AN: Hello again, I have edited this chapter as well as the next. Do not be alarmed, I have not taken out any important information. I felt, however, that the mood/ point of view changed way too much. So, feel free to read on. Thanks.
Immoral Light
There she was, staring in the mirror. She felt vulnerable and even more open as Bellatrix peered at her naked body.
"You look marvelous." Bellatrix stated, although Hermione knew that was not a compliment.
"I can't do this." Hermione whispered.
"You said you wanted this." Bellatrix responded.
"I know, but. . ."
"No, no you can't turn your back on me." Bellatrix harshly replied while gripping the younger girl shoulders. "Remember what I taught you".
"I know." Hermione slowly faced Bellatrix. She pushed a loose strand of dark hair from her lover's eyes and sighed.
"This mark represents everything I taught you." Bellatrix said, as her eyes scanned Hermione's mark.
"We are supposed to do this together."
She let out a small laugh. "You let your emotions get the best of you that is your weakness." She said, stepping closer to Hermione. "You belong to me, don't forget that. Don't forget who you are."
"How could I forget that?" Hermione whispered, turning away.
"I chose you for a reason." Bellatrix assured her.
Why? Hermione wanted to say, but those three letters did not form. She felt Bellatrix hands slip into her own.
"You have to do this."
"What you're asking me to do. . . I can't."
Bellatrix pressed her finger against the younger woman lips. "Please?" She asked replacing her finger with her lips.
As the two pulled away, Hermione could tell something had changed. It was only when their eyes met did she knew…
Quickly their lips met both eager to please. At that very moment she felt fire burning deep in the pit of her stomach.
"You feel it?" Bellatrix asked as they pulled away.
"It's different." Hermione answered, shrugging off her robes.
"Very." Bellatrix murmured as she dived in. She was eager to claim the young witch again. Bellatrix smiled as she quickly picked Hermione up and walked over to the bed. She carefully laid her on the bed and watched the young girl's expression.
"I'm ready for you mistress." Hermione breathed, opening herself to her lover.
Bellatrix carefully kissed Hermione as she leaned in. "Tonight, is different." Bellatrix whispered before wrapping herself in Hermione's arms and kissing her.
"How so, Mistress?" Hermione asked pulling back.
The dark witch leaned in, her curls tickling Hermione's skin. "Bellatrix."
Hermione's heart fluttered. Her eyes widen as she saw Bellatrix slowly shed her clothing. Now fully expose, Bellatrix traced her lover's dark mark. "Tonight, I am yours."
As soon as those words left her lips, Hermione pulled her down and kissed her. Her hands roamed Bellatrix's body, observing every inch of it, taking in her new treasure. Bellatrix arched her body at the Gryffindor's touch.
Hermione smiled at the control she had. Usually it was her in the grips of her mistress-slaps, bite marks, blood and occasional arms being bound. This time however, it was so different. It was Bellatrix who quivered as she took the plunge. Tonight, it was Bellatrix at her mercy.