I must kill her; end her terror on the world. After we stop the Dark Lord, I will end her. Bellatrix Lestrange, the most feared witch this world has ever known. I know it is going to be hard, seeing as I am not asking Ron or Harry for help on my secret mission.

I was lying in bed next to Ron, trying desperately to sleep. Bellatrix was all I could think about, I don't know why.

'"You pathetic little mud blood, you think you can kill me?" Bellatrix yelled I was tied to her bed. She crawled onto the bed next to me, running her hand softly up the inside of my leg until she found my center. She pushed her hand firmly against me. "Mmm, Muddy, I can feel your heat through your pants, love."

I pushed against the dark witch's hand, I wanted to feel her inside me, needed her inside of me. "I know I can't kill you, baby. I can't live without you." I confessed.

"No. What you can't live without is this." Bellatrix snaked her hand up my shirt, pinching my nipple. I moaned and arched my back at her touch. I ached for her touch. "See, mudslut." She whispered in my ear, "Even in your dreams you can't get rid of me."'

I could feel myself being shacked even in my deep dream state.

"Hermione!" Ron yelled. I opened my eyes to see my boyfriend hovering over me. He looked worried. "You were moaning in your sleep, and it didn't sound painful. I thought you were having a good dream about me, until you started going off about wanting Bellatrix Lestrange inside of you. What the bloody hell is that about?"

"It's just a dream, baby, you know I only want you inside of me." I gave him a smile; I was still feeling hot from that strange dream. "Come on, lover boy, do me right." I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom.

"Bloody hell, Hermione, I don't know what that dream was about, but you should have it again." Ron said, unwrapping the condom and rolling it on to his man-hood.

Ron wouldn't even look at me as he began to thrust deep into my center. Of course, I was the only one that knew his secret. Ron was in love with Harry Potter, Ron and Harry were the best of friends, and Harry was as gay as they come. But, Harry fancied Draco, this is a really bad case of everybody-is-in-love-with-the-wrong-person, because Draco was about to be a father, Ginny and Draco had been together for ages. I apparently had repressed feeling for the most feared witch in the wizarding world.

Ron came and pulled out, kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, babe." He muttered before rolling over and going back to sleep. I was his toy and beard, I didn't really like it, but we were friends and he didn't want his parents to find out he was gay. They were already heartbroken when they found out about Ginny and Draco. Ron figured it would kill them to find out about his feelings for Harry. This relationship was a relationship of convenience for both of us. My parents didn't have to learn that I loved women.


It's been about a week since that dream, Ron was the only one that knew about it. I told him about my confusing feeling for the woman, he understood, but told me that I needed to forget the feelings because we were in a war; Bellatrix was on the other side. Ron also told me not to talk to Ginny about how I was feeling because she would tell Draco and Draco would tell Bellatrix. I really didn't care, I mean, Ginny is my best friend, just because she is having a kid with that blonde pain in my ass doesn't mean that I can't talk to her.


"Granger." Draco greeted me with a disgusted look on his face. "I assume you are here to see Ginny." He left to go get the red head.

"Hermione!" Ginny yelled as she entered the room. "It has been ages since we've seen each other! Please come into the sitting room." She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the other room.

"Look, Ginny, I desperately need to get something off my chest, even though Ron thinks it's a bad idea to talk to you about it." I said as I sat down. Ginny smiled; I took that as an okay to go on. "I think I have feelings for..." I sighed. "Bellatrix Lestrange." I lowered my voice so only Ginny could hear me. I told her about the dreams I've been having the last week and of my plan to kill her if she survives the war.

"Oh, how sweet, the mud blood likes me." Bellatrix smirked, standing in the doorway.

I turned, shocked, "Bellatrix." I whispered, almost out of breath.