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Hermione noticed the days were getting darker. There were a lot more whispers in the shadows, people sneaking about. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it but she knew it couldn't be anything good. She was always sent to her room when anyone of importance would come over to the the cottage. She just couldn't manage to muster up any clues.

Bellatrix grew quiet as the days went by. The circles under her eyes were getting darker. It looked like she hadn't slept in many months. Hermione took notice of this. One morning she's was set off to do some tidying around the cabin. Narcissa told her to go freshen up Bellatrix's room because she had assumed she was out having one of her meetings.

Hermione slowly entered the room. It scared her half to death. She was afraid of being punished for going into Bellatrix's private quarters. All though they seemed to be getting along a little better than Hermione had ever imagined. The room was mostly dark. As her eyes adjusted she could see that the thick heavy curtains were pulled shut. She felt spooked just being in the room of the most dangerous women she knew. She made a bee line for the dresser and started dusting. The sooner she got this over with the sooner she could get out.

After about fifteen minutes she was on to picking up the clothes off the floor and putting them in a pile to wash later. As she was bending over fetching a boot that had been tossed across the room she heard a voice.

"What are you doing?"

Hermione physically jumped back a few steps from where the noise had came from. "Wh...I...um...I'm sorry, Narcissa told me that your room could use a bit of tidying." Hermione's eyes focused on the bed that was hidden in a shadow. She could now see a half dressed Bellatrix lying between the silk sheets. She had been watching Hermione work.

"I see."

"I'm sorry. I'll just gather my things and I will leave you to be," Hermione stated as she gathered her things to leave.

"NO! You're here now. You might as well finish whatever it is that you claim you're doing."

Hermione held her head down low and got back to what she was doing. She had no intentions of making the lady of the house angry this early in the morning. She finished gathering the clothes and started sweeping the floor. She sometimes snuck glances in just to see if the Death Eater was still there. She turned to walk out the door but Bellatrix stopped her.

"Come here," Bellatrix growled.

Hermione walked over to the bed. Bella grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in close. She slowly approached Hermione's lips and brushed them with her own. Before Hermione even had time to register what was happening Bellatrix pulled away and slapped her hard across the face.

"What was that for?" Hermione had a puzzled expression on her face and her eyes were wide with shock.

"LEAVE!" Bellatrix screamed at her.

Hemrione paused for a moment she wanted to know what the hell was going on but she was too afraid of the wrath of Bellatrix. She ran out the door, leaving the pile of clothes and cleaning supplies behind. Hermione ran straight to her room and threw her self on the bed. She started to sob uncontrollably. It had been way to long since she had seen any of her friends. She missed Ginny and Ron and most of all Harry. She didn't have anyone to laugh with, anyone to console her. Her feelings were getting the best of her, she was starting to feel sorry for the Narcissa and Bellatrix. She was beginning to think of them as nearly human.

Narcissa had seen her running out of Bellatrix's room and down the hallway. She was slightly curious as to what her sister had done to the poor girl. After a few minutes Narcissa got up from her seat and walked down to Hermione's room. She stood still by the door and heard Hermione's sobs. She entered the room and sat on the bed. Hermione didn't even look up to see who was in the room with her. She was too afraid it might be Bellatrix. Narcissa leaned over to put an arm around the crying girl. She took her free hand and brushed Hermione's hair out of the tears.

"What could possibly have you this upset," Narcissa questioned.

Hermione met her eyes, "You're sister is a monster."

"That's not very nice. Did she do something terrible to you?"

"She kissed me." Even Hermione realized how ridiculous that probably sounded. Calling someone a monster just for kissing her.

"Is that it?" Narcissa was genuinely confused.

"Well she slapped me too. But yes that's it."

"Then why are you so upset?"

Hermione shrugged. She didn't really want to discuss how lonely she felt and how badly she wanted to go back and see her friends. And most of all she didn't want to discuss her feelings for the two sisters.

"I see. Well my sister does have a certain way about her. She likes to play with her victims. She wants everyone to realize that she is in control of every situation. Even I have been subjected to her insanity. It's something you learn to live with and you don't let it bother you."

"How can I not let it bother me. She is crazy. Sometimes she pretends were best friends and other times she looks at me like I'm the filthiest thing to ever been born. I just wish it was one way or the other," Hermione sighed.

"Go ahead and get some rest," Narcissa stated as she got off the bed. She closed the door behind her. As she was approaching the kitchen she heard some plates being moved around. When she entered the kitchen she saw Bellatrix trying to find something to eat. She looked up and caught Narcissa staring at her. "She left her shit in my room," Belatrix said with an evil smirk.