A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #8 Notable Witches and Wizards
Task #4: Bellatrix Black: Write about someone who will go to extreme lengths to get what they want.
Word Count: 856
Warning: murder, blood, Ron bashing
It was no surprise he was dead. Everyone knew what he'd been doing behind everyone elses backs. It really had only been a matter of time before something like this happened.
There were photos of him with various witches. There were yelled conversations in the middle of the streets between the witches and him, between him and some jealous husband or boyfriend. Therefore it only made sense that Hermione was only one of of the many, many suspects in his murder.
It was a murder, no one fell on a knife blade ten times by accident. As the aurors interviewed everyone and anyone they could find, Hermione seemed perfectly distraught at finding her husband had been murdered in their own home. She'd only nodded numbly at their questions, her brown eyes sparkling with tears. Never mind the fact she wasn't crying over him. They didn't know that. She was smart enough to play the part of a grieving wife until it was no longer necessary.
The aurors seemed to buy her act. They'd asked her if she knew who else might have done this. Hermione had given them a few names, ones that were pretty much public knowledge. She knew of a few more, but if she knew too much, they might think she'd been stalking him, planning this. She had been, but that was her own little secret. They'd moved on from her to interview everyone else who had been a part of Ron's life, all his little mistresses.
She remembered the silvery blade in her hands, the sound it made as she stabbed it through his heart. It had been harder to do than she'd thought it would be. There were bones in the way, but she had persisted nonetheless. She'd been almost shocked watching the blood pouring out. She wasn't sure why that shocked her, seeing his chest, his shirt stained in red. This was what he'd driven her to!
With each stab, she felt her world changing. There was sense of freedom, a sense of finality. She felt her heart pounding with not only rage, but lust. That emotion surprised her. It wasn't for Ron. No, she hadn't felt that way about him since she'd found out about the third girl or maybe it had been the fourth. She wasn't even sure why she'd been staying at the point. Maybe it was because she had taken the vows seriously? Maybe it was out of fear that she'd be alone in the world. No, she didn't feel a bit of lust for the now dead Ron.
She wanted someone who was at least loyal. Ron wasn't that. Another stab, another twisting of the knife deep in his chest. She smiled, thinking about a pair of strong arms wrapping around her. A pair of soft lips pressing against hers hard enough to bruise them.
The image didn't have a face and she wondered if she was even thinking of an actual person. Maybe now, but that was what she wanted, passion! There had to be someone who could give her that, someone who didn't just expect her to be a little house wife, making them dinner and eventually raising a horde of kids. That had been Ron's big picture. Hermione had never found it enough.
Bored with just stabbing Ron, he was dead now. She could see his chest had stilled. She sighed. The fight in the beginning had been fun, but now, now he was nothing but a still corpse. She hadn't really meant to kill him, had she? It had been a semi-spur of the moment thing. Yes, she wanted him dead, gone from her life, but she hadn't planned on killing him tonight.
He'd come home drunk, smelling like Lavender again. Hermione really didn't like Lavender, but she was Ron's favorite mistress. They'd fought. Hermione screaming at him, about how this wasn't the life she'd signed up for, him screaming that she was nothing without him, that she should be happy with him.
Maybe they shouldn't have been fighting in the kitchen where the knives were? Idly, Hermione wondered how good the auror department would be about solving this one, she'd used a muggle weapon, Ron had a lot of enemies, and she'd kind of made it look like a break in before calling them.
She'd also scourgified the knife before turning it into a fork. They'd be looking for a knife, not a fork. She tossed it out with some of the rubbish, making sure the leave a mostly full bag. They'd never suspect she'd taken anything out. The blood remained on the floor for them to investigate, none of it was hers. She called them, waited until they were done asking stupid questions about the murder. She was finally free to go, they'd take care of the crime scene.
"Do you have some place you can stay?" one had asked her. Hermione had nodded slowly, as if thinking. She knew some people who could put her up, but forget them. Tonight she was finally going to find someone that was going to love her with the passion she deserved.