Razor sharp nails tapped impatiently on the window frame at Malfoy Manor, as Bellatrix sat watching the rain drizzle on the over side of the glass. She had been alone for hours, growing both impatient and increasingly bored, as she waited for the return of her younger sister, Narcissa.
Her dark eyes continued to search the street as they had done for hours. The wind had picked up in the last ten minutes or so, crashing in to the trees more violently as the leaves twisted helplessly under the influence. She loved the wind; it was so powerful yet you couldn't see it, and if it were not for the shiver it sent down your spine you would never even know it was coming. She let out a sigh as she pulled her hands in to her lap and continued to observe the rainy night.
Suddenly she was drawn to a shadow, a small figure lurking in the darkness, blissfully unaware that they had been seen as they sheltered themselves from the rain under a large tree. Bellatrix wasted no time, her hands reached eagerly for her wand as she bounded towards the door. It was extremely unusual for anyone to dare linger outside of the manor, this made the witch curious as to who would be so brazing, or desperate to take that chance.
Her slender fingers grasped the lock as she opened the door slowly and stepped in to the night, careful not to be seen or heard. Silently, she moved closer to the intruder, her head swam with excitement as she imagined the pain she would inflict up on her newest victim, unwillingly letting out a slight cackle, causing the shadowed figure to spin around and face her.
A young girl froze before her like a dear in headlights. Bellatrix smirked, mischief on her mind. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the Mudblood." she taunted, her words dripping with disdain.
Hermione flinched as she realized who had found her. She desperately wanted to run, yet she found herself completely still, frozen in fear as she searched her mind for the right words to say. "What are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous to be alone in the dark? You never know who you might run in too!" Bellatrix smirked, leaning closer to the young witch as she inhaled the scent of fear that penetrated the air between them.
Still in shock and overcome by dread, Hermione found herself unable to respond in her usual spontaneous manner. She picked her brain apart, frantically in need of an answer. She opened her mouth and found herself hopelessly choking on the words that lingered in the back of her throat.
"You dare ignore me? you defiant little brat!" Bellatrix bellowed, her face now centimetres from Hermione's. Her eyes darkened as rage burned through her entity. The rain continued to fall as the younger witch closed her eyes tightly and whimpered in hope that she was stuck in a nightmare.
Bellatrix's nails dug in to the tender skin of her wrists, causing her to yelp. "I'm sorry." she whined, finally able to unleash the words from her mouth. "I didn't realize where I was." Her eyes glazed with terror as a hot tear slipped down her cheek. Bellatrix arched an eyebrow as she loosened her grip. "Clearly." she hissed, tilting her head to the side in amusement. Hermione had always made the older witch some what curious. She was so innocent. A good student, well-presented, polite. She was the perfect example of straight laced beauty, if ever there was one. She smirked to herself as a thought crossed her mind. Bellatrix had always loved a challenge, and corrupting Hermione, she thought, would be one that she would take great pleasure in accomplishing.
She took a step back and thought for a moment longer as the silence washed between them.
"Calm down." she muttered, her voice unusually soft. "You need to breathe." she stared the girl dead in the eye to convince her that everything was okay. Hermione relaxed a little, though she kept her guard up- she didn't trust Bellatrix, that much was painfully obvious to them both.
"I'm so sorry." Hermione repeated, pushing fallen strands of hair aside from her eyes. "I, I really didn't realize where I was, I'll leave." her words were laced with nerves as they seeped from her throat, she swallowed hard, anticipating the older witches response.
"It's fine." Bellatrix muttered, rolling her eyes in attempt to break the tension. "I was bored anyway... Seriously though, why are you wandering around so late at night?" she questioned, a puzzled expression fixated to her features as she stared intently. "Fine." Bellatrix scoffed, sensing she wasn't going to receive an answer. "Something is obviously bothering you... if you won't tell me what it is, I guess I'll have to find out for myself!" she warned, raising her wand.
"No, I'll tell you." the young witch shot back immediately, remembering a conversation she once overheard, where Draco mentioned his Aunt being trained in Legilimency. Hermione was a very private person; her mind bursting with memories, feelings, thoughts and desires that she wouldn't share with her friends, never mind letting Bellatrix see them. She imagined though, that if she wanted to, the older witch would be more than capable of invading her mind and picking through it with or without her consent.
She inhaled deeply as reserved tears instantaneously began to flow, burning her cheeks.
"My parents, they, they're gone." she gasped, between tears. She reached in to the back pocket of her jeans and handed Bellatrix a note. It read:
Our Dear Hermione,
We are terribly sorry, but we have to leave town.
Some of our neighbours have become very suspicious about your behaviour.
There have been many threats and nasty incidents while you were away at Hogwarts-
We have every faith that you will be fine without us, you have wonderful friends.
Do believe us when we say we shall return one day- and that we love you terribly.
We are always with you; Mum & Dad.
Bellatrix really wasn't a sympathetic person, and she had absolutely no idea what to say. Thinking back to her own childhood, receiving a letter like this would have made her jump for joy! However, her eyes traced Hermione, she was obviously distraught and so the dark witch decided not to speak at all. Instead she folded the letter and handed it back, awkwardly placing an arm around her. "Come on." she said quietly. "I'll make coffee." She graced Hermione with a sympathetic smile, which, surprisingly seemed to be quite genuine, as she led her back to Malfoy Manor.
Hermione was far to distressed to fight against her, so she followed. Bellatrix pushed the door open gesturing for the girl to go inside, and though precarious, she obliged. She stood in the hall, her arms fixated across her chest like a shield as the woman passed her- leading the way to the kitchen. "Come through... Relax, there's no one here but me." she reassured.
Hermione wasn't sure if that made her feel better or worse about being in the manor with Bellatrix, but slowly she approached the kitchen, taking a seat in one of the large chairs.
Bellatrix hitched her dress and jumped up on to the side, flicking the kettle switch as she reached for two mugs. "Sugar?" she asked. Hermione nodded slightly, "One please." she muttered, still completely confused as to why she was being so nice. Bellatrix proceeded to make the coffee, and glided towards Hermione, handing her a cup as she took a seat beside her.
Hermione's eyes were immediately drawn to the witches blood red lips as she watched her take a sip of steaming coffee. She blushed slightly as she realized she was staring and pulled her gaze away. She took small sips of the hot liquid and began to feel a little more comfortable as she warmed up. "Do you have a place to stay?" Bellatrix asked curiously, regaining her attention. "I mean, there are plenty of rooms here if not, I could make one up... as long as no one hears of you staying." she offered, placing her cup on the small table that sat between them.
Hermione looked up at her puzzled, her eyes washing over Bellatrix's features. Watching her lips intensely as she continued to speak, the distraction causing her to miss every word. "Mudblood." she snapped. "Are you listening?" The young witch quickly pulled herself from her daze. "Sorry, I'm just tired." she mumbled, trying to convince both Bellatrix and herself.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "I'll make up a bed, then you can get some rest. But don't say a word, to anyone, I mean it!" she sighed, leaving the table.
Hermione stayed seated in the kitchen and finished her coffee, placing the empty cup next to the one Bellatrix had finished previously. Her eyes wandered around the room, taking everything in as she clasped her hands together tightly in her lap. Soon enough the dark witch returned. "Come on. I'll show you where you're staying!" she said, prompting Hermione to follow her up the stairs. As they got to the top; Bellatrix turned to face the younger witch, who's eyes were helplessly undressing her. She smirked to herself and pushed a door open. "Here. Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning." And without another word she had vanished back down the stairs.
Hermione lingered in the doorway for a moment before stepping inside and closing the door behind herself. The room was beautiful, with a magnificent four poster bed. She pulled back the satin covers and climbed beneath them; no sooner her head hit the pillows, she drifted in to a deep sleep.
Bellatrix went back to the sitting by the window, deciding she should wait up for Narcissa. When she eventually apparated in, she jumped at the sight of her sister. She had expected her to be asleep by now. "Where have you been?" the dark haired witch questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Out." she replied dryly. "Who's been here?" she asked.
There was an unfamiliar scent drifting through the building and she knew Bellatrix would only wait up if she had something to tell her. "Oh god, Bella, what have you done now?"she sighed, sitting on the windowsill beside her. "Nothing." she replied, the look on her sisters face was one of complete disbelief. "Really, I just made up a spare bed, we have a guest.. and I thought I should warn you." she said, trying to hide the smile that was forming on her lips. "Anyway." she whispered.. "I'm going to bed, night Cissy." she kissed her on the forehead before turning to leave the room.
"Bella, who?" Narcissa asked curiously. The older sibling turned and faced her. "You'll see." she smirked before retiring to her bedroom. She left the door open slightly as she dropped her dress to the floor and climbed in to her bed. Her devious plans made her too excited to sleep, so she lay for a while listening to the wind howl through her open window. Eventually she heard Narcissa's footsteps on the staircase and her bedroom door click shut.
Finally, an hour or so later, Bellatrix's mind calmed enough for her to slip in to the darkness.
The morning came round too quickly as the light streamed through Bellatrix's window. She groaned loudly and pulled herself out of bed, wrapping herself in a dark green robe. She peered in her sisters room to find the bed made and continued down the stairs to the kitchen. She flicked the switch on the kettle and searched the downstairs for Narcissa but there was no sign. She quickly made coffee and returned upstairs, tapping Hermione's door before letting herself in and placing a mug on the bedside cabinet.
Hermione's eyes widened as she noticed the dark haired witch lingering over her. "Morning." she groaned, sitting up and taking her coffee to her lips. Bellatrix smiled "Help yourself to the shower." she breathed as she turned towards she door. Hermione watched as she exited the room, struggling to control the image of the older woman's lips, that much to her dismay, kept replaying in her head.
She quickly finished her coffee and decided to accept the offer of a shower, she headed for the bathroom, passing Bellatrix who smiled softly at her. She pushed the bathroom door open and found fresh towels hanging on the back of the door. It was definitely the lightest room in the house, she thought, as she slowly removed her clothes folding them and placing them neatly in a pile on the floor. She stepped in to the shower and let out a sigh as the water trickled over her naked body.
The older witch hovered the other side of the door for a few moments before pushing it open and stepping inside, dropping her robe to the floor and leaving herself completely exposed. The lighter witch gazed at her body in awe.
Bellatrix climbed in to the shower behind Hermione without a word, shocking the younger woman. "B-B-Bellatrix?" she stuttered, gasping for air.
Before another word was spoken between them, Bellatrix had backed Hermione in to a corner, causing the cold hard tiles to press in to her back as she pushed their lips together passionately. "I've seen the way you look at me." she whispered, allowing her breath to linger on the girls neck for a moment before stepping back, her fingers gently stroking Hermione's dripping sex.
"If you want something badly enough, there is always a way." and within seconds she had retired back to her bedroom, leaving a confused and frustrated Hermione behind.