A/N I did it! I managed to get this chapter out, as promised. I spent the majority of the weekend concerned with my Dungeons and Dragons game so I didn't work as much as I had hoped to. I hope you all enjoyed your weekend (even without updates). The stage is nearly set for the end. It's exciting but it's also bittersweet. There are still plenty of updates to come, and once I have an actual number, I'll let you all know how much more you can expect.
Enjoy!
Kyndet flicked his tail back and forth, watching Hermione from where he sat. The room was dark but he had no trouble seeing. Hermione was in bed, her back against Bellatrix's front. The two witches were sitting up, Bellatrix's back against the headboard. Her hands toyed with the hem of Hermione's shirt, nails occasionally brushing Hermione's skin. Kyndet perched at the foot of the bed, his tail hanging off. He chirped and Hermione patted the spot next to her. He prowled forward, the action cat-like. Hermione and Bellatrix smiled, the former reaching out her hand for Kyndet to nuzzle.
"Hello, Kyndet," Hermione whispered, scratching behind the ridges on his head. He chirped in greeting.
"Hermione's been seeing magic, Kyndet."
When did it start?
"A few weeks ago. After I separated the soul fragment for Nagini and returned it to the Dark Lord."
What does it look like to you?
"It looks like ribbons of color. It's faint most times but when people feel strong emotions it's brighter. It gives me a headache."
What you have been seeing is the magic bound to souls. That is why it changes. Your eyes are not meant to see such things, that is why it hurts.
"What do I do?" Hermione's voice caught in her throat. Fear flashed through her at what Kyndet's response might be. Would she go blind? She would never be able to read again. She would never see Bellatrix's face, wouldn't be able to admire the dark beauty she would be marrying. Her breaths came fast and jagged. Bellatrix murmured in her ear, stroking Hermione's sides soothingly.
Breathe. I have a solution. Look through my eyes.
"How?"
Use Legillimency. The bond will allow you to see through my eyes. It should make it easier.
Bellatrix rubbed Hermione's shoulders. She pressed kisses to Hermione's cheek, humming softly. She was calming down but thoughts still ran through her mind. What if it didn't work? Bellatrix shushed her, driving the thought from her mind.
"Legillimens," she whispered, gripping Bellatrix's arm tightly. Her view of the world changed. Suddenly, she was looking at herself and Bellatrix, color enveloped them, constantly changing but always matching each other. One moment it was blue, then green, then purple. Hermione saw her breath catch in her chest, saw Bellatrix whisper something in her ear. Hermione pulled out of Kyndet's mind, the world spinning as she reoriented. She slowly released her grip on Bellatrix's arm, stretching her stiff fingers. Hermione blinked a few times, vision still not right.
"Sorry, Bella," she mumbled.
"Don't worry about it, love."
"Everything looks so strange."
It should only be like that for a day or two.
"Should? What happens after that?" Hermione felt a vague panic rising again.
Relax, Hermione. Your vision will return to normal and the light will be more bearable.
"How does that work?"
Dragon eyes were meant to see magic. You have looked through dragon eyes. Your magic will change your eyes so you can see what you have been catching glimpses of.
"Thank you, Kyndet," Hermione said, rubbing under the dragon's chin. He chirped happily, rubbing his head against her thigh.
"Thank you," Bellatrix whispered to Kyndet.
"Bella, I have to see if Draco got the apple through," Hermione whispered, sliding her hands over Bellatrix's.
"Do you have to?"
"You can come with me."
"I guess," Bellatrix sighed dramatically, earning a smile from Hermione.
"You're ridiculous."
"Only for you." Bellatrix urged Hermione off the bed, Kyndet perching on the young witch's shoulder. Bellatrix drew Hermione close with a single arm around her waist, fingers playfully squeezing her hip. Hermione turned her head and kissed Bellatrix on the cheek. Bellatrix grinned broadly tugging Hermione by her waist. The two witches strolled through the halls until they reached the drawing room. Hermione stood in front of the cabinet, Bellatrix taking a seat on the couch and Kyndet perching on the arm of a chair. Hermione muttered something Bellatrix didn't hear, opening the cabinet and turning to her. Hermione's eyes were shining with joy.
"It worked. Look." Hermione held the apple at arm's length, proudly displaying it to Bellatrix and Kyndet.
"You two are incredible," Bellatrix laughed, waltzing over to Hermione. She took a bite of the apple, gripping Hermione's wrist lightly as she did so.
"What did you do that for?"
"So he knows it works."
"I could have just told him, Bella.
"My way is more fun."
"I suppose."
"Are you going to send it back?" Bellatrix released Hermione's wrist.
"Yes." Hermione placed the apple back in the cabinet, muttering another spell. She grabbed her journal, penning a short message to Draco.
"Are we done?" Bellatrix asked, faint impatience leaking into her voice.
"Yes, Bella. We're done. What do you want to do?"
"I can think of a few things," Bellatrix whispered, pulling Hermione against her.
"Like what?"
Bellatrix Apparated them back to their room, sliding her hands along Hermione's waist. She leaned forward, placing kisses along Hermione's jawline. Hermione hummed, tilting her head and swiftly undoing the laces on Bellatrix's corset. She tossed it to the side, brushing her thumbs over Bellatrix's nipples. Bellatrix sucked in a breath, sliding her hands under Hermione's shirt and up her sides. Hermione turned her head, capturing Bellatrix's lips with her own. She ran her tongue over Bellatrix's bottom lip, sliding her tongue against the dark witch's. She cupped Bellatrix's breasts in her hands, thumbs running teasing circles around her nipples. Bellatrix tipped her head back, breaking the kiss with a gasp. Hermione smirked, leaning forward to wrap her lips around Bellatrix's nipple. She circled it with her tongue, one hand sliding lower. Bellatrix moaned softly, backing Hermione to the bed. The young witch felt the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she quickly turned them, pushing Bellatrix into a sitting position on the bed. She released Bellatrix's nipple with a soft bite.
"Hermione," Bellatrix breathed, pulling the young witch's shirt off and tossing it aside. She tangled her hands in bushy brown hair as Hermione slowly kissed her way across the expanse of Bellatrix's neck and down her torso, sinking to her knees. Hermione removed Bellatrix's skirt and underwear with one pull, settling between the dark witch's legs. She kissed along the inside of one thigh, hands holding Bellatrix's hips steady. Bellatrix tilted her head back, quiet moans and gasps leaving her lips. Hermione reached the apex of her thighs, placing teasing kisses everywhere except where Bellatrix wanted them. She gripped Hermione's hair tighter, guiding her subtly. Hermione chuckled, the action sending vibrations through Bellatrix.
"Fuck, Hermione," she gasped. She could feel the slickness between her legs, knew Hermione was teasing her. Hermione smirked, obliging Bellatrix. Her lips latched onto the dark witch's clit, flicking it with her tongue. She felt Bellatrix's hips buck and gripped them tighter to keep them still. She ran her tongue through Bellatrix's folds, grazing her clit with her teeth. Bellatrix's breath caught in her throat, legs wrapping around Hermione's shoulders. Hermione continued, bringing Bellatrix closer to her climax with every bite, lick, and flick until it was too much for the dark witch. A raw moan passed her lips as her thighs clenched around Hermione's shoulders hips bucking against Hermione's hands. Hermione slowed, coaxing small moans from Bellatrix as she guided her down from her climax. She stopped when she felt Bellatrix's thighs loosen around her head, pulling back slightly and licking her lips.
"Was that what you had in mind?" she teased. Bellatrix chuckled, loosening her grip on Hermione's hair and allowing the young witch to stand.
"You still have clothes on."
"Do something about it."
"I just might," Bellatrix husked, gripping Hermione's waist and pulling her onto her lap. She banished the rest of Hermione's clothes, a shiver running down Hermione's spine. Bellatrix moaned at the sensation of Hermione's wetness against her thigh, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her throat. Hermione sucked in a breath, shifting against Bellatrix's leg. The dark witch swiftly slid two fingers into Hermione, setting a steady pace as the young witch tilted her head back. Her fingers slid easily in and out of Hermione and she curled her fingers slightly with each thrust, earning a constant stream of gasps and moans. Her lips continued their downward path, stopping at Hermione's breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth, sucking softly before biting down. Hermione's moan caught in her throat, no sound passing her lips. Bellatrix felt Hermione's walls flutter around her fingers and she slowed her pace. She felt hands wind into her hair and she detached from Hermione's nipple, placing lingering kisses on her cheek. Hermione rested her forehead against Bellatrix's breaths coming fast. Bellatrix smirked, removing her fingers from Hermione. Hermione's head slid to Bellatrix's shoulder and the dark witch licked her fingers clean.
"Merlin, Bella."
Bellatrix laughed, pulling Hermione so they were both laying on the bed. "How do you feel? How are your eyes?"
"I feel fantastic. Things still look weird but don't worry, you're as beautiful as ever." Hermione smiled lazily, pressing her forehead against Bellatrix's.
"You should take it easy until they're back to normal."
"That sounds like an excuse to stay in bed."
"What else would we do? We can't go anywhere."
Hermione sighed, the reminder of her confinement to the Manor and her properties bitter. "I know. Bed with you sounds perfect, though."