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'You're what!?' Ronald Weasley's voice bellowed from across the table. Hermione glanced around nervously at the other occupants of the bar. The majority of people were looking at the red headed man with curiosity, wondering what had caused such an outburst.
'Please Ron.' She whispered urgently, not wanting to make a scene. 'Im getting married.'
'You can't marry her!'
The brunette sighed in frustration while shooting an apologetic smile to Madame Rosmerta for the behaviour of her friend.
'I can do whatever I like Ronald and marrying Bellatrix is certainly high up on my to do list. You can continue to be a troll about it or you can accept it. Either way I wanted you to hear it from me.'
The red head's ears were slowly becoming the same colour as his hair as his face contorted with unleashed anger. Sensing the possible danger the otherwise silent Harry Potter stepped in.
'Are you sure about this 'Mione? It's not like you've been together long.'
The brunette chuckled and smirked.
'Longer than you can imagine Harry.'
'What's that supposed to mean?' The raven haired boy looked at his friend, confusion evident in his features.
'Nothing... It just feels like I've been with her for a lifetime... Or two.'
'You shouldn't be with her at all!' The ginger man seethed.
'It is not up to you who I should or shouldn't be with Ronald! I'm a grown woman.' The brunette stated.
'You are only 19 'Mione, it is a bit young for marriage.' Harry tried reasoning.
'Don't you dare Harry Potter! I am not too young to marry the love of my life.'
'You haven't been with anyone else, how do you know she's the love of your life!? If you'd just give us a try 'Mione.' Ron's voice was booming again, attracting the attention of others once more.
'For the last time! There never will be an us!' The brunette stood abruptly and slammed some money on the table.
'If you decide to act your age any time soon then feel free to owl me. When you realise how foolish you are being and are willing to accept my life choices there will be a wedding invitation waiting for you. I suggest you hurry up because I for one will not be holding off the most important day of my life for a couple of idiotic boys!'
Hermione gave no time for either male to respond. She stormed out of the Three Broomsticks with her head held high. Unwilling to show that her friends lack of support upset her in any way.
'How can you be okay with this Harry!?' The ginger demanded.
'She's my sister Ron and she's happy. It doesn't matter what we think at the end of the day. She's going to marry Bellatrix and I'd rather be there than not.' Taking one last gulp of his butterbeer the wizard stood.
'Just think about things rationally okay? I'm going to give her time to cool off and then go after her.'
Ronald Weasley was left alone in the pub. Quickly finishing his drink he sighed and stood. Noting that some of the patrons were still watching him closely he snapped.
'What do you think you're looking at eh?!'
Turning speedily to the table next to him with a sneer on his face the boy froze.
'Honestly, I think I'm looking at an idiot.' The icy tones of Narcissa Malfoy broke the red head out of his daze and he lowered his gaze sheepishly.
'Get yourself together Mr Weasley, else you'll lose her for good.'
'What do you know about it Malfoy?'
'I know that Hermione loves you. It may not be in the way that you desire but she hates that you aren't there. She doesn't want to get married without her two best friends by her side. How would you feel if the situation were reversed?' The blonde narrowed her eyes at the boy before standing.
'Good day Mr Weasley. I hope you see sense sooner rather than later.' The blonde inclined her head before swiftly leaving.
Grumbling to himself the boy shuffled away and left. His mind constantly replaying the words of the blonde haired witch.
Bellatrix paced back and forth in front of the fireplace at Malfoy Manor, eagerly awaiting the return of her younger sister. Seeing the flames turn green she paused. Narcissa Malfoy had no time to gather herself as she stepped out of the fireplace before her sisters hands were placed on her shoulders.
'What happened? How did they react? Is she okay? Do I need to go to her?'
'Bella calm down.' The blonde smirked at the flustered state her usually stern sister was in.
'Weasley took it as expected. Potter was unsure and she snapped at them and left. I wouldn't go to her just yet, she needs time. Plus, if she finds out you sent me to spy she's not going to be happy.'
'I didn't send you to spy... Just to... Keep an eye on her.' The dark witch muttered.
'You need to stop worrying about her so much.' The blonde smiled.
'I can't. I just have this feeling something will go wrong but I don't know what. After everything we've been through this is too easy.' The dark witch admitted.
'Bella. Marry the girl, give her babies, love her everyday of your sodding life but move on from what you've been through. It's in the past... Or future... Or past future, Merlin knows what to call your situation! Let yourself live and be happy. You deserve it and so much more.'
Stepping forward the dark witch placed a kiss to her sister's temple.
'Thank you Cissy.'
'My pleasure.' The blonde beamed. 'Oh and I haven't had a chance to say it yet, congratulations Bella. I know the two of you will be very happy together.'
Bellatrix grinned at her baby sister.
'We already are.'
'Then what are you worrying about?' The blonde smirked.
'I don't know.' The dark witch smiled softly at her sister before heading to the fireplace.
'Give mother and Draco my love.'
'Of course.' The blonde continued to beam at her sister as the flames turned green.
'She's gone mad.'
Narcissa jumped as the voice of her son broke the silence. Chuckling softly she tapped his shoulder.
'You will be too when you fall in love.'
The blonde boy smiled at his mother before speaking again.
'You know what this means don't you?'
Narcissa raised her eyebrows as she looked at her son.
'Being nice to the Weasley's for a night.'
Both blonde's laughed at the young man's statement.
'Its not a case of nice Draco, just civil. I'm sure we'll cope.' Smiling she linked her arm with his and lead him out of the room, grinning as she did so.
'Plus it means we get to go shopping.'
Draco sighed exaggeratedly.
'Women.' He muttered as his mother kissed his cheek and laughed softly. His blue eyes shone with love for his mother as well as his aunt when he thought about the scene he just witnessed.
Who knew Granger was such a catch. He chuckled to himself as he thought about the unlikely couple. Hoping and wishing that one day he'd find someone who would make him as happy as those two made each other.
'Honey I'm home!' Bellatrix smirked as she walked into the library in search of her fiancée.
'Where've you been?' The brunette demanded as the dark witch entered the room.
'With Cissy... What's up H?' The dark witch frowned.
'Nothing is up I just needed you here.' The brunette stated as she made her way over to the woman.
'Why? Is everything okay? Did you-' The dark witch's questioning was cut off when the brunette's lips pressed firmly against her own. Instinctively her hands moved the the girls waist where they pulled her body tightly to her own. The brunette pulled away for air, her hazel eyes shining with lust and passion.
'Not that I'm complaining but what?' The dark witch chuckled.
'Im so fed up of people thinking I'm a child and I got so angry and... Merlin Bella I need you.'
The dark witch didn't need telling twice. Her smirk stayed firmly in place as she easily lifted the brunette, placing her on the desk and situating herself between her legs.
Immediately she left kisses along the girl's jawline and neck, licking and biting occasionally. Revelling in the soft whimpers and heavy breathing of her love.
'Bella please... It's been too long. Don't make me wait any longer.' The brunette sounded desperate as she grabbed the dark witch's wrist. Swiftly she moved it and slid it under the waist band of her jeans. The dark witch groaned as she felt the heat of her lover's centre against her palm. Wandlessly she discarded both of their clothing. Her mouth encased a hardening nipple as she skilfully slid two fingers inside of the brunette.
Hermione moaned at the feeling of her witch inside her. Her hips bucked as she tried to meet each thrust, desperate for more.
Bellatrix was having none of it. She loved to see the girl so desperate for her touch. She groaned as the girl writhed beneath her. Smirking she decided to tease the girl as much as possible. Slowly she pushed a third finger into the girl before hastily pulling out. She repeated the process. Slowly pushing into her and pulling out straight away, leaving the girl whimpering.
The dark witch pulled out completely and began gently rubbing circles on the girls throbbing clit. Not yet willing to give her what she so desperately wanted. What she so desperately needed. Hermione growled as her lover continuously teased her.
'Please! Fuck! Bella please!'
'Please what Hermione?' Bellatrix smirked as she kissed her way down the girls toned stomach. Sucking and biting she left a mark on the girl's bikini line as her fingers still teased her dripping pussy.
'Fuck me!' The brunette moaned as the dark witch's expert mouth covers her clit.
'All you had to do was ask.' Bellatrix grinned before slamming three fingers into the girl while her tongue flicked her bundle of nerves.
Hermione almost screamed in pleasure as the dark witch set a ferocious pace. Knowing she wouldn't last a minute longer the brunette tangled her hands in wild curls, holding her lover in place as her orgasm hit. The dark witch smirked as she continued to suck and lick the girls pussy, savouring every last drop of her.
As her body returned to normal the brunette sighed happily. Pulling the dark witch up she rested her head against a pale shoulder and kissing her neck softly.
'Yep.' She smiled. 'I can live with this for the rest of my life.'
The two witches spent the remainder of the afternoon worshipping each other before happily lying on the sofa together. Hermione lay on top of the dark witch, her head against her chest as she happily listened to her strong heartbeat. Her finger tapping the rhythm against the other woman's stomach.
'What are you doing?' Bellatrix smiled down at the brunette lovingly.
'It's your heartbeat.' The girl admitted shyly as her cheeks reddened. Bellatrix chuckled softly as she held the girl closer.
'I love you.' She whispered against brown curls.
The moment was ruined by the distinct sound of someone knocking the front door. Growling in frustration Bella stood.
'I'll go.' She muttered as her witch yawned and stretched out on the sofa.
'Weasley! What are you doing here?' The dark witch's voice was dangerously low as she glared at the ginger boy.
'Sorry I just really need to speak to 'Mione.'
Bellatrix relaxed as she saw the sadness in his eyes.
'Come in.' Standing back the dark witch showed the boy where to go.
'Ron what are you doing here?' The brunette asked in surprise as her friend shyly walked into the room.
'I came to apologise.'
'Oh Ron!' The brunette beamed before flinging her arms around her friend's neck.
'Im so glad you've come around.'
'Me too 'Mione, me too.'
Coughing awkwardly the dark witch broke the moment between the two friends.
'I'll be in the kitchen if you need me.'
'Thank you.' Hermione smiled softly as her fiancée walked away.
'So, Harry finally got through to you then.' Hermione smirked.
'Uh no actually... Narcissa.'
'Narcissa?' The brunette looked stunned. 'When have you spoken to Narcissa?'
'She was in the Three Broomsticks earlier. Overheard everything and basically told me to get over myself.' The red head admitted softly.
'Thats funny.' The brunette mused as her head turned in the direction of the kitchen.
'I really am sorry 'Mione. I don't want to lose you and if that means accepting Bellatrix then that's what I'm gonna do.'
Smiling brightly the brunette took her friend's hand in her own.
'Thank you Ron. You have no idea how much this means to me.'
The two friends chatted happily for another hour. Enjoying being together again before the red head left. Promising to come over again and meet Bellatrix properly. Hermione frowned as she walked into the kitchen and the moment her eyes locked on those of her love she glared.
'Merlin H! I don't know if I can go another round, you've worn me out.' Bellatrix smirked not expecting the cushion that flew into her face.
'Hey! What was that for!?' She demanded.
'For getting your sister to spy on me!' The brunette stated, glare still in place.
Bellatrix swallowed nervously.
'Im sure I don't know what you mean.'
'Of course not. Your baby sister who hates places like the Three Broomsticks just happened to be there today when I was going to tell my best friends about our engagement and she also just happened to tell Ron he's being a git.' The brunette growled.
'Okay so I may have asked her to keep an eye on you.' Bellatrix admitted ashamedly.
'Why? Do you not trust me?' Hermione looked and sounded hurt.
'Of course I do! I'm just scared H.'
'Of what Bella?'
'Losing you. Things are too good to be true and I'm scared something bad will happen. I know how much of a troll Weasel has been so I just wanted someone to be there in case anything happened or things got out of hand.'
'Why didn't you just talk to me Bella?' The brunette's voice softened significantly as she reached out to caress the dark witch's cheek.
'I thought I was being stupid. I wouldn't have spoken to Cissy if it wasn't for the fact that she can read me like a book.'
'I need you to talk to me Bella. I feel horrid that I wasn't there for you.'
Bellatrix looked into hazel eyes guiltily.
'Sorry H I just... I love you so much and I can't bare the thought of losing you.'
The brunette leaned in and softly pressed her lips against those belonging to the dark witch.
'Im not going anywhere I promise. Whatever life throws at us we'll face together.'
Bellatrix buried her face in the crook of the other witch's neck and sighed softly.
'Lets get married H.'
The brunette laughed softly.
'We are Bella.'
'No Hermione.' Onyx eyes locked onto hazel. 'As soon as possible.'
'What do you mean?' The brunette asked softly, her fingers lightly drawing patterns against the dark witch's collarbone.
'This weekend.'
The brunette kissed her fiancée soundly as her eyes filled with tears.
'Of course Bella!'
The dark witch beamed as she stroked the girl's cheek lovingly.
'I've decided I want my mother to give me away... I love her so much and I know how guilty she feels about the way myself, Andy and Cissy's lives have turned out.' The dark witch smiled.
'She's going to be ecstatic... It's so obvious how much the three of you mean to her.' The brunette smiled softly but couldn't deny the pang in her heart. Her own mother and father couldn't be at her wedding and that was deeply upsetting for the young witch. Noting the sadness in the hazel eyes Bellatrix kissed the girls lips softly.
'What are you going to do now? I know you intended for Potter to give you away but now that you and Weasel have made up that complicates things.'
'Don't call him Weasel Bella.' The brunette scolded and ignored the huff she received in response.
'Actually I was thinking of scrapping the Harry idea. I thought I could ask Minerva. She's been there through everything and I love her like a mother so it makes sense.' The brunette shrugged shyly.
'That's a marvellous idea sweetheart. She's going to be thrilled.'
Smiling softly the brunette linked her fingers with those belonging to Bellatrix. Giving her arm a tug she started to walk to the door, pulling her love with her.
'For now can we just ignore the world. I was quite content to be cuddled up with you before Ron arrived.'
'Of course Hermione. Last one there's a Flobberworm.' She teased before taking off in the direction of the living room.
Lucius Malfoy had always been a proud man. He had everything to be proud of. Pure blood, an heir worthy of the Malfoy name, a beautiful wife that would make any man green with envy, a well paid job and he was very high on the social ladder. So high in fact he could worm his way out of tricky situations with ease. That had all changed now. His blood was still pure but that was all he had these days, that didn't even count for anything now that the Dark Lord had been defeated. His heir now bore the name Black. His wife was filing for divorce, entitling her to everything she brought to the marriage. The Black family was far richer than the Malfoy's which meant Lucius was to be left with little when the divorce was finalised. His association with the Dark Lord and death eaters lost him his job, his reputation but the blonde regretted none of it. His fists clenched as be thought of the one person solely responsible for his downfall. Bellatrix Black. If it wasn't for her the Dark Lord would have surely won and Lucius would have power and greatness. Now he was a lapdog to the ministry and continuously watched over. The blonde growled. He would get his revenge on the dark witch, in whatever way he could.
The blonde wizard's musings were broken when his wife walked into the room. Her eyes narrowed as he scrambled to hide the various sheets of parchment on his desk.
'Lucius.' She sneered.
'Narcissa. I hear congratulations are in order. The Black's are welcoming a mudblood to the family.' He smirked at the look if fury in her electric blue eyes.
'I heard that Azkaban are getting ready to welcome a pathetic and washed up death eater to their list of inmates.' She retorted cooly.
Grey eyes flashed with anger as the blonde wizard glared at his soon to be ex wife.
'Not if I get my way.' He growled.
Narcissa laughed cruelly.
'Haven't you been paying attention for the last few months. You aren't getting your way Lucius.'
Smirking at his silence the witch strutted out of the room. Once clear of the door she let her facade slip as she rushed to find her owl. Hastily scribbling a note she fastened it to the creatures leg before sending it to her sister. Her usually cold eyes reflecting the worry she felt.
Bellatrix gritted her teeth as she read the note from her sister. It had been written in a rush that much was obvious. The blonde was never anything but perfect so to see five words scrawled on parchment like this made the dark witch incredibly anxious. Reading it one more time she flicked her wrist, setting the parchment alight. This was the last thing she needed. The young brunette had agreed to having the wedding on the weekend. Neither of the witches could wait to be married and start their life together so it made sense. They agreed to only invite those closest to them and the planning would start in the morning. The dark witch had been playing with her love's soft curls as she daydreamed of their future. What their children would be like. The signature Black good looks with the softness and brains of the muggle born witch. Bellatrix knew things were too good to be true and the letter from her sister proved that. She debated whether or not she should tell the girl. This would obviously upset her and Bellatrix hated it when the girl was upset. Then again the brunette would be more upset if she found out that Bella had been lying to her or keeping secrets. Sighing the witch sat back down, her arms wrapping around the sleeping form of her love. Those five words swam through her brain as she watched her lover sleep soundly.
Lucius is up to something.