A/N So if you've read one of my other Bellamione stories "Thunderstruck" You'll know that Bellatrix sometimes calls Hermione, Terra instead because Mione brings bad memories for her.. And sometimes Hermione calls Bellatrix, Trix because she wanted to give her a nickname too cause they're a cute couple in the end of that and it maybe partially connected to some of these oneshots, just minus the Voldemort dying part.
"I'm bored though Terra, I want to go torture someone or whatever. Come on, I need to do something, anything but just sitting here in silence doing nothing." A voice whined to the person sat the large desk that took up a large portion of the study, that they both currently resided in.
"Honestly Bella, you're supposed to be in the meeting with the rest of the deatheaters and Tom." The brunette sighs as she swings around on the office chair, it's was the old one from her room which had started the craze, that had come to, everyone ordering one for themselves and Hermione having to help them assemble them all since magic didn't work and may have injured some people.
"I want you to come with me though darling... They aren't the same without you." The ravenette pouts at the girl who rolls her eyes at the supposed grown woman.
"And you're suppose to be the adult here... I can't, I have to finish this work." Hermione mutters, turning back to her laptop, tapping lightly at the keys to continue her previous writing.
"But Terra, you can continue that in the meeting, I'm sure our lord wouldn't mind." Bellatrix moans, wheeling her chair forward so she can drape her arms around the young woman's shoulders.
"I'm sure he will mind after the whole chair incident and the others that followed. I'm really surprised he hasn't killed us yet, or at least me! Plus my laptops on low battery and you know this is the only place I can charge it." Hermione deadpans, leaning into the embrace as the dark witch places kisses on her neck.
"I'll lend you some parchment and ink.. And I'll make it worth your while." Bellatrix whispers huskily in her ear, sending shivers through her.
"Fine, but you better hold up on that second part of the deal!" Hermione growls, a devious glint in her eyes.
"Ohh you know I'm not backing out of that." Bellatrix husks, placing one last kiss on the brunette's neck before wheeling backwards.
"I had more to say... On one condition I'll do it." She smirks deviously which makes the ravenette freeze a little, it can't be a good thing.
"And what would that be?" Her throat goes dry as she asks the brunette who keeps serious eye contact, the smirk never leaving her face.
"Hmm, just that you... submit to me this time!" Hermione grins, wheeling closer to the older witch. "Unless of course you're too chicken, Mrs Black!"
"Never!" Bellatrix shrieks at the girl who just chuckles lightly and turns away, moving back to her laptop sat on the desk.
"Fine then you get nothing... at all!" Hermione states, not turning to see the look on her partner's face, though she knows that there's a glare burning into the back of her head and the witch's teeth are clenched together on show as her eyes and mouth twitch slighty, which is what she does whenever she's truly angry.
"I'm going to kill you Granger!" Bellatrix snarls, making the girl flinch at the long forgotten name which the dark witch doesn't miss and frowns sadly at. "Fine, but you have to sit through the whole thing with me... And you have to come on a mission with me for once. Don't worry I'll protect you my princess." She smiles trying to cheer up the girl, but get a good deal nonetheless.
The girl holds out her hand for the dark witch, their hands fit together perfectly and they shake on it before the brunette starts moving things about on the desk and ends up with a fair sized stack of papers and a tube that looks like it's made of metal.
"Ok, let's go and listen to the dark lord, blabber on about Potter's death yet again!" Hermione grimaces, walking through the doors that Bellatrix holds open as they head to the meeting.
"Ahhh Bella you're finally here. We have much to discuss... And nice to see you again Miss Granger!" Voldemort grimaces as his eyes land on the girl who flinches at the name.
"I mean Mrs Black!" He corrects himself and she relaxs before sitting down on another office chair, placing her work down and moving it about to find where she stopped writing.
"Pleasure to see you too, as always Voldie!" The girl hums as she ruffles through papers to find the right one, when she finds it she settles down. "I'll just be here working on this. Just ignore me!"
"Right, where was I? Ahh yes the death of the potter boy... I propose there be a day of remembrance to mark that I took over the wizarding world that day..." He starts, but a clicking sounds makes him pause and survey the room.
There's another clicking sound and he still doesn't know where it's coming from, the deatheaters are moving uncomfortably in their seats and Bellatrix is drumming her fingers on the table, while Hermione is writing with what appears to be a little metal tube.
"What is that infernal clicking noise?" Both him and Snape hiss when the sound is heard again, the girl hums jotting something else down and pressing the tube more.
"Who ever that is will stop now before I Avada Kedavra you all!" Voldemort bellows, slamming his hand on the table and Hermione shoves the tube in her mouth, biting at it.
"Sorry nervous habit." She mumbles, chewing the tube more vigorously and staring down at the papers below her.
"What is that bloody tube in your hand? Miss Granger... Hermione.. Urr Terra. Sweet Merlin, your name changes are confusing girl!" Voldemort growls and is met with a faint smirk.
"It's a pen! Another muggle invention..." She starts only to be interupted by him. "Not another bloody muggle invention they're banned Terra!"
"I wouldn't need it if Bella let me stay in the study on my laptop! This ones harmless... Or it should be like the chairs were suppose to be! Alright, it just like a quill though, just minus the constant ink refill, just ink cartridges for when it runs out."
"Hmm so this one will be very useful for us... Mrs Black will you get us some more of these... Pens." Voldemort asks, looking to the confused girl.
"I thought they were banned because they're another muggle invention." Hermione sighs, looking up from her work that she's clearly never going to get done with everyone disturbing her, she was fine until Trix made her come out of the bloody study.
"I'm not joking. I meant that, all other muggle inventions are banned, but these seem to be helpful and much better than a quill and ink." Voldemort glares at the girl before flicking his wand and catching the pen in his hand, examining it closer even scribbling on his hand with it.
"How many do you want then? Do I have to bulk buy them like I did the chairs? Thank god they don't need assembly." Hermione questions, her head in her hands as she groans at the thought of another incident.
"A lot of them are needed, for an upcoming plan. They will be needed as soon as possible." He says, looking at me expecting me to go get them now.
"Honestly not now, I need to get this work done before my deadline. I will not fail my course because you want to try out more muggle inventions." Hermione growls before taking her pen back and getting back to work.