A/N: Hey guys, I really like this chapter, so, I'm posting it. I got up and walked my fat ass to the library so this can go up. So, I hope y'all like it. I promise that this story will earn its M rating…I'm getting there, trust me. :) Oh, and the Poem in this story, well, that is mine, all mine!

Snorbie – I really hate ron. I couldn't wait to kill him off, obviously. Haha. I'm going to work on slowing the story down. I have up to Ch5 fully typed up, so hopefully, ch6 will be a bit slower…maybe…its almost done too.

Berserkeroo – I will try to be more descriptive. I always thought Voldemort and Bellatrix were talented enough to just broke through, but, I will work on it. :)

Jonny2 - Я хотел бы узнать. Сейчас я использую перевод в интернете, и я надеюсь, что это выходит право. Я использовал некоторые греческие буквы, а также русские буквы. Я рад, что вы читаете мой рассказ. Спасибо. :)

Darkshadow-lord – Thank you, sweetie. I wanted Voldemort to be a good guy, and I figured this was the way to do it. He does see Bella like a daughter, and I will get to that later in the story.

BEAUTIFUL WITH YOU (B.P.O.V.)

I walked out of the shower, seeing the note on the counter left for me.

"Bellatrix, I'm going for a jog, I should be back in 30 minutes. I need to think about everything that is going on. If you want to be with me, then, you need to know some of my concerns, we can talk about them when I get back, if you're still here.

-Hermione"

I smiled, I felt like a school girl with a crush, but, I know it was more that. Most of the time, when I take a girl, it's about dominance, not this time, though. I wanted to woo her, win her, be her's.

I sat on the bed, grabbed some parchment and a quill. I never wrote anything for someone, but, upon occasion, I did write some poetry.

"My eyes,

Glued to yours,

Nothing I can do,

But stare across the room,

Into the beauty of you,

Wanting to touch you,

Hold you,

Wondering if it's time to give up,

Try to move on,

But your eyes keep me here,

My feet planted,

I'm not going anywhere,

Cause you're worth the wait,

The possible heartbreak,

Cause I want to wake up every morning,

Go to sleep every night,

With you by my side,

You're so beautiful,

Your soul so amazing,

Perfect in every way,

Truly a honor to gaze at you,

To smile at your words,

To know such a beauty."

It was about the first time I laid eyes on her, at the Department of Mysteries. She was so beautiful and I told the Dark Lord that day that I wanted her, he told me to get over it because a mudblood swot and had no place being in the heart, or mind, of the most talented witch in the world. I tried, I tried so hard to get her out of my mind. But, I have always found myself in the shadows watching the beautiful, younger, witch, for years. She has become really good with a wand, I knew Severus was training her, he was second best to me. The Dark Lord now knew my 'obsession' went further than lust. I couldn't tell if it was love, but, I knew I would do anything for her.

"What's that?" I was snapped out on my thoughts, I looked over, Hermione was leaning against the door frame looking at the parchment still gripped in my hands. I stood up, walking over to her, and handed her the poem. I couldn't read her face as she read the poem.

"Did you write this?" She asked.

"Yes." I admitted. "It's about the first time I saw you." I blushed and hung my head.

Hermione lifted my chin, locking eyes with me. "It's beautiful." she smiled, taking a step toward me, capturing my lips with her own in a soft kiss.

I was the one to break the kiss, I didn't want to, but I needed to. "Your note said that you have some concerns?"

She sat on the bed, lowering her head as she spoke. "I don't know how I feel about you. Don't get me wrong, I like you, you're beautiful and smart, but I don't know if I'm in love with you. What if I don't chose to go with you and the Dark Lord? Will he kill me? What happens if I do go with you? I betray my friends, the Order. They will try to kill me along with all the Death Eaters. What if we don't work out? Do I die? I don't want to take the Dark Mark, it's not how I am." I could tell she was troubled with everything that was going on.

I sat next to her, "Hermione," I put my hand in her's, causing her to look up, to look at me. "I'm not sure that I love you yet, I know, for years I have wanted to call you mine. I know that the way I feel about you goes deeper than just liking you. If you don't chose me, I won't let him kill you, if you must die, I will do it. It's the only way to make sure you're not raped and tortured. And if they are truly your friends, they will not see us as a betrayal. They will be happy that you have someone that makes you happy and that you might have found love. And, they wouldn't be able to get close enough to cast a hex your way. You won't be forced to take the Mark, Cissy doesn't have the Mark, but you will have to prove your loyalties. I will always try to protect you, no matter what side you are on, and I will not stand in your way if you want to walk away. The chose is yours and only yours, I will respect whatever you decide." I never looked away from the younger witch's eyes. As soon as I was done with my speech, Hermione attacked my lips with her own, she showed so much passion, tears spilt onto my cheeks. I knew right then who she would chose.