Play with Fire

by Dovahkin63

Hermione, Draco, Harry and Ron are not who they appear to be. Lies have twisted their future but now they are taking it back. Entering their fourth year at Hogwarts they are in for the biggest shock of their lives. What they thought to be true was nothing but lies and reality is so much darker than they knew. (Part1 of Unholy Union, Hermione/Narcissa, Hermione/Bellatrix, plus more)

4. A Bond Sort Of

AN: Trigger warnings to many things are present in this story. Don't like, don't read.

I don't own Harry Potter.

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Hermione frowned as she stepped off the train onto the platform, Draco right beside her, his anger palpable to everyone around them. She at least was doing a better job at containing her anger over the fact that Arthur Weasley refused to let Ron come to the Malfoy Manor for the first half of the holidays. Harry grimaced as his magic sparked between his fingers his own anger growing on the entire train ride from Hogwarts.

"Why are we keeping up with this charade again? We know that Snape is his father." Draco snapped as he made his way through the crowd of students in front of them.

Harry grimaced, "Until we can speak privately with Molly, and the fact we need to keep this information from Dumbledore still, we need to keep acting as normal."

Hermione's anger flared, "Yes because the boy who lived and the brightest witch of our age spending the holiday at Malfoy Manor is normal."

Harry chuckled darkly, "Well we all have kinks."

Hermione's jaw dropped slightly as she turned her head sideways to stare at him incredulously, "Did you really just say that?" At his smirking nod she shook her head, brow furrowed, "Narcissa is not a kink."

Draco snorted, "No but Aunt Bellatrix is."

"Ugh," Hermione grunted, having no comeback for that as she crossed her arms over her chest. "At least I have someone this holiday season." She snapped.

Draco glared at her, "I'll tell mum that you haven't eaten much since the first task, not to mention sleep has been sorely lacking from your regimen."

She narrowed her eyes at Draco, a dark grin appearing slowly, "Then I guess she'll just have to wear me out enough to sleep."

Draco tripped over his own foot as his eyes bugged out of his head, his jaw dropping in the most exaggerated grimace ever made, "Now I'm going to have nightmares for months."

Harry laughed as they found Lucius waiting for them, their trunks already stacked beside the man, "Why is Draco's face red?" Harry and Hermione burst into laughter, Draco's annoyed scoff only making them laugh harder. When no one answered him, the elder Malfoy shrugged and led them towards the floo network.

The moment they stepped out of the fireplace Draco turned to glare at his best friends, "Heathens, the both of you."

Narcissa frowned at her son, "Draco?"

Hermione followed Draco as he stomped out of the room, not noticing Narcissa and Bellatrix watching them, "I could have given you details."

Harry clutched his side as he followed the two, Draco's angry growl echoing throughout the quiet mansion, "I'm not speaking to either of you again."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she followed him up the stairs, "You don't have to you, you can just listen."

Harry fell to the sofa in the living room, his laughter shaking his entire body, "That was amazing Hermione!" Draco's face only grew redder before he slammed his bedroom door shut on Hermione.

Hermione smirked as she leaned against the wooden, "I'm sorry Draco. I'll be good I swear."

"I don't believe you," He snapped through the closed door.

Hermione grinned widely, pushing herself off the door, "Unless they want me to be bad."

"UGH!!" Draco's groan echoed throughout the house.

Hermione laughed as she made her way back down the stairs finding three confused people standing near a laughing Harry. She shrugged at Lucius, "The boy has no sense of humor."

Harry giggled as he wiped the tears from his eyes, "You laid it on thick 'Mione."

She wiggled her eyebrows, "I was only speaking the truth."

Harry settled against the back of the sofa, "Oh, no doubt. What did Dumbledore want as we boarded the train?"

Narcissa frowned, "Where's Ronald?"

Hermione stood glaring into the fire, "Arthur wouldn't let him come. I'll send an owl to Molly and get her to come with him to the Ball. I can talk to her then."

Bellatrix chuckled, "Is that what Draco's problem is? His boyfriend couldn't come?"

Harry snorted a laugh, "No that was purely Hermione, tormenting him."

Bellatrix smirked as she slid up behind Hermione's stiff body, wrapping her arms around the younger witch's waist, "Were you tormenting my nephew?"

Hermione tensed in Bellatrix's arms, uncontrollably moving away slightly. Bellatrix pulled away fully, hurt squeezing her heart painfully. She moved away from the girl, heading towards the door. If the girl wanted space, she would gladly give it to her.

Hermione frowned as she watched Bellatrix exit the manor, her heart clenching in pain. Without Bellatrix's or Narcissa's magic wrapping around her own she was tense and uncomfortable. It had nothing to do with the woman herself. She knew she needed to be more open, more vulnerable but it was hard.

Narcissa smiled gently at her as Hermione hurried after the eldest Black, needing to comfort the woman. She took a deep breath and let her magic flow towards the woman, hoping she hadn't apparited away. She felt her magic wrap around Bellatrix's body, circling her with need and longing. She heard the gasp when Bellatrix stopped near the large gate.

Hermione paused, keeping her distance as she forced her magic towards the woman, "Please don't leave."

Bellatrix turned back to face her; her eyes wary, "Why? You obviously don't like when I touch you."

Hermione shook her head, "I love when you touch me, but only when I know it's you or Narcissa." At Bellatrix's frown Hermione sighed, "When your magic connects with mine, I know it's you. It makes me comfortable because I know it's you. I'll know your touch instantly but without it…" She grimaced as she quickly turned back to the manor, "Narcissa figured out pretty quickly that I don't like to be touched. Our magic mixing is what makes me comfortable with it, I trust it. I can feel that there's no harm meant."

Her breathing hitched as Bellatrix's magic suddenly surged into her body, wrapping around her. Coiling itself with her magic effortlessly, as if they were made to be mixed. She felt her body relax instantly and Bellatrix's arms wrapped around her from behind, "Why?"

She leaned back into the witch's embrace, not wanting to dive deeper into those memories, "Someday I'll tell you both."

Bellatrix frowned. She thought Narcissa knew everything about their mate. Finding out the younger witch was keeping things from them only made her want to know everything more. An insistent buzz in the back of her mind, that she didn't know everything about her mate, irked her. However, she knew she had to be patient and not push the younger witch away from her.

She brushed her lips across the girl's ear, "The only thing I'll ever be patient for."

Hermione felt the shiver run down her spine, Bellatrix's low sultry tone making her entire core clench tightly. She felt the woman's smile against her ear, knowing how she affected her already. She shook her head and forced herself into motion, "The others are waiting for us."

Bellatrix smirked as she followed her, "Tell me vixen, why do you want me to stay?" Hermione's body jerked to a stop and Bellatrix quickly sidestepped the young witch, frowning at the look of horror on the girl's face.

Hermione froze, Bellatrix nearly running into her. She knew she wanted to be close to the dark witch as much as she was with Narcissa. She knew she couldn't deny it forever but the thought of having both of them in the same room at the same time, choosing each other over her kept coming back to her.

The dreams had only gotten worse since the first Saturday after the dragon task. She would wake up after the bright green light and Bellatrix and Narcissa always left her behind. Every night she tried to sleep she expected the dream, and she hadn't been disappointed yet. Her lack of sleep was only because she hated the dream, hated feeling used, being left without a thought. She was haunted by that dream in the waking hours, she didn't need it continuously repeating every night, she'd rather be sleep deprived.

She was startled out of her thoughts as Bellatrix's hand cupped her face gently, "You okay Hermione?"

Hermione shook her head of the thoughts before nodding, "I'm fine Hellcat." She stepped around Bellatrix and entered the manor without waiting for the dark witch. She didn't want any questions from anyone and quickly excused herself to her room for a bath.

She could feel Bellatrix's magic wrapping around her as she entered her room, alerting her to the concern the woman felt at her quick retreat while still trying to comfort her. Narcissa's had quickly joined, and she was slowly becoming overwhelmed with the worry that both women had for her. She tried to calm her own emotions as she ran the hot bath, gently pushing both women's magic away from her.

She sank into the tub with a deep sigh, the water relaxing her tense and aching muscles. She slowly let her mind empty, needing the peace for however long the bath water remained warm. Baths were usually her time to relax, to empty her mind and let everything go. No worry's, no cares. Just herself and the peace and quiet. Or at least that was what she was hoping for.

The loud pop startled her eyes open as Dobby sat on the vanity across the bathroom, "Dobby, what are you doing here?"

Dobby's large round eyes sparkled with happiness, "Dobby missed Hermione."

She chuckled, "I missed you too Dobby but I'm sort of busy."

Dobby bobbed his head, his floppy ears bouncing slightly, "Mistress Bellatrix said she's worried for Hermione."

She sighed as she shook her head, "I'm fine Dobby. I just want a bath." The pop caused her to shake her head and relax once again into the warm water.

She groaned as she slipped beneath the water, holding her breath as long as she could, and closing her eyes. How was she ever going to survive the holidays with Narcissa and Bellatrix Black constantly around? How was she supposed to open herself to them when she wasn't even fully open with herself?

Hands gripped her shoulders, and she was yanked up out of the water, the shock of someone touching her causing her to inhale water suddenly. She coughed the water from her lungs and wiped her eyes before glaring up at Draco, "What the bloody hell was that for?"

Draco knelt beside the large tub, the front of his body soaked and his face a mask of horror, "I was calling out for you, and you didn't answer so I sent Dobby in. He said you were under the water and not moving." His breathing was labored as he shook his head, "Scared the hell out of me 'Mione."

She shook her head as laughter bubbled up out of her, Draco joining her after a moment of hesitation. She pointed at the towel on the vanity, "I was lost in thought. Letting everything slip away for a while." She wrapped the towel around herself after Draco stepped out of the ensuite and she stood, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."

Draco shook his head as she entered the bedroom, "You can't do something like that to me. I can't lose you Hermione. None of us can." He collapsed on the bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

She frowned at him as she quickly pulled jeans and a t-shirt on, "Draco?" His head shook but he remained silent. She hurried to him, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed, "Draco everything is fine. I was only lost in thought. I just needed some space."

His eyes were red and teary as he watched her for a moment, "Hermione, I can't go all winter without seeing him."

A soft smile pulled at her lips as she knocked him back onto the bed. They shifted, Draco kicking his shoes off, their heads landing on the pillows to stare at the ceiling, "I know how you're feeling. Being at Hogwarts and no contact with Narcissa," Draco grunted but she ignored him, "The pain of not knowing if she's safe, unharmed, happy… It's the worst."

Draco nodded, twining their fingers together and placing their joined hands on his chest, "How have you survived it all this time? It's only been a few hours for me."

She frowned at the ceiling, her heart aching at the thought of the excruciating pain that she suffered when separated from Narcissa, "I don't." At Draco's worried frown she shook her head, "I spend my time in the library, keeping my nose in books. I keep my mind on other things but it's always there. It's always crushing my heart, the pain only making me more intent on pushing through. Forcing my mind to focus on the task at hand, one by one, step by step."

Draco scoffed, "You are a hell of a woman Hermione."

She chuckled as the door cracked open and Harry hurried across the room, jumping on the bed, one foot on either side of Hermione's legs, "Why are you two moping in here?" He dropped to his knees on either side of Hermione's hips.

Dracon narrowed his eyes at him, "We aren't moping."

Harry chuckled, "Really because the look on Hermione's face says she was thinking about Narcissa while at Hogwarts."

Hermione grimaced at him and shoved him lightly, "Shut up Harry."

Harry grinned at her, "Come on. We have eight days before the Yule Ball. Let's have fun. Plus, we can work on Molly, get her to send Ron sooner."

Draco grinned as he propped himself up on an elbow to look down at Hermione, "I can live with that."

She rolled her eyes dramatically, "You know I can't say no to you two."

"What's going on in here?" Narcissa's voice was cold and laced with anger.

Harry jumped off the bed quickly, his eyes downcast while Draco stood on the opposite side of the bed, "Nothing mother. We were just talking."

Hermione leaned up on her elbows, the sight of an angry Narcissa at the foot of her bed sending a flash of desire through her body. She struggled not to close her legs as the dark blue eyes across the room pinned her to the bed with a deep-seated hunger.

She couldn't move as she watched Narcissa's lips move, "Get out." Draco and Harry bolted from the room, the door closing with a loud click.

Hermione's mouth went dry as Narcissa's magic surged through her body, wrapping around her own comfortingly. It stroked her and she gasped as her need grew, the throb between her thighs intensifying. She collapsed back against the bed as her body ached for Narcissa, the older witch's magic flowing endlessly into her.

"You dare let anyone mount what is mine," Narcissa snapped angrily, a sudden retreat of her magic making Hermione gasp in pain.

Hermione shook her head, "He didn't. He was-"

Narcissa's magic returned in full force and Hermione's words were cut off instantly, a moan slipping from her lips. The older woman's body appearing above her, knees on either side of her hips. She felt the woman's hand slid down her body, the unspoken spell vanishing her clothing somewhere in the room. She felt the shiver of pain tinged with pleasure roll through her chest, tightening it uncontrollably.

Narcissa leaned down, pinning Hermione's hands above her head with one hand, "You belong to me, my little one."

Narcissa's voice was nothing but a husky whisper, tone laced with arousal so strong that Hermione could nearly taste it. Hermione could do nothing but nod as she stared up into those cool blue eyes, knowing that Narcissa would never hurt her. She could feel the older witch's magic cradling her, guiding her into the unknown.

But it was an unknown that she craved.

Hermione's breathing hitched as Narcissa's hand ghosted the side of her face, sliding down her chest to follow the valley between her bare breasts, continuing to her navel. Blue eyes darkened again at the flutter of the muscles in Hermione's abdomen, the woman's need growing increasingly hard to ignore. Hermione focused all thoughts on her spell, smirking when Narcissa's clothes vanished, although she wasn't sure where she had sent the older witch's items in her lust induced haze.

But she would figure that out later.

Narcissa smirked down at her witch, "Bold."

Hermione swallowed hard at the look Narcissa was giving her. So much care and love stared back at her that it was almost too painful to look at. It was something she never attributed to herself, but this woman was giving it to her willingly. She felt the surge in her own magic, desperate for Narcissa to know how she was feeling since she couldn't give voice to it yet.

Narcissa gasped as Hermione's magic overpowered her own. So much love was thrown into her body she could feel an orgasm coming, and the younger witch hadn't even touched her yet. Try as she might, she couldn't get her voice to work, to stop Hermione from taking her so quickly.

As if reading her mind Hermione jerked her hips and rolled them over, planting herself firmly between Narcissa's open bare thighs. Her fingers quickly slipped between slick folds, moaning at the slick heat she found waiting for her. She made Narcissa feel this way, she was the reason the woman beneath her was panting and writhing beneath her.

Nails dug into Hermione's skin, dragging down her back as Narcissa's pleasure rose. Hermione crushed her lips to the older woman, knowing that the woman was holding back. Tongues explored, circled, a dance that had become so familiar. Sucking, nibbling, soothing each other to the point of lightheadedness before they parted to regain their breath.

Hermione trailed kisses along Narcissa's jaw, up to the exposed skin of her neck, pausing on the jumping pulse. She licked the area, circling her tongue to the noises that were being brought out of the woman beneath her. Her fingers circled the swollen bundle of nerves, teasing with feather light touches. She pressed one finger along the length of Narcissa's clit and received the most erotic moan burst from the woman's lips.

She quickly circled lower, one finger teasing the woman's core, gathering as much slick heat as possible. Slowly she slid one finger into Narcissa's core, only to pull back and quickly add another. Narcissa's legs rose on either side of Hermione's hips, the younger witch grinning as she slid in and out a few times slowly, torturously. Hermione resumed feasting on Narcissa's neck as she slowly added a third finger, feeling the woman's soft muscles stretch and wanton moan echo around the room. She felt Narcissa's soft muscles begin to clench around her three fingers, pulling her deeper as the woman began to lose control but still hovering on the brink.

"Come for me baby," she whispered huskily into her lover's ear, before returning to the pounding pulse in Narcissa's neck and biting down as hard as she could. She could taste the slight coppery tanginess on her tongue as her name was screamed form Narcissa's lips.

Hermione gasped as their magic combined, the power slipping in and out of them, overpowering every part of her soul. She could feel Narcissa's happiness, the joy at finally having her. She could feel the pleasure that was cascading through the older woman's body, the need for it to never end. She could feel Narcissa's love for her, the care and devotion Narcissa had for her. They were becoming one and while Hermione didn't know exactly what it meant she didn't want it to stop.

She continued her thrusts, knowing the older witch was riding her orgasm to the fullest, while soothing the bite mark she had left, using her tongue to lap gently before kissing it tenderly. She slowed her movements even as Narcissa's body shook slightly with aftershocks. She could feel the exhaustion in the other woman's body as she slowly pulled out, a small groan of protest slipping from Narcissa's lips at the loss. She knew the older witch wanted her to stay buried deep inside, but she could also tell the woman was on the verge of sleep. She sucked her fingers clean, moaning at the delicious taste, a need to taste it from the source tickling her mind but she quickly pushed it aside. She brushed soothing kisses over Narcissa's lips until she was positive the woman was asleep.

She slipped out of the bed carefully not wanting to wake the sleeping woman, and found her clothes on the floor, surprised at finding Narcissa's clothes mixed in with them. Dressing quickly, she slipped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

Harry smirked at her as he leaned against the wall at the top of the stairs, "I'm pretty sure they heard that scream in Hogsmeade."

She ignored the blush that rushed up her neck, keeping her head held high, "What can I say, I'm that good." Harry laughed as they descended the stairs and she finally noticed the dusky sky outside, "How long were we in there?"

Harry grinned at her, "All day. It's dinner time. Bellatrix is hiding out in the library. She's a little upset."

She frowned, stopping at the bottom of the stairs, "Draco?"

Harry laughed, "After the first moan he bolted to the Leaky Cauldron to meet with Lucius."

She snorted a laugh, "I'll meet you in the kitchen?" At his nod she turned and made her way towards the library.

The Malfoy library was her favorite room in the manor. She had spent hours every day during the time she had spent there, pouring over the massive amounts of books it held. Narcissa had offered her free reign of the room the first time she had ever visited. She had kept to herself that first week, surrounded by books near the large window by the fireplace. She hardly ate that week and finally Narcissa had had enough. The older witch had threatened to lock her out of the room if she didn't eat something. That was the first time they had dinner together, the first of so many that she had eventually lost count. Looking back on it she knew that was when she had started falling for the older woman. She didn't see what everyone else saw in the supposed Death Eater. She saw the soft caring side of the Narcissa Black and it had only sucked her in deeper.

Bellatrix sat at the table near the window, her jaw on her palm and her eyes staring blankly out the window. Hermione took a moment to admire the woman. Her wild black curls high and draped over her shoulders. The black corset dress that seemed like a staple for the woman, sinched comfortably as the woman slouched in her chair. She realized that Bellatrix was relaxed, at ease in the Malfoy manor, though she wasn't sure why that surprised her.

The woman had spent over a decade in Azkaban, she deserved to have a place to relax.

Hermione entered the room fully and made her way towards a bookcase, letting her magic slowly invade the room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Bellatrix startle, gripping her wand instantly before dark eyes landed on Hermione. She focused intently on the book spines as if she was searching for a particular title.

"Feeling relaxed vixen?" Bellatrix asked, voice rough and low, the arousal obvious.

Hermione glanced over at the dark witch, "Not as much as Narcissa."

Bellatrix laughed, high and honest, "Yes I can tell you two have become one. Our ancient magick blood belongs to you now too."

She frowned, her constant need for information surging forward, "Magic?"

Bellatrix shook her head, "M-A-G-I-C-K. The ancient magick that the wizarding world was built on. The same magick that Dumbledore is trying to destroy. The same magick that creates the mate bonds between witch's and wizards. It calls to the mate, combines with the mate to make them stronger, to protect them from harm. It allows us to feel what you do so we know when you are in danger and you us."

Hermione glanced back at the books, "And for those that have two?"

A dark grin crossed Bellatrix's face, "Everything is doubled. The pleasure you feel, the happiness, the excitement." Bellatrix stood and prowled towards her, "You have more to lose but so much more to live for."

She felt her heart begin a frantic pace, her body shaking slightly as she took in the desire that filled Bellatrix's dark eyes. She had seen that look on Narcissa's face so many times, not that she believed it was for her until now. However, seeing it on Bellatrix's face made her stop and think.

Would her dream come true if they both looked at her as Bellatrix was now?

She backed away from Bellatrix as the woman stalked her, watching her prey. How could she be what Bellatrix needs? The woman was supposed to be demented but everything she had seen so far only confirmed that she didn't know love. Sure, she had her sisters, but Bellatrix had never been loved or in love with anyone before. Hermione knew that that small bit of information, was what made it different. She had to tread lightly with Bellatrix, show the woman the right way, the gentle way before she could go down that dark path that she had a feeling the woman needed just as much.

She took a deep breath and steadied herself before speaking, "I'm going to go get dinner. Why don't you join us?"

Bellatrix frowned, pausing her movements, "Draco is out."

She nodded and hurried around the dark witch, "And Harry and I are going to have dinner in the dining room. Please come join us?"

Bellatrix shrugged, "Alright, for you." Hermione smiled as she led the way towards the dining room, it was a start.

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Hermione, Harry and Draco congregated the living room long after Bellatrix had gone to bed. Narcissa was still sleeping in Hermione's room, so she had told Bellatrix she was going to read for a while on the couch. Harry and Draco had emerged from their respective rooms an hour after Bellatrix had fallen asleep. Hermione stood staring into the fireplace, her hands clasped behind her back, deep in thought. Draco paced back and forth behind the sofa, while Harry was stretched along the cushions nonchalantly.

Draco paused and leaned his elbows on the back of the sofa, "Would Molly bring him here on the pretense of going to Diagon Alley?"

Harry shrugged as his head hung off the side of the cushions, watching Hermione upside down, "Maybe but I don't know how she would keep it from Arthur if he insisted on following."

Hermione spoke softly, startling them both after her long silence, "Dumbledore threatened me before we left."

Harry jerked upright as Draco glared at Hermione's back, "What?"

"He warned me to leave well enough alone. Said that if I kept prying that it would be the last thing I do. He thought for sure that I would be distracted with the extra work he assigned at the beginning of the year, but I just kept pushing." Hermione shook her head as she frowned into the crackling fire, her eyes burning from not blinking.

Harry launched to his feet, his anger surging his magic wildly. The lights in the hall flickered and a glass on the coffee table shattered, "I'm with Bellatrix. Why can't we just kill him?"

Hermione shook her head, tearing her eyes from the fire finally to focus on cleaning up the mess, "We can't make a move until we find Pettigrew."

Draco perched on an arm of the sofa, "Father asked me to tell you about the lead he found. Your blood isn't muggle born, it's Half-Blood. One of your parents were full blooded and the other was muggle born. It took some digging, just like our birth certificates but he couldn't find who you were born too."

She frowned as she held the glass shards in her hand, "Then why did I end up in a muggle orphanage?"

Harry continued to pace, trying to control his magic as Draco frowned, "Don't know. Not even biased purebloods would toss a Half-Blood into a muggle orphanage. Father said his contact clamed up tight when Cornelius Fudge stepped into the hallway."

Hermione didn't realize she was squeezing the shards in her hand as her anger flared, "Cornelius Fudge has something to do with this?" She shook her head, "Although I'm not surprised since he's been up Dumbledore's arse since he took the Ministry."

Harry spun to her quickly, "Wait, you are a Half-Blood and don't fear the Dark Mark. Who do we know had a child and said child was supposedly killed?"

Hermione's eyes widened, "You can't be serious Harry. I can't be Voldemort's child."

"Why not?" He moved towards her, "Hermione, the timeline fits if you discount the fact that we are in our fourth year. We know you've been suppressed. You're powerful just like him and you don't fear him, never have. Why else would you be mated to the Noble House of Black sisters? You can speak Parseltounge, which helped in the Chamber in our second year."

She frowned, "So can you Harry."

Harry nodded, a wide grin stretching his face as his green eyes darkened, "Which I only got from him because he is the Heir of Salazar Slytherin. You said yourself its extremely rare Hermione. Everything fits. Besides if I'm supposed to have a prophecy mating me to him then it would only be natural for you and I to be drawn together if you were his child."

Hermione grimaced, her head spinning, "I need a drink."

Draco smirked and waved his wand, a decanter of Dragon Barrel Brandy appearing on the coffee table, "On me."

Harry frowned, "Hermione…"

She glanced down at her hand, seeing the blood drip from her palm where the glass had embedded itself when she squeezed the pieces in anger. She rolled her eyes and silently remade and cleaned the glass before pouring a hefty drink in it.

She wasn't sure if Harry was right about her being his child, but he was right that everything fit. The only way she would ever know was if she could test her blood against some of Voldemort's but that was near impossible. At least until they could find him. She downed her drink and shook her head before turning back to the fire.

Draco sipped his drink as he sat gracefully on the sofa, "About Ron…"

Hermione glanced back at him and smirked, "I have an idea, but I don't think either of you are going to like it." Both boys raised eyebrows at her as she took a handful of floo powder, "I'll be right back." She threw the powder into the fire and called out, "The Burrow."

Green flames encircled her as their protests died away, the cooling sensations tickling the bare skin of her arms. She stepped out of the fireplace into the darkened living room of the Weasley's home. Her magic pulsing around her, Narcissa's magick just as strong as if the woman was in the room with her. It was shocking but something she would have to think about later.

She slipped upstairs to Ron's room, avoiding the creaking steps and entered his room. She frowned, whispering, "Lumos."

The small room lit up with the light from the tip of her wand and she found Ron's sleeping frame in his bed. His hair was black with streaks of red slithering likes snakes throughout. The sheet was on the floor as he laid on his stomach, his boxers the only item of clothing wore, which she was extremely grateful for. She clamped her hand over his mouth as he startled awake and grinned down at him.

He shook his head before whispering, "Bloody hell Hermione. Give me a heart attack. What are you doing here?"

"Rescuing you. Come on and nice hair." She motioned to the door.

He smiled widely and quickly pulled clothes on, "I refused to let mum charm it anymore. I think it suits me."

She snorted as she led the way back down the stairs. They entered the living room just as the light flicked on and Arthur Weasley stood near the doorway, his wand aimed right at Hermione's chest, "Where do you think you're going?"

Ron glared at the man, "Home."

Hermione could feel his magic circling the room, gaining strength as his anger flared, "Let's all calm down."

Arthur grimaced, "To think I treated you like my own sons. I knew you were nothing the moment Molly introduced us."

Hermione frowned, unease slithering through her stomach, "Where is Molly?"

Arthur glared at her, his hand tightening on his wand, "I made her leave. Put up wards that she can't get through."

Ron raised his wand, "Did you hurt her?"

Arthur grunted, "No. At one point I did love her but she's still into Severus. I told her to go to him."

Hermione felt her heart drop. If Snape thought that Ron was in danger, then the Potion's Master would do anything to get to him. She shook her head, "Ron lets go."

Arthur shook his head, "He's not going anywhere."

Hermione felt the rage encompass her, fear gripping her chest tightly, "Ronald Snape, get your arse in that fireplace." Her voice was deeper than normal as the combined magick's inside her body swirled together, sensing the danger she was in.

Ron moved quickly, knowing exactly what an angry Hermione was capable of. Just as he dropped the powder Arthur shouted a curse at Hermione, but he was whisked away in green flames.

Hermione dodged the curse and launched an attack of her own, her adrenaline pumping through her bloodstream as she dove for cover. A Bombarda blasted the side of the fireplace into pieces, she just hoped the floo network was still connected. She belly-crawled into the kitchen and kicked the table onto its side just as a Stupefy was sent at her. The wood splintered as she jerked up and tried to freeze the meddling wizard, but he disappeared behind the back door.

She felt Narcissa's sudden worry, the fear of finding Hermione missing coming through loud and clear. She could feel the two Black's summoning her intensely, though Bellatrix's wasn't as strong as Narcissa's. She ran towards the living room snagging a handful of floo powder before spinning on her heel into the fireplace. She thought of Malfoy manor and the rush of green flames burst into life around her just as she felt a burning sensation on her chest. She stumbled out of the Malfoy fireplace clutching her burning chest before she fell to her knees. There were shouts around her, but she couldn't focus long enough on anyone of them as her body grew cold.

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Narcissa jerked awake as the fear and pain from Hermione carried through the mate bond. She threw the sheets off and ran from the room even as she magicked her clothes back on. Bellatrix met her in the hallway and together they ran down the stairs, arriving in the living room as Ron appeared in the fireplace.

"Where's Hermione?" Narcissa snapped angrily.

Ron stared wide eyed and horrified at the fireplace, "Arthur attacked her. She forced me to come without her."

Draco was at his side in an instant, his hands searching every inch of his boyfriend, "Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?"

Ron shook his head, "No but we have to warn Severus. Arthur warded the house against mum and wants Snape to think that I'm in danger. That's why Hermione sent me first, but I heard the spell as I dropped the powder."

Narcissa gasped, clutching her chest as she looked up at Bellatrix, "Hermione."

A burst of green flames sent Hermione toppling into the living room clutching her chest. Narcissa moved instantly, her magick struggling to encompass her mate. She ran forward and caught the girl, taking in the bright red blood that was quickly spreading across her chest, "Bellatrix, get her upstairs. Draco send for Snape and Molly now. Harry, Ron, get me everything you can find in for healing and calming potions."

Bellatrix took Hermione in her arms firmly and apparited them upstairs as the others dispersed to their tasks. Narcissa took a deep calming breath, feeling her mate's lifeforce slipping away not helping the calming. But she needed to focus, for Hermione, for her little one. She apparited into Hermione's room finding Bellatrix removing the girl's shirt.

"This is bad Cissy." Bellatrix hissed between her teeth angrily.

She nodded and stood beside the bed, slowly moving her wand over Hermione's body, "It's a curse I've never seen before, at least not up close. I'll do what I can, but we need Severus."

Bellatrix nodded, "I'll bring him back." With a crack she was gone.

The lacerated skin across Hermione's chest was jagged, the skin having been forced apart from the curse. Thick rivers of red spread in every direction as it spilled from the young witch's body. The drying blood began to slowly turn black as it seeped into the sheet underneath the pale body. Hermione's lips were nearly white, her closed eyes not moving even as soft short breaths slipped in and out of the girl's nose.

Narcissa couldn't stop the panic from trying to overwhelm her magick, forcing her to dig deeper. She pulled on their families ancient magick, blood magick, anything to keep her girl alive longer. She used every healing spell she could think of while she waited and after ten agonizing minutes Snape and Bellatrix appeared in the room.

Snape surged forward and frowned as he studied the damage, "It's not mine but close. Weasley doesn't know how to create a curse let alone perform it."

Narcissa frowned as Bellatrix crawled onto the bed from the other side, "Will she be alright?"

Snape nodded, "Yes but it will scar, and she'll be down for a few days. She'll need three healing potions a day for three days. I'll make them when I'm done here. She'll also need a lot of rest," he glanced over at Narcissa with a small smirk, "You've completed the bond."

Narcissa nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from the younger witch. Hermione's shirt was gone and if it weren't for the fear of losing the young witch, she would be seething with rage at Snape seeing her like this, "Yes. We completed it today for the most part."

Snape raised an eyebrow as the wound began to seal itself, "Most part?"

Narcissa frowned as she watched the skin slowly begin to knit back together but at least there was no more blood loss, "She to I."

Snape's eyebrows rose, "Ah. Well, you can continue in three days then. What happened?"

Narcissa gave him all the information they had, while she covered Hermione's wounds in the bandages the boys had brought her, before shaking her head, "We'll get the rest when she wakes up."

Snape nodded, "Molly would like to see Ron." At Narcissa's nod he looked back down at Hermione's still form. He always had a fondness for the girl, something about her attitude reminded him of himself at that age. Though the girl was older he still couldn't help but think that the girl never had the chance to be a child. He admired her for the courage she always showed, no wonder she was in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin.

Narcissa watched the emotions playing across Snape's face as she studied Hermione, a smile beginning to pull at her lips, "You have a soft spot for her."

Snape opened his mouth, ready to deny it but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he sighed and glanced back down at the girl, brushing a lock of hair off her face, "I do. Much like Ron and Harry. She's been through so much and it just keeps getting harder. Potter I could understand why Dumbledore wants dead, but I don't understand why her."

Bellatrix stretched out on the bed, pressing her body tight against Hermione's unmoving form, "It doesn't matter. We won't let anyone take her from us."

Narcissa smiled at her eldest sister, "No we won't. Severus the boys are downstairs, and Ronald is worried that you will try to go to the house." Snape nodded as he leaned over Hermione gently and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He stood and strode from the room, his cloak billowing out behind him. Narcissa smiled as the door closed, "Who knew the man had a soft side."

Bellatrix chuckled, "What are the points between them for?"

Narcissa frowned as she climbed onto the bed gently, stretching out on Hermione's other side, resting her head on the pillow next to the young witch's, "I don't know. Neither one will tell anyone, but it's been going on for a while now."

Silence fell over the room as they listened to Hermione's strong steady heartbeat. The fear that they could have lost her again hitting the older witches in different, but no less terrifying, ways. Neither would admit their fear out loud, especially not to their young mate, but they would make damn sure that it didn't happen again.

Though the Triwizard tournament still lingered in their minds.

Their heads came up, eyes locking over the young witch, a silent agreement passing between them. No one would get near their witch. No one would harm their witch again. They would give their lives for their witch, and they would happily kill whoever tried to come between them.