A/N I am sooo sorry you guys. Halloween is crazy for me and class ran late.
Enjoy!
Hermione held her smoke form as Bellatrix taught her, focusing on moving as if she were a force of nature, the trail black with dark magic. It was the best form of travel she had experienced, enjoying the feeling of flying without the stupid broomstick. Hermione felt it coursing through her veins, knowing Bellatrix felt the same thing she did. Brandishing her wand, she cast destructive spells toward the Burrow, circling in the opposite direction as Bellatrix. They were aiming to draw out the occupants before they set the building ablaze. Hermione laughed, dancing along the edge as tiny figures exited the house. She rushed past them, into the field below as Bellatrix set fire to their surroundings. Hermione let Bellatrix feed off her magic to maintain the fire as Harry managed to slip through, chasing the dark witch through the field. Hermione felt Bellatrix shift the spell to her and held it, keeping the ring of fire intact and as unbearable as she could without harming the family. It wouldn't be long before someone put it out, but all she had to do was buy Bellatrix time.
Bellatrix tore through the fields, Potter desperately chasing after her. She laughed, insanity coloring it, allowing herself to dance on the edge. Potter was flinging spells in her general direction, most of them flying wide, but the occasional one coming close. She deflected them easily, marveling at the stupidity of the Boy-Who-Lived. She could tell he was blindly throwing spells where he thought she was and he was struggling to keep up.
"Ickle baby Potter! Lost his Golden Girl to the big, bad Death Eater. She's not so golden now, is she? I bet you felt like a fool when you found out. How does it feel Potter, knowing you couldn't keep the one you needed most? How does it feel knowing she's in my arms every night?" Bellatrix taunted, mask amplifying her voice and disguising her location. Harry heard the voice from every direction, his rage rising at the Death Eater's words.
"You're lying! Hermione would never!" he denied, breathing heavily and trying to determine where the Death Eater was.
"Do you really believe that? Hermione isn't who you thought she is, Potter. She is mine!" Bellatrix screamed.
"She is not your property! She's a person!" Harry quietly began moving in the direction he thought the Death Eater was, hoping to sneak up on her.
"Speaking from experience, Potter? She is not my property. She is my equal! She has made her choice! She has chosen me over you! How does it feel? How does it feel to know that no matter what you do she'll never go back to the Order?" Bellatrix let out another laugh. She allowed Harry to get a few steps closer before taking off again. He followed, barely managing to keep pace and still blindly flinging spells. She could sense the rage in the boy, potent and fueling him. She would have to dial back, she did not want a repeat of that night at the Ministry.
Hermione let the fire dissipate, knowing Bellatrix had successfully led Harry far enough away from the Burrow. She could hear the exchange and stayed quiet, planning on ambushing the family should they attempt to follow. She waited, hidden in the field. They looked around, trying to determine which direction Harry had run off in. Hermione took the opportunity to stun them, sending numerous wordless and some wandless stunners toward the family, sending weaker ones at her allies who let themselves be hit. Ron was not spared this fate and was hit with a particularly powerful Flipendo. Arthur and Molly easily deflected the spells and she prepared herself for a duel against the two. She felt spells coming at her and wandlessly erected a shield, firing off a flurry of jinxes and stunners. She did not intend to harm them, but if it came to it she would. The couple did the best they could to deflect or dodge Hermione's spells, but they were not fast enough to avoid all of them.
Hermione felt a spike in Bellatrix's magic and she quickly ensured the family was unconscious and mostly unharmed before taking off in the direction of Bellatrix's magic. Midstride, she shifted into her leopard form, blending into her surroundings and covering more ground. She followed the cinnamon and pine, running full speed toward Bellatrix and Harry. She couldn't help the panic in her system that something was not right and she urged her muscles to propel her faster. Nearing the two, Hermione slowed, shifting back and catching her breath as she observed Harry pointing his wand menacingly at Bellatrix. She was on the ground, having gotten caught by the debris of a Confringo. The dark witch noticed her but did not react, not wanting Harry to see Hermione yet. Hermione waited, knowing it was not the right moment.
"She can change her mind! I know she's not evil! There's no way she would ever choose you!" Harry shouted, not even fooling himself. Hermione bristled, silencing the growl at Harry's words. She felt magic flow through her system, pushing her to attack the boy but she refrained. It was still to early.
"You don't sound too convinced, Potter. Worried she might actually be a Death Eater? I assure you, she is. A fine one, too. And so incredibly fun to play with." Bellatrix laughed as Harry's face contorted with anger. She knew he would attempt to curse her, now that Hermione was here she would let him try. Hermione felt Harry gathering his magic to hex Bellatrix and readied herself.
"Expelliarmus!" she shouted, stopping Harry as he began to cast a hex. His wand flew into her hand and she deftly caught it, her own still aimed at the boy. Her magic was singing and she felt the urge to keep casting, to render his body useless. Bellatrix stood, moving to stand behind the youngest Death Eater, an arm snaking around her waist. She waved her wand over the girl's mask, revealing her face as Harry stared in shock. She let her nails dig into Hermione's hip, centering the young witch.
"Hello, Harry. Miss me?" she said, insanity peeking through her words.
"Hermione, what has she done to you? We can help, you just have to let us!"
"She gave me the truth, Harry, something the Order kept from me. I do not need your help, nor do I want it." Hermione inhaled sharply as Bellatrix nipped her neck.
"Hermione, you can still come back to us," he pleaded, moving to take a step forward. Hermione loosed a spell, letting it hit the ground in front of Harry to keep him from moving towards her.
"Easy, love. Not so rough," Bellatrix chided.
"I am not coming back, Potter. I have a proper home." Hermione threw his wand to the ground, Apparating herself and Bellatrix back to the Manor. She did not trust herself to maintain control. Narcissa was still in the garden where she had been when the two witches left, awaiting their return. They briefly appeared in front of her, just long enough to assure her they were safe before they were gone again. Narcissa recognized the look in Hermione and her sister's eyes, knowing she could do nothing for them. They needed each other.
Hermione roughly pinned Bellatrix against the door to their room, pushing her leg between Bellatrix's and roughly biting down on her neck. Bellatrix gripped Hermione's hair tightly, pulling hard as she felt the skin on her neck give way to Hermione's teeth. Her head fell back against the door as she ground against Hermione's leg. Hermione swiftly banished the dark witch's clothes, pushing the witch harder against the door. Bellatrix allowed the aggression, knowing Hermione needed it and loving this side of the young witch. She had always enjoyed the darker side of pleasure and Hermione's roughness was arousing. She could feel wetness gather between her legs as Hermione trailed hot kisses down her chest, roughly latching onto a nipple, sucking on the skin hard before biting down. Bellatrix arched into the young witch, moaning as she dug her fingers into Hermione's scalp. Hermione wasted no time giving the same attention to her other nipple, fingers sliding through wet folds. She couldn't help the growl that passed her lips, her eyes nearly black with arousal. Bellatrix tugged roughly at bushy hair, doing her best to keep Hermione grounded enough to drag herself back to solid ground. They had both danced the edge too carelessly tonight but Bellatrix had returned faster than Hermione at the ministrations of the young witch.
"Hermione," she growled.
Biting the dark witch's neck, Hermione roughly thrust two fingers into Bellatrix. Her head fell back against the door, eyes closing as Hermione continued her assault. She couldn't stop the moans that spilled from her at the hard and fast thrusts of the young witch paired with bites along her throat. Hermione added a third finger, not slowing her pace as she felt Bellatrix tightening around her. Curling her fingers slightly, Hermione pressed fully against her Death Eater, trailing teeth across her jaw, marveling as the older witch came undone.
"Fuck, Hermione," Bellatrix gasped, tugging Hermione's hair, arching into her soulmate, grinding down on unforgiving fingers. Hermione removed her fingers, licking them clean, watching Bellatrix as she came back to herself. Hermione suddenly found herself pinned against the door, clothes banished. Bellatrix pressed herself completely against the younger witch, pinning her in place as she bit her way from Hermione's throat to her chest. Stopping to bite pink nipples, Bellatrix flicked Hermione's clit with her thumb, satisfied with the moan. She continued her journey down, pausing at Hermione's hip to roughly bite the soft flesh, leaving a bruise. Hermione's hands tangled in her hair, gripping curls tightly in her fists. She was panting, head pressing into the door, trying to urge Bellatrix on. Bellatrix settled on her knees between Hermione's thighs, leaving a trail of bruised bite marks up one of them before wrapping her mouth around Hermione's clit, simultaneously thrusting two fingers into her. They slid in easily and Hermione released a raw moan as Bellatrix's set a fast pace, alternating between biting and teasing her clit. Hermione's grip on onyx curls tightened, reaching her climax fast. Bellatrix curled her fingers as she thrust, giving Hermione a final bite on her clit as the young witch climaxed hard.
"Bellatrix, fuck," Hermione managed, limbs shaking, chest heaving. Bellatrix slipped her fingers into her mouth, enjoying the taste of her soulmate as she rose from the floor.
"Easy, love. Glad to have you back but feel free to do that anytime," Bellatrix whispered, carrying Hermione to their bed, laying the young witch down.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Nothing I didn't enjoy, love."
"Thank you, Bella. I wasn't sure I would make it back."
"You'll always make it back so long as I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere. You did beautifully tonight."
"Bella, what exactly happened? I've never felt that before."
"Battlelust. It's thrilling but it's easy to lose yourself to. It takes time to get used to feeling it while still being yourself."
"How come it didn't feel like that before?"
"You weren't attacking another person before. When you're fighting another person the effects are different. You feel invincible. When you're just destroying things there's only the fun of destruction."
"Thank you, Bella. For letting me take what I needed."
"I will always give you whatever you need, Hermione. You gave me what I need, too." Bellatrix pulled Hermione to her, resting her chin on bushy brown hair. Hermione relaxed into her soulmate, pressing gentle kisses to the bruises along her throat. Bellatrix hummed, closing her eyes as she magically covered them with the blanket. Hermione nuzzled into her witch, arms wrapping securely around the dark witch's torso. Encompassed in the warmth of Bellatrix and the blanket, Hermione drifted to sleep, the breathing of the Death Eater her lullaby.
The next morning had the two witches in Hermione's island home, bruises proudly displayed as they waited for the Dark Lord to finish meeting with Severus. Several of the passing Death Eaters exchanged knowing glances with each other and the two witches. They were not unsettled by the slightly odd relationship, Bellatrix was more stable and had not hexed any of them since the night of the Ministry incident. She was still prone to violent outbursts but Hermione quickly tempered the Death Eater, easily soothing her before she could cause any damage. The Death Eaters enjoyed Hermione, her sense of humor was dark and she was always willing to learn what they had to teach. They did not care that she was so much younger, she was a fast learner and they respected her and her position as Lieutenant. She didn't pull rank unless there were no other options and she brought fresh ideas to the group.
"Good morning Bellatrix, Hermione. Fun night?" Severus greeted, a slight smirk on his face as he saw the two Death Eaters.
"I'm sure you already know the answer to that, Sev," Bellatrix said, a smirk of her own on her face.
"Good morning, Severus. How are you?" Hermione asked, a faint blush coloring her face at the forwardness of the two.
"I am excellent. Dumbledore has appointed me as the DADA professor. Hogwarts has a new Potions Master."
"Congratulations, I know you've been trying for that position for years. Maybe you can give Potter and Weasley some grief for me."
"I am a Professor, Ms. le Fay, I will conduct myself in a professional manner. I cannot believe you would suggest showing such bias toward a former student," he teased.
"Of course, how unfair of me. Clearly, you could never do such a thing," she joked. Bellatrix smiled at the two.
"Sorry to cut this short but we have a report to make," she interrupted, placing a hand on Hermione's arm.
"Indeed. The Order is working frantically to restore the Burrow. Good day," Severus said, taking his leave from the island.
Bellatrix slid her hand down Hermione's arm, lacing their fingers together as they entered the drawing room where the Dark Lord was waiting for them. They dropped into a bow, hands still clasped between them. Seeing his Lieutenants, the Dark Lord smiled. Severus had told him of the Order's attempts to restore the Burrow but he wanted to hear from the two witches what had transpired.
"Good morning. Please, sit. I can't wait to hear about the mission."
Hermione and Bellatrix took turns recounting the events of the night, occasionally sharing glances but mostly focused on the Dark Lord. Their hands were still together, solidifying their connection. The Dark Lord had noticed the bruises on the two and knew they had been the perfect match for each other's insanity. He could not remember a time when Bellatrix was so calm. She had always been rational, but it was overwritten by her instability most times. He knew he had made the right choice in assisting Narcissa's search for Hermione. They finished, waiting patiently for his approval of their success.
"Congratulations. The two of you have exceeded my expectations. Hermione, you are becoming quite skilled in using your magic. Bellatrix has been an excellent teacher for you and I have no doubt the two of you will continue to improve. I daresay not even Dumbledore and I could best the two of you if we unified forces. I am glad you are on this side of the war." The Dark Lord had no problem sharing this information with the two witches. He knew they were not seeking power, they were seeking change. He held no fear that his Lieutenants would attempt to usurp him.