A/N: So here's chapter 2. I'm sorry for the delay. I got a bit discouraged at the start. But people are watching this. And for you guys, I'll finish the story. Thank you for the watches(:
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"B-Bellatrix... Lestr-range?" Hermione trembled. She had heard of the woman, everyone had. The dark Death Eater. The Dark Lord's most faithful servant. Ginny on the other hand didn't look the slightest bit afraid. In fact, she acted like it didn't faze her at all.
"Yeah, what about it?" The red head asked, wandering into dangerous territory. Hermione elbowed her in the ribs. Silently praying she wouldn't cause any problems. The redhead ignored it. Bellatrix just smirked, and walked past them to the counter and started drawing pictures in the dirt. Hermione thanked anyone who would listen.
"My, my, my. You are very rude." Bellatrix stated like it was some secret. Her dark coffee colored eyes met soft golden brown eyes. The redhead saw something flash behind her eyes, something that looked a little bit like adoration. Which was absolutely ridiculous, Bellatrix didn't ADORE, so despised and murdered. She wasn't proper of an ounce of normal feelings. Just the negative ones, which always seemed a bit extreme in her case. But as soon as it was there, it wasn't. Maybe she had imagined it, but still continued to gaze into those dark eyes. There was something about them, which she found almost fascinating. If she just looked far enough into them, maybe she'd fall in. But that wasn't a question anymore; she had fallen into those dark eyes. She realized how odd it must look so she turned her head to the man who worked there. Struggling to pull herself out of that dark hole. The man appeared moments before but she hadn't noticed, and by the expression on Bellatrix's face neither had she.
"Here you are." He handed Ginny 2 bottles of fire whisky. The red head handed one to Hermione and took the other in her hand, and proceeded out the door. Not before she looked over her shoulder and smirked at the beautiful raven haired woman that was now sitting on the counter. The temptation was just too much to ignore. Bellatrix looked at her like she her grown a new head as she watched Ginny leave the store and walk down the alley. They found and empty alleyway and started to guzzle down their fire whiskey. By the time they were finished the girls were giggling and swaying as the made their way to Fred and George's joke shop. Tripping over each other's and their own feet.
"You know Ginny." Hermione started. "I used to have a thing for your brother Fred!" Hermione blurted and near-by by standards looked at her oddly. Hermione blushed, realizing it wasn't the whisper she intended.
"Yeah me too." Ginny said more to herself, but Hermione overheard, her mouth gaping at the sudden news.
"You... what? Ginny he's your brother..." Hermione whispered, even though they were too drunk to know what was up or down she still knew to keep this quiet.
"When have I ever had the same morals as most girls?" Ginny mumbled.
Hermione had no answer to that, so instead she took the liberty to put her arm across the red heads shoulder as the stumbled they're way to the Joke shop.
Bellatrix had been following the two girls. Lurking in the shadows, it was what she did best after all. She watched as Ginny turned red when the other girls arm went around her. Such beautiful red hair. Lovely brown eyes... and gorgeous freckles. She cackled. And before she could compose herself Ginny had already turned around. She looked straight into her direction. The raven haired woman's heart stopped. Had she seen her?
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked surprised by Ginny's actions. The girl just spun around and completely caught her off guard.
"Nothing... I just thought... Never mind. Come on then! The boys will miss us!" And with that they skipped the rest of the way to Fred and George's joke shop. The cackle Ginny heard in the back of her mind.
"Where have you been... we got so- what the bloody hell are you doing?" Ron stuttered at Hermione was a mere 2 inches from his face poking his nose. She giggled.
"Ginny... did you give her something to drink?" Harry asked, and then smirked at her.
"I don't know... what in Merlin's Beard you're speaking of." Right at that moment she hiccupped causing the boys to laugh. She ignored them.
"You'll never guess who I just ran into. Bellatrix Lestr- oh Harry stop giving me a death stare. She's alright." She hiccupped again. This time no one laughed.
"She's 'alright'?" he mimicked her using her voice as well. This didn't go over well with the red head.
Smack.
You do not cross Ginny Weasley.
"Do not talk to me like a deranged two year old Harry Potter!" Everyone went quiet and stared at the scene. Even Fred and George had to stroll down to find out what the commotion, or lack of commotion was.
"She just smacked Harry Potter." The whispers started.
"Ooh don't mess with red heads."
"Wow... Ginny slapped The Boy Who Lived!"
"Now, now, little sis. What seems to be the problem?" Fred asked. Hermione remembered what Ginny had said earlier and watched closely.
"He's the problem." She pointed to Harry. "But I've handled it." She went to storm out of the building, followed by Fred. Leaving behind a dumbfounded Hermione.
"Why... Why did Fred go...?" She turned to George.
"There almost as close as we are." George winked and Hermione not picking up on the fact that it was a joke, gasped. Ron, however, stayed as clueless as ever.
"Gin... what happened?" Fred asked gently as he stood next to his little sister. He had followed her outside and now, here they stood, against a wall.
"Why can't he learn to forgive? I have..." She whispered, clearly no longer intoxicated. Fred arched an eyebrow.
"This morning the both of you were ranting about her. Why the change of mind?" He knew this was a touchy subject, but then again they could talk about anything.
"I've changed my mind." She said in a missive voice. "Come on, let's get the others and go home."
The dark raven haired woman sat in her sister's library thinking about the little red head from earlier. Sure the girl was beautiful, but so many other people are. What is it about those golden brown eyes that caught her?
"Cisssy. Stay out of my head. Just because you've studied to read minds doesn't give you permission to read mine." Narcissa realizing she had been caught came and sat next to her sister.
"Who has occupied your thoughts? I've never seen those eyes before..." Narcissa looked at her sister curiously. "I can tell they're young eyes. A young woman's eyes."
"Sod off, Cissy. Go play with your husband." Bellatrix spoke as she started to pace the rom.
"You still speak to me like I'm a-" she was cut off.
"Sod off!" Bellatrix screamed making Narcissa put her hands over her ears. She definitely had a set of lungs.
"If that's the way you want it..." Narcissa went to walk out of the room holding her elegant grace, but was stopped by the unmistakable sound of a sob. She whirled around. Bellatrix Lestrange did not sob.
"Cissy... I didn't know I had any emotion left. But today... today I've felt more than I wish to share..."