AN: Just a morsel to pass the time. This is not going to be long at all probably another chapter or two if people like it.
Chapter 1
For months now, she'd watched the girl from afar intrigued by every behavior quirk and norm presented to her. She mentally and physically made lists of her quarry's friends, enemies, fears, desires, dreams everything and anything that was learned. Her sister along with a few others called it an obsession. She disagreed with them fully (viciously). Of course, though, she could not blame them for misunderstanding for how does one explain themselves to fools.
Her Lord, being the powerful man that he is, understood. Understood it perfectly and even encouraged her pursuit.
When she cautiously questioned why. He replied that the girl was too powerful to be of filth. That Dumbledore with all that suppressed Slytherin cunning he'd tried to cloak with those pretty words and twinkling eyes must have devised a way to thieve her from which was pure and tossed her into a pit of mud all to solely benefit his precious sniveling little half-blooded boy.
That angered and sickened her to no end. Whom would do such a thing? Trample over freshly fallen snow without so much as a shred of guilt. Her Lord assured her though that justice was inevitable for all involved.
So reassured that their life's blood would one day drip from her blade and with her Lord's seal of approval the hunt began anew.
And now weeks later, here the girl was an untouched virgin, ripe, supple, and within her grasp. The dark witch began to salivate at the sight of the nubile lustrous body and had to quarrel ruthlessly with the overwhelming urge to rub herself all over the sleeping girl. It was a ludicrous thought she was not an animal nor was she like Greyback but oh how dearly wanted her scent imprinted upon this divine creature's skin so all would know that she was hers.
Hers alone.
The dark witch's desires heightened at the mere thought. She wanted, no needed to enter her, to take her purity and make the girl hers until she controlled her very spirit and was the director to her destiny forevermore.
Should she awake, this gentle pale-skinned beauty, in her midst? It was a slip of the thought one that was swiftly dismissed as soon as it came to mind. No, it wouldn't do to wrench the girl from the land of dreams just yet for a lioness guarded this little doe and if alerted would no doubt come running with claws unsheathed.
She shuddered at the mere thought.
There were and are few things the dark witch feared in this big bad world but the lioness had over the span of years and countless encounters clawed her way mercilessly to the top. The great feline was also the reason why the girl had remained out of her grasp for this long.
Yes, the lioness watched the little doe constantly but this time she'd failed to see the raven circling.
The dark witch leaned over the four poster bedside and carefully brushed away a curtain of mussed hair to reveal the sweet face underneath. "There you are, my love." Was breathed in something akin to awe and adoration. "Tonight you shall finally become mine." She lifted her wand, placed the tip to the girl's temple, and muttered a sleeping spell. The girl, of course, gave no indication that anything was different but the dark witch knew that as of now even a Bombara couldn't wake this sleeping beauty. She stared at the girl a bit longer as she ingrained this moment within her memory before she finally flicked the wand to cast a featherweight charm on her.
Satisfied, she carefully as if handling fine glass leaned down and scooped the girl into her arms. The dark witch nearly purred upon contact. The girl was so soft, warm and everything she envisioned in her dreams. Merlin, painting with her blade upon the flesh of muggles had nothing on this particular feeling.
She heard footsteps in the distance, her heart skipped a beat. The lioness was nearing, the time to flee was nigh. She rushed to the open window with the girl cradled within her arms and leapt from the seal only to disapparate mid-air.
In the next moment, Minerva McGonagall came barreling through the entrance, her darkened teal eyes darting around the room then going straight to the now empty bed. "No." She rushed over to the bedside and was nearly struck down by the strong smell of dark magic mixed in with Hermione's sweet familiar scent. "No, no, no," Her nose twitched within the air as she followed the fresh trail to the window and she growled when the scent was lost upon the wind.
Earlier her animagi senses tingled unpleasantly alerting her of the danger within the castle and she'd dropped everything to find the source but her instincts just weren't swift enough now her cub lie in the talons of the vilest creature of them all. Bellatrix
AN: As you probably already have guessed this is going to be a pretty tame Bellamione but I do hope you enjoyed it. I'm going to keep them in character though. Bellatrix is going to be 'nice' to Hermione anybody else is fair game.