Author's Note: First off, I would like to thank everyone for favouriting and reviewing this story! It has received over 100 reviews! I couldn't believe it when I saw that after the last chapter I published. Thank you all again for that! It is awesome to see Pavlov's Theory of Positive Reinforcement at work in myself! :) Now, on a more serious note, I feel as though I may need a bit of a warning for this chapter. It contains a bit of emotional abuse and some physical abuse as well. It is all on the slightly light side of things, but the warning is, nevertheless, necessary. The title for this chapter is a song I loved when I was younger, (Hoping I am not giving away too much of my age with this song.) and I heard it again recently and knew it was the perfect song for this chapter. If anyone wonders why this song was the perfect muse for this chapter, then I suggest going to youtube and typing in 'Porcelain' by Better Than Ezra. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
"Then lie as I scream to the heavens above.
That I was the last one you ever loved."
-lyrics from Porcelain by
Better Than Ezra
"And where do you think you are going?" Hermione asks as she leans against the door frame to her own room, watching the lithe form of Bellatrix Black retreat further down the corridor.
"It's been a long day and Our Lord wishes for an early day tomorrow. I believe He and Severus has worked out an idea to finally allow Him to ascend to Minister of Magic without any problems from the masses," the dark-haired witch replies as she stops and turns towards the younger woman. "I can't believe that we will rule Wizarding England within the week." She chuckles softly as she leans against the wall. "After all this time... who would have thought that it would nearly be over? The Dark Lord will rule as He should and we will all benefit from it. All the problems we have all faced throughout our lives... it will all be over soon."
Hermione feels a slight pang of jealousy when she hears Bellatrix's words. She knows she has nothing to worry about, the other witch only had feelings of daughterly love towards the Dark-Lord, but the thought of watching the dark-haired woman walk down the hallway towards her own room, alone, made the younger woman's anger flare. "Really?" the younger witch drawls as she takes a step out into the corridor and crosses her arms in front of chest. "What problems? I bet you have never had a problem in your life... especially one that could not be fixed with your family's money. All they had to do was say who they were and any problem you faced would disappear like magic. Even if it didn't go away, it would be nothing for your father to just point his wand at the person and Imperius the problem away!"
Bellatrix walks quickly towards Hermione and grips the younger woman's arms tightly. "What is your problem?" she questions through her teeth. Her face dangerously close to the brunette witch's. "You should know better than anyone else in my entire life that what you said is a bloody lie! Or do you forget our history? I watched as you died in my arms and had to be forced to marry the bastard that did it! All I wanted in my life was taken from me that day and I only recently got it all back... but it seems that I was mistaken to even think that you felt the same! All you ever thought about was yourself!" She releases her grip on the younger witch, but still stays within Hermione's personal space.
"I have only thought of myself?" Hermione retorts with a huff. She could feel the bruises forming on her arms from where the older witch had gripped her arms. "Who had only thought of themselves when they had me pinned against the study floor? All you cared about in that one moment was saving your own hide. The Dark-Lord was ready to kill the lot of you and you were no better with me! I thought my life would end that night! It was just happenstance that I hated my life and decided I would help you and your sister. I hoped that I would be correct to assume that my life would change once I did give up the information I had!"
"You insolent little bitch, you used me!" Bellatrix screams as she slaps Hermione.
The brunette covers the side of her cheek with her left hand as her right cherishes the handle of her wand. "And you used me too! Look at everything I have done for you and the Dark-Lord these past few weeks! You used me to get back at all the people who have wronged your side. The people who kept your lot from ruling fourteen years ago. Do you honestly think that any of you would have captured as many members of the Order of the Phoenix as you have without me? I do not think so and you had three members of your own group embedded in the Order!" She shakes her head slowly and smirks. "And I thought your group was better equipped to take over the Wizarding World!"
Hermione turns to walk back towards her room when she feels Bellatrix grip her arm above her elbow and spin her back around to face the dark witch. The older woman slams the brunette's back against the wall and presses her body against the younger woman's, creating a barrier to keep Hermione from escaping. "We are better equipped and you know it," Bellatrix whispers menacingly against the side of Hermione's cheek. "Otherwise you would have never crossed over in the first place." Her tongue creeps out to slowly lick her lips as she presses herself closer to the brunette. "You would have never used his name if you didn't plan on switching sides before we even met at the Manor."
The younger witch feels her breath catch in her throat when she realises that the older witch knew that it was Hermione who had used the Dark-Lord's name for the Snatchers to find them.
"I don't understand why we can not receive help from the others, Harry," Hermione says as she places the pot back over the fire. They had been on their own for several weeks now trying to locate Voldemort's horcruxes. The witch hated being out in the woods, on the run, with Harry and Ron. It grated her nerves that she could not have the luxury of privacy when on the run, but it infuriated her to no end to feel the lecherous gaze of Ron follow her around the tent as she searched for possible ideas on the location of the horcruxes.
"Dumbledore said we could not trust anyone, Hermione," Harry states as he adds a few twigs to the dwindling fire. "We have to do this on our own. Dumbledore would have never gave us this mission if he did not believe that we could not do it on our own."
"I just feel that we should have at least let Professor McGonagall know that we were looking for horcruxes. She could have helped us figure out what Voldemort would have used as his horcruxes."
"Shit..." Harry pours water out of the bucket beside the fire, dousing the flames and allowing the darkness to swallow their encampment. "How could you use his name, Hermione? I thought you were the smart one of the three of us. Remember we heard rumours about him putting a taboo on his name! Now they will come after us for certain."
Hermione is shaken out of her memories as she feels Bellatrix's curls tickle against the side of her face. "How did you know?" she asks as she tries to focus on anything but the closeness of the older witch.
"Who else would speak the taboo but you? You wanted to get caught. You were tired of living out in the woods with people who were beneath you and you knew it was the best way to leave them for good." She runs her hand up the younger witch's side and smirks when she hears a gasp escape Hermione's throat. "Even then you wished to capture the power that had been taken from you. You probably dreamt about the day you would finally sell those two out to the Dark-Lord and wondered what your payment would be. It is just like you to want the people beneath you to suffer for what they did to you."
Hermione tries to focus on Bellatrix's words but the hand under her shirt slowly inching up towards her breasts made it extremely difficult. She bites the inside of her cheek to help her concentrate on the argument she had started to bring out this exact side of the older witch. Hermione wanted and craved the brutal attentions of the dark-haired woman in front of her, but knew from her memories as Enyo, that the only way to receive them was to push Bellatrix further. "'Capture the power that had been taken from you...' Are you referencing me in this scenario you paint, or are you thinking of the past? Of Enyo?" She pushes the older witch away from her and watches as Bellatrix's eyes darken in anger. "As you should already know, Enyo... Hermione... we are the same person, yet still different. I have her memories yes, but I am still myself."
"I know this," Bellatrix huffs. "I am not an idiot. And if you recall, both of you had power taken from you. I referenced both when I said what I said."
"Are you sure you are not an idiot? Are you sure you even want any of this?" Hermione smirks as she sees the older witch quake with a barely controlled rage. She knew she was getting close to her goal and decided to push a little more to achieve the end result she desired. "It doesn't seem as if you want any of this. How long have you made me wait? It seems as if death and suffering is all you wish this time around, Bella. So it shouldn't matter what power I lost, or the power Enyo lost... at the end of the day, you simply do not care for either of us." The younger woman turns back towards her quarters and starts to head back inside when she feels the air behind her crackle with unrestrained magic.
"You think I do not care?" Bellatrix exclaims as she draws her wand. "That I would rather maim, murder, and torture people to insanity?" She flicks her wand causing black ropes to shoot from the tip. The ropes wrap tightly around Hermione causing her to fall to the floor. The younger witch struggles against the bindings but to no avail. The older woman chuckles darkly as she moves closer to Hermione. "I do enjoy those things... call them hobbies of mine, but there is only one thing in this world that I crave more than any of those things." She flicks her wand again causing Hermione to float off the ground.
"And what is that?" Hermione counters as she finally comes face-to-face with Bellatrix again. "The Dark-Lord?"
A loud smack echoes down the abandoned corridor just as the words leave Hermione's mouth. She struggles against the bindings to bring her hand to her face again, but she can not move. "You bitch." Bellatrix grabs the ropes and pulls the younger woman closer to her. "He is like a father to me and he is your uncle. Show some bloody respect!"
"My uncle?" Hermione asks as the blood drips down the side of her mouth.
"Yes. The Dark-Lord was Enyo's uncle. That is why He wanted to protect her so much after her family had died. It is why He puts so much stock into you, my darling. He did not show you his reasoning when he gave you your memories of your life as Enyo back?" Bellatrix lifts her hand up towards Hermione's face and gently wipes the blood from the corner of her mouth. A smile crosses her face as a sudden thought crosses her mind. "You did not have to do this, you know?"
"No, He didn't. He just showed me what had happened to her parents and a few other things about my life." She stares into the eyes of the dark witch in front of her as she remembers the other part of what Bellatrix said to her. "Do what?" Hermione asks as she feels herself melt into the older witch's gentle caress of her cheek.
"You did not have to antagonise me to get me to fuck you," the older witch grins as she pushes the floating younger witch towards the bedroom. "All you had to do was ask."
"And what would that have gotten me?" Hermione asks with a smirk.
"It wouldn't have gotten you what you you are about to receive, I assure you, but it would be close enough.. just not as rough," Bellatrix replies as she flicks her wand causing the ropes to disappear and Hermione to drop unceremoniously on to the bed. The dark-haired witch quickly crawls on the bed and leans over Hermione. She straddles the younger woman's hips and smirks. "Does this bring back memories?"
The younger woman smirks as she pretends to struggle against the older witch, causing Bellatrix to tighten her grip on Hermione's wrists. "It does," she whispers as she feels Bellatrix's hand travel up her arm to caress the scars on the inside of her arm. "I should have been more forward earlier. I did not want to sleep alone again," Hermione murmurs as she feels the older witch's teeth scrape against the side of her neck. "I have dreamt of this since the day I was taken from you and it felt as though an eternity would pass before I could feel this alive again."
"Our lives are short as it is," Bellatrix murmurs into Hermione's ear as she flicks her wand casting a divesto on both of them. The younger witch gasps when she feels Bellatrix's body lower onto her own. The skin on skin contact was intoxicating and Hermione started to crave more. "We need to live every moment as if it is our last," the dark-haired woman continues as she bites and licks her way down towards Hermione's chest. She drags her nails along the younger woman's side causing Hermione to gasp in pain as they break skin and small rivulets of blood stain the white silk sheets underneath. "Any day, this all could back-fire on us and either one of us could die. The fight for power is a terrible one." Bellatrix licks around one of Hermione's taunt nipples, then closes her mouth around it.
The younger witch feels her breath catch in the back of her throat as she watches Bellatrix's movements. Her eyes almost roll into the back of her head when she feels the older woman's teeth bite down on her breast and she trembles when the other witch's fingers dance around her hip. "It is terrible," the younger witch gasps out when she feels Bellatrix thrust into her with two fingers. "But..." Hermione's eyes roll into the back of her head when she feels the dark witch rake her free hand down her other side causing more blood to form underneath them. "But, we must not allow either of ourselves to die." She bites back a moan as the fingers inside her pick up speed. "We have to stay together now more than ever."
Hermione groans in disapproval when she feels Bellatrix's mouth leave her breast but it quickly turns to pleasure when the older woman latches onto her neck and bites down hard. She can feel herself losing the battle over her own control and always her hips to finally roll, on their own accord, with Bellatrix's ministrations. A moan escapes her lips when the older witch pulls her hair harshly and Hermione wraps her arms around the dark-haired woman's shoulders as she feels her body caving into its carnal desires.
"Let go," Bellatrix whispers softly into her ear as her thumb slowly grazes against the bundle of nerves at Hermione's centre. "Just let go Hermione."
The younger witch lets out a sob as she feels her body suddenly convulse. She throws her head back and a strangled moan sounding similar to the older witch's name leaves her throat. Swirling images from Enyo's past swim to the forefront of her mind as she rides the waves of her release. Images of Bellatrix and woman, Hermione assumes to be Enyo, in a similar situation, though the roles reversed. A lone tear escapes her eyes as she slowly comes down from her emotional high. The younger witch hugs Bellatrix tightly to her chest and sighs when she feels the older woman remove her fingers from inside her. "Thank you," Hermione murmurs as she brushes her lips against Bellatrix's cheek.
"For what?" the older witch asks as she licks Hermione's blood from the side of her mouth. The older witch knew she had bitten Hermione too hard when she had latched onto her neck, but the emotions from before and the thoughts of finally consummating the feelings both women shared for one another had clouded her judgment. Bellatrix had hoped that it wouldn't have spoiled the mood between them and was ecstatic that the opposite had come to pass. She runs her hand up the younger witch's taunt stomach when Hermione remains quiet.
The brunette shivers at the contact and finally finds her voice. "I just want to thank you for making me feel alive. For making me feel anything actually." Hermione looks up at the dark witch looking above her and sighs. "I shouldn't have anatgonised you. I know your feelings, but felt as though things were moving too slow. I just needed to feel again. I only feel when you are near. I was dead before I met you and every time we are apart I feel as though I die again. A small death, over and over again until we are together again."
Bellatrix smiles as she runs her hand through Hermione's matted hair. "Then I shall never allow you to feel the cold dark grasp of death again. We will be together forever, my love... even in death we will be together. Nothing shall ever part us again."
The younger witch raises herself up on her elbows and smirks. "You know, I had an interesting memory come to mind whilst in the throws of passion."
"Oh," the older woman says with a soft smile as she runs her fingers down Hermione's neck through the now dried blood. "What memory was that?"
Hermione quickly grabs the dark witch by her shoulders and reverses their positions. She places a knee between Bellatrix's thighs and grasps the witch by her wrists. Dragging them up over Bella's head she smirks. "You. On your back. Chained to the bed and begging for release. Your beautiful, porcelain skin marred with bruises caused by my mouth."
The older witch shudders as she feels magical manacles snake under her wrists and snap shut with a clang. Her ankles are next, and Bellatrix can already feel what this vulnerable state is doing to her body. "If you think you can have me begging, I would love to see you try," the older witch taunts as she feels Hermione's warm mouth trail down her throat.
"Oh, believe me," Hermione murmurs into Bellatrix's neck. "I will have you screaming my name into the heaven's by the time I am finished with you."