AN: Background info: Harry was killed in the Battle of Hogwarts and Voldemort won, this story is set a few years later. Please don't be too harsh with me...this is the first time that I have ever even attempted to write Fem-slash and I'm not really sure about this story...also, I kind of need help with deciding whether to leave this as a one-shot or to carry it on, I have some ideas for carrying it on but updates would be very slow because I don't have a lot of time to write at the moment...
WARNING: Contains Non-con Fem-slash, please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable. Not suitable for children.
DISCLAIMER: DO I LOOK LIKE J.K ROWLING TO YOU? NO...I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER...
Hermione Granger forced herself not to stare at the girl sitting at the café table opposite her. The girl was clearly not wearing a bra and as a result, Hermione could see the outline of her nipples through the girl's baby-blue tank-top. Hermione dragged her eyes upwards and was dismayed to notice that the girl had a perfect looking face. Oh, she thought, that girl was so hot...Hermione flushed furiously and clapped a hand to her mouth. Where had that thought come from? She was straight! She'd always been straight! She'd dated both Victor Krum and Ron Weasley, she'd spent a lot of her teenage years secretly obsessing over various male celebrities...she couldn't be attracted to girls! Could she? It was just as she was thinking this, that Hermione experienced another flashback. She'd been getting them frequently. It was nearing the one year mark after all. Was it really a year? A whole year since she'd been abducted by Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, whilst walking home from visiting with friends? This one followed the usual pattern:
Bellatrix stalked towards her, swaying her hips as she walked. Hermione cried out as Bella pushed her to the floor, causing the older woman to shriek with laughter. Hermione tried to crawl away but Bella threw herself on top of her, smiling with insane glee at the look of sheer terror on the girl beneath her's face.
'Oh dear little Mudblood...whatever am I going to do to you? What should I do to her Rodolphus? Do you have any ideas?'
Rodolphus smiled lazily from his position against the wall, clearly enjoying himself, 'Oh I don't know, my darling wife...you decide, you always come up with the best ideas to torment them...'
'But I can't choose...' Bella replied, pouting like a little girl, 'I want you to decide!'
'Hmm...in that case...I think you should kiss her...'
'Kiss her? But she's a Mudblood...she might have diseases. I'm not going to kiss that!'
'Well, you asked for my opinion and I gave it to you, if you don't like it, ask someone else.'
Bellatrix shot a glare towards her husband, before turning her head and looking down at Hermione thoughtfully, 'I suppose she's not too bad looking for a Mudblood...she's a little bit plain and her hair looks like a rat's nest..'
Hermione would have ordinarily laughed at such a comment. Hadn't Bellatrix ever looked at her own hair before? However, at that particular point in time, Hermione was far to terrified to even contemplate laughter.
'Alright, dear husband...I will kiss her...and if I become ill, I shall hex you into oblivion...'
'How romantic..' Rodolphus remarked, dryly.
Bellatrix smirked, then to Hermione's horror, the older woman leant down and crushed her lips against her's. Hermione tried to pull away but Bellatrix had her pined in place beneath her. She tried to turn her head but the other woman grabbed a fistful of her hair. She wasn't going anywhere. Hermione moaned in pain as Bellatrix bit down on her lower lip, hard enough to cause it to bleed. She heard Rodolphus' low chuckle in the background and she tried to raise a hand to claw at Bella's face but the other woman had chosen that exact moment to thrust her tongue in between Hermione's unwillingly parted lips. Hermione's first response was to bite Bellatrix but the woman gave a sharp tug to the mass of hair she held in her fist and Hermione had to focus on not crying out. The kiss lasted a few more minutes, before Bellatrix broke away and stared down at Hermione with a frighteningly intense expression.
'Did you enjoy that Mudblood?'
Hermione shook her head, whimpering slightly, 'N...no...'
'Didn't you? Well I bet you'll enjoy this...' Bellatrix hissed, undoing the fastenings on Hermione's jeans and shoving a cold hand into her knickers.
'Please don't!' Hermione begged 'NO! PLEASE!'
Bellatrix ignored her cries and smiled sadistically as she allowed her fingers to roam...
Hermione shook her head, desperate to clear the image from her mind. She was not going to relive that moment. Not here. Not now. Not in public. Hermione let out a quiet moan of disgust and looked down at the red and white tablecloth. How she wished that she could just simply forget the events of that night...
'Are you all right?'
Hermione glanced up to see the girl from before, hovering next to her with an expression of concern plastered over her perfect features.
Merlin's Beard no...that was just what she needed! Hermione tried her best to keep looking at the facial features of the other female, rather than at...elsewhere...but the angle at which the girl was leaning over the table didn't help...
'Yeah...I'm fine...just a bit...a bit tired...I haven't slept properly in...well...about two weeks...' Hermione replied, it was only half a lie, she reasoned. She hadn't had a good night's sleep in two weeks. The flashbacks had kept her up at night and...to be honest...she'd been far too afraid of nightmares to even consider falling asleep recently.
The girl smiled sympathetically, 'Say no more...I understand perfectly...I'm an Insomniac, I'm lucky if I get any sleep at night...it sucks doesn't it?'
Hermione forced herself to smile back weakly, 'Yeah...it does...'
The girl nodded and subconsciously flipped her hair over her shoulder, 'Well..I've better be going now...it was nice talking to you...maybe...maybe we could talk again some time?'
'I'd like that...' Hermione smiled.
'Okay then...well...I see you around...bye...'
'Bye...' Hermione replied, giving the girl a small wave. A few moments later Hermione downed the last of her coffee and stood up from the little café table. There was no point in staying any longer, she had done all of her shopping. All she wanted to do now was to go home and to attempt to drown out the flashbacks with the aid of her CD player.
Hermione stepped onto her train home, still desperately trying to prevent the flashbacks. She glanced at the interior of the section of train that she had just entered and saw that there were no spare seats, she grimaced, found a place to stand and unwillingly allowed her memories to take over.
'Oh Mudblood...where are you? There is no point in hiding! I will find you!' Bellatrix sang as she stalked down the corridor, looking for Hermione.
Hermione hid in the old, wooden wardrobe of the small room she had been confined to during her 'stay' at Lestrange Manor. She hoped Bellatrix wouldn't find her but she knew that it was pointless, Bellatrix always found her. It was as she was saying this that she heard the sound of Bellatrix's voice, as she unlocked the door to the bedroom with her wand. Hermione forced herself not to breathe. Maybe she would leave her alone if she couldn't find her.
'I wonder where my Mudblood is hiding...is she under the bed? No...is she under the duvet? No...is she behind the curtain? No...hmm...where could she possibly be? She must be so well hidden...is she in the cupboard? No...how about...the wardrobe...'
There was a pause. Then Hermione heard the sound of Bellatrix's spiky heels against the bare wooden floor, as she sauntered towards her hiding place. There was another pause, filled only with the sound of Hermione's tormentor's heavy breathing. Then the wardrobe doors were wrenched open to reveal Hermione's cowering form, huddled like a frightened child against the realisation that she had been found.
'Found you.' Bellatrix stated, a wicked smile gracing her pale face. Hermione whimpered.
'That wasn't very nice to run off like that Mudblood...especially after I had been so kind to you...you hurt my feelings...'
After Bellatrix had been so kind to her? Bellatrix had tied her up and...used her...against her will...in front of six Death Eaters...then had expected her to be grateful...that hardly seemed kind in Hermione's eyes.
'I...I...I'm sorry...' Hermione mumbled, looking down at her knees.
'Oh...you will be..' Bellatrix promised, as she reached out a hand and took hold of one of Hermione's arms, 'Now get up Mudblood...let Bella show you what sorry really means...'
It was then that Hermione noticed the whip dangling from Bellatrix's other hand...
Hermione gasped and used one hand to steady herself as the train began to move towards it's destination. She looked upwards at the person standing opposite her and saw that it was a girl. A very cute girl. With nice brown eyes and long blonde hair. The girl noticed Hermione's stare and smiled. She had a nice smile, all pearly white teeth and soft looking lips like pale-pink rose petals. Very Kissable. Hermione blushed and forced herself to look down. Why was she noticing these things? She had never even thought about such things before...before...Bellatrix came into her life...
Hermione was standing, looking longingly out of a window at the outside world. Oh, if only she were on the other side of that window...she thought, as she let out a quiet sigh of sorrow. Suddenly a pair of hands snaked their way around her waist and folded themselves over her abdomen.
'Missing your little friends? Want to go home? You are not going anywhere, little Mudblood...Your mine!' hissed the cold voice of Bellatrix Lestrange into her ear.
'Why? What do you want from me?'
Bellatrix let out a chilling laugh but did not give a proper reply.
'Please...your side won the war...Harry is dead...you can't want information out of me...WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?' Hermione exclaimed in a shrill voice.
'Oh Mudblood...for somebody so...clever...you are being awfully stupid...what do you think I want from you?'
Hermione shook her head and fought back the tears that longed to spill down her terrified features.
Bellatrix let out a mocking sigh and slid her hands upwards to cup Hermione's breasts, 'I don't want something from you...I just want you...'
Hermione took a sharp intake of breath and closed her eyes. This couldn't be happening. She must be dreaming.
Bellatrix's hands began to squeeze as she whispered into Hermione's ear, 'I don't know what it is that you have over me Mudblood...I don't know why I want you so much...you're nothing special...you're not even particularly pretty...but I can't stop thinking about you...you're my little mudblood...mine...all mine...'
Hermione let out a tiny gasp and Bellatrix moved her hands up to Hermione's shoulders, as she walked around to face her, 'Have you nothing to say to me Mudblood?'
'W-What do you want me to say?'
Bellatrix said nothing but leant forward to kiss the trembling girl softly on the lips instead.
The train stopped and several of Hermione's fellow passengers, including the blonde girl exited the train. Hermione remained standing. She still had three more stops to go before it would be her turn to leave and there still wasn't any free seats. Hermione closed her eyes and prayed that the memories would go away and leave her in peace for just a few short moments...
Hermione entered her apartment, shut the door behind her and leant against it. She stared off into the distance, too emotionally drained to do anything that required effort. She knew it was still early, in fact it was still light outside but suddenly all of her sleepless nights had caught up with her and all she wanted to do was to go to bed. She crossed the room to the sofa that looked distinctly worse for wear and dumped her shopping on top of it, too tired to care about sorting the stuff out and putting it away properly, like she normally would have done. After she had done this, she crossed the room to the door to her bedroom, threw herself onto her bed and slipped off into the land of dreams.
Hermione was lost. She hadn't a clue where she was. All she knew was that she was in a forest...somewhere...and she was running...running from what, she didn't know...she felt exhausted but she didn't dare stop to rest...she felt as though bad things would happen to her if she stopped...she wasn't watching where she was placing her feet...she tripped over a tree root and fell to the floor...she opened her mouth to let out a scream of terror but no sound would leave her frightened lips...she struggled to her feet and glanced behind her...Bellatrix Lestrange was behind her...so she was the one from whom Hermione was so desperate to escape...Hermione turned back and attempted to carry on running but before she could get away, she felt Bellatrix's skeleton-like hands enclose upon her hips...she tried to struggle but Bellatrix's bony grip was too firm and she let out another silent cry as she was pulled down onto the forest floor...
