Her back ached from the stiff position she sat in, Hermione had no idea how long she sat staring off into space. The time was now a foreign concept, ticking by without thought. She was beyond bored and the icy coldness that lurked in the shadows was plaguing her bones, a shiver refusing to leave her being even as she clutched her school robes tightly around her thin form.
"Damn it where is she?." Hermione sighed out loud, irritation taking hold. "Well she never said I couldn't walk about, did she?."
Frowning, she stood up from the uncomfortable stool, stretching her aching muscles and cracking her sore neck. Hermione made her way back towards the front of the room, a sly grin replaced her frown as she took claim of the professor's throne like chair, kicking her feet up upon the desk.
A thin tattered black book peeking out from under the mess of parchment caught her eye, gently easing the book from the bottom Hermione eyed the prize with curiosity. The book cover was plain with gold initials of B.B carved in the bottom corner.
Without thinking of the consequences, she pried open the cover to be met with a beautifully written script filling the page.
Curiosity had gotten the best of me and while I tend to keep away from them as best as one can while in the job I am unfortunately in, I must admit I am rather intrigued with her. I can not help but feel a pull towards her, even as Cissy had bluntly informed me to keep my distance.
The girl reminds me of a younger me, she has an excellent mind which I must confess worries me.
"Well, well professor. I didn't take you for a dairy keeper." She grinned, tracing the dried ink with her index finger.
What did I say?. I told Meda not to marry the ungrateful, selfish bastard but did she listen?. No she didn't and now I am picking up the pieces of her breakdown.
Meda came to me today looking tantalising as ever. I swear my sister has two minds which tend to blend together. I am honestly tired of hearing of her latest conquest but as her eldest sister I must do my duty of care.
"Merlin who describes their sister as tantalising?." Hermione asked out loud. Flipping page after page till she came back to the first entry she read.
The girl is a mystery. Claims I am a death eater in cohorts with the bogeyman. Morgana help me she is unstable but extremely easy on the eye and I am not the only one to think so.
Hermione's eyes widened at the description of her.
Cissy has definitely been watching the girl, as have Meda that I am certain of. It bothers me how much affected I am because of a mere slip of a girl.
Alecto made a bet with her brother and I shall have to win, Morgana knows what will happen if I allow her to beat me.. again.
One particular ranting caught her eye, it piqued her interest.
I wonder if what Meda saw in the girl's mind could possibly be real. Real enough to the girl that she freaked out by my presence and that of my sisters. Can it be?.. No surely not, after all I would not betray my sister just because she made a mistake of marrying that filthy little cockroach and Cissy would had my head if I so crossed her that way.
Morgana help me but I feel the darkness calling to me again, after all this time. Is it now too late for me?.
Hermione slammed the book back under the parchment, her heart pounding away. She knew she shouldn't of pried like that, especially that of a professor. For the first time since knowing Bellatrix she felt bad for the dark witch.
Shutting down her guilt, she left the desk and resumed her seat at the back of the darkened room. She hoped to merlin that Bellatrix would never find out about the disrespect of her privacy.
All of a sudden the door was thrown open, the slam against the stone wall echoing around the bare chamber, causing Hermione to jump out her seat in fright.
"Calm down Pet.. it's just I." Professor Black smirked wickedly, leaning against the doorframe, her brow raised in amusement. "One would think you are up to no good."
Her hand on her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. "Y..You can't do that!."
"Do what Pet?." The professor softly replied, her heels clicking on the stone floor as she made her way towards Hermione.
"Scare people like this. What is wrong with you?."
Bellatrix slowly advanced upon her student, bearing down on the nervous brunette as she backed Hermione into the cold wet stone. Chest to chest.
"I can do as I please Pet" she cooed, fingers dancing across Hermione's jaw.
The need to fight was draining away, all she could think about was the warmth pooling off the older woman and how her spicy flowerily scent wafted around her. She certainly was not enjoying this, so help her merlin.