That’s My Cat
What happens when the stray you decide to adopt, already has an owner?
A new Bellamione one-shot.
Moodboard by the amazing @hustlingrube
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“I had a sudden craving for Black,” she said, feeling a bit brave. This made the smirk return to Bellatrix’s face as she met her eyes once again, an entertaining glint showing there.
“Is that so? Black cats, black coffee, black surnames?” she questioned as she leaned forward, forearms resting on the table, looking carefully at Hermione’s flushing face. “Is that why you asked me out on a date?”
Hermione’s mouth fell open at the insinuation, and if her skin wasn’t hot enough, she felt it start to burn her alive. She could only imagine how flustered that comment made her look.
“I-I-….I didn’t ask you on a date!” she defended, surprised at the turn their conversation had taken. How did this woman go from being a moody bitch to a cocky flirt in the span of a minute?
“Oh? Then why are we here?”
“To talk abou-!”
“Sssshhhh!” a nearby customer hushed the brunette mid-rant, causing her to pause in surprise and compose herself. Bellatrix laughed softly at the embarrassed woman and leaned back in her chair again. Hermione wanted the earth to eat her alive. How was it that this woman managed to rile her up this easily and this fast?
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