True Heir of Slytherin

Bellatrix/Hermione

Rating: M

Disclaimer: JK owns

Summary: More than half way through Hermione's official 7th year.

Note: Just a quick little something to say thanks to all who waited patiently for this update. I know it took forever but, fate has this horrible habit of putting things out of proportion. So, without further ado, here's chapter 9. Enjoy (:

Ch.9

Eight and a half months. That's how far along my dove was. Hermione looks so beautiful pregnant. Many were shocked when they found out. No one knew until she started to really show. A lot of people congratulated us, the rest tried to scorn us. Needless to say, they've been taken care of appropriately. Not killed, just punished. Severely. So many of us have made sure that Hermione's stress level is kept low. We have constant guards keep watch for Potter and Weasely. Ginger's family is under surveillance at all times. The two airheads only safe haven would be America, according to our sources.

On a lighter note, my dove has enjoyed being Head Girl. Seems many prefer her to Lavender what's her face. That girl mostly kept to herself now apparently or spent her time with the librarian. Since Hermione's pregnancy came about, many more people warmed up to us and our "cause". But because she was pregnant didn't mean that she still didn't have an attitude. Ministry workers and officials practically for cover when Hermione dropped in. Personally, I found it hilarious watch the former Minister cower under his desk while that twit Percy Weasely tried to become one with the wall. It just so happened that today was one of the days when Hermione came to see me. With her due date being so close, it was best if she saw me on a regular basis, just to help keep her stress level down.

It was a normal day really. Workers bustled about. Aurors scanning the area inside out. Press trying to get close to all "former" dark witches and wizards; that included that pesky Rita Skeeter. They really wanted to interview Hermione and myself but after my dove almost skewered Skeeter with what looked like a medieval pitchfork, the press tended to us alone. Which is how I currently found myself. Alone. With Hermione. We were sitting on my office couch, she was leaning against cushions while I tenderly massaged her feet that were in my lap. She'd been fussing for the past three months about how she couldn't see them. I found it to be comical...at first, until I found myself sleeping on the couch for a week. Hermione really did have a no shit tolerance and it magnified since she became pregnant.

We were to the point in her massage when Hermione was about to doze off when a serious pounding occurred on my office door. I had to snatch Hermione's wand and send her a glare warning to not use silent spells to curse whomever was on the other side of the door. She reluctantly sat back against the cushions, a pout on her lips. I wanted to laugh but refrained myself.

"Who is and what do you want?" I half yelled.

"Dolohov, Minister and we've captured Potter and Weasely," my first captain replied.

Hermione and I immediately jumped to our feet, well I did anyways, it took Hermione a few tries. Walking quickly to the door, I opened it hurriedly. We no more than make it out of the door frame and a light and loud sound momentarily blocks our vision and hearing.

When I had my senses about me, I frantically looked for Hermione and when I spotted her, I saw blood in my Weasely had her, his wand not at neck but to her pregnant middle. I realized that I still had her wand and I panicked at first...then I remembered her knack for wandless magic. I inwardly smiled. Standing up, I looked around. Everyone in the main hall had been stunned. Slowly, I turned my attentions to Potter only to find his wand pointed in my direction.

"Come on now boy. You really want to do this? What will you gain?" I mockingly asked in a sickly sweet voice.

"Revenge!" he yelled in reply.

"Ha! Revenge? For what exactly? Dumbledore used you, your friends and your friends' families for his own gain. We have control now and everyone knows what you tried to do. And now you're going to murder a woman and her child? MY child to be precise. Know what that's going to make you look like? An idiot. A murdering idiot. Weasel may hold the wand to her but this is all your plan, isn't it? He's not smart enough to come up with this on his own. Are you Weasely? No, Potter here runs schemes doesn't he," I said, turning to face the ginger, leaving Potter to stew. "Bet he tells you what to do right?Criticizes you maybe? Oh! You must be his little bitch, right? You get onto all fours for him? I bet you do. He probably doesn't care for you, you know. He's most likely already thought up a way to pin this on you, to have you take the fall so he can run off to play in a field of daisies."

"Ron, don't listen to her, she's trying to manipulate you," Potter started to say his red headed cohort.

"See? He's doing it now, telling you what to do. You probably do as he says anyways," I said lowly to Weasely.

"Shut up Harry! You always tell me what to do! I'm tired of it! You never let me make the plans. It's always got to be your way, that my ideas would never fall through! Why can't I be recognized for something! Huh?!" ginger boy said in a loud voice, his wand hand quivering.

Hermione looked to me, understanding crossing her features for a moment before I practically saw a light above her head.

"You know Ron, I always liked you better. You never moped about having a preordained destiny thrust upon you. If it weren't for Harry, I'm sure you'd have been able to focus on your studies more...been in less trouble," Hermione chimed in, placing a "soothing" hand upon Weasely's wand hand.

"Ron, please, I beg of you, don't listen to them!" Harry said, his voice rising.

"You beg of me? You always made me beg to get what I wanted from you! I'm nothing but a puppet to you aren't I?! Aren't I!" Weasely yelled, letting go of Hermione and charging towards Potter. Not wasting time, I hurried to Hermione.

Upon reaching her, I noticed the ministry workers groggily waking and sitting up, slowly taking in the scene before them. I held up my hand to Dolohov and my nephew, having them stand down. We all watched as Potter and Weasely dueled...well ginger dueled, Potter was trying to deflect the spells. We watched this unfold for about five minutes before I sent my own stunning spell to Weasely, knocking him unconscious. Potter looked to Hermione and I then almost as if to say thank you but then remembered himself and his face hardened. Before he could raise his wand to us, my dove silently cast a levicorpus spell, making scarhead drop his wand in surprise. Looking to Draco, he went and retrieved both Potter and Weasely's wands. After handing them to me, Hermione let Potter fall, immediately knocking him out.

"Bind him," Hermione called out to no one in particular.

Once bound, I looked to a few of the Aurors and "former" Death Eaters. Take him and his friend to Azkaban, separate cells, maximum security. No mess ups, are we clear?" I said in a tone that no one would dare defy.

Bowing down, they took hold of the fugitives and led them off.

I looked towards Hermione when she placed her hand on my arm.

"Can I have the rest of that massage now? My feet hurt," she said, a slight pout on her face.

Smiling, I placed a protective arm around her back, leading us back to my office.

"Back to work everyone, unless you've been severely injured and are in need of medical care," I said over my shoulder. Mere seconds later, the sound of scurrying feet was heard.

Leading Hermione to the couch, we resumed our original position.

"What a day," my dove murmured, already half asleep again.

Smiling slightly, I continued her massage.

Authors Note: okay. Wow. Long wait, I know. Not as long as I wanted it to be but then again, I never intended for this particular scene to be novel length. This story's focus is more on Bellatrix giving Hermione the world. There's probably only 3 chapters remaining of this story, i'm not sure yet, we'll see. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed. And as I stated previously, I have other stories that i've been working on and hope to have up. Once again, you all are fantastic! And you know what, so was I! Okay, sorry...Doctor Who moment. Anywho, thanks again. Much love to you all!