I don't own any of this, although I wish I had that sort of imagination.
It was getting late. Summer was slowly coming to an end, bringing in the fresh air that came with fall. A soft breeze came in threw the window and the curtains flowed easily in the draft. It was almost midnight and her sister was not back from her latest Death Eater task.
Narcissa waited impatiently in an oversized leather sofa. Her skin looked almost ghost like against the dark colors. The bags under her eyes were clearly visible. Narcissa heard the grandfather clock strike the hour and with the chime she heard the familiar sound of someone apparating outside the gates of the manor. She quickly stood up and drew her wand on the off chance it wasn't someone who belonged there. The gates swung open and she could make out four silhouettes.
She recognized bellatrix's manic curls, and luciou's blonde hair. Narcissa assumed the other was Bella's husband but she could not make out the fourth person. As they approached the house she noticed the invisible ropes and the way her sister poked her wand into the guest's back. It was clear they had captured a prisoner.
Rudulphous and Luscious sat down in some of the chairs that were strewn about the room. Narcissa searched her sisters face. She could tell Bellatrix was pondering what to do with their new captive. With a sharp tone Narcissa told the other Death Eaters to leave them alone. The shared a look of confusion but did not wish to find a hex whizzing their way. They quickly left the room.
Narcissa slammed the door shut then uttered a spell to lock it and muffle any sounds that might be heard from eavesdroppers. When she was certain they were alone Bella sighed a breath of relief and collapsed on the sofa. She left the captive girl lying face down on the floor with her hands a feet bound.
"And what was so special about her that you couldn't kill the damn muggle, you had to bring her back here?" Narcissa questioned, her voice seething with anger.
"I don't know... the look she gave me... like she knew all of my secrets... I couldn't shake it out of my head, I didn't know what else to do with her."
Bellatirx stood to face her sister and rested her head on her shoulder. She dared not hope for the comfort she sought, but Narcissa placed her arms around her. The anger and constant hatred was eating both of them alive. After a few moments Bella turned to the girl on the ground. She pulled her wand and played with it in her hands.
Narcissa recognized the prisoner. It was one of Potter boy's friend. The snotty brat girl that thought she knew it all. Out of no where Hermione's shirt caught on fire. Narcissa whipped her head around and caught her sister smirking and pointing her wand at the child. She knew torture was one of the only ways Bellatrix could release her stress from the constant pressures the dark lord placed upon her.
Hermione screamed. She tried rolling around on the ground to put out the fire, but every time she thought she had smothered the flames she found another part of her shirt on fire. It was the most intense sensation she had ever felt but when she looked at her skin there was no burn marks.
After what felt like an hour but was merely a few seconds the burning stopped and Hermione gasped for air.
"It is getting late we will discuss her options in the morning, put her out of sight for now."
Bellatrix nodded and pulled Hermione up the stairs. She led her to one of the many bedrooms that was in the manor. This particular room hadn't been occupied for several years. Bella flicked her wand and all of her clothes fell to the ground. The girl was standing in front of her vulnerable. Bellatirx loved the felling of power and she had no problem doing whatever it would take to feel powerful over someone else. The girl tried to cover her self but it was nearly impossible with her hands still tied.
Bellatrix laid her on the bed and made sure to tie each of her limbs to one to the four bed post. Hermione looked utterly terrified of all the potential terrible things that could happen to her.
Her voice trembled as she looked deep into the soulless eyes of the most loyal Death Eater, "wh-what are you going to do with me?" Her eyes widened in fear.
"You don't question me stupid mudblood."
"You are lucky you are still alive and you will endure whatever torture I come up with for you. You will do it with a smile on your face and you will ask for more. Is that clear?"
Hermione held back the tears that were burning the back of her eyes. She was too scared of saying anything that might cause another punishment. She simply nodded her head. Bellatrix seemed satisfied with that answer. She leaned in terribly close to the girl. She could smells sweat and fear. She brushed some of the brown curls of Hermione's neck and brushed her teeth against her neck. She could feel her body tighten with fear.
"Goodnight my darling mudblood. "
With a smile she quickly turned around and stalked out of the room. She shut the door behind her. She wasn't the least bit worried about her prisoner escaping. She held still by the door waiting until she heard muffled sobbing. Once she was satisfied she quickly walked down the hall heading toward a different room.
She stopped when she was at the door, it was closed. She held her breath and turned the handle. The last few flames flickered in the fire place, it would be dark in here soon. Bella quickly took off her boots and removed the leather corset. When she was completely naked she glanced over to the silk red sheets. The spotted the blonde streaks of hair against the pillow. The pulled back the covers and gently crawled in as to not be disruptive if they were already sleeping. Bella wrapped her arms around the figure and whispered amour into her ear before giving her a kiss goodnight on her shoulder.