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'I suppose you're waiting for an explanation.' Hermione Granger hesitantly queried. This was the first moment she had to speak to her two best friends. Since the time-turner returned her she had been busy. She didn't leave her dark lovers side for over 24 hours, not once being more than touching distance away. Now she sat opposite two rather angry boys.
Harry Potter couldn't quite believe his eyes or ears. Never in a million years would he have imagined Hermione and Bellatrix. He frowned slightly as he contemplated the odd duo. It was one of the weirdest things he'd ever witnessed, seeing the two hungrily kiss as if their very being depended on it. The look of pure disgust and rage in Ronald Weasley's face was worrying both the brunette and the-boy-who-lived. The brunette sat silently, searching for the appropriate words for the situation. Harry watched as the usually confident girl fidgeted. Unconsciously playing with her fingers, eyes looking everywhere but at the boys. Tentatively he reached across, taking her hands in his.
''Mione, it's okay. Just start at the beginning.'
The brunette smiled, admiring the raven haired boy for his kindness even in situations as shocking as this. She knew she couldn't tell them the whole truth. Not now anyway and certainly never to Ron.
'There uh... Isn't a beginning really.' Hermione looked up, a lop-sided smile in place. She took note that Harry was still smiling, gently squeezing her hands, encouraging her to continue. Ron on the other hand, still looked ready to kill... Or vomit slugs again. She couldn't quite decipher which his suited his expression more. With a sigh she continued trying to explain her love for the believed death eater.
'I never meant for it to happen. When I first realised my... Attraction, to her I was scared. Disgusted. I believed her to be the crazed murderer she played so well.'
The brunette paused after hearing the red-head snort in disbelief. It hurt her that he was being so narrow-minded about everything. They were given concrete evidence that the dark witch was anything but that.
'All I can say is I saw the real her. Not the psycho, not the actress, not the spy, just her. Believe it or not you'd like her. She really is amazing. I love her, she loves me, it's bizarre but... Brilliant.'
The brunette finished, both a smile and a blush firmly in place.
'I can't say I'm not surprised... By Merlin I am 'Mione. I wish you'd have said something though.' Harry smiled sadly at the brunette.
'I know Harry it's just... It's one of those things. I didn't want to burden you with my love life when there were clearly more important things at hand.'
'Hermione I don't ever want you to feel like you can't talk to me about this stuff. Regardless of whether my mind is on horcruxes or... pixies. I want to know, I want to be there for you.'
Unable to contain it anymore the brunette flung herself at the unsuspecting male, wrapping her arms around his neck and crying silently into his jumper.
'Thank you Harry.'
The boy awkwardly patted her back with a small laugh before prying her off of him. His attention turned to the still seething ginger.
'Come on Ron...' The dark haired wizard implored.
'No Harry. If she wants to whore herself out with a bitch then she can but don't expect me to put up with it.'
'R-Ron...' The brunette spluttered as more tears threatened to fall. She was dreading this, Ron always was a hotheaded idiot.
'No. You made your choice. You chose her over us. Now I'm making mine. You either leave her and we can try and regain our love or you go.'
'Our love? Ron there never was any love!' Exasperated the brunette started pacing.
'Mate it's not really your place to tell her to go either. We're the golden trio for merlins sake! Together through it all! Trolls, giant snakes and spiders, werewolves, Voldemort, Umbridge, horcruxes! Lets not let jealousy ruin this mate.'
Harry looked pleadingly at the ginger who had risen and was shaking angrily.
'Im not the one ruining it she is!'
'Say what you want Ron... Nothing you say or do will change anything. I love her not you. Accept it or get over it because it's not changing!' Hermione exclaimed before storming out. Leaving behind a disheartened Harry and a raging Ron.
Bellatrix Black was feeling on edge for the millionth time in two days. Sighing she sat down, deciding it was feeling she despised and certainly didn't want to frequently plague her. Her dark orbs roamed from one blonde to another and then to her lookalike. Awkward didn't begin to describe the atmosphere in the room. It was the first time she had been in the same room as her two sisters and mother since Andromeda left many years ago. Yet here they were, drinking tea and avoiding conversation at all costs.
'To say I'm shocked would be an understatement.' The matriarch was the first to speak. The awkwardness ebbing away as smiles graced the faces of the Black sisters.
'That word is rather recurring at the moment.' The eldest sister quipped.
The smiles faded as the elder witch spoke again.
'I am so very sorry. To all of you.' Hanging her head in shame Druella Black let her tears fall.
'Don't be.' Bellatrix and Narcissa looked at each other with wide eyes as their sister spoke.
'You did what you had to mother. We all did. Except for you Bella.'
'Me?' The dark witch laughed freely which soon turned into an awkward cough as she took in the serious faces of those around her.
'Come off it Bella, you were far braver than anyone I've ever known.' The youngest sibling stated.
'I-uh... Just... You know-' The dark witch spluttered tactlessly.
'You risked everything for those you love, including Hermione Granger.' Andromeda quipped with a smirk.
Both sets if blue eyes widened. Druella remembering an old conversation with her eldest daughter and Narcissa thinking of the bright muggle born who gave her son a belting right hook.
'Hermione Granger the mud... Muggle born? Hermione Granger the brightest witch of her age? Hermione Granger brains of the golden trio? Hermione Granger royal pain in Draco's arse?' Narcissa frantically questioned, thankfully rectifying her mistake before it was truly made.
'The very one.'
'Isn't she a bit young?' The blonde asked incredulously.
'Wait... Hermione. You spoke of her before you married Rodolphus. Surely this can't be the same person if she is as young as Narcissa believes?'
Bellatrix sighed, causing a giggle from the middle sister.
'Sorry sis. I didn't realise they didn't know.'
'They don't know the half of it. Yes, Hermione Granger the 18 year old. The 18 year old I loved when she was 20 in 1972.' The dark witch laughed at the looks of sheer confusion on both blonde's faces.
'That was confusing even for me Bella.' Andromeda laughed.
'Confusing doesn't begin to cover it! Bellatrix what in Merlin's name is going on?' The matriarch demanded.
'Let me get some firewhiskey. This is going to be rather long winded.'
Hermione Granger soon realised that some things never changed. Minerva McGonagall was still her go to person, the Scottish woman was identical in every time the brunette had known her. She was there, with a mug of tea and a tin of ginger newts. A shoulder to cry on, advice giver, confidant, friend, mother figure.
Hermione smiled at the thought, graciously accepting a biscuit from the woman who would force feed you if you denied one.
'I did not expect you to be parted from Bellatrix yet.' The Scottish woman smirked.
'Believe me Minerva I'd much rather have spent the day with her.' She smiled sadly before sipping her tea. Allowing herself some comfort in the hot liquid.
'Ronald?'
'How did you guess?' The brunette sighed.
'Because he's always been an idiot.'
Hazel eyes looked up in surprise, a hint of amusement shining.
'He's not my student anymore so I'm free to express myself clearly. He'll come round eventually Hermione, if not then maybe his friendship is one you could do without. It's hardly friendship if he is unwilling to accept your happiness.' The witch smiled down at the young brunette warmly.
'I know you're right, you always are.' She smiled before continuing. 'I just wish he'd try. It's not like he has to play happy families with her just cope knowing I love her.'
'Some people will never be able to see beyond their own needs I'm afraid. I take it Harry was more receptive of the situation?'
'He's brilliant as always. I've never known someone with so much kindness and love for everyone.' The brunette smiled fondly.
'Why thank you.'
Both witches jumped at the sound of the wizard's voice. Laughing slightly Harry sat on the arm of the love-seat, his hand on his best friends shoulder.
'I mean it Harry.' The brunette admitted shyly.
'I know 'Mione. I know.' Green eyes sparkled with love as he pressed a small kiss to the girls hair.
'I'm with you every step of the way.' He claimed, his arm wrapping round her while his other went straight to the tin of biscuits on the coffee table causing the older woman to scoff and scold him playfully, much to everybody's amusement.
After around two hours of trying to explain her relationship with Hermione, Bellatrix Black had a headache. She could understand the confusion of her youngest sister and mother but that didn't mean she liked it. Eventually the women got their heads around the unusual love story, both agreeing in one thing; Hermione Granger was extraordinary.
'I must meet her Bella.' Druella pleaded.
'Mother, I don't think that's wise just yet.'
'Of course it is. Don't worry, I won't deny her love for you because of her... Upbringing. I want to thank her. If it wasn't for her you would be dead Bella... I don't even want to start thinking about that too much.' Druella explained, her eyes filling at the thought. Bellatrix pulled her mother in, holding her close.
'It's okay mum. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.'
'I know sweetheart.' The blonde braced herself, pulling away from her daughter. Her hand gently caressing the dark witch's cheek.
'I've never felt more proud of you. I love you Bellatrix.'
'I love you too.' The dark witch smiled.
'Enough soppiness now... Lets go.' Bellatrix urged her mother to the door.
'Yes, I have a granddaughter and great grandson to meet.' The older witch beamed, turning around to meet her daughters eyes.
'You go on, I have someone to go and see.' With a smile the dark witch disapparated.
'Merlin's beard! Seriously!?' Hermione was coming to the end of her tether.
'Hermione I cannot allow you to come near my family while you associate yourself with that murderer!' Molly Weasley's face soon resembled her hair in colour as she continued to rant at the brunette.
'Ron has been nothing but good to you 'Mione.'
The brunette growled at the youngest red head. Unable to believe her friends would turn on her in such a way. People were divided. Those who believed Bella was a good person and were willing to support their friend and those who refused to believe the truth and demanded the young brunette leave her love.
The brunette was exhausted, she truly didn't care what these people thought anymore. She had Bella, she didn't need anyone else.
Harry, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Fred, George and the majority of the Hogwarts staff were supporting Hermione. Challenging the others who called for the dark witch to be sent to Azkaban.
Arthur, Molly, Ron, Ginny, Lavender, Dean, Seamus and Neville were amongst those who damned the witch who undoubtedly changed the outcome of the war entirely. Without Bellatrix they would have surely died but they didn't seem to get it. Both sides were arguing relentlessly. Shouts and jeers invaded the young brunette's head until all were silenced by the sparks that erupted from Minerva McGonagall's wand.
'ENOUGH!'
Both parties settled momentarily, eyeing each other suspiciously.
'We could have been so amazing together 'Mione.' Ron broke the silence.
Sighing Hermione looked up at the red-head.
'Get your head out of your arse Ronald it's not a hat! There was never going to be a we!'
The rest of the crown stayed silent, aside from those who were trying hard to stop their laughter at the fiery brunette's remark.
'Now... I am going to be with the woman I love. Nothing any of you do will stop that. If you realise your foolishness you know where to do find me. If not then just bugger off!' Flinging her arms in the air the fuming brunette stormed back inside the castle.
'I owe you an apology.' Bellatrix hung her head.
'Whatever for?'
'I was out of line, don't try telling me I wasn't. I have no excuse.'
'Of course you do my dear, you were distraught. I was a fool.' Albus Dumbledore smiled down at the dark witch from his portrait.
'You were right. Fate knew what it was doing. If this is to last that is.'
'I believe it will. You deserve to be happy. The both of you.'
The elderly wizard nodded his head in the direction of the door as a rather distressed Hermione stepped inside the office her hazel eyes seeking the onyx of her lover. Her features relaxed at the sight of the dark witch smiling at her.
'I was hoping you'd be here.' She announced as she stepped towards the dark witch. Her arms encircling her waist as her head rested on the other woman's chest.
'Go. Enjoy your time together. I shall always be here.' The old wizard smiled as the dark witch nodded. Her hand linked with her young lover as they left the office, pausing only so Bellatrix could wave her goodbye to her former mentor and father figure.
Both witches sighed as the collapsed on the bed.
'What a day!' Hermione sighed.
'Tell me about it!' The dark witch laughed, turning her head to look at the brunette. Noting the sadness in her love's eyes the dark witch placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
'H... Tell me about it?'
'It seems not everyone is a fan of us. It's mostly Ron but he's managed to turn a good deal of people against me.'
The dark witch frowned.
'Against us you mean. I won't ever leave you to face this alone.'
Hermione pressed her lips against the dark witch's softly.
'I know, thank you. Harry is okay with it. He's in shock but he's happy. He wants to meet you soon, get to know you. He may go into protective brother mode though. Just to warn you.'
'Oh yay!' The dark witch muttered sarcastically, causing an elbow to collide with her ribs harshly.
'Ow! What was that for?' She pouted.
'You know what! Naughty witch.' The brunette smirked before moving to straddle her love's hips.
'I'll show you just how naughty I can be little Lion.' The dark witch growled before flipping them over, securely pinning the young witch beneath her as her lips attached to the soft skin of her neck.
Slender fingers made short work of the brunette's clothes, tracing the newly exposed skin delicately. The brunette's breathing deepened significantly as she felt her lover's lips follow the trails her hands had been on. Brushing, kissing, licking, nipping everywhere but where she needed her.
Desperately her hands undid the corset of Bella's dress, removing her clothing and throwing it away. Her hands feeling as much of the soft skin as possible. A low groan escaped her lips as she felt her witch's tongue trailing through her wet folds.
'Bella... Please.' She panted, her hands pushing the dark witch's head down resulting in a soft chuckle from the dark witch. Before the girl could protest further all intelligent thought was banished from her mind as the dark witch's skilful tongue worked its way inside her. Her fingers teasing and tweaking the bundle of nerves as her tongue explored and tasted as much as possible. Producing sounds Hermione thought herself incapable of making. She clutched fistfuls of wild curls as her muscles started to tense. Bellatrix moved her hands to grip the young woman's hips, holding her in place while she sucked her clit hard. Unable to take anymore the brunette exploded. Her orgasm ripping through her body as the dark witch continued to lick and suck. Savouring her taste and drawing out the pleasure.
Eventually the dark witch let her love rest, her kisses moving back up her body. A body now covered in sweat, still shaking slightly from the immense pleasure the dark witch delivered effortlessly.
'Fuck... I love you!' The brunette exclaimed breathlessly. The dark witch laughed.
'I love you too.' Reaching for her wand the dark witch summoned two glasses of firewhiskey. Giving one to the still recovering brunette she smiled.
'I propose a toast.' Tilting her glass to gently tap the other woman's she beamed.
'To the future.'