A/N: the beginning is weird, but it gets better. And then it gets weird again ;) It's over 6k words (dont hate me).
Hermione was awakened in Bella's bedroom by a very familiar sound, although one that she hadn't heard in months. She slowly opened her eyes and couldn't believe them. "Crooks!" she exclaimed happily, petting her ginger cat. When her familiar had enough cuddles and jumped off the bed, Hermione looked around. Bellatrix was not in the bed and most likely not even in the room. That was strange. The vampire was supposed to be asleep.
She got up and followed Crookshanks out of the room, in her PJs. Bellatrix must have changed her magically when she fell asleep last night. The animal led her to the kitchen where she could see his two bowls. There was water in one, but the other for food was empty. The cat gave her a piece of his mind about that, meowing loudly.
"Just wait a second," Hermione chuckled. "I doubt we have any cat food here, Crooks. I'll give you some milk for now and ask Kreacher to go buy you proper food, okay?" she informed him. She still couldn't believe he was here.
When the cat was happily lapping milk and purring, she petted him one more time and decided to see where Bellatrix was. She went to her room to change her clothes and was mildly surprised that the vampire was not in her bed. She hated that she had no way of contacting her. She would buy the older witch a phone if it kept going on like this.
Once dressed for the day, she went to check the living room since there was a comfy sofa, but she didn't find Bellatrix there either. She huffed and called Kreacher.
"I'll need you to buy some food for Crooks," she informed him. "And do you know where Bella is?" she asked the question that was on her mind since she woke up.
"Filthy…." The house elf started, but Hermione was having none of it.
"Yeah yeah, we gathered that. If I remember correctly, Bellatrix commanded you to be nice to me so I would do so if I were you. Or do you wish for me to tell her what you call me?" she scoffed.
"No, Missus."
"Good. Now, please buy cat food and maybe a piece of some fresh fish, he likes it," she informed. "And where is Bella?"
"In one of the guest rooms, asleep," he replied. The mudblood was correct that his Mistress commanded him to be nice and do whatever the filth wanted of him. He didn't fancy any punishment so he had to obey. Thankfully the young witch didn't seem to take advantage of that position. He simply couldn't call her names.
"Thank you," she replied politely and sat on the couch, dismissing him. Crooks jumped on her lap and laid down right after he finished his milk. She smiled and petted him again. It was so good to have her familiar back. She didn't dare write to Ginny again so it was good she had someone to talk to. He couldn't reply, but he would listen.
It was around 5pm, Hermione read in the living room with Crooks on her lap, and she was nervously waiting for Bella to wake up. First, she was missing her company and second, she had questions. She always had questions.
A smile crept on her lips when she was thinking of the vampire and she couldn't help it. Her cozy atmosphere was however interrupted by the floo network. She thought maybe one of Bella's sisters had come to visit again and she wasn't particularly happy about it, but she would be fine. She definitely didn't expect Draco and his father to step out of the fireplace a second later.
Crookshanks hissed and ran away, feeling how Hermione tensed and then got up abruptly from the couch herself.
Draco was the worst bully in her year, maybe even in the whole school. No one has called her mudblood as many times as this boy. No one has reminded her how filthy her blood is as this boy. And he's been reminding her since their second year. She was a child when he first spewed the insult. Ron tried to avenge her as she was too struck by shock and hurt, but he ended up puking the slugs himself. Of course, to the biggest amusement of this boy and his fellow Slytherins. It felt good when she punched Draco in their third year, but it wasn't good enough for all the hurt and humiliation he has caused her.
"What is such a filthy mudblood doing here?!" he spat once his eyes landed on her.
"Crucio!" Bellatrix yelled and aimed at the boy. Hermione hadn't heard her coming, hadn't known she was even awake. Yet, here she was, torturing the boy that has caused the young witch so much hurt.
Hermione saw that Lucius had raised his wand and unarmed him with a quick Expelliarmus before Bellatrix wandlessly used Petrificus Totalus on him for good measure and kept torturing the boy that was writhing on the floor, screaming in agony.
"Bella, stop," the girl pleaded after few minutes. Yes, Draco was a bully, but she couldn't watch him suffer this much for so long.
"Not until he apologizes!" Bellatrix replied, focused on her task.
"He can't even talk like this," she whispered. She shouldn't be looking, but somehow, she was unable to tear her eyes away, even if she didn't particularly enjoy the view.
"Fine," the vampire replied and stopped the curse. "Are you ready to apologize, Draco?" she asked him in a childish tone. It sent shivers down Hermione's spine.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he screamed out immediately, choking on sobs.
"And what are you sorry for?" Bellatrix asked. She knew the boy would do anything to stop the torture. He was as weak as his father.
"I'm just sorry," he said.
"Not good enough," the older witch spat and raised her wand again.
"No! Wait!" the blonde screamed. "I'm sorry for calling her a mudblood," he choked out.
"First of all, she's right here. You can apologize to her," Bellatrix stated. "And second of all, was this the first time, sweet-thing?" she asked and faced Hermione.
The girl just shook her head.
"That's what I thought. I think we should teach Draco a thing or two," she smiled wickedly. "I'll teach you how to use Crucio, pet," she said and kissed Hermione's cheek, encircling her. "He would be a perfect subject. You can learn on him."
Hermione was too stunned. She wanted to learn every spell and every curse, but not this one. Right? Well, definitely not on a person. Right? Was Draco considered a person? Shit Hermione. Listen to yourself! She scolded herself in her head.
"I can't torture him, Bella," she shook her head when she finally found her voice.
"He's tortured you with his wicked tongue for years. What's a few minutes?" she cooed.
"Hermione, please don't. Please don't do this," Draco pleaded.
"See, pet? He knows how powerful you are. I guess that's why he made sure to put you down all the time. He deserves it. Watch my hand," she instructed and then shouted "Crucio!" again. "The key is to mean it, sweet-thing."
The boy screamed from the top of his lungs and just watching him was becoming unbearable for the girl. "Bella, stop. I can't torture him," she pleaded when Draco all but pissed himself from the pain. "He's not a good guy, but he grew up in a pureblood, obsessed household. Maybe he would even be good if he hadn't heard 'mudbloods are the filth of this world' since he was a child. He's spoiled and he's a brat, but I won't torture him," she stated and lowered Bella's arm that held the wand, stopping the curse.
Draco looked up from the floor with eyes puffy from crying, his body still twitching from the pain and murmured a quiet 'thank you' towards the girl. Hermione understood there and then that she had made the right choice. "I really am sorry I made you feel that way," he added when he gathered enough strength.
"A little too late!" Bellatrix spat, feeling the hurt the blonde boy caused her soulmate over the years. Hermione didn't show it, but it was there. My brave lioness.
"Bella, no," the young witch whispered. "He's had enough, you wicked thing," she said into her ear so one else could hear. "Let them leave."
And Bella had a really hard time saying no to whatever Hermione wanted her to do, or not to do, especially when the girl was this close. Lithe body basically pressed to hers, thin lips pressed to her ear. The vampire was sure the young witch had no idea what she was causing, but she swallowed hard and lowered her wand.
She then stepped away from Hermione and made her way to Lucius who lay motionless on the floor. She only murmured Finite Incantatem and the man stood up, seething. Bellatrix pressed the tip of her wand bellow his chin and narrowed her eyes. "Tsk tsk, careful, Lucius," she hissed. "You are free to leave now. If you however say even one word about what happened here and who you saw to the Dark Lord, I will personally kill your son. Am I understood?" she asked and pressed the tip of her wand even harder into his skin.
"Yes," the man choked out.
"That applies to you too, young ferret. You know I consider you family, but since you're technically not a family member, I will have no problem with killing you if you start to run your mouth," she said, facing the blonde boy that finally managed to get up on shaky legs.
"Understood," he replied.
"Good. Now off you go! Move it!" she stepped away from Lucius so he could grab his wand from the floor, on the other side of the room from the impact of the disarming spell and gave him a sly smile. She didn't even bother to keep the wand aimed at him. They both knew he was no match for her. They both also knew that Bellatrix was very serious. One word would be all it took for her to murder his only son.
They stepped into the floo after each other and were gone before Hermione could even contemplate what had just transpired.
"Now, pet," the vampire cooed and invaded the girl's personal space, arms encircling her waist. "Don't tell me that you didn't find it at least slightly satisfactory to see the bully get what he deserved."
'Yes' was Hermione's immediate thought. She was however better than that! She started to shake her head, but Bellatrix was already smirking at her.
"That's all I need, pet," she kissed her cheek. "No need to vocalize it," she winked and turned away to leave the room.
"But it doesn't mean it's okay!" Hermione tried to argue. She couldn't just Crucio everyone that did her some injustice.
"It does to me," the vampire just shrugged.
"You won't listen to whatever I say on this subject, will you?" the girl sighed.
"Nope," she gave her a toothy grin. "He's hurt you. That's all that matters to me," she clarified and left the room with Hermione in tow.
"Bella, there will be people that hurt me. It's a human nature. We are destructive and hurtful. You can't torture them all for it, though."
"Watch me," she smiled again.
"Bellaaaaa," the girl pleaded. "And where are you going?"
"Kitchen. I want to have fries," she shrugged. "And pet, remind me to seal the floo network later so we won't get these unpleasant visits anymore."
"Fries?" Hermione raised her eyebrows and chuckled. "As in French fries?" she asked for clarification.
"Yes!" Bellatrix exclaimed happily. "Kreacher!" she called once they made it to the kitchen.
"Missus?" the elf appeared with a slight pop.
"Get us some fries. And ketchup. And mayonnaise. Maybe a barbecue sauce?" she asked Hermione. The girl only nodded, flabbergasted. "Great. So, all of that," she instructed, and the elf left with another pop.
The vampire sat at the kitchen table and studied her nails for a moment, not noticing the awestruck face of her meant-to-be, still standing next to the table.
The elf reappeared with everything his Lady ordered and placed it on the table. "Is that all, Mistress?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied and he apparated away again. When she put the first fry in her mouth, she realized Hermione was not doing the same. She looked up from the fast food and questioned: "Are you not gonna sit down and eat?"
The girl closed her mouth and joined the older witch at the table. She carefully took one fry and eyed Bellatrix suspiciously. After a moment the vampire couldn't take it anymore. "What?" she asked.
"I don't know," Hermione replied quietly. "I just didn't think you could eat fries I guess," she shrugged. "Or that you even would to begin with. Plus, you just tortured someone. How can you have any appetite?"
"I like fries," the vampire admitted. "Don't tell my father," she winked. "Eh, I've done worse," she just shrugged.
"Is your father still alive?!" Hermione gaped. "I don't want to know what kind of worse you've done, do I?"
"Thankfully no," the raven-haired woman chuckled. "And I guess you don't, pet."
"So…" the girl started, but wasn't sure of how to ask.
"Just get it out," Bellatrix gave her a toothy grin and grabbed more fries.
"You can eat everything then?" she asked.
"Pretty much. I just need to get blood faster than usual in order not to get sick."
"Do you feed every day?"
"Do you eat every day?"
"Obviously," the young witch replied.
"Well, that's your answer, is it not?" Bellatrix winked.
"Right," she murmured, feeling somewhat stupid. "So, you go out and drink from someone every night?"
"Yes, little one. I told you I need blood to function. And sleep. I need my sleep, too."
"And do you have one person to feed from or several?" she questioned. The girl didn't like either option. The first would mean some familiarity and the second would mean Bella was seeing more people. And people could be infectious! That was definitely the only reason why she didn't like it. Then again, Hermione guessed it was better to feed from several than to have one person. Someone familiar. Someone known. Someone that would happily offer their necks to her vampire. That made her skin crawl.
"Look at that," she grinned. "I definitely like the fact that you would rather risk my safety with all those infectious people than me feeding from just one person. Because that would mean intimacy, wouldn't it?" she smiled.
"I told you to stay out of my head!" Hermione hissed.
"You're jealous, pet. I don't really need to have a connection with you to hear and see that," she winked.
"I am not jealous," Hermione murmured and crossed her arms over her chest. Why would she be jealous?! She didn't want to be bitten.
"No?" the vampire mused and got up at the speed of light. She was behind the girl in no time. Bellatrix leaned down to whisper into Hermione's ear and ran her hands over the witch's. "So, it doesn't bother you that I sink my fangs into someone else's neck?" she purred. "That I usually have them pressed against the wall, feeling their every heartbeat?" she continued and encircled Hermione's neck with her hands. There was no strength in it, though. It wasn't supposed to harm the girl. "Doesn't it bother you that I feed on other people, sweet-thing? I already told you it's more like a French kiss," she said and pressed her lips to the girl's vein.
"STOP!" Hermione shrieked. It wasn't about the ministrations, though. No. It was solely about the fact that the words made her skin crawl and her intestines twist. No one was supposed to be this close to Bella. Her Bella.
"And sometimes they beg me for more, pet," she continued, smirking. "I hear their thoughts too, you know," she cooed.
"Bellatrix, stop right now!" the young witch commanded, feeling the sting of jealousy way too hard now.
"Not until you admit that you're jealous," she replied, but withdrew her lips from the girl's neck. Her scent invaded her senses completely by now, the blood rushing behind such a thin layer of skin was too much of a temptation.
"FINE!" she just yelled.
"I think I'll need words, sweet-thing," she said, smirking.
"No." Hermione refused to voice it out loud.
"You know, sometimes they even want to take things further," Bellatrix started and massaged the girl's shoulders. "I told you it's quite arousing and they…" she started, but was interrupted by the girl's growl.
"Enough," she said. "Fine, I am jealous! Are you happy?!" she fumed. She couldn't believe what she was feeling and the fact her bloody soulmate made her say it out loud.
The vampire chuckled. "Well, if it helps, they do nothing for me," she reassured. She could feel her meant-to-be was distressed. Sure, partly because she realized she was jealous, but partly because she was hurt. "I only want you, sweet-thing. You know that, right?" she asked gently.
The girl shrugged.
"Hermione, look at me," she said softly and moved her chair to be next to Hermione's and sat down. Again, she didn't need to have a connection with her to see the girl trying to hold back tears. She repeated her request and added a little more edge to it, manipulating the girl's mind as well. When the young witch looked up, she raised her hand and stroked a peachy cheek. "Now now," she smiled. "Come on, little one. You know better than that," she smiled again. "You're my meant-to-be. Do you think I want anyone else? Do you think I would even allow anyone to touch me?" she asked. "They taste like ash compared to you. They even smell like it. I only feed on them to survive, but I don't enjoy it. And to answer your question, I don't have one person to go to. I feed on anyone that's around. It doesn't matter since none of them are you. No one will ever compare to you. They all taste the same and the taste is very ashy."
"I'm sorry," the girl apologized. "I didn't know my reluctance is causing you this."
"You don't have to be sorry. I made that choice."
"But you are paying the price," the girl looked down again. "I think you should bite me. Now."
"Oh, pet," Bellatrix cackled. "Do you really want me to?" she asked amused. Of course, she wanted to hear those words with every fiber of her being, but she knew they were not coming from the right place.
"Well, not really, but I don't want you to suffer either."
"It's fine, you know. It's just a few weeks out of hundreds of years," she smiled reassuringly. "And it's not like I would be suffering. It doesn't have a taste anymore, but it's not hurting me or anything."
"Are you sure?" the girl asked.
"Positive," the vampire nodded.
"Okay," she said and breathed a relieved sigh. Hermione knew the bite was inevitable and approaching rather fast, but she still wasn't there yet. "I couldn't fight when you told me to look up earlier. I physically couldn't. I just had to raise my eyes. What was that?" she asked.
"That was another thing you'll most likely hate," the vampire sighed. "I can manipulate your mind to some extent. I can command you to fall asleep, I can command you to look at me when you don't want to… it depends. I don't think I can make life decisions for you, but I wouldn't even try. The first night I brought you here and gave you the book, you were absolutely determined to read it, but I knew you were exhausted both mentally and physically, I needed you to go to sleep so I commanded it to your mind. You were out before you knew it."
"Bella, no. Please tell me you're joking," the girl teared up again.
"I am not joking, pet. I would however never abuse that power. I've used it twice on you so far, never with intention of hurting you. Quite the opposite. I think this is for my protection."
"For your protection?!" Hermione burst out in laughter.
"Let me finish, sweet-thing," the vampire smiled. "For my protection of your safety. See, I told you it will get intense the first months after the bite. You won't really know what's good for you and what is not. You will however think you know better than me."
"Concerning my life, I surely will!" she scoffed.
"Again, let me finish!" she hissed. "You won't know when it comes to us. When it comes to the bond. And when it comes to biting. You will become somewhat addicted, pet. You will want me to feed on you constantly. And while your blood is reproduced fast, it's not a 24/7 kind of feast for me. I can still overdo it and put your life in danger. And you won't know," Bellatrix sighed. "Even when you will have zero energy, will be nearly drained, you will still beg me to bite you again. It's then when I'll need to use this skill to make you fall asleep to regenerate your system," Bellatrix informed. "And it won't be easy for me either, sweet-thing. I will always want to bite you, especially if you'll be begging me to do so. It will always be hard for me to ignore your pleas. So, it is for my protection of your safety. I'll need to keep an eye on you and once I know you've had enough, I will need you to stop begging me so I will command you to stop," the vampire explained. "For example, if I just fed on you and you'd still be in a delirium, begging me to bite you again and drink more, I'd need you to stop. It's essential, pet. Forget what you think you know about yourself because many things will change. You'll be very needy and I wouldn't be able to ignore you if you were insistent."
"Fuck," the girl breathed out.
"We will be doing that a lot too," Bellatrix grinned and the girl blushed. So cute.
"For how long will this last?" she asked after a while.
"It will be unbearable the first few days, then it will be just hard for a few weeks. I'd say you'll be able to function as you were used to after two or three months. With the constant need of being with me, though. You should be your independent self after a year or so, give or take a few extra months."
"I still don't like that you have the ability to change my mind."
"As I said, I wouldn't abuse it, sweet-thing. Don't forget I feel what you do. If I changed something significant and you would be miserable because of it, I'd be miserable, too. It wouldn't make sense. I'll just need it to take care of your basic needs, really. The first few days you will think that sleep and food are absolutely unimportant so I'll need to have some upper hand."
"That sounds somewhat terrifying."
"I told you this bond must be some kind of dark magic," the vampire smiled. "It will be fine, pet. We will be fine. I promise to take care of you."
"I know," Hermione murmured. "You got me Crooks back," she smiled. "How did you do that, by the way?"
"Took him from the Weasels, of course."
"Bella," the girl sighed. "I'll need more than that?" she smiled. "The Burrow is one of the best places when it comes to protection, I mean… Harry was staying there, so…" she informed. "And you can begin with how did you even know he was there."
"Curious little thing, are you not," Bellatrix chuckled.
"You're no better," the girl murmured.
"Touché," she gave her a toothy grin. "Don't you want to go to some more comfortable room, though?" the older witch asked. They were still sitting at the kitchen table, the fries long cold.
"Yeah," Hermione nodded. She didn't mind as the kitchen was spacious and surprisingly modern, but the couch would surely be better.
Bellatrix sat down on the couch in the living room and lit the fire with her wand. Hermione laid down and placed her head on the vampire's lap. She was getting sleepy. The older witch smiled adoringly and caressed the girl's hair.
"So, I knew where the cat was from you. I looked into your mind to find out before I went to fetch him. And before you get all mad, that information wasn't really locked behind metal doors in your mind, was it?" she winked. "And while the Weasels did set up some protection, it surely wasn't enough for me. You see, they're not really that smart."
"Bella," Hermione said with a warning.
"Fine fine," she sighed. "The location of The Burrow is well known, you gotta admit that that is definitely stupid."
"Okay, I'll give you that."
"Good girl," she cooed and absolutely loved how the praise got a blush out of the girl. "So, I apparated there and while no human is allowed to enter the property, they didn't count on animals. Stupid," Bellatrix scoffed. "I transformed into a snake and crawled in without even setting off any kind of alarm," she scoffed again. How these people were supposed to protect their Chosen One was definitely beyond her. "Of course, the window was open so I crawled into the house. Even if they didn't leave the window open for the animals to go in and out as they pleased, I could have opened it myself.
Once I was in, I transformed back to my human form. Again, no alarm. You know, Tom could have sent Nagini in there. That's why I say they're stupid. When you make advanced protection, you count on animals."
"I guess that's true. I never knew they didn't," Hermione shrugged.
"Well, they didn't so there I was. Famous Death Eater in the middle of their living room," Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Your cat was laying on the sofa so I didn't even have to look for him. I apparated him here, as that once again didn't set off any alarms, and then crawled out of The Burrow in my snake form. Easy peasy."
"They will be looking for him," Hermione sighed.
"They won't. I left a note."
"You left a note?" she chuckled.
"Yes. I wrote 'Hermione wants her cat back'," the vampire informed.
"So, you just completely dismissed their protection, stole my cat and left them that note?" Hermione burst in laughter.
"They're incompetent," the older witch shrugged.
"That's too funny," the girl still laughed. "Thank you, though."
"Eh," the vampire shrugged again as if it was nothing.
"Don't dismiss that, Bella. It's great to have him back."
"I understand," she smiled, but a shadow crossed her face.
"What was that?" Hermione asked and caressed the vampire's cheek with her hand.
"Nothing, pet," she reassured.
"Right. Definitely nothing. I can't hear your thoughts, but I can read you, Bella."
"You can, can't you," she cackled.
"Do you have a pet? If so, where? Do you want to go see it? Is that why you're sad?"
"So many questions, I'll have a headache," she teased.
"Ha, you can't!" Hermione exclaimed. "Right?" she turned serious.
"No, I can't," Bellatrix reassured.
"So?" she asked. She was getting sleepy, but she was very comfortable on Bella's lap. And clearly there was more to this and Hermione wanted to learn everything about her soulmate.
"I did have a pet, but it's a story for another time, sweet-thing."
"Which pet?" the girl asked.
"A dragon," Bellatrix smiled.
"You had a pet dragon?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"I did. He was the best pet I've ever had."
"Don't dragons live for like a very long time?"
"They do."
"What happened?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"As I said, that's a story for another time. I will need to go out and feed soon. I had fries after all."
Hermione nodded. She was quite tired anyway. "Why weren't you in the bed when I woke up?" she asked quietly, the question that had bothered her since the morning.
The vampire sighed. She enjoyed holding her meant-to-be, having her close. She even enjoyed the cuddles.
But she had a beast to tame.
"Well, how do I put this?" she asked herself aloud. "I stayed for a while, but I got hungry. And you weren't helping that… I had to leave in order to keep you safe," the vampire explained and looked down, ashamed. The turmoil got even louder when the girl sat up. Bellatrix took it as a rejective gesture.
"Bella, look at me," the young witch said gently.
The vampire just shook her head, not averting her eyes from the floor.
"Bella, I don't have a way of how to command it to you so you'll just have to obey me, okay? Look at me," she repeated.
The raven-haired woman didn't want to, but Hermione hadn't run away yet. Maybe she wouldn't tell her how utterly disgusting she was, so she looked up and met hazelnut eyes that were full of affection and tenderness. She swallowed.
"Why are you ashamed, Bella? What for? For the fact that you kept me safe? Once again, I might add." Hermione said softly and stroked a pale cheek with the back of her fingers.
"I wanted to bite you and feed from you, pet. And it would have been so easy…" she swallowed again. "You trusted me enough to fall asleep next to me and look where that got you."
"Where it got me?" she repeated. "I'll tell you where it got me. It was a place where I had a nice sleep while someone held me. You held me even though you knew it might turn difficult. Because you did know that. And when it did turn difficult, you left. You didn't hurt me. Didn't even attempt to. You left to keep me safe and while I missed your body next to mine, I can't say you betrayed my trust in any way. I'm still here, unbitten and breathing. Am I not?" she asked and Bellatrix reluctantly nodded.
"You just don't understand how much I had to control myself not to bite you," she whispered and looked down again. "How much I wanted to."
"It doesn't matter," the lioness reassured. "Actually, it only shows how strong you are. I am not sure I would be able to resist chocolate if I smelled it and had it in my hands."
"Chocolate junkie," Bellatrix snorted to lighten up the mood.
"I am," the girl smiled and nodded. "See? You are so strong, Bella. I adore you."
"Don't say that," the vampire shook her head and closed her eyes as if that admission hurt her.
"I will say that as long as you need me to for you to start believing it. You're pretty dope, you know," she chuckled.
"Pretty what? What does it mean?" she looked at Hermione again.
"Right, different generation," the girl smiled. "It just means that you're amazing."
"Am not," the vampire blushed, not being used to getting compliments at all.
"Yes, you are and apparently I'll have eternity to convince you of that."
"You will have eternity, but I won't let you convince me of such nonsense."
"Watch me," Hermione chuckled, using a phrase Bellatrix has thrown one too many times at her.
"Oh, I am watching you, little one," she breathed out. "My perfect soulmate," she purred.
"I'm not perfect," the girl whispered, getting somehow lost in the woman sitting so close to her. Messy black hair partly covering those beautiful deep eyes, high cheekbones and full lips… oh Merlin, those plump red lips. Hermione bit her own.
"Pet," the vampire half moaned, being very aware of the change in atmosphere. "You are perfect to me," she whispered. She wanted to kiss the girl senseless. She wanted many things at the moment, all involving thin pink lips. She wouldn't take the first step, though. She couldn't.
"Bella?" the young witch breathed out and leaned closer.
"I'm here, pet," she reassured, already getting aroused from the blown pupils of her meant-to-be.
And then Hermione kissed her. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her throat and she was sure the girl released one of her own. The brunette tasted her lips tentatively and tangled her hand in black curls. And Bellatrix wanted to hold back. She wanted to hold back so desperately, but she couldn't. She was never one for patience.
She pinned Hermione to the couch with her body and devoured her mouth with her tongue. The girl clutched to the older witch like her life depended on it and she started to tremble with anticipation. Bellatrix moaned when feeling the tremors of her meant-to-be and her fangs extended of their own will. She had to steady herself.
The vampire broke the kiss, to the biggest protest of the girl beneath her. "Oh, hush, sweet-thing," she chuckled.
"Your fangs," the young witch whispered when she noticed them.
"I got carried away," she explained and caressed a peachy cheek with her thumb. "It happens when I get aroused. I was fighting it for a while, but then I tasted you and you were so willing, pet. I lost it."
Hermione didn't reply, instead she lifted her hand and trailed her thumb over the left fang, fascinated.
Bellatrix closed her eyes and growled. "Pet, stop," she breathed out.
"Sorry," Hermione pulled her hand back and blushed.
"They're sharper than they look and I wouldn't be able to hold back if you drew blood," she explained. "And I surely don't need you to keep arousing me, you tease."
"Why not?" the girl smirked. She never thought she would be content with losing her virginity on a couch, but Bellatrix changed everything.
"Do you really want me to keep going? To continue where we left off?" she asked for clarification. The vampire knew it was impossible tonight, but wanted to see the girl's reaction.
"I… I think so."
"You think so," Bellatrix repeated and laid down on the girl, placing her head on her chest. They would not go any further tonight. "See pet, you should really know when it comes to this."
"Well, I don't know because I've never done this before," Hermione admitted.
"Wait," the older witch raised her head and looked deeply into hazelnut eyes. "Are you telling me that you're a virgin?"
"Y-yes?"
"Fuck," the vampire growled and got up completely.
"Bella?" Hermione teared up.
"Oh, pet, no. No tears, little one," she kneeled next to the couch and dried the tears with the pad of her thumb. "That's like the best information you could have given me," she admitted.
"I don't think so," Hermione shook her head. This was not a big deal.
"You're telling me that no one has touched you and that I'll be the first. Of course, that's the best information! You're pure and you're mine. You haven't been anyone else's but mine," Bellatrix clarified, her breathing shallow. She was a possessive witch and it was ten times worse when it came to her soulmate.
"I am yours," she nodded.
"You are. You are perfect."
"I'm not perfect. Can we continue where we left off then?" she asked. Sure, the mood was a little bit disturbed, but she was sure Bella could fix that in a heartbeat.
"No, sweet-thing," the vampire shook her head. "I wouldn't be able to just fuck you without biting you, little one. I am hungry. I wouldn't be able to control myself. I wouldn't be able to even before, let alone now when I've learned you have the blood of an innocent."
"The what?"
"Let's say that I'll go half mad when we will first do it. There is nothing better than the smell and taste of that blood. I am making it very gross to you, am I not?" she chuckled. "I'm sorry, I'll just leave it at the fact that you make me crazy in many ways."
"So, you don't want to…" she trailed off.
"I so want to, but I would bite you in a matter of seconds. I can barely hold it together now and we're not doing anything inappropriate," she winked. "Tell me one thing, though. How come you're still a virgin? Someone this pretty and smart surely had many suitors."
"Not really?" she said. "A mudblood, remember?"
"I will kill everyone that ever called you that," the vampire seethed.
"It's fine, Bella," she smiled. "I thought that Ron would be the one, but he got that hideous girl in the sixth year to make me jealous and then everything went kind of downhill. We didn't even have time for that, let alone thoughts."
"Oh, he surely had thoughts," Bellatrix cackled.
"You're awful!" Hermione laughed. "But then we went on the horcruxes hunt and we had Harry and… I don't know. It just didn't happen."
"Well, I'm glad because I would probably have to kill him if he touched you. I would kill anyone that has touched you."
"A little possessive, are we?" Hermione chuckled. How she came to like this trait of the older witch was beyond her, but here she was. It made her feel wanted and special.
"About you? Always."
"Well, no one has touched me, Bella."
The older witch growled again. That admission was music to her ears. Her fangs extended again and she had to get up. "I need to go sate the hunger, sweet-thing. Or I can't promise you anything, let alone safety."
"Guess I'm sleeping alone tonight, am I not?" the girl mused.
"Mmmmh, unfortunately. Sleep tight, little one," she kissed the girl's cheek and apparated away.