FIC: Into the Darkness or into the light (2/?)
Into the Darkness or into the light
Author: rebel2ink
Pairing: Hermione/Bellatrix, Hermione/Fleur
Disclaimer: Of course i don't own them, if i did then the real fun could begin ;)
Summary: Hermione's in a dark place, will fleur be able to save her or will Bella get her wicked way.
All mistakes are my own, please forgive.
Chapter Two
Fleur sat in the kitchen of the Burrow, Molly levitated a cup of tea onto the table in front of her. She laid a comforting hand on the blonde's arm, and exchanged nervous glances with the three men sitting opposite and next to them.
Mr Weasley sat a beacon of calm in the rising tension in the room, Ron just stared at Fleur with a look of mindless devotion. Bill promptly slapped the back of his head before he reached across the table taking the French woman's hands in his own. His touch seemed to snap her out of the daze she'd slipped into since arriving at the Burrow.
Bill broke the silence with soothing tones,
"Fleur I know I'm not your husband anymore but I am your friend, so pleased we're worried about you, what's wrong?"
"It is not me you should be concerned for, it is Hermione" Fleur's voice breaking as she spoke.
Molly Weasley burst into life, concern colouring her voice, her hands clutching at her husband, as she spoke to Fleur,
"What's happened? Is she hurt? Please god, don't say she's hurt?"
"Non Non Non Molly, it is not her physical health I am worried about, though she is drinking increasing amounts. It is her mental health and the company she seems to be keeping". Fleur explained to her concerned friends.
Fleur spent the next hour going over and over what she had seen, over the last few days watching Hermione from afar. And the revelation that it seems that Bellatrix turning up the other day was no mere incident, but a regular occurrence. She explained how Hermione spent most of her time working in the dark depths of the ministry or hiding in dingy pubs in Diagon Alley and more recently knockturn alley.
They sat and discussed what they should do, it was clear that in Hermione's current state of mind she was being easily influenced. They realised they had let her drift away, into her own world of isolation. When they'd sent owls they would be returned with only a few lines that in reality told them nothing of how the brilliant witch actually was.
They decided they'd all keep a closer eye on her and inform Professor McGonagall, she'd be able to give some insight into Bellatrix and her motivations. Their concern from the young witch was strong, after everything Hermione had sacrificed to help defeat Voldemort, the family she had lost, she deserved better from them.
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Hermione pinned Bellatrix to the bed, one quick flick of her wand and Bella's hands were bound above her head. Hermione was sat astride her hips enjoy the feel of Bella body squirming under her, a satisfied grin playing on her lips, a small flicker of light danced in the depths of her hazel eyes.
Bella pouted, "Well now what you going to do?"
"Ah now, now Bella. If you'd behaved you wouldn't be all tied up would you?" Hermione said in a teasing tone.
Hermione had just stripped Bella of most of her clothing and was enjoy the pants and moans coming from her as she expertly played Bella's body, like a well practiced piece of music.
Hormone's tongue was expertly teasing her nipples causing her to arch into her touch, her hands parted supple thighs, gliding up over creamy skin towards moist heat- when a banging was heard from her front door.
With an aggravated growl at Hermione's pause, Bellatrix rolled her hips urging her to continue. Hermione nipped harder at her collarbone before continuing her assault on Bella's body.
The banging continued, ignoring Bella curse Hermione rolled off her and pulled on a robe as she walked out the room.
Bella stood frustrated and knowing that they wouldn't be continuing upon Hermione's return, she pulled her hands free from the magical binds and dressed slipping from the room silently.
At the door, Hermione opened it to see a familiar face in the form of Professor McGonagall.
"Professor, what brings you here?" Hermione questioned inclining her head in greeting, ignoring the fact that she was naked under her loosely tide robe, but noting the Professors flushed checks after she noticed her lack of clothing.
"I must speak with you urgently Hermione, May I?" said McGonagall in a whispered urgency, indicating inside the house.
"I'm afraid that this isn't a good time Professor maybe another day" Hermione was aware of the ex- Death Eater who was currently standing behind Hermione, obscured from view by the door, freely groping Hermione's toned form, and nipping and kissing the hidden side of her neck.
"But Ms Granger, this is serious! You are in great danger" continued the professor, imploring her to understand.
"When have I not been, good day Professor" Hermione responded in clipped tones, hoping Minerva would get the point and leave.
Hermione took a deep breath and tried to discreetly to push Bella away once successful Hermione turned her concentration fully to the older woman in front of her.
When Minerva didn't move she met the striking green eyes straight on and continued, "Believe me professor I take the threat very seriously, but I don't want Auror's or ministry protection of any sort, I just don't care anymore, I just want to be left alone," the last part came out shaper then she intended.
"I'm sorry, I just want to be left alone, I can't, and I won't deal with all this again". It was the softness and hurt in Hermione's voice that struck both Bella and McGonagall.
Bella slightly shocked by the words coming from the unusually emotionless and hard Hermione. Stepped further away from her, only to knock into a table piled with books, the knock caused a small avalanche of dusty tombs to fall with loud thuds to the wooden floor.
The professor was about to begin another lecture at Hermione, but was cut off by the loud thuds echoing from inside, Hermione rolled her eyes and stated sternly,
"I'm sorry Professor, but I'm very busy" just before the door closed.
Inside Hermione turned to Bellatrix who, stood slightly awkwardly in the middle of the room, Gone was her usual air of arrogance, instead she looked slightly concerned, maybe it was Hermione's unreadable expression and that dangerous air that surrounded her since the war. Or maybe it was genuine concern for the woman who had captured her heart without her even knowing it.
But she wasn't given time to contemplate this before she was pushed roughly against the door, and soft lips where against hers in a needy and passionate kiss.
They were interrupted again by a banging on the door, they pulled away from each other both breathing deeply "Go Bella" Hermione said looking at Bella once more before turning towards the door.
With an aggravated edge to her voice said, "Professor really, when I said I was busy I meant it- oh Fleur, sorry.
What are you doing here?" Slightly taken aback at Fleur's sudden appearance.
Fleur dragged her eyes over Hermione's barely clothed form, a warm sensation ran through her body awakening her nerve endings, the Veela in her hummed in anticipation. "I'm here to speak with you, so whatever or whoever you were doing will have to wait." The blonde women's eyes where ablaze, she'd heard a throaty moan coming through the door moments previously, the jealously that now flooded through her veins, turned to anger as she pushed open the door and stepped inside.
(To be continued...)