A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

Marvel Appreciation: 18 - [Character] Pepper Potts - Write about a woman in power (Bonus)

Lyric Alley: 15- For black and for white Lyric Alley is finished!

Winter Funfair

Southern Funfair – Magical Mistletoe -Hermione/Bellatrix

Northern Funfair – Christmas Sing-Along- Christmas, Baby Please Come Home - Darlene Love - "Please, please, please, please" - Write about someone begging

Eastern Funfair – Snow Art: blue – Appalled, Purple – Cruel, Brown - Enemies to Lovers

Warning: torture, sexual themes

Word Count: 627

Hermione watched her smile, watched the madness twinkle in her eyes. A surge of lust shot through her core. That madness, that insanity, it set something off inside her.

"Let me go," she whispered watching as Bellatrix pulled out a long ornate knife. Hermione shuddered as the witch drew the knife against her skin. The blade was cold, hard, a strange bite that sent more thrills down Hermione's spine. Bellatrix noticed the look on Hermione's face.

"You like this?" she asked grabbing Hermione's chin. "You like being cut? Do you, little Mudblood?"

Hermione trembled. What would Bellatrix do if she answered? Would she end the knife play, would she increase it?

"Not going to talk to me? You think you're too good to talk to me, little Mudblood? Well, we'll see about that. Severus, the idiot that he is, is at least useful for something. He gave me this for interrogations, and I think this might just be the time to use it," Bellatrix smiled pulling a smile vial of clear liquid from somewhere. Hermione recognized it instantly. Veritaserum. The worlds' most powerful truth potion.

"Ahh, you know what this is, good, now, drink up like a good little Mudblood," Bellatrix cackled bringing the vial to Hermione's lips and pouring it down. It burned as Hermione tried not to swallow, instead she ended up gagging, coughing and gasping for breath. Bellatrix appeared to find this hiliarious and laughed loudly.

"Good, you got some of it down. That should be enough. Now, while we wait for that to take affect, I think you're going to need a little reminder of today, that is if I don't kill you. Let's see," Bellatrix grabbed Hermione's arm and smiled at the pure unmarked flesh.

"So pretty, don't you agree? With skin this pale the redness of the blood, your blood will provide such a lovely contrast," Bellatrix stated dragging the knife across Hermione's wrist, slowly carving letter by letter. Hermione let out a gasp of escasty. The pain was beyond anything that she'd experienced, the pleasure, the heat between her legs.

"You do like this, you like pain, admit little Mudblood!"

"I...I... I... I like it," Hermione hissed. Bellatrix smiled, a smile that reached the madness in her eyes.

"Good," she whispered pulling the blade back. "Beg for it, beg me to cut you."

"No!" Hermione yelled watching as Bellatrix toyed with the knife, her eyes wide with madness and desire. Hermione could see how much Bellatrix wanted to cut her, to bring back the pain. The next few moments were torture for both of them. Hermione longing, lusting for the blade, the return of the pain and Bellatrix, to inflict it.

"Please," the word finally slipping from Hermione's lips. She'd been trying to fight it.

"Please what?"

"Please, finish it," Hermione rasped, her body arching slightly against the restraints. Bellatrix smirked walking back over to her captive.

"You want me to finish you? To end this for you?" she asked bringing the blade to Hermione's throat, slicing slowly. Hermione moaned loudly as Bellatrix put a hand on her thigh, her fingers tracing up Hermione's leg.

"Keep begging for it, Mudblood," Bellatrix whispered, her lips barely touching Hermione's ear. Hermione nearly screamed. "Beg!"

"Please, now!" Hermione managed to say as Bellatrix laughed loudly bringing Hermione to climax.

"Now thank me before I slit your beautiful little throat, Mudblood," she ordered. Hermione gasped for breath.

"Thank you," she mumbled as everything shifted. She heard Bellatrix scream.

"We've got you," someone yelled. Hermione realized she was being rescued, but part of her, a large part of her wished Bellatrix would have killed her, at least then, she would never have to long for someone to hurt her, to pleasure her, like that again.