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A/N: This is chapter seven let's hope it's a good one.

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The raven haired witch awoke to a pounding headache most likely brought on by all the alcohol she ingested trying rid Hermione from her thoughts. She stumbled into the bathroom to clean herself up. She turned on the shower so the water was scalding. While letting the water rush over her she thought of the look on Hermione's face while she was in the tub. 'So peaceful, so relaxed.' Her thoughts drifted to the younger witch's body. The tones muscles in her back and legs. The supple amount of cleavage she had. She quickly cursed herself for thinking of the girl and set about washing her jet black hair. After shaving and taking care of her face she stepped out and summoned a fluffy black towel with her wand. She cast a heating charm to dry her hair. Passing through the door back into her room she started putting on the many layers of black clothing.

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Thoughts of Bellatrix had kept Hermione from sleep that night. The older witch was acting strange, and strange for Bellatrix must have been off the deep end for any other normal person. Letting her mind wander the thought of Ginny came upon her. She was probably upset that she hadn't come by as she promised she would. If only she could send an owl. In the midst of her thoughts Bellatrix came sauntering through the door.

"Good morning pet. Sleep well?" she asked in a pleasant tone.

"Not very well Mistress, and you?" there was no need to provoke her when she was in such an oddly cheerful mood.

The older woman put on a pout at this news, "Aww why not? The thoughts of Potter and the Weasley girl keep you up?" she taunted in her childish voice. This put a frown of distaste on the Gryffindor's face.

"They weren't who I was thinking of no." she snapped back.

"Well no need to get so bothered Mudblood; it was only a question after all." She said condescendingly. Hermione just rolled her eyes at the older witch. The Slytherin conjured a fluffy pillow to sit on. She lifted her skirt to sit, giving Hermione a perfect view of the pale legs underneath. Of course she tried not to stare put she found herself entranced until a noise from Bellatrix brought her back to reality. A terrible shade of red flushed her face. A curious Bella quirked an eyebrow at this. "Hm." Was all the Death Eater said.

"Hm? What's that supposed to mean?" the Gryffindor practically shouted. The older woman let out a low chuckle sending chills down the girls spine.

"Well since you're practically undressing me whilst I'm right in front of you I thought I'd bring you back." Another simple answer. An embarrassed Hermione could only lower her head, if not from shame at least to hide the awful color she had turned. "I have to say Mudblood, of all the things they told me about you, no one ever mentioned you fancied the ladies." She stated, causing Hermione to flush again.

"Well well dearie at this rate you'll never return to your normal color. Perhaps I'll leave you now." She mussed aloud.

"No!" she blurted a little too fast, causing the older witch to give her an amused glance.

"Going to miss me that much are we Muddy?" she teased.

"Well it's not as if I have anyone else to keep me company. At least if I had a book I wouldn't miss you." She snapped.

"Should I be offended by that?" she asked darkly.

"No no of course not. I must be delirious that's all." She tried to get out of this.

"Too late." With a few swishes of her wand Bella summoned a tub. She muttered the water spell. "Look at the water girl." She commended. As the younger witch looked down invisible chains pulled her face to the water and held her. She struggled until it hit her to hold still. Once the dizzy feeling set in she was released. Falling on her knees, coughing and sputtering she gasped for breath. "Listen up ickle one; I could make your life very very difficult." She threatened in a hissing voice.

"You don't have to do this Bellatrix." Damn that Gryffindor pride that caused her to fly off the handle.

"But don't you understand you pretty little stupid thing, I like it. I like the thrill of the chase. The capture and whatever else comes from it are all bonuses." Hermione only let out a sigh a shook her head.

"Well I think you could have so much more if you gave this life up."

"Well girl even if I did want to, which I don't" she spat, " There is still the problem of all the things I've already done, and I'll be dammed if I go back to Azkaban." A momentary look of fear passed over her face which quickly turned to anger. "Crucio!" Hermione went down in an instant. After the curse stopped the Gryffindor passed out.

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"Mum." Came the call from the window where Ginny was perched.

"What's wrong love?" Mrs. Weasley answered from the stove where dinner was being made. A month had passed by now and the Burrow hadn't seen hide nor hair of the witch.

"What if something's happened to Hermione?" she asked frantically.

"Oh don't worry my dear I'm sure she's fine. You'd do best not worry dear." She said smiling at the concern her daughter had for her friend.

A thoughtful Molly Weasley took a glance at her daughter, her only daughter. Well now days she considered the other witch as a daughter as well. 'She's getting to be a bean pole.' The mother of many thought. 'Soon she'll graduate and then she'll get a job and a husband and a place of her own and then…' Molly shook away the thought. "Well someone better start having children soon." She mumbled to herself. Ginny only shook her head leaving her mother to ramble to herself.

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The next week was fairly uneventful, although Bellatrix was a bit more cranky than usual. Aside from the rather nasty curse that had been thrown at her the older witch had been a rare appearance. After three days of not seeing the woman the girl started to worry. Of course this happened all the time. Bellatrix disappears for days, the girl worried then she would waltz in, hips in full swing. Her dark eyes would shine and catch Hermione staring. Right on cue the seductress came in, but something was off. She was limping and her dress was torn in shreds. Blood, fresh and old was trickling down her arm from a rather large gash.

"Bellatrix what happened?" she rushed to the older woman.

She let out a groan of pain as the younger witch wrapped her arm around her waist and pulled her down gently. 'Bella must have been in a terrible fight. And here I am with no wand.' The feeling of panic was setting in until Bellatrix screamed for her to do something. The astute witch noticed the wand, Bella's wand. The last thing the Death Eater remembered her wand slipping from her fingers and darkness consuming her.

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A/N: Me thinks this is a good place for a cutoff. Have to keep you on edge. Pleae leave me feedback about this chapter.