A/N I apologise for the long delay of an update, neither of my stories are abandoned, I had a lot of changes over the past few months and work as well as other things it kind of put a block on my writing.

Please be wary there is mention of NON CON in this chapter

Bellatrix listened to the click of Andromeda's heals as she walked across the stone floor of the kitchen, she could just make out the muffled voices of her sister and the boy in discussion. " . . Tell Molly I'll be over for Ted first thing after breakfast tomorrow, I'll go and get her the book she wanted, its upstairs" Bellatrix heard her sister speak as she heard the creaking of the wooden steps going up to the bedrooms.

"Hermione you will give it another go with Ron won't you?" harry pleaded. "I told you harry it's not that simple, he hurt me really bad" Hermione replied assertively.

"Come on Hermione everyone makes mistakes, and everyone deserves a second chance, remember, just like Dumbledore used to say" Harry attempted in persuasion.

Hermione was silent for a moment, Bellatrix pressed her head painfully tighter against the door. She had heard every word, holding her breath in suspense for the muggleborns answer.

". . Ok" Hermione murmured. She squeaked slightly as Harry jumped forward hugging her tightly. Coming apart a few seconds later when they heard Andy re-enter the room. Harry leaving through the floo a few moments later.

She said Ok . . . Bellatrix heard her mind repeat as she mulled over the answer the brunette had given, Bella could feel her anger bubbling to the surface as she grinded her teeth in frustration, "She's getting back together with the fucking Weasel" Bella's mind hissed, she turned and growled angrily throwing the ball in her hand across the basement it knocked a jar from the shelf, it shattered as it ricocheted to the ground a brown sludge material leaked through the shards of glass. With a small feeling of satisfaction she stood up with her hand raised up ready to take her frustration out with use of magic when the door opened behind her.

"Everything ok Bella?" Hermione asked slightly concerned as she saw Bella's defensive stance. The pureblood scowled lowering her hand and shoving rather roughly past the brunette, "Fine, where's my sister?" Bellatrix snapped as she stomped through the kitchen, on cue Andy entered the kitchen. "Something wrong?" she asked frowning slightly at Bella's annoyed face. "What are your wards like in the garden, can I actually go outside?" she demanded impatiently.

"They cover beyond the wall, no one would see you in the back garden" she answered.

"Good!" Bellatrix answered marching towards the back door, Hermione automatically turned to join her, but Bellatrix held her hand up in front of Hermione halting her. "No I want to be alone" she ordered before pulling the door behind her. Hermione stared at the closed door confusion and slight hurt morphed on her face as her and Andy turned to each other equally confused by the other witches behaviour. Andy shrugged before turning to head back down the basement. Hermione decided to follow Bella's request and went to sit in the living room to read.

It was getting dark, a chill was setting in, although Bella could not leave the garden she was still too annoyed to go back inside, she had spotted Hermione looking out their bedroom window on her several times, she refused to return her gaze but knew she was there. Andy had come out earlier, attempting to coax Bella into conversation and to come in for something to eat. Bella had remained quiet pouring her energy into the rather impressive mud fortress she had constructed in the bottom of the vegetable patch. It had started as a simple dwelling but after several hours became a rather large and impressively detailed piece of architecture, towers surrounded the main keep, as outer walls dominated the space, large thick mud walls constructed the outer layer before large deep trenches had appeared surrounding it with a rather impressive moat. Andy gave up after several minutes of Bellatrix ignoring her, only hearing the whispered incantation of aguamenti as the moat began to fill with water. Bellatrix sat back admiring her masterpiece, and watching Levi chasing dragonflies in the garden as she wondered when he had re-joined her.

A shiver ran down her spine realising it was getting late and it was cold. She reluctantly stood up and walked towards the door. It slowly creaked as she tiptoed into the kitchen, the moonlight streamed through the window giving a dim light in the dark room, she looked through to the adjoining living room which also appeared in darkness. Bellatrix walked through glancing at the old clock chiming ten as she opened the door to the stairway. Floorboards creaked as she ascended the staircase, she heard the shower running in the bathroom as she opened the opposite door to the bedroom. It was empty, Hermione must be in the bathroom, Bellatrix thought to herself, she changed and got into the bed shuffling across and facing the wall, scrunching the sheets tightly around her.

She heard the bathroom door open and the shuffling of bare feet as Hermione crossed the hall into their room, clicking the door shut behind her. "Bella?" she whispered as she turned seeing the body in the bed. Bella held her eye closed tightly feigning sleep not wanting to answer. A few moments of silence passing before Hermione stepped towards the bed, pulling the blankets up as she slipped in. Bella didn't move, she heard the brunette mouthing her name in a barely audible whisper before feeling the brunette shuffle behind her, spooning around Bella's form as she slipped her arm across the purebloods stomach, sighing as she cuddled into the raven curls. Bellatrix couldn't help but let the tenseness of her rigid body fall, as she formed into the body behind her, it felt so good to be held, just like the last two nights. Her anger dissipated temporarily as sleep took over.

"Get lost Rod" Bellatrix spat at him as she stormed away. The tall auburn haired man ran after her grabbing her by the arm. "Bellatrix, where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Away from you its bad enough I had to marry you! Now do us both a favour and leave me alone!" she shouted trying to pull his hand from her. He made to grab her again. "Don't touch me!" she growled, spitting in his face. He was angry now. He grabbed both her arms violently. "I tried to be nice . . . but it's our wedding night, you know what that means Bellatrix" he grinned callously as he forcefully started pushing her to the bed. "No . . ." she whispered in realisation as he roughly kissed her. His smirk widened as he nodded.

"Your mine"

"Bella . . . Bellatrix . . ."

Bellatrix jumped at the whisper of her own name, sucking in a deep breath as she pulled the blanket from over her head. She felt a soft hand pull her sticky curls and sweep them to the side of her forehead.

"Bella are you alright? Your shaking" Hermione whispered as she looked on the dark witch, noticing the fine sheen of sweat on her pale skin, and deep short panicked breaths. "Was it a nightmare?" Hermione asked still worried as she heard Bella continue to hyperventilate,

"Take slow deep breaths . . . It was just a dream, you're here with me and safe" Hermione continued to whisper she rubbed her hand over the Bella's shoulder in a soothing motion. This seemed to calm Bella as her breathing slowed. She looked at Hermione, her brown eyes full of concern over her. Bellatrix stared back at her for a second, remembering her anger from earlier, the snipped of conversation she had heard through the door as she remembered Hermione agreeing she would think about reconnecting with the Weasley boy. A sudden piercing of jealousy and possessiveness stung her as she remembered the words so cruelly spoken to her in her nightmare whisper through her mind,

Your mine . . .

Bellatrix pounced on top of the brunette pushing her down with her own body weight as she smothered Hermione's petite frame with her own. Hermione was taken aback as she felt Bellatrix move so quickly, her lips captured in a harsh kiss before she could blink.

Hermione felt like all her breath had been sucked out of her as she attempted to reciprocate. All kisses with Bellatrix had been timid, tender and gentle, but this was completely different. This was passionate. This was possessive. This was Bellatrix unleashed. Hermione could barely keep up Bellatrix tongue entered swirling into her own, her body pressed so tightly underneath, cold hands were suddenly felt roaming underneath her shirt and sliding up her torso, and Bella's thigh sending friction in her private area as it rubbed between Hermione's legs. Hermione gasped for air as Bella broke the kiss, immediately attacking her neck instead as she nipped harshly at her lobe. Hermione was overwhelmed by the sensation her breathing so rapid as she breathlessly moaned "Bella"

"Tell me your mine" Bellatrix hissed into her ear, the fingers of her left hand grazing dangerously up Hermione's torso.

Hermione moaned, words were lost on her, she was so flustered and the nagging feeling in the back of her head as she realised things were moving far too fast.

"Bel ... I" Hermione tried hard to string a sentence, barely able to concentrate as she felt Bellatrix's breath on her neck as she spoke again.

"Your mine!" she growled, in frustration, nipping at Hermione's neck.

"Mmmhh Bella no . . . bite" Hermione muffled as she suddenly felt Bellatrix freeze.

No

It echoed through Bellatrix's head as she recalled her own words ignored all those years ago. She pulled back from Hermione pulling herself upright with a look of horror on her face, as she looked back at the brunette with her glazed over eyes and ruffled hair, as she still lay catching her breath. Hermione looked at Bella seeing her face from the moonlight descending through the window, a look of horror on the raven witches face.

"Shit . . . I'm sorry" Bellatrix sobbed, before running out of the room completely.

The trees were thin in this part of the forest, there was little wildlife that would venture into this area from lack of protective cover. Even in the dead of night the moon shone so brightly through the thin branches of Scotch pine. In a small clearing on a grey smooth slanting boulder lay Bellatrix, sitting curled up with her arms crossed and face hidden, she had not moved for a while, only shivering from the cool air as it stirred occasionally around her. Her eyes were red and tear stained, though her tears had dried up long ago. It was a strange effect to feel so much emotion again, before she died it had been many years since she had shed tears, many years in Azkaban had made her alien to most emotion, except anger.

But in her teenage body they had come flooding back, along with each and every nightmare, every memory, and it had disturbed her more than she ever realised.

The nightmares had started the first night she slept in the meadow, some nights she dreaded falling asleep because she was unsure what waited her as she relived horrifying events of the life she had once lead. The murders, the pleas, the screams, the cold numbness of Azkaban, and of course the torture of Hermione, that had been the last nightmare that Bellatrix had experienced, the night before she found the very girl almost being eaten by the spider as she wandered through the forests, that night she had slept peacefully. Until tonight, this had been the first time she had ever relived her wedding night, something she had always hoped to successfully block out, and as she realised her forceful behaviour towards Hermione just hours ago, it had torn her apart.

The pureblood didn't register as the small dragon landed on her shoulder, whistling and nuzzling against her forehead as he jumped down in front to get her attention. She barely reacted as a warm body embraced her from behind, wrapping a blanket around cocooning them both in the cool air. She stirred slightly as a warm hand gently pulled her arm away from her shielded face. She finally realised she wasn't alone as she felt Hermione lovingly kiss away her dried tears.

Bellatrix was unsure how long they stayed on the forest floor, or when they had moved, lying closely cuddling together under the blanket, or when they had fallen asleep as the sun began to rise. Neither girl had said a word, sometimes it was better that talking was delayed at least for a short while.

Because sometimes, silence is all that is needed.

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