Chapter 5

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Hermione was running through Black Manor despretely looking for a way out. The insane shrieking laughter of Bellatrix resonated through the house. Panic struck Hermione in the pit of her stomach. "I have to find a way out of here." she told herself.

The front door was locked and sealed magically, and apparation was out of the question. The sound of Bella's boots approaching filled her with dread. She did the only thing she could do, she turned and got into the dueling stance they had been taught at Hogwarts.

"So the Mudblood wants to fight then." Bella got in her own stance, "Ready? Love?" she asked. The endearment threw the honey haired witch off for just a second allowing Bellatrix the first blow.

"Expellarimus!" she shouted knocking the wand out of the young girls hand. And then she was upon her. Walking slowly and, in Hermiones opinon, sexily. There was a little more swing in her hips then usual. Before she could utter a word she felt herself being slammed against the wall with the tip of Bellatrix's wand at her throat. "You're trapped, so be a good girl and do as I say then." her lips whisped over the frightened witches ear.

"I-I'm n-not afraid of you Bellatrix." she pushed out trying to sound brave, which only made the raven haired witch cackle.

"Aw come come now girl, I'm an accomplished Legilimens remember?" Hermione felt the witches hand slip down her leg, her fingers brushed Bellatrix's that felt like her hand was on fire. Then she realized she was reaching for something. Bellatrix pulled a silver dagger out of her garter and brushed the blade against the soft flesh of her cheek.

"I've seen the things you think about me." she purred in her ear. "I've seen the way you look at me, wanting to touch you." breath hot on her skin. The slender fingers of Bellatrix Lestrange were touching her, roaming down her sides, over her breasts. Cool fingers invaded the warmth of her stomach making her breath hitch. Despite all self control a small moan of pleasure escaped her throat. The touch was like fire.

Hermione felt herself losing this battle, she was trembeling now. Teeth were at her neck roughly now, nipping and pulling her skin, only to be smoothed over by her warm tongue. Her face was as close to Hermione's as could be without touching.

"Is this what you want?" it was barely an audible whisper. The young witch was speechless, a nod was all she could do. And at that blood red lips closed over pale pink ones. This was what she wanted, she melted against the older woman, pulling her closer wanting as much contact as possible. Bellatrix ran her tongue along those soft pink lips and having access at once. The elder witches lips moved to her neck.

"Such soft skin." she murmured. "So clean and untouched." she stared for a minute more, the only sounds were Hermione's ragged breaths. She bit down, hard. A loud moan rippled out of the girls throat. An evil smile curled on Bellatrix's lips. "You taste delicious girl. Too bad I can't enjoy it more." Hermione felt herself stuck between the wall and Bellatrix, and the dagger was raised. A faint voice was calling to Hermione, "Wake up. Wake up Mudblood." opening her eyes she saw the dagger being brought down. As it was about to be plunged into her chest, she was jolted from her sleep, along with the sound of Bella screaming for her to 'Fucking wake up!'.

She looked around to see a very angry looking Bellatrix, who was very red in the face. "I've been shouting for you to wake up for five minutes now." she stated angrily. She tossed her a suspicious look, "What were dreaming about Mudblood?" she asked curiously.

"N-n-nothing. What makes you think I was dreaming anything?" she asked cooly trying to play the situation off so she wouldn't ask questions.

"Don't lie to me Muddy." she said sharply. "I came down here to wake you up and here you are moaning and thrashing around in bed. Explain, now!" she commanded. Again Hermione tried to talk her way out of explaining, not fooling the older witch.

"Was it the Weasley girl you were dreaming of?" she spat with a hint of bitterness, which Hermione thought was from the fact that the Weasleys were considered blood traitors. Bellatrix drew her wand and Hermione could see she was growing impatient.

'Make something up!' her mind screamed at her.

"Yes Mistress." she said lowering her head, hoping the use of the name would appease her.

"Well that's all you had to say, now lets see what got you so bothered then." Fear struck Hermione's face as she realized what was happening. She looked to Bellatrix's face as she did she knew what the older woman had saw. She'd said nothing as she beckoned for the girl to follow her. Hermione quietly followed quietly, walking through the halls she spoke."

"Bella?" she asked tentatively.

"What is it Mudblood?" she snapped in annoyance not turning to look at her.

"What is it you saw?" she asked. The older witch stopped and turned to meet the younger witches gaze.

"What is it you think I saw?" she cocked her head. THe younger witch said nothing, but Bellatrix was obviously in no mood for games. "Muddy," she warned, "I'm about five seconds from crucioing you into oblivion."

Hermione's eyes were like silver dollars now, not wanting to start the morning in such agony she quickly explained the dream in as little detail as she could. When she finished she looked over to Bella who was confused yet satisfied. She started walking again and Hermione followed, looking around the vast house in awe.

"This is your house?" she asked.

"Technically it was my parents house. Since their dead and Narcissa has Malfoy Manor, it became mine. She's still welcome whenever she wants, Blacks always stick together, except for those who disgrace the family name." which was her way of saying Andromeda was no longer a Black. She jumped when Bella spoke again. "I also have Lestrange Manor, when Rodolphis died it became mine, but I much rather prefer it here." she explained.

The house was huge, much larger then even Hermione's and her parents made good money as dentists. But the overall mood was dreary and depressing. She could see the walls were a darker green color, but the huge windows were all covered with dark curtains making it dim and dark in broad daylight. There were no portraits hanging on the walls. The kitchen itself was a sight in its own right. It was huge! And spotless. Looking around the young witch saw Bella seat herself at a table that had the Daily Prophet sitting waiting for her. She went to seat herself only to be pushed back to her feet.

"What is it you think you're here for Mudblood, make me breakfast." she said reading her paper with little interest.

"Fine, what should I fix then?" she looked around for ideas and saw nothing.

"Hm, can you cook anything at all Mudblood?" she asked in distain wrinkling her nose.

Rolling her eyes at the insinuation that she couldn't cook, and ignoring the anger rising in her chest at the word that had somehow become her name, she replied, "Of course I can. I'm perfectly capable of anything you can do without being a Pureblood." she informed the Death Eater who rolled her eyes. Honestly the girl was always trying to challenge her, she might have to show her who was boss.

"Fine Muddy, we'll start you out easy. Pancakes, orange juice and tea. Sound simple enough for you?" she taunted. With a flick of her wand all the necessary tools and ingrediants appeared before the girl. It was a fairly simple order for Hermione who made pancakes all the time.

She busied herself with pouring out flour and milk. Adding the eggs and a pinch of cinnamon. "Ok flour milk eggs, now whisk." she mumbled herself through the farmiliar process until the batter was formed. Adding butter to the pan she poured out the batter. So entranced with her task at hand she didn't notice a curious Bellatrix watching her, with a look of slight confusion on her face. Waiting for the right time to flip the hotcakes, she mumbled, "Good a perfect golden brown." The water she'd put on for the tea was done alls left to do was squeeze oranges. She set the food and tea in front of the older woman with butter and syrup as well as her juice.

"So you did that completely without magic did you?" she asked knowing full and well the girl had done it all by hand.

"Of course I did, I had no wand after all." she explained.

The woman took a bite and nodded, "You did well girl, as a reward you may eat two. Not wanting to question Bella's generous mood she quickly got settled and began to eat. She was four bites in when Bellatrix got up and beckoned her to follow her. She took three huge bites, who knew when she would eat again anyway. She caught up with the older witch who took her to the cellar.

"There now, Mistress has some work to take care of, but I'll be back later so we can play. Perhaps if you're good I'll consider going easy on you." she winked before she turned and left with her sadistic smile plastered on her face. When the door slammed shut the honey haired with let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding in. The term 'Mistress' coming out of Bella's mouth had done something to the girl.

'She's been fairly easy on me already.' she thought to herself. 'Perhaps she's not all bad after all.' but then again the thoughts of all her evil deeds swirled through her mind. 'She's insane.' and that was one thing that should not be forgotten. Looking around the cell she decided it was filthy and looked to the cup and decided she'd try to clean. If this had to be home it could at least be clean she reasoned. She touched the cup and dumped the water to the floor and began to scrub at the layer of grime coating the floor.

Two hours later Bellatrix returned. "Well well Mudblood doing a bit of cleaning are we?" she asked with mock interest.

"Yes Bellatr...Mistress." she corrected herself.

"Marvelous job pet. Too bad your blood will always be flithy." she sneered while laughing.

"What makes your blood any better then mine?" she demanded. This of course was going to provoke a rant from the older woman. This was going to have bad repercussions and she braced herself.

"Well someone's not being too nice. And here I came to have a chat, girl to girl! I see you want to take a different route then, Crucio!" she pointed her wand at the girl, hand on her hip. Oh the agony! The pain of the curse spread and she felt the world going black.

She awoke to water that felt like ice being poured on her. "Well look who decided to join the world again." she stated sarcasticly, her arms crossed in front of her chest. The ache in her body reminded her of what the curse could do. "Anyhow since you're so interested I'd be happy oblidge you." she transfigured herself a chair and grabbed a fistful of wild honey hair and dragged the girl closer ignoring her cries of pain and dropped her at her feet.

"Now Muddy, what makes my blood so much better then yours is that I'm a Pureblood. Your blood is filthy and nasty, tained with that of Muggles. I come from the most Noble House of Black, one of the purest families there is." she listened on for another ten minutes of Bellatrix's rant before she interjected her opinion. But she could see the passion shining in her eyes as she talked.

"Well I think that's a stupid reason to hate someone." she said disgusted by Bella's beliefs. "Shouldn't people be judged by who they are and what they do other then their blood status?" it sounded logical to Hermione, who was almost a human, as well as every other creature, rights activist. It must've sounded like pure nonsense to Bellatrix who snorted and shook her head.

"Well Mudblood, it's too bad I find your kind inferior." she said with an air of superiority.

"Then why am I here?" she asked exhasperated. After all the Dark Lord had no use for her, shouldn't she have been killed by now?

"You're here Mudblood, because you could be of use to me. she stated.

"But you just admitted you hated me because of my blood. What use am I to you?" she sensed she should stop pushing this matter.

"Well if I'm honest I do hate your blood, but I was curious about you." she said simply.

"Well I was curious about you too, but I don't have you chained in a cell somewhere now do I?" honestly the older witch was facinating to her.

"Is that why you were following me?" she asked with mock innocence.

"I wasn't following you Bellatrix." she spat. The use of her name must have gone unnoticed.

She quirked an eyebrow. "Yes you were, it was pure coincidence when I caught you, but when you first saw me I know you followed me and got scared. Silly girl." she let out a laugh at Hermiones shocked face.

"How did you know that?" voice full of wonder and anger. The witch bent so she was close to the other girls face, the low cut in her gown gave Hermione a glance at the perfect creamy mounds of flesh contained by the corset.

"Well Muddy, I sensed someone was following me, being a Legilimens, I envaded your mind, and saw you were terrified of me." she explained in a whispery childlike voice. "Are you afraid of me? Is the ickle Mudblood afraid of the big bad Death Eater?" she baby talked. "Aww the itty bitty mudbaby is afraid that I'm going to kill her." she inched her lips to Hermiones ear, "Well don't worry Muddy we'll be together for a long long time." she let the words fall hot on the young witches ear, causing her to shiver, which seemed to please Bellatrix.

"Well how abou that chat then, hm?" she leane back in her chair.

"Fine," she said trying to compose herself, ignoring the wetness between her legs. "What do you wish to talk about? How filthy I am, how you hate me, your love of the Dark Lord perhaps?"

"We'll start on the easy things first, like school. I hear you're quite the student." she stated.

A bit surprised that the insane woman knew anything about her she answered, "Well I am a good student. I honestly enjoy school and books and learning in general." she informed her, "I love everything about learning, from the smell of the parchment to the way the scratching of a quill sounds.

"Hm, what's your favorite subject then girl?" the woman was genuinely interested. Aside from the misfortune of the blood the girl reminded Bellatrix of herself. So eager to learn, ahead of all her friends and being the slight outcast.

"Well Charms and Tranfiguration are my top two but I'm rather fond of Potions too, just not Professor Snape." she told her. Bellatrix couldn't help but laugh at that. It wasn't an insane cackle or anything like that, it was a real laugh from the belly, light and airy.

"Well old Severus was always a challenge to be with." she informed the younger girl.

"What was your favorite subject in school Mistress?" she was leaning her hands on her knees waiting for the answer, she wanted to find out everything she could about the raven haired woman.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts, of course. But I'm rather fond of Potions and Transfiguration too." she told her. She hesitated as if battling whether to say what she was thinking or not. She shook her head, "Well then girl what do your Muggle parents do?" she tried to keep the usually comforting silence away.

"Their dentists." she said unsure if Bellatrix knew what that was or not. The confused expression idicated she did not. "They take care of peoples teeth." she started. "Since Muggles do't have powers when they get sick or hurt they need a doctor, and dentists are the doctor for teeth."

"What happens if a tooth falls out or gets broken?" the Death Eater asked with interest.

"Well if a tooth breaks they put a cap on it. It's like a fake tooth so it looks normal. If they have a cavity, which is a hole in the tooth, they drill the bad part out and fill it up."

"They drill peoples teeth? Does it hurt? I think I'd be a good dentist then if I had to be." she said.

"Well the drill is small, and they numb your mouth so you don't feel it. YOu can't hurt people Bella, you won't make any money. It's how people make a living, well not all of them are dentists but still." it was rather hard to explain the way the Muggle World worked to a witch.

"Hm muggles do things the hard way." she grumbled. "Wait, Bella? Getting a little too comfortable are we girl?" she asked slightly playful.

A blush crept onto Hermion's face, "Sorry Mistress." head lowered to hide the blush. An uneasy feeling set into Bella's stomach, it was a new feeling for her. The patch between her legs suddenly felt moist at the use of her name. At first it had been to establish power, to break the girl, but she always challenged her. It was that blasted Gryffindor spirit. Against all better thoughts she sat down onthe floor next to the young girl and silently took her hand in hers. A small gasp at the touch escaped the young witch who glanced over to Bella, an unreadable expression was on her face.

Taking the bull by the horns, seeing as this opportunity might never happen again she turned her face and pressed her lips to the the dark haired womans. An explosion went off in both of them, Bella tried fighting the feelings coming over her, but lost. Her fingers tangled in the hair of Hermione. How good it felt to have someone want to kiss you, and not just to force theselves upon you, as Rodolphis had. The girl actually wanted her affection.

The kiss was the best thing Hermione had ever felt. The way Bella tasted, how soft her lips felt against her own. She ran her tongue along Bellatrix's lips and begged for access which she got. Bellatrix ran her hands down the girls chest, over her stomach wanting to explore evey inch of the girl. They parted for air and the scared eyes of Hermione met the dark orbs of Bellatrix. Suddenly a burning sensation was on Bellatrix; the Dark Mark was burning, her master called for her. She pushed the girl away and left without saying a word. Hermione could only watch helplessly as the woman left. She brushed a finger to her lip feeling it tingle. A small smile spread across her face and she laid down in her bed to wait for her Mistress to return unsure of what would happen when she did.

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