Author's Note I: For theheresto (tumblr).
Session 1
In the end, Hermione had to chain her to the wall.
Later, she had to assign a diagnostic code to building damages.
Session 5
"Did you want to start with the cannibalism or shall we talk about your sister?"
Bellatrix looked pleased at the prompt.
"Oh good. Two birdys, one tasty stone."
Session 17
"This is fucked." The dark witch sulked.
The armchair had seen better days in the 1970s, though it was a nasty olive green then too. The therapist scribbled something on the legal pad, glasses slipped down on nose and hair ponied up haphazardly. Her client shlumped in the disasteredly chair and chewed on surrealism.
"Tell me about that word choice."
"Tell me about your mother, does she fuck as well as you shrink? I certainly hope she's less Freudian about it."
The therapist looked up for that, distastefully.
"I'd really rather avoid going back to processing our interactions, Bellatrix. If you can't handle content, then you can sit in silence."
"Ah I see. She preferred your brother then."
Session 49
Her client was distracted by the window. More so lost in old gold and pewter thoughts.
"You're pleasant today," Hermione ventured.
"You're still a cunt."
Hermione billed that as anxiety.
Session 117
The important things always came back.
"You've still yet to say his name."
Session 228
"I'm not touching that."
"Bella, you were interested in being human," Hermione reminded placidly.
The dark witch growled, but kicked the woman's shin.
Session 400
"Does she have to be here."
"Bellatrix," Hermione soothed. "You asked Cissa here."
"I feel like I also asked for his penis on a platter."
Hermione smiled at the "I" statement.
Session 401
"I'm not telling you how I feel."
"Okay." The therapist sipped tea.
Bellatrix described her first murder instead.
Session 429
"What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?" Bellatrix looked in horror at the fluffy thing.
Hermione put it on her lap anyway.
"Not kill it."
Session 500
"Was that the first time?" Hermione asked gently.
"No," Bella said.
Session 515
Hermione held her cheek, knowing it would bruise. She sighed.
"Feel better?"
"No." Bella's eyes glinted yes.
Session 560
"You've still yet to say his name."
"Fuck you."
Their eyes both had issues with the tone.
Session 622
"Muddy, please spare me your touchy-feeling crap. He was just being a father."
"No, Bellatrix," Hermione whispered. "He wasn't."
Session 674
"Cygnus."
She repeated it 92 times, with varying degrees of furniture smashing.
Session 700
"You look like a street urchin wearing an elf sack."
"Better." Hermione held back a chuckle. "Aim for casually indifferent next time."
"Compliments," Bella huffed, unclear on the concept.
Session 792
Bellatrix caught the witch as Hermione tripped. Surprised, the dark witch immediately let the therapist go.
On the floor Hermione, winced and rubbed her hip as she stood. Bellatrix brooded by the window.
"Tell me about the dark lord."
The dark witch kept to the window.
"He let me eat the hearts."
Session 835
Bellatrix kissed the therapist stupid, curious as Hermione shook in her arms.
"That wasn't quite what I meant, Bella," The therapist admonished.
Their mouths were guilty and neither said much after that.
Session 842
"Tell me about your favorite part."
"The intestines," Bella conceded. "Best screams."
Hermione nodded and jotted this down.
"I meant sex, Bellatrix."
The dark witch looked at her oddly.
"Who said it wasn't both."
Session 856
"Why is he here?" Bellatrix glared at Kingsley.
"Practice."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes.
"Your head is shiny," she drawled, amused as Hermione's eyes lit.
"Dr. Granger, please tell me that wasn't…"
"I fucking complimented you, now be a good wizzy and fuck off."
Session 900
"Does Weasley still fuck you?
"This isn't a tit for tat situation, Bellatrix." Hermione titled her head, considering the witch carefully. "I'm not trading you for a compliment."
Bella was less tactful and scowled.
"You've adequate tits."
Session 1K
"Bellatrix," Hermione whispered. "We can't…"
"Come."
Author's Note II: An impromptu shorty, my lovelies. R & R.