The Joy of Pain.

A Harry Potter fan-fic

Notice: I claim no rites to Harry Potter, nor have I published this for Money, this is strictly a Fanfic and is meant to be enjoyed.

Synopsis: what happens when Hermoine finds that she likes pain?. Bellatrix is about to find out.

Parings: Hermione/Bellatrix.

A/N: sorry about the long wait all, my comp was down for a while, but now I have it fixed, I will be working on my stories including "The Pack" for all you Buffy fans out there.

" Were going to have a little talk, girl to girl!" Bellatrix yelled in Hermoine's face, and she felt something she never thought she'd ever feel in that kind of situation. Not fear, or even hopelessness. No instead the young witch felt excitement rush through her, but what for she didn't know. What ever the older witch had planed, it wasn't going to be good for her, she knew that. Suddenly as Ron and Harry were led out of sight, Bellatrix slapped her across the face, before the sting had faded, Hermione felt her hair being pulled.

She let out a squeak at this, but to her dismay, it sounded more pleasurable the painful. This surprised Bellatrix, but she refused to pay much attention to it. " How did you manage to get into my privet vault!" she was yelling at Hermione, practically screaming it in her face. Hermione shook her head, telling the older woman " I don't know, I didn't go into the vault, I didn't even know the Sword was there."

the sword in question lay only a few feet away, along with the dead body of the snatcher that took it out of Hermione's bag. " You Little Lair!" Bellatrix yelled in her face, then slapped her again. She then took out a Silver Dagger and leaned across Hermione's body, and began to carve into her flesh.

Hermione screamed!, the pain was intense, but hot on the heals of that pain was something she had never before though would happen. Pleasure. She felt the most intense pleasure she could ever imagine.

It was even better then when she fingered herself. Better even then when she had Victor in the woods after the second challenge of the Tri-Wizard cup. She moaned when Bellatrix stood up and sent worm tail after a Goblin.

Hermione looked at her arm, it was cut deeply, and absently her mind told her what she needed to fix it. She looked at the word carved into her flesh now. Mudblood she smiled and looked closer at it. ' yes, I am a Mudblood, and I am proud of it.' she thought to herself. While the Goblin was being interrogated, Hermione sat up slightly and looked at Bellatrix, she could already feel something happening in her body, something that she had not expected to feel, arousal, she was getting excited from the pain!.

Bellatrix looked behind her in time to see Hermione crawling toward her, in an odd voice, one think with arousal and holding an almost childish tone to it, she said " Mistress Bellatrix," she paused, as though weighing her words, she then said " Please, hurt me again."

A/N: I know, I know, a little short for the first story in a while, but it will have to do for now. Please review, constructive criticism accepted. Flamers will be deleted.