"Bellatrix?" Hermione's voice was tentative as it called out to the empty darkness. Night was fast approaching and her stomach made a pitiful growling sound.
She apparated away from her room and to the small cottage to see her, but she ran to the well stocked kitchens of Malfoy Manor for food first. She took with her an apple, a few sandwiches and some pumpkin juice.
When she appeared just outside the cottage and saw Hermione at the window, she couldn't help but smile.
She opened the door and silently stepped in and placed the food and drink on the table. She walked upstairs and stopped just outside the room she used to share with Rodolphus, and then Him.
As she thought about that, another flashback hit her.
Bellatrix's eyes stung and watered as his hand whipped across her face.
"Tell me you love me!" He shouted.
"I love you." She wept and was horrified when she realised it was true.
"Good. Now then princess. Strip off." His eyes were a hungry green as they roamed her black dress, undressing her with his eyes.
With shaky hands, she reached behind her back and pulled on the bow at the bottom of the corset. The back of her dress hung open and she reached for the zip that kept the skirt half up, but he got too impatient and ripped it off her with a growl.
He took in the sight of her stood there, in a thong, legs akimbo to keep her balance. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she rubbed the sore skin of her hips where the zip cut in as he split it open. Blood welled at the edges of the fresh cut. He eyed her and pulled her to him roughly, pressing her up against him.
She felt violated. She should only do things she wanted to feel comfortable… but he didn't want her to feel comfortable. He wanted to feel satisfied.
She felt him pressing solidly into her stomach through his jeans and she quivered with fear. She knew how much something that big could hurt.
He groped her chest without pleasuring her at all. He simply wanted to pleasure himself.
He lifted her up and pressed her back against the door…
"Bellatrix! Are you alright?" Hermione asked, startled at the blank expression on her face as she stared at the door, completely lost in herself.
"Yes thank you I'm fine. I'm fine. You're food is on the table in the living room. I'm just going out to stock the fridge, the wardrobe and the bathroom. Keep this place clean and I'll keep you safe." With that she turned her back and walked off, black heels clicking confidently on the stone floor.
She couldn't risk being seen in Diagon Alley as she wasn't supposed to be back from her 'mission' yet. Instead, she apparated to Italy and gathered supplies. She picked up nothing but the finest silk, some dresses, food, cleaning products and lady things.
Apparating back to the cottage, arms laden with supplies, she pushed the door open and dropped the bags upon bags onto the black leather sofa.
The living room was painted a light blue with black accessories. The small chandelier was even draped with black agate crystals. Hermione gasped as she saw the amount of things she had bought with her. Rummaging through the bags, Bellatrix pulled out a hanger with a black, knee high, silk dress that was casual yet comfortable with criss-crossing spaghetti straps and a pair of flat black ballet pumps that had ribbons that would twist up her pale legs. It had a slightly gothic edge to it, but it wasn't over the top like Bellatrix normally was.
"I only buy the best." She smiled and handed it over for her to try on, hands caressing the silky material.
The younger girls eyes lit up as she ran off to the bathroom.
"Wear it. Go on, put it on, I bought it especially for you." He grinned evilly and handed over the bag.
She pulled out the small PVC suit that had holes for the nipples, stomach and most of the back was missing. Bellatrix was horrified but laboriously pulled it on.
She felt incredibly uncomfortable and exposed as she stood there with his eyes raking over her curves. He groped her, hands making her feel worthless and grimy. She wanted her skin to be clean, she wanted to be out of the restraining suit. She wanted to feel loved, and she used to… but not any more.
"Turn around and bend over." He told her. "Now!" He shouted when she didn't respond.
She turned around and bent over, bracing herself the footboard of her bed. She heard footfalls behind her and then she felt him push into her. She wasn't ready.
She screamed.
"What do you think?" Hermione waltzed into the room holding the skirt of the dress and spinning round in circles, watching as it fanned out around her. She smiled gleefully.
"Stunning." Bellatrix responded. "Every now and then, we will go out but we will transfigure you… Not too much mind, but enough that the Death Eaters don't recognise you or disturb us." She smiled gently, eyes sad. She really didn't think that either of them would be alive for long. Her hair was changed to a black and her skin was turned paler. Her eyes were framed with long black lashes that kissed her cheeks when she blinked. Her eyes turned from a chocolate brown to bright emerald green. Her eyebrows arched gracefully and her lips were a few shades darker.
"Perfect." Bellatrix stated. She looked like the sister she never had. Handing her a black lace choker, Bellatrix searched for a hair pin to twist her hair around before taking Hermione's hand, placing it in the crook of her arm and opening the door.
Of course Bellatrix didn't do things by half and asked Hermione if there was any particular food she liked. Hermione just shrugged. "I do like pizza…"
Her stomach growled angrily at her. She winced.
Bellatrix looked at her once. "Take a deep breath." She muttered and turned on her heel. There was a tug behind Hermione's navel and Bellatrix dragged her, spinning, in side along apparation. Hermione blinked and struggled to breath and the hot air hit her like an iron fist to the chest. She coughed a few times and glared at the moon that was casting its silvery glow over the pair, bleaching the landscape black and white. Bellatrix had taken Hermione to Italy.
Hermione had never been to Italy before and she was stunned by the simple beauty of the sloping, aged city.
Bellatrix pulled Hermione along in a brisk walk, heels clicking on the pavement. Hermione's footfalls were almost silent, like she were merely a ghost at Bellatrix's side. Men in doorways of pubs turned to stare at them in wonder as they glided past them. One man had to physically shut his mouth with his hand as he stared in shock. They looked stunning. Almost like two succubae.
The glint in that strangers eye brought forward more memories that caused Bellatrix stop in her tracks and be dragged into another flashback that Hermione couldn't bring her out of, no matter how hard she tried or how panicked she seemed.
"Come in here sweetie." He cooed through the door. She heard drunken laughter the other side of the solid oak door. There was more than one person in there. She pulled her long coat tighter around her body to prevent any skin exposure and heaved it open.
The stench of alcohol assaulted her nose and the smoke made her cough. Holding her dainty hand over her mouth, she stumbled into the room.
"Stand over here." He gestured to his side and the other drunk wizards who sat around the tabled stared at her with unashamed hungry eyes.
"Now, how can we see how beautiful she is if she's got all of that material covering her up?" The one man to his right shouted.
"How true." He nodded. "Bellatrix, come on then, take it off."
She shrugged off her coat apprehensively.
"Take off more. They need to see flesh to appreciate your beauty." He laughed cruelly, drunkenly.
He stood up and yanked at her clothes harshly, bruising her pale skin without a second thought. He gripped her arms tightly. Too tightly.
Her ripped clothes fell to the floor and she stood there, naked, ashamed, bruised and violated. Drunken eyes took in her form as she hastily tried to cover herself up with her small hands. The glint in their eyes made it obvious as to what was about to happen.
Her screams echoed off the stone walls.
Snapping back to it, Bellatrix dabbed at her watering eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup.
"Are you okay?" Hermione worried, whispering and dragging her into an alley out of the way of the curious stares and the one man that was about to walk forwards.
"Yes yes. Just a flashback that's all." She shook her head and took Hermione's hand and dragged her into the Pizzeria across the moonlit street.
The smell of Mozzarella wafted through the open door and the smell of Oregano mingled with it. Hermione spun round, wide eyed, at all of the pizza's being made. They were prepared on a circular counter that curved around the room. The two chefs were spinning dough on their fingers and tossing toppings onto salads. A small crowd gathered to watch but the majority just sat on the small round tables in the centre, watching on with mild interest as they dug into their food. A waitress in a very short skirt bustled round, bending over to flash perverts as she cleaned the tables and glided around with plates piled on her arms.
Another waitress skipped over to them and asked Bellatrix something in Italian. She replied in the same fluid tongue and turned to me and whispered in English, "What pizza would you like?"
Hermione hesitated before she whispered back, "Can I just have a Margarita please?"
Nodding, she turned back and chatted happily with the pretty waitress as she showed us to our table. As she turned away to talk to the chefs, Hermione took in the pixie cut of her hair black hair and how that emphasized her nearly golden eyes.
"What's on your mind?" Bellatrix asked, taking in the wonder on her face.
"Well. You really don't do things by half do you?" She giggled and glanced around, still staring in wonder.
With a full stomach, Hermione's eyes started to droop so Bellatrix took her to the bathroom to cool her down and wake her up a bit. They both needed cheering up so they were heading to a club that she went to with him before it turned nasty.
Hermione asked for Bellatrix to redo her makeup so she flicked her wand and darkened the eyeliner and removing the smudges, topping up the concealer to hide her constant blush and emphasized her eyes.
Hermione tugged on the ribbons of her shoes and Bellatrix sneakily shortened both of their dresses.
They looked in the mirror.
Looking like that, Hermione felt older, more confident, as she would never see any of the people she was about to meet again, and she felt like she could fly.
Bellatrix smiled and pulled her along to the club that was a few streets away. They glided almost silently down the streets despite Bellatrix wearing six inch heels.
The criss-crossing spaghetti straps on Hermione's dress stuck to her as she slowly overheated so to cool her down, Bellatrix chuckled and transfigured them into cold chains.
Hermione jumped a little but sighed in relief as her back cooled. The club was in sight now. It was small but busy and quite tightly packed with bumping and grinding bodies. The music was loud and the foreign words confused Hermione but she felt her steps fall into the beat.
Standing in the doorway, most people stopped their dancing and turned to see the two sexy women. Whispered passed around and Bellatrix sashayed forwards and Hermione followed but concentrated more on not falling over.
She watched the eyes look her up and down and the smiles of appreciation on their faces. She smiled and joined Bellatrix at the bar.
A/N: I hope you liked it. More on its way :) Please review… Please?
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