AN: Hey, this is my first Bellamione and I've been meaning to start it for a while now. I have the story mapped out in my head but whether I do carry it on all depends on you lovely people. I sorry for any mistakes I write on my ipad and auto-correct is a bitch! Hope you all enjoy! R&R :)
'You know Muddy, I think you could do so much better than this, this is pathetic.'
Hermione watched the dark witch as she rambled on, her brow furrowed as she was continuously slandered and her patience was coming to its end.
'You really are useless. I thought you were supposed to be the bright one.'
Hermione sapped.
'For merlins sake Bellatrix if you don't like it don't bloody eat it!' The younger witch wasted no time in moving to the other side of the kitchen to start washing the dishes the muggle way, anything to be away from Bellatrix's constant moaning.
She revelled in the silence as the older witch sat dumbfounded at her sudden outburst. Her peace didn't last long as she noted the screech of the chair legs being dragged on the stone floor as Bellatrix got up from the table. A pair of strong arms wrapped around the young girls small waist from behind. She could feel the other witches breath on her neck and placed the newly washed plate on the side waiting for her to speak.
'Im sorry baby. I was just trying to annoy you, I know cooking's not your strong point and I was just trying to have some fun.' Hermione sighed as she felt soft lips graze against the skin of her neck.
'I know Bella, I shouldn't have snapped its just been one of those days.' She was met with silence and knew Bellatrix was waiting for her to elaborate. Quickly drying her hands she turned round in the dark witch's arms and looked up into her deep brown eyes.
'Ron's still being a bit of a git. Him and Harry have accepted that you were a double agent all along, they know without you Voldemort would have won but... Ron can't seem to understand us.'
Bellatrix placed a small kiss on the tip of her young lovers nose.
'He's just moping because I have what he wants. He'll come round when he realises your friendship is so much more important.'
Hermione responded with a small smile before leaning up and placing a soft kiss on Bellatrix's lips. A kiss that soon was soon deepened by the other woman whose hands began to explore soft and supple skin.
'Come on 'Mione, you have to be ready in 5!'
The brunette witch sighed as she opened the door to reveal to excited looking men.
'Wow! You look incredible.' Harry stood back to take his best friends appearance in before pulling her in for a tight hug. Once out of his arms Hermione looked to his left where Ron stood open mouthed, staring directly at her.
Harry and Hermione both laughed openly at their ginger friend's reaction before turning their attention to the more important task at hand while Ron finally found something to say.
'So 'Mione, are you ready to be Mrs. Bellatrix Black?'
Hermione turned to face him while Harry went to pick up the flowers from the dressing table.
'Ronald, I've never been more ready or sure about anything in my life and we all know I'm rarely wrong about things.' Playfully she winked at him before the three best friends started laughing.
Walking down the aisle Hermione's heart started racing. Ahead of her stood Bellatrix, the love of her life. She stood with her sisters; a vision in black to contrast with Hermione's white. Her dark eyes were alive with passion and love as Hermione approached, her smile broadened with every step the younger witch took. Harry and Ron stood either side of their best friend as they walked her down the aisle to her love. They stood just behind Hermione, acting as her best men. An elderly wizard stood in front of the two witches and smiled warmly before addressing the congregation. Oblivious to most of the ceremony the two witch's gazed into each others eyes, waiting for the two words that would change their lives forever. Bellatrix went first followed by Hermione. Two words that filled their eyes with tears of joy and love and melted their hearts.
'I do.'
Bellatrix's lips were attached to the young brunette's neck as her hand gently caressed her toned stomach.
'Mmm Bella, don't make me wait. Not tonight.' Hermione's voice was husky and her desperation was clear to the older woman.
'Of course not Mrs. Black.' Bella smirked as she kissed down her new wife's chest, her warm mouth covering a hard nipple as her slender fingers began to gently caress her lovers waiting centre. Spurred on by the heavy breathing and soft moans of her love the dark witch bit down on the young woman's nipple while two fingers slipped inside of her.
'Fuck baby, you're so wet.' Bellatrix purred. Hermione's moans increased in volume as her wife began thrusting harder and deeper inside her. The dark witch smiled genuinely when her love screamed her name as she climaxed. Hers was the only name the Gryffindor would scream in the throes of passion and she couldn't be happier to spend her life with Hermione. The two newlyweds spent the night making love before falling asleep together, limbs tangled as two became one.
Hermione's head was resting on the lap of her wife. Her wife sat on the sofa playing with her light brown locks as she lay gazing into the fire.
'I don't want you to go.'
'I know Hermione but I have to. I'm head of department, it will look bad if I don't go.'
'What if something happens?'
'Nothing will happen sweetheart. I'll apparate in with the team, cause chaos, hopefully hex a few, arrest the others and come home.'
'We both know it won't be that simple Bella. The death eaters hate you for your betrayal. You're going to walk into a a suspected death eater hideout to round up those that got away and they're going to try and kill you.'
'Hermione listen to me, there won't be many of them. We outnumber them and you seem to be forgetting my skills with a wand.' The dark witch smirked.
'This isn't a time for joking around Bellatrix.'
'Sorry love, I'm just trying to relax you. Come on, we're going to stop talking about this now and just enjoy this evening okay?'
'Fine.' The younger witch sighed but was soon shut up as Bellatrix's lips pressed firmly against her own.
Hermione stared straight ahead as she knelt in the grass. Her hand reached out to the object in front, her fingers gently traced the words etched.
Bellatrix Black
Beloved wife and sister
1951 - 2000
Tears flowed freely down her face. Her time with her wife was short. They married a year after the war in spite of the bad reaction their romance received at first. Hermione's friends were shocked but in the end realised love is sacred and supported her relationship. They supported her more now. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Luna visited everyday to make sure she was coping. Not long after their year anniversary Bellatrix had a mission as Head Auror to round up the remaining death eaters. A mission she never returned from. Hermione cried herself to sleep every night since, and spent the majority of her day at the cemetery. A gust of wind wrapped around her where she knelt and Hermione felt her eyes close. For a split second she felt those strong arms embrace her, smelt the musky smell of her lover, heard the symphony that was her laughter. Desperately she tried to cling to the reminders of her wife but upon opening her eyes she realised it was her imagination. Sobs rattled her body as she whispered to the nothingness.
'I'll find you Bella, I won't give up until I'm in your arms.'