A/N: Hi all, I never meant to be gone for so long. I hadn't been writing much, partly due to personal circumstances, partly because my laptop was out of commission and writing on my phone just isn't the same for extended writing sessions. My current goal is to finish this story, and after that, I'll return to my other two works, re-read and edit them, and start finishing them. I'll also be posting them on AO3 when I get back into them. I've spent some time developing a new story (like I don't have other stories begging to be finished) so once I have my current works back under control with updates, I'll begin releasing it. I'm so sorry for the long, long wait for a new chapter. As my personal life has settled back into normalcy, I've felt much more motivated to write again, my ideas have returned in full force and it's such a welcome feeling. I'll be devoting the majority of my attention to this story for the moment, but I do hope to do some writing and development for my other stories as well.
I hope you all had a safe and happy new year, and please enjoy this chapter.
Ollivander's wand shop was as it always was, precarious stacks of wands that were higher than should've been possible and organised in such a way that only Ollivander himself knew where anything was. Hermione found a strange comfort in the shop, being surrounded by the boxes with the different scents of wood mingling in the air. It was almost like being in the library. The white-haired wizard was somewhere among the rows of wands, and Hermione idled in front of the counter, rocking back and forth on her heels. She could feel Bellatrix's ever-soothing presence in the back of her mind, washing over her and bringing a gentle smile to her face as she waited.
"Here you go, my dear," Ollivander said with a wink as he handed her a sleek box that contained her new wand.
"Thank you," she whispered, gently prying off the lid.
He smiled broadly. "While I have no doubt that it is perfect, I would still suggest you give it a wave."
Hermione found herself chuckling at the phrase, remembering with bittersweetness her first wand. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Ollivander slapped a hand on the counter in excitement. "Brilliant!"
The brunette witch delicately removed her new wand, the alder wood a deep, burnt orange and flawlessly smooth against her palm. She could feel the dragon heartstring core, so familiar to her magic- and Bellatrix's- pulsing in time with her heart. It was slightly longer than her last wand at 11 inches, but it felt as natural as her fingers. She gave a tight flick of her wand, brightening the light next to Ollivander's head.
"Beautiful!" he proclaimed, before leaning closer to whisper, "Ms Black's wand is also complete, and is stored in my personal safe until the time is right. I am still working on the other two, but I will owl you when they are finished."
"Thank you, I've already had the fund transfer authorised at Gringott's, they assured me it would be complete by the end of the day," she answered, stowing the wand in her sleeve.
"Enjoy your day, Hermione. And good luck," Ollivander said with a wink.
She waved goodbye, suddenly feeling awkward as she made her way out into Diagon Alley.
Bella? She thought to the dark-haired witch.
Yes, love? Came the immediate reply.
Hermione smiled to herself, letting her hair cover some of her face as she walked. I got my new wand. I still miss my old one, though.
And you will, cub. It's only natural, but in time you'll get used to this one, Bellatrix assured.
The brunette witch hummed mentally, pursing her lips and quickening her pace. She could feel her thoughts spiraling despite Bellatrix's presence and wanted to get back to the manor as quickly as she could, but she didn't trust herself to apparate. The Leaky Cauldron had never felt further away than it did in that moment, and Hermione felt her heart beat in an unsteady rhythm.
Hermione, Bellatrix cooed into her mind, You're safe. Take a deep breath for me.
She forced herself to inhale through her nose, the action sharper than Bellatrix had probably intended, but the rush of oxygen helped her eyes snap back into full focus. Hermione let the air in her lungs out with a sigh, entering the Leaky Cauldron and going straight to the floo. She didn't even care that she stumbled into the foyer of the manor, catching herself on the wall and using one hand to lean against it for support.
"Hermione," came Luna's gently wistful voice, "Are you alright?"
The brunette shook her head, forcing herself to stare at the pattern on the floor.
"I see. Would you care for a stroll?" Luna asked, not giving Hermione a chance to respond before looping their arms together and carrying on to the gardens.
"Luna, it's freezing out," Hermione protested.
The eccentric witch hummed. "I think there's a hidden beauty in the garden. Everything looks dead and barren, but give it a little time and soon everything will be blooming again. No matter how miserable the weather is, they always come back."
"I don't see how this is relevant if I'm honest," Hermione admitted.
"Does it have to be?" Luna asked, silently casting a warming charm over them.
The brunette shrugged noncommittally, looking back at the snow-covered eaves adorning the manor.
"It doesn't, but it is," Luna continued, guiding Hermione through the garden, "While this garden is experiencing winter, your mind is not. Your mind is in spring, and things that died during your winter are waking up. You have to let them bloom, tend to the garden in your mind so that you don't feel so overwhelmed. Nurture your mind, Hermione. Bella is here to help you."
"Can I...ask you something about Bella?" Hermione asked, chewing her bottom lip.
Luna smiled distantly at Hermione. "It'll be a challenge to get the Wizengamot to agree to your terms, but considering the legal standpoints, they can't deny them."
"How did you-?" Hermione began.
"The Nargles showed me your notes," she answered, "You know what they'll ask for in return, don't you?"
The brunette nodded. "I know. I'm already prepared to agree to resign. In fairness, I'm ready to be done with ministry work, anyway. I might take Minerva up on her offer."
Luna's smile broadened as she led Hermione back inside. "I've kept you from Bella long enough. Remember what I've told you."
"Thank you, Luna," Hermione whispered, disentangling her arm from Luna's.
She took the stairs two at a time, feeling the invisible thread between her and Bellatrix pulling her closer. Her heart was fluttering nervously- and partly from exertion- by the time she reached the top of the stairs. She carried on to her room, feeling her shoulders relax as she closed the door behind her. Bellatrix was sitting on the bed reading, keeping an eye on the door for the moment Hermione walked in.
"Hi, cub," she greeted softly, setting her book on the nightstand and pulling back the blanket so Hermione could join her.
"Bella," Hermione breathed, sliding next to the witch and wrapping herself around her in a firm hug.
The curly-haired witch smiled, draping her arms around Hermione and nuzzling the younger witch's cheek. "You okay?"
"Much better now," she mumbled, sliding her hands across Bellatrix's stomach.
The former Death Eater hummed, a knowing smile on her face. "Let me see your arm, love."
"Bella," she protested weakly, withdrawing slightly.
"Come on, Hermione," she gently encouraged, "It's due for a new bandage and then I promise to take your mind off it."
Hermione sighed, rolling up the sleeve of her jumper and holding her arm out to Bellatrix. Two gentle hands grabbed hold of her at the wrist and elbow, pulling her closer before unwrapping the bandage. Bellatrix took in the raised edges and rough scabs, brushing her thumb across a tan wrist. She mumbled words under her breath, continuing to soothe Hermione as she cleaned and dressed it.
"All done, love," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Hermione's clenched jaw.
"Thank you," Hermione mumbled, pulling the sleeve of her jumper down and fiddling with the hem.
Bellatrix pulled the younger witch into her lap, leaning back against the headboard and grabbing the book she was reading earlier off the nightstand. Without hesitation, she began reading, feeling the brunette settle into her comfort. It didn't take long for soft snores to leave the brunette witch, causing Bellatrix to smile to herself as she kept reading.
Ginny knocked some time later, causing Hermione to stir in Bellatrix's lap.
"Come in," Bellatrix called, circling an arm around Hermione's waist and squeezing.
"Hi, Narcissa sent me to tell you dinner is ready and also that Skeeter will be here in the morning," the redhead said, sitting on the end of the bed, "Still don't know why you agreed to speak to her."
Hermione rolled her eyes, grumbling, "I gave her what she wanted so she would leave the department alone during the investigation."
"Right, and you aren't worried that she's going to ask you a bunch of shit you're trying to avoid?" Ginny asked, raising a stern eyebrow.
The brunette shrugged. "I have no idea what she'll ask me. It's the first and last interview she'll get from me, so she better make sure she asks the important questions."
Ginny raised a sceptical brow. "I don't buy it. We're having a chat after dinner."
Hermione sighed in faux-annoyance. "If we must, Ginevra."
"We must, Hermione," Ginny copied, her smile betraying her, "Now come on, I'm hungry. We don't all get to lounge around all day."
The brunette allowed the redheaded witch to pull her to her feet, rolling her eyes. "I'll have you know I've been very busy. And I'm also on mandated rest."
"Yeah, yeah, as if that ever stopped you from doing shit," Ginny said, waving her hand dismissively.
The two younger witches helped Bellatrix to her feet, supporting her on her walk to the dining room. Narcissa and Draco were waiting for them patiently, chatting to each other until the three witches they were waiting for came through the doors. Draco stood, pulling a chair out for Hermione and Ginny to help his aunt into. He was glad to see the three witches. His rehabilitation was at the point where he no longer had a constant presence around, and he found himself missing the company. He had gotten accustomed to Hermione and Ginny always being around that it felt weird when he was left on his own.
"Hermione," he began gently, "Could we do something after your interview tomorrow?"
"Of course, Draco," she answered, "Did you have something in mind?"
He shrugged, swallowing his bite of food. "Not really. It's been nice spending so much time with Luna but it's also weird that I haven't had you and Ginny around as much."
"Aww, Draco, you miss us," Ginny teased in a sing-song voice.
"As if," he scoffed jokingly, "The pair of you are more of a headache than a hangover."
"Thanks, Draco, I love you too," the redheaded witch beamed as Hermione laughed.
Narcissa and Bellatrix watched on in amusement as the blonde witch suggested, "Bella and I can start making plans for Christmas. Not a huge party like we used to do, obviously, but something for all of our families, perhaps?"
"I'm not entirely sure if mum and dad would be amenable to that, but I think it would be nice to try. I'm not entirely sure it will be the best idea, considering they don't know about Bellatrix," Ginny answered, glancing at Hermione with a look of concern.
"Hmm, well, I think it's worth a try, but if there are any objections I certainly understand. Hermione, dear, I know your family can't be there, but I would like to do something to make you feel closer to them. I have a recipe for cream horns, and if it's ok with you, I'd love to give you a little piece of home by making them," Narcissa offered gently as Bellatrix pulled the brunette closer.
She paused, looking down at her plate in thought. "I think...that would be nice. Thank you, Narcissa."
Hermione looked up at Bellatrix, receiving an encouraging smile and a bite of food.
"Wonderful. If there's anything else that you'd like to do to feel closer to your parents, just let us know," the blonde witch offered gingerly, placing her hand on Hermione's arm.
"I appreciate that. We didn't do anything fancy, we just spent time together. That's enough for me," she said, leaning into Bellatrix's side.
"That sounds amazing, cub," the former Death Eater said quietly, laying her arm across Hermione's shoulder and giving her a squeeze.
Draco nodded. "It does sound nice, especially after the last few months."
"Us? Relaxing? You must be mental," Ginny teased with a grin that split her face in two, "But if there's alcohol..."
"Oh trust me, there will be. It wouldn't be Christmas without a little bit of drunkenness," Bellatrix grinned, "Right, Cissy?"
Narcissa sighed, rolling her eyes and begrudgingly admitting, "You are right, Bella, you insufferable witch."
Her grin widened at the blonde's confession. "Only the finest, of course, the Black family boasts the best collection of whisky and wine in Britain."
"That. Sounds. Amazing. I, for one, can't wait for Christmas," Ginny said excitedly, "Hermione, thank you for being so stubborn because I have just received the best reward ever."
"I mean, I'd say my friendship is a reward in and of itself," the brunette teased, "But I know you do enjoy your fine wines, posh witch."
"There's nothing wrong with enjoying fine wines," Narcissa interjected playfully, "Or being posh."
Ginny stuck her tongue out at Hermione, enjoying the banter with her best friend. They hadn't been able to enjoy each other's company as much. Between Hermione's recovery and Ginny's increased responsibilities, they hadn't been as playful as they usually were. It was a refreshing return to normal for them all.
"Thank you for dinner, Narcissa, but I think it's time for me and Hermione to have a chat in the library," the redheaded witch said, her plate empty in front of her and Hermione clearly done herself.
"Any time, my dear," the blonde witch answered, "Will you be staying tonight?"
"I would love to, but I should really go to the cottage," she mumbled.
Narcissa nodded empathetically and Hermione felt a rush of shame and guilt flood her. Bellatrix's ever-soothing presence brushed against her mind in a silent, unobtrusive question.
I've neglected Ginny lately, she thought in response.
I don't think she sees it that way, cub, Bellatrix assured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Hermione frowned slightly. Maybe. I'm going to offer to help her this weekend. Is that okay?
Of course, cub. You don't need my permission to see your friends.
I don't want you to be lonely, she thought lamely.
Bellatrix could sense the weak excuse, but would never push the brunette to talk about something. Hermione, love, I am always a thought away from you, I'm never lonely. I'll spend time with Cissy and Andy. Don't stress. We don't have to talk about it until you're ready.
Maybe later?
Whenever you're ready, she assured, Now go spend some time with Ginny.
Thank you. She pressed a loving kiss to Bellatrix's cheek as she stood, looping her arm through Ginny's as they made their way to the library.
"I'm sorry we haven't been spending much time together. I hope you don't feel like I've been neglecting our friendship," Hermione mumbled, leaning against Ginny as they sat down on the couch.
"I swear to Merlin's saggy ball sack an unnecessary apology just came out of your mouth," Ginny said, throwing her arm across Hermione's shoulders, "You haven't been neglecting our friendship, 'Mi. The past few months have been rough, we've been busy trying to sort this clusterfuck out and you've been trying to get better after being kidnapped and nearly killed. Plus you're navigating a new relationship with someone who, while fit as all fuck, isn't exactly supposed to be conscious."
The brunette rested her head against Ginny's shoulder. "I have missed you, Gin. Let me come round this weekend, I'll help you out at the cottage."
"That sounds like a great idea, yeah, let's do it. We can apparate into Hogsmeade and go sit in Rosmerta's like we used to do." Ginny grinned lopsidedly. "But now, what's up with this interview? You hate Rita."
"I made a deal with her, 60 minutes, whatever she wants to ask if she leaves my department alone. But I will admit that I have some ulterior motives." She removed herself from their embrace, reaching under the couch and pulling out her book and notes. "I'm hoping she'll ask me about Bellatrix's trial so I can tell her what happened and put my testimony out there. When the Wizengamot calls me in, I'm going to present this case on her behalf and I'm going to let them ask for my resignation. I'm going to give it to them."
"I'll testify for you. I want you to be happy and I think she's the witch for you. What else can I do to help?" she asked.
"I'm not sure, that's why I didn't say anything sooner. I think I've got it handled but testimonies from you and the others would do wonders for the case."
Ginny hummed. "I'll speak to Neville and Luna about it. Harry and Ron will be a bit harder to deal with, they should hear it from you, I think."
"I'm...not even sure if I should tell them just yet. I'm still figuring things out and I don't want to add their bullshit to the pressure I'm already under," Hermione murmured, pushing her hair out of her face.
"Well, Harry already knows about Bella. He found out when he was helping us find you. Ron hasn't been told, but I'm not sure if that'll last." Ginny tapped her index finger against her chin. "He doesn't know about the two of you, but you can't tell Harry about it and not Ron. I can see why you wouldn't want to tell him, he'll be an absolute arse about it. But they'll hear about what you're doing sooner or later."
Hermione sighed, slouching into the couch with a groan. "I know. Do I tell them and have them get upset or not tell them and then have them get upset because I didn't tell them? It feels like I can't win with them sometimes. Harry probably wouldn't be too bad, but Ron is going to be the difficult one to deal with. And since Harry is the one that has to deal with him, I know it's easier for him if he just takes his side."
"Let's not think about it anymore. We'll figure something out, we always do. How are things with you and Bella?" Ginny pulled Hermione back into a familiar embrace.
A slight blush coloured the brunette's cheeks. "Really, really good, Gin. Being around her just feels right. She takes really good care of me."
"Oh, I bet she does," Ginny teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
Hermione's blush deepened, causing her best friend to laugh. "Not like that, we haven't slept together yet. You know I've been on light activity, and...I'm a little nervous."
"What for?" Ginny asked.
"It's...been a while since I was last with someone. I don't want to be bad or disappointing." The older witch mumbled into Ginny's shoulder.
"Hermione Jean Granger!" she exclaimed, "You daft bitch!"
"Gin.."
"Look, 'Mi, you know I love you and I think you are so fucking smart but that was absolutely daft. I doubt Bella cares how long it's been and I doubt she has had sex with anyone recently considering the fact she hasn't been free in, like, years. Plus, when have you ever been bad or disappointing in bed? I mean, come on. You're hot as fuck, own it," she assured, giving her a playful shove.
She sighed. "I know, Bella even said we can go as slow as I need to. I want to take that step, I really do, I'm just...scared. I've never felt this way before."
"I know," Ginny soothed, "Take it as slow as you need to but don't put it off. I know right now the priority is your recovery but don't keep looking for excuses."
The brunette leaned into the hand in her hair. "I won't. I don't want to. Part of me wishes I was better now and part of me is glad because it gives us time to really get to know each other, and she doesn't pressure me to be physical, it just sort of happens."
"Good, that's important. Things will happen as they happen. You know how rushing things turns out," she said, "I should get going, but it was nice to have a chat, it's been a while since we've had some girl talk. I'll see you soon, 'Mi."
"See you soon, Gin. Thank you for the chat, I didn't realise how much I needed it," the older witch pulled her friend into a quick hug, chewing her lip in thought after she left.
She spun to face the rows of shelves, debating on settling down with a book for a while. In the end, she couldn't find anything that held her interest. Bellatrix was leaning against the doorframe when she turned back around, waving off her offer of help onto the couch. Hermione settled next to her, allowing the former Death Eater to pull her closer.
"You're so warm, Bella," she whispered, tucking her head into a pale neck.
"Are you cold?" Bellatrix asked, running a hand across Hermione's shoulders.
She felt the brunette shake her head. "Just cozy."
The older witch chuckled, moving her hand into Hermione's hair to scratch her scalp gently. A sigh escaped Hermione, spreading across Bellatrix's neck as she nuzzled closer. She could feel Bellatrix's fluttering pulse as she did, pressing her lips gently to the artery.
"Hermione," Bellatrix whispered, sucking in a breath.
"Bella," she breathed in return, squeezing her hip, "There are so many things I want to do to you. And so many things I want you to do to me. And it terrifies me."
The older witch inhaled sharply, images of her own desires flashing through her mind. "I know exactly what you mean, cub."
"I still have a little ways to go before I'm ready to start going down that road, but I'm getting there, Bella," Hermione whispered, "Every time we're curled up together all I can think about is trailing kisses down your body, worshipping you, admiring you as I touch you."
"Fuck, Hermione," Bellatrix breathed, "I was not expecting you to say that."
The brunette smiled cheekily. "Well, I guess we can add unpredictable to my ever-growing list of traits."
"That we can, cub, now, may I see this new wand or are you going to hide it from me forever," the former Death Eater teased, pressing a gentle kiss to Hermione's temple.
The alder wood glowed in the firelight, giving off the appearance of being made of flames. Hermione had no hesitations about handing her wand to Bellatrix, admiring the woman as she held a wand for the first time in years. Bellatrix's fingers traced the length of the wood, drawing a shiver from Hermione at the care with which she handled it.
"Dragon heartstring," the dark witch whispered reverently, "It's beautiful, Hermione."
"Try it," the younger witch whispered.
Bellatrix paused, her brows creasing. She looked at Hermione, her eyes wide. "I don't know if I should."
"Bella, it's not like anyone would know, it's just us," Hermione assured.
"It's not that," she whispered, shaking her head, "It's-It's your wand. And I haven't-"
Hermione placed a hand over Bellatrix's noticeably shaking one. "It's okay, Bella. It's freely given, but you don't have to if you aren't ready."
With a clenched jaw, Bellatrix passed the wand back to Hermione, refusing to meet the younger witch's gaze. Using magic had never intimidated her before, but she wasn't sure how unpredictable her magical core would be. The result of using magic, especially with a wand that wasn't hers, could be disastrous. Hermione didn't say anything, she just stowed her wand in her sleeve and placed a hand on a strong, pale jaw, encouraging Bellatrix to look at her. One shaky breath later, Bellatrix's dark eyes were meeting Hermione's, a rare expression of uncertainty on her face.
"Oh, Bella," Hermione whispered, tracing the lines of her cheekbones with her thumb, "It's okay. It's okay if you never do, I have plenty of magic for the both of us."
The older witch swallowed forcefully. "I don't know if it's safe. My core-"
"I know," the brunette assured, "It's okay. If you ever want to, just say so. I promise my wand will work perfectly for you."
They descended into an easy silence after that. Bellatrix eventually relaxed against Hermione, her constant presence soothing frayed nerves. Doubts had swirled in her mind for several minutes, easily chased away by a gentle hand in her hair and a familiar body pressed into her side. With the heat from the fireplace, the pair was lulled to sleep propped against each other. It was Draco who found them asleep in the library about an hour later. They had shifted to be lying on the couch, Hermione's arms securely around Bellatrix as the older witch snored softly on her chest. Not wanting to wake them, Draco summoned a blanket, draping it carefully over them both before ensuring the fire would stay warm but dim and closing the door soundlessly behind him.
Wild black curls tickled Hermione's chin, pulling her slowly into the waking world. She immediately recognised the body on top of her, face pressed insistently into her shoulder. In all the times they had fallen asleep, she had always been the one on the older witch. Hermione found herself wanting to wake up with Bellatrix on top of her more as she trailed fingers gently down her back. She finally noticed the blanket over them, smiling at the thoughtfulness of whoever had put it there. Her attention shifted back to Bellatrix as her face turned, allowing Hermione a view of her profile. Brown eyes traced along the strong jaw, slightly parted lips, regal nose, and smooth brow. Bellatrix was relaxed, Hermione realised, more relaxed than she had ever seen her before. A loving smile graced her face and she brushed a stray curl away from the woman's nose so it wouldn't wake her. Finally having the awareness to check the time, Hermione pulled out her wand and cast a hurried Tempus. She swore when she saw the time, pulling Bellatrix from her slumber at the action.
"Don't let Cissy hear you," Bellatrix teased, her voice husky from sleep.
"Skeeter will be here soon, I need to get ready," she explained, feeling panic start to rise in her chest. Why had she agreed to this? What had possibly possessed her to suggest this?
Sensing her rising anxiety, Bellatrix peppered kisses along her clenched jaw. "Breathe, cub. I'll be with you the whole time. You can do this, you can do anything. Let's go upstairs, we can get a shower, I'll help you pick something to wear, and I'll do your hair, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I've got this, I can do this, ok, I can do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, Bella! Why did I get myself into this? I can't possibly think I'm ready to handle the questions she's going to ask me! I can't do this, Bella!" Hermione was shouting by the time she finished speaking, forgetting the need to breathe between statements.
"Easy cub," Bellatrix whispered, nuzzling her affectionately, "Just focus on me. I need you to breathe for me, Hermione."
"Bella," the brunette whimpered, her eyes filling with unshed tears.
"I've got you," she assured, "Come on, cub, breathe."
A tan face fell into a pale neck, shaky and unsteady breaths fanning over the skin. Steady hands worked their way into brown hair, massaging the scalp. Hermione whimpered again, pushing her face closer to the skin beneath her cheek.
"That's my girl," Bellatrix praised as Hermione's breaths became more regular.
The praise eased her anxiety more, and Hermione exhaled heavily. "I'm-"
"Don't," the older witch whispered, "There's nothing to apologise for. Now, how about that shower?"
The brunette nodded, refusing to extricate herself from Bellatrix's comfort. The former Death Eater smiled softly, wrapping her arms securely around the vulnerable witch and calling for a house elf. Shifting Hermione into one arm, she held the other out to the house elf, squeezing her arm tightly around the brunette. Hermione barely registered the change of surroundings, only focusing on the witch currently cupping her face as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.
"May I undress you, cub?" she gently whispered, stroking her thumbs along defined cheekbones.
Hermione nodded, barely waiting for the last of their clothes to drop to the floor before she was pressing herself as close as possible into warm skin. Strong but gentle hands guided her into the spray, kneading the last vestiges of anxiety from quivering muscles.
"Fuck," Hermione mumbled, leaning her head against the cool tile as Bellatrix rinsed the soap from her body, "Fuck, I thought I was past all this."
"It takes time," Bellatrix reminded, "This isn't a setback, you're still doing so well."
A bitter laugh escaped her. "How am I supposed to walk into this interview if just the thought of it sends me into a panic attack?"
"Take a calming draught," she suggested, pulling a tan body closer to her own, "Think of all the things you've accomplished. And when you're done, we can hide upstairs for as long as you need. You can cry, you can scream, you can do whatever you need to make you feel safe."
The brunette bit her lip, exhaling heavily. "Okay. Thank you, Bella. I'm sure I'm not the easiest to help. It's...hard to let people."
"I know, cub. I've always got you. Now, let's get you dressed," the older witch cooed, guiding Hermione out of the ensuite.
Hermione was wrapped in a fluffy towel and deposited on the edge of the bed while Bellatrix went through the wardrobe. She pulled on an oversized tee and loose sweatpants, feeling brown eyes travel appreciatively over the expanse of skin before it was covered. For Hermione, she set out a pair of black slacks and a blue button-up shirt with three-quarter sleeves. There would be no need for shoes since they would just be sat in the library, but Bellatrix did grab a pair of black socks, holding them up for Hermione's approval. The brunette nodded numbly at each item, hugging herself tightly. The other witch placed a calming draught in her hands, gently easing her feet into black socks before sliding the trousers as far up as she could without making her stand. Placing the now-empty bottle on the bedside table, she coaxed each of Hermione's arms into the shirt, slowly doing up the buttons as she whispered affirmations. Hermione was able to take a deep breath, feeling a calm focus beginning to return.
"How are you feeling, love?" Bellatrix asked, cupping her face lovingly.
"Better," Hermione exhaled, meeting expressive black eyes, "I love you, Bella."
A tender smile formed on a pale face. "I love you, too, Hermione."
The brunette smiled, though it was a little more uneasy. Bellatrix leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses to her cheeks.
"Do you want me to get Andy or Ginny?" she whispered, smoothing back wet curls from a tan forehead.
Hermione shook her head. "I have everything I need right here."
"And I will be right here as soon as you finish," Bellatrix promised.
Hermione threw her arms around the older witch, holding her tightly and sharply inhaling her scent. "Will you plait my hair?"
"Of course," Bellatrix chuckled, guiding Hermione to the floor in front of the bed.
Reaching for a brush, she began sectioning the hair for a plait. The thick brown locks obeyed, allowing her to organize three separate sections. Loosely, Bellatrix plaited Hermione's hair, pulling it over one shoulder. Gingerly, she pressed her lips to the nape of a tan neck, basking in the warmth of the skin. A knock on the door pulled both of their attention from the peace they had achieved. Hermione rose, taking a shaky breath as she fastened her trousers. Narcissa was on the other side, as unflappable as she always was.
"Skeeter is here for you, dear," she said, offering her arm as a show of support.
"I'm ready," Hermione whispered, placing her hand on the steady arm and looking back to Bellatrix.
The former Death Eater smiled at her so dazzlingly Hermione felt her heart skip a beat. She returned the smile with equal fervor, steeling herself for the inevitable questions. Narcissa led her to the top of the stairs, pausing and looking at her questioningly.
"I'll be okay," the brunette assured, "Thank you, Cissy."
"If you need anything, just tell us," she reminded, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek and ushering her downstairs.
Hermione focused on keeping her breathing steady as she descended the staircase. Shoulders back, she reminded herself, chin up, and stay calm. Rita Skeeter awaited her at the bottom of the stairs, her outfit nice but plain compared to her usual style. Her quick-quotes quill was absent, instead, she had a bag filled with quills, ink, and parchment. Hermione appreciated the gesture. It seemed Skeeter had forgone her usual journalistic methods out of worry Hermione would postpone the interview. She also seemed nervous, Hermione realised, watching her shift her weight from one foot to the other.
"Rita," Hermione greeted once she was at the bottom of the stairs, "I've chosen the library for our interview. There will be plenty of room for you to write, and it's more comfortable than the studies."
"Lead the way," the blonde reporter managed, clearing her throat.
Hermione inclined her head in the direction they would be walking, padding silently through the corridors until she reached the double doors concealing the library. With a gentle push, they swung open, revealing a crackling fire and two comfortable chairs situated at opposite ends of a table. She took a deep breath, gesturing towards a chair and placing herself in the other.
"Would you like a drink?" she offered, Narcissa's hosting rubbing off on her slightly.
"Apple juice, if it's not too much trouble," the reporter answered, using the opportunity to unpack her bag.
She watched observantly as the evasive witch summoned a house elf while she organised the inkwell, quill, and notepads in front of her. She skimmed over the questions she definitely wanted to ask, having prepared them in order of what she- and the rest of Britain- wanted to know. If she only had sixty minutes, she intended to make every one count. A glass of apple juice was placed in front of her, and she took a grateful drink as she gathered her thoughts.
"I thought you were against house elf servitude?" she asked, the question slipping out before she could stop it.
"I am," Hermione confirmed, taking a sip of pumpkin juice, "The Malfoy family employs them. Pay, holidays, all that jazz."
Rita nodded, unsure of whether to begin writing.
"I appreciate that you aren't using the quick-quotes quill," the brunette said, producing a small hourglass, "If you don't mind, I'd like to keep careful track of our time. I'll start it when you ask the first question."
The reporter sighed in relief, glad the brunette had not counted the impromptu question against her. Their rocky past meant any little thing could set the other off, but it seemed they were both trying to tread carefully. Rita inked her quill, making sure it wouldn't blot or run as she mentally prepared for the hour ahead. Some of her questions were bound to receive negative reactions.
"What was it like being on the run for a year?" Rita began, her eyes flicking to the hourglass as Hermione flipped it.
Without hesitation, the brunette answered, "It was difficult. We had to constantly move around to avoid being caught, we were always looking over our shoulders. Even though I had prepared for the situation, it...it wasn't enough. Food was pretty scarce at one point. It was hard, especially when I was making sure Ron and Harry had enough to eat before I did. We were constantly hungry, constantly tired, constantly scared we would be caught and killed."
"As you know, Gringott's is meant to be impossible to infiltrate. How did the three of you manage it?" She should've asked this first, she realised, but it wasn't as if she didn't get to ask it. Harry and Ron never spoke much about the topic in their interviews.
This time, Hermione did hesitate before answering. "Mostly luck, Gryffindor willpower. But, we did have a Polyjuice Potion, and other methods of disguise. That only got us so far, after that it was quick-thinking. Getting out was a bit easier, considering we had a dragon, but it was nerve-wracking."
"Polyjuice?" the reporter wondered aloud, hoping it would be a segway to the next topic.
"I...I used Polyjuice to disguise myself as Bellatrix so we could sneak into her vault after we were captured by snatchers," she whispered, aware they were heading into dangerous territory.
"Was this when you were tortured?" Rita asked, prepared to find cover. She was aware this needed to be handled with caution.
Hermione inhaled sharply. "I-I wasn't- that isn't what happened."
"What?" the blonde asked, her mouth hanging open. Everyone had heard about the supposed events, knew about the scar the woman still bore from the ordeal.
"That isn't the full story. Harry and Ron only heard what was happening. It had to look real, sound real. It had to stand up to scrutiny by Voldemort himself. The scar is real, and the knife used was cursed, but it was..." Hermione swallowed hard, aware that her admission would cause uproar, "It served as a cover for Bellatrix to pass on information. She...she was supposed to be his most faithful, so she had to make it look like torture to everyone, she had to make it feel like torture so her loyalty wasn't questioned. That's how we knew where to find the next Horcrux, how I got her hair to make the Polyjuice Potion."
Rita's mouth hung open even wider as she processed the information the brunette had just shared, struggling to continue writing her answers. "This was never presented at her trial."
The younger witch shook her head, her eyes hardening. "No, it wasn't. I submitted it to the Wizengamot, my testimony and the memory of what happened that day. They chose not to use it in her trial. It would've been too divisive."
"That's why you didn't attend the trial," Rita realised, "But why share this information now?"
"Her sentence has been carried out," she answered, "I wasn't permitted to say anything. Believe me, I tried. I fought it tooth and nail, but at every stage it was rejected."
"The gag order," the reporter mused aloud, "You were there when her sentence was carried out, what was it like?"
"Barbaric," Hermione nearly spat the word, "Especially knowing that everything she did was to protect others. It never should have been her sentence, not when the Ministry's platform was meant to move us forward."
Rita wrote quickly, glancing at the hourglass a she accurately recorded Hermione's words. "What do you think her sentence should have been?"
Hermione thought for a moment, eventually turning the hourglass on its side to pause it. She stood, pacing to the window and gazing outside. Rita took the opportunity to catch up on writing, aware they had ventured far from what she had intended to ask. Hermione glanced at her from the window.
With a sigh, the brunette flicked her wrist to right the hourglass. "I'm aware of all the things she's done, all the people she's hurt, but I don't think she's a bad person. I think she was young and impressionable and thrust into something she didn't fully understand by people she should've been able to trust. There are a lot of similarities between us. I think there are only two key differences. I think my parents had more capacity for love, and I think I happened to be on the winning side. I don't know what her sentence should have been, but I think she should've been treated like a person, not a monster. I think she was taken at face value when they should've looked deeper and seen the circumstances that led to her being a Death Eater. Her sentence should've had compassion, but there wasn't any, just people hiding behind their fear and pointing the blame where it didn't belong. She should've been given a choice, a real choice, to forge a different path, to prove that she was more than what people saw her as."
Rita was stunned for a moment at Hermione's lengthy answer. "You've spent a lot of time thinking about this."
"It's hard not to," Hermione admitted, flexing her hands, "It's on my mind every single day. I would give anything for her to have a proper chance at life."
"Why?" It was the most simple question she had ever asked in an interview, but now, it was perhaps the most powerful question she could ask.
The brunette glanced at her from the window again. "Because I believe she deserves it. With all my heart, if I could give her the chance, I would. Someone who is capable of so much love should be celebrated. Instead, she was villainised. How is she any different from me? I've wielded magic just as dangerous, just as dark. I've killed people, too. I've cursed people. All of it was to protect the people I cared about. She's no different. Everything she did was to protect her family, not to serve Voldemort. Yet I'm celebrated as a hero and she's ostracised. I didn't ask for any of it. I didn't want to be a hero, I still don't. What good is being a hero when you can't change anything about the way things are? Why would I want to be a hero for a system so cruel and backwards?"
Rita struggled to keep up with the brunette's answer, focused on writing it accurately. She knew better than to trifle with the witch before her. Using this interview properly was her only choice, but with each of Hermione's answers, she began to wonder if she should change her approach to journalism. The brunette was inspiring and thought-provoking, and Rita began to regret the way she had acted toward the witch in the past. She watched the final grains of sand fall to the bottom of the hourglass, the brunette unaware as she continued staring out the window.
"Thank you for the interview, Ms Granger," she said when she had finished writing, drawing the witch's attention to the hourglass, "It was enlightening in ways I hadn't expected."
"I'm glad I didn't disappoint," she admitted, "I'm sure we were quite off topic."
Rita smiled, the action startlingly genuine. "I think this was much better than what I had planned."
"I'll show you out once you have everything," Hermione said.
"I just have one more question," the reporter admitted, pulling out a camera that had seen better days, "May I?"
The brunette hesitated before nodding stiffly, not sure if she should pose. Rita seemed to know what she wanted, though, moving to frame Hermione in the window, capturing her tight expression with a flash. She placed the camera back in her bag, hoisting it onto her shoulder. Hermione gestured to the doors, leading Rita back to the entrance of the Manor. Without a word, the blonde stepped outside, leaving Hermione alone in the foyer. With a half turn, she apparated to her room, immediately burrowing under the blanket and burying her face into Bellatrix's side.
"Easy, cub," she soothed, stroking her back affectionately.
Hermione didn't say anything, wrapping her arms tightly around Bellatrix's waist and pressing her face as close as possible. The older witch continued her soothing ministrations. Eventually, Hermione's breathing calmed and she relaxed her tense muscles. She turned to look up at Bellatrix, admiring the regal features. A knock sounded on the door and Hermione made a move to get up before a gentle hand on her chest stopped her.
"Come in," the older witch called, tracing patterns on Hermione's collarbone.
Draco pushed open the door, smiling softly at the two witches. "Hermione, do you still want to do something? We can always do something tomorrow instead if you aren't up for it."
"No, we can still do something today," she said, turning to look at the compassionate young man, "Diagon Alley? We can have some food and get a headstart on Christmas shopping?"
"That sounds great, but only if I get to pay for the food," he responded, ever the gentleman but also trying to do something nice for his friend.
After a pointed look from Bellatrix, Hermione said, "I can live with that. Thank you, Draco."
"I'll be in the foyer when you're ready. Don't rush," Draco said with a smile, closing the door softly.
He made his way slowly downstairs, wondering what to get anyone for Christmas. It had been a strange year, one that had started with such a fractured family and was ending with new friendships, new relationships, and mended sisterhood. There was no way to encapsulate such events. Six months ago, they were outcasts, with very little in the way of family relationships. Then came Hermione, and with her, a little danger, a little chaos, but mostly, she had brought love to a place that he was certain had never seen it before. With Hermione came Ginny, her partner in danger and chaos, but also a strange tamper to Hermione's moods. Even Luna, whom he enjoyed spending time with immensely. Their shared love of magical creatures had led them to late nights and intense debates. The three witches were strong in their own way, but together, Draco doubted that anything could stop them.
"Thanks for coming to find me, Draco," Hermione said when she reached the bottom of the stairs, "It's been strange not taking you to work, or even going to work."
"I'm sure you'll be back to making everyone miserable in no time, Hermione," he teased with a grin.
The brunette smacked his shoulder as she passed him but found herself smiling as she entered the floo. The Leaky Cauldron was busy, Hermione noticed, foretelling a busy Diagon Alley. Draco was behind her a moment later, a hand on her shoulder.
"We can always come back another day," he offered.
She shook her head, turning slightly as she made her way through the pub. "It's okay. It'll only get busier the longer we wait. But thank you."
He nodded, following her out of the pub and onto the street lined with shops. "What do you reckon I should get Ginny? I know the gist of what she likes, but I don't know what she'd appreciate most."
"Actually," Hermione grinned at the blond wizard, "I wrote to the captain of the Holyhead Harpies. She said she'd be happy to give Ginny a chance to try for the team. Since breaking her knee, she got rid of all her stuff. Wanna go halves on a full kit for her?"
"Merlin, I had no idea. That would be great, but I'm warning you now, I won't be agreeable to anything but the absolute best," Draco answered.
"This is my best friend we're talking about," Hermione reminded him, "I would never get anything other than the best kit. And I absolutely appreciate your expertise and leave the decisions up to you so she gets exactly that. Ginny's put up with my shit for years, nothing says Happy Christmas like top of the line equipment."
He looked at her with a faux surprised expression. "Has she? I couldn't tell."
The brunette gave him a light shove, earning a chuckle. "You know, you're starting to sound like us. In fact, I think I see a bit of red in your hair."
He allowed the mirthful expression to drop from his face. "Don't play games, Hermione."
She laughed, leaning closer. "Yeah, there is a bit of red in your hair. I might start calling you Draco Weasley."
"You wouldn't dare." It was meant to be serious, but he was struggling to keep a severe expression when she was so contagiously upbeat.
"Anyway, Mr Quidditch Expert," she grinned as they reached the Quidditch emporium, "What broom is the best of the best for my friend of the best."
"I think you've been spending too much time cooped up," he teased, but still laughed at the bad joke, pointing out a broom, "This one is the latest model. Superior handling, and even though it isn't as fast as the Firebolt, it's still decently fast. Since Ginny was a beater, the extra durability will go a long way, and the footholds are reinforced for optimum stability when giving those Bludgers a wallop. The handle of the broom has notched grips, helpful when it's raining or snowing. It's the ideal broom for her."
"Wow, I didn't realise there was so much to know about brooms," she breathed, "I'm so glad you're here."
They picked out the other equipment for Ginny's kit in a similar fashion. Draco would consider the options, explaining the benefits and occasional downsides when he was conflicted between choices. Hermione was incredibly out of her element as she listened to his explanations and reasonings. She was really only needed when it came time to pay. At the last moment before they reached the counter, she stopped Draco, insisting they also get Ginny a Quidditch chest to store her equipment. He had easily agreed, allowing Hermione to take the lead on this decision. It was only when she was torn between Gryffindor colours or Holyhead Harpies colours that he chimed in.
"The Holyhead Harpies colours. You can put her invitation to try for the team inside, on top of the equipment. It gives her a chance to try to figure it out," he reasoned.
Hermione had to agree. Ginny would figure it out, which would make her present that much better. She only hoped Ginny hadn't completely given up on playing. This was the most meaningful thing she could do for her best friend, who had remained her best friend despite her- sometimes ridiculous- antics, unlike Harry and Ron. She had no idea what to do for them for Christmas.
"Hey, Hermione," Draco called, startling her out of her thoughts, "We still have loads of shopping to do, come on."
She joined him at the till with an apologetic smile. The amount, while a lot, was certainly within her means, even if she hadn't split the price with Draco. Still, she was much happier to split it and have the gift be from both of them. Ginny would murder her if she spent that much on her own.
"I have no idea what to get for Andromeda," Hermione admitted.
"Ha!" Draco laughed. "And I do?"
"Fuck," she grumbled, "Why is it that apart from Ginny, my new friends are so much easier to shop for?"
"Speaking of old friends," Draco took advantage of Hermione indirectly mentioning Harry, "Potter wants to...hang out? What exactly does he mean?"
"Oh, he probably just wants to talk to you over dinner or drinks," she said absentmindedly, "He better apologise for being an arse."
The blond wizard laughed. "I should also apologise for being an arse."
"Yeah," she agreed, "You can be an arse."
"You're one to talk," he retorted.
"Oh, I can be more than an arse, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said, her mind on her intention to bend the Wizengamot to her will to let Bellatrix go free,
He gulped, fully aware of what the brunette witch was capable of. "What should I get Bella? You know her better than I do at this point."
"Now that is an excellent question. I also have no idea what you should get her." She turned to grin at him, aware that she was unhelpful.
"I'm starting to feel like my earlier helpfulness with Ginny's present should have waited until after you helped me," Draco teased.
"I never said I would be helpful," Hermione pointed out, "I said we could get food and a headstart. Technically we got a headstart."
He sighed. "What do you want to eat? We can work out a plan from there since we apparently both suck at Christmas shopping."
"Deal."
They ended up going to a little-known restaurant that Draco knew of. Hermione couldn't even remember the name once they were inside, but it wasn't terribly important to her. While waiting for their food, they each had a pint of butterbeer and discussed what to get for each person on their list, with Hermione saying she had already sorted his, Narcissa's, and Bellatrix's. She wouldn't say more on the matter, which frustrated Draco to no end, but she did help him brainstorm. By the time their food arrived, they were no better off than when they sat down.
It was only as Hermione was about to take a bite of roast potato that she had an idea. "Draco! Get Bella art supplies. She's been going through parchment and charcoal like mad for some reason."
He smacked his palm to his forehead. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because I'm the genius at the table unless we're discussing Quidditch or things related to Quidditch," she answered, poking her tongue out.
Bellatrix's gift was the only one they had managed to think of by the time they finished eating. It was still a start, though. They walked arm-in-arm to the art store, both still trying to think of what else to get. In the end, Draco purchased his picks from the art store and they returned to the manor. Hermione promised herself she would find more time to spend with the blond wizard, semi-surprised when she realised how much she had missed his company.