Disclaimer: I own nothing. All of it belongs to J.K. Rowling.

AN: My first fic. Pretty much everything is similar to the story except Bellatrix wasn't killed during the battle at Hogwarts. Hope you all enjoy. Reviews and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.:)

Only Her

There she stood in all her dark glory. Bellatrix Lestrange was now circling the bed that Hermione Granger currently lay on. She was completely helpless as the vulture circled her prey. The older woman's eyes were feasting on every inch of the young brunette's body.

"How is my little mudblood?" asked Bellatrix in a voice sounded almost childlike. Bellatrix stalked even closer to the bed and Hermione began to shudder at the thought of the crazed woman's hands on her. Hermione lay on the bed in nothing but a thin red nightgown that accentuated every curve on her body. The raven haired woman climbed on the bed next to the younger girl's legs and Bellatrix slowly traced her fingertip from Hermione's ankle and made its way upward.

"Please, Bella I need you inside of me," Hermione pleaded as she felt Bellatrix's hand slowly make their way between her legs. The death eater's eyes were wild with lust as she felt the damp cloth that was Hermione's underwear. She began to rub Hermione where no one has ever been allowed before. Bellatrix climbed on top of her while continuing her motions that was making the girl underneath her moan. "Oh Bella," was all Hermione could muster in her current state of pure bliss.

"You are mine." And with that, Bellatrix bit down on Hermione's neck. Hermione shot up from her bed panting heavily as sweat beaded down her forehead. It was just a dream. Merlin it was only a dream.

Hermione made her way out of bed, being careful not to wake the other sleeping body in the room. She was sharing a room with the youngest Weasley in the Burrow where she had been staying at currently.

Things had been much more peaceful for everyone after the battle at Hogwarts and the death of Voldemort. Life was just beginning to return to normal for the magical community. Everyone except Hermione. Unfortunately, Bellatrix did escape but aurors were on constant watch for her as well as any other Death Eater. Just knowing that Bellatrix was still out there gave Hermione the feeling that someone was always watching her. The dreams that she was having didn't help at all either. The poor book worm who usually knew everything was at a loss for words when it came to her thoughts. The thoughts that revolved around a woman who has tortured more people than she is willing to count. As usual, Hermione shoved the thoughts to the back of her mind and made her way to the bathroom.

Ginny's fiery red hair was sprawled onto the pillow and Hermione tried to keep quiet. She entered the bathroom and quietly shut the door behind her before she turned on the light. She looked into the mirror and wiped away the few hairs that were stuck to her forehead. The faucet turned on and she wet her face. Hermione looked back into the mirror, and then she peered down at her arm. Mudblood. Her insides wrenched at the fact that she has had that sort of dream about the culprit who branded her with such a disgraceful name, but ever since that day at Malfoy Manor, Hermione has been changed. Unfortunately, that was not the first time Hermione had dreamt of the mysterious woman in such a way. Her fingertips ran over the scar that has caused her these nightly problems. She decided that it was best to go back to sleep. Slowly she exited the bathroom, once again engulfed in the dark. Ginny shuffled slightly in her bed and Hermione couldn't help but wonder what her dreams were about.

"Hermione," her name startled her and she froze midway to her bed, "are you all right?" asked the younger girl. "You were talking in your sleep," Ginny then stopped, unsure of what to say. Hermione's thoughts began to race and she hoped that Ginny hadn't heard anything that could give away what she had dreamt about. "You were saying her name again. Was it another nightmare?" the only Weasley girl was truly concerned for her friend's mental welfare. Oh, it was no nightmare. Hermione was thankful that it was dark, because Ginny wasn't able to see the blush that crept on her face as she thought of Bellatrix doing those things to her. Of all the people in the world, does it have to be that woman? Hermione cursed her body for the way it was reacting.

The truth was that Hermione had always been captivated by the death eater's beauty. Ever since the day at the ministry she couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was. Not to mention her perfect breasts that were teasing her through Bellatrix's tight black corset. Hermione of course shrugged this off as time went by, but she was reminded again of how much of an affect the older woman had on her. Malfoy Manor was the place where Bellatrix truly made an impact. Hermione remembered her body pressed against hers as she claimed Hermione to be hers. She could never forget that day, or the woman that has changed her so drastically. She only hoped that the dreams would eventually stop so she can return to normal and move on with her life like everyone else has.

"I'm fine Gin, just another bad dream," Hermione cleverly lied and she was immensely grateful that Ginny didn't know more. She climbed back into her warm bed and shut her eyes, "Night," she said as she stifled a yawn. She shut her eyes and fell back into a slumber. Although Ginny was worried for her friend, she was too tired and fell back asleep to peaceful dreams.

Hermione slept through the night without dreams. She woke up to an empty room, but she heard Harry, Ginny, and Ron outside playing Quidditch. She decided to get out of bed and complete her morning routine that consisted of using the bathroom and brushing her teeth. Her parents had always emphasized the importance of dental hygiene. The brunette made her way downstairs, sneakily dodging Molly in order to avoid being hassled about breakfast. Her appetite just wasn't right anymore since the nightmares started. She exited the house and gave a small chuckle at her friends rough housing during their game.

"Hermione! Come join us," Ron exclaimed, but Hermione just shook her head. She was never really into playing Quidditch,

"I'm just going to take a walk," said Hermione as she made her way past her friends. Harry and Ron just shrugged and continued to play their game. Ginny looked at Hermione with that look on her face. Oh just drop it Gin. Hermione needed some time to herself and she was determined to rid her mind of any thoughts of Bellatrix. She made her way through the fields that descended away from the Weasley's home. The laughter of her closest friends fading with each step she took. She found a small hill that had a big tree that looked perfect to lie under. So she made her way up the hill and laid down under the tree while breathing in the fresh air. She sighed and closed her eyes at the peaceful harmony that surrounded her. Thoughts of Bellatrix were far from her mind.

"Hey there Mudblood! Miss me?"