This is my first 'published' fic so please be kind, and let me know what you think ;)

Starts off with my own little interpretation of existing scenes.

There are plenty more chapters ready to go up if anybody shows an interest.

I don't own any of the characters, or rights to the song 'Poison'!

Rated M for later chapters.

Bella and Hermione want to thank you for reading and reviewing ;)

Your cruel device, your blood like ice

One look could kill, my pain your thrill

I often think about the first time Bellatrix and I set eyes on each other. My reaction was no different from countless others at their first meeting with the infamous dark witch. Absolute terror. And after the initial sickening jolt of fear, a curious captivation.

I had once taken a tiny drop of love potion in my first year and the reaction I experienced with Bellatrix was similar enough to make me wonder if the dark witch had cast some kind of infatuation hex or enchantment. But I immediately realised that was stupid. Her wand was still resting by her side, in fact Bellatrix had an absurdly nonchalant stance for a murderess.

Besides if she were to cast a spell it would surely have been the cruciatus curse, something she was a famous fan of.

Her attention had mostly been on Harry that night at the Ministry. Of course.

They were all naturally obsessed with 'the boy who lived'.

When her dark gaze did meet mine it lingered for a moment, perhaps. But I watched her surprisingly enviable lips curl and her nose scrunch in disgust.

She didn't need to say what she was thinking, it was written all over her gaunt face. 'Mudblood'.

I felt a sensation similar to having butterflies in my stomach. Only a lot more sinister. Doxies in my stomach maybe…

I didn't want to show my fear, so I had raised an eyebrow and set my jaw defiantly.

This didn't go unnoticed. And then came the first words Bellatrix Lestrange ever spoke to me.

'Don't you dare look at me like that, you filthy fucking mudblood.'

Her piercing, childlike voice was calm until the last three words which she practically spat out.

I was shaken, unexpectedly hurt (and more logically, scared). Ron quickly raised his wand and pointed it at Bellatrix, clearly offended on my behalf.

Bellatrix merely cackled, a high, mocking laugh which felt like it struck me right in the chest. She had raised her own wand quicker than I had ever seen anyone move, and Ron just gulped timidly in response.

'I thought not, little ginger Weasle. You're just like your father. All hair and no trousers.' She smirked at her own joke as the surrounding Death Eaters guffawed sycophantically.

Her cruelty and the reaction from those around her clearly gave Bellatrix quite a kick, a lesson I would come to learn time and time again.

I wanna love you but I'd better not touch

I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop

I couldn't stop thinking about her after that night.

I always thought that phrase was a cliché, but I found the meaning of it after I met Bellatrix Lestrange.

Her face was in my every waking thought, and her murderous cackle haunted my dreams night after night.

I began to think the confusion would drive me as insane as the dark witch I fantasised about. And therein lay my incomprehension. They most certainly were fantasies.

My rational mind told me I hated her, the woman disgusted me. But the way I thought about her dark eyes boring into mine, those pouting lips, her lithe muscular body and how it would feel pressed against mine…

She terrified me, and I hated myself for wanting her.

I wanna kiss you but I want it too much

I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

It was almost a relief when I came face to face with the witch again. However this encounter ended would be better than living much longer with my tortuous imagination.

No. Torture is the wrong word to use. Bellatrix taught me the meaning of the word torture during our second encounter, on the floor of her sisters study.

My first visit to Malfoy Manor doesn't sound like a welcome one. But I knew differently when I saw the fervent look in Bellatrix's eyes as Draco threw me in front of her. I was a welcome little plaything indeed.

'Well, well. If it isn't the little mudblood. And hasn't she been naughty…'

Bellatrix had pouted childishly at her last sentence and it drew my attention to her mouth.

The first time she raised her wand and aimed it in my direction I let out a yelp of alarm, gritting my teeth to brace against a spell that never came.

This made Bellatrix screech with laughter.

'Not so brave without your little friends are you, mutt?'

She was on me before I realised she had moved, her dress rustling, her strong legs pinning my own to the floor. As she straddled me she jabbed her wand into my throat in a way that made me swallow painfully hard.

My god, she was so warm. The dress was tucked between me and her left leg but her right thigh was bare, I could tell just by the heat of her skin through my jeans.

She leaned closer and I had never seen anything so menacing, so exquisite.

I hated myself for thinking about her like that. She was evil, poisonous. But her face was inches from mine… And she was utterly divine.

I could feel her warm breath on my face. My lips were dry and I wanted to lick them but I didn't dare to move.

I had never been so scared in my life.

'You took something that belongs to me, you revolting little half-breed.'

My eyes grew wide with surprise. I hadn't been expecting that.

'Wh…What? I… I...'

Bellatrix was no longer smirking, her face was deadly serious, her eyes narrowed. Her voice which was usually maniacal was suddenly low and deadly.

'You took something from my vault. Now if you'd care to explain how…'

'What? No…!'

Bellatrix is an excellent teacher. And I remember every lesson she has ever taught me. At this particular moment I learned never, ever to interrupt Bellatrix Lestrange.

She backhanded me across the face hard enough to split my lip. It was my first taste of blood at her hands, but it wouldn't be the last.

'How the fuck did you and your little friends get into my vault, mudblood? And don't you fucking lie to me!'

My eyes had filled with tears when she hit me, and now I felt them warm and wet on my cheeks. The panic was unbearable, I had no way of making her believe what I was saying was the truth.

'I…We really didn't. Please…'

I don't know what I was begging her for. To stop? To lean down and kiss the tears off my cheeks and tell me she believed me? Or to hurt me again because I had seen the shameless look of lust on her face when she made me bleed…

Naturally Bellatrix went for the third option.

A searing, burning pain shot up my arm and I heard myself letting out a terrible rasping scream. I forced my eyes open to look at her face, but her head was bent over my arm, her wild dark curls tumbling over my face and neck.

I tried to catch my breath. My throat was sore. My nose was stuffy from crying but I could still smell her hair, it smelled like honeysuckle and smoke.

When she lifted her head I dared to look down at my forearm. She had carved the word 'mudblood' deep into my skin with a knife.

I dragged my blurred gaze back to Bellatrix. She was sat up straight, her almost insignificant weight resting on my legs. And she held the knife close to her, watching, for a moment entranced, as a deep red bead of my blood dripped down to the silver hilt.

She held the knife against her chest, dragging the flat of the blade down slowly so my eyes followed it to her ivory cleavage. When she tossed the knife away she had a vivid red smear of my blood between her breasts.

This bitch really was bat-shit crazy. If she hadn't been pinning me down so tightly at that moment I would have tried to run.

When she met my gaze again her eyes looked even darker and her chest was heaving.

'Get out.' She was still looking at me so I almost went to move until she shoved her wand into my stomach, keeping me still.

I heard footsteps and glanced over in time to see her sister Narcissa glide from the room, followed by her husband Lucius and their son Draco.

When Narcissa turned at the last moment I felt a lurch of dread, seeing pity and trepidation on her pretty face.

'Bella, she's only a girl. Please just do what is necessary…'

Bellatrix snapped her head round to glare at her sister. The murderous look on her face was enough and Narcissa closed the door, leaving us alone in the dimly lit room.