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's heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted through a small cemetery. She could hear Harry's voice calling out for her, but she ignored him. Her sole focus was on the two women battling against Pettigrew's cohorts. She watched the killing curse narrowly miss Bellatrix, her heart lodging in her throat as the dark witch threw herself behind a headstone.
Without a thought Hermione raised her wand, aiming directly at the man that had cast the curse. Narcissa's bright blue eyes met hers as she watched the woman lean over Bellatrix. So many emotions passed between them, as Narcissa and Bellatrix watched her.
Hermione could see the decision being made, the knowledge passing between the three of them that went unspoken. Hermione's fear and anger overwhelmed everything else as she saw the quick glance between her two mates. They were choosing each other, over protecting her. They would leave her there to fight the battle while they apparited away. They would save themselves while Hermione was left to die in the middle of the unknown cemetery.
Her heart exploded, the pain numbing any and all feelings she had for anyone including herself.
She gripped her wand tighter as she broke eye contact with her mates, focusing on the advancing man. She raised her wand allowing the anger and pain to guide her magic. She heard the man's curse before the words left her own lips. A bright green light erupted between them, and she screamed in pain and heartbreak.
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Hermione jerked awake, her breathing labored and sweat dripping from her body. She could feel the pain in her chest but her heavy breathing was making it worse. She took in the two sleeping forms beside her, Narcissa and Bellatrix curled up on either side of her weak body. She frowned as she slowly shimmied down the bed, untangling herself form Narcissa and Bellatrix's limbs. She summoned a button up shirt from her wardrobe and a clean pair of jeans before moving barefoot across the room.
She needed space, needed to force the dream from her mind. To rid herself of the pain that had exploded her heart. She tiptoed out of the room closing the door behind her. She hurried down the stairs, through the empty house and out to the back garden. The moon cast a silvery glow over the neatly trimmed hedges that lined the gravel path leading deeper into the Malfoy Garden. A soft cool breeze chilled the sweat that was forcing her clothes to cling to her body as she made her way towards the outdoor furniture.
She eased herself into the soft cushioned chair, kicking her feet up onto the small table in front of her. She stared out over the garden, down to the wide-open grassy field beyond the Malfoy property. Her heart was still racing from the dream, her emotions swirling wildly.
She knew Narcissa's feelings, knew that Bellatrix at least cared about her, but she couldn't shake the heartbreak that the dream caused. All of Harry's dreams had always been premonitions of what was to come. Was hers the same? Or was hers just that, a nightmare that was woven by her own insecurities? Subconsciously everything she didn't dare admit to herself could easily decide to show themselves in her dream.
She heaved a heavy sigh and shook her head. There was no use in dwelling on something she couldn't really understand. She watched the sunrise high over the landscape while lost in her thoughts, not realizing she was holding her Occlumency walls firmly in place.
"There you are!" Hermione startled from her thoughts, her head snapping around to find Draco moving swiftly towards her, "You have got to stop disappearing like that Hermione."
She frowned, "I didn't disappear. I'm right here."
Draco plopped down beside her, "Mum and Aunt Bellatrix have been looking for you for the past hour. They think you left."
She raised an eyebrow at him, "They weren't looking that hard, since I've been here the whole time. Besides they should be able to feel me."
Draco shook his head, concern written all over his face, "You've closed yourself off again, without even realizing it apparently."
She frowned at him, "Sorry."
"Don't apologize to me," he said shaking his head, "Mum and Bellatrix are on the war path. If I were you, I'd run like hell."
She snorted a laugh, "Good thing you aren't me then. Plus, I wouldn't get very far, my body aches too much."
He grinned at her, "What are you doing out here anyway?"
She opened her mouth intending to tell him about the dream but thought better of it. Shaking her head she sighed, "Just thinking."
He frowned at her, "You know you can tell me anything Hermione."
She nodded, unable to form the words that were suddenly lodged in her throat. Why was it so hard to talk about her feelings? Why was it so hard to confide in the people that she trusted most of all?
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Draco stood, "I better go let them know you're okay."
She watched him hurry back towards the manor. Wondering was the hardest part. Wondering if the dream was true or if it was just a dream, a nightmare was going to plague her thoughts whether she wanted it to or not. She had spent most of the morning trying to force the nightmare out of her mind, but it was no use. It had a hold of her and that's where it was going to stay for the time being.
Slowly she stood, using the chair to steady herself before moving towards the manor. She could already hear Narcissa and Bellatrix trying to interrogate Draco and she felt bad for her best friend. She entered the house and frowned as Draco seemed to be cowering in front of his mother and aunt. She couldn't hold back a chuckle which alerted the others to her arrival.
She froze, the smile falling from her face as Narcissa and Bellatrix turned to her in unison, their postures mirroring each other. She swallowed thickly before saying, "Run Draco." The boy didn't hesitate as he bolted from the room, leaving her to deal with the two pissed sisters.
Dark blue eyes narrowed on her while dark eyes raged dangerously. She couldn't deny the sudden arousal she felt, being thoroughly examined by both women. They were checking for fresh injuries, as if she'd go running into some sort of battle after the night she had. She scoffed at the thought but froze again as the sound seemed to startle both women into movement.
"Where the hell have you been?" Narcissa snapped angrily.
Bellatrix reached her first, "You cut yourself off from us."
She nearly swooned as they bared down on her. She cleared her suddenly dry throat, "I-I was watching the sunrise." Both women glared at her, and felt herself shrinking, "L-lost in thought too, mostly."
Narcissa sighed, losing some of her anger, "Please open yourself to us."
She nodded quickly and released the wall she had in place. She gasped as Narcissa's and Bellatrix's magick's rushed into her body. Their emotions were more powerful than she thought they would be, the fear and uncertainty they were feeling flooding her body. They feared for her safety, feared if she had left them, feared her near death experience just weeks after the first Task. Their feelings were so powerful that they quickly overwhelmed her exhausted body.
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Hermione awoke slowly, her chest aching but not on fire as it had been before she passed out. She tried to take a deep breath but the movement in her chest hurt, causing a hiss of pain to slip through her teeth.
Bellatrix jerked up beside her, dark eyes roaming her body, "Are you alright vixen?"
Narcissa stirred on her other side, "Don't move my little one. I'll get the potions."
She grimaced at the older witch's, "This isn't fair. I slept through sleeping with you both. Twice."
Bellatrix's cackling laughter filled the room, sending a jolt of desire through Hermione's tired body, "After nearly dying that's the first thing you think of?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at her dark witch, "Well duh."
She tried to push herself up but Bellatrix's hand on her chest stopped her, "You need rest my vixen."
Hermione groaned, "I am not spending days in this bed sleeping."
She stretched her magic out and found Bellatrix's, sighing when the older woman gently pushed it into her. She closed her eyes and allowed instinct to take over. She could feel the ancient magick, that Bellatrix had been telling her about, curling into her chest but it wasn't strong enough to help. She frowned as she moved her own magic towards Narcissa, hoping the woman could feel her need.
Narcissa gasped and Hermione knew the woman could feel her just as much as she could feel Narcissa. She sucked in a breath as she drew Narcissa's magick into her body. A slight tingling sensation filling her chest pleasantly. She remained still even after feeling the bed dip where Narcissa returned, hands on her sides. She could feel the pulsing magick coating her, soothing her, healing her. It was a head rush, brain freeze, and shocking all at once. She could feel the wounds inside her body knitting back together with such force that it may even be better than it had been to begin with.
After a few minutes of silence, she felt a cool hand on her forehead, Bellatrix's voice soft in her ear, "Let go of the magick my vixen. You'll overdo it."
She struggled to release the magick, the feeling of power and love overwhelming her want to do as Bellatrix asked.
Narcissa stroked her cheek, "Hermione, let it go. You're going to take too much at once."
She tried to open her mouth. Tried to speak but couldn't. Her jaw was locked as the dream rushed through her mind. If she let go, they would leave her. She would be alone and, as she had always been told, she would have nothing. No one could love her, no one could see past the broken pieces of her soul. No one could love someone that was so completely destroyed that there was no hope to put herself back together again.
Simultaneous gasps met her ears as she tried to force the magick from her body, tried to get her own magic to release the pleasant feelings of love and safety. She didn't want them to know what she was feeling, how she's felt since she was a child. She couldn't let them know how broken she was.
She sucked in a deep breath as she shoved the magick's from her body, launching herself up and off the bed in one fluid movement. She stumbled with the sudden loss before slipping into the ensuite and locking the door behind herself. She warded and silenced the room as she broke down.
Tears streamed down her face as she sat with her back against the cool porcelain tub, drawing her knees to her chest. She held her knees tightly as the emotions flooded her senses. The pain squeezing her chest even as she struggled to breath. She was drowning in her own mind, her own tears, and yet nothing ever changed. Nothing ever gave. She would always be what they made her. She could never escape what they molded her as.
She dropped her forehead onto her knees, letting the emotions consume her, letting herself drown, letting her body succumb to the memories that trapped her daily. Loud voices screamed across her mind.
Heartless.
Cold.
She never knew how to deal with emotions. Taught that showing them made her weak. Taught that she had to grow up and handle things on her own. Who would want an emotional wreck? Who would want someone that couldn't stand on their own, regardless of what was happening in their life.
To be pushed around all her life and never having anyone there for her was probably why she had the fear of Narcissa and Bellatrix leaving her. Narcissa had never shown anything other than comfort and love, had never tried to push her away.
And yet she couldn't stop the fear of that very thing happening.
Time passed as she clutched her knees to her chest. She could feel someone trying to break through her wards, but she knew she had made them strong, using the last little bit of Narcissa's and Bellatrix's in her body to cast them. She needed to get herself together. To pull her walls back up and become the stoic person she always was.
To be the person she was before she met Narcissa.
Taking a deep breath, she stood and moved towards the sink. She stared at her reflection, seeing the dark circles under the puffy red eyes. She was being weak and no matter how much she tried to deny it, she was in fact an emotional wreck. She hated herself for it, for all the years of trying to keep control, to keep the emotions buried. She hated that she was slipping.
Anger surged through her body, the sound of glass shattering around her. She felt the sharp stings, the pain in her hand as the mirror sliced through her skin. For a moment she stared at the blood streaks across what was left of the mirror, her blood. Her chest felt tight and this time it had nothing to do with her injuries from the night before.
She shook her head and cleared her throat before silently repairing the mirror, and her hand, with wandless magic. Splashing her face with cold water she shoved all her emotions back into their small black box in the deepest recesses of her mind. She straightened herself and raised her walls, letting her stoic mask fall back into place.
She turned back towards the tub and stared out the large window, watching as the sun began to set. Orange, red, and yellows painting the sky in a beautiful burst of fire. A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips at the sight, trying to freeze it into her memory. Something she could recall in her dark days. She lowered the wards and exited the bathroom, knowing she had been in there most of the afternoon.
She could feel Narcissa's and Bellatrix's magick's trying to get through her walls, but she refused to let them drop. She made her way down the stairs, hearing the soft voices in the living room, Draco's worry coming through loud and clear, "I'm telling you something wasn't right with her this morning. She was blank, like nothing was there."
"Do you think Dumbledore did something to her when he pulled her aside?" Harry asked just as quiet.
She frowned as she watched the three boys, their anger evident in their clenched hands and tense jaws. She loved them. They were her family. Was it so bad to let them into her dark spiraling thoughts? Should she keep them at arm's length when all they wanted to do was help?
Ron shook his head, "If he did, I say we kill him sooner rather than later."
She moved away from the living room quietly as her stomach growled. The kitchen was empty when she entered but she found the back door ajar as she crossed the room. She froze when she spotted Narcissa and Bellatrix standing on the back porch, their bodies tense and unmoving as they stared out at the hedges.
"I don't like this, Bella. I've never felt that from her before," the concern in Narcissa's voice was thick, emotion clogging her throat.
Bellatrix's voice was dark, and Hermione could feel the danger she possessed just from her words, "Has someone hurt her Cissy? Whether at Hogwarts or even before that?"
Narcissa frowned, her muscles tightening even more, "I don't know. She doesn't talk about the Granger's. I only know that she hates going back there over the summers. I was watching her after their first year, there was so much fear in her eyes when she stood staring at the barrier. I couldn't just take her; she didn't even know me yet but… I always wondered what could make those beautiful amber eyes look black, empty even."
Hermione frowned. She hadn't even seen Narcissa that day, but she could remember the feelings that made her pause before pushing her way through the barrier. She moved towards the stove but was impeded by Kreacher, the nastiest house elf she had ever met.
"Does missus require something?" The elf asked, his eyes narrowed at her in disgust.
She raised an eyebrow at him, "I'm just getting something to eat."
He sneered at her, "Filthy mudblood doesn't deserve to be in here." She was used to his words, to his insults, for the most part they didn't bother her anymore. However, that wasn't to say it wouldn't bother someone else that might overhear.
"Kreacher!" Bellatrix's voice snapped loud and angry.
Both Hermione and Kreacher jumped, Hermione's heart suddenly sprinting in her chest. She could see the rage burning in Bellatrix's wide dark eyes as the woman raised her wand. She may not like the elf, but he was as others made him.
She stepped in between the house elf and Bellatrix, the woman's wand now pointed at her, "Bellatrix its okay. He didn't hurt me."
Bellatrix frowned at her, "He called you-"
She nodded, "Yes but it's the way the world is. I get it enough at school. It's nothing new."
Narcissa frowned at her, concern clouding her blue eyes, "Hermione are you alright?"
She refused to look at the older witch, knowing that if she did Narcissa might be able to get through her defenses since they had a bond now. Instead, she nodded and turned to the refrigerator, "Fine."
She glanced at Kreacher, the elf watching her with confusion while she moved about the kitchen, as if she was the hardest puzzle to solve. She could feel Narcissa and Bellatrix watching her, their worry was filling the room even if she couldn't feel it completely. She began to cook, using ground beef to make meatballs, adding the seasoning before mixing it. Kreacher silently climbed up onto the counter, watching her movements before slowly taking some of the meat and following her lead.
She hid the smile that tried to pull at the corner of her mouth, instead acting as if she didn't care. As the meat cooked, she sat a large pot on the counter next to the elf and went searching for the noodles, smiling to herself as the elf began to fill the pot with water. She knew he needed a kind soul to help him, to show him other ways than pain and punishment.
Not that she was the best to show him that, but it was a start for the elf and the mudblood.
They moved in harmony as they made the spaghetti, Hermione chopping scallions to put on top. Kreacher mixed a salad, adding the extra ingredients as Hermione finished chopping them. It was silent but peaceful work, allowing her mind to empty. She began to carry everything to the dining room, Kreacher following her carefully instead of appariting everything. Her curiosity was growing but she would ask him about it later, when they were alone.
"Boys!" She called out as she placed the last dish on the table.
Draco grinned as he entered the room, his eyes widening at his favorite meal, "This smells amazing Hermione." Ron nodded in agreement as he took his seat next to Draco.
Harry grinned at her, before placing a soft kiss on her cheek, "Thanks 'Mione." She shrugged and shoulder bumped him as she circled the table.
Narcissa sat at the head of the table, eyeing Hermione until the younger witch sat on her right. Bellatrix sat beside Hermione slowly, scooting her chair a little closer to the younger witch. Hermione didn't comment as she glanced over at Kreacher, "Will you find Lucius and tell him to come to dinner, please?"
Kreacher nodded and disappeared without question. A few minutes later Lucius appeared with a loud crack and smirked as he took his seat beside Harry, "Hermione you amaze me at the best of times."
She smirked at him, "Shut up and eat." Laughter filled the table for a moment before everyone dove into their home cooked meal.
Bellatrix eyed her carefully, "Where did you learn to cook?"
She tensed slightly but forced herself to shake it off, "I usually cook dinners with the Granger's." She ignored the raised eyebrow that Bellatrix gave her.
Draco wiped his face on his cloth napkin, "Hermione sneaks us into the kitchens on Saturday nights. The house elves love her, and she cooks for them too."
Hermione shifted uncomfortably as Narcissa's magick tried to encircle her. She wanted to let the woman's comfort take her, but she knew if she let her guard down now, Narcissa would feel the self-loathing she was desperately trying to shove back into the black box. It was the one constant emotion that would escape at the worst of times.
Narcissa cocked her head at her before leaning towards her, making sure the others were deep in conversation, "Let me in my little one." Hermione shook her head, fearing her voice would betray her if she tried to speak. "Let me in," Narcissa's voice deepened slightly.
Hermione felt it like a command through the bond and she finally looked into Narcissa's eyes. Blue eyes widened as the full weight of Hermione's self-loathing hit the older witch like a ton of bricks, a hiss escaped Narcissa's lips. Just as Hermione had feared, eye contact allowed her mate through her walls. She stared down at her plate, struggling to force the emotion away. Once it was back in its hiding place, she let the love she felt for Narcissa encompass the woman, sending every piece of it through their bond.
Hermione finished her food and quickly carried her plate to the kitchen, knowing that Narcissa was following on her heels. She wasn't in the mood to have a deep conversation with her lover, but she knew the woman wasn't going to let it go. Not when the concern said woman was pumping into her body was as strong as ever before.
She began to run water for the dishes as Narcissa leaned a hip against the counter beside her, "Don't shut me out Hermione."
She sighed heavily, "What do you want from me Madame Malfoy?"
Narcissa flinched, blue darkening fiercely, "So it's formal now?"
She turned to face the woman, as emotionally exhausted as physically, "I don't want to fight."
Narcissa shook her head, "We aren't. I don't like being cut off from you. It makes me uncomfortable, and I've gone long enough without being able to feel you. This bond that we have isn't going to go away Hermione. It's only gong to grow stronger. Let me help you."
Hermione frowned as she turned back to the sink, staring into the rising water. What would Narcissa think when she found out the truth? That she was so far past broken that there had to be some kind of mistake, that Narcissa deserved a better mate, a better person to bond with.
The water shut of sharply as Narcissa's fingers dug into her upper arms, "Don't ever think that. I don't want anyone else my little one. Only you."
Hermione felt her body begin to tremble as she shook her head, tears burning the corner of her eyes, "You deserve better."
Before she could continue Narcissa's lips were on hers, bruising. She could feel Narcissa's love for her being forced into her body through the bond. The older witch's magick twisting with hers, infusing itself within her heart. A steady beat reminding her that she is loved and cared for. It was too much, too strong. No one should feel for her the way that Narcissa did, but she couldn't deny the immense relief she felt because it.
She wrapped her arms around the woman's neck, hands tangling in long silky blonde hair. She felt Narcissa's tongue slide across her bottom lip, requesting entrance, which she immediately granted. She was powerless to resist anything that the older witch needed or wanted from her, even without the bond. She whimpered slightly at the sharp nip that Narcissa delt to her tongue before it was being soothed with a soft suck. She could feel her body beginning to melt into the woman's embrace, her mind slowly becoming hazy with desire.
Hermione's lower back was pinned against the counter as Narcissa, deepened the kiss, pleasure radiating through the bond in overwhelming amounts from both witches. Narcissa's hands slid from her sides to her hips, before wrapping around her back, dipping underneath her t-shirt. Her skin tingled with the older witch's touch, a soothing reassurance that the older witch wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon. Time meant nothing to her as long as Narcissa didn't let go, didn't stop touching her, didn't stop kissing her.
A soft squeak echoed across the room and Hermione jerked out of the kiss, her eyes landing on a deeply blushing Draco, "Sorry."
Hermione laughed as Narcissa refused to break their connection, dipping her head to nuzzle into her witch's neck, "What do you want Draco? We're busy."
Draco stared at the ceiling, his face only growing redder, "Yes well, um… Aunt Bellatrix is…. Upset."
Hermione frowned until she felt a sharp nip to her neck, which sent a flaming wave of desire straight to her already throbbing clit. She jerked back, a playful glare on her face as she took in mischievous blue eyes, "Uncalled for."
Narcissa smirked at her, "It was totally called for. Go settle your mate and my sister before she tries to destroy my house again."
She cocked an eyebrow at the older woman as she moved away, "I'd actually like to see that."
Narcissa's eyes darkened at her teasing little witch, "You'll pay for that little one."
Hermione barked a laugh, "Right." Which only earned her an intense look of desire from the older witch.
Hermione shook her head at Draco as she moved passed him and out into the dining room. She frowned at not seeing Bellatrix and closed her eyes, opening herself to allow her magic to search out the witch. She opened her eyes and headed towards the library. She knew that Bellatrix would have a hard time seeing her and Narcissa interacting, especially after having completed the bond for the most part.
She just didn't know the woman well enough like she did Narcissa. Bellatrix had been portrayed as the wild mad Death Eater. Voldemort's right hand. After Bellatrix's bout in Azkaban, she assumed it would have only driven the dark witch further into the madness. However, that wasn't the case and now she had to adjust to the feelings she was quickly gaining for the dark witch.
Bellatrix was curled on the sofa in front of the fire, her knees drawn to her chest. Long black curls draped around her body as if it were a curtain to block out everything. Hermione had never seen a more beautiful creature. Narcissa was beautiful in her own right but there was just something so majestic about Bellatrix Black. The woman didn't care about what others thought. She held herself high and never backed down from anything. Fiercely loyal and protective, something that Hermione had admired even when she did think the woman was mad.
Bellatrix's head raised slightly, and Hermione knew the woman was aware of her presence. She crossed the room to the window seat and leaned into the corner. She knew it was going to take time, but Bellatrix had been through just as much as her if not more. She took a deep breath, pulling more of Narcissa's magick into her body to feel the love the woman was giving her. She knew Narcissa would feel what she did, but this was something that Bellatrix would need.
"I was eight when it first happened." She shifted uncomfortably, placing her foot on the cushions and bending her knee, draping her arm over it as she stared out the window, "He said I was weak, that he was going to make me stronger. All I had to do was remain silent, being silent was strength."
She could feel the self-loathing begin to slip from her carefully constructed box. Narcissa's surge of comfort and calming helped ease her spiraling thoughts. She didn't even realize that Bellatrix had moved, let alone crossed the room to her.
She shook her head, "I couldn't stay quiet. I screamed and pleaded but he didn't stop. Over the years he complained that I was an emotional wreck. I had to retreat inside myself to survive." Bellatrix sat in front of her, and she looked over at her, "I've done it for so long that its hard to stop that sort of behavior. I want to try, for you, for Narcissa, for me. I just don't know how."
Bellatrix slid closer to her, and Hermione could see the hesitation in the movements. She felt worse, knowing that her own mate was hesitating to touch her, but she really didn't expect any different. She felt her body tense without permission and Bellatrix shook her head, smiling softly at her.
"I'm not hesitating because I don't want to touch you, my little Vixen. I want to touch you, but I want you to have a chance to pull away if that's what you need. Don't think for one second that I don't want to constantly be touching you, because I do. If it were up to me, I wouldn't let you leave my sight, even for Hogwarts."
Hermione gasped playfully, "You can't keep me from my learning."
Bellatrix smirked at her, "I would never, but my lessons would be so much more informative and…" She leaned into Hermione's body, brushing her lips across the younger witch's ear, "more hands on."
Hermione felt her desire pool between her thighs as Bellatrix's lips landed on her neck. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she pulled the woman tighter against her body. Bellatrix stretched out on top of her, settling between Hermione's legs, a perfect fit. Hermione brought her left leg up to rest her foot on the cushions, encasing her dark witch between her thighs as teeth scraped down her sensitive pulse point.
She ran her hands over the older woman's dragon leather corset, feeling the ties but not releasing them. She needed this closeness to the woman without taking it further. The intimacy of their connection meant more to her than just sex. Something she had needed from Narcissa as well. This was where she was meant to be, she could feel it. The feeling of belonging to someone, of being needed was all she had ever wanted in her life.
Narcissa continuously showed her that every day, even if she didn't quite believe it. Bellatrix was just now getting the chance to show her, and she wanted it. She wanted to be wanted, needed, loved. She wanted to be vulnerable with her witch's, to show her needy side.
But could she or they handle how much that was true?
She could be very needy, and she hated the idea that she would be pushed away for it. Hated to think they would look at her with disgust because she couldn't be strong, couldn't always hide her emotions. She would let them out in private because she could spiral without the fear of rejection, the fear of being hurt, of being laughed at. She had to remain strong for her witch's. Bellatrix was the most powerful witch and Narcissa was highly regarded in the wizarding world, and not just because of their involvement with Voldemort.
Bellatrix jerked back a deep frown on her face, "You closed off."
Her eyes widened slightly, "I'm sorry, I didn't even realize…"
Bellatrix tightened her hold around the younger witch, "I know what you were feeling, but the deeper you feel the more you closed off. Hermione," she cupped the girls face gently, "You aren't the only one that's going to be needy. The bond is strong already and I can feel Narcissa's need for you right now, through you. And for the record," she placed a chaste kiss on the girl's lips, "I can be one needy bitch at times."
Hermione couldn't stop the snort of laughter that burst from her, the heat of a blush rushing up her face instantly, "Sorry."
Bellatrix smirked at her, "Don't apologize." She brushed her fingers across the girl's face, loving the tingling sensation in her fingers when skin met skin, "I want all of you Hermione. Flaws and all. None of us are perfect, some of us more than others. Let us be there for you when those thoughts escape, when they decide to torture you without your permission."
Hermione couldn't help but smirk at the older woman, "So you are kinky."
Bellatrix nipped at the girl's neck again, grinning against smooth skin as a giggle escaped Hermione's lips, "I can be a lot of things and I'll apologize right now for some of them. I can get carried away sometimes."
Hermione shook her head and pulled Bellatrix's face back up to hers. She searched the dark eyes in front of her, seeing the uncertainty and self-consciousness in them, "This has to work both ways. If you want me to be myself then you have to too."
Bellatrix surged forward, capturing the younger witch's lips. She had never felt more connected with someone, and they hadn't even started the bond yet. She wasn't lying when she said she wanted all of Hermione and she had feeling, just from the glimpse of emotions she had felt from the girl, Hermione was going to need them a lot. Which she was perfectly okay with.
Hell, she would be ecstatic if her little mate would cling to her twenty-four seven. She knew after they started the bond, she wouldn't be able to let the younger witch go for at least a week and definitely not before the bond was completed fully. Narcissa had always been the more patient of the three Black sisters, while she herself had always been impatient, possessive and protective. She only hoped that Hermione would be able to handle that darker side of her.
No one touched what was Bellatrix Black's, and that meant more than ever when it came to her little mate, her Vixen.
Hermione gasped at the sudden strong possessive surge of emotion that enveloped her from Bellatrix. It was stronger than anything she had ever felt from Narcissa even thought it wasn't quite the same as Narcissa's possessive nature. They were both strong, but they were very different. Where Narcissa's possessive feelings were more along the line of comfort and love, Bellatrix's was on a whole other level.
This was strong, almost overwhelming. Protective yet a slight ownership, like Hermione belonged to Bellatrix. Not that she agreed with the ownership aspect, but it also made her feel extremely warm. Bellatrix wanted her more than ever, needed Hermione to be hers. Hermione could feel Bellatrix's worry that she would pull away at the need for control, the need to have her close.
Hermione wrapped her arms tight around Bellatrix and lost herself to the tender kiss. She didn't need words to sooth Bellatrix's worry. She only needed to show her.
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Hermione jerked awake, sweat coating her body as she struggled to slow her breathing. Her heart pounded in her chest trying to burst through her ribcage. Ever since she had arrived at the Malfoy manor five days before the dreams had only been getting worse. There was only three days left until they had to return to Hogwarts for the Yule Ball, but she was less excited and more dreading the return.
She felt a cool hand on her face before her mind could spiral any further, "Its okay my little one." Narcissa's soothing soft voice sounded loud to her ears in the silent room.
She frowned as she stretched a handout to her left and found the bed empty, "Where's Bellatrix?"
Narcissa scooted closer, draping an arm over her stomach, her hand slipping under her t-shirt to brush across the bare skin of her side, "She went to follow a lead on Pettigrew."
Hermione frowned, her anxiety rising. She hated that Bellatrix was deeper involved than she was, though only because she worried for the older woman's safety. She was still an escaped criminal from Azkaban and at any moment the Order could find her. She felt her breathing hitch in her throat at the thought, Bellatrix being captured, and she wouldn't know about it until it was too late.
"Shh, my little one. She's alright. Open yourself to her and you'll feel it," Narcissa cuddled in tighter against the younger witch's body, holding the girl tighter, knowing that her young witch was beginning to slip into a panic attack.
Hermione closed her eyes tight as she forced her walls down, ignoring the soft hiss of Narcissa next to her. She knew the woman was feeling her panic, worry, the fear that Bellatrix would be hurt. She focused on Bellatrix, a pout coming to her lips. Since she hadn't started the bond with Bellatrix, yet she wouldn't be able to feel the woman's emotions without the woman close by. She wouldn't know if she was okay or hurt or in danger.
She sat up straight as she shook her head, her voice hoarse with emotion, "Narcissa?"
Narcissa frowned at the sudden loss of Hermione's emotions but able to clearly hear need in the younger witch's voice, "What's wrong dear?"
Hermione rolled over, planting her body firmly on top of Narcissa. She kissed the woman hard, requesting entrance to the warm mouth beneath her. Narcissa granted instantly, not wanting to miss a moment. Silently their clothes were vanished to the floor and Narcissa moaned at the feel of Hermione's skin against her own. For a moment she wondered if the girl was running a fever, the young woman's skin was too hot, but it quickly vanished as she felt three fingers entering her quickly.
Hermione closed her eyes as the warm slick heat of Narcissa encased her fingers. The woman wanted her, needed her by the soft moan that slipped from the older witch's lips. She dropped her forehead to a bare shoulder and gasped, "Please Cissy. I need you."
Narcissa didn't waste a second, quickly slipping her hand between their bodies. She nearly came at the dripping heat she found at Hermione's core. She slid two fingers inside, deep and slow. Feeling the girl tremble above her while a soft groan escaped the young witch's throat. It didn't take long for Narcissa to add another finger as they both thrusted.
Narcissa stared into Hermione's eyes as their pleasure built, both nearing their peaks at the same time. Sweat coated their skin, mixing together as their magick's mixed much as it had the first time, but this was different. All of Hermione's magic pulsed wildly, slowly shifting from her own to a much stronger and heated form. Thumbs found hardened bundles of nerves, and neither could control the rush of orgasm, as the room lit up with a blinding light. They rode out their orgasms even as Narcissa sank her teeth into Hermione's neck, sending them both headlong into another powerful orgasm.
Hermione collapsed on top of Narcissa's body, the rush of pleasure and magick clouding her tired mind. Narcissa wrapped her arms around her mate, the bond complete finally. She could feel Hermione's emotions, the girl's tired thoughts not making any sense at the moment.
Hermione frowned as Narcissa's voice echoed through her mind, It's complete my little one.She chuckled before she lifted her head, "Does this mean what I think it does?"
Narcissa smiled at her, "No matter where you are we'll be able to hear each other. We'll know what each other is feeling at all times."
Hermione smirked, "So if I…." She sent Narcissa an image of her sliding down the older witch's body, tongue trailing over sensitive skin.
Narcissa growled as her blue eyes darkened, "You do that in front of people, and I won't be held responsible for my actions."
Hermione chuckled as she slid off the woman's body, stretching out on the cool sheets beneath her, "Bellatrix?"
Narcissa rolled to her stomach, draping her arm over her mate's torso, "She'll be back in the morning little one. Now go to sleep."
Hermione frowned but remained silent. She was worried about Bellatrix. She wanted to know where the woman was, what she was doing, if she was safe. She couldn't help the guilt that slowly crept up into her chest. She had the bond with Narcissa, but Bellatrix still didn't even have the start of it. It wasn't fair to the older witch, especially since Bellatrix needed it more than anyone else.
But could she do this, be vulnerable, be open with Bellatrix when she really didn't even know her yet?
Was she being selfish by withholding this from the older woman because Hermione herself wasn't ready to let another person in?
But then hasn't she been letting the woman in ever since that night at the World Cup?
"You're spiraling little one," Narcissa grunted into the pillow they shared.
She grimaced, "Get out of my head then."
"You're shouting it love. Please relax. Bella will wait for you as long as you need. She won't push you." Narcissa tightened her hold on the girl, running her fingers lightly over the girl's bare side, enjoying the feeling of being able to feel her mate now.
Hermione couldn't stop the irrational fear of losing Bellatrix before she fully had her. Though it wasn't that irrational since the woman was currently off doing who knows what, with who knows who. Anger began to manifest in her chest, growing hotter the more she thought about it.
Which caused Narcissa to laugh, "You're jealous!"
Hermione grimaced at her lover and shoved the woman away from her, sliding out of the bed quickly, "Am not." She slammed the bathroom door on the laughter that echoed through the otherwise silent room.
She couldn't be jealous. She had no reason to be jealous. Narcissa's voice slithered into her mind, The bond will help sooth those worries my little one. It's no rush and Bella would never force you unless it was life or death.
She growled angrily and closed herself off from her mate, turning to the shower. She took slow deep breaths as the hot water soothed the tension in her back. She hated the not knowing. She shook her head and focused on actually cleaning herself. She could feel Narcissa's worry, the unique ability to feel her mate even after closing herself off was fascinating.
When she was done with the shower she cocked her head to the side, trying to feel Narcissa. When she didn't her heart dropped and she rushed to the door, throwing it open to find an empty room. She shook her head, not wanting to jump to conclusions but also not able to help it. She wondered if this was payback in a way, for her to feel what Narcissa would feel. She hesitated with her hand on the doorknob, she didn't want to hurt Narcissa but at times she needed to be inside herself.
She left the room and headed down the stairs. She stepped into the kitchen as her mind continued to circle. Would she ever be able to leave herself open to her mates? Would she ever be able to accept them being there to comfort her constantly? She crossed to the back door and slipped outside, making her way over to the patio furniture.
She sighed heavily as she sat, opening herself and searching for Narcissa. She felt the woman's magick lightly, not wanting to push her. She let it hover near the woman, just enjoying the knowledge that the woman was nearby. She watched the sun rise hours later. Her mind was thankfully quiet for once.
She felt Narcissa's magick surge towards her and she gasped at the sudden rush of concern and fear. Narcissa stepped out the back door with a frown, "Must you always disappear on me?"
Hermione frowned, "I've been here the whole time."
Narcissa nodded as she sat beside her, "I felt you when you came downstairs but after that you slowly disappeared."
Hermione frowned, not sure how she had closed herself off without consciously doing it. Finally, she shrugged, giving up the contemplation. She wasn't in the mood for thinking, well except for thinking about Bellatrix. They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments.
Narcissa could feel Hermione's concern, the need to know where Bellatrix was, if she was safe. It kept shouting itself in the girl's mind, but there was nothing she could do to sooth her little one. The girl would suffer in silence if it wasn't for the bond that allowed her to feel what Hermione was dealing with. She refused to deny that she was curious about the girl's strong emotions that had come from something in her past, but Narcissa knew she would be an idiot if she thought she could push the girl and get anywhere but forced to sleep on the sofa.
Which she would never do, now that she knew just how amazing it was to sleep holding the girl and waking to her beautiful face.
Hermione snorted, "Seriously?"
Narcissa frowned, "What?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow, "You think I would force you to sleep on the sofa?"
Narcissa's jaw dropped as Hermione shook her head and stood, "How did you…?"
Hermione grinned, "It goes both ways apparently." She moved back towards the house before pausing at the door, "When will Bellatrix be back?"
Narcissa smiled as she followed the younger witch into the house, "Any moment. She'll be looking for you when she gets here. Spending too long away from a mate is not conducive to one's health, or sanity."
Hermione nodded before placing a soft kiss to Narcissa's lips before heading off to the library. She spent the next few hours lost in the books, learning. She studied a few dark arts from the restricted section of the library, but it hadn't given her much information. Finally, she summoned her notes that she had taken from the book on prophecies and began to compare them to the books that Narcissa had.
She smirked as she stood at the large table in the middle of the room, thick books spread across almost every surface, "Kreacher!" The elf appeared with a pop, hesitation on his face. "Get me Lucius and then find Severus. Tell them it's important." The elf disappeared as Hermione began to scour the books again, needing to know if she was seeing what she was seeing.