AN: So uhm... Hi *waves* I cant believe I'm actually doing this. First time poster here and first time in actually writing for the fandom, so... all I can say, it was all Redsneakers fault for dragging me AND making me fell in love with this pairing. I hope I dont screw it up big time thou' Oh and English definitely not my first language and this story is un-beta, therefore all faults are all entirely mine :p
This little one-shot is set around the fifth book/movie and its my take on what could possibly runs through Hermione's mind when she first saw the Black tapestry.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I could go on and on with the proper legal terms which probably will be longer than the actual story ;p
Anyway, without further a do, hope you guys enjoys it :)
Beautiful…
The errant thought escapes before she could curb it and Hermione mentally cringe.
There she was with tea towel tied over her nose and mouth, a bottle of Doxycide on her hand, spraying away at the Doxys when her eyes fell at the tapestry.
Soon, she found herself standing in front of it, her legs obeying the unmistakable pull that attracts her to look once more at the sprawling family tree of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.
But who was she trying to kid? As with the first time Sirius showed them the tapestry, her eyes kept reverting back to one particular Black.
Bellatrix Black.
Her hand trembles slightly before her finger safely touch the golden thread embroidery that leads to the most beautiful woman she ever laid her eyes upon.
Black curls framed her beautifully sculptured cheek bones. Her eyes as dark as the night pulls you in to swam on its depth. Skin as fair as the ivory and her red… red lips…. Hermione found herself swallowing slightly at the sight of such perfect lips.
She recalled a childhood story of a princess with hair as black as the midnight, skin as fair as the snow and lips the color of blood and how she always told her mother that no woman can be that beautiful. Oh, but how wrong she knew she was now.
Yes, the woman depicted in the tapestry is a living breathing proof that such woman do exist.
She really is the fairest of them all…
Unfortunately, her personality differs immensely from the kind hearted princess in the story. No. Her heart is as black as her name.
Hermione caresses the picture with her eyes once more, committing such beauty in her mind.
What happened to you? What made you the way you are?
She shakes her head to clear her thoughts. There's no use in wondering about the enemy, but she can't help but saddened by it.
Such beauty… lost to the darkness.
Hookaaayy... Thank you for reading *gnawing on lips nervously* I hope you like it! *runs back to lurker zone*