who do you believe you are, Bellatrix Black?" Minerva spat, moving to reach for her wand… but Bella was faster, her hands coming to Minerva's waist and pushing her back against the desk, crushing her own body against the Gryffindor's.

Bella's dark eyes challenged teal. "I thought you wanted me to stay," Bellatrix whispered mockingly, pressing against her teacher. Bellatrix's right hand slid higher up her side slowly until it reached the surprisingly still-firm swell of her bust. Then suddenly, she seized Minerva's hands in a vice grip to make sure she would not be pushed away as she bent to let her hot wet mouth crush against those thin lips. Her lips moved fast, and it took a few seconds until Minerva eventually capitulated… but surprisingly she did – Minerva McGonagall, the strict and adamant Gryffindor lioness, capitulated in her kiss. That realization sure had Bella's dirty mind reel even faster, even harder.

Her mouth opened and tongue invited Minerva's deep in her mouth. She grew slightly more fearless that Minerva wouldn't push her away or even try to. Loosening her grip on her left hand then slightly, she led it to her own bosom… urging Minerva to squeeze the full globe, gasping into her mouth. She then aided Minerva's warm hand in shredding the fabric and forced her hand down her lacy brassiere, showing her how she liked to be touched and just how she liked that hand to cradle the weight, that palm to graze across the pebbling nipple rather rough.

Pushing harder, Bella finally succeeded in getting Minerva flat on the desk. She greedily followed and crawled on the desk as well, sliding one knee between Minerva's legs and heaving herself upon it, straddling the elder witch's left thigh. She must be hell of a kisser to even tease Minerva Fucking McGonagall into this. If Bellatrix had known that having Minerva would be this easy ever since the beginning… somehow it still seemed surreal, but she would just take all possible while the elder witch capitulated and continued stroking her tongue against her pupil's… She would get her mind together any second now, realizing the route she was going.

That point came way too soon, as Minerva grew used to the sensation, the feeling of wanting more urging her down to reality again. She turned her head to deny more kisses and began wriggling against her captor. "No!" she said, firmly as she could. Bella had, however, heard the slight quiver that resided in her voice. "This cannot happen, not now, not ever. You're my pupil! I'm your teacher! I'm–"

Oh but Bellatrix Black had only begun to discover the power of her kisses as she trailed her tongue from the stretch of exposed skin above the collar of Minerva's robes to her well-defined jaw line, leaving feather light kisses and painful nips there. Daring to let go of Minerva's left hand still on her bosom, Bella began unfastening Minerva's robes… and prior to either of them realizing she had managed to reveal what lay beneath fabric: a thin see-through under-robe that didn't particularly hide the elder woman's underwear from view. Bella somehow felt that sooner rather than later, Minerva's sense would return and cause her to find the strength necessary to throw her off… She better work fast if she wanted Minerva to forget her state of undress and go with it. Dragging the fabric of the under-robe higher, her hot lips trailed down the midline of the elder woman's abdomen lower… and lower… She had no time to lose. "I've been fucked all my life," Bella said as she reached the elastic of Minerva's underwear, the under-robe now lingering under her bosom uselessly. "I want to be the fucker once – fuck you… and I certainly will, too."

Passing by her centre, Bellatrix began to nip at the inside of the elder witch's left thigh. Her hand moved down between her slightly spread legs, dragging her nails across her slit through her underwear. Looking at the elder woman's half uncovered body just turned her on more than she ever could have imagined, watching herself touch the woman so intimately. Oh. She groaned as she bucked those hips harder and faster against Minerva's thigh, and she knew that she would not last long. Oh yes, Bellatrix Black knew how she liked to be touched in order to reach orgasm. She knew how to buck just to get the most and the best pressure against her clit, making it all tingle for a second until… Oh.

The pace of her hand and the strength of her touch upon Minerva's underwear clad pussy only increased. She could hear moans fall from those thin lips, and Bella watched as the elder witch could not keep her green eyes open longer… though she could see her fighting it as well, and losing – losing from a much younger girl's intense lusts.

She moved her hand slightly in order to push the fabric aside to touch her nether lips with her bare fingers, sink them in her wetness. She was not even half as wet as Bellatrix was, but still. Unfortunately – or fortunately – a slight quiver went through Minerva's thigh then and made Bella thrust again one more time and another… until her orgasm took her entirely by surprise, her clit having rubbed against the other woman's thigh right enough to reach climax.

Her nails dug deep into Minerva's pussy as she did, and she could hear her blood rush in her ears for a moment until she suddenly found herself being thrown on the floor. She hadn't come down this fast ever from her high. Focusing again, she saw Minerva sitting upright, holding her robes together with one hand and just capturing her wand with the other one. She shook and panted. Of course, she must have waited for this moment. She would have fought against a possible orgasm as long needed. It filled her with great anger, as green eyes blazed as well.

"You shall leave right this moment," Minerva McGonagall spoke. Her tone told anyone who heard she would not be condoning discussion. The quiver that had been there was gone now.

Knowing that to stay would not be in her best benefit no matter how furious she felt, Bella obeyed.
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