Finally, getting down to writing my first fanfiction WOO! hmm okay then, this is set in DH and will be containing Femslash/Smut so all you people have been warned! Okay i shall have to stop waffling because im actually starting to annoy myself. Also i do not own any of the Harry Potter stories, characters etc etc, yadder yadder! You've got JK Rowling to answer to that!
- -Ciao fellow wizards/witches ~ Lestrangex

Chapter 1

Her small form was suddenly pushed to the rough brick wall – demonic laughter filled the inky atmosphere, bringing discomfort to the lonely Gryffindor. Closing the small gulf, Hermione could sense her breath hitch at the proximity of Bellatrix Lestrange. Her own fear eradicated, she needed to prove herself. With her last shred of courage, she formulated a sentence through closed eyes. A mere whisper,

"B-Bellatr…" her words quickly silenced from a sharp backhand to her face. Barely audible, the dark witch moved closer, tucking a lock of Hermione's hair behind her ear. The gentle contact left the witch squirm – half from the need to escape, and half from her own sensitivity.

"Filth… you DARE SPEAK MY NAME!" almost a growl as Bellatrix locked eyes with her pray. Jet black orbs fixed on the brunette's before her. She could taste the innocence, taste the nervousness as she pulled her eyesight away from young, dusty pink lips. The gesture was left unnoticed. Grasping at Hermione's hair, Bellatrix turned on her heel and marched the girl to the middle of the room and finally threw her to the cold, stark floorboards. Hermione was helpless, her friends taken away from her and left only with the company of the most feared Deatheater in the Magical World. The dark witch circled the fragile girl, Bellatrix's pallid traces formed a smirk.

"Dirty Mudblood! I shan't ask you again, what did you steal from my VAULT?"

"We didn't take anything… I-I promise Bella, pleasepleaseplease…" unable to contain her fear, her face grew wet with tears and brow highlighted by beads of sweat. The older witch raised a dark eyebrow, in a superficial expression of shock.

"Hmmm, really Muddykins? Well, I honestly don't believe don't believe you." Bellatrix twirled her talon shaped wand in hand, before she stopped pacing, just before her pray's head. Hermione clearly knew what was to come.

"CRUCIO!" Bellatrix watched in utter delight as the body before her winced in absolute pain. The young witch experiencing the white hot burn of thousands of needles, searing into her delicate untouched skin. The agony and hurt washed over her as the curse was lifted and left her cradling her knees in a foetal position. Watching for all signs and emotions on the Gryffindor's face, Bellatrix lowered her body and crawled onto the girl, straddling Hermione's waist and bringing her face clear into focus. The dark witch again leant into her face and pouted. "Awww, I guess my 'ickle Mudblood didn't enjoy that?" her breath was hot against Hermione's neck, and left her feeling blushed – through no fault of her own. Without loosening her grip nor losing eye contact, she reached into her sombre dress – exposing the bare skin of her toned thigh to which Hermione clearly couldn't avert her eyes. The years of Azkaban were present and yet she still carried the beauty and lure of any of the Black sisters. Bellatrix revealed a detailed a small silver dagger. Both witches eyes' widened; Hermione's out of sheer terror, while Bellatrix's from sheer sadistic pleasure.

"Now then, Mudslut…" Bella cooed. Hermione cringed at the such crude terminology and chose to ignore the vile insult. She continued, "Let's have some fun!" she stressed that last word, cocking her head to the side for emphasis. The young witch violently shook her head in protest, resulting in another slap from the female Deatheater. "Now now, pet, play nice." She growled, running the flat side of the blade up the witch's body. Hermione inhaled whist raising her body in relation to the woman's actions which gained a cackle from the already grinning Bellatrix. Grabbing her left arm, the dark witch stroked the length of her tort limb before flourishing the knife and tarnishing the girl's milking skin. Pure, intense screams left Hermione light-headed and dizzy from her ordeal. Bellatrix's work could be classed as artistic – creative strokes of her knife across a blank canvas, emitting cries of 'harmony' according to the woman. Blood seeped from her craftsmanship; it glistened in the minimal light of Malfoy Manor. The dark witch tentatively dipped the tip of her finger across the open wounds on Hermione's arm and pressed it to her ruby lips.

"Absolutely filthy" she hissed, tasting the metallic crimson juices, and then running the length of her tongue down the girl's arm, cleaning her of the remaining blood. Hermione still clearly dazed from her found herself unable to hold back a gentle moan from her lips; what was she thinking this was Bellatrix Lestrange! She reasoned with herself 'it was purely something primal, a domination? Get a grip, Hermione!' Returning to reality, Hermione glanced to her left to see the new scar she bared…

'MUDBLOOD'

…and then to the mass of raven curls that surrounded the exposed flesh of her arm. Bellatrix sat back to study the girl's face, she flicked her wild mane of hair away. Hermione looked at the woman with hungry eyes which didn't go unnoticed; the dangerous woman simply winked and purred into the witch's neck.

"Your mine now, Muddy."

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