Bellamione - Possible ♡

Chapter 5 - Shower

Hermione tries to finish her food but she's so upset, the cut on her cheek burning like fire that she can hardly chew. A strange sensation is suddenly filling her stomach, rising to her mouth. The moment she realizes what's gonna happen she talks loud "Bellatrix do-do you h-have a b-bathroom-"
The woman stares at her and by her look realizes too.
"Hurry" she says taking Hermione's arm and leading her to the room she asked for, just in time before she throws up.
"S-sorry-" the girl stutters "The f-food w-was delic-cious. I-it's m-me... s-sorry- I-I h-hope I hav-have n-not s-sullied an-anything..."
"Hey hey it's okay... I won't punish you for throwing up." whispers the woman, playing with the girl's hair.
"Thank y-you." says the brunette in a whisper "S-sorry I-I can-n-not stop c-crying-"
"Actually I enjoy your cry, Muddy. No need to apologize." says Bellatrix, smirking.
Hermione cries louder "Why?!" she thinks "She has been nice for like 10 seconds and now she has to break me again! Oh, come on Hermione! What were you expecting?! She's evil. She's not like the one you were calling to save you in your dream!"
"Are you disappointed, girl?" Bellatrix takes her back to reality.
"H-hurt." the girl corrects her.
The older witch cackles "Hurt? You think you are hurt? Believe me, your "hurt" is nothing!"
"Then why am I crying?! Why did vomit?! Why are my clothes stained of blood?! Why?! Why if my hurt "is nothing"?!" cries Hermione, desperate.
"Because you deserve this!" answers Bellatrix, smiling.
"No! Nobody deserves to feel like this! Except maybe for those who hurt others, so they'd know how it feels!" speaks the younger witch.
Bellatrix hits hard her right cheek causing her to lose balance and bang her head against the wall, the cut on the face bleeding again. "I know exactly how it feels, bitch! It's you who should know before judging!" shouts then.
"B-Bella p-pleas-" tries the girl.
"Go wash the dishes now." orders Bellatrix taking her up "...and anyway I haven't given you the permission to call me "Bella" so you better watch your mouth."

Hermione is washing the dishes but with her mind she's elsewhere "Will I ever get out of here? But I don't want to get back to my old life... it was easy, yes, but so boring. Here I'm feeling alive... too much alive, tho... almost dead too, sometimes. It's so horrible. But I don't wanna get back to my old life. No. I'd rather hug this woman and fall asleep with her arms around me and... What the Hell am I thinking?! No absolutely not! And she would never hug me... Why am I crying now?! What's wrong with you, Hermione?!"
"Done?" asks a very familiar voice.
"What? Yes..." answers the girl, turning around.
"You are so dirty. Come take a shower." says Bellatrix.
Hermione follows her back to the bathroom.
"Come on, take off your clothes." whispers the older witch.
"What- n-now?" stutters the girl.
"When then?" asks Bellatrix stepping closer to her.
"I mean... with you h-here...?" Hermione's back hits the wall while the woman walks closer.
"Scared of me?" whispers Bellatrix into Hermione's ear, then licks her cheek.
"Help, I'm gonna faint!" thinks the girl as her cheeks turn red and she feels a flight of butterflies stun her from inside.
"Come on, get undressed." says the woman.
"A-alright." mumbles Hermione, more to herself than to the other witch, and turns her back to Bellatrix. With a deep breath she takes off her shirt, then the jeans and the rest of the clothes. When she's only in underwear she walks few steps from Bellatrix, always her back to her, and removes the little clothing still covering her body, then she enters the bath.
She's sure the older witch stared at her all along.
Hermione opens the tap and nicely hot water draws on her exhausted body. A few seconds later, tho, her relaxed expression is replaced by a grimace of pain: the wounds on her arms and on her cheek burn like fire.
A few tears roll down her eyes.
"I'll go take you something to wear. Enjoy your shower." says Bellatrix with a smile before leaving and locking the door.
Hermione slowly washes her aching body, then her hair.
In the while she observes the environment: lemon yellow, very light green and white are the main colours of this fresh room.
After 15 minutes the woman is back holding some clothes. "Finished?" she asks.
"Y-yes." answers the girl taking a towel Bellatrix hands her.
"I'll be in the kitchen." says the ravenette leaving the room with the door wide open.
Hermione would really like to close it but she doesn't dare. She knows if the woman left the door open, it must remain open.