Into the darkness or into the light (1/?)
Into the Darkness or into the light
Author: rebel2ink
Pairing: Hermione/Bellatrix, Hermione/Fleur
Disclaimer: Of course i don't own them, if i did then the real fun could begin ;)
Summary: Hermione's in a dark place, will fleur be able to save her or will Bella get her wicked way.
All mistakes are my own, please forgive.
Hermione sat in a dark corner of the bar, sipping from a short glass of firewhisky, her head bowed forward, her brown hair a veil hiding her tear stained face from the other patrons of the smoky bar. She leaned back stretching out her booted feet, her black robes twisted around her lean, toned figure. Her hand drew lazy patterns over the tattooed skin of her arms, mementoes of the hard days of war, she pushed memories away, but knowing it was useless. They were all around her, even here in the three broomsticks. Diagon Alley scared deeply, the ministry tried to hide the reminders by colorful shop fronts, but they were still there, anyone who bothered to look could see.
The war had cost the wizarding so much, not only the innocence of the young who had fought, but the lives of the loved ones which had been lost. Hermione mourned them every day, every glass lifted by her hand was drunk in silent remembrance. Her solitude was her punishment for surviving instead of better, stronger, more worthy witches and wizards who instead had fallen.
Hermione stood from her chair and walked purposely out of the bar, pulling the hood of her cloak over her head. She turned down an alley and carried on through the maze of passage ways that made up this hidden wizarding town. She stepped silently into an alcove, her booted feet silent on cobbled stones, her wand held lightly in her hand all her senses on high alert. As she suspected a couple of seconds later another black cloaked figure passed by her, scanning the alley ahead of them.
She stepped out of her hiding place silently, wand still in hand, in a perfected flurry of movement she stepped behind the figure wand pressed to their throat in seconds.
"Are you ever going to stop?" growled Hermione, her firm body pressed against the curvaceous hooded figure, who after hearing her voice relaxed.
"Why would I do that, when we both know you enjoy pressing yourself against me Mudblood" the figure retorted, the voice gravely but with a feminine lilt.
Hermione pushed the figure away from her and into the rough stone wall, the figure turned to face her, smirk firmly in place. Hermione advanced, her hood slipping back, she looked less than amused and Bellatrix merely continued to smirk at her. Bellatrix lifted her hand letting her fingers slide down Hermione's cheek,
"You always liked in rough, didn't you. Have you missed me?" the flirtatious undertone strengthened by Bellatrix caress, sent a shudder down Hermione's spine.
"How can I possible miss you, when you've turned into my stalker, never heard of absence make the heart grow fonder, oh wait... you don't have a heart" she retorted bitterly, pushing Bellatrix hand away.
"Ooo I do love it when you're masterful. I just like to keep an eye on you, your isolating yourself and it's not healthy, you need your friends now more than ever" smoothed Bellatrix, returning her hand to Hermione's cheek.
"Well I never, lifestyles tips from the queen of darkness herself. Thanks but no thanks", Hermione spat, jerking her face away from the offending hand. Her wand flicked out pointing it Bellatrix chest. Hermione's eyes darkened as her spoke deathly quietly,
"Stop following me and flirting with me, wars over, we're over, so leave before I hand you to the Dementors, or better kill you myself".
Hermione heard a shuffling of footsteps along the alley and before she could speak again Bellatrix was gone. She let out a breath as she slid her wand back into her holder and turned in the darkness. She stopped when she heard her name being called in strongly accented English, she didn't even have time to see who it was (not that she needed to), before Fleur flung herself into her arms. Hermione caught her, stepping back slightly to avoid falling over, Fleur arms wrapped around her securely holding her tightly.
"Hermione, are you OK? God that was Bellatrix, wasn't it? How have they not caught her yet!" Spluttered Fleur against Hermione's neck.
Hermione realizing what she was doing promptly put Fleur down.
"I'm fine, I can look after myself fleur, why don't you go jump on Bill or whoever is your flavor of the month". Hermione knew she was being out of order but she could deal with all these women. Didn't they understand she was tired of being the happy, smiley, brains behind the 'Golden Trio.' She couldn't just act like nothing had changed. Everything had changed.
Even Professor McGonagall had tried to get her to become a professor at Hogwarts, but she couldn't go back there, not yet it held far too many happy memories, which she just wasn't strong enough to deal with.
She stormed off into the darkness, leaving Fleur still trying to work out what she'd just witnessed.
Hermione and Bellatrix? No it couldn't be. But it did give Fleur hope, at least she into women. Dangerous women though, and that's what scared Fleur. Hermione was retreating into herself and going to a dark place, fleur just prayed and prayed she would be able to pull her back into the light. Before Bellatrix took her into a dark place and they never saw her again, apart from on wanted posters.