A/N: Thank you for all your support ^^ every review is much appreciated and provides much needed motivation :). I've already posted warnings before but since this chapter contains the first of such content… A warning that this chapter contains sexual and violent content. I got a little carried away with this chapter and it grew far longer than I planned, so some content has been moved to the next chapter. Anyway hope you enjoy chapter 5 ;)

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Chapter 5: Deadly Beauty

Hermione

Hermione,

I just found out what's happening from Kingsley after receiving a visiting order from Azkaban to see you. What the hell, this is complete and utter bat shit! How could they do this! I get discharged from St. Mungo's tomorrow and I won't rest till I find a way to get all of you out of that place.

I need to see to some stuff quickly when I leave here, but it won't take long. Already making the arrangements to come see you, I should be with you in 3 days' time. Hope you're coping ok over there… What am I saying? Of course you are, your strong, you won't let that place get to you. Stay safe sweetie.

Miss you.

Nymph

Hermione smiled as she finished reading the letter again for the tenth time that morning, she had sat on her bed in the corner every morning since receiving it, memorising the contents until she could see the words every time she shut her eyes. It was a short letter, at first glance it would seem insignificant to anyone else but not to Hermione, it gave her hope and something she could genuinely look forward too. 'Miss you too Nymph…' Old feelings stirred for the young Auror every time Hermione saw those last few words, unfortunately those feelings came with a double helping of guilt and shame.

Technically she was with Ron now, she shouldn't be having such feelings about Tonks still, and it was unfair to both of them. That and Tonks had only just lost her husband Remus, the father of her child, Hermione's stomach churned in disgust at herself as that reminder stung at that back of her mind. 'I got to stop having these feelings… What kind of person do they make me out to be? They are both a betrayal to Ron and to the memory of Remus… And Tonks, she is in no doubt in mourning for Remus's death, how can I even… Think these things, feel these things… When she's going through all that? How insensitive, selfish and cruel does that make me?'

Hermione sighed and slid the letter under her pillow. 'Still… I can at least look forward to seeing her as one of my closest friends and not feel guilty about that. She needs a friend more than anything right now and I'll happily be that friend.' Hermione concentrated on that line of thought alone until it filled her with some sense of joy, a smile formed on her lips as she focused on the importance of today, for today was the day that Tonks would be visiting if all was well. 'I wonder if we'll get a private room for the visit… I'm not sure the visit will be entirely pleasant when Tonks see's Bellatrix, if it's held here…'

Hermione turned to look over at Bellatrix who seemed to be lost in thought looking up at the ceiling of her cell. Again the feeling of guilt and shame started to knot at her stomach as Tonks wasn't the only person who wasn't Ron that played on her mind; at least the lingering feelings for Tonks were understandable… But the dark and lustful images involving the dark witch which that had started to take root in the depths of her mind were far from normal. Images that were further encouraged by Bellatrix who had worked out with the aid of Hermione's betraying complexion that her body had an effect of sorts on Hermione. Bellatrix had been using that new information over the past couple of days, having now found a way to get to Hermione without having to result to insults and slurs nearly as often as before. Instead she showcased her body, tormenting her in what Hermione couldn't deny as being erotic poses whilst staying mostly clothed, which Hermione was ashamed to say part of her was disappointed over. But that same part of her mind was more than willing to work up Hermione's imagination regardless if she liked it or not.

But at least Hermione could try and justify that behaviour to herself. 'I'm incarcerated, and for two weeks of that imprisonment I was all alone. But now all I have for company, all I can see… Is a somewhat beautiful woman who seems to enjoy tormenting me with her figure… I'm not a prude; I have my needs, my desires… Of course my mind is going to wander; I'm only human after all.' But it wasn't the mental images that made Hermione feel guilty and ashamed… Well not entirely. It was the fact that she never in all her time here, thought about Ron in that way, thinking about it… She didn't think she had ever thought of Ron quite like that ever. She had tried to last night when she was feeling aroused, but she quickly and surprisingly found herself repulsed at what her mind was conjuring up. Instead she reverted to thinking about Bellatrix, willingly. That is what she felt most guilty about, that she felt far more lust and desire for a murderer and torturer, then her own boyfriend.

'We've been friends for 7 years, maybe too long a friendship to be anything else… Hmm, no maybe about it… I think of him as a friend first before I do as a boyfriend, heck maybe even as a really annoying brother… And I knew this… Why did I let myself get involved?' Hermione laid there quizzing herself about her relationship with Ron, about how she felt for him, how he felt for her and came to realise it wasn't the same. She knew what love felt like, she had loved Tonks, maybe part of her still did and even that part of her loved Tonks more than the whole of her loved Ron in that way. 'Great… Nice hole I've dug myself… How will do I tell him? Should I? Or should I see if it changes in time?' Hermione groaned at the prospect of having to break her friends… Boyfriend's heart.

"Now that was a suspicious groan muddy." Bellatrix's voice piped up from her cell, her gaze broke away from the ceiling as her face turned to look at Hermione through her wild thick dark curls. "And I wasn't even doing anything this time, is your imagination working overtime over there my pet?"

"No! I wasn't thinking of you so don't flatter yourself!" Hermione blurted out before she had a chance to think about what she was saying.

"Oh hit a nerve did I? I never said you were thinking about me muddy." Bellatrix said calmly as she sat up, she raised her arms in the air and stretched, arching her back and thrusting her chest out. Hermione quickly averted her eyes, not wanting to give Bellatrix's antics any further satisfaction but that didn't stop the dark witch cackling away. "I see you've stopped… Feeling up… That letter, has the little mudblood got herself an admirer? Been fucking my dear niece have you? Now was that before or after she married the wolf? I wonder what she'd say about you reading her letter but thinking of me while you're at it."

"Firstly, you're so full of yourself, you really must be insane if you really think I'd spare a seconds thought thinking of you!" Hermione snapped, ignoring the voice in her head calling her a liar as she stared hard at the wall in front of her, refusing to look at Bellatrix in case her cheeks told a different story then that of her tongue. "And secondly, my business has got nothing to do with you!"

"Awww poor little mudblood getting all defensive, now can you say that to me without blushing, rather than at the wall?" Bellatrix's voice was surprisingly soft, and strangely inviting, it was almost enough to get Hermione to comply with Bellatrix's request.

Hermione shook her head and gave her leg a little pinch to stay focused, hidden from view from the other witch. "I… I don't have to do anything; I got nothing to prove to you." Hermione sighed inwardly. 'Dammit, I can't let her get to me; I can't let her drag me into a fight.'

Bellatrix was silent for a while and Hermione falsely believed that maybe that was the end of it. "Well you're partly right, you're just a filthy little mudblood whore. You could never prove yourself to anyone, let alone me." No trace of Bellatrix's previous soft tone remained in her voice and instead was replaced with one Hermione was much more familiar with, one of coldness and hate.

"Well if I am such a filthy little mudblood whore… Why are you trying so hard to get my attention?" Hermione tried to keep all emotion out of her voice, her fingernails were digging into her knee, she hoped the discomfort would be enough to keep her focused on maintaining her cool.

The dark witch cackled long and hard. Every time Hermione heard Bellatrix's twisted laugh a cold chill ran down her spine, in her mind the laugh was more unnerving then any of her harsh and cruel tones of voice, for to Hermione it meant that Bellatrix was enjoying herself and that was the last thing she wanted. "Ohh now who's flattering themself? I don't need to try my pet; I can get your attention simply by existing. And as to why?" Bellatrix paused; Hermione heard the clucking of her tongue against her teeth. "I'm bored, and tormenting you is somewhat fun."

Much to Hermiones relief the sound of people approaching cut the conversation short before it could ugly. 'Tonks is here already?' Hermione quickly got to her feet and tried to make herself presentable while ignoring the mocking sounds coming from Bellatrix.

"Morning Hermione." Oswin said as he came into view, followed by the grumpy black haired guard, Hermione felt her heart drop a little but didn't let the disappointment show. 'Maybe I am being taken to a private room after all'

"Morning Oswin." She replied with a small smile.

"You're looking especially cheerful today, looking forward to your visit I take it?"

"I…-"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Bellatrix interrupted with a loud series of tuts. "Now that's not very nice, where's my morning?" She said in a bored tone as she inspected the back of her hand. "Insolent dog." Bellatrix growled out lowly, Hermione, Oswin and the other guard looked at her briefly before turning their attentions back to each other.

"Anyway… I thought you'd might appreciate the use of the new bathroom before your visitor arrived so I've rearranged your slot on the rota to go now instead of later. We've come to escort you… Both." Oswin added, ignoring the dark witch in the cell behind him. Hermione's eyes quickly darted back to Bellatrix, who was still admiring the back of her hand, but a grin was now playing about her lips. Oswin noticed the exchanged and frowned. "I promise Hermione, it will be safe, the worst she can do is waggle her forked tongue." That comment earned a dangerous hiss from Bellatrix and Hermione couldn't help but silently agree with the dark witch. 'That's not the worst she can do.'

"Ok, but… I haven't got any wash things."

"Not to worry, the bathroom has enough toiletries to cover your needs. Also you'll find a fresh pair of undergarments and garbs each." Oswin gave a quick reassuring smile before whipping out his wand and beginning to open Hermione's cell. "Gabriel can you take care of Mrs Lestrange."

The guard called Gabriel moved towards Bellatrix's cell but unlike Oswin, he didn't start to unlock it. "Up!" He barked in a hard tone, Bellatrix peered up at him and snarled before looking to meet Hermione's gaze. For a few moments she did nothing, then she stood up and headed over to the wall, before the guard could give her any more instructions Bellatrix got to her knees and pressed her nose against the wall then proceeded to cross her arms behind her back. Without saying another work Gabriel flicked his wand, a heavy pair of manacles materialised and fastened around Bellatrix's ankles and wrists, before beginning to open her cell.

Hermione kept her eyes on Bellatrix the entire time, she felt very uneasy about something but couldn't put her finger on it. Shrugging to herself, Hermione smiled at Oswin as he let her out of her cell and to her relief, left her unshackled. She followed Oswin down the corridor, taking the time to peer into the deserted cells on the way, the sound of chains clanking and grinding together was following not far behind Hermione, a chilling reminder that in a few minutes she would be alone in a bathroom with Bellatrix, with no bars separating them. 'I hope Oswin is right…'

They walked in near silence, passing through other corridors in her cell block, each one as deserted as the last. Not before long they passed through a large pair of iron doors that led into another corridor, but unlike the other corridors this one had no cells and was slightly wider. Instead of cells, either side of the corridor were a series of large cast iron doors spaced out far apart with a roman numeral stamped on the front in black. Below each numeral was either the words vacant or engaged, but Hermione couldn't hear a peep coming from the ones that were engaged. "Is anyone using them then? I can't hear anything." Hermione asked, she could however hear the sound of raised voices past the door's leading to the next wing. 'I guess those one's aren't as deserted.'

"Each door has a silencing charm for the sake of privacy." Oswin said as he led them to the nearest vacant door which was numbered IV.

Hermione stopped in her tracks, fear crossed her face as Oswin words sunk in, but before she could voice her concerns a body collided hard into the back of her. Hermione stumbled a couple steps forward and spun on her heels, coming face to face with Bellatrix who was wearing a very unnerving grin.

"Watch it muddy!" Bellatrix growled and took a step closer, Hermione gulped hard and moved back closer to Oswin, following him into the room while Gabriel held Bellatrix back and had a word with her.

The bathroom took Hermione by surprise momentarily, compared to the rest of Azkaban, or at least the parts she had seen, the bathroom was luxurious by comparison. Black tiles made up the floor, while the walls and ceiling were made of light grey stone, numerous large dark mahogany beams ran the length of the room across the ceiling. A large iron cast chandelier hung from the most central beam providing the main source of light and several wall mounted candles made up for the lack of a window.

Hermione saw what Oswin had meant by her side, either side of the bathroom was identical, both sides had a pair of large wooden cubicles, the smaller of the two was for the toilet, while the large one doubled as both a changing room and a shower, with a small curtain dividing it into two. Also on each side was a set of dark wooden counters, some shelves and a wash basin, sitting above the basin was a small mirror while on the shelves there was the promised toiletries. The crowning piece of the bathroom was the large circular bath that sat embedded in the middle of the room, with just the rim raised up from the floor, a set of bronze taps were on both sides of the bath, right opposite each other. 'One bath… Ohh this is going to be awkward… How is this going to work?'

The clink of chains brought Hermione's attention away from her surroundings and looked back to see Bellatrix enter with Gabriel close behind. Hermione took a couple steps back to avoid any more accidental bumps and watched as she was taken to the other side of the bathroom.

"Right ok." Oswin finally spoke up after Bellatrix was on the other side. "I saw you looked a little panicked when I mentioned the door had a silencing charm on them, do you see the bell hanging by the door?" Hermione looked over to the door and nodded when she the two brass bells that hung either side of the door. "Don't let looks deceive you, they have an alarm charm placed on them, give them a ring and we'll be here right away."

"Ok, thank you Oswin… And what of the wards?"

"Gabriel is just about to apply them now." Oswin motioned over to the other guard who had just left Bellatrix by the wall. Gabriel moved over to the door with his wand in hand then began weaving it effortless through the air, a large magical barrier began to appear and separated the room almost in half, stretching from past the door and straight down to the other end. Hermione tried hard to suppress a smug grin when she realised she had the bigger half. 'I don't think Bellatrix will be too happy about that.' When Gabriel lowered his wand, the barrier faded from view, but just to show it was still in place he prodded at the air with the tip of his wand and sure enough the barrier flared into existence, sparks flew dangerous at the point where contact was made. With another flick of his wand the shackles around Bellatrix's wrists and ankles vanished, Hermione looked at Oswin curiously and hoped he would explain.

"It's only a physical barrier, spells can still pass through. Seeing as neither of you have wands that won't be a problem, it's just in case we need to use ours. Right anyway I think that's everything, we'll be back in an hour, and remember, if you really need us, just ring the bell."

"Thank you." Hermione said in a calm voice, not wanting to show how frightened she still was at the idea. Oswin nodded and then left the room with Gabriel, the large iron doors shut tight with the sound of iron grinding against stone then the sound of it being locked followed. 'Ok… This is it, alone in a bathroom with Bellatrix Lestrange… Merlin save me.'

Hermione looked over first to see what Bellatrix was up to, the dark witch was rubbing her wrists and had started to pace, her gaze didn't fall in Hermione's direction once. Instead she grabbed a few wash products from the shelf and headed into one of the cubicles, shutting the door behind her without so much as a fleeting glance back. 'Uh… Well that's surprising… She acted as if I wasn't here, can't complain I guess.' Hermione had to give herself a little pinch when part of her felt a little disappointed that she wasn't going to get to see Bellatrix out of her garbs.

Shaking her head Hermione moved over to the shelf and took of a bottle of shampoo and body wash, then headed over to the larger cubicle and shut the door. Inside was a small bench with a couple of towels, a clean set of prisoner garbs, a plain black bra and underwear to match. Not wanting to waste time, Hermione quickly shed her prisoner issued plimsolls, her dirty garbs and underwear, now that she was satisfied that she had little to fear from Bellatrix for the time being, she was rather looking forward to a hot shower after weeks of just having a small bowl to wash with.

Stepping through the shower curtain, Hermione fiddled with the knobs under hot water poured from the shower head, soaking her from head to foot, encasing her body in a liquid layer of soothing warmth. "Ahhh that feels so gooood." She said softly to herself as she stretched and flexed her body under the downpour. Using the flannel provided and the body wash, Hermione began to scrub her body clean, rubbing away all the grim and dirt that had accumulated over the past couple weeks.

When she was pleased with the result after what seemed like hours of scrubbing. Hermione then went on to relax slightly and just enjoy the small sense of freedom and privacy, her fingers slid slowly down her body, taking the time to briefly stop at her breasts and tease her nipples, until she evoked a small moan of pleasure from her lips. Her hand crept down her body, ignoring the voice in the back of her head she then went on to relief herself of some of the pent up frustrations she had been experiencing over the past few days.

Her fingers teased her core, running small gentle circles around it, her thumb flickered lightly down over her clit and between her folds. Her breathing picked up pace as she let her fingertips edge closer to her core until they so eagerly slid between her folds, a moan escaped her lips as her fingers rubbed against her. Unable to tease herself any longer, Hermione let a single digit slide slowly deep within her core while her thumb ran circles around her clit and slowly she began to fuck herself in the shower, adding a second finger as she picked up the pace.

Moans tumbled freely from her lips which thankfully were drowned out by the sound of the raging shower, Hermione allowed herself to fall back against the wall of the cubicle for support as she lifted and spread her leg, allowing her to push her fingers deeper and harder inside herself. Arousing images flashed before her mind, the same images that had been tormenting her for days were back in force. She was imagining a certain dark witch naked in the shower with her, three of her slender fingers replacing Hermione's and fucking her hard while her other hand roughly groped her breasts, her teeth sinking into her neck, her lips sucking on her pulse point.

Then… It all came to an abrupt end. "Bellaaaaa." Hermione moaned out loud as she reached her climax and it didn't take long for it to hit home what she had just done. Her hand clamped over her mouth as her eyes widened in shock. 'Oh god… Why did I say that… Fuck…' Embarrassed and a little ashamed she groaned into her hand and mentally scolded herself, before then cleaning herself up and giving her hair a quick wash to take her mind of it.

Once done she grabbed the nearest towel and hastily dried herself, then slipped on the clean undergarments, the fresh set of prisoner attire and her shoes. After taking a deep breath and silently hoping her face wasn't burning red, she stepped out of the cubicle. Her eyes immediately found Bellatrix who was sitting on one of the counters drying her hair, completely topless. Hermione froze, unable to tear her eyes away from the half-naked figure as they took in every detail that they could see, her flat scarred belly, her firm shoulders which looked a little bit bonier then she remembered and of course, her large pale round breasts that jiggled slightly as Bellatrix roughly rubbed at her hair with a towel.

Hermione stood there mesmerized by Bellatrix's small yet well-endowed pale smooth frame. 'She is as beautiful as she is deadly.' She thought as she gulped down hard, there was no denying Bellatrix's beauty now, despite all her mental and emotionally faults, physically she was perfect in Hermione's eyes.

"Hmm could have saved myself the bother of drying myself, if I'd known your eyes would burn into me that much muddy." Bellatrix said in a teasing tone of voice which snapped Hermione out of her trance.

Hermione's eyes quickly left the sight of Bellatrix's breasts and met the dark witches gaze, feeling even more embarrassed then before. "Wha... What? I… I don't know what you mean." She replied stupidly before scurrying quickly over to the mirror by the basin.

"Of course you don't… My pet."

Again Hermione mentally scolded herself for her foolishness and started to finish drying her own hair, every so often Hermione would steal a look in her mirror and catch a glimpse of the half-naked dark witch doing one thing or another by her basin. 'Ok stop it Hermione, stop it! You're making a fool of yourself, get a grip!' The next time Hermione look up she was disappointed to see that Bellatrix had now finished dressing herself.

Grabbing a comb off the shelf, Hermione began to work it through her knotted hair, biting down on her bottom lip to stop any noises of discomfort leaving her lips, to avoid any comments from Bellatrix. It wasn't long until the comb got caught in a particular troublesome knot, after a few rough tugs she worked her way through it, but also managed to send the comb flying across the room and hit the barrier with a crackle.

Sighing at how pathetic and foolish she had made herself seem over the past five minutes, Hermione groaned and walked over to where the comb had fell by the barrier. Whilst bending over to retrieve it, an uneasy feeling passed over her, as if someone had just walked over her grave. Her uneasy grew worse when she stood up and came face to face with Bellatrix, who was barely standing inches away from her, her deep dark eyes burning into her. 'What the… How the hell did she move so fast and silently without me even noticing?'

"Well hello there muddy." She said with a purr as she tilted her head to the side.

'Don't back away, there's no need to be afraid, she can't pass the barrier.' Despite knowing she was safe, she was still very afraid, the last time Bellatrix had been that close she had left scars, both physically and mentally. "What do you want? I'm not afraid of you." Hermione asked in a calm tone of voice, hoping it was enough to cover up how she truly felt.

"Then you're a fool." Bellatrix voice turned cold and sharp, then what came next happened so fast, Hermione didn't see it till it was too late. Bellatrix's hands shot forward passed where the barriers should have been, one grabbed her wrist hard and twisted it further then should have been possible, making her drop the comb, the other hand clamped around Hermione's mouth before she could cry out in pain or for help. "Because you should be afraid muddy, very afraid."

Hermione's eyes widened with fear, there was no point trying to hide it, Bellatrix was right, she should be afraid. 'No no no! How! The barriers… What happened to them?! Oh god… This is all my fault! I forgot how dangerous she can be, I was too busy being distracted by her fucking body!' The pain radiating up her arm from her wrist was agonising, she could feel the strain on her bones as they cried out, if Bellatrix twisted just a bit further Hermione knew she would break her wrist. Hermione's only free hand came up and tried to pry away Bellatrix's hand from her mouth, but all that did was cause her wrist to edge closer to breaking point, her hand clamped tighter over Hermione's mouth further adding to the pain.

"Now now muddy, don't be stupid. The dog already said there's a silencing charm in effect, no one will hear your screams or cries for help… You had your chance to speak, to explain. Now you'll shut up and listen to what I have to say whore." Bellatrix spat out darkly, Hermione could feel the sting of tears starting to leak from her eyes.

"I have waited… Waited so so long for this moment, to have you in my grasp again you filthy whore. You've tormented me for far too long, every time I close my eyes I see you… See you laughing at me, mocking me, both of you!" Bellatrix paused and stared deep into Hermione's eyes as she breathed heavily, all Hermione could see was hate, pure hate, the desire to kill, Bellatrix was going to kill her, Hermione could see that clearly. "Last time… In my heartbreak I killed you too quick… But I don't have that weakness anymore, and I've learned to appreciate dragging it out." 'What… What is she…? What's she talking about?' Hermione thought as the tears streamed down her face, utterly confused and petrified.

Bellatrix then laughed softly and smiled. "I have thought endless about how I'd make you suffer as I did… Unfortunately, I don't have everything at my disposal… And I may not get another chance. So I'll have to make do…" Bellatrix removed her hand slowly from Hermione's mouth. Hermione quickly tried to make a sound, to reason with Bellatrix that she must be mistaking her for someone else, as she not no clue as to what the dark witch was talking about. But the only sound that escaped her lips was a strangled gasp as Bellatrix wrapped her hand tightly around Hermione's throat, her fingernails clawing at her, digging into her skin.

"Now this… This is so much better than before, so much more… Satisfying. Watching your life slowly ebb away." Bellatrix was hysterical as she spoke, a large smile danced upon her lips, the hate in her eyes still burnt strong but now they held a hint of joy too. Hermione had no idea what to do as she struggled desperately to breath, her hand came up as she tried to scratch and pull at Bellatrix, aiming for her face. But her grip grew tighter the more Hermione tried to resist, giving up trying to attack Bellatrix she tried to pry her hand away, but the Death Eater's grip remained unyielding.

"But… I'm not completely heartless, I will give you a parting gift… For old time's sake." Bellatrix lent forward and without further warning, locked her lips over Hermione's and kissed her deeply as they bodies pressed together. Bellatrix's tongue trashed about wildly inside her mouth, rubbing against and dancing around Hermione's, and just for a split second, Hermione returned the kiss.

'So this is how I'm going to die, after everything that happened… I'm going to die in a bathroom alone with Bellatrix, prisoner in a prison I shouldn't be in, being simultaneously kissed and strangled…' Hermione could feel her eyes grow heavy and her lungs running on empty. 'There's so much I wanted to do… People I wanted to see… Harry, Ron, Tonks… My parents… No! I refuse to die right here, right now! I will not!' Hermione felt a burst of energy deep within her and acted out the first thing that came to mind, her knee came crashing up fast into Bellatrix's stomach.

The dark witch pulled away from the kiss and gave a long deep gasp, Hermione felt her grip loosen and with all her strength she pulled back, she tumbled backwards as she freed herself from Bellatrix's grip, and fell to the floor. Gasping to get her some of breath back, Hermione gave a quick glance over at Bellatrix, who was doubled over and clutching at her chest, Hermione then scurried to her feet and raced for the door while still trying to regain her breath. By now Bellatrix had recovered from the attack and made a move towards Hermione, only to be thrown back by the barrier which apparently was now back in place.

For now, Hermione didn't care about what was going on, she only cared about getting out and rang the bell as soon as she got to it. A loud deafening alarm sounded and within seconds the sound of the heavy iron door being unlocked followed, the door opened and Hermione collapsed against Oswin as he entered.

"She… She… Tried to kill… Me… Got through the… Barrier…" Hermione gasped out, looking up at the guard. Oswin immediately spotted the dark handprint around her neck and his face grew dark and serious.

"Gabriel! Escort Miss Granger back to her cell." He said over his shoulder. "It's ok Hermione, try and relax, Gabriel will take you back to your cell and I'll be round soon to find out what happened."

Gently Oswin passed Hermione over to Gabriel, who let her wrap her arm around him for support. Without another word Gabriel started to take Hermione away, Bellatrix was screaming abuse at her back as she left her and Oswin behind. They walked in silence through the corridors, Hermione's mind was racing over what had happened and was still trying to piece it all together by the time they got to her cell.

"Thank you Gabriel." Hermione said as she entered her cell and turned to look back at the guard.

Gabriel grunted as he locked her cell. "Don't thank me you filthy mudblood, your kind are nothing but trouble." He said as he gave her a long cold look before walking off.

Feeling her eyes starting to sting again, Hermione retreated to her bed where she curled up into a ball and began to cry.

A/N: Ok so who hates me? :o This story will eventually be Bellamione but it doesn't mean either will get an easy ride. Hope you enjoyed it :) and I'll update soon! Keep sending in your support ^^ love hearing from you all.