When Hermione woke up, she saw into two big, glowing eyes. The girl blenched. "Missa did not want to dismay ", said the house-elf in front of her bed, "Missa just want to bring breakfast." Hermione eyed up her counterpart detailed. It was the smallest house-elf, she had ever seen. She was even smaller then Dobby. But she looked older then him. Her pale skin hung in pieces from her body and the dirty kerchief, that she had twined around her hip like a loincloth, seemed to be a size to large for her. The most strange thing was, that her mouth and her nose formed some kind of dog-snout. Somehow she looks sweet.
Missa put the try down in front of Hermione, which she had hold until now. The girl eyed her 'breakfast'. A bap, lukewarm semolina pudding and a cup of coffee. How alert! Although she did not like the menu really, Hermione helped herself fast. She was hungry. No wonder. She had drained her stomach involuntary in the last night.
"Thanks a lot ", said Hermione. To her great horror Missa started crying. A very noisful and heartbreaking sobbing. The elf hide her eyes behind her hands and turned around, as if she was ashamed of her tears.
"I did not want to hurt you ", Hermione said quickly. The house-elf calmed down again. "Hurt. Hurt Missa ", she replied "You did not, Madam. But never before a wizard had thanked Missa for something. And espacially not someone like you." She had avioded saying Mudblood for my sake.
Quietly the girl said: "You have not met nice wizards often, have you?" "No, Missa haven't." Immediately Missa slammed her hands on her mouth. "How could Missa say something like this?"
Without any warning the elf took inrun and thundered with the head against the cupboard door. Again and again she hammered her forehead against it. During this she screeched: "Bad Missa! Bad Missa! Really, really bad!"
Hermione gasped horrified: "Missa, stop! You will hurt yourself!" She grabbed the elf at her arms and pushed her back. Missa wrenched free and turned around. Her dog-snout was open and she gasped scared. Then she seemed to calm down.
Missa doddered a bit and sat on the floor. "Missa had to punish herself, Madam", she replied, "Missa had nearly talked bad about her mistress." "You are serving the Lestranges ", said Hermione slowly, "and your mistress is...Bellatrix." The little elf flinched by the name.
Then she nodded and said fast: "But if Miss Granger means, that Missa is scared of her mistress, than Missa can calm her down. Missa knows the Mistress. Miss Bellatrix is often short-tempered, so Missa is always a bit careful, if she talks with her."
Suddenly the house-elf sprang to her feeth and slammed her head furious fast against the back of the chair. "Bad Missa!", she screamed, "Really bad Missa. Disregard the mistress' order and talk with the Muggle girl. Bad Missa!" Hermione called: "Missa, calm down. Please! What is wrong?"
Missa turned around to her and responded: "Miss Bellatrix gave Missa the order to bring the food to the Muggle girl and to vanish after that. She had forbid Missa to talk with Miss Granger, but Missa had not heard to her. Now the mistress will punish Missa really bad."
"But you've punished yourself already ", replied Hermione irritated. The house-elf clawed her fingers into the rand of her bat ears. She explained: "May be. But the mistress prefers to punish Missa by herself. She is doing really bad things then. Painful and torturous things. But Missa is obey and let everything happens upon her."
"That is not fair!", yelled Hermione angrily. She thought about S.P.E.W, the organisation for the protection of the elves, she had called to life. The wizards enslave the house-elves. This has to be abolished. Or at last changed.
"Don't get upset, Madam", replied Missa, "Just let Missa do. Missa knows the mistress and actually Miss Bellatrix is not so bad, when she is not punishing Missa at the moment. The mistress' word is law for a house-elf and Missa deserves her punishment. Had she not broke this law right now?" Her snout buckled to a sad smile. Hermione doubted if Missa really found it not so bad to serve Bellatrix. But she could not ask the house-elf any more, because that one disappeared with a loud crack.
When Missa was vanished, Hermione stood up and walked to the cupboard. She opened the door. Actual she had suspected black clothes like the one Bellatrix wore, but here laid half-way normal things. Hermione pulled on a red pullover and a jeans. She did not found a cloak. I am not tolerated as a witch here.
Hermione turned around and watched the try vanishing in the air. Whereto was it vanishing? In Hogwarts the tries were transported through the kitchen. Wheter is it here too? The brown haired girl had no idea.
Hermione's entrails clenched, when she heard steps in the corridor coming towards her door. This is not good. Not good at all. Knee-jerk Hermione stumbled back, until her back knocked against the back of the chair. She watched the handle moving down and the door swinging open.
"Already awake, Mudblood?", declared Bellatrix, "Come, I do not want to use that room as a torture chamber." This does not sound good at all. Oh no. Hermione asked herself, what Bellatrix had figure out now. She let herself dragged through Lestrange Manor. One floor down, Bellatrix pushed Hermione in one of the rooms and closed the door.
The room was bigger then hers. It gave a bed with green silk clothing, a small, black cupboard and a commode. On the ceiling hung a chandelier, decorated with white-blue crystals.
Bellatrix let go of Hermione. She pulled out her wand. The girl stretched, ready to feel pain. But that failed to appear. "Episkey!", said the female Death Eater. A thin light stream hit her nose. A quiet knock could be heard and Hermione felt, that the broke had vanished. Confused Hermione rubbed over the spot. The pain was gone.
The black haired woman folded her arms in front of her chest. "I am going to ask you again ", she said, "Will you bow to the Dark Lord, become a Death Eater and his spy?" Hermione shook her head. "No", she replied with constant voice.
This was a mistake. Bellatrix' fist hit her fresh healed nose and broke it again. The hit's impact dashed Hermione's head aside. She coughed and tasted blood in her mouth. Usually she learned faster out of her mistakes. Defiance was not something, Bellatrix liked really much.
"Don't be so stubborn, Mudblood!", growled Bellatrix, "Episkey." Again her nose was healed. "Will you bow to the Dark Lord? Yes or no?" Never. Hermione shook her head. She turned her glance away, when the clenched fist shot towards her. A dull knock told her, that her nose was broken again.
"It is not useful for you to be stubborn, Mudblood!", whispered Bellatrix. The torture repeated. Again and again the same question. And again and again Hermione gave the same answer. She barley felt her nose, so often it had been broken already.
Finally Bellatrix dropped her arm. Her tounge pushed towards her theeth, when she licked her lips. The female Death Eater seemed to think about, how she could force Hermione to obedience.
Then Bellatrix said craggy: "Sit down, Mudblood!" Hermione did confused as she was told. She let herself plumbed on the bed, the only sitting chance. What has she on now with me? As if Bellatrix had read her thoughts, she answered the question: "I want to get love but you accord it not to me. Somebody lust for my love, but I do not allow it to him. But on you, Mudblood, I can feed my longings."
Hermione slipped panic up and down on the bed. She will not dare to... The thought let Hermione's stomach turned over and she feared her meal would come up again. Fast as lightning the girl ran through its escaping chances, but it did not found any one. Would have been too nice. Bellatrix came closer and closer. Her smile get wider. She seemed to know, that Hermione was scared and it amused her.
Hermione's only possibility consisted of let the love game passing by. And to hope it, would end soon. She stayed, where she was. Her hearth hammered against her rips and she clawed the nails into the flesh of her ball of thumb.
"Clever Mudblood!", breathed Bellatrix. Her black hair puffed of by her steps and in her eyes laid a bigoted glow. Cheerfully agitation. It couldn't be something different. Hermione closed her eyes and waited.
Fingers ran down her cheek and a pair of lips pressed covetous on her own. Hermione gasped fearfully for air. She felt Bellatrix' tongue pushed her lips ungentle apart and slide into her mouth. Jolly the tip tipped on Hermione's tongue. The girl tried to block away her thoughts and to feel nothing.
Bellatrix detached herself from her. "Come on, Mudblood. Don't be asleep at the switch ", she complained. With a flip of her wand she cut through Hermione's clothes. Knee-jerk Hermione let herself fall back. Bellatrix turned her back to the girl.
"Can you open my corset?", she asked Hermione. Her voice was quiet, but it was clearly a order. Shuddering, Hermione obeyed. Her hand seemed to belong to someone else. The fingers were numb, when she opened knot for knot. Always when she opened one, Bellatrix shuddered as if someone had pour cold water upon her.
Barely the corset fell down, Bellatrix whirled around and laid heavily on Hermione. Her lips found the one of the girl and laid upon them. Her tongue drowned into Hermione's mouth. Again the tip slide over the girl's tongue. Hesitated the young woman paid back the petting. Bellatrix' tongue twitched in a mad lust, while she snuggled the one of the brown haired girl.
Hermione tried not to think about, whom she was kissing right now. Instead she tried to picture, that it was Ron. Ron with his joke and his humour and not this crazy female Death Eater. However the kiss was different from Ron's. It only had lust, was without love.
Bellatrix' hand slide down her check, following her neck. The fingers touched Hermione's breasts. Softly they started to massage the sensitive parts.
A second be freed out of Hermione's inner-self. It was a dark and evil Hermione, who stood now behind the girl. Like a devil. "You like it ", whispered the Dark Hermione and put the normal thinking part in bonds. Then it took its place.
Hermione moaned with pleasure. She would love to slam her hand on her mouth. But this was not working, because Bellatrix guided her hand. Over the thick, black hair, the breast, the hip. Always when her fingers met naked skin, the Death Eater shuddered and Hermione felt this shudder to the bones.
"Earth to Hermione ", whispered Bellatrix, "You do not find this nice, do you?" "Still", Hermione admited with hollow voice, "I...think so." "But you are sleeping with a Death Eater. With one, who would strangle you without hesitation. Are you scared?" "No", replied Hermione calmly, "Why should I?"
"Oh. My. God." Hermione was pressed the air out of her body, as Bellatrix held up on her shoulders and stood up. She comprised Hermione's wrists and pulled the girl up. Her eyes glowed of bigoted joy and rapture.
"Good Mudblood ", she breathed, "But have you by chance thought about someone else, while I was chasing my game with you?" Ron. Hermione knew, that she had thought about him. He had made Bellatrix' petting, full of lust and without love, bearable.
Weakly the brown haired one nodded. "Who was it?", asked Bellatrix. Hermione did not reply. "Answer me!", screamed the female Death Eater angrily and slammed the girl with the flat hand across the face. It hurt and her fresh healed nose knocked again. The Dark Hermione, who had whispered to her that she liked it, was crushed down by the normal thinking part immediately. Bellatrix is a Death Eater. She will kill you, if she wants.
"Well, Mudblood?", asked Bellatrix bossy and folded her arms. Hermione felt her lips forming without wanting the words "It was Ron." The Death Eater smiled bizarre. "Then listen to me very carefully ", she breathed, "If you don't want to see Ron dead, you shall agree to the Dark Lord's demand. Otherwise you will share your room with Ron's corpse soon!"