A/N I thought it would be a funny oneshot to write for Bella and 'Mione so here we go.
A loud 'Crack' echoed through the empty street, it was early in the morning and the sun shone down playfully, illuminating everything it touched especially the two figures who had just become part of the scenery.
One figure clad in full black albeit the black complimented her thin, curvy figure instead of making her look like a glum, depressed and skeletal person, a frown decorated her face, though more of disgust then anything else.. for this figure was none other then Bellatrix Lestrange or Bellatrix Black as she was now know, one of the most feared and pureblooded witches of the wizarding world and everyone knows purebloods hate anything associated with muggles or muggle-borns.
The other figure wearing a hoodie and jeans, brown, curly hair cascaded down her shoulders much like the black locks of the other witch, her brown eyes inspecting the scenery before walking across the street with the dark witch in tow.
"Why are we here Hermione? You never told me where or why?" Bellatrix questioned, fiddling with her dark painted nails, the other woman rolled her eyes before answering. "Because I need to collect my things before my parents move out!"
"Hello, Hermione is that you dear?" A raspy voice sounded from over the fence, the brunette facepalmed before a old, grey-haired lady popped her head over the fence. "Uh yes, Mrs Smith. I just came to collect some things and go." Hermione replied trying to smile and ignore the fact that the pureblood stood next to her was smirking cockily.
"Ooh dear look how you've grown, you used to be such a strange little kid always reading books instead of being out with friends and always trying to tame that hair of yours, I see you've managed to do that just fine now." The old woman started blabbering on and Hermione could tell Bellatrix's grin soon turned to a frown of annoyance, her hand slipping to her wand to hex the old croan.
".. And who's this dear?" The woman inquired as Hermione's hand shot out stop the other witch from reaching her wand. "A few streets back I bumped into her, she's an old friend of my mum and came for a friendly talk with her... This is Bellatrix Riddle!" Hermione sniggered as Bella looked pissed at her but quickly hid it, her eyes blazing instead.
"It was nice to chat with you Mrs Smith but I really must be collecting my stuff before the movers take it away!" Hermione smiled before walking to the door and searching for her keys, Bellatrix following and whispered an 'alohamora' at the door before it swung open and she gently pushed the brunette in, closing it behind them.
"Bellatrix, what the hell was that? I told you that your dress sense can just about be seen as normal since it a dress not robes but still too regal only rich people wear those types of things... but you just tried to hex my neighbour and opened the door with magic. Did we not agree on no bloody magic apart from apparation?" Hermione growled while pacing the kitchen.
"You're forgetting a few things dear." Bella smirked at the younger's pacing, the pacing holted, looking to the darker witch and asked. "And what would those be Trixie?" Bellatrix's smirk dissappearing at the nickname she so hated and Hermione knew it.
"One: I am rich honey, I'll dress like it and not like a poor person like you. Two: I didn't exactly agree to no magic. Three: I don't obey the rules, I'm Bellatrix Black and you should know that by now honey. Four: That old hag would have deserved it, prying into other people's business. Five: Never call me Trixie ever again... And what the hell was with the name Mudblood?" Bellatrix at first answered calmly but losing her cool at the end and hissing the hurtful word she had managed to call Hermione a lot less now.
The word felt like a stab to the heart for the brunette but she managed to snap back anyway. "Hmm ok all of those are true but that makes you more suspicious in the muggle world. As for the name, well I thought that was obvious, you do worship the guy with your obsession of him!"
A red spell shot from the dark witch's wand, impacting with the other's chest, knocking her to the floor with a grunt. "No magic! What don't you get about that? For forty fucking minutes Bellatrix, forty minutes isn't long!" Hermione shouted in anger as she pushed herself to her feet.
"I'm going to get my stuff packed up. Don't wreck anything in here! Or do I have to body bind you again?" Hermione shouted as she began to climb the stairs nearby, dissappearing from Bellatrix's sight within seconds.
A heavy sigh left the older witch's lips and she reluctantly hid her wand away in its holster on her leg, hidden by her flowing black dress. Her black eyes skimming the area, it was of no interest to her since it was just muggle items decorating the fairly plain house.
"How did you even grow up here? It's a boring place and the decorations are horrid!" Bellatrix spoke nonchalantly as she strolled up the stairs, her heeled boots clicking on the wood, that at least wasn't covering in the same sickly cream colour the rest of the floor seemed to be carpeted with.
"Because I couldn't grow up in luxury like some people, I'm muggle-born after all, so no millions of galleons to inherited though the plus side is I don't have to marry someone I don't love!" Came the reply and the pureblood followed the voice to what she assumed was Hermione's room, it has a horrible white door like the rest of the house so Bellatrix assumed her room would be just as horrid.
Her assumption was partially correct as the room was sickly white but covered in gryffindor scarves, awards and badges from hogwarts including the slytherin one, posters of a few famous wizards and drawings of all different magical creatures. The floor unlike the rest of house was a dark coloured wood which looked rotten and a chair, desk, wardrobe and the bed frame in an identical dark wood, the bed draped in blue and silver, the last thing in the room was the stereotypical hogwarts trunk.
"Ravenclaw colours on the bed and all of the house emblems. Why Granger? You're a gryffindor! Though the rest of the room is horrible like the rest of the house!" Bellatrix muttered, Hermione turned and observed the dark witch before tapping her wand on the wall. "Because the sorting hat said I would suit as a Ravenclaw more than a Gryffindor but he put me there anyway and as for the rest, I just like the colours and that it's something magical instead of muggle."
As soon as the wand made contact, the room started to morph, the floor got a few shades darker and more polished so less likely to fall apart, a silverish, fur looking circular rug with golden patterns trailing across it, now sat in the middle of the room.
The bed turned into a four poster like those at hogwarts, red drapes around it, the same crimson colour the curtains had changed to but the same bedding lay on top of it. The table now had intricate patterns carved into it as did the wardrobe but the chair had now changed into a leather office chair.
Bellatrix went to lean on the door but nearly toppled over when she realised it had changed, no longer a painful plain white now it was a oaken door with more fancy, more wizardish looking patterns and runes, a 'H' on the middle of the door.
The wall changed into a deep shade of green with dark blue patterns running along it, a few posters had changed into more magical related things and piles of books of magic lay about with the brunette's hogwarts robes thrown over the chair.
A white box looking thing lay on the desk along with the books, pencils, paper full of half finished writings and drawings and another strange looking smaller, silver box that littered the desks surface.
"Well at least you have better taste in furniture then your parents! What are those though?" Bellatrix asked, pointing at the two boxs, Hermione smiled before sitting down on the office chair, it creaked awkwardly as it spun and Hermione pointed to the bigger box and started talking about it. "This is a computer, it's a muggle gadget. You can use it to message people immediately, so like an owl.. but faster. You can also write notes down and lots of other things that you probably wouldn't understand!"
The brunette glanced over to the confused but interested witch before pointed to the other object and informationed her about this too. "..And this is a mobile phone, another muggle gadget. You can also message instantaniously, write notes, game and also take muggle photos and videos which are like wizarding photos and so much more just again you wouldn't understand what I mean!"
"Interesting maybe muggles aren't so useless and pathetic after all!" Bellatrix mumbled, suprising herself and Hermione.
"Well you purebloods never took enough interest in us except from hate, to know anything about us muggles and muggle-borns." Hermione said, spinning around on the chair, it wobbled slightly but kept going around, letting out a little squeak after every rotation and soon Hermione could feel dark eyes piercing through her.
"Stop that, it's insufferable. I should have listened to Severus when he said you were an insufferable little know it all and just generally insufferable!" Bellatrix hissed, a grin displayed on the brunette's face, her tongue sticking out childishly.
"And you wouldn't have it any other way, you know you love it Bella! It's fun, come on join me!" Hermione sniggered, giving the older witch a pouty face when she didn't approach.
"No, it's a filthy muggle.. whatever kind of chair it is!" Bellatrix shrieked, keeping her distance from the younger witch and the annoying chair.
"Ohh stop being so uptight Bella, if you don't want to sit on it, sit on my knees instead!" Hermione smirked seductively at the darker haired witch as the dark gaze landed on her again, now that the chair had stopped and the younger woman patted her knees.
She still refused to move, her feet planted on the floor. "Ok I'll make you sit on it if I have to, without me next to you." Hermione grinned deviously and Bellatrix growled at the woman's newly formed arrogance, maybe she hung out with her too much.
"Fine! You're really starting to pick up pureblood traits and it's just weird!" Bellatrix surrendered, holding her hands up and stepping across to the chair carefully.
"It's not gonna bite you know. I think you're more likely to bite than anyone!" Hermione sniggered as Bellatrix finally sat down on the chair, holding on tightly to her hands.
Luckily Hermione was taller so Bellatrix's legs didn't dangle down in the way, so she could push the chair in one direction. The dark-haired witch's grip tightened more as the brunette shifted her foot, pushing it off the floor and setting the chair spinning slowly, it wheeled across the floor slightly and dark eyes looked to brown worriedly.
"It's fine honestly. Seriously Bellatrix you face the dark lord and the chance of death everyday but you're scared of a bloodly muggle office chair!" Hermione exclaimed, pushing against the floor harder so the chair spun faster, a grin spread across her face as the dark witch relaxed slightly, against her.
It soon unfolded into Bellatrix pushing them around on the chair and eventually Hermione ended up on the floor chuckling as she watched the dark-haired woman spin around on the chair, a genuine smile on her face.
"Told you it was fun." Hermione grinned as the dark witch showed no signs of stopping, though instead of watching her intently, now she was in process of packing up the rest of her things using magic.
Posters, hogwarts clothing, books, drawings and any other trinkets scattered about the room slowly dissappeared into boxes which in turn were strunk down and dissappeared into the brunette's pockets. Any trace of her living in the house now gone except for the office chair which she needed to change back to normal and stopping Bella's fun wasn't a good idea.
"Bella, I'm finished. We need to go, my parents will be back soon and I need to change that back to normal." Hermione muttered, a pouty Bellatrix looking at her before she spoke. "But it's so fun. Can we not just keep it? They won't notice."
"What happened to it being a filthy muggle thing Bella?" Hermione chuckled as Bellatrix continued spinned around on the chair. "But I like it, has the right design too. It screams my style 'Mione apart from the fact it's muggle but I can get over that." She replied, her black curls flowed down over her shoulders almost in a childish way as they refused to move where she wanted them, black eyes peering from within the mass of hair.
"Fine, but we have to go now!" Hermione finally gave up after the dark witch stayed spinning on the chair and protesting about leaving it behind, the squeaking noise had become unbearable and Hermione had been glaring at the ravenette, the whole time though said ravenette either didn't notice the brunette's burning glare or chose to ignore it.
A spell to quiet the squeak the chair made was cast before another one to strink it, the only condition Hermione had insisted if Bellatrix insisted on taking the bloody thing with them.
With everything packed away, the two finally strolled out of the house and down the street to the alley near which they had appeared in the morning, as it was now way past midday. Another loud 'Crack' echoed and both of them were gone from the suburban streets of Surrey, a grand manor now replaced that scenery.
And that is how the deatheaters now occasionally take turns spinning on the chair, minus the squeak of course but with the intense stare of Voldemort burning into them all as they do, of course that's more concentrated on Bellatrix and Hermione for bringing the bloody thing back and deciding to introduce the joys of spinning around in an office chair, which appealed more to the deatheaters than it really should have.
"Cissy, you have to try. Come on even Lucius, that spineless coward.. of a husband you have, tried it!" Bellatrix whined at the blonde who had stared her down intensely for the last half an hour as her sister span around and tried to convince her to join in.
Minutes later the blonde sat on her sister's lap as the chair span, a faint smile on her lips, a smile plastered on Bellatrix's face. "Okay, I have to admit it was fun.. I suppose Bella, so are you going to persuade the dark lord to try it!" Narcissa laughed slightly before slipping off her sister's lap.
"I don't wish for another 'Crucio' to be sent my way Cissy, so no. I'm sure he'll try it eventually, he's got to be curious at least!" Bellatrix deadpanned. "I would so have to get that on video." A voice sounded and the brunette appeared with her 'mobile phone' in hand.
Now that night had fallen, everyone was either gone or sleeping in one of the manor bedrooms as the pale figure of Voldemort slid through the hallways to the drawing room where the blasted chair stood in one of the corners.
Voldemort's red eyes flitted throughout the room before resting on the leather chair, Nagini followed him, slithering on the floor and resting on Voldemort's lap as soon as he managed to sit down on the chair. It was a very distracting thing to his plan and had been the thorn in his side for the week but he had to admit the thing was damn comfortable, more than the chairs of the manor.
Feet rested on the floor and he gently pushed away from it, setting the chair spinning slowly and gradually speeding up the spin of the chair, a slight smirk plastered his ghostly face, they were right it was fun but he wouldn't do it in front of his followers.
Unknown to him a figure hid in the shadows recording the whole thing while trying not to laugh at the rediculousness of the fact that lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard around was spinning around like a child on a muggle office chair of all things.
A/N So it ended up being quite long, much longer then I expected but Voldy and his followers got to join in the chair spinning fun XD I genuinely had fun writing this oneshot for them.