A/N: As always thank you for your support, I love hearing how much you all are enjoying it :). I'm not sure if I've done this chapter justice but see the A/N at the end. A warning that this chapter contains very strong sexual content & violence. Some reviews have been addressed at the end of the chapter. Hope you enjoy Chapter 8 :D

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Chapter 8: Bad Romance

Hermione

Hermione had no idea what she was doing, no idea why she was doing it, she wasn't even sure if she was doing it. But hearing the dark witch open up, seeing the human side of her as she tried to hold back the tears and seeing that she had a heart… Hermione was overcome with an unknown urge, a deep longing. She let herself go and allowed her most basic of instincts and carnal desires to take over as her lips claimed Bellatrix's.

'Oh god… What am I doing?! I'm kissing Bellatrix! I'm willingly kissing a Death Eater!' That rational part of her brain was crying out for her to stop her stupidity, but it was easily drowned out by her raging hormones. All she could think about was the naked beauty in front of her, the taste of her full lips and why the hell Bellatrix wasn't responding to her kiss.

Her hand was resting softly on Bellatrix's cheek as her lips crashed against hers, her tongue tried to gain access, flickering across Bellatrix's lips as she kissed her. But still the older witch didn't respond, she did nothing at all, like she was frozen to the spot. 'Why isn't she responding…? I thought she…' Hermione could see her staring at back at her when she opened her eyes, not in anger, not in hate, confusion maybe? Despite alarm bells ringing inside her head, she tried harder to get a reaction, to get her to understand, her other hand came up and settled on Bellatrix's waist as she bit down on her bottom lip.

When she finally got a reaction it wasn't the one she had hoped for. Bellatrix pulled away and slammed her hard against the wall, she swatted both her hands away and gave Hermione a firm backhand before then grabbing Hermione's face and squeezing down hard on her cheeks. 'I thought… But I guess she doesn't… Of course she wouldn't want to… Why did I even want to?' Hermione wasn't sure what hurt more, the blistering backhander she received or being rejected by a beautiful yet insane psychopath.

Hermione couldn't help but whimper as Bellatrix tightened her hold, she tried to keep eye contact with the older witch, hoping to work out or catch a hint as to what Bellatrix was thinking. She was completely at her mercy and it seemed Bellatrix was done talking. 'Oh god what was I thinking? She just told me about being betrayed by someone who looked like me… And what do I do? I kiss her! Stupid stupid me! How insensitive!' Her fear grew at a tremendous rate as she realising her grave error, Hermione tried to plead, she tried to apologise, to try and reason with her… But every time she went to make a sound, Bellatrix's grip clamped down even harder and all she would manage was an incoherent gargle. Hermione watched as flashes of emotions cycled through Bellatrix's dark orbs, lust, hate, passion, anger, disgust, curiosity.

Bellatrix broke eye contact with her and her eyes trailed down Hermione's body, taking in the clear view of her breasts and her hard pink nipples, Bellatrix's tongue flickered out fleetingly and wetted her lips, the look in her eyes became clear, a yearning hunger. She could feel the eyes on her body travelling down, Hermione couldn't help but blush under the older witch's gaze and instinctively she tried to cross her legs and shield her core from view.

Bellatrix growled lowly and her gaze snapped back up to Hermione's, her dark orbs drilled into her. Hermione watched the conflict raging in the witch's eyes, to take her or to kill her. A similar albeit less crude question was being asked in her mind. 'Why did I kiss her? Why am I… Encouraging her? Why do I want a Death Eater… Bellatrix, to take me? Why am I considering this? Is it to survive? Is it purely desire?' Hermione couldn't put her finger on it, those two reasons may have been part of it, but they weren't the deciding factor… Whatever the reason, it went much deeper than that.

Regardless Hermione soon got what she wanted. Bellatrix's lips clashed furiously with hers, the older witch released her grip on Hermione's cheeks and snaked her hand behind her head, weaving a hand through Hermione's hair. Bellatrix soon deepened the kiss, plundering Hermione's mouth with her tongue, quickly forcing Hermione's into submission and dancing around it. Hermione moaned into her mouth at the ferocity of the kiss, she could feel all of the dark witch's weight behind the kiss as she pressed her body against Hermione's.

A hand came up and roughly grasped at her breasts, Bellatrix's hands alternated between pulling and pressing down on her soft flesh. Her fingers pinched hard at her nipples as she dug her nails into her breasts while she abused them, leaving marks as Hermione groaned in pain and pleasure. Determined not to let Bellatrix have all the control, Hermione glided her hands around the witch and slipped them up under her soaking wet top. Taking a guess at what Bellatrix would like, Hermione raked her uncut nails down the dark witch's back, she had never done anything like this before, and her past experiences had always been gentle and loving. But this was far from gentle and loving, the woman in front of her was a sadistic bitch, gentle and loving wasn't in her nature. A few low groans and growls from Bellatrix encouraged her that she was doing something right at least.

Bellatrix pulled away from the kiss but not before biting down hard on Hermione's lip, drawing fresh blood from where she had punched Hermione earlier then laughed. "Muddy knows how to play!" The dark witch giggled hysterically, a laugh that made Hermione's heart flutter and her knees weak. "How bad do you want to play?" Her other hand slipped down and pressed hard up against Hermione's core, her eyebrows quirked up when she felt how aroused Hermione was. "Very badly it seems… You want to be fucked muddy? Is that it? Fucked like a whore by the big bad Death Eater?" Bellatrix purred against Hermione's neck, her hand still pressing hard against her.

Hermione swallowed hard, all her previous feelings of fear had melted away, replaced with the overwhelming feeling of lust. She hung on Bellatrix's every word, she should have felt insulted, disgusted, instead each word just worked up her body even more. 'God how can this feel so wrong… So twisted… When it feels so good?' "Yes mistress." She replied, not forgetting to address Bellatrix how she had demanded her to do so. Hermione didn't want this to stop, to hell with her pride and dignity.

"Such a pretty thing… Pity about your blood status and the small fact you'll have to die soon, you would have made such a good pet." The dark witch nipped at her neck between her seductive whispers. "Still… You've perked my curiosity enough to put you to my… Personal use today." Bellatrix's hand leaves Hermione's breasts and moves up to her neck, she sweeps her hair aside slowly as she bites her way up… Then stops.

Hermione shudders as she takes a guess at what Bellatrix has seen to make her stop. The dark witch straightens up and stares at Hermione with a blank look on her face. "Now I see…" She mutters softly to herself, much to Hermione's confusion.

"See what mistress?" Hermione asks in a bewildered tone, slightly annoyed that things had stopped but she wasn't about to voice that out loud.

A finger gently strokes over the area where Hermione received her prisoner ID. "You've been branded, when did they mark you my pet?" The dark witch asks curiously as she cocks her head to the side and inspects it closer, Hermione feels Bellatrix's tongue flicker against it lightly and winces.

"About an hour ago… Was brought here after…" Hermione whispers quietly as she tries to push aside the dismal mood that was born when she woke to her mark.

"And how do you feel? And I mean truly feel."

Hermione takes a few moments to consider Bellatrix's question, her mind keeps coming back to a single word. "Empty." She said flatly. 'Dead inside…'

"Mmm a lot do after. They add this to you, yet at the same time they may as well be taking away part of your soul. Forever marked, you become just a number, stripped of your identity."

"Did… Did you feel this way?"

Bellatrix clucks her tongue against her teeth and smiles. "No. I wear my mark as a badge of honour, a symbol of my retribution." She moves aside her thick curls and holds her head high as she shows hers off. Then Bellatrix drops her gaze back to Hermione, her fingers trailing down her arm and over the mark she left months ago. "Hmm but how dare they mark you… You already bare my mark, you're my possession! No one defiles my possessions but me!" Bellatrix's hand travelled down Hermione's body, without warning she pushes a digit inside her, making Hermione gasp at the welcome intrusion. "Tell me muddy… Do you want to feel alive again?" Bellatrix asks as she purrs into Hermione's ear.

'Alive… Yes…' Bellatrix was right, when they marked her it felt like part of her died inside. Her mark was her identity now, everything she was, everything she done would always come second. Passers-by and people that knew her by name only would look at her and no longer would they see the kind bushy haired bookworm, the goody two shoes, the intelligent muggle-born who helped the save the world. No, they would see a criminal, they would associate her with Azkaban and all the darkness and sorrow that came with it, and despite her innocence they would associate her with the other criminals that dwelled within. Not only now did she have to worry that her blood-status may restrict her future, but also being an ex-con when she was finally released, no matter how innocent she was, her name and face was would be forever achieved as a prisoner of Azkaban.

But when Bellatrix corned Hermione and her fate hanged in the balance, she felt the spark of life, she felt alive again despite the dangerous predicament, and she didn't want to lose that feeling again, no matter what it entailed. Making a decision, Hermione's hand slides down, she grabs a hold of Bellatrix's hand and pushes her deeper into her core. "Yes… More than anything mistress." She moans as she feels the dark witch.

Bellatrix cackles darkly and removes her hand, grabbing Hermione she throws her against the wall directly under the shower. Hermione grunts in pain at the impact while hot water rains down hard against her naked chest, Bellatrix moves in close fast, her hand roughly turns Hermione's head to the side and bites her neck. To Hermione's surprise Bellatrix was gentle with her biting at first, her mouth travelled south slowly, kissing and nipping at her smooth slender neck, working her way down past her collarbone where her bites then became more aggressive.

Hermione watched and moaned as Bellatrix moved down to her breasts, she moved her hands through Bellatrix's wet thick dark curls and pulled roughly in reaction to Bellatrix's mouth. The dark witch growled, her lips vibrating against her pink hard nipples as she took them into her mouth, her tongue lashing against them, curling around as she sucked and bit without mercy. Her hands groped harshly at the base of her breasts, her fingers leaving slow fading imprints all over them.

Hermione moaned, feeling more and more aroused as Bellatrix abused her body, she tried to rub her thighs against each other, to hopefully gain some relief. A firm slap across her thighs told her that Bellatrix didn't approve of her impatience. "Don't be impatient muddy!" She hissed against her nipples and nipped down hard, evoking a cry of pain from Hermione.

"Please… Mistress." She pleads.

"No use begging if you don't tell me what you want whore."

"I… Need you… Need you to… Fuck me…" Hermione moans out between Bellatrix's biting.

Bellatrix grins slyly and places a hand back between her legs. "Hmm… you are soaking muddy." She purrs as she rubs her fingers along Hermione's slit, she pulls hard on Bellatrix's hair and gasps as the older witch teases her clit and folds. "Are you sure you want this?" She asks sweetly.

"Fuck… Yes!" Hermione pouts as she watches and waits for Bellatrix to fulfil her.

To Hermione's frustration, Bellatrix stands up straight and gives Hermione a suspiciously gentle kiss on her lips before backing off. "Well muddy… Come and… Earn it." She says seductively and rests her back on the opposite wall, she grips the bottom of her soaking wet top and pulls it over her head before tossing it aside. Then her hands move behind her back slowly and teasingly she unclips her bra and lets it fall to the floor.

Hermione pouts over being denied when she was so close to getting what she desired, but couldn't deny that she's enjoying the game and the view. She takes a step forward only to be stopped with a disapproving noise from the dark witch. "No muddy!" She hisses. "We are not equals, you are below me! And that's how you should approach your mistress! On your hands and knees whore."

Taken aback slightly, Hermione gives the dark witch a blank stare, who was now tapping her foot impatiently, as if she was waiting for a naughty pet to approach and be scolded by its master. For a split second, part of her thought about escaping while she had the chance but it was quickly pushed aside and silenced by her body's carnal desires, and the need to feel alive. Slowly she drops to her knees then leans forward onto all fours, a soft cooing sound from Bellatrix gave her cause to look up, the view was too erotic and enticing to resist.

Fuelled on by the incredibly sexy sight and the excitement that was burning in her core, she crawled forward towards Bellatrix and sat on her knees in front of her. It wasn't hard for Hermione to guess how Bellatrix had intended for her to earn it, she looked up and met the dark witch's hungry eyes and without taking her gaze away, she pulled down softly on Bellatrix's trousers which Bellatrix stepped out of once they reached her ankles. Hermione's hands run softly up the witch's pale, smooth, well-built legs, and came to rest on a pair of wet plain black undies, her lips grazed against Bellatrix's thighs as she started to kiss her way up.

Bellatrix's hands snake their way through Hermione's hair and pulls hard, making Hermione glance up. "I warn you muddy, I don't take kindly to being teased!" Hermione wasn't sure if the witch was being playful or serious, even the smirk she gave Hermione could have swung either way.

When Bellatrix released her grip slightly, Hermione got back to work, her tongue trailed over the wet cotton that covered the older witch's core. Her fine musky scent engulfed Hermione's senses, if Hermione had any doubt about what she wanted right now, they were soon driven away by the aroma and the slightly salty taste on the tip of her tongue. Hooking her fingers under the underwear, she pulled them down slightly and let them slide to Bellatrix's ankles, she eyed the dark witch's core and couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation.

Leaning forward she planted small kisses on the inside of Bellatrix's thigh and worked her way up to her goal, ignoring the inpatient hissing of the Death Eater above. Her lips brushed against Bellatrix's core before then trailing her tongue all the way up her slit slowly, her fingers started to rub slowly at Bellatrix's folds while her mouth found the witch's clit and nipped at it between her teeth.

"Muddy… What… Did I… Say…" Bellatrix tried to growl out, but even she couldn't maintain her hostile tone when Hermione started to suck on her clit, her tongue darting over the sensitive spot as she drew it into her mouth with her lips, burying her mouth into the older woman. "Yesss!" She hears Bellatrix's hiss out, her fingers continue to work on her folds, spreading her juice all over before parting them and sliding her fingers deeper along it.

Hermione sucks hard on Bellatrix's clit and releases it with a loud pop, her tongue flows down and follows her fingers between her folds, lapping up some of her juices as she goes down. Hermione's tongue flickers above her goal, the dark witch pushes her down forcefully, grinding herself against Hermione's mouth, before she then slips her tongue inside. Bellatrix moans and bucks her hips, her hands tangled securely into Hermione's hair as her tongue plunges deep inside the woman.

One of her hands travel up and her fingers toy with Bellatrix's clit while her tongue trashes about inside her, she alternates between withdrawing and thrusting it back in, pulling away occasional to suck and bite on her folds before fucking her some more with her tongue. Erotic sounds fall freely from the Death Eater's mouth as she continues to voice her encouragement. "Yes… Faster! Ahhh… Yes muddy! That's it!"

Bellatrix continues to buck her hips and grind against Hermione's mouth, her hands gripping her hair tighter as she pushes Hermione as close to her core as she can go. Hermione's other hand comes up as she pulls her tongue out, Bellatrix growls her disapproval but is soon silenced when Hermione pushes two digits deep into her. "More!" She throws her head back as she moans. Obeying, Hermione pushed a third digit in and begins to fuck the older woman hard and fast, guessing that Bellatrix wasn't the type who enjoyed slow and gentle.

Her three fingers pump harder and faster into Bellatrix, while her other hand plays with her clit. Leaning in close again, Hermione continues to lap her tongue between her folds, the sensation of being pleased in three ways has Bellatrix going hysterical above her, her body is thrashing about, loud moans of ecstasy escape her lips as she rocks in rhythm to Hermione's fingers.

"Yes muddy! Yes! I'm… I'm…" Bellatrix doesn't need to finish her sentence, Hermione feels her body grow stiff as her muscles clench down on her fingers, soaking her fingers in her juices as she reaches her climax. Hermione lets her ride out her orgasm on her fingers before slowly pulling out, Bellatrix pulls her hair and forces her to look up. "Not… Bad… For a mudblood… Whore…" She groans out, her breathing hard and fast, then she gives Hermione a sly smirk. "You worked so… Hard for that… Don't waste a drop."

Hermione blushes at the compliment and feels dirty yet aroused at Bellatrix's not so subtle hint, she tries to look down and fulfil Bellatrix's demand but is held firmly in place. "Ah ah no muddy… Fingers first, and don't break eye contact."

A small grin appears on the corner of Hermione's lips, and slowly, without looking away, she cleans her fingers one by one, sucking the exquisite juice of each digit before then flickering her tongue over her hand and cleaning up the remainder. Bellatrix's purrs at the sight, her eyes heavy with lust, releasing Hermione's hair she allows her to finish cleaning the rest of Bellatrix's lower body.

"Good whore… Now… If I remember, you wanted to be fucked… Do you still want to be fucked muddy?" Bellatrix asks sweetly as she looks down.

"Yes mistress." Hermione replies staying seated on her knees, she wasn't that foolish to presume she knew what Bellatrix intended for her, if indeed she still intended anything.

Bellatrix lower herself to her knees and gives Hermione a quick deep kiss, then cocks her head to the side. "Mmm I taste good… Ok muddy, on all fours."

Hermione blinks in confusion. "Mistress?"

"You want to be fucked don't you? Then get on all fours!" Bellatrix snaps.

Hesitantly Hermione obeys and moves back to all fours in the middle of the shower, back under the hot water which hammered against her back. "Now… Like I said, you're below me… Muggles, mudbloods, you're just animals compared to a pureblood like myself…" Bellatrix's cold tone sends a shiver down Hermione's spine as she watches the dark witch kneel at her side. "And since you was acting like a bitch on heat, that's how you'll get fucked…"

The dark witch runs a finger slowly down Hermione's spine, her nail grazing her flesh while Hermione tries to look back over her shoulder, watching Bellatrix curiously. Bellatrix leans forward, her tongue flicks out to draw a line up her body and kisses the back of Hermione's neck as her hand travels slowly over her round ass. Hermione saw it coming, yet it didn't stop her yelping in surprise when Bellatrix's hand smacked her ass hard, her other hand grabs a tuff of Hermione's hair and pulls back sharply before delivering another smack across her ass.

"You was right muddy you know…" Bellatrix spoke sweetly as she delivered another hard spank. "What you said the night I arrived back here… About me being aroused that day when I… Cut you." She purred into Hermione's ear as she leant over her. "I do so enjoy causing pain…" Her hand smacks Hermione's ass again, the pain from the continued strikes causing her to cry our louder. "But I never would have guessed you enjoy receiving it…"

As if to prove her point, Bellatrix slides her hand further down and slips it between Hermione's legs, and shortly after her fingers soon come into contact with the soft flesh of Hermione's core. Her fingers tease at Hermione, running along her slit and playing gently with her clit while cocking her head to the side and smiling innocently. Hermione groaned and tried to push back on her fingers, the look in Bellatrix's eye suggested what she was about to do was far from innocent.

Hermione loved being right, and this time was no different as she felt the rough intrusion of Bellatrix's fingers, starting off immediately with three digits as Hermione cried out in pain and pleasure. Just like in everything else Hermione had experienced with the dark witch, Bellatrix showed no mercy or compassion and least of all she didn't hold back as her fingers pumped furiously deep inside her. "Yes… Oh fuck… Yesss…" Hermione cried out every time Bellatrix's digit's fingers slammed deep inside her and it wasn't long till Bellatrix decided that three digits wasn't enough.

"My, you're so wet you filthy whore! I bet I can easily do this…" Bellatrix purred seductively, she pulled at one of Hermione's legs, making her spread herself wide then pushed a forth finger into the fray, easily yes, without pain, no.

Hermione cried out even louder, more in pain then pleasure this time as Bellatrix fucked her with most of her hand. "Ahh fuck! Oh… Fuck… That… That…" Hermione tried to call out but was interrupted by the force of which Bellatrix's was trusting inside her.

"Hurts does it muddy?" Bellatrix asked with false concern.

"Ye… Ahhh… Yes mistress!" Hermione whimpered out but made no move to stop Bellatrix.

"Want me to stop?" Hermione couldn't tell if the dark witch was being sincere or not but it made little difference as Hermione shook her head violently, not caring for the grip Bellatrix still had on her hair.

"Fuck… No mistress!" She cried out loudly as she felt Bellatrix's relentless motion pick up speed.

Bellatrix laughed and leaned down close to her ear. "Good thing I had no intention of stopping then whore." She whispered and released her grip on Hermione's hair.

It took a few moments for Hermione to adjust herself to the new experience, she could feel the strain on her body and the aching between her legs, but couldn't deny how good it felt. 'God… If I could see myself now… Being fucking on all fours by an insane psychopath, and thoroughly enjoying it… I'd think myself insane too.' Shaking her head, Hermione pushed back on Bellatrix's hand, rocking on her hands and knees in rhythm with the other woman. As Bellatrix fucked her faster, harder and deeper, Hermione started making noises she didn't even know she was capable of, the raw and primal grunting and groaning of ecstatic passion.

Bellatrix cackled at the noises erupting from Hermione's lips, clearly pleased with the reaction she was causing, her free hand reached under Hermione and groped at her breasts while she leant forward to bite her shoulder. Hermione's knees were becoming sore and her arms were starting to shake, she could feel herself getting closer to her peak and increased the pace at which she rocked, hoping to push herself over the edge soon.

Inevitably her whole body began to tremble as her muscles clenched down on Bellatrix's fingers. "Bellaaaaaa!" Hermione screamed as she climaxed, unable to take it anymore her arms collapsed and her head came to rest on the wet floor, gasping for breath.

"Such a good pet." Bellatrix cooed sweetly, Hermione watched her out of the corner of her eyes. The dark witch took a finger to her mouth and tasted her juices. "Mmm, not bad for mud… Here muddy, my hand needs cleaning." Bellatrix shoved her hand in front of Hermione's mouth, whose tongue came out and slowly licked at her digits.

Smirking, Bellatrix stood up and for a moment cocked her head to the side as she admired her handiwork, Hermione sat up and wondered what was going to happen next. "Well… Unexpectedly this was quiet fun muddy, I'm only mildly disappointed I didn't kill you." She bent down low and kissed Hermione's forehead before turning on her heels, she then picked up her clothing and made her way for the door.

"Wait…" Hermione said after finding her voice again. "Where are you going?"

"Going?" Bellatrix casted a look over her shoulder, a small grin played about her lips as her eyes dropped down Hermione's body. "Back to my side muddy, before the barriers back up."

"But… What happens now?"

"Now? Nothing, it was just a shag muddy." She replied simply with a shrug. 'Ouch…' Hermione thought as something pricked at her heart.

Hermione shook her head and tried to speak evenly, hoping not to show anything that might betray how she felt about that hurtful comment. "I… I didn't mean that…"

Bellatrix frowned in confusion, pausing for a few seconds to figure out what Hermione meant. "Oh I see… Well, no doubt whoever wants you dead will wonder why I didn't kill you. Nothing you need to fret over."

"What will you say?"

Bellatrix shrugged again and headed over to the door and unlocked it. "I'll think of something, and if I were you I'd keep this to yourself… You never know who you can trust, tell the wrong person and… Well, I'm sure you can guess muddy." Bellatrix opened the door and started to step through it before giving Hermione one last look. "Oh and… That story I told you? Utter a single word to anyone and I'll make you choke to death on that extremely talented tongue of yours… Catch you later… My pet." Bellatrix winked and with that, slipped out.

Hermione sat there confused look and with a frown, unsure how she should be feeling right now. 'I just willing fucked and got fucked by a Bellatrix Lestrange… And I loved it.' Smiling to herself about what just happened, Hermione decided to just enjoy the feeling and worry about her conscious later. For now at least the empty feeling was gone and thanks to Bellatrix, she felt alive again.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed chapter 8 :) Like I said before I'm not entirely sure I did this chapter justice, but can't put my finger on it, tried to show you Hermione's line of thought through this chapter about well… *Shrug* Never mind, maybe I'm just nervous lol. Another Bellamione fic is in the making so keep an eye out for it ;) Reviews are much appreciated and I'll try update soon x

Be sure to check out DrunknMunky85's Bellamione fic entitled Fruits of Love a long and fantastic story about Bellatrix and Hermione.

DrunknMunky85: Answers to those questions will come in time ;) And it is a shame yes, but after rebelling and being shown her parents were right all along, she would resent them even more.

LoveSKINS94: Yep you're right, being shown her parents were right would have made her hate muggleborns even more. Marking her was something I wanted to do since I started the fic :D evil of me I know lol, for now Bella hasn't killed her. But who knows she may change her heart again later.

Greyella: Thank you for your fantastic review :) I'm glad you are enjoying it and I hope you continue to do so ^^.

Alexa: Hard not to want a beautiful woman despite what she's done when you've been mostly alone and secluded for weeks, also doesn't help when that woman flaunts herself lol

And a big thanks again to everyone else who has reviewed so far ^^ Glad you are enjoying it and I hope you continue to do so.