Written for the 100 pairing challenge on HPFC. Updates may be infrequent or many, depending on my other projects.
Hermione Granger and Bellatrix Lestrange
Bellatrix took a special pride in how skilled she was in the seductive art of torture. She did it because it was a fierce kind of ecstasy to inflict pain.
But only once, just once, had she done it out of pure jealousy.
The filth had been sent to the dungeons, and the Mudblood was hers to dispose of.
How pretty she was; even though she looked terrified, there was still a grim fire of determination in her brown eyes.
And the fire lapped at Bellatrix as she made the Mudblood scream with Crucio, and the Mudblood screamed for the other filth.
How loved she was; the way the Blood Traitor looked at her!
Love.
Bellatrix had never known love- just wild attraction.
The Mudblood's fire had sparked something in Bellatrix.
Something she had never known-
but instead of fanning the spark, she drew out her silver dagger.
It gleamed in the light, glittered as Bellatrix planned the next hurt.
If I can't have her, I'll make it so nobody else can either.