A/N: The response to the large chapter was overwhelming and I'm glad you enjoyed it so much, all that support was a great motivation up posting this update so soon. Also, this chapter is dedicated to Bellatrix who died 15years ago at the Battle of Hogwarts, R.I.P. Bellatrix, but thankfully you live on through your fans :). There was an error uploading the last chapter where it turned half the story italic, I fixed it quickly but I hope that it didn't put anyone off who caught it. The first part of this chapter is in italic for a reason :) A warning that this chapter contains sexual content & violence. Hope you enjoy Chapter 7 :D

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Chapter 7: Forever Marked

Hermione

Hermione found herself relaxing in the large circular bathtub, her head was laid back and the bubbles came up to her shoulders as she soaked up the relaxing warmth. A pure white mist hung thick in the room, obscuring the world from view, as she lifted and stretched her leg she could only just see the tip of her toes through the haze. The sound of the water gently caressing her body was like a lover's touch, it sung to her, soothed her, all her worries and fears had long since flowed away, all she was left with was a feeling of pure ecstasy.

She was waiting for something, for someone. The distant sound of something entering the water beyond the mist excited her, ripples approached her, teasing her with the approach of her visitor. A shadow appeared in the dense fog, black and white creating a grey illusion, Hermione tongue flickered out and wetted her lips, her eyes heavy with lust that emphasized her growing arousal. The fog slowly parted and the shadow became a figure.

Hermione watched as a very naked Bellatrix approached her slowly, she moaned her disapproval at the bubbles hiding most of her body from view. The dark witch's wet black hair clung to her ivory skin, Hermione's eyes lingered over her shoulders, watching them rise and fall as she drew closer, hoping to catch a glimpse of the older woman's perfect breasts. The distance between them was small yet it seemed to take Bellatrix forever to close the gap, one of Hermione's hands came up to her chest and groped her own breast softly, moaning in anticipation.

Until finally they were face to face. "Hello muddy, fancy seeing you here." The dark witch whispered in her ear, unseen hands gripped Hermione's waist and slowly travelled up and down along her hips and sides.

Gulping down hard, Hermione reached out slowly until her hands came into contact with the older witch, they snuck around Bellatrix's body and pulled her in closer. Lips clashed furiously, Bellatrix was relentless and rough, kissing Hermione with a force that would bruise her lips. But Hermione didn't care, in fact she found herself being increasingly turned on by her forcefulness, teeth came down, biting hard on her bottom lip. Hermione moaned in pain and pleasure, her gaping mouth now an open invitation which Bellatrix took advantage of, her tongue trusting into the brunette's mouth. They fought for dominance, waging war with their tongues, Hermione tried to gain the advantage by raking her nails down Bellatrix's back who growled with pleasure and approval.

Bellatrix's hands came up and roughly grasped Hermione's breasts, squeezing them, kneading down hard on them. Fingers clenched her nipples between their tips, causing Hermione to moan softly into the dark witch's mouth. But Hermione needed more, she lifted her leg and hooked it around Bellatrix's ass, the older witch responded with a knowing look, her eyes were hungry with unbridled passion. A hand left her breasts and travelled slowly down towards their goal, the tips of her fingers teased at Hermione's core, stroking and brushing against her clit and lips slowly, teasingly.

Hermione broke away from the kiss. "Bella… Please…" She pleaded as she breathed hard.

Bellatrix cocked her head to the side, her eyes were big and soft, almost innocent like. "Please what muddy?"

"Please… Fuck me…" Her breathing picked up pace, growing further aroused as she begged for it.

Bellatrix smirked and without warning, thrust three fingers deep into her core. The rough intrusion was both painful and pleasurable, and the sounds that escaped her lips reflected that as she half cried, half moaned out loud. Bellatrix wasn't gentle, which Hermione found more and more arousing by the second as she further encouraged the dark witch to take her. Her hips bucked as she rocked back and forth along Bellatrix's fingers, matching her rhythm as she fucked her hard without mercy.

One of Hermione's hand slid around Bellatrix's body and moved down on her, but was swatted away hard by Bellatrix's other hand. Pouting, Hermione slid her hand instead down her own body and rubbed her clit intensely, desperately wanting her release soon so she could return the favour. The older witch's lips kissed down to her neck, finding her pulse point she sucked on it hard and received another long moan of pleasure from Hermione.

"Bella… I… I can't hold on…" Hermione groaned, her leg fastened around Bellatrix tighter, her insides clamped down on her fingers as she reached her peak. "Bellaaaaa!" She cried out, her head thrown back as she hit her release. Panting heavily, she didn't look up but felt as Bellatrix shifted in front of her. She took a hold of her right arm softly and stretched it out to the side, Hermione was too busy recovering from her orgasm to pay much attention to what Bellatrix was doing.

That was until Bellatrix's grip turned to iron and the feel of cold metal touched her skin. Panic and fear quickly replaced her heated passion, she tried to move, but couldn't, she was frozen in place. Screams erupted from her lips as dull metal pierced her skin, carving away roughly and slowly at her flesh, agonising pain engulfed her, like she was being burnt alive from the inside out. Each stroke of the blade drew out fresh screams of raw pain and sheer terror, each one louder than the last until she almost shredded her vocal cords. Hermione had no idea how long it went on for, how long Bellatrix was taking to create her new masterpiece, the salty tears of despair stained her cheeks as they made their way down to her lips.

When it was all over, Bellatrix roughly twisted her arm and brought it up for Hermione to read… 'Whore' was the word carved into her flesh, coloured red by her blood. "You are forever marked muddy, no one will forget what you are… Least of all you." Bellatrix smirked. "Or I should say, everyone will know what you was… When they find your body."

Hermione felt her body collapse as it was freed, screams and tears were still flowing freely. Bellatrix grabbed hold of her shoulders tight and shoved her hard, deep under the water. All Hermione could see as she trashed about, was Bellatrix's laughing face above the water until her lungs filled with water and her eyes dimmed…

Hermione bolted up in her bed panting hard, her body soaked in sweat. Her nightmares had come back with a vengeance since the incident last week, they were darker than ever, playing on her forbidden carnal desires, turning them inside out into something evil.

Slipping out of bed, she headed over to the bowl and water and dapped her face with the small sponge, hoping the cold water would wake her up and also calm her down. The week after passed without much event, with the lack of her wing mate her time over the past few days had quickly descended back into the previous tedious cycle. Nightmares, food, thinking, silence, food, silence, thinking, food, bed, nightmares.

Breakfast was soon delivered with a cold stare from Gabriel, while he hadn't made any further comments since the last one, his face and eyes did all the talking, both of which screamed hate and disgust. Hermione prodded at her food and let her mind freely wander as she ate, at least she had fresh memories to try keep her spirit lifted.

Tonks visit had been most welcome, after Hermione had her little breakdown and sought comfort in the Auror's arms, they gossiped about events outside while joking around and teasingly one another. Tonks did her best to just give just the good news, to keep the mood light, but Hermione wasn't the only one who needed comforting, even although Tonks tried not to give any indication she could use some. Hermione could see the hurt in the Auror's eyes as she avoided certain topics like, about her son Teddy, like about Remus or her father.

Hermione pried, trying to get the Auror to open up to her and after much pouting from both witches, she slowly did. Teddy himself was fine, but he bore the name of her father and was reminded of the fact that she was now a single parent every time she had to get up and see to him. Her mother Andromeda had taken her into her home, both needed each other for comfort and company which Hermione thought was a brilliant idea. The best part of Tonks visit had been all the embracing that had taken place, in those brief moments Hermione could, if only for a minute, forget about all the darkness, the loneliness and the despair.

When Tonks had to leave she promised to visit again soon if she wasn't out by then, that promise was like a light at the end of a dark tunnel, one that Hermione walked closer to as she made it through another day. After the first couple days of never ending silence and boredom, she soon found herself starting to miss the dark witch's presence, the twisted banter and the psychological warfare kept her mind active and sharp. 'The sooner I'm out of here the better, what the hell is wrong with me? Missing Bellatrix? She tried to kill me just last week! Snap out of it Hermione!'

She sighed and pushed her half eaten food aside, Hermione climbed to her feet and stood on her bed, staring out of the cells grate. Shades of deep blue, dark grey, black and the occasional streak of white were all she could see of the outside world, a storm was raging, she could hear the waves crashing against the rocks below, she could hear the wind howling as the rain lashed against the prison. Standing there she could feel her face grow moist and her hair damp as the shower sought out her face but she didn't care, she was in a sombre mood today and beyond caring, the view from her cell showed her the truth of the world. 'It's not, good or evil, black or white… Just shades of grey.'

Above the sound of thunder she could hear the familiar sound of boots smacking against the stone floor as they approached, Hermione turned her head slightly to see who was gracing her with their presence. 'Gabriel, of course it would be.' She thought as he came into view, a smug look was on his face.

"Mrs Granger. I'm here to escort you." He said in a slightly cheerful voice.

Hermione frowned, she didn't like this change in his demeanour. "Where?"

"Processing." He smiled and pulled out his wand. "Against the wall Granger."

"Processing?" She asked as she slowly stepped down from the bed and headed over to the wall, she knew what was coming and mimicked Bellatrix's actions, her nose pressed against the wall as she kneeled down, her hands crossed behind her back. She felt the heavy iron weights clamp around her wrists and ankles, she tried not to flinch when they chafed against her bare wrists. It was the first time since she had arrived that anyone had used the restraints on her, but after the way Gabriel had been treating her, she wasn't surprised but she was determined not to let him see it bothered her.

"Processing." He repeated as he opened her cell and motioned for her to come out. Hermione frowned and left her cell, taking care not to trip on her own chains as Gabriel ushered her forward down the corridors. The only words spoken were directions as they seemed to travel deeper into the heart of Azkaban which only grew darker with each step.

"In." He said when they reached a large pair of black wooden doors, which Hermione hesitated in passing through.

The room was large and dark, with nearly all of the light focusing on two points in the room, the centre and the back wall. At the centre of the room was a large steel restraining table with numerous leather straps, next to the table was a tray on wheels, even from the door she should see sharp instruments glistening in the light. Fear gripped her heart and she took a step back, stumbling into Gabriel, who grunted with annoyance and held her steady.

"It's ok Hermione, you have nothing to fear." Oswin's voice came from the shadows. Taking another look around Hermione noticed a few people present which brought her instant relief, the last muggle-born hater who had her alone with sharp instruments… Left her mark. "Did Gabriel explain why you're here?"

"He just said processing." Hermione replied and moved into the room a little more, Oswin casted an annoyed look over at Gabriel and shook his head.

"That's… The short of it. We've been trying to put this of, we thought… Hoped you'd be gone before we had to do this…" Oswin trailed off and rubbed at his stubble in annoyance.

"Do… What?" Hermione asked, not liking the way everyone, minus Gabriel was refusing to meet her gaze.

Oswin sighed and approached Hermione slowly, he pulled out his wand and with a flick, vanished her restraints. "Every prisoner in Azkaban is processed and registered on the system… Some paperwork needs filling, a couple of photos need taking and… You need marking." Oswin dropped his gaze and looked around the room, gritting his teeth.

Hermione's heart plummeted as she worked out what Oswin was trying to say. "You mean… I'm… Going to have an ID tattooed on me?" 'Like a common criminal, like a murderer… Like Bellatrix…' Hermione felt herself choking up. 'I will not cry, I will not cry!'

"Yes… The Goblins wanted to see proof that you are incarcerated. But since you haven't been processed, we don't have that proof… And the Goblin's won't set foot in Azkaban. They are accusing the Ministry of deceiving them, saying you're just tucked up away in a cosy safe house."

'Why won't they leave me alone?! I've always been so good to all magical creatures, trying to promote better welfare and a way of life for them… So what have I done to them to make me hate me so?' Hermione shook her head in the hopes of hiding her pain and heartbreak. "Can't we make it up?" She asked feebly, knowing that would never work.

"I'm afraid not, I'm sure you are aware that Goblins are excellent at spotting forgeries. They would spot it instantly and things could get a whole lot worse." Oswin said apologetically and gently rested a hand on her shoulder, and looked deep into her eyes. Hermione resisted reacting to the interaction and thanked the fact Tonks wasn't present to tease her about Oswin again. "This won't hurt and the sooner it's done…" He said as he began to lead her to the table.

"… The sooner I'm marked forever." She finished glumly as they reached the table. "It is, isn't it…? Permanent I mean?" Oswin's eyes answered for him. "I see…" She said to herself, fighting back the urge to scream and cry, the desire to resist and fight it, she knew neither would do any good.

"Mrs Riley here is our resident mediwitch, who will be preforming the marking." Oswin gestured towards a middle aged woman with fair hair as she stepped forward.

"Morning Miss Granger… I… I've been doing this for thirty years and now I wish I wasn't… I'm so sorry." The woman said with a sad look.

"Don't be. This isn't your fault." Hermione said softly, trying to reassure the woman somehow who looked thoroughly disheartened at the prospect. "What do you need me to do?" She asked with a little smile.

"If you could… Just lay on the table."

Hermione nodded and taking a deep breath she hoisted herself up onto the table and laid back slowly, she starred up at the lights as she felt her body being fastened down. "Ok Miss Granger, the fastenings are just to keep you in place, can't afford any accidental movements. But you will not be conscious for the procedure, is that ok?" Mrs Riley asked.

"Yes." Hermione replied, giving her consent to be marked for the rest of her life, to be judged as a criminal at first glance. A single tear trickled down her cheek as a wand pressed against her and soon her consciousness faded.

Bellatrix

Bellatrix was gathering her stuff in the bathroom, ready to take a shower. She looked around the room and frowned at the mudblood's absence. 'My mysterious contractor told me she'd be here! And she isn't!'

The mystery man had come again last night, he had told her he would get her bathroom privileges back and that Hermione would be sharing with her. He had also told her that once Hermione was in, the barrier would fall a few minutes after she arrived and not come back up till the guards were due to collect them. Bellatrix had accepted his task as far as he was concerned, but the man was a fool if he thought he could control and use Bellatrix the way he saw fit. 'I've served and been betrayed before, it will not happen again!' But for now she would go along with it for the fun and the thrill of the ride.

She started making her way over to the shower, only to be stopped briefly by the sound of the door unlocking. She turned to watch the door open and in stepped the younger witch followed by the guard Oswin. First Bellatrix made eye contact with the brunette and held her gaze, she seemed different, dejected, broken almost, she gave no suggestion that she was bothered by Bellatrix's presence nor did she voice any objections.

Confused at her docile behaviour, Bellatrix then met Oswin's gaze who frowned at her presence, he moved forward and tested the barrier with his wand several times. Seemingly happy with the results, he then turned to Hermione and whispered something to her, her only reply was a nod and then she walked over to the shelves to gather some things. The guard's gaze followed her as she walked and shut the cubicle door behind her. Oswin brought his head to his forehead and gave Bellatrix one more glance before leaving. 'That was… peculiar.' Bellatrix found herself thinking.

'Oh well, will just make things easier.' She thought with a smile and a shrug, she prowled around her half of the bathroom like a wild animal, she considered the paths open to her. 'I'm here, she's here. I'll find out in a few minutes if the barrier stays up… And if it doesn't…' A wicked smile graced her lips as an idea came to mind. Walking over to the shelf she picked up one of the bottles and unscrewed the cap, then she waited.

She stared hard at the brunette's cubicle, and when she believed a suitable length of time had passed, she got to her hands and knees and gentle rolled the cap across the floor. Her gaze followed the cap intensely, expecting it to be repelled once it got half way… But it didn't. It kept going till it hit the counters on the other side. Suppressing a cackle, she took of her shoes and slowly got to her feet, she strolled leisurely across the room, taking all the time in the world so she didn't make a sound. Her breathing was slow and steady as she drew closer to the cubicle, she could hear the sound of water pouring down but not much else.

Bellatrix came to a stop at the door, her cheek pressed gently against the door, her mouth hung open in suspense. Her hand came up to the door and tested the lock, if it was locked… Then there went the element of surprise. Gently she eased the handle down and… It opened, inside Bellatrix was screaming out in joy, but on the outside she was dangerously quiet. She slowly edged the door open, the sound of the door creaking was drowned out by the shower as it opened inch by inch, listening to every sound and movement the brunette was making, which was hard seeing as she wasn't making either apparently.

When the gap was large enough she slid in slowly, the curtains dividing the room were drawn. 'This is too easy.' She thought with a smug as she closed the door and locked it. The brunette's clothes were laying in a messy pile, Bellatrix considering adding hers to it for a moment but decided against it, she wouldn't get what she needed if she went in nude… Or at least not everything she needed.

She could see the black silhouette of the younger witch, standing tall but not moving. Curiosity came over Bellatrix, along with an uneasy feelings. 'Something isn't right.' She reached out slowly for the side of the curtain that was behind the silhouette, drawing it slightly she peered her head inside.

Hermione had her back to Bellatrix, she was standing naked under the water, her head hanging as she stared down at the floor. Bellatrix momentarily hesitated, the sickening feeling of pity briefly came over her but she pushed it aside as quick as it had come. She took a few moments to take in the brunette's naked form, like her the girl was pale all over with her wet brunette hair clinging down to her shoulder blades, slim slender shoulders sat atop an equally slender back which led down to a small yet round and curvy ass. Bellatrix pouted silently for not being able to see more from her position. 'I'll soon change that.' But definitely appreciated what she could see.

'What am I doing? I got work to do! She could turn at any second!' She thought, annoyed at herself for getting distracted and snapped herself out of her thoughts. She pushed slowly through the curtains and pounced once through. She pushed Hermione hard up against the wall, she yelped out in surprise as Bellatrix pinned her arms behind her back and pressed her knees into the back of Hermione's legs. 'Taking no chances this time.'

"Hello muddy, fancy seeing you here." Bellatrix said sweetly as she rested her chin on the brunettes shoulder. "My my, this is quite the predicament you're in."

"Wha… How… How did you?" Hermione stuttered out in a frightened tone of voice.

"You're not really in the position to ask questions you filthy mudblood whore!" Bellatrix snapped and tightened her grip, causing the girl to cry out. "Now… I realise I may… Have been a bit abrupt last week." Her finger comes up and strokes the side of Hermione's cheek. "But this week, you have a choice. Do you hear muddy?"

"Yes… A choice…" She whimpered out.

"Do you want to know what it is?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

The girl doesn't answer at first as she thinks about how to answer. "Yes please?"

It was the wrong answer and Bellatrix tells her that by yanking back hard on the brunette's hair with her free hand. "Bad muddy! Wrong answer! The answer is mistress, now try again."

"Go to hell…" She mumbles.

Despite herself Bellatrix laughs at the bravery of the girl, foolish, but brave then yanks hard again on her hair causing her to scream. "You are such a naughty pet, now one last time, answer incorrectly again and I'll smash your pretty face into the wall, do you hear me?" Bellatrix hisses in her ear.

The girl whimpered, Bellatrix could see the girl trying to fight back the tears. 'She's strong for a mudblood.' "Yes mistress." She spat out and Bellatrix gave her hair a quick tug for the hostile tone.

"Well since you asked so nicely, I'll tell you. You can either die, right here right now. Or… You can do as I tell you, in which case you'll live… Probably."

"What… What will you ask me to do?"

"Tell! Not ask!" She hisses. "Whatever I want! Now make a choice, quickly muddy."

The young witch doesn't answer right away, Bellatrix rested her chin back on her shoulder and peered at her face, watching the girl trying to come to a decision, or figuring out how to escape. "Tick tock goes the clock. The mudblood needs to answer. Tick tock goes the clock. Or she will die right hereee." She sings innocently in the witch's ear.

"I'll… Do it… Please… Don't hurt me." Hermione pleads, her gaze darting to the side and meeting Bellatrix's.

"No promises on that front muddy!" Bellatrix releases her slightly and spins her round, pushing her back against the wall. But Hermione has other ideas, she tries to push past Bellatrix only to get turned around on the spot as Bellatrix catches her arm, she swings the younger witch against the wall hard. Hermione cries out in pain and is quickly silenced by two firm backhanded slaps across the face, a knee comes up, and this time round it's Bellatrix who knees the girl in the stomach. "So predictable!" Bellatrix laughs and her fist comes up, splitting the girl's lip when it makes contact, more cries of pain fill the shower.

"I'm sorry! Sorry! Please…" Hermione begs as blood trickles down her lip.

"I always thought you was meant to be the smart one. I guess I was wrong, because that most definitely wasn't smart whore!" Bellatrix growled in her face, pinning her shoulders against the wall. "But I'm in a generous mood today, so I'll give you that as your one and only chance… But try anything again! And I WILL kill you, understand?"

"Yes…" Hermione receives another blistering backhander.

"Yes what!"

"Yes mistress…" She sobs, her cheeks have turned red raw from the force Bellatrix put behind each slap.

"That a girl." Bellatrix says softly and smiles. "Now we're going to play a game… I ask questions, you answer truthfully… And Merlin help you if you try and lie, I will know… And you will die. Now I'm a… Fair person. So you can ask a question for each one I ask." Bellatrix smirks at the confusion in the girls eyes. "Do we have a deal muddy?"

"Yes… Mistress." She quickly adds.

"Good pet. Now! I'll go first." Bellatrix clocks her tongue against her teeth as she decides what to ask first. "Why are you here?"

"The Goblins mistress." Bellatrix gave her a hard and dangerous look to suggest her answer wasn't good enough and she'd best elaborate fast. "The Goblins aren't happy about the break in at Gringotts, and the mass murder… They are holding me responsible and threatened to restrict the wizarding community's access to their gold unless I was locked up."

Bellatrix stared hard at her, trying to work out if the girl was lying. She tried to use legilimency but without a wand and in her current condition, wandless legilimency would only work on someone with no defences at all which sadly the girl had. 'Goblins… If the girl is telling the truth, then they are my likely contractors… Which means they most certainly will try use me and betray me once they get what they want.' Her heart plummeted, there would be no freedom, and she knew it had been a lie yet that didn't stop her hopes being dashed.

"I'm not lying mistress." Hermione whispered quietly, her eyes were heavy with fear.

"I know… Well… Your turn." Bellatrix said with a sigh.

She could see the brunette studying her with her eyes, tying to work out the right question to ask, or if she was walking into a trap. "How did you… Get through the barrier mistress?"

Bellatrix smiled. "Someone let me through of course."

"That's not…"

"Not what muddy? And be very careful." Bellatrix hissed.

"Not a full answer mistress…" Hermione quickly shut her eyes and tensed up, obviously expecting a slap for talking back.

Bellatrix grinned and slowly brought a hand up to the younger witch's cheek and gently stroked it then grazed a nail across. "You're right. It wasn't. But it's all I know on the matter… Now, my turn." Bellatrix cocked her head to the side as Hermione opened her eyes, relaxing slightly. "Someone wants you dead, I'm going to take a guess at the Goblins-"

"Someone wants me dead?"

Hermione received another hard backhand. "Don't interrupt mudblood!" Bellatrix's shirks while Hermione's head reels from the impact. "Someone want's you dead, someone here who is working for the Goblin's I'm guessing… Has anyone given you the impression they don't like you here? Apart from me of course."

Her eyes lit up in a mixture of fear and shock. "Yes… Gabriel mistress."

Bellatrix quirked an eyebrow up at that. "Why?"

"Bu… But mistress… It's my turn."

Bellatrix growls, she pulls Hermione forward and slams her back up against the wall hard. "Answer the question muddy! You can have two questions soon." She coo's in the witch's ear.

The brunette nods. "He… Called me a filthy mudblood, said my kind is nothing but trouble… He's always giving me hard looks and treats me roughly mistress." 'Interesting…'

"Hmm he may be a ministry lapdog but I'm starting to like him, good to see our beliefs didn't die along with the Dark Lord. Your turn muddy."

"How do you know someone wants me dead mistress?" Hermione asks, Bellatrix notes the girl is more curious than afraid.

"Someone came to me in the night, a male. He offered me a deal, if I killed you then I'd be rewarded… But he's a fool for thinking I take orders! Only one person had that right and he's dead! But so far he's lived up to his side… He got me and you here in this room as promised, the barrier was down as promised… All that is left, is for me to kill you." The colour faded quickly from Hermione's face and Bellatrix couldn't help but laugh. "Aww scared muddy? I just said I don't take orders, and as long as you play the game… You'll live, for a while."

Hermione quickly spoke up when Bellatrix paused. "Yes mistress, I'm scared."

Bellatrix's face grew dark, the brunette had just got one over on her, her grip tightened on Hermione and moved close till their noses were touching. "Well aren't you a clever mudblood, answering that question quickly and honestly before I could ask what I wanted… Well, at least you're playing the game." She grinned and softly rubbed her cheek against Hermione's and took a whiff of her. "You smell good for someone so filthy… Now ask your question, you have two."

"Ok… Last week… You tried to kill me, you thought I was someone else, I know that… Who did you think I was and why do you hate them so much mistress?"

Bellatrix pulled back fast and stared deep into her eyes, fuming at the younger witch for going in that direction, fear flashed in Hermione's eyes, realising that was a bad topic. Bellatrix gritted her teeth and debated killing the mudblood there and then, but an idea came to her instead. 'Maybe… I can educate her, in the nature of mudbloods.' "Ok muddy, I'm going to tell you a story, listen well."

"I was a rebel when I was young, surprising I know. Always went against my parents, what they told me… What they taught me, as I got older… I found new ways to rebel against them, until I found the perfect outlet for my rebellious nature." Bellatrix paused and studied the girl in front of her, making sure she was following. "I met… a girl… A… Muggle born. A Gryffindor girl in my year, she looked a lot like you… Her hair was a little darker, shorter perhaps, her… Breasts weren't as large or perky as yours, her hips were less defined. But other than that, she looked like you and like you she was smart, cunning, and wilful." Bellatrix closed her eyes as the whores face flashed before her.

"We got together, in secret of course. I was rebellious not stupid, I knew what would happen if my family found out. Over time we grew… Close… It went on for… Years." Bellatrix gritted her teeth and her tone grew dark as she spoke of what came next. "We made plans… Everything was going well. Until I caught her, in bed with… Someone I knew… They laughed at me, mocked me… I learned she was only interested in my wealth, my power, my family ties… So I killed them, that day I learned that my family had always been right, mudblood's are abominations! Parasites clinging to our world and sucking the life out of it! Weakening it! That's why you are all filth! That is why you all need to die! For the good of our world… Filthy fucking whores!"

Bellatrix was breathing heavily, staring at the girl who looked back with a look of… Pity? Compassion? Something stung at her eyes. 'Shit! Shit shit shit! I will not cry in front of a fucking mudblood! I will not cry over that whore ever again!' Bellatrix quickly looked away and squeezed her eyes shut.

A hand came up and softly rested on her cheek. "I am… So sorry Bellatrix." Hermione said gently. Bellatrix should have struck the girl for touching her, for using her name, but she was too busy trying to fight back the tears.

"Right! I grow bored of this game." She said snarling to the side then looked back at Hermione who hadn't dropped her hand yet. "We're still her for a while muddy, now give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you now?" She spat out darkly.

Hermione didn't answer, nor did she remove her hand, she stared at Bellatrix and before Bellatrix could react… The brunette had pressed her lips hard against hers.

A/N: I'm such a tease lol please don't hate me ;) Hope you enjoyed chapter 7 :) Reviews are much appreciated and I'll try update soon x

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