Rated M for language, sexual content, adult themes, violence and general depravity
AU and OOC
Warning ! Very dark, proceed with caution.
Characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Author's note: This story is just something I always considered to be a missed opportunity. There is such obvious chemistry between these two ladies that I just felt disappointed by the way things turned out. Anyway, have fun and enjoy!
Pain is hard to understand. It is the most primitive of all feelings and yet it's almost impossible to describe. You have to be the one who it is inflicted upon to really understand. A pain so intense, so overwhelming, that all you can do is scream for help. But underneath all that, pain is truth. The truth that you're alive and willing to keep living. Only when the screaming stops do you realize that all hope has been lost.
Hermione had just been tortured for hours on end by the dark witch, until the woman had decided to pull out her favorite utensil. The knife had been passed down from generation to generation in the Black family and it was imbued with a most special kind of magic. Any damage done with the weapon was permanent, no potion or spell could heal a wound caused by the deadly bit of metal.
Voldemort's right hand thoroughly enjoyed the delicious look of pure terror etched across the girl's delicate features, as she slowly brought the glinting tool down and carved the first letters into her skin.
'My dear little muddy, I think everyone should be able to see how filthy you are, don't you? '
The muggle-born witch felt fresh tears streaming down the side of her face, the moment the blade nicked her skin for the first time.
'Please… I don't know anything about a bloody sword!'
Her desperate cries for the dark witch to have mercy almost caused Bellatrix to stop with her artistry, but then she recalled her mission and she chided herself for wavering in her resolve. Despite the fact that her hatred of impure blood was absolute, she did feel a twinge of remorse for the girl writhing underneath her, a feeling she immediately pushed aside. Now was not a time for weakness.
'Of course you don't. But, just to be cautious, we'll have to hurt you some more.'
'No, no, no! Let me go!' Her pleas were in vain, no one was going to rescue her.
Slowly one letter after another was carved into Hermione's skin, forever ruining the once smooth surface. Hermione shrieked in pain, the sound reverberated through the entire mansion. Blood poured down the young girl's arm, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by the fanatical woman straddling her.
The sight of the red liquid ignited a fire deep inside the dark witch, an inferno of lust that could not be satiated by traditional means. Bellatrix leaned forward and stretched out her tongue to lap at the spilled blood. After the first tentative lick she relished the metallic flavor in her mouth. The act was so intimate; she could already feel the signs of arousal spreading throughout her body.
'Mhh… Muddy you taste delicious. I think I might keep you around, just so I can get a bite of you every now and then.'
Hermione could only stare dumbfounded at the woman on top of her, her eyes wide open in abject terror at the prospect of being kept for the perverse pleasures of the Death Eater. The way Bellatrix's hair framed her face gave her an ethereal beauty though, the predatory look in her eyes however betrayed her true nature.
'You…You…You're absolutely insane!'
'Perhaps. And I do appreciate a good killing, so maybe you have a point.'
Finally, with one delicate stroke of the cursed blade, the writing was finished. Hermione tried to gather enough courage to peak at Bellatrix's masterpiece. Blinking away the tears she gazed at the lettering and a feeling of disgust coursed through her body.
'I wanna go home!' Hermione managed to choke out before she started sobbing once more. Again and again she dry-heaved and gasped for oxygen.
Bellatrix felt another twinge of pity, an unwelcome feeling that was so very atypical of her. She decided to resort back to her taunting to make such dreadful thoughts disappear.
'Aw, does ickle mudblood want to go home to her mommy?'
Hermione's uncontrollable crying made it impossible to come up with a retort.
'Now do you want me to start carving you some more, or do you want to tell me how you got into my vault?!'
It was in that moment when Harry and Ron burst into the room, having escaped from their cell and started casting spells. Caught off guard the raven-haired woman was easily disarmed, but her beloved sister stepped in and began dueling the two buys with the help of her son. Without hesitation Bellatrix quickly grabbed Hermione by her hair and pulled her to her feet, eliciting another scream for her efforts. With the help of her new hostage she had managed to reclaim control of the situation.
'Drop your wands, or the mudblood dies!' Bellatrix maniacally shouted and pressed the shard edge of the knife against the young girl's tender throat.
Out of nowhere, Dobby the house elf appeared and tried to drop the grand chandelier on to her; Bellatrix pulled herself and the girl out of harm's way and watched in frustration as the Weasley boy and Potter apparated away, along with the other captives.
Bellatrix seethed in anger and hatred. She had been bested by a couple of teenagers and an elf. However out of the corner of her eye she noticed the shivering mess next to her and happily realized that she hadn't lost the girl. With slow steps she approached the young woman.
The dark witch's calm tone frightened Hermione far more, than if she had been shouting. She immediately suspected Bellatrix's sinister intentions; those fears were proven to be correct, as she knelt down and whispered in her captive's ear.
'Your friends left you here. Do you know what that means?'
Hermione already knew and dreaded the answer. Bellatrix drew closer and closer, until she was standing directly next to her prey.
'What it means muddy, is that you're mine now.'
Narcissa and Draco could only silently look on, as Bellatrix took her frustration out on the young Gryffindor, by savagely beating and kicking her, until the girl went limp.
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