"Captured again" The thought flitted through Hermione's mind as she stood in the small cramped bedroom. The thought didn't fill her with dread, instead she was looking forward to seeing Bellatrix again, just the two of them. Glancing down she smoothed a hand over the mark on her arm, her fingertips tracing each letter almost lovingly before she froze as only one sound reached her ears. It was the clickety clacking sound of Bella's six inch heels moving purposefully across the stone floors. The young Gryffindor could smell the dark witches perfume before she entered the darkness of the room and moved to stand before the young brunette. Her raven black curls fell down in a rich curtain around shoulders of pale perfect pocelain while the Slytherin's breasts swelled over the top of her blood red corset, the fishtail skirt of crushed velvet perfectly enhancing her curves.

"Every scar is like a prize isn't it? Something won, something you've received for all your suffering, something to be marveled at for each one tells a story." Bellatrix's soft voice was spoken like a purr, it was husky and sounded like a little growl on certain words, as the dark haired witch clikety clicked her way into the room and saw Hermione's treatment of her scar. It brought a smile to her face altough her eyes were again captivated by Hermione's beauty. It had been that way since the night at the department of mysteries not that she'd ever have told Hermione that. Until now. Walking in a circle around the girl Bella took in every curve of her body, the jeans Hermione habitually wore giving Bellatrix the perfect view of her arse. Coming back round to in front of Hermione Bella's hand jutted out to catch the young witches wrist and she lifted the girls scarred arm to her lips placing a light yet possessive kiss to each letter as her rich chocolate coloured doe like eyes locked on to the light brown ones of Hermione. Moving closer still to the young Gryffindor her free hand lifted and then ran down the girls cheek whilst her head tilted to the side as she studied her intently. "What have you done to me, Mudblood? Have you put a spell on me?" Her hand carressing her cheek moved to wrap around the young witches throat. "I can't get you out of my head."

Hermione started then as the dark witch spoke to her. She had been far too busy staring at those perfect pert breasts of Bella's and listening to thse beautiful melodic tones of her voice. Snapping back to the present she turned her cheek into Bella's touch and blinked at her as she tried to fight off the panic at the hand around her throat "Y-you feel for me? It is no spell I can assure you. I feel the same for you. No matter how hard I try my thoughts always circle back to you"

"No spell you say, I'm not fully inclined to believe you. How do you expect me to believe that I would be thinking of such obscenities with something like you?" In the time she'd spoken she'd somehow inched closer, their bodies now almost touching. Her hand gripped tighter and she backed the younger witch up until her back hit the wall. She knew it was no spell, no charm, curse or hex, she'd done every removal spell for every lust, love and attraction spell there was and she still felt the same. She was just trying to save face and not admit her feelings. "What do you think you and I should do, Muddy? We're alone, no one can hear us. Shall we duel to the death, or, maybe some other physical activity?" At the touch on her cheek Hermione's breath hitched as her cheek turned into the carress more "Ron is not my boyfriend and he has never touched me. No one has ever touched, neither man nor woman" What she neglected to tell the dark witch was that her own fingers speant a lot of time buried between her thighs as she thought of Bella. At Hermione's words the raven haired beauty tipped her head and the sound of her cackled laughter filled the room at the confession. Tilting her head to the side, her fingers teasingly moved lower over the younger witches chest between her breasts. "How lucky I am, little Muddy is a virgin. Oh this is to perfect, sweetness." Leaning closer to let those talented fingers fiddle seemingly innocently with the buttons of Hermione's jeans. "How do you look under there my pet?"

Hermione's back arched slightly to push her chest towards Bella's touches even as her eyes lowered to watch the raven haired beauty work the buttons on her jeans, the movements from her causing a flood of wetness to her core. She wasn't sure how to answer that. Should she answer truthfully that she was shaven beneath the lace of her black knickers or should she stay quiet? The virgin that she was the Gryffindor was embarrassed to say the truth but she wasn't sure about staying quiet either "I'm..erm.." For once the opinionated young Gryffindor was tongue tied as she could see her fantasy coming into being before the night was done.

"Hm, not the vocal type either are we, darling? Don't worry, such things don't bother me." Bella's hand slipped inside the young witches jeans and she smiled that sultry smile as she felt the wetness covering the lace of her underwear. "But I think there's no denying how much you want this bad Death Eater to fuck you, am I right, Muddy?" She'd make the girl beg, plead and whimper before she gave her what she wanted, breaking people's pride was something she did very well. "I'm just nervous and yes, I want you to fuck me, to make me scream" Hermione bit her lip then again as she pondered on should she reveal that she was in love with this woman and had been since she was fifteen or should she keep quiet? Feeling the hand touching her where no one had before had her moaning softly and her heart beating faster in her breast. Chuckling darkly at the moan, her fingers probed the damp lace of Hermione's underwear. At least it was lace and not white cotton, Bella was the type of woman who let her underwear talk for her, always sexy, always either black or red, matching corsets and lacy knickers with silken ribbons, she was a tease with both her body and her words. "Is that so? And tell me, darling, why would I want to do that?" Her fingers slipped under the lace but were careful not to touch anything other than the skin of her groin.

The feather light unfamiliar touches on the smooth skin of her groin had Hermione gasping softly, the sensations were amazing and her core was again flooded. Only this dark haired woman was able to kindle such lust in the young Gryffindor. Opening her eyes Hermione locked her gaze to the chocolate coloured doe like gaze of the older Slytherin "Because you want to fuck the fruit forbidden to you, fuck it senseless and see what it tastes like" The language wasn't her own, she was still innocent enough to not use such vulgar words but now she used the words she had read in the muggle romance novels she read. At this young filth's words Bella laughed, it was soft and dark but sexy and alluring. Oh this little girl thought her dirty words would make Bella relent? How cute this girl was. "Fucking you, would be the same as fucking any other virgin. You're not special Muddy." Her fingers moved over the lace, running over the folds hidden by the thin material. "You'll be the same as all the woman I've fucked and left." The younger witch shook her head at Bella's words as hr hips rocked towards the touches on her sodden underwear "No I wouldn't, I saw you looking at me that night the department of mysteries, I saw how you wanted me then and how you have wanted me every time you've set eyes on me ever since"

Bellatrix stared at the girl with a slapped expression on her face. Was this mudblood bold or plain stupid? Either way it made her head tilt and her defenses momentary slip, Hermione would have been able to see it in the softening of her eyes and the slightly smile that curled her pouting lips. "Is that so? And how did you come to that little conclusion?" Her fingers finally moved under the lace and she purred as she stroked the wet and already swollen clit. It was probably a mixture of both tbut the younger girl had wanted this woman since she was fifteen and she wasn't about to risk losing her chance now she had Bella where she wanted her. Noticing the softer look she smiled warmly, her own eyes softening even as they misted from the pleasure she was feeling. Hearing Hermione's declaration about her feelings that night in the department of mysteries Bella avoided eye contact, not something she normally did but she was having trouble keeping up the Death Eater routine around this girl. Damn her to hell. Leaning forward she brushed her lips in a feather light touch across Hermione's own. "What have you done to me, Mudblood?" Suddenly shy and not able to handle her own feelings she pulled away. She shouldn't even be thinking these things let alone doing them. Her husband would hang her, her master would burn her at the stake, her own people would lynch her but she couldn't help her body responding.

Was this really happening? Was Bella really kissing her and softly too? It felt like a dream, a dream come true. Feeling the soft carress of Bella's lips against her own Hermione responded to it, her own lips parting in invitation as her arms wound around Bella's neck "I don't know, but whatever it is you've done it to me too. I've wanted you since that night too" Looking at the dark haired woman then and gently lifting her hand to carress her face "I shouldn't be in love with you yet I am. We are two different sides in this war, yet I can't help but love you. I fall asleep each night thinking of you, wondering what you are doing, hoping you are safe. If Harry or Ron were to find out they'd make life unbearable for me. Yet still I love you"

"I've done nothing to you, nothing. I shouldn't even be thinking of you this way" Laughing a little cackle and stepping back, freeing the girl she'd trapped against the wall Bella met the younger witches gaze; hazel eyes to dark doe-like eyes "Darling, if my side found out they'd burn me alive. I think my punishment would be a little worse than having boy wonder and ginger mad at me." She used the names she'd given Harry and Ron one day while she was ranting about them and it stuck, she'd made Draco howl with laughter. "You need to leave before anyone finds out you're here." The Gryffindor shook her head then as she looked at Bella "No, I've wanted you for years and I don't want to leave now you're here and you've admitted you have feelings for me" She smiled suddenly and moved closer to the older dark haired woman "The names for Harry and Ron are apt though, everyone always focuses on Harry because of that night and Ron is a coward" As Hermione moved closed, Bella moved back. She wasn't about to betray everything she lived for for lust and passion. She could get such things from her never ending list of people who would loved to bed her. "I want a lot of things I can't have, now get out before I change my mind and take you to my master." The threat was a real one, she would do it. She'd regret it later but she'd do it.

Hermione stopped for a moment, frozen with those words. The woman she loved would be willing to do that? Oh how stupid she had been, to think this woman would ever accept her as anything but, as she saw it, a lower form of life. Stepping closer then she stroked her hand over Bella's cheek "You poor thing, is love something to be feared. Have you never felt it before?" her voice was soft and she wasn't patronizing her either. She was simply asking. BellatrĂ­x stared a little taken aback by the questions, what was this Mudblood playing at? If she was trying to soften up the battle hardened death eater she was going the wrong way about it. She pulled away with a little growl and stepped out of touching range. "And tell me what you would know of it? You're still a child, you don't have any idea. Get out." A nerve hit somewhere inside, she could pull her wand now and kill the brat, but she didn't.

"I'm in love with you Bella. I have been since I was only fifteen and you escaped from Azkaban. It's wrong, your on the other side and you hate people like me yet I cannot help myself. I find myself scouring the paper every day to just catch a glimpse of you if you are in it" She bit her lip softly as she looked at the older woman in front of her, her cheeks flushing with colour as she awaited a response. Did she really just say that? Did she really just tell the most feared death eater of all that she, Hermione Granger, was in love with her?