A/N: some of you wanted more info about the dragons here so there is some. Ofc, I took precisely zero ideas from the canon. My world, my rules. That concerns the dragons too. Fancy lizards (yes, JK, you did that) are not my idea of a dragon ;)


It's been few days of sex and bites and sex and bites. True to her word, Hermione has started to get more and more memories, slowly becoming more and more the girl Bellatrix fell in love with.

Don't get the vampire wrong, sex and bites were great too, but whiny and needy Hermione was a different topic. Bellatrix however discovered her new favorite position – choking the girl with her cunt.

She rather often tied the girl to the bed and climbed up to sit on her face. The Gryffindor truly had a talented mouth.

And Hermione would never complain about that position because even though she couldn't talk, she had her alabaster beauty in all her glory right in front of her eyes. Eyes that she never closed when having Bellatrix riding her face. She tried to soak it all in, but always felt like it was never quite enough.

Eyes pitch black with arousal, cheeks flushed, red lips swollen from previous kisses and fangs extended for show. Those two sharps objects always got the girl going and the vampire was very aware of that. Wild black curls descended to her breasts, dusky nipples begging for attention that Hermione craved to give, but couldn't due to her restrained hands, and toned stomach contracting from the workout and pleasure. Two milky thighs gripping her head, almost making it impossible to hear the sounds of pleasure Bellatrix voiced, but only almost. Thankfully the vampire was rather loud.

Sometimes the vampire looked back into her eyes and the brunette blushed, despite the fact that she was just pleasuring the other woman in the most intimate of places with her tongue. That didn't fluster her as much as the returned lustful gaze.

And the occasional praise.

She never would have guessed how one simple "you're such a good girl" could make her feel. Add the naughty smirk because Bellatrix knew very well by now what the praises were doing to her and a few strokes of long fingers over her clit and her eyes were rolling to the back of her skull in no time.

But that wasn't before the vampire's back arched, head fell backwards and all her muscles spasmed from the overwhelming pleasure. More often than not she covered Hermione's chin and neck with her juices and more often than not, the vampire cleaned it with her tongue a few seconds later, before biting down and drinking Hermione's sweet nectar mixed with her own essence.

They laid next to each other in a post coital bliss, Hermione wrapped in Bellatrix's arms, head on her shoulder. She was clingy, yes. But she knew the vampire wouldn't have it any other way. When they got too rough, Bellatrix didn't even let her leave the room alone, instead she held her close and reassuringly stroked her back. Not that Hermione had any energy left to leave the bed or whatever surface they decided to defile.

The lioness completely lost track of time. She didn't know whether it was morning, afternoon or evening, but she didn't care much. It wasn't important. She could decipher it by the meals that the older woman insisted she eat, but again, time wasn't really important to her anymore. She did eat the meals without complaints now. It made Bella happy and she had to admit that she did have more energy than before.

The Gryffindor listened to the quickened heartbeat of her soulmate from previous activities and tried to figure out how to make her even happier. They couldn't have sex 24/7 (well, according to Bellatrix). The vampire also refused to drink from her all the time. So that left her with two fewer options.

How to make Bella happy without sex and bites? Hmm.

"Bella, how does one get a dragon?" she asked after a moment. The older witch was so happy when talking about her pet. Right?

"You can't just get a dragon," the raven-haired woman chuckled. "It's illegal."

"Yet you had one," Hermione pointed out.

"Touché," she smirked.

"So, how did you get him?" she asked again.

"Black market," she sighed. "In Romania," she added.

"Hmmm, and do they take gold or do you have to bring a liver or something?" she smiled, but was actually quite serious since she had no idea how the black market worked.

"Well that very much depends on what you want, sweet-thing. Why are you asking exactly?" she narrowed her eyes.

"Just curious," Hermione shrugged.

"Curious about dragons?"

"They're fascinating, aren't they?" she replied. She may have been a little scared of them, but she surely found them beautiful. Just like her Bella. Although she wasn't scared of the vampire anymore.

"That they are," Bellatrix purred.

"Sooo," Hermione furrowed her brow. "There are four types of dragons, right?"

"Four elements, four types of dragons, yes."

"And you had a fire dragon."

"I had a fire dragon."

"You don't have to repeat everything I say!" Hemione huffed.

"You don't have to -" Bellatrix teased, but stopped when the girl started to tickle her. "Fine fine," she laughed. "I had a fire dragon, yes."

"Can you just choose?"

"Well, yes and no. It's not just some pet store that you could walk into and get your favorite breed of kneazle," she smirked. "The dragon chooses you. Actually, to be more exact, the element chooses you."

"The element?"

"Yes. I think you would have an earth dragon, pet," she smiled fondly. "There are reservations you should visit before actually trying to buy a dragon. They have all four types of dragons – fire, air, water, earth. You try to get close to all of them, 3 elements will try to kill you, the last remaining is your type of dragon. Of course, you might have an idea what's your strongest element from your magic, but sometimes people get surprised."

"So you were in this reservation and did that?" Hermione lifted her head, searching for onyx orbs.

"Yes, it was rather pleasant. Even though the water dragons tried to drown me. They were the most aggressive," she chuckled. "Water and I are not very good friends."

"Isn't that dangerous?!" the lioness gasped.

"Well, you want to get a dragon, so…"

"Right. Okay. So once you know what element you need, you go to the black market?"

"Once you know, you spread the word. They don't have eggs on a shelf, as I told you."

"This is so complicated and frustrating," she huffed and placed her head back onto an alabaster shoulder.

"It can be, yes. I was lucky that they had the egg. They just needed to transfer it to me. No one wanted to hatch him as he was unusual."

"Right, you said that. Poor thing. I would totally hatch him."

"He would probably eat you," Bellatrix chuckled. "You're an earth dragon kind of girl."

"Maybe I'll have water dragon, you never know," she smirked just to tease the vampire.

"That would be inconvenient," she cackled.

"Would it try to hurt you?" Hermione furrowed her brow. Thankfully she wasn't asking for herself. She didn't want to get a dragon, but she should know if Bella's dragon would try to hurt her.

"At first maybe," the vampire nodded. "But as I wouldn't be its master and you would train him, he would stop. He would understand I am not there to claim him."

"That's amazing," she breathed out. "Ehm, can they… can they breed? Fire and water for example."

"Big no," she answered. "The element is crucial for their reproduction. Basically the fire dragon could burn the water dragon and the water dragon could drown the fire dragon. It's like breeding a thestral and a unicorn. Both are different types of animals. Dragons are still dragons, but the element is what differentiates them and you can't intermix that."

"But maybe your dragon was a mix between fire and air. Those two could make it work. That's why he was so special," she thought aloud.

"Maybe pet, maybe," the vampire sighed and stroked chestnut hair. Her dragon was gone, but Hermione was very much present and she needed a constant reminder of that. "Now, why were you asking all that?"

"Just curious," Hermione lied.

"Even though I believe that, I think there's more to it," she smirked.

"Well, I thought I'd get you a dragon," she murmured. "For your birthday or something."

"Oh sweet-thing," Bellatrix purred and kissed the crown of her head. "First of all, dragons are bloody expensive. You better be a Black to be able to get one. Second of all, it's dangerous, I would never let you go alone to those parts of the world, let alone to that market. And third of all, it's still illegal."

"But he would make you happy," she pouted.

"You make me happy."

"I just think you should have another chance. You looked so happy talking about him. When you weren't sad that he's no longer with us, that is," she murmured the last part.

"It's a lot of work, too. And I already have my hands full with you," she smiled.

"Drama queen," Hermione huffed with a smile. "I should be a Black, by the way."

"What do you mean?" Bellatrix furrowed her brow.

"You said I better be a Black to be able to get a dragon. Well, I should be. We should get married."

"I beg your pardon?" she sucked in a breath. Marriage was surely something she didn't want to repeat.

Hermione looked up into black eyes and saw the flicker of fear. "I don't…" she swallowed. "I don't mean we would actually do it," she backed away a little, seeing the shadow that crossed Bella's face after mentioning a marriage. "But what will we say to people? I don't know about you, but I am not planning on leaving your side anytime soon. Won't that be a little suspicious, odd even? I don't want anyone to know that you're a vampire. People fear power and you already have enough of it without them knowing you're basically a goddess."

"I am not a goddess," she rolled her eyes.

"Shh, I'm talking," Hermione laughed, kissing the pout off Bella's lips. "As I was saying, I am not planning to tell them you're my vampire so I'll need to tell them something," she sighed. "And I know you most likely don't want to marry me and that's fine, but we'll need to come up with a story that doesn't concern a meant-to-be and a soul bond," she added to reassure the vampire. Hermione had always known she wasn't worthy to marry Bellatrix. She'd even banished the thought of marriage whatsoever, but clearly the bond and her mushy brain brought it back to the front of her mind and even made her say it.

"Why wouldn't I want to marry you, little one?" Bellatrix narrowed her eyes.

"Well, I'm … ehm, I'm a muggle-born," she shrugged as if it didn't hurt her. As if their different upbringing didn't pain her mind more often than not.

"You are MY muggle-born," the vampire hissed. "We're way past that, pet, are we not?"

"I don't know. You may drink my blood in order to survive, may sleep with me behind closed doors, but parading me around could be a different thing."

That had the vampire hovering over the girl in no time. She leaned on her elbow and locked eyes with her, searching brown orbs. "Hermione, I would fuck you in the middle of Knockturn Alley if it was up to me," she said in all seriousness. "Do you truly believe that I am drinking from you just to survive and that I touch you only because no one sees it?" she asked quietly, placing her free hand over the girl's heart.

"Well," the lioness swallowed. "You are way out of my league and I'm a muggle-born as a bonus so I would really get it, Bella."

"I'll ask again, do you truly believe that?" she had to swallow the lump in her throat to voice the sentence. She however couldn't stop her chin from trembling.

"I don't," she reassured the vampire quickly when she saw the pain. "But it could be a possibility," she murmured.

"No, Hermione, it couldn't," the older witch breathed out, voice raspy from trying to hold back tears. So I am still that monster to her. "I'd marry you. I'll marry you if that's what you want to prove to you that your status doesn't bother me," she sighed, defeated.

"Bella, I don't need you to marry me. Especially not against your will," she reassured and stroked a pale cheek. She saw how those black eyes watered at what she'd said. It pained her so much. I promised not to hurt her and I did just that. "I shouldn't have said what I said earlier. I know you're not that person anymore."

"Do you, though?" she asked with the smallest voice Hermione's ever heard her using.

"I do. Oh god, Bella, I do," the Gryffindor replied. "I'm so sorry."

The vampire nodded and placed her head onto Hermione's shoulder. "I've just been married already, you know. I've been there and done that and it was not pleasant. But I'll do it if it makes you happy."

"You make me happy," she smiled and lifted the vampire's head again. "We have more than just some official paper and empty promises, don't we?" Hermione said and kissed her because she had a feeling that words weren't cutting it. "I love you. And I want to scream it to the whole world. I want people to see that this is not a joke. That we are not a joke. I just don't know how to do that without actually getting married."

"Pet, who are these people again? The world doesn't care about us, believe me."

"Well, my friends for example? The Order?"

"I can only imagine how good that will go," the vampire sighed and laid back down on the bed.

"What? It will go fine, they're my friends."

"They are friends of Hermione goodie two shoes, they are not friends of Hermione Death Eater lover," Bellatrix replied and placed her head on Hermione's shoulder as if afraid that the girl would run away after she said it out loud. As if the lioness didn't realize who she shared a bed with.

"Bella, it will be okay," she reassured and stroked black curls. "Plus, you're not a Death Eater anymore."

"I am not part of the Order either."

"Yet," Hermione smiled.

"No, never. I will not be part of their shitshow."

"I respect that," she nodded. "It will however be fine. I'll just say we're together now. Without any labels such as marriage. Even though we are so much more than that. But then again, we will always be more than any pacts known to humankind."

"Hmmm," the vampire purred. She had a feeling things wouldn't go as smoothly as Hermione imagined because the Order respected only those that played by the rules, but she wouldn't say anything. She would just make sure to be there when her little lioness decided to tell said friends. She would slaughter them all if things got ugly. She wouldn't let them hurt the girl.

"And for the record, I don't want to marry you for the money! You get to keep all of it and I'll get a job."

That had the vampire cackling. "Oh pet pet pet," she snorted. "You wouldn't have to move a finger. I'm more than rich."

"Precisely, you are, not me. Marriage wouldn't change that. I'd marry you because I love you, not because you're filthy rich."

"Marriage would change that, but that doesn't matter. You can take whatever you want as it is."

"Well, I don't want to take anything."

"Pet, even though I admire the fact that you're in this for the love and not for the galleons, my vault is your vault. My properties are your properties. I love to take care of you in all ways."

"Ehm, thank you, Bella," she blushed. "I am still getting a job, though."

"Yes, I figured. I'll kill the minister of magic so you can replace him," she smirked.

"You're joking, right?" Hermione laughed, but had a feeling that Bella would actually do that.

"Not really."

"Please don't kill the Minister," she chuckled. "Not yet at least," she mused.

"Not yet, hmm?" Bellatrix smirked. "Well, sweet-thing, we don't have forever. I mean, we do, but not in the same country surrounded by the same people. We don't age. And even though everyone here believes it's thanks to merlin knows what rituals in my case, they won't be as easily fooled in yours."

"So we will have to move eventually?" she asked for confirmation.

"Yes. While you'd be the Minister, we would place some charms and enchantments on you so you would look older, but eventually we would surely need to leave."

"Is that why you've traveled so much?"

"Part of the reason, yes."

"And the other part?" she smiled.

"Of course you'd want to know," the vampire chuckled. "Getting to know the planet, creatures, cultures and placing different investments. I don't work and I'm not planning to."

"Pfff, you would work for me! I would totally make you the Head of the Interrogation Department," Hermione replied. "You would get to torture people to get information and the ministry would pay you a loooot of money for it. Almost as much as they would pay me, their Minister," she grinned.

"Oh my my, where is the Hermione goodie two shoes again?" she smirked and looked up.

"No idea. Do you miss her?" the lioness smirked.

"Oh no. Even though it was so much fun to corrupt her."

"I-I think there are still ways to corrupt me?" she blushed.

"Mmmh, plenty," Bellatrix purred and kissed her roughly. "I am however surprised you know about the Interrogation Department," she replied once she broke the kiss and studied hazelnut orbs.

"There is no such department, I made it up," she smiled. "To keep you occupied, you know. By doing what you love. Sounded good to me."

"That's so sweet," she replied with big eyes. Hermione would let her, no, pay her to torture people. She melted a little. "That department however exists, sweet-thing."

"What?"

"Mmmmh, I've had the pleasure myself," the vampire replied with her best fake smile.

"Bella?" Hermione asked with a furrowed brow. There was no such department in the ministry. Right?

"And they do precisely what you described I would be doing," she kissed a peachy jaw.

"That's… what?" she asked again, lost for words.

"I believe Mad-Eye ran the interrogations. He tried to crack me too, but you know… something about being a powerful goddess and all that," she grinned.

"Please tell me they don't use pain to interrogate the subjects."

"Well pet, I would tell you that so you could sleep easily, but I'd be lying."

"But they are the ministry! The Order! We don't … we only … light magic?" she stumbled.

"Baby girl, I told you before, the Order is not just white, same as all the Death Eaters are not just black. The colors blend. Especially on your side," she winked.

"At least you don't pretend how good you are when you're killing left and right," she murmured.

"It's a war, pet," she sighed. "And you can't win a war by stunning your opponents and chatting over tea," she clarified and kept kissing Hermione's jaw while holding her neck with her hand, stroking the other side of the girl's face with her thumb.

"Well, they made us believe it's the only way. Otherwise we would turn dark."

"Of course they did. Who would otherwise sign up for their suicide mission to destroy Noseless, hmm? If you didn't believe in the greater good, you would never have done it."

"We would have."

"Really? So if your precious Order told you that to achieve such victory, they would have to kill and torture the same way that we do and that the mission might cost you your life, would you go?"

"I-I think so," she stammered. "Noseless' cause would still cost me my life one way or another so I would at least fight against it."

"That's my brave lioness," the vampire purred and looked up.

"The Order should however be prosecuted for their crimes. If they would send you to Azkaban then they should very well face the same charges and fate."

"Yeah, that's not how it works. I'm the bad guy," she winked.

"You shouldn't be so sexy then," Hermione grinned.

"I think that being bad is what makes it sexy," she drawled, rolling the words on her tongue.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she blushed. If Bella's bad then why is she so sexy?

"So the danger and flicker of hope that I might hurt you just the right way has nothing to do with your attraction, hmm?" she purred and nipped at her neck. Her claws pierced the skin at Hermione's hip and the girl whimpered.

"Nope, not the slightest idea of what you're talking about," she breathed out, tangling her hands in black curls.

Bellatrix chuckled and then placed her head back onto Hermione's shoulder. She could feel the girl's arousal and the need to feel her fangs, but that was precisely why Hermione woke them up two hours ago. Even though Bella would love to fuck her and drink from her, the Gryffindor didn't have enough blood to spare. "Of course not," she smirked. "Now go back to sleep, sweet-thing. It's 3am."

"But-" she pouted, beyond frustrated at being denied after how worked up the vampire had gotten her once again.

"Sleep," the raven-haired woman commanded and the girl grew limp.


Hermione woke up few hours later, head on a porcelain shoulder and opened her eyes only to face the huge window. It was still dark outside and it still looked cold. She wanted to see the vampire cast her Fiendfyre, though. And they should definitely try to cast the Patronus charm. She was curious what shape Bella's animal would be. Would it be a dragon again? That would surely be absolutely breathtaking.

Only then did she register that the vampire was stroking her back and held a book in her free hand.

"Morning," Hermione greeted.

"Morning, pet," the older woman replied and placed the book next to them on the bed.

"How long have you been up?"

"No idea," Bellatrix replied.

"Could we go outside?" she asked and yawned. "To cast some charms and spells, you know."

"Oh my, it only took you about ten days to finally want to leave the bed," the vampire grinned.

"Oh yeah, blame it on me! Of course!" she scoffed, but it held no malice and she was smiling.

"Who else would I blame?" the vampire wiggled her eyebrows.

"I don't know," Hermione bit her lip, pretending to think about it. "Maybe the absolutely breathtaking goddess that shares the bed with me?" she grinned.

"Who else is in this house?!" the vampire gasped.

"Bellatrix!" she burst into laughter. "Obviously I'm talking about you!"

"That is obviously some mistake. It's just good old me here."

"That's what I said. My breathtaking goddess."

"It seems like I drank too much of your blood and you're delusional."

"Clearly you haven't drank enough if your brain can't see how breathtaking you are. It clearly doesn't work properly and that happens only when you're starved."

"You're a little chatter box today."

"And you're impossible."

"Finally something that we can agree on!" the vampire cheered and clapped her hands.

"UGH!" Hermione grabbed the pillow next to her head and screamed into it. She then lowered it back to its place and looked at the vampire. "Bellatrix, you're the most beautiful creature I have ever met. Period. I am not going to argue about it with you again."

"Definitely severe blood loss," she commented, observing Hermione like a doctor observes their patient.

"Yes, definitely. On your part, though!" she fired back and got up. "Well, get your wand and let's go outside," the lioness ordered.

"Bossy," Bellatrix replied playfully, but made no move to get up. She just turned to lay on her back. "We can go outside, sweet-thing, but not before breakfast."

"Oh. Sorry. Are you hungry?" the younger witch asked concerned and climbed back to bed, straddling the vampire.

The raven-haired woman chuckled and sat up so she was pressed to Hermione's body. "Your breakfast, little one," she breathed out and kissed her softly. Then she leaned back onto the bed, considering this conversation finished.

Hermione's hungry eyes trailed her naked body and stopped where their laps met, licking her lips.

That alone made Bellatrix wetter than she already was. "Oh Merlin, you'll be the death of me," she groaned. "Proper breakfast. Food and all that."

"I feel like eating out this morning," the Gryffindor smirked, already descending down the bed to lay between alabaster thighs.

"Pet," the vampire groaned again when gentle fingers gripped her hips and a hot tongue entered her velvety channel. "You'll still eat that breakfast," she breathed out accompanied by the loudest moan when Hermione hummed her approval straight into her core.

"I'm starting with dessert," she replied and reattached her tongue to the other woman's pussy. If this was how her blood tasted for Bellatrix then she really got it. She wouldn't want to stop drinking it either.


"You're a terrible influence," Bellatrix accused during breakfast.

"What did I do?" she gasped from the stove where she finally served her scrambled eggs.

"Well, you're distracting me, for a start! And you make me drink from you like you're some bottomless bottle of fine wine!"

"Oh, I make you, hmm?" Hermione grinned, taking the plate to the table where the older woman currently pouted. "So, you were basically forced to sink your fangs into my neck this morning, weren't you?"

"Yes! That's precisely what happened."

"Funny, that's not how I remember it," she smirked and blew air on her fork to cool the eggs a little. "All I remember is how you fucked me wildly and then whispered into my ear that you were gonna bite me whether I liked it or not," she winked and tried to calm her raging libido. Just the memory of their morning was making a mess of her underwear. Again.

"See? Bad influence, just as I said."

"Okay, is that what we're playing at now?" she asked. "Very well. I've been so bad, Bella. Punish me?" she smirked and took a mouthful of eggs.

"That's not what-" she groaned. "Terrible influence, terrible!" she crossed her legs and prayed to the universe for her pussy to stop pulsing with need and to push that image out of her head. Hermione gagged, on her knees, hands tied behind her back… NO!

"Well, you can't crucio me, but clearly daggers work," she swallowed the food. Teasing Bella was definitely her favorite sport. "I wouldn't mind, you know."

"TERRIBLE!" she shrieked and stormed off to take a cold shower. It didn't really have an effect on her since she didn't feel cold, but hopefully she would calm down enough before actually going with that plan and hurting her meant-to-be. Drawing more blood was definitely not what they needed, no matter how hot that would be. Hermione also really needed to finish that breakfast first. No distractions.

Hermione finished her breakfast in silence, smirking the whole time. This was a payback for how worked up Bellatrix left her during the night and then ordered her to sleep. Yes, the girl woke her up about two hours before to ease the ache between her legs and the vampire didn't hex her into tomorrow, but STILL!

When she finished breakfast and washed the plate, Bellatrix entered the kitchen. Her hair still wet, but perfect nevertheless.

"Feeling better?" she grinned.

"No," the vampire scoffed.

"So sorry to hear that," she teased. "You know, it's not fair that your hair is always this perfect! How do you do that?" she asked. Having pretty wild hair herself, she always wanted to know what kind of magic Bellatrix used.

"Oh wouldn't you like to know?" the older witch grinned.

"Just tell me," she pouted.

"I invented a spell for that. Obviously."

"You did?" Hermione gaped and blinked in surprise.

"It was one of the first spells I ever created."

"Teach me?" she asked, perplexed. It wasn't easy to create a spell. Not easy at all. There were actually only few magic architects that could do it. Okay, Snape clearly created at least one, but still. It required a lot of power and knowledge.

"Maybe," the vampire replied casually. "If you're good," she teased.

"Oh, I can be good. I can be very good!" she replied and her breath hitched.

"Didn't you claim to be bad just few minutes ago?" the dark witch narrowed her eyes, smiling playfully.

"Ehm, nope," Hermione denied and shook her head.

"Wow, such blatant lie. I really should punish you, pet," she blew her a kiss.

"You can punish me by not telling me the spell right away, but only in the evening," she suggested.

"Choosing the punishments now, are we?" Bellatrix cackled and cornered the girl. "No no, sweet-thing. If I were to punish you for being a lying brat, I think it would entitle a gag in your mouth so you couldn't keep lying, rope around your hands so you wouldn't get to touch me and a blindfold over your eyes so you wouldn't even get to look at me. Still sound fun?" she winked.

Hermione swallowed hard, audible to both of them. Goosebumps erupted all over her body and she whimpered. Just from the image, just from the words. Merlin knows what it could do to her were she actually in that position.

"Cat got your tongue, little one?" the vampire smirked and stepped away. "Didn't you want to go outside?" she taunted.

"O-outside. Yes. Outside," the lioness stammered, not recovered from the image Bellatrix placed into her head at all.

"Maybe don't play with fire if you can't handle it, sweet-thing," she chuckled and kissed the shock off Hermione's face. "I'll wait outside then. Join me when you remember how to breathe again," she winked over her shoulder and waltzed from the room, very satisfied with herself.


It took Hermione a moment to recall how to function properly, but the flames she saw through the kitchen window made her snap out of it. Bellatrix cast a Fiendfyre out of boredom. That spell was the reason why the Gryffindor wanted to go out in the first place. Suddenly the vampire's absence registered in her mind and she just needed to be near her as soon as possible.

She stepped outside and went to hug the vampire from behind. She missed her presence already.

Hermione placed her head onto Bella's shoulder and encircled her arms around the other woman. Bellatrix purred and the fire dragon roared in the sky. The lioness was mesmerized. And oh so cold. It didn't matter, though. She only cared about her vampire.

"He's so beautiful," she breathed out, watching the flames of destruction.

"Mmmhmm," the older witch nodded. She however felt the girl shivering and it had nothing to do with arousal. She lifted the curse and turned to face the lioness, trying to detect the problem. It didn't take long, really. The witch was dressed in only her t-shirt and jeans. Nothing else.

"HERMIONE!" the vampire shrieked when she fully registered the Gryffindor's clothes. "Are you fucking crazy?!" she gasped and immediately summoned a warm pullover and wool coat, putting it on the shivering form, together with warm socks and shoes. Once Hermione was dressed, she silently cast Focillo to warm her up. "It's about -15°C!"

"I-," she bit her lip and blushed. "I forgot. I just wanted to be with you," she admitted.

"Hermione," Bellatrix groaned.

"Sorry," she murmured and hid her face in the crook of Bellatrix's neck, hugging her.

"It's okay, pet," the vampire reassured and hugged her back. "You just need to be careful about these things, hmm?" she said softly. She thought the overwhelming need to be close to her all the time had finally left the girl, but apparently they weren't there yet. Different rooms for a short period of time was bearable, being outside without her wasn't. Noted.

Hermione nodded.

They stayed in that position for a bit longer, the vampire trying to warm the girl with her body. She also knew that Hermione was not ready to let go of her yet. Apparently she'd stayed outside far too long without her meant-to-be. Without her needy little thing. To be honest, she didn't mind. She'd craved love and affection her whole life and now that she was getting it (even though by enormous doses), she wouldn't let go of it.

"You've met many creatures during your travels, right? Which ones don't you like?" Hermione asked into the pale neck, trying to distract Bellatrix with questions so she wouldn't let go of her to cast charms and curses.

"Wendigos are not my favorite, but they are manageable. I do hate dementors," Bellatrix admitted. "They are foul creatures. They attacked me only a few times since I didn't really draw them in. It's not like they would have had many happy memories to feed from," she chuckled bitterly and Hermione was washed over with sadness by that statement.

"You taught me Fiendfyre, I'll show you how to cast Patronus," she suggested and lifted her head to look into onyx eyes.

"Or I could just glare at them until they leave me alone!"

"As much as your glare is deadly, I doubt the dementors would piss themselves and run for their lives like most wizards, Bella," she chuckled.

"No? I must have lost my touch then."

Hermione laughed. "You're still as deadly as the plague, my black mamba," she said and kissed her. "Also still very terrifying!" she added when Bellatrix narrowed her eyes. "Dementors are just another level. Come on, I'll show you. It's a handy spell."

"Right, handy spell," she smirked. "I'm sure it has nothing to do with you dying to know what form my Patronus will be, does it, sweet-thing?" she teased.

"That surely has nothing to do with it," she smiled despite being caught. "It's for your protection, you know. It would help you banish the dementors should you come across them."

"Fine, whatever," she shrugged. It's not like she could deny the girl anyway. And it's not like she didn't want to learn a new spell. She just wouldn't say it out loud.

"It's so good to see you excited!" the lioness replied sarcastically with a big smile and rolled her eyes.

She knew Bellatrix wanted to learn the spell because no matter how much the older witch tried to deny it, she was just like Hermione. A bloody know-it-all. Thirsty for knowledge.

She showed the unimpressed vampire the movements and repeated the incantation for good measure. "Just remember, happy thoughts," the lioness said when only blue sparks flew from the curved wand. She decided to try some of Bellatrix's tactics. The brunette stood behind her and snaked a hand around her, kissed a pale cheek and then placed her head on Bella's shoulder. "Happy thoughts, wicked thing, very happy thoughts" she repeated.

As if turning on a switch, the blue creature came to life accompanied by waves of blue lights, running around to protect its creator from the possible danger. When it found none, it calmed down, sat next to them and licked its paw.

"A lioness," Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "I have a lioness as a Patronus. Well, fuck me!" she scoffed, but it absolutely lacked any malice. Even her tone was playful. My protector is a lioness. Figures.

"Well, my Fiendfyre is a snake, so," the girl grinned. "I'd say we're even!"

"This is your fault!" the vampire accused.

Hermione's grin widened. She stepped away from the black goddess and cast a Fiendfyre. The fire snake came to life and warmth spread all around them. "And this," she pointed to the snake, "is your fault so as I said, we're even."

When the magical creatures registered each other's existence, they started to play. The icy blue lioness running around with the huge fire snake.

"They aren't attacking each other," Bellatrix breathed out.

"They're … friends?" Hermione asked just as shocked.

"Well, they're us, little one. We feed them. We control them. Seems like they have no reason to attack each other," the older witch contemplated. She'd also expected a fight.

"They're beautiful," the girl breathed out, mesmerized by the display.

"You are," the vampire replied just as quietly, not tearing her eyes away from the display of raw power and significance.

"You are too," she smiled.

"Shut up."

"You shut up."


A/N:

Yes, Hermione had eggs. The cellar is obviously pretty cold and you know - MAGIC.