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Hermione/Bellatrix Story (Lesbian coupling - Don't like, don't read - you've been warned).
MATURE CONTENT INCLUDING SEXUAL, PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE - WARNING, MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS.
This first chapter is just an introduction so when the 2nd chapter comes out you'll be caught up and know where the story starts from. PLEASE READ, REVIEW, and ENJOY.
3RD POV
In the ministry of magic, was a scene of such chaos that Hermione took a few seconds to look upon the battle and its champions. Harry was duelling alongside Sirius and going against Lucius Malfoy, when suddenly, Sirius was hit with the fatal killing curse; his body started to thin, become translucent and he began to fade as the veil took him as a sacrificial offering. Moments later were filled with Harrys screams and cries of despair. Hermione turned her head while dodging Mcnairs crucio and saw Bellatrix Lestrange running from the corner where the curse had came from. Hermione's feet started moving and then faster as she broke out into a run.
Hermione's POV
As my feet started running, I felt the hot sting of tears threatening to fall, my vision began to blur but I followed her, still. Lestrange, the most impure and insane of the death eaters has killed Sirius. Yet, I wasn't crying due the death of Sirius Black, but rather that I was rid of him; I will no longer be scared to be around the order, or to be alone with him.' 'He's gone' she thought over and over. 'No more unwanted touches, no more forced kisses or smiles and no more pretending that I was his friend, It's over' I sobbed as my thoughts began to race wildly around my head. Catching up to my twisted saviour, I curse Bellatrix with the first curse that came to mind. "CRUCIO" I scream and down she falls. Gasping and spitting about my audacity and how I was a filthy little Mu- It doesn't come; I look up at Bellatrix to see what was wrong, to find her staring at me in awe. Bellatrix steps closer to me, almost as if a predator and I was her prey.
"So, you are the muggleborn friend of Harry Potter? The one with the intellect and wit?" Bellatrix coaxed me to answer, looking wild and untame. "Well, unless there is a mix up and you're talking about Ronald, then yes, that would be me" I reply, defiantly. "Well, aren't you little miss sarcastic" she states to which I reply "Well, aren't you just little miss deranged" After this back and forth we stop and stare at each other, neither of us realising how close we had gotten to each other before we were face to face with mere inches separating us. Building up my courage, I finally speak again. "I just wanted to say thank you. You need not know how you have helped me, but thank you, all the same. I must be going as there is a battle to win." I start to turn away but find myself unable to move as Bellatrix's arm halts me and her grip was unforgiving. She pulls me to her close, my face resting on her shoulder and she whispers "I never knew you were so beautiful, maybe their is a use for you." I shudder as her breath ghosts across my skin, goosebumps arising and my body shaking. 'Why am I reacting to this?' I thought to myself. 'This isn't normal' I tried to fathom a reason for my reaction to her before steadying my gaze on her arm and then to her face, pulling free I reply "Maybe." before running back to the battle.
Bellatrix POV
I watched as she ran away from me to re-join the battle, her hair flowing wild and untamed as she went. 'Her eyes had been so uncertain, her lips so full, her breasts.. No, Bellatrix, pull yourself, together, she is a muggleborn.' "This cannot be happening" muttered Bellatrix before flooing back to her masters manor.
Back in the battle -
Harry hadn't moved since Sirius had been taken by the veil, he could not find the will or so it seemed. Hermione runs to him grasping him by the underarm and anchoring him over her so as to help him move away from the stray curses and highly probable death. He slowly begins to help her walk, one foot slowly after another. When out of the line of fire and in some semblance of safety, she relieves him of walking and sits him down. 'He still hasn't spoken' thought Hermione. 'Oh, Harry'. Moving on and checking on her other army members, she counts the casualties to be 2, Mad Eye and Ronald. 'Why was I relieved? Maybe because he kept hitting on me and wouldn't leave me alone?' she thought. This was not the time nor the place so she continued to fly curses at death eaters taking down two within seconds. Suddenly, the air changed, tension became thick and all chaos stopped with the appearance of a young man who looked to be a teenager as he called off the deatheaters. Confused the order members started to fling curses one after another at the man. Hermione stared at him and his familiarity. 'Where do I know him from?' She tries to unravel why he seemed so familiar before coming to realisation with a gasp. Brown wavy hair, blue eyes, tall, lean and ivory skinned - Ginny's Tom - which meant that the man in front of her was Voldemort, The Dark Lord. With this realisation she froze, a million thoughts going through her mind. Should i do it? Is now the right time? Will he kill me? Finally coming to a decision, she stopped fighting. Walking over to him she watched him as he watched her. "Hello, Voldemort." "Why hello, there, Miss Granger. What may I ask do you want?" he replies. "I give up." "You what?" Asked Voldemort, dubious and confused. "I never wanted to fight for the light, their morals are corrupt and they do the same things the supposed dark side does but only in the name of the greater good and light. I'm done." She states clearly and precisely. Throughout her speech she heard the gasps and sounds of horror from the order and members of the DA arise, yet still, she did not care. "Very well. Can I offer you a place on the dark side?" Voldemort whispered. "Do you have cookies?" she replied, equally as quiet, to which Voldemort burst out into genuine laughter, loud and charming. "Yes, Miss. Granger, we have cookies as well as many other tempting treats. I believe you crucio'd one of them earlier today, in fact". He winks, causing Hermione to blush. "Well, no, I mean I didn't- I have no - Fuck it, why yes, yes I did." She finally got out from the stuttering that had occurred. "Very well, then. Welcome to the dark side, Miss. Granger." "Thank you, my lord." Hermione smirked. Finally, a place where she would not be moulded into anything but who she was and her potential would not be supressed in the name of Harry Potter or Albus Dumbledore. Finally she could be Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age, dangerous, seductive, intellectual and so much more.
Thanks guys, chapter two up soon. What do you think of a quick Hermione/Tom Pairing or should I keep it exclusively just Hermione and Bellatrix. Let me know. Peace out, people of Fan Fic Land.
