Hey guys! This has been floating around my brain for a while and I just had to do it. This chapter is quite short but they will be longer in future. I just needed to get this down so things can begin. I don't own Harry Potter and I apologise for any mistakes. Let me know what you think and hopefully the next chapter should be along shortly! Enjoy!
Hermione Granger sighed as she rolled over for the millionth time that hour. Her eyes could just make out the form of her sleeping lover. Smirking to herself the brunette gently traced her fingertips down an exposed spine, relishing in the shiver in response.
'Surely you're satisfied.' Came a sleepy voice from the darkness as the body began to stir.
'I just can't resist you.' Hermione husked against her lover's ear, sucking an earlobe into her mouth.
'I can take care of that Granger.' Bellatrix growled, pinning the girl underneath her, grinding against her as she did.
Two pairs of lips collided passionately as tongues performed a dance well rehearsed. Smiling into the kiss, Hermione pushed the dark witch off of her. Hazel and onyx linked as the brunette playfully bit her lip and crawled up the older woman's body to straddle her hips. The dark witch's mouth instantly attached itself to a hardening nipple, gently swirling her tongue around it, producing a gasp from the brunette on top of her. The dark witch's fingers skilfully, caressed their way down the girls soft skin until they reached the wetness between her thighs. Bellatrix stared in awe Hermione's mouth hung open slightly, forming a perfect 'o' as a soft moan escaped. A moan which soon turned into a growl as a silvery light filled the room, followed by the last voice she wanted to hear.
'Mione, we finished up sooner than expected so I'm home now. You're not. Where are you?'
Bellatrix barely heard the girl's frustrated and whispered apology, her mind was preoccupied with visions of her torturing the Weasley boy.
'Just... Go.' The dark witch sighed.
'Bella, I-'
'Dont,' Bellatrix growled, 'don't go there, just go home to the Weasel.'
Hermione dressed in silence. She could feel the dark witch's eyes boring into her as she did so. She swiftly wiped the escaping tears away, making sure to hide them from the other woman.
'Tomorrow? Here, as usual.' The brunette whispered into the darkness.
'You're going shopping with mother Weasel tomorrow.'
'Sunday then?' Hermione pleaded softly, her eyes searching for the dark witch's own.
'Maybe that's not a good idea. There have been too many close calls lately.' The dark witch stated coldly. 'Not to mention you're going to be pretty busy these next few weeks. Getting married isn't a walk in the park you know.'
'Bella please. You know I can't go without you, I need you, especially now.'
'Hermione, you've got Ron to think about now.' Bellatrix managed to force out through gritted teeth.
Holding back more tears the brunette took a deep breath. 'Why do you all of a sudden care about him?' She snapped.
'Trust me sweetheart, I don't.' Bellatrix scoffed.
'You were the one that wanted this remember.' Hermione growled. 'You were the one who decided we could never be together properly. You were the one who told me to marry Ron. Merlin, Bellatrix! You know how much I care!'
'Listen Granger. You and Weasel deserve each other. You're going to live pathetic little lives and have a pathetic little family. This, was just fucking.'
Letting a sob slip the brunette turned away from the dark witch. Feeling her heart shatter the brunette ran. Ran from the only place she had ever felt whole.
Ronald Weasley was pacing in front of the fireplace when he heard his fiancée close the front door. His eyes immediately locked with hers as a frown grew on his face.
'Where the bloody hell have you been!? It's 3am 'Mione!'
'Sorry Ron, I went over my parents. I wasn't expecting you home until tomorrow and I didn't want to be alone.' The brunette whispered, lowering her eyes as she so easily lied to her future husband.
Ron's frown ceased immediately, his eyes becoming warm again. 'Have you been crying?'
'Yeah, mum insisted we watch Titanic.' The brunette tried to chuckle, resulting in an odd gurgle. Hermione swallowed as she felt the redhead's rough hands brush against her cheek clumsily.
'Oh well. You get to find the perfect wedding dress tomorrow. Cheer up.'
The brunette tried to smile, failing miserably. Quickly, she placed a kiss to the man's stubbly cheek.
'Go on to bed. I'm just going to wash my face, it feels horrid from the crying.'
'Good idea, you don't want puffy eyes tomorrow. Good night.' Ron smiled as he kissed the brunette's lips and headed to their bedroom.
Closing the bathroom door, the brunette allowed the tears to cascade down her face. Her eyes stared at the ring on her finger as the empty feeling inside her grew, overwhelming her as she sobbed on the bathroom floor, her heart yearning for the dark witch who owned it.
Onyx orbs stared into the darkness for hours. The dark witch would not allow her tears to escape. Years of practice meant she could keep them at bay. Her hands clenched fistfuls of the duvet. She was still sat upright after the girl's abrupt departure. The dark witch thought of the young brunette and how right now, she was in the arms of the ginger buffoon, who thought himself worthy of someone so perfect and precious.
He's more worthy than you though. The dark witch thought bitterly. Her eyes focused on the area she knew a photo frame to be. A photo taken not long after the war. It was several days after her innocent was proven, her double act revealed to the world. It was safe to say the wizarding world was rocked at the news that Bellatrix Black was Dumbledore's most trusted informant. The picture was of her and the girl, at the beginning of their secret romance. Back when there was no Ronald in the picture. Just the two of them connecting physically and on a regular basis. The girl's words rang through Bella's mind. It was her decision that they keep things secret. What could she do for Hermione Granger? Nothing. The girl may be hurt but things will be much better for her this way.
Fingertips lightly traced where Bellatrix knew the girls face was through the glass of the picture frame. A broken whisper ripped through the deafening silence.
'I love you.'