A/N: I have decided to adjust, edit and combine a few chapters. Do not worry, nothing has really changed. I just felt the mood switched to early. It was a bit confusing. I started with Hermione's point of view then overnight switched to narrative POV I did not completely change the plot or anything, I just edit it and combined a few chapters.

Immoral Light

Absolute Power

She found herself nuzzled up with the darkest of witches. Her arms resting on the others chest. The rain was falling, pitting and patting on the window, it could almost sync with her heart beat. As she ran her small hands over the others shoulder, she saw dark eyes peering as her.

"What is the matter?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I'm going to die tomorrow." Bellatrix simply said.

With the shake of her head, she released the older witches hand and laid back. "You're not going anywhere."

"Your friends wish to see me perished." She spoke with a brief smirk. "The odds are against me."

"Us." Hermione corrected her. "The odds are against us."

Bellatrix gave a chilling laugh while making her way on top of the young woman. "What would your friends think if they heard you speak like that?"

"What they think does not matter." She replied.

"Tell me, what does matter?" She smirked, her locks falling on top of her shoulders.

"Us." She replied, looking up in Bellatrix cold eyes. When she saw her raised eyebrow she continued. "Meaning, our love."

"Love?" She repeated as if to get confirmation.

"Yes."

"Love? That is what you think this is?" She snorted. "So naive." She whispered, her soft lips finding Hermione's bare navel.

"Are you denying that this isn't love, Bella?" She questioned, but quickly regretted it as she felt Bellatrix sharp nail dig in her skin.

"This means nothing. At the end of the day you are going to go back to those filthy traitors!" She shouted, tightening her grip on Hermione's throat. "Tell me, what makes you continue to fight with them?"

Hermione hesitated a little to long.

"Answer me!" Bellatrix barked, suddenly backhanding the younger witch.

Blood trickled down her cheek. "Why do you want to know?" She asked, her voice shaking. Her body ached, but not in pain. At least not entirely. She secretly desired it, and Bellatrix knew. Oh did she know.

"I advise you not to question me, pet." She hissed before tracing her tongue along Hermione's collar bone. Her hands, which was usually rough, trailed softly down the others thigh. "You like this, do you not?"

"Yes." She whispered, shivering as she felt Bellatrix pry her legs apart.

"Yes, what?" She challenged, slowly gliding her hands towards Hermione's entry.

"Please." Hermione pleaded, slightly curving her back. "Please, Mistress."

Bellatrix licked her lips. Usually she would play with her food, but this time was different. "I want you." She whispered, grabbing her wrist and putting Hermione's arm above her head.

She bit her lip, loving the way she took control. "You have me, Mistress. I am yours."

She shook her head. "Hmm, no no no you do not understand." She whispers in her, slightly biting it. "I want you." She repeated plunging her fingers inside.

Hermione quickly gripped Bellatrix long black locks, arching her back. "I am yours, Mistress."

"I told you, you have a great potential. All you need is a little push." She whispers, sliding her finger in once more."Tell me, what do you most desire in this world? Is it knowledge, power? I can give you that, anything you want I can give it to you."

She answered with a deep moan, feeling Bellatrix fingers move in and out.

"All you need to do is say yes."

The young Gryffindor grind her hips against the Slytherin's hand, eager to release. "Faster." She urged.

"You can have total control, knowledge and absolute power if you just say the word." She whispered, leaning in as she bit Hermione's perked nipples. "Open your eyes."

It took everything in her to pry her eyes open. She tried control herself, but it was nearly impossible to.

"Do you want me?" She asked, slowing her pace.

With a cry, she nodded. "Yes, Mistress. Yes."

"Do you want this, do you want absolute power?" She whispered. Her paced quickens as she saw Hermione's eye.

"Yes." She choked out. Never had she felt this way before. Her body was on fire.

"Swear to me. Swear yourself to me."

"I swear... I am yours." She panted, completely arching her back.

Within seconds the room was filled with Hermione's scream. Calling out her lovers name.
Bellatrix moaned as Hermione began to settle down. She had to admit, Hermione's moans was such a turn on but she would not let the know-it-all know at all.

"That was amazing." She whispered, finally settling down. She reached out to touch Bellatrix, but she only jerked away. "Bella."

The use of her nick-name sent shivers up her spine. Regaining her composure, she slapped Hermione. "I am your Mistress, nothing more, pet." She sneered, getting up. "We're done here."

Hermione slowly got up, getting her clothes. She felt low. So alone.

"Remember, you swore yourself to me." Bellatrix said from a distance.

"I know. I am yours." Hermione said barely a whisper.

"Yes, you are mines. Swearing yourself to me that comes with a great reward, pet." She smirked, coming closer to Hermione. She rested her chin on her shoulders while taken ahold of Hermione's forearm.

"And what are the rewards...Mistress." She added, seeing Bellatrix deadly stare.

"With me, you will have absolute power. We will forever share a bond." She whispered, listing Hermione's arm. "Now, leave."

"Yes, Mistress." She quickly put her clothes on. As she was about to touch her wand, she was stop by Bellatrix cold hands. "Yes, Mist..." She did not get to finish. Lips crashed hard against her own. As quickly as it happens, it stopped.

She was now face to face with Bellatrix, panting.

"No matter what, you are mines." She said, pulling Hermione closer. "We have a task ahead. Go to sleep. I will call for you when I am ready."

"How will I..."

"Remember, you swore to me. We are connected." She whispered.

She did not understood what she meant. At least not at the time. However, when she crawled up in her bed, next to the sleeping Ron she could feel a sharp pain overwhelm her. She tried to shake it off, but she pain did not subside. Careful not to disturb her boyfriend she slowly sat up. She was hot, sweaty and needed some air. As soon as she slipped out of bed she heard the redhead stir.
The pain was sharper. As she held her head, her eyes widen. Her heart began to race... She instantly went back to Bellatrix's words. We are connected...We will forever share a bond...

"Come back to bed." The red head sounded, half sleep.

Hermione whipped her head around. "Shut-up, weasel." She sneered, her voice venomous.

"Hmmm." He mumbled, clearly on the verge of fully passing out.

"Merlin." Hermione whispered to herself. "Bella what have you done to me?"