Hey all, still writing on the phone, many apologies for the grammatical errors i promise within the week i will go through the current chapters and edit/fix them.
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It was extremely early morning and Hermione was sure she had only been asleep for minutes when the rising sun landed across her face. Bellatrix seemed unfazed as she simply turned her head and buried her face in the brunettes chest. Were either really thinking about it they may have realised the inappropriateness of their position. As it were Hermiones mind had turned to the plans for the new day and Bellatrix was contently asleep regardless of her face being pressed between two soft full shirt covered breasts.
Hermione stared towards the top of the mountain determined to only let the darker witch sleep for another few minutes before rousing her to continue their journey. Slowly as the plan became less prudent Hermione began to realise their position. Not only was Bellatrix face pressed between her breasts but one of her own hands was curled around the curve of the dark witches backside.
Hermiones fingers flexed reflexively as thought occurred to her and she bit to lip. A year ago the brunette had actually found herself fantasising about this very witch in a highly risqué way. It was pure fantasy, childish crush on a sadistic madwoman or not, Hermione didn't delude herself and think anything would ever occur between the death eater and herself.
Now how ever it seemed oddly in reach and yet entirely disturbing. Disturbing because the idea thrilled the younger witch and really it shouldn't have at all. The dark witch had tortured the brunette repeatedly over space of a day only two days ago. It's not as though pleasure and pain went hand in hand for Hermione, she wasn't against the idea of being a little rough, though as a virgin she had no real idea.
"You're thinking entirely too hard Puppy." Bellatrix mumbled tiredly against the warm shirt against her face.
"Sorry. We should get up and get started. Maybe find something to eat." Hermione offered quietly her hand still curled around the firm muscle of the death eaters bum.
"You quite happy where I am at the moment. You should also think yourself lucky." Bellatrix added the final comment and Hermione found herself confused.
"Pardon? Why?" Hermiones frown deepened as she tried to figure the comment out.
"Because I've killed men for touching my ass." Bellatrix replies nonchalantly and Hermiones fingers flex startled before her hand slides up to a more respective position on the death eaters body.
Hermione was at a loss for what to say and so she remained quiet as the blush made its way up her neck into her cheeks and she hoped Bellatrix would remain nestled between her breasts so she wouldn't see the flush of the young woman's cheeks. Sadly the brunette was not so lucky as that moment the death eater pulled back and smirked at the young woman.
"Mudpup, you're so cute with your little virgins blush." Bellatrix cooed lifting a hand to stroke the teenagers cheek.
Bellatrix didn't anticipate her flirting to be so ill received as she promptly found herself deposited on the hard cool ground with a stiff and angry Hermione Granger glaring down at her. Looking up Bellatrix couldn't stop the confused and questioning look from covering her face.
"Why do you have to do that? We're stuck together. You've apparently claimed me as a seat or bed. You flirt with me but somehow im still mud to you? Damnit you know I should have left you in that bloody cave." Hermione burst out gesticulating wildly as she glared down at the older woman.
"What? Have you some how forgotten who I am you foolish girl? Just because we are stuck together doesn't mean I have to treat you like you're worth more than you are." Bellatrix had jumped to the defensive.
Since being inducted to the ranks of death eater the older witch had not taken well to being yelled at. The only female in an army of the worst kind of men meant that Bellatrix had to learn to hold her own or be crushed. Briefly she considered letting the girl in, they were after all stranded in the wild together. I don't have to continue to be this raging maniac… I just don't know how to be normal anymore. The death eater grit her teeth and got to her feet sticking with anger.
"You don't even know how to be pleasant do you? Well no matter, just don't talk to me. I don't want to hear anymore of your muddy shit." Hermione bit out stepping away from the tree and leaving the fuming witch behind her.
Growling under her breath Bellatrix bit her lip and remained silent as she followed the young woman up the mountain. Regularly she would have pounced on the witch and beat some respect into the girl only she realised she finally had a chance to be herself and not who she was raised to be. Opting for silence the older woman stared at the ground as she moved along behind the brunette.
At the top of the mountain it soon became clear they were on a rather large and clearly uninhabited island, in what ocean they did not know. Sighing heavily Hermione looked around and decided the best option was to be somewhere near fresh water and the beach. It was easy to see where the stream from the pond met the beach and it curved around the base of the mountain and down near what Hermione was hoping would be caves along the beach.
With barely a word a still, yet less, angry Hermione began to lead the way down to the beach the way slightly less steep. The two witches didn't speak for what seemed like hours but after a time Hermione felt a soft warm hand slip into one of her own and she gave a little reassuring squeeze.
"I would apologise puppy but it would mean nothing. Not because I wouldn't mean it but because I wouldn't deserve forgiveness." Bellatrix couldn't handle the silence between them.
"You're extremely confusing Bellatrix, you tortured me, called me a great number of derogatory things… You carved Mudblood into my arm… And yet the woman I've seen since we were banished here has been… Soft and scared and genuinely pleasant to be around. Yet you still have to remind me that I'm nothing." Hermiones tone is soft and the hurt and confusion is clear on her face.
"You think I want to be who I am? A sadistic bitch. Merlin no… When I was little before Cissy could walk… I wanted to breed unicorns. Then Cissy would get in trouble and Id have to rescue her. Our father was not a nice man, the only one that didn't receive regular beatings was Andy and that was only because she was always nose first in a book." Bellatrix huffed out.
"So you're making excuses?" Hermiones tone is flat not accusing just resigned.
"Merlin! No im not making excuses… Just… Ugh. You're just a silly little girl!" Bellatrix bites out her frustration getting the better of her.
"Yes, apparently. Just be real with me Bellatrix, your Dark Lord isn't here, no one is but me. You don't have to be a death eater." Hermiones words stun the dark witch considerably.
Never had Bellatrix said so little and had someone understand so much, not like Hermione seemed too. The dark woman didn't even know what to say to this slip of a girl who she was beginning to really appreciate. Who else could she be herself with? Certainly not her sisters and they knew her better than most. They simply wouldn't understand.
"Bella, be you with me. I will not judge you or belittle you. I've spoken to Andy before and Sirius before the veil. I understand that Cygnus was not a kind man and Id assume Druella wasn't much the maternal type. They followed the dark lord it stands to reason after your upbringing that you would join him too. You became what they expected you too forsaking what you wanted." Hermiones reasoning is sound and they both know it, Bellatrix more so and she doesn't even fight the tears that well up in her eyes and spill over a moment later.
"I was meant to be the strong one, how could I not end up crazy? I didn't want to join the dark lord. I wanted to replenish the unicorn population and I wanted to settle down with a wife and maybe have a couple of kids." Bellatrix grumbled out not realising she'd voiced the one thing she had never told anyone before.
"A wife? Bellatrix that's horrible." Hermiones words cut like a knife and Bellatrix looked both terrified and deeply hurt.
Hermione back-pedalled immediately realising how her words must have sounded and she covered her mouth and shook her head.
"Merlin Bella I didn't mean it like that-" Hermione was cut off by a harsh look and even harsher words.
"The last thing I need, Mudblood, is you telling me how horrible I am." The dark witch snarled out.
"No, Bella I-"
"Shut up! What happened to not judging?!" Again there were tears in the dark witches eyes and her fingers itched for a wand so she might cast a curse on the foolish child before her.
Hermione stepped closer to the dark witch and placed her hands on Bellatrixs face forcing the older woman to look at her. Only when the charcoal eyes were focused on the brunettes chocolate eyes did Hermione begin to speak and her tone was both firm and gentle.
"Bella I promise you that came out way worse than I intended it too. I only meant that it's horrible that you were so stifled by your upbringing. I mean no insult but Id hate to be pureblood if it meant I was married off to someone I could never love. There is absolutely not a single thing wrong with being a lesbian." Bellatrix was slightly taken aback by the sincere explanation and again a tear rolled down her face.
"Besides Id be totally hypocritical if I said anything negative to you in regards to being gay." Hermione added as if as an afterthought and Bellatrix couldn't keep the surprise from her face.
"Wait, what? You're gay too? What about the redhead?" Bellatrix was trying to make sense of it, Draco had after all said there was something between the brunette and the blood-traitor.
Hermione barked out a short amused laugh and shook her head dropping her hands from the soft skin of Bellatrixs face and taking the older woman's hand again tugging to get her walking. After all they were hoping to reach the beach with sunlight to spare.
"Ron? He's a git. Id sooner snog his sister. Ron has always had a less than subtle crush on me." Hermione shrugs as she walks alongside her dark companion.
"What about that Yule Ball? Draco said you went with some Bulgarian fella." Bellatrix queries a hint of disbelief in her voice.
"Oh yes Viktor. He was nice but… Not my type. Only im not out, obviously you're the only person I've ever told and he asked so I said yes." Hermione shrugs again and smiles at Bellatrix.
"Well you're the only soul I've ever told." Bellatrix mumbled softly.
"Don't fear. Even when we get back and become enemies again I'll still keep your secret." Hermione smiles reassuringly at the dark witch who smiles back as they laps into a comfortable silence.
The managed the rest of the trip down to the beach well before sundown and Hermione was silently pleased that the air was a lot dryer down on the beach. She took in a deep breath and flopped back onto the hot soft sand of the beach. The suddenness of the move startled Bellatrix whose hand was stil in the brunettes grasp and she soon found herself in the sand beside the teenager.
"You've never been with a woman Bellatrix?" Hermione asked suddenly and rolled towards the dark witch propping herself on an elbow to look at the woman.
"Nope never even kissed one." Bellatrix shrugs nonchalantly looking up at the teenager. "You?"
"Nah. You know what Hogwarts is like. If one person knew everyone would. I wasn't ready for that." Hermione explained with a shrug of her own. "First crush?"
"What is this? Twenty-one questions?" Bellatrix can't help but grin at the playful glint in the teenagers eyes.
"Something like that. Answer the question." Hermione prods with an answering grin of her own.
"Honestly? It was Minerva McGonagall." Bellatrix admits shamelessly and Hermione laughs.
"Gosh something else we have in common." The teenager confesses amused.
The pair both laughed together amused at one another and despite the situation they are in they can't help but enjoy themselves. It's this that startles Bellatrix into silence and after a moment Hermione follows suit with a look of concern.
"Bellatrix what is it?" The young woman asks softly.
"Our friends… Well your friends and my family, they are fighting a war right now and we are laying in the sun on a beach laughing." Bellatrix supplies softly looking at Hermione completely unsure.
"You're right… But you know what… I don't care. I was tired of being the brains and keeping the boys on track, tell me you wasn't being tired of being Bellatrix Lestrange, His number 1 puppet?" Hermione reasons and Bellatrix can't find herself disagreeing.
Hermione hesitates for only a moment before sitting up in the sand and pulling off her shoes and socks before getting to her feet and untucking her shirt from her jeans. Bellatrix looks up startled and confused as the brunette takes the shirt off dropping it in the sand.
"What are you doing?" The dark witch askes curiously as she stares at the younger woman's back covered in bruises she caused.
"We're here on this nice beach, all alone and it's a hot day and I'm kind of sweaty. I'm going for a swim before I worry about finding us some food… Care to join me?" Hermione asks over her shoulder as she unbuttons her jeans.
"I'm not…" Bellatrix trails off as the words catch in her throat when the young witch drops her jeans to reveal a sea blue lace thong.
"Not what?" Hermione is entirely too innocent sounding as she turns to face the older witch who is no longer pale but flushed a deep red.
"You're all kinds of awful." Bellatrix blurts with a deeper blush settling in.
"I know. Come on perv, gay or not we're both women. Come take a swim with me I know you're as sweaty as I am. Oh and I don't mind if you're not wearing a bra." Hermione winks at the older woman and then turns striding down the beach and into the water.
Bellatrix can't help the shiver of arousal down her spine as she watches the young vixen stride down the beach and only after Hermione is in the water does she stand and after only a moments hesitation she unlaces her boots then her corset and skirt letting the articles drop to the stand. Bellatrixs underwear are far less risqué her lack of bra is highly disconcerting. With a soft sigh and a shrug the older woman steeled her nerves and went down to meet Hermione in the water.