Chapter 8

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A/N: Well since the last chapter was a success I think another chapter is in order. R&R.

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Darkness swirled around her head. All thoughts void except the darkness, and then the pain. There was no escaping it. Light was nowhere. The older woman was limp in the girls' arms. She levitated Bella to her bedroom, where she was gently placed on the bed. A moment of paralyzing fear set over the younger witch. She ran to the library and looked through the huge selection of books. At last she finally found one that pertained to healing; she grabbed the book and ran to Bella. 'What if I can't do it.' She wondered.

"No this is the moment to prove myself." Set and determined she set about healing the Death Eater. The first task was ridding the woman of the constricting clothing. Honestly, how Bella could take the time to put all this on everyday puzzled the Gryffindor. Then having to take it all off again, it was too much work in Hermione's opinion. She unfastened the corset and peeled the clothing off as if it was a second skin.

Hermione gave the elder witch a look over. Some of the wounds were bad some minor. Her eyes traveled over the curves of her chest down to those legs which captured her. Of course this was not the time to be fantasizing about this; after all if she didn't help her fantasy is all it might be.

She worked quickly to heal the smaller wounds first. The book next to her proved most helpful for the more serious wounds. It was tiring work this healing business, but it got done. She felt the women's torso and legs for anything broken, which there was none.

The next step was to wash the blood from the beauty which had become her ward. Using her Gryffindor brain she figured a bath would be a tad difficult and maybe too much? After all she'd seen the woman naked already, if she were to wake up…oh the pain. Instead she grabbed a basin and a cloth. Using warm water she wiped the blood from her hands arms and face. Then a rinse of the rag. Her legs and feet followed along with another rinse. Her chest was more of a challenge, she wanted the other woman thoroughly clean but it practically seemed like she was trying to feel up the older woman. Working quickly over that area she finished and moved to her face. Her delicate shade of pale sat on high defined cheekbones. For once a scowl was not on her lips. Tearing her eyes away she rummaged through the wardrobe in search of something comfortable for sleep. A black nightgown hung on a hook. She slipped the woman into the garment then into bed. The time read seven o'clock, on cue a growling escaped her stomach. A quick bite was in order. The feeling of a wand being back in her possession was bliss. It made this small process so much easier. After eating a sandwich she headed back upstairs to Bella. Hermione pulled a chair up to the bedside and took the icy hand in her own.

A moment of silence passed, she found she had no clue as of what to do next. 'I still have her wand.' She thought, 'It would be so easy to escape…all I would have to do is…' she looked from the wand to the unconscious woman. She shook the thought away. She put the wand on the eldest Black sister's desk and returned to her seat. Again she took the woman's hand; an idea came to her then. She started talking to the Death Eater. After another three hours Hermione finally fell asleep in the chair still holding the older witch's hand.

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Morning came with the most horrible pain Bellatrix had ever experienced. She found that her left hand was taken she looked over to see Hermione. The young witch was slumped in her chair still grasping the hand for dear life. Searing pain filled Bellatrix as she tried to get up. The moans of pain along with all of the movement woke Hermione she looked over to the enchantress moving.

"Bellatrix! You're okay!" Hermione shouted as she saw Bella making an attempt to get up. She had to fight off the urge to squeeze the older witch with all her might. The exciting feeling quickly dissipated and was replaced with worry.

"Bellatrix please settle down." She said gently pushing the older woman back to her pillow.

"What are you doing here Mudblood?" Bella didn't know whether to be angry or touched. After all, the Mudblood could have just killed her and left, but instead she stayed. She was a strange one; this Mudblood. The sound of the girl speaking brought her out of her daze.

"Well last night when you came down to my cell your dress was all ripped up and you were bleeding then you passed out. I had to do something, I couldn't just let you…" the girl trailed off not wanting to finish the sentence. For the first time in a long time the ice around the dark witch's heart melted a little bit. The look on her face softened as she lay back at Hermione's insistence. The younger witch fussed for the next hour until Bellatrix, who had forgotten what it was like to have someone want to help her, could take it no longer. Not since her childhood had she felt this way.

"Hermione will you please sit the fuck down, I'll be fine really." She blurted halting the girl in her tracks. At first a look of surprise flashed on her features, then surprise, which led to a grin.

"Why are you looking at me like that girl?" Bella asked suspiciously.

"You've never used my name before. Just surprised me that's all." She turned away from her to hide the grin that was now plastered on her face. She retrieved Bella's wand so maybe the witch could help herself.

"I've a good question; how did I get clean and into my sleep clothes?" she asked innocently, as if she had no clue.

"Well…uh you see when I brought you up here I had to take your dress and corset off to heal you then…maybe I cleaned you and put into bed clothes then bed." She rushed out in one breath and closed her eyes waiting for the pain of the Crucio that was surely coming her way. She flinched when she felt a hand on her cheek instead. She opened her eyes to a chuckle escaping the Death Eater.

"Well thank you then." It was a short reply filled with words not said for anyone other than the Dark Lord. It was obvious both women were a bit unsure of themselves.

"It's really no problem." She decided now might be the moment that changed it all.

"Well I'm going to the bath then. Wait here Muddy." She barked. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she attempted to stand. Black spotted her vision; a steady Hermione was there to catch her before she hit the ground.

"Perhaps you need my help Bella." It was more of a statement then a question. A nod was the only response she received. Wrapping an arm around the Death Eaters' waist they took the short walk to the tub. A swish of the wand took care of the rest. Bubbles were added to the bath; after all, the calmer the witch stayed the longer Hermione could spend with her pain free. A chair was transfigured for the girl.

"Am I supposed to stay here with you?" clearly flabbergasted at the thought of seeing Bellatrix completely naked.

"Well I'm not just going to let you go running around the house now am I pet?" clearly an answer was in order.

"Of course not." A bittersweet reward she thought.

"Now that's a good girl. Sit my pretty." A chuckle followed the command, which she followed. Steam was rising from the top of the bath indicating the water must have been near boiling, which is how the insane woman liked it.

Obviously modesty was something that Bellatrix felt was unnecessary as she pulled the nightgown over her head and let it drop unceremoniously to the floor. The scent of lavender filled the small space with a good amount of steam. Bellatrix stepped into the tub and sank into the water; a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. The Gryffindor felt her breath hitch in her throat. The sound from her capture almost made her come undone. How could something so beautiful, so enchanting be so dangerous and deadly. The thought perplexed her until Bellatrix's voice cut her thought short.

"I'm sorry Mistress did you say something?" she asked trying not to look directly at the older witch; which in turn did not go unnoticed by Bella.

"You're pretty." Was the simple response. Two words, two little words were all it took to turn her a horrible shade of pink. "Do you turn colors every time someone says something nice to you?" it seemed like a genuine question of curiosity about her. Not since right before the kiss had Bella asked her anything so personal.

"Well not always but you must admit it's a bit strange to have the worlds' most dangerous Death Eater compliment a Mudblood." It was getting harder and harder to keep eyes off the beauty that was Bellatrix.

"Well it's odd for me as well." There was a pause, followed by a moment of hesitation. "Listen girl, I really do appreciate what you did any other witch would have just left, or killed me there. So I've given it a think and I've come up with a splendid reward for you. After I've had my bath and breakfast you'll receive it." She sank into the water and returned with her wild hair plastered all over her face. She was almost cat like, under all the bitchiness was something that just wanted love. The big eyes and small frame helped.

The bath ended soon after, as Bellatrix stepped to get out it took all her will power to not stare at the gorgeous frame in front of her. Breakfast was the next order of business. Of course Hermione was so nervous about this "fabulous surprise" eating seemed out of the question. Still she took a few bites and pushed her food around as she waited for the death maiden to finish.

"Well come along then pet." The abrupt voice filled the thoughts of the younger witch. By time she was up and following, Bellatrix was already walking away. She followed Bella to a door that was right across from her own bedroom; this puzzled the other girl greatly. They passed through the door and were met by a bathroom not as wonderful as Bella's but it was still a sight. She looked to Bella for an explanation.

"Well here we are Muddy, take a bath, this time you'll be alone I trust you will not make me regret this decision." She looked expectantly to the honey haired girl. A swish of her wand provided everything the girl could need, toothpaste and a toothbrush, a razor, bubbles, a hairbrush and countless other things. The sharp voice brought her back. "I need to go out. When you're done with your bath, go to the library and wait for me. Go nowhere else. Understand me ickle one?" she purred into her ear, her breasts pushed up against Hermione's back causing a feeling of wetness between her legs. She nodded as Bella shot her a seductive smile and departed.

The bath was bliss. Strange enough she felt a bit lonely with the crazy witch near her. She took care of her needs and sat back in the tub to reflect. Something strange was happening to the both. The feeling of resentment was gone and replaced by a strange unusual feeling. The thought of the beautiful Death Eater should send a feeling of terror down her spine; as it used to. But now, the thought of her brought on the flutter of butterflies and tingly feelings. Closing her eyes brought her face to the darkness that smile. The Gryffindor laid back and brought a hand to her sex; the feeling sent chills down her spine. She thought of Bella touching her like in her dreams; she inserted two fingers inside herself with the dark witches face on her eyelids. She let out a moan and sped up her pace, soon she felt she was close to climax. The orgasm ripped through her with Bella's name falling from her lips. The water was cooling; she decided to finish up and depart to the library. Bellatrix had left a clean pair of clothes in the library for the girl. More black; which was not Hermione's color of choice, but it would suffice.

She picked out a volume from the shelves and found a large overstuffed chair; the very same one Bella had passed out on, and curled up with her book. After a few hours she drifted into slumber. A very tired Bellatrix Apparated into her bedroom. Not seeing the younger witch, she moved on with phase two of the surprise.

"Hm, can't believe I'm going through all the trouble for a Mudblood! My parents must be turning in their graves." She muttered to herself walking down the hall. A swish of her wand was all it took and the room transformed before her. A satisfied smirk sat on her face. She went to retrieve her pet; which she found sleeping with a book. A smile tugged on Bella's heart strings. Her thumb caressed the smooth flesh of her cheek bringing a smile to the pale pink lips.

"Wake up." the words were so far away. "Wake up Muddy." The girl couldn't bring herself to focus on the origin of them. She fought through the haze of sleep and was brought to deep brown eyes. A small smile found its way to her lips. She sat up and pushed the groggy feeling away and focused on the Black in front of her.

"Well I see you were a good pet; well now the second part of your reward come along." This time she waited for the younger girl. Walking back down the hall on the left of the bathroom Hermione had just been in was another door. She looked to Bellatrix who in turn shot her eyes to the door. Hermione stepped to the door and turned the handle; it was a bedroom. Both witches stepped in. It was a large room, not quiet the size of Bella's but just as grand none the less. The walls were a light red; the huge window was covered by thin curtains that let in lots of light much to the younger girls' satisfaction. The bathroom was the next door over. A puzzled look spread to the surprise witch's face. Bella only rolled her eyes. "Honestly they told me you were smart, where are those brains of yours then?" she asked exasperatedly.

"Well excuse me if I think it's a little strange after you've held me prisoner here don't you think?" she shot out angrily.

The Black witch softened, "Ok pet I'm sorry. This will be you're new room. This is your reward. But do not mistake me girl you're still mine and still to do as I say. Understood?" the dark haze over her eyes indicated her seriousness. Her throat dry as a bone, all she could do was nod. The air between them was starting to feel stale and choking. Soft brown met harsh black. A smile spread over Hermione's lips.

"Thank you so much Mistress!" she exclaimed and wrapped her arms around the Death Eater who stiffened, not used to being embraced, awkwardly patting the girls back.

"There there that's enough of that Muddy." She pushed the younger girl away. She nervously looked around as if she wanted to flee. "Well then, you may go to the library or the bathroom but nowhere else." She ordered.

"Well what about your room" she quizzed.

"I'll call if I need you. But Mistress has work to do so entertain yourself, take a nap." Turning on her heel she left, leaving a very confused Hermione.

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A/N: Hey all this chapter took me quite a while. But here it is let me know R&R.