Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it, I did write this and I'm fairly sure its original as I've never come across it before. This is for fun not profit, I'm not making any money off of this.
A/N Just a warning, this pairing will eventually lead to femslash, but will change the rating when that happens. If that is against your religion or if your against it I would ask that you not read, and also don't hit me with reviews saying its wrong, that's not what this is about.
Also, I'm not from America so my English isn't American English, so don't be too harsh if my spelling is slightly different.
Now that that's all said, here goes.
Prologue
Hermione could hear Bellatrix' evil cackle as she came nearer to the cell under Malfoy Manor in which she was being held. She shrank against the damp wall, hoping Bellatrix wasn't coming for her. She was immediately ashamed of her cowardly thoughts; you're a Gryffindor, for Merlin's sake, pull yourself together! Hermione stood; waiting for what she was sure was another prolonged torture session.
"Hello, filthy mudblood" Bellatrix chanted in a singsong voice, "I have a present for you!" Bellatrix sounded altogether far too happy, and Hermione fearfully wondered what would be thrown at her this time. Last time it had been the ear of Dobby the House Elf, who had tried to rescue them from Malfoy Manor, and although Harry and Ron had escaped, Dobby had been killed, and Bellatrix had punished her for the attempt. She now had the word MUDBLOOD carved into her arm, as a permanent reminder of her worthlessness.
"What do you want Bellatrix?" she snarled, determined not to show her fear. "Oooh, aren't we feisty today?" Bellatrix sang out, and then she suddenly snapped "this will keep you quiet" as she held up a muggle syringe, full of an unfamiliar looking substance. "Petrificus totallus" Hermione stiffened, then slowly toppled, helpless, unable to move anything but her eyes, as Bellatrix injected the unknown substance into her arm. After a few seconds, Hermione felt a strange rush of... ecstasy? She wasn't sure, but it felt amazing. Hermione was unsure what the substance was, and why she was being given it if it made her feel so wonderful. Surely Bellatrix didn't know the effects? Unless it was some kind of poison? Not one that she'd read about in any book then, that's for sure. Unless... The substance came from a muggle syringe; perhaps it was a muggle drug. She turned her confused gaze upon Bellatrix, hoping for an explanation, however, the witch had disappeared, and Hermione realised she could move again.
Days turned into weeks, and Hermione was being injected with the substance daily, she no longer cared what it was; only that she was getting it. She began to look forward to Bellatrix' visits, as she always brought the substance with her. She began to lose her sense of identity, her memories, she lived only for the substance, all but losing her mind.
A/N
I've never written a fanfic before, and haven't written much since high school, but how do you think it went? I would really like some reviews, especially what I could do better.