FUN FACT: I wrote chapter 12 before chapter 11 (this one). I paused halfway and said, they need some fluff before we go into the hard stuff; you did just get through a war after all.
Enjoy!
Fighting Monsters
Chapter Eleven: Moments
"The journey is never ending. There's always gonna be growth, improvement, adversity; you just gotta take it all in and do what's right, continue to grow, continue to live in the moment."
—Antonio Brown
"…what," A confused Hermione mumbled, scratching the back of her head as she looked around the white space before her. "Why am I back here again?" She questioned, daring to take a step further into the nothingness.
"I called for you," Hermione jumped, turning around to face the misconfigured body speaking.
The bookworm took a solid step backwards when the figure tried to reach out for her. "What are you?" She demanded, a spell on the tip of her tongue.
"Hermione!" Her mother's voice caused her to jump as she was pulled from her daydream.
The book worm rubbed her eyes from where she sat at one of the stools in the kitchen at the counter. "…sorry, must have zoned out or something. What were you saying?" She asked with an apologetic look.
But her mother just smirked, eyeing her under her thin eye lashes as she quipped. "Zoned out or daydreaming about a certain dark-haired witch who is coming over today?"
"Guilty," Hermione shrugged with a soft blush; lying through her teeth.
Lately she had been having a recurring dream. She was back in the point of no return, but Dumbledore wasn't there to guide her this time and a black figure kept appearing. The figure seemed familiar, but she couldn't get close enough to get a good look. And even if she wanted to get a good look, the creature had such darkness surrounding it that she kept her distance.
Every time it reached out for her, she had a feeling she shouldn't let it touch her. Shouldn't let it reach out for her.
"Anyway, I'm sure Bella will like the picnic you have prepared," Her mother's soothing voice calmed her down as the dream played on repeat in her mind. "Is she excited for classes to begin?"
Hermione scoffed, imaging Bella's face when they finally walked back into Hogwarts. "Yes and no. I think she's more excited to play quidditch again then focusing on her actual school work,"
It had been a month since the incident with her uncle and the school was finally back to its former glory. She and Harry had volunteered to help rebuild the school. Since it was mostly her fault, leading the rebellion and all, it only seemed fitting that she be the one to help clean it up.
There was also the struggle with letting the students know that Hogwarts was finally safe again. Many parents have been complaining about that aspect; not only about the death eaters, but, her as well. Hermione had gotten over a dozen howlers, threatening letters, and suspicious glares over the course of the month. Most of them came from parents who still believed she was advocating her uncles cause and that everything had all been a part of their evil plan.
Truly, the things people made up to find someone to place blame on.
She was anticipating as well as dreading going back to classes. She couldn't wait to get back to her books, return to a normal life, but somehow, she knew that wouldn't be possible. None of them would ever be able to go back to normality.
Too much had changed.
"…honey, your phone is vibrating," Her mother called out, snapping her from another daydream.
Hermione picked up her phone from the table and answered without looking at the screen. "Hello?"
A snort caused her to sit up straighter. "Bloody hell, finally, I've been trying to figure this thing out for minutes!" Came Bella's annoyed voice on the other line.
Monica smiled as she watched her daughter brighten up. "Bella?" Hermione shook her head in amusement. "I taught you how to use your phone over a dozen times, you should be used to it by now," She teased, getting up from the stool to walk into the living room.
Far away from her mother's prying ears.
"Muggle technology is so bloody complicated," Bella groaned on the line. "Tell me again, why I need to carry this with me at all times?"
"Because," Hermione smiled. "It's faster than owls, this way I can just text you or call if I need something,"
She received a sigh from the other witch. "If you say so,"
She hadn't seen much of the other witch this week. Hermione was too busy rebuilding Hogwarts and Bellatrix was overwhelmed with finding a way to find Narcissa. Bella wanted to make sure her little sister was okay and safe; she knew her parents wouldn't hurt Narcissa, but she also knew they would force her to do something she didn't want to.
But despite them not speaking face to face, they have been sending letters. It wasn't until Hermione got sick of them did she send the other witch a phone, so they could communicate easier. She wrote a long letter about how to use the phone which is probably why Bella is still having some trouble with it.
"Why did you call me anyway? Not that I'm not happy to hear your voice," Hermione spoke softly after a few minutes of silence.
Bella spoke up a few seconds later. "…about the picnic you have planned—"
"—oh," Hermione felt her shoulders sag.
She knew where this was going.
"I have to cancel, I'm sorry, but something important came up," Bella said hurriedly over the line. "…but I can stop by tomorrow, so we can do something then, okay?"
Hermione nodded before speaking. "Y-yeah, sure that's fine…can I ask what came up? Maybe I can—"
"—I have to go." Bella said quickly before the line went dead.
Hermione clenched her jaw before tossing her phone on the couch angrily.
"I know that look," Monica sighed as she entered the living room. "What's wrong?"
The bookworm shrugged. "…she had to cancel, said she something important came up,"
"Maybe it did?" Monica said softly. "Bella could have found a lead on her sister, you should be—"
Hermione huffed. "—she should tell me! She makes a huge deal about me lying to her but she's doing the same thing. I could help her look for Narcissa, she was there for me when I was dealing with…" She trailed off. "You know! Why can't she just let me be there?"
"She needs time," Monica placed a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder. "People like Bellatrix, they aren't used to being vulnerable around people; it's not in her nature. But she's trying, if she wasn't then she wouldn't have called…did she reschedule?"
Hermione nodded weakly. "Yeah—"
"Then you shouldn't be upset. She's dealt with your lies for months, if you can't handle hers for a day then you're the one who should rethink things," Monica replied sharply.
Hermione flinched. "…I thought you weren't mad anymore?"
"I said I forgave you and your father for lying to me, I didn't say I wasn't still furious," Monica hissed. "Honestly, you're just like him, so reckless."
Hermione scratched the back of her neck nervously. "…so, you think I should just give her space? You don't think she's rethinking our relationship?"
Or whatever it was going on with them.
"I've seen the way she looks at you, as if it hurts," Monica kissed her daughter on the forehead. "Feelings like that, never go away…she said she was free tomorrow, maybe you can surprise her with something?"
Hermione smiled softly. "Maybe." She paused, biting her lip worriedly. "What was I thinking anyway, a picnic? That's far too bland, Bella needs something more exciting," She mumbled to herself as she made her way upstairs.
"Wha—what are you doing?" Her mother called out, confused.
Hermione frowned. "I have to think of something for tomorrow! Bella deserves the best, I have to do something that shows I'm supportive of her choices,"
"What about the food you made?" Monica asked.
Hermione shouted over her shoulder. "You and dad can eat it!"
Monica shook her head. "Honestly, I thought when she realized her feelings for Bella she'd get better not worse…"
Bella placed her phone in her pocket with much regret. She didn't mean to be so quick on the phone. She'd love to spend hours catching up with Hermione again, but she had to deal with something before she could do that.
"Finally, what took you so long?" She snapped, her anger from hanging up on Hermione coming out to play. "…I ordered you a burger and fries," She said, snatching a fry to toss in her mouth.
Harry shook his head, frowning as he sat across from her in the booth. "Thanks, and sorry, I was busy with speaking to the heads at the ministry."
"What now? I thought you already gave your testimony about what happened?"
The boy shrugged. "They just want to be thorough I suppose, there are a lot of sides to the story and they just want to get it all right. How've you been? Any word of Narcissa yet?"
"…no," Bella sighed, poking her chicken wrap. "I tried contacting some old relatives, but my parents keep to themselves, so no one has heard anything. I'm hoping she'll reach out to me when she can,"
Harry smiled softly, reassuring. "You'll find her again, and she should be somewhat safe with your parents." He took a bite out of his burger, swallowing, before he spoke. "How's Mione?"
"Fine," Bella shrugged with a frown. "Why, did Ginny put you up to asking?"
He nodded, looking away sheepishly from her hard glare. "Yes,"
"Course she did, nosy little—"
Harry cut her off softly. "It's not her fault, she misses having you around the Burrow. Knowing about your life makes her feel close to you; you could at least send her a letter, Bella."
Bella gaped. "I've sent her five this week! Each time, she asks for another, my hand has started cramping up!"
"Oh," Harry scratched the back of his neck. "…didn't know that part…maybe a visit then?"
Bella shook her head. "No, it's pointless, Ron is still upset, and I'll see her at school soon. Your girlfriend can wait," She said as she crossed her arms.
"…you can go visit, you know, Ron still hasn't come home," Harry muttered.
"Why not? That's the only reason I left," Bella frowned.
If she finds out that left a house where she gets an amazing homemade meal every night, for nothing, she is going to hex someone; specifically, Ron, if she saw him.
Harry shrugged. "He likes the time away from everything. And the Burrow reminds him too much of Mione I guess, since that was kind of like her home as well once…it's fine though, he'll move on soon once we leave,"
"Leave?" Bella frowned.
Harry swallowed, preparing for her reaction. "…we spoke with the ministry and they agreed that they'll need some help getting rid of the mess Riddle left around. So, instead of going to Hogwarts for our final year, Ron and I will help capture the remaining death eaters lurking,"
"You're kidding, both of you aren't returning?" Bella growled, running a hand through her thick locks. "The only reason I invited you here was to convince you to stay! It's just one year, Harry—"
"I can't be locked in a classroom when I know people are getting hurt and it's partly my fault." Harry said, looking away with heavy eyes. "…I know Hermione feels the same, it's why she helped rebuild the school with me. But she is book smart, being in school will actually be an asset and will allow her to do more once she graduates; and she needs to protect the school."
Even if they don't want her there.
Bella shook her head, defeated. "But…she needs her friends to be there. You were her only chance at normalcy."
"It's impossible for that, Mione knows it," He sat up straighter. "And she'll have you for that! You've always had her back, before I even knew the truth, just keep being there for her okay? You're doing great," He said honestly. "…and Ron needs this space from her,"
Bella snorted, thinking back to the redhead. "Believe me, I know,"
"And we'll all hang out during holiday," Harry licked his lips. "This isn't goodbye Bella, everyone just needs time to grow in different ways. Time apart will be good for us all, it'll make our friendships stronger," He smiled. "You'll be preparing to become an Auror, like Ron and I, so we'll definitely cross paths again. And Mione, her possibilities are endless so who knows what she'll be doing,"
Bella laughed softly. "…probably finding a way to run the whole place, I suppose,"
"As expected," Harry smiled again. "…this isn't the end, Bella. And I'll speak with Mione before we leave to tell her what I'm planning, I just needed some time…I know she won't be happy, but she'll understand why I have to do this."
Bella raised a brow. "To grow?"
"Exactly," He grinned. "…maybe the next time I see you, you two will finally be either in a solid relationship or engaged."
Bella flushed, slapping him on the arm. "Shut up!"
"I'm hoping for the ladder," He leaned his face into his free palm. "…I can't wait to be your best man at the wedding,"
She huffed, not denying his comment. "How do you know we'll even still be together or get together by then?"
"Because," Harry grinned. "You're not stupid enough to let her go so easily." He snatched the menu when she looked away in thought. "…now, how about some dessert? I could use a chocolate lava cake,"
"Sure," Bella looked up finally, a mischievous spark in her eyes that caused him to shiver. "…and I'll marry Hermione as long as you marry Ginny—"
Bella's loud laugh filled the diner along with the sound of Harry chocking at the unexpected response.
The waiter shifted nervously as he approached them. Why'd he have to get these two on his first week of working here?
The Night Bellatrix Went to See Hermione
Hours Later
A noise in the kitchen woke Hermione from her much-needed slumber. After speaking with Bellatrix all night about things they needed to work on, they had fallen asleep. The dark-haired witch at the foot of the bed and Hermione at the top. It was too late for Bella to leave and Hermione wouldn't let her even if she tried.
"Crookshanks, you better not have gotten into the cereal again," Hermione huffed, rubbing her eyes as she came down the stairs in a long shirt and shorts. "…what—"
She did not expect to see a stumbling Ron greet her at the bottom, hair a mess. "Mione, there you are!" He slurred, throwing his hands in the air excitedly.
"Ronald," She hissed, trying not to wake the literal snoring dragon upstairs. "What are you doing here—oh, you reek of alcohol," Hermione shook her head, grabbing his hand to pull him to the couch. "How did you get in?" She observed the hickies scattered across his pale neck with a sigh.
"Your mum leaves a spare key under the mat," He said quickly before grabbing her hand. "…you look pretty, I love when you keep your hair down like this; so wild and out of control."
Hermione swallowed. "You have to go home, Ron," She knew his mother would be worried.
"Why didn't you choose me?" Ron whispered before a loud burp left his mouth.
If it weren't for the sad look on his face she would have berated him for it. "Ron, come on, let's get you cleaned—"
"No!" He snatched his hand away, rising shakily. "Tell me, am I not good enough? I tried to be who you wanted," He swayed with every question.
Hermione held her wand just in case he fell. "I didn't want that, Ron. You shouldn't feel the need to change yourself for me, you should find someone who loves you for you."
"…like the way I love you?" He asked innocently.
She bit her lip.
Ron laughed weakly. "You only see me as a friend, I get it. You'd rather have her," He cheered loudly, gesturing to the person behind her. "Ah, there she is! The home wreaker herself!"
Hermione swallowed nervously as she watches Bellatrix, face void of emotion, slowly stop at the foot of the steps. She borrowed a blue sweatshirt from Hermione to sleep in, the bookworm took time to admire how it fell perfectly at her hips. Hermione snapped herself out of it before she could eye her bare legs.
She had a bigger issue now.
"Don't call her that," Hermione snapped out of it, turning her attention to her drunk best friend.
He frowned, confused. "But that's what she is, right? She comes waltzing into our lives to take things that don't belong to her—"
"I don't belong to anyone, Ronald." Hermione hissed, he was crossing a serious line.
But he kept going, ignoring Hermione as he looked directly at Bellatrix. "Stole my girlfriend, took my best friend from me…hell, Harry talks to her more than ever! You two are so bloody close these days," He stepped forward even as Hermione tried to push him back. "I can't even go home because my mum is sorry for her, and she has to play the victim. Has to steal my sister just because hers isn't around!"
"Ron, that's enough!" Hermione shoved him fiercely. "You have no right to speak to her that way, especially when you're in my home coming from God knows where."
Ron huffed. "Whatever, I'm done here,"
"Oh no, you're not leaving like this," Hermione shoved him to the couch. "You'd pass out before you even reached the door…now sit here while I get you some blankets," She hissed before moving towards the stairs. "…would you?" She gestured to Bellatrix and the man on the couch.
Bellatrix nodded silently.
"Thank you," Hermione said softly, placing a lingering touch to the witch's shoulder before heading upstairs.
Ron glanced over at her before looking away. They didn't speak. When Hermione returned, Bellatrix was gone, and Ron was passed out on the couch. That night, Ron's snoring wasn't what kept her up.
Instead, it was the note Bellatrix left saying she'd seen her later.
Hermione knocked on the wood door softly.
"Coming!" The familiar voice caused a smile to spread on her lips. "Hey, how can—Hermione? What are you doing here?" Andy's surprised, yet gleeful, expression caused her to laugh. "Well duh, I know why you're here," She said as she pulled her into a hug. "But does she know you're coming?"
Hermione shook her head shyly when she pulled from the hug. "Not quite, I wanted to surprise her,"
"Adorable, really, I thought I'd never see the day," Andy pulled her into the house. "So, tell me everything, Bella won't give me any details," She huffed as she guided her to the couch in the living room.
Hermione blushed, awkwardly sitting across from the black-haired witch. "Uhm, there's nothing to tell, we're just taking it slow,"
"Boring," Andy sighed. "That's worse than her answer,"
A frowned. "…what was her—"
"Ah, right, I remember now," Andy cut her off, leaning in. "Did you take my advice? On giving her a nickname?"
Hermione groaned, it seemed so long ago now. "Are you still on that?"
"What? It's a sign of endearment, and I'm sure she'd love to have one from you. I'm sure she has so many for you already," The Black sister shrugged. "Something fierce, like her…minx maybe?"
Hermione flushed, looking around the room for help. "Andy—"
"Maybe something more personal? Like a French pet-name, you do know we're descendants, right?" She kept speaking even as Hermione went to give her confirmation. "How about minette? She's just like a cat, temper and all—"
Hermione shook her head. "Andy, please," She sighed as Andy gave a sheepish nod. "…where's Ted?"
"Went to get some food from the market with his parents," Andy smiled. "Actually, it's better he's not here to see you,"
The bookworm frowned. "Why?"
Andy snorted, resembling Bellatrix for a moment. "Please, he'd faint if he knew you and Bella were under the same roof. He's still waiting for the autographs Bella promised him,"
Hermione shook her head. "Bella promised him what—actually, I don't care. Is Bella here, I need to talk to her?"
"Last I checked she was sleep, so enter at your own risk," Andy gestured to the steps. "First door on the left, I'll be in the yard practicing spells if you need me."
Hermione stood up from the couch. "Thank you," She said before jogging up the stairs.
She wanted to ask if Andy was practicing spells to prepare for her fifth year but didn't want to get into another long conversation filled with the younger teasing and asking questions she couldn't answer. If she were honest, she still didn't know the rules for this thing she and Bellatrix had going on.
Hopefully she could figure it out now.
"Bella—" Hermione called, opening the cracked door.
Said witch was sitting on the edge of a made bed with a letter in her hands. Hermione watched her look up, annoyed, before surprise reached her face.
"Hermione?" Bellatrix slid the letter under the sheets and stood. "What are you doing here?" She asked somewhat nervously, she noted.
The half blood looked at the familiar owl, frowning. "Just wanted to surprise you—why are you getting letters from Ginny?"
"She misses me," Bellatrix said with ease. "Keeps sending me letters about what's going on and expects me to do the same; it's a pain if you ask me," She crossed her arms as Hermione stepped closer.
"Oh no," Hermione grinned. "You actually have people who care about you and want to keep in touch, what will you do?"
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "I know, it's awful, isn't it?" She cleared her throat after a few seconds of gazing into brown orbs. "…anyway, you said you had a surprise planned?"
"I thought I'd stop by since you were busy yesterday," Hermione said softly. "I know a place where we could go—" She began.
Bellatrix closed her eyes, sighing. "…I can't," She whispered painfully, regretful. "I have to take care of something," Her black eyes searched brown; trying to communicate her guilt.
Hermione felt her stomach drop, nodding, before looking away from the watchful eyes. "Ah, I see…"
"I want to spend time with you." Bellatrix said, meeting her eyes again. "I just…there is a lot I have to deal with, but once it's all taken care of then I'm all yours. We can even sit around and watch that awful show you like so much," She said with some effort, like she didn't really want to but would for her.
Hermione gave a half smile. "Grey's Anatomy is a great show."
"No," Bellatrix shook her head. "It's stupid. What's the point of trying to save people with all these meaningless tools when we have magic?" She said truly confused.
Hermione found herself giving an honest smile this time. "And your show is better?"
"Game of Thrones is life and you will understand that someday," Bellatrix said with such confidence that she couldn't stop her snort. "…I have to go, but, I'll call you?"
Hermione nodded, not having it in her to crack a joke about Bella's phone. "…of course," She muttered before turning her back on the frustrated witch.
"…" Bellatrix reaches out a hand before shaking her head and apparating out of the house.
Hermione pauses near the door, sneaking a glance over her shoulder where the letter Bellatrix left behind rests underneath the bed spread.
Two Weeks Prior
"Why am I sneaking out of your house again?" A grumpy Bellatrix mumbles as they sneak their way towards the stairs. "We didn't do anything,"
Hermione swallows, turning to face her with a frown. "Because, my mum won't see it that way. She'll just know you stayed over without her permission and will make my life miserable, do you want that?" She huffed. "Don't answer that."
Bellatrix snorted. "Just tell her the truth. I couldn't understand how to use this stupid phone, so I came over and you showed me how to use it, but we lost track of time,"
"Yeah, like my mum will buy that, come on before they wake up," Hermione grabbed a soft hand and led the oldest Black down the stairs quickly. "Hurry before they—"
Bellatrix pouted playfully as they reached the door. "What, don't I get a kiss goodbye?"
Hermione stuttered. "Wha-what, now, are you serious?"
"Just teasing, dove," Bellatrix said with a laugh, before she frowned as her hand fell to her side.
She looked up to see a positively livid Granger, face red. "Don't do that!" She hissed.
Bellatrix took a step back, feigning confusion. "Do what?"
"Make false promises, it's cruel,"
The Slytherin raised an eyebrow. "Who said I wasn't serious?" Hermione shivered as she felt a hand run through her hair. "I've told you how I feel, what you choose to do with that information is up to you,"
"…I hate you," Hermione huffed.
"That's not a nice thing to say," The duo jumped as Wendell spoke up from the couch, mug in hand, with Monica beside him. "Sorry, didn't mean to ruin the moment," He teased.
Hermione moved further away from the witch, mortified. "What are you two doing up so early?"
"It's noon sweetie," Monica said to her, but her eyes were clearly taking in the other girl beside her. "Who is this, and why are you trying to sneak her out of my house?"
The eldest Black spoke up, grinning. "Bellatrix Black, nice to see you again Mr. Granger," She gestured to him politely.
Wendell stood up, smirking. "Ah, Bella, last I saw you, you were hexing my daughter for me,"
"Oh, this is the one? She's gorgeous, how did you get so lucky sweetie?" Monica all but squealed, taking Bellatrix in, before moving to pull the other girl into a hug. "Hermione has told me so much about you, from the books you sent her—"
"Mum!" Hermione groaned, dying from embarrassment. "Bella and I were just leaving—"
"Nonsense," Monica pulled Bellatrix to the couch with a smile. "I have waited years to meet her! My little lightening bug couldn't stop talking about you when she first started Hogwarts her first year—"
Hermione blushed. "Mum—"
"Be a dear and grab Bella some snacks from the kitchen, dear," Monica called out.
Bellatrix leaned forward. "Why do you call her lightening bug?"
"Don't tell her," Hermione pleaded.
Monica smiled sweetly. "Well…"
"You're telling her," Hermione shook her head. "I can't believe this is happening, this is my life now," She muttered to herself before leaving to get the snacks.
"…when we first started learning about her magic, she was about five years old, whenever she'd get emotional the lights would go out of control," Monica said with a fond smile.
Bellatrix nodded in understanding. "Ah, lightening bug, it's cute," She said with an honest smile.
"It's embarrassing," Hermione came back to the room with cookies.
Wendell shook his head from beside Bellatrix. "Oh, there are more where that came from," He stuck his tongue out at the outraged face Hermione made. "But we'll save them for another time." He made eye contact with his wife before standing. "…come on, help me pack some food for Bella to take home with her."
"Fine," Hermione agreed, if only to get Bellatrix out the house faster.
Bellatrix shifted nervously once they were left alone. "So, when you say she mentioned me during her first year—does that mean, she told you everything? Even the hexes and teasing I assume? Which I apologize for—"
"I don't," Monica shrugged with a small smile. "I'm not happy my daughter was teased for something out of her control, but, you made her stronger. After she left that first year, she came back with such a fire; you helped her get that. And she's helped you become more compassionate, so I suppose you have both reflected well upon each other."
Bellatrix nodded softly before looking away. "…I care about her, immensely."
"I know. And I'm happy to have you in her life," Monica smiled at a memory. "I'll never forget the day she came home for holiday during your third year. She was so adorable, couldn't understand why she was so furious with finding out about your arranged marriage to that boy. Didn't realize her own jealously at such a young age,"
"…I've watched, or heard, you grow through the stories she'd tell me. From you hexing her in the hall that first year to you trying to make things right by sending those books." Monica took her hand, smiling. "She's difficult, stubborn, and will make you go crazy." She said seriously, searching for something in Bellatrix's gaze.
The Slytherin nodded with a grin. "Yeah, well, so am I."
She was up for the challenge.
It seemed to be the correct thing to say because Mrs. Granger brightened up. "As expected," Monica pulled her in for one last hug as she heard her daughter's footsteps. "…I want at least three grandchildren. Hermione will say that she'll only settle for one but will change her opinion after the first,"
Hermione walked into the living room with a bag of food, her father behind her. "Okay I've got the food," She paused, taking in her mother's innocent face to Bella's red one; the witch wouldn't meet her eyes. "…mum what did you say?" She groaned.
"Nothing." Bellatrix said quickly, before grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling her to the door. "Come on, let's get out of here,"
Hermione frowned, worried. "Oh—bye mum, dad, I'll be back later!" She said before Bellatrix closed the door. "…you, all right? They didn't freak you out too much, did they?"
"I'm fine," Bellatrix leaned into her, hands still together as they walked down the sidewalk. "Your parents are great, I love them,"
Hermione grinned. "Now all that's left is for me to meet yours,"
"Not a chance in hell," Bellatrix said automatically.
Hermione sighed in relief. "Thank goodness, I was just trying to be nice, your mum was bloody awful when I first saw her."
They spent the rest of the day walking aimlessly around Hermione's neighborhood, holding hands.
"Why did you ask to see me? You have everything you want already,"
Bellatrix sighs, slowly taking a seat on the porch beside the man. "Ron, she needs you in her life…as a friend."
"Why do you even care?" The redhead mumbled, looking out at Bill's empty front lawn. "You won, you're with her, it shouldn't matter to you what I am to her."
The witch growled. "It does when both of her friends won't be attending Hogwarts and she'll have this piece missing!" She glared at him, taking in his sorry attempt at growing a beard. "…I just want the two of you to be friends again, and I know you need time, but I just want you to try."
"…I love her," He mumbled.
Bellatrix frowned. "If you loved her then you would accept her decision and still be there for her, even if it hurts. I did, when I thought she was going to choose you,"
Ron licked his dry lips. "How…how did you do it then?"
"I took some time to myself, away from her, and I focused on other things," She explained. "…like, how you and Harry are going to hunt down death eaters; that's amazing, I wish I could drop everything to do that."
Ron looked at her, shrugging. "Why don't you? You're a war hero, part of the golden trio, you could become an Auror without finishing school."
"She needs me right now," Bellatrix leaned back on her hands, looking up. "…and I can't leave without dominating on the quidditch field this year,"
Ron laughed. "Of course not, but I have to warn you; Ginny will give you a run for your money this year now that she's captain,"
Bellatrix scoffed playfully. "Please, everything she knows I taught her over the break," She pauses after a moment. "…so, will you take the time you need and return to her, this time ready to be who she needs you to be?"
"Yeah," Ron sniffed. "I'll send her an owl, so we can keep in touch…I'll send you one too, I suppose." He offered softly.
Bellatrix nodded, another short pause, before she sighed. "…if it makes you feel any better, I cancelled a date with her to meet up with you so she's not too pleased with me right now."
"It should, but, it doesn't," Ron turned to her. "I don't want to sabotage her happiness, or yours. I care deeply for her and you've become somewhat of an annoying older sister to me,"
Bellatrix grinned. "And you're the little brother I've never wanted,"
"I'm serious," He grinned back at her boyishly. "…I want to help you. So, I'm going to give you some advice, take it from someone who ruined his chances with her; Hermione hates it when you blow her off without valid reason. And I'm guessing you didn't tell her much of anything before leaving,"
She shook her head, groaning. "I know, she's going to berate me when I see her next…any advice on getting her to open up to me and stop hiding things?"
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Do it yourself first and then get back to me." He chuckled when she shoves him. "…you're good for her, you challenge in her ways I never could. Starting now, don't mess this up or you'll have me to worry about." He said seriously.
All she could think about was how easily she could take him in a duel.
"Understood," Bellatrix said instead. "…did she try to get you into that bloody show as well?" She asked after a moment.
Ron made a face. "It's awful,"
"I know, Game of Thrones is so much better," Bellatrix said more to herself.
Ron's eyes lit up. "Right! She's so stubborn, wouldn't even watch it with Harry and I,"
"Don't I know it," Bellatrix mumbled, looking away once again.
They spent the night talking about the show and their favorite moments as well as characters. It wasn't until the sun began to set did Ron send her back, demanding she make things right with Hermione as soon as possible.
They parted ways; a new respect for one another.
Weeks Prior
"How's your ice-cream?" Hermione asked, tossing her empty carton into the trash beside the couch.
Bellatrix sighed. "I liked the other flavor better,"
"Cookies and Cream is better than butter pecan, got it," She mumbled, grabbing the remote as she made a note for next time.
Hermione had come home earlier than usual from Hogwarts and decided to call to see if Bellatrix was free to explore the city. The witch agreed, claiming it was boring sitting around watching Andy dote over Ted all day. So, Bellatrix met at her house and they left to walk around Hermione's city where she grew up.
She introduced the witch into more muggle clothes, adoring Bellatrix's fascination with black hoodies and sweatshirts. After shopping for most of the day, Hermione took her to one of her favorite pizza places where she discovered Bellatrix's love for buffalo chicken pizza and fried Oreos. Hermione thought it was an odd choice but couldn't deny Bellatrix's hopeful face.
They left to get ice-cream later, bringing it back to her house when the sun began to set. She knew her parents wouldn't be home until later, so she didn't have to worry about them making things awkward again or embarrassing her.
"I love Christina, she's such a good friend and an amazing cardiac surgeon," Hermione sighed out as the credits from Grey's Anatomy began to roll on the screen.
Bellatrix withheld a groan. "Yeah, too bad it's over now," She mumbled, sitting back as the witch searched through the channels. "…wait! Go back," She hissed, sitting up as she saw some women with blonde hair walking through fire with baby dragons. "What is this?"
Hermione huffed. "Game of Thrones, a show about royal families fighting for the Iron throne, and it's completely barbaric; let's watch—"
"No, I like this," Bellatrix grinned devilishly.
Hermione gaped. "Wh—but—"
"We watched your boring show for three hours, come on, it's my turn!" Bellatrix complained.
"Fine," Hermione growled, logging onto Hulu to start at the first episode. "Only three episodes…can't believe I'm going to sit through this," She mumbled.
Bellatrix nudged her shoulder playfully. "You'll live…"
"Only three, we're not binging this thing," Hermione restated.
Bellatrix frowned. "Binge?"
Hermione laughed before she explained the concept to the confused witch.
They spent the rest of the night binge watching Game of Thrones; and despite Hermione's dislike, she was satisfied with Bellatrix's joy every time something interesting happened.
Bellatrix sighed when she approached Ted's house after spending most of the night with Ron. It was around eleven when she finally got back. She could tell Andy and Ted were asleep by the lights off upstairs; they left the living room light on for her though.
"…" Bellatrix stopped in her track just as she reached the front step. "What are you doing here, it's late?"
Hermione looked up, sighing, as she got up from the porch. "…come with me," She held her hand out for the witch to take.
"I'm exhausted," Bellatrix began, not in the mood for an argument.
Hermione interrupted her softly. "Take my hand."
"…okay," Bellatrix whispered, gently latching onto the offered hand to her.
The dark-haired witch felt her stomach turn as they apparated out of the front yard. Bellatrix let out a soft breath, calming her stomach as she took in the sight of the white tarp pulled over a brick wall. She looked over at the blanket laid out across from it covered with some of her favorite muggle snacks; ranging from smores pop tarts, fruit snacks, Oreos, and a few more.
"What's all this?" Bellatrix asked, turning to face her finally.
Hermione released her hand and chose to cross her arms instead. "…I spoke with Harry," Bellatrix closed her eyes with a sigh. "I know you missed our date yesterday to try convincing him to come back to Hogwarts for me, even though he's deciding to search for the remaining death eaters; I appreciate you trying to do that for me."
"And I read the letter you left on your bed," Hermione held her hands up when Bellatrix gave her an unbelieving look. "I know, invasion of privacy, I'm sorry, I'll never do it again…but, I was worried about you and I know Ginny hates writing letters and that Ron used that owl more times than she ever did during classes,"
Hermione paused to take a breath. "You were with him today, trying to talk him into making things right because I need him as a friend."
"I'm sorry—" Bellatrix began.
Hermione shook her head, smiling. "I'm the one who's supposed to be doing the courting, okay? You, going out of your way to help me reconnect with my friends before we separate, isn't something you should be concerned with,"
"If it concerns you, then I'll always be worried about it." Bellatrix muttered, looking away stubbornly. "I know that things are going to be crazy once we get to school and I just wanted you to have your friends when it gets too tough…when you feel like you're about to slip."
Hermione laughed. "How do you understand me so well?" She took a small step forward. "…Harry and Ron won't be there with me at school, and it's going to be weird. I've been with them since I was a first year, we're the golden trio and we're supposed to be together at every step but…sometimes space and time apart is good."
"…space apart helped me realize my feelings for you, so it has to be good for something," Hermione mumbled softly.
Bellatrix cleared her throat, blushing. "So, you know about Ron, has he reached out to you yet?"
"No, he's not ready, but I'm glad you tried to talk to him…I know you two don't always see eye to eye, and it means a lot to me that you're trying for my sake," Hermione said.
Bellatrix shrugged. "He's not so bad, and he can use a few more friends right now."
"You want Ron to be in my life even if you're not completely comfortable with that?" Hermione asked breathlessly.
The black-haired witch looked up. "Look, dove, for some strange reason he makes you happy. That's all that I care about and—mph!"
In that moment, she became aware of three key things. The first were the hands clutching on her shoulder to pull her in closer. Second, was the brush of those frizzy locks teasing her cheek. And third, Hermione was kissing her chastely on the lips.
Bellatrix closed her eyes before leaning into the kiss and reaching up to brush her fingers across Hermione's waist.
"—shit, I'm so sorry," Hermione hissed, pulling out of their embrace to wring her fingers.
Bellatrix blinked her eyes open slowly, ghosting her finger tips across her tingling lips in awe. "…"
Hermione swallowed nervously. "I should have asked you before doing that—"
"Shut up," Bellatrix interrupted her by pulling her into another kiss.
Hermione sighed before falling into the feel of Bellatrix's soft lips brushing against her own. She reached up to run her hands through those unruly curls she dreamed about, pulling her closer. The hands gripping her waist firmly, drawing her nearer, caused a smile to break out on her lips.
"…I have something for you," Hermione whispered, brushing her nose with Bellatrix's playfully.
Bellatrix kissed her pouty bottom lip. "No thanks, I'm fine with this gift I have here,"
Hermione allowed one more firm kiss, basking in the moment, before pulling away completely. "I'm serious, come on, it took me all day to get this together." She giggled, grabbing Bellatrix's hand, and pulling her towards the blanket on the grass. "Since we didn't get to have our picnic the other day, I thought I'd bring it to you,"
Bellatrix sat beside her on the blanket, grabbing a pack of Oreos. "And you brought all my favorite snacks, how sweet," She flushed at the consideration.
"It's about to get sweeter," Hermione grinned, pulling out a black remote. "Before movie theatres were created, muggles had something called drive in movies; you drive in with your car, get some snacks, and watch the movie…well, the purpose wasn't really to watch it." She trailed off, blushing.
Bellatrix was about to question it when the screen came to life, she gasped. "You didn't—"
"I did," Hermione smiled shyly, watching the intro to Game of Thrones play out. "This show is barbaric but, you love it so," She trailed off sheepishly.
Bellatrix nudged her. "You have to admit, it's more exciting than your show with those fools in blue coats," She teased, before opening her cookies.
Hermione smiles softly. "Yeah well, I love that show despite what you may believe," She paused, glancing up at the stars above them. "…I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" Bellatrix glanced over, forgetting the show to give her all her attention.
Hermione swallowed. "Well, there are a lot of things I have to tell you, but the most important thing is…I've been having this weird recurring dream," She licked her lips. "I know it could be nothing—"
"No," Bellatrix shook her head. "Dumbledore reached out to you in a dream once, it could mean something. What happens?"
Hermione nodded. "This figure, with a dark presence, tries to approach me and reach for me. It keeps saying that it called for me…I'm in the same place I was when I let go of…" She trailed off.
"When you let go of your uncle?" Bellatrix whispered.
Hermione bit her lower lip. "Yeah,"
"I'm sorry you had to do that," Bellatrix reached for her hand. "I know how much you wanted to save him—"
"—but, some people can't be saved…I know," Hermione sighed. "I can still feel his magic around me sometimes, when I get angry especially. It's like a permanent mark on me. Even when I'm not using dark magic, I can still feel it wrapped around me; it's hard not to use it, it makes me feel so powerful when I do."
She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm still struggling with not using it,"
Bellatrix leaned on her shoulder. "You're in control of your magic, you decide what or who you wish to become. And you might not know what this dream is about, but you'll figure it out; you always do."
"…maybe if I let the figure reach out for me, then I can get some answers." Hermione began.
"You said it was surrounded by dark magic, the very thing you're trying to avoid, I don't think it's wise," Bellatrix quipped. "Maybe you can get answers another way?"
Hermione frowned. "But how?"
"We'll figure it out," Bellatrix promised, gesturing to the screen once more. "Come on, let's try to take your mind of it,"
Hermione smiled softly. "If I have to,"
A tall figure stands before a jury within an area filled with nothingness. Over a dozen curious eyes are watchful but the only eyes that matter are the ones of the all powerful being sitting on the throne before them all; preparing to cast judgement.
"…so, what you're telling me, is the girl has been gifted with our abilities?" The powerful voice vibrated across the void, causing the other bystanders to shiver. "Do we know how or why?"
The figure standing before the throne shook their head. "No, we do not." They said with ease. "What would you have us do? Should we find the one responsible, maybe send for the girl to meet with you soon so we can handle this?"
The figure on the throne waved their hand. "Leave her, she is no threat."
"B-but, your excellence, even so shouldn't we prepare for other arrangements?"
The powerful being shook their head. "No. I will not uproot this child's life for our own selfish gain," The room shook at the royal stood from the throne, oozing greatness. "If anyone gets involved with this matter, without my permission, you will be exiled from my good graces and punished for your crimes!"
Everyone bowed, showing their upmost respect, more than happy to obey.
"No one touches the girl," The powerful being declared, eyeing the one figure in the room who chose not to lower their head as they bowed.
"…" They looked away, lowering their head after an intense stare.
The consequences for disloyalty would be deadly.
So, if you haven't noticed by this chapter...I love Game of Thrones.
And I'll have the next chapter up soon since it's halfway written already.