From Girl to Girl

Foreword

All is starting at the Film scene in Malfoy Manor. I saw the film and thought 'Yes, that is it! Here we can start!' and here at I saw, that a lot of people think so. (I love that lots of people like "Bellamione" 'cause I just saw one or two German fanfictions with that pairing.) I hope it will be however interesting and new.

The characters and the setting of the story don't belong to me but to Mrs. Rowling and I don't earn money from my little story. But it's my own idea so please don't copy it without asking me. During the story there will be a Femslash Pairing – so when you don't like it just don't read it. I'm not really sure about the rating, there will be a little bit of violence and a bit of Slash – I think Bellamione isn't a good pairing without that. I didn't want the slash to take over so please excuse me that not every chapter will be about it but… I spoiler too much ;D

This story is original written in German (Yes, now you can kill me, anyway you now know why this foreword seems not very… creative). I don't know if my English grammar or vocabulary is right or good – but I'll give my best to translate it well (sometimes together with my good old friends dictionary and google translator). The chapters aren't very long so I'll translate them quick, I think. When you'd like to read it Beta, it would be really great! When you'd like to write a review, it would be really great, too :D

But now – I wish you to just have fun with the following chapters I am going to load up every week or two weeks.

xoxo

Chapter 1

„We wanna have a chat. From girl to girl."

She saw in panic, how Harry and Ron were taken away by Wormtail. The Others – Draco, his mother and Lucius – were gone too. Now Hermione was alone with this mad woman. In one room. Trapped and without her wand. She has no choice to defend herself or run away. She felt like having to flee when she saw in the eyes of the other woman. Hermine had a claustrophobic feeling. Slowly it sneaked closer and closer. It bemused every part of her body and mind.

What had Harry done? Why he had to say Voldemort's name? Now one can see that it didn't benefit anyone. But Harry hadn't to be here. She had to suffer. It has been obvious to her since the beginning. Leaving the sword in the tent was a very big fault. But it wasn't just her fault. Now Bellatrix thought they had broken in her dungeon. Ron and Harry had told her that they just had found it in a sea. Gringotts had been the last place to go. They never had the thought. Especially not to burgle the Lestranges dungeon. But she didn't dare to be cross with Harry. He was her best friend and a teenager, like Ron and her. She had to rebuke Dumbledore. He wanted them to make this search for Horcruxes, knowing that this would be their suicide commando. They would have been trapped anyway.

But there was no when and if – there was just Hermione and Bellatrix Lestrange who came closer and closer with a demonic smile at her face. The whole situation was so real. Hermione wished it would be a nightmare. The black witch had been after her always. This thought made the situation more badly than before. She retreated reflexively. But there was just the wall of the salon. Hermione breathed quickly. Like Bellatrix. But the Gryffindor felt panic, fear. The older witches gasp was full of excitement.

„Where you found the sword? Answer!" She came closer. Her face was almost touching the others face. Hermione felt Bellatrix. Her skin, her breath. The heat, that didn't seem to belong to that cold aura. She turned her head to the side as the other witch lunged out. Nevertheless, the fist hit its target with full force. Hermione felt that her nose was broken. A trickle of blood ran down. Hermione cried out. The blood seemed to mingle with the tears. Bellatrix took a step away from her in disgust.

"Answer you filthy mudblood! Crucio!" Hermione collapsed in pain. She cried. Her skin seemed to break away from the body and threatened to burst the eardrum. On the edge of her consciousness, she noticed Bellatrix laughter. The laughter, which she had accompanied every nightmare, years earlier. How could one become such a monster?

"Stop it! Please! No!", she pleaded. The curse ended abruptly. She wanted to get up with her last strength, but her wrists were pressed to the ground by Bellatrix. From below Hermione heard someone shouting her name. Ron. The other woman fixed her with her whole body. Bellatrix was heavy. And strong. She leaned down to her, pressing the younger witch on the floor.

"When did you break into my dungeon at Gringotts?" She asked again. Her lips were just millimeters away from Hermione's ear. The words were a mere whisper. Bellatrix's voice was hoarse.

"We ... have ... done nothing!" Sobbed Hermione choked with tears.

"Liar!" Bellatrix straightened. Her flat hand met Hermione's face. Her cheek was immediately red and throbbing. Her head was thrown to the side so much force had put behind the beat. She felt blood in her mouth. This woman was sadistic. Bellatrix took out a further blow when Hermione said quickly.

"Honestly! Please! Believe me! " Bellatrix looked pondering. Sure she just thought about how she could continue torturing Hermione, so that she told the truth.

"Well," the woman answered her, breathing heavily, "then let's see what you will say after this, Mudblood!" She drew her knife. Hermione cried, knowing what was coming. Each stroke hurt. She slapped around, tried to kick the other. However, what was difficult, since Bellatrix sat on her and pressed her pelvis, as well as other parts of the body, with all the weight, on the ground. After - Hermione felt so - hours, she let go of her and stood up to survey her work. Hermione could now see the word that had been scratched on her arm. Mudblood.

"Get the puck," shouted Bellatrix meanwhile. Full of hate Hermione looked up at her. The other grimaced her red lips into a sardonic and superior smile. She bent down again to her.

"Did you like this, my little Mudblood?" Bellatrix laughed and stood up again. Hermione closed her eyes so she would not have to continue to endure the whole thing. It gave her at least the feeling that it was all over. The darkness received her - but didn't envelope her. It would have been too nice.

Griphook was brought into the room. Hermione did not understand exactly what he said; an indefinite noise prevented her from hearing anything. She opened her eyes. But the scenery blurred again. She focused on Bellatrix black boots. The sword lay beside them. It reflected her face in it. Hermione tried to straighten her head a little so she could see what was happening. She made it, only to see that Bellatrix touched her Dark Mark. The voices went louder. Someone ran into the salon. Hermione suspected that the Dark Lord had apparated, but she saw something red-haired. This could not...

"Hermione", shouted the figure and ran back to Hermione. Suddenly the room was colder. Someone else had apparated. A white and blurred shape appeared directly behind Ron's face.

"No ..." Hermione whispered to warn Ron. Then the picture dropped. She fainted.