Chapter 3- His sin? Adultery

As you perhaps have noticed, Bellatrix is not as "insane" as she is in the books, since there is no Voldemort. However she is still rather cruel and hates everyone who isn't pureblood..

Bellatrix was going to stay for a whole week, Hermione learned. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that, to be honest. She tried to block out the memories from the day before but was reminded each time Bellatrix cast her that seductive look. Hermione would blush everytime and turn away quickly. She was busy cleaning tables when she felt a presense behind her. Looking up she saw her approaching, with that damn look on her face.

Hermione swallowed and stood straighter, their eyes now at the same level.

"Is cleaning all you do?" Her soft voice reached Hermione's ear and she licked her dry lips before answering.

"No, I also cook and take care of my masters finances when he's out travelling"

Bellatrix looked surprised, both of her eyebrows raised.

"You got brains. Kudos to Draco although I fail to understand how he could manage to capture something as .. fine.. as you"

Hermione felt her mind being clouded. She had never received such a compliment before. She was at a loss for words which Bellatrix noticed. She chuckled at her and began to play with her wand, rolling it back and forth between her fingers.

"Ever had a curse thrown at you? Draco must've used several to get you here" She answered her own question and suddenly directed her wand at Hermione who almost jumped in fear.

"Please" Hermione begged. She had seen what that wand could produce, Draco had used it on several occasions on the other maids, and of course on her as well.

"Is that what you did yesterday? Begged for him to fuck you?" Her voice cut through Hermione like a dagger who felt her eyes water at the accusation.

"No! You were there, you saw me! You saw that I..." Hermione was going to say that she had begged her with her eyes to save her from the man ravishing her.

"I saw you moaning in pleasure when you looked at me"

Hermione quickly shut her mouth, her thoughts whirling in her head.

"I know you want me.. Her-mi-o-ne" She teased her by dragging her nails down Hermione's arm, causing the young girl to shiver.

"I need to finish this, please leave m'am" Hermione's voice was shaking as she reached for the wet cloth on the table.

Bellatrix laughed and Hermione wondered why she was enjoying embarassing the hell out of her. She had never enjoyed something like that herself.

"Crucio!"

Hermione dropped the cloth and felt a sensation of burning pain spreading through her body. She tried not to bite on her own tongue as her body convulsed violently. It only lasted for a few seconds when Bellatrix was abruptly interrupted by a furious Lucius Malfoy.

"Bella what do you think you're doing!" His voice boomed down on them and Bellatrix pouted again.

"She begged for it" Bellatrix had the nerve to lie and winked one eye at Hermione who was silently watching them with her mouth open.

"I find that very hard to believe" Lucius said and eyed them both with scrutinizing eyes.

"If you can't keep your hands, or wand, off my property, I suggest you leave" His tone was dangerous, his nostrils flaring with anger.

"Sorry, it won't happen again" Bellatrix apologized but made an ugly face as he turned his back on them.

Hermione wasn't sure whether she should flee or stay put.

"I apologize to you as well, my dear girl" Bellatrix said and something shifted in her eyes which made Hermione feel strangely comfortable.

"I tend to get a bit... frisky sometimes, and when I do it's my wand that controls my actions" She grinned, showing off her white teeth.

Hermione only stared at her, wondering how the hell she was supposed to survive one week with this woman.

Later on the same evening Hermione was busy cleaning her own room when there was a knock on her door. She quickly put her necklace back on and opened the door to reveal Heather standing there with two cups of hot, steaming chocolate.

"Heather! Hurry come in" Hermione almost dragged her in and hurriedly shut the door behind her. Heather carefully placed the mugs on Hermione's bed side table and sat down, a huge grin on her face.

"I heard Bellatrix has taken an interest in you!" She almost shouted and Hermione placed a hand on her mouth.

"Sch! Someone can hear you" Hermione spoke quietly and silently cursed the girl for coming here. If someone found out they would both be punished for sure.

"Alright alright" Heather whispered and watched Hermione in silence as she finished dusting the bookcases. After five minutes their eyes connected and Hermione gave her a small smile. She went over and sat next to her and took both cups, handing one of them to Heather.

She took a sip from the hot choco and felt the sensation of the warm liquid running down her throat.

"Thanks" Hermione glanced at Heather who answered with a bright smile.

"I'm sorry for making so much noise, I'm not used to all of this... being silent-all-the-time-thing" Heather admitted and both girls chuckled.

Hermione caught the sight of her necklace in her reflection and she suddenly felt waves of sadness crashing down upon her, mixed with a strange sort of exhiliration.

"What did you mean Bellatrix has taken an interest in me?" She asked, her eyes still resting heavily on her necklace, she unconsciously fingered it as she spoke.

Heather swallowed too quickly, eager to answer Hermione's question. Some of the liquid ended up on her chin which she quickly wiped away with the back of her hand.

"Well, during dinner she could hardly take her eyes off of you. And someone told me, she wants you as her maid, and apparently when she has set her mind on something, she will get it by any means, even kill for it!" Heather's voice lowered dramatically at the end of the sentence and Hermione found herself drawn to what she had said. She contemplated it in silence as she kept drinking her choco.

"And why do you think that piece of information would excite me?" Hermione asked dully.

"Because, she's Bellatrix Lestrange! She's famous, everybody wants to serve her!" Heather kept ranting about how beautiful and wonderful she was and Hermione wondered how she could fail to see that she wasn't as excited.

"If you like her so much why don't you become her maid Heather?" Hermione said as she got up slowly from the bed. She walked over to the windowsill where she sat, her eyes resting on the fields outside. This was her home now. It wasn't luxurious and she wasn't exactly happy but it was what she was accustomed to. The thought of something new, something different, scared her immensely.

Heather studied her closely from where she was still sitting.

"But it's you she wants. She hasn't spoken a single word to me" Heather said as she dropped her head but Hermione was quiet. She sat there for what felt like hours and when she turned to respond Heather was gone.

The next morning Hermione was worried. She walked through the garden on the backside of the mansion, the mansion obscuring the sun, bathing it in shadow. The roots flew up as she tugged at the weed with all her strength. She tossed it aside and brushed the dirt off her hands on her apron. Seconds later the dark stains vanished, leaving no trace behind whatsoever. Hermione thought it weird for them to wear aprons when their clothes were magically altered to remove filth in mere seconds. But she guessed it was also about the appearance, after all Lucius couldn't show off his girls if they were all filthy, nobody would think highly of him if that happened.

Hermione had learned to control her frustration and anger, but she hadn't always been as obedient as now. The first month had been the worst, she had a hard time adjusting and was greeted with the Cruciatus curse on many occasions. She pulled on another set of weed that just wouldn't budge, as she thought about her first day at the mansion.

Flashback

June 1996

Hermione screamed and bit her attacker as he got close to her. The man, who seemed to be in his fourties, roared in anger as he uttered something and Hermione was thrown off her feet. She had just been attacked by a blonde boy about her age, had gone through some strange tunnel with the strangest sensation she'd ever felt and found herself in a gigantic house with the weirdest decorating style. A woman, also blonde Hermione registered was standing next to her husband, tending to his wound. Hermione groaned but lay still as the pair came closer. The blonde man had a stick aimed at her, which he seemed to have withdrawn from his cane(?) and Hermione automatically shielded herself using her hands.

"Filthy piece of mudblood, how dare you attack me? CRUCIO!" He bellowed and Hermione felt a pain she'd never felt before, it was hard to describe but it felt as though her skin was opened and someone poured oil onto it only to set it on fire. Several moments later she could no longer hold back; she threw up.

The blonde woman made a disgusted noise and flicked her wand, removing the puddle of puke next to Hermione.

"You are now a part of this household. This is Rose, she will help you adjust and will also show you to your chamber" Lucius spoke in a bored tone and Hermione blinked in confusion. Exactly what were they expecting her to do?

"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand" But as Rose stepped in she felt her heart drop. She was wearing a maid's outfit and Hermione put the pieces together quickly.

"I- I can't do that, I have to go to school, my parents,-"

Lucius interrupted her with a snort of irritation.

"Quit babbling, there is no need for schooling, everything you need to learn is right here" He spoke and nodded towards Rose who ambled over to her.

When they were alone in the hallway Hermione turned to the woman called Rose.

"Please you have to help me, I can't stay here, please show me the way out!" Hermione tugged at her shirt desperately. Rose gave her a sad smile.

"I'm sorry but if I did that, they would surely torture me to death"

Hermione felt her whole body tremble. How the hell had she gotten into this mess? When they were inside Hermione's chamber she remember another question she had to ask.

"And what were those.. weapons? What are they?"

Rose fluffed the pillows and checked the wardrobe to see if her uniform had arrived before she turned, meeting Hermione's ancitipated gaze.

"They are of a wizardkind my dear, magic" She stretched out her fingers and waved them to emphasize the word magic.

"But that's impossible! There's no such thing as magic!" Hermione said as she bounced down on the bed, feeling as though she had been cast into an odd nightmare.

TBC

Oh yes there is Hermione.. there is..

I am really enjoying writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it.

*sends kisses*
/Lisachan