Chapter 4- Her sin? Lust
Bella/Hermione action in this chapter as well as the appearance of Narcissa. Dedicating this chapter to my friends Mysteriousflower, laimposteur and FlamingToads, because they're such sweethearts.
Lucius watched the girl from where he was standing by the window. He was feeling more smitten with her by the minute. The way her skin glowed in the sun, the way her hair turned a shade lighter whenever she moved. All those things he noticed but he wouldn't dare say that he was falling in love. That had only happened once in his life and he knew it would never happen again. He watched as Hermione struggled with the grass growing all around the otherwise perfect garden. She stood still for a moment and wiped the sweat off her forehead with her sleeve. An hour had passed and she was now bathed in the sunlight. Her clothes seemed uncomfortably warm against her body and she tried to shift so the fabric wouldn't paste onto her skin.
Lucius heard the door open and he quickly jumped down from the windowsill to which he had taken a seat only a second earlier. He saw his wife standing in the doorway and smiled.
"Darling, where have you been?" His smooth voice always worked for him; she smiled and approached her husband, her arms extended to him.
"I visited Margaret and we were out shopping. I found this lovely chandelier, it will be perfect in the drawing room" Narcissa spoke as she kissed her husband on the lips. Lucius smiled as an idea formed in his mind.
He bent down his head and kissed her with fervor and she responded with a moan. He pulled on her hair, exposing her throat and sucked on her pulsepoint which earned a gasp from the blonde witch.
"Lucius, what has gotten into you?" She looked at him but he only started to fidget with the buttons on her dress.
"I need you, now" His voice was husky and Narcissa couldn't help but feeling a tingling sensation in her belly.
"But I was going to show you,-" She started to speak but was interrupted when he bit down on her neck, hard. Narcissa yelled in protest and backed away from the man, her hand covering the bleeding wound.
"What on earth do you think you're doing!"
Lucius blinked, failing to understand what he had done wrong. He was sick of the vanilla sex they had, he wanted more.. he wanted..
"I want to tie you up" He said before he could stop himself. Narcissa's eyes widened and she backed away further, her hand reaching for the door knob.
Bellatrix sat alone in the living room, her feet resting on the coffee table. She was chewing on some strange snack Draco had brought her. She had to remind herself to scold him next time she saw him, he must be taught not to eat crap like this. Throwing the rest of the snack on the carpet behind her she saw her sister appearing in the doorway, looking flustered.
"Cissy? What's wrong?" Bellatrix felt guilty for not having visited her sister since before last summer and silently promised to make it up to her.
"It's.. Lucius.. he's mad!" Her voice was trembling and Bellatrix felt a sting in her chest, feeling sorry for her sister. She noticed that her neck was bleeding and stood.
"Cissy you're bleeding" Walking over to her she retrieved her wand and placed the tip on the wounded flesh.
"Vulnera sanantur" She whispered and the wound quickly healed itself.
"My dear, Lucius being mad is no news" Bellatrix tried to console her but had never been good at making people feel better. It was usually the other way around.
Narcissa didn't pay her words any attention and started to pace around the room, muttering under her breath. Bellatrix watched as her sister murmured things she couldn't hear and wondered if she had found out about Lucius little side-step the other night. If she didn't, it was about time somebody told her.
"Cissy I have to tell you something and I don't think it's going to make you any happier" She said and crossed her arms over her chest, awaiting Narcissa's response. The blonde turned around, her attention focused on Bella as she sat down in the sofa again.
"What? Bella, tell me what?"
"That your precious husband spent some quality time with one of your maids the other night. Tore the poor thing apart" She said and felt joyous at the thought of what Narcissa would do to him. Narcissa's eyes seemed to shrink until her pupils were nothing but small dots and her nostrils flared as she breathed in and out, trying to control the rage that was building up inside of her. That was the difference between her and Bella. She didn't yell or break things when she was angry. However, this was a betrayal of the worst kind and she found herself pulling out her wand as she walked out of the room and down the corridor, back to where she had come from just a few minutes ago.
Bellatrix chuckled and contemplated whether she should follow her, after all this would be something she wouldn't want to miss. Shrugging, she got up from the green velvet sofa and followed her sister, a content smile on her face.
Hermione inspected her work with narrowing eyes, the sun was making it harder and harder to get anything done. She readjusted her bun that was now hanging loosely down her neck and looked up to see Heather running across the field towards her.
"Hermione come quickly!"
She had an agitated look on her face and Hermione frowned, feeling worried. Was someone in trouble? She darted towards the mansion, colliding with Heather who didn't move when Hermione ran towards her. Heather held onto her hand and they scurried inside quickly, Hermione asking what on earth was going on.
But as soon as they entered they could hear the sound of something breaking and someone screaming, a woman. The two girls looked at each other for a split second before they both ran up the stairs and towards the direction where the sound had come from. Hermione could feel her heart beat increase and her palms becoming sweaty. When they reached the drawing room Hermione had to stifle a gasp. Heather wasn't as succesful.
"Blimey!"
The three figures snapped their heads up and all eyes were directed towards them. Hermione unconsciously took a step back, her hand searching for Heathers. It was a small comfort. Lucius' clothes were torn, the curls on his chest-hair visible. His robe seemed to have been caught on fire as smoke still erupted from them. He looked as though he was going to curse all of them but at the same time he seemed.. embarrassed. The room was in disarray, the walls and bookcases had several black stains, apparently Narcissa had tried to hex him several times before she succeeded. Narcissa's pale eyes were scanning Hermione up and down, her eyes lingering on Hermione's heaving chest.
"Was it her?" She asked, her voice dangerous, her finger pointing towards Hermione who started to tremble in fear. Hermione looked at Bellatrix, her eyes pleading for mercy. The dark haired witch seemed at a loss for words. She just stood there, watching them.
"I said, WAS IT HER?" Narcissa screamed so loudly that Lucius actually jumped. It was rather amusing to watch and Hermione would've enjoyed it if she didn't know the hell she was about to go through.
Lucius put both his hands up in defense. His wand seemed to have been taken from him. Oh, Bellatrix was holding it, Hermione noted.
"Love, please. It meant nothing. She came on to me, it's her you should punish" His words hit Hermione's chest like ice daggers and she wanted to scream in protest.
Hermione heard a sound and realised that Bellatrix had just snorted. Narcissa's eyes landed on her sister, a questioning glare on her face.
"What a complete lie. He raped the poor girl. I saw it" Bellatrix stated calmly and Hermione could feel her cheeks burn. As if she hadn't been humiliated enough, now Heather also knew what had happened that night.. Hermione felt her legs give in and she fell into a heap on the floor, crying. She hid her face behind her hands and pretended that she was all alone and that nothing and noone around her existed. She could feel someone patting her back, undoubtly Heather, she could tell from the fragrance that wafted into her nose as she kept sobbing.
She could hear the soft clicking of Narcissa's heels as she gained in on them and Hermione shut her eyes even tighter, in hopes that she would go away and leave her alone.
"Please don't hurt her m'am!"
She could hear Heather protesting and loved the girl for her bravery. A true friend. She could hear Narcissa inhale deeply before answering.
"Leave us, I need to speak with this one"
Heather lingered for a moment before she gave Hermione a quick peck on the cheek and left. She was still hiding behind her hands, afraid to look anywhere but the insides of her eyelids.
"Stand, girl"
Hermione contemplated whether she should just run and pray to God that she would be killed in a painless way. In the end she forced herself to look up, her chocolate brown eyes meeting the blue one's of Narcissa. Hermione tried to read her emotionless face but failed. She was an ice queen. Slowly she stood up, her arms dangling down her sides.
Narcissa broke the eye-contact and called on her sister and husband.
"Leave us, I want to be alone with her"
The two left the room quickly, Bellatrix sending Hermione a look which Hermione refused to acknowledge. Narcissa ushered her in and closed the door behind her. Hermione's breathing quickened as she realised she was now alone with Narcissa, the wife to Lucius who had slept with her two nights ago.
Narcissa scanned her eyes again and Hermione found herself blushing under her gaze. She had always had a small crush on the woman; she was beautiful, flawless. Which made this all the worse.
"I know my husband, and he wouldn't cheat on me. However.. you have worked here for more than a year now and I have never sensed this in you" Narcissa spoke with such a calm and collected voice that Hermione dared to respond.
"I didn't seduce him, I swear m'am. He.." She failed to finish her sentence as she felt a lump form in her throat, she was about to cry again.
"I believe you"
Hermione inhaled a deep breath, her shoulders shaking from relief. Had she just heard her right? Narcissa believed her? Hermione clutched the fabric on her chest, trying to stop her heart from bursting through.
"Y-you do?" Hermione voice was so small Narcissa couldn't help but pity the girl. She sighed and opened the door to leave, but turned around in the doorway sending one last glance to Hermione.
"Don't worry. He won't put his hands on you again" Her voice was sharp but her eyes soft and Hermione wondered if the woman actually had a heart after all. She had always treated her like nothing, not badly but not like a friend or an equal either. But now she was different. Perhaps she was beginning to see.. that her husband's way of thinking.. had led them to nothing but misery.
Just as soon as Narcissa had left she heard the door open again and saw Bellatrix standing there, staring at her with wide eyes.
"She didn't.. hurt you" It was more a statement than a question. Hermione started to tremble again, why was this happening to her? She wished everything could just go back to the way it was. Bellatrix evoked a feeling of deep humiliation and fear in her and all she wanted was to run away, but the dark witch was blocking her entrance.
"Please.." Hermione didn't know what she was pleading for. To be left alone? To die?
"Silly girl.." Bellatrix teased and took a few steps towards her. Hermione backed into a wall on the opposite side of the room, she stood behind a desk, creating a barrier between thim. This action earned a chuckle from Bellatrix who suddenly leapt onto the desk, looking like a feline ready to attack its prey. She crawled on all four towards Hermione who pressed her back against the wall, wishing she would melt into it and disappear.
"Don't be afraid.. mummy is here" Bellatrix cooed and Hermione felt the bile rise in her throat at her use of those words.
"Leave me alone. I have duties" Hermione spoke but knew that Lucius would not care right now whether she did her duties or not. He would probably never talk to her again which she was looking forward to. Bellatrix smiled cunningly and jumped down from the desk, standing right in front of her.
"If you really wanted to escape you could have" Bellatrix mocked her and it wasn't until now that Hermione realised she wasn't holding her wand. She was unarmed. Hermione made a move as to run but was cut off by Bellatrix's arm as it extended across her.
"Too late"
Bellatrix grabbed both of Hermiones wrists and backed her into the wall, the bricks scraping uncomfortably at her back. The girl wailed in protest but Bellatrix silenced her by a kiss right on the lips. Hermione's eyes widened the size of plates. She had never been kissed by a female before.. it was.. different..
Bellatrix moaned into her mouth and bit down on her lower lip, gently. Hermione felt a strange sensation of courage well up in her and she kissed back, earning a louder moan from the dark witch.
"Mmm I see you're not entirely unexperienced.." Bellatrix complimented her and started to pull on the laces on Hermione's dress, exposing her beautiful milky flesh. Hermione's eyes were half-opened as she peered up at Bellatrix, wondering.. how two women.. would.. Bellatrix noticed her hesitation and chuckled.
"Don't worry... I'll be gentle" she whispered into Hermione's ear who strangely enough believed her. She let her take off her dress and she was now standing in nothing but her underwear. Bellatrix inspected her with a smile on her face.
"What a sexy kitten"
Hermione giggled at her remark and was surprised at the odd sound erupting from her. She couldn't remember the last time she had.. laughed..
Bellatrix continued to remove her bra and cupped her right breast, squeezing it. Hermione gasped as Bellatrix used both of her thumbs to circle each nipple causing a shiver to run down Hermione's spine and all the way down to her legs. Her underwear were getting sticky and she blushed as she realised it. She closed her eyes and let emotion take over. Suddenly she remembered when Lucius had pumped in and out of her and the confusion she had felt when Bellatrix had silently watched, liking what she saw. The realisation startled her and she yelled out.
"NO!"
She pushed away Bellatrix with more force than intended, the older woman colliding with the desk behind her. Hermione felt hot tears trickling down her cheeks, she couldn't..
"What?" Bellatrix asked, even though she knew very well what had caused her sudden outburst.
"You..let him.. I can't.." Hermione spoke incoherently and slumped down into a sitting position, hugging her knees.
Bellatrix looked at her for a moment before she responded.
"I.. I don't know why I.." She began but Hermione seemed to be in a different world, her body rocking back and forth.
"Ah screw this" She muttered finally and left.
Hermione felt her heart break into a million pieces. Had she just said that? Had she just..? She sobbed even harder and dug her nails deep into her skin, leaving marks. Well, she was after all nothing but a filthy mudblood.
"I don't want.. I can't.." she whispered into the air. This had gone too far. She couldn't go on like this. This feeling inside of her, like she had been robbed of something precious, was killing her, eating her up from the inside. She yelled out, a sceam of frustration and sadness, and hit the wall so hard with her fist her skin broke. Never before had the thought of suicide been so tempting. She gathered her clothes and got dressed, then got up from the floor and looked out the window, wishing that someone could save her.. take her away from this.. place that was worse than hell.
As Bellatrix walked down the corridor she could hear a sudden outcry from Hermione and something deep inside of her was stirred. She looked back at the door, wondering whether she should go back.
'What's wrong with you? She's nothing but a mudblood, all you wanted was to fuck her Bella' She told herself and kept walking until she reached the stairs, the strange feeling still residing in her chest.
To be continued..
I'm not sure how Hermione is going to cope with all of this.. any ideas?