The Dark Lioness

Chapter 4

For the few weeks that had passed Hermione felt better than she ever had before. She had told BB about everything and in exchange received the same back. Her relationship with her muggle parents had dimmed considerably.She was still confused as to why they were not happy that she liked girls yet were fine with her being a witch. It wasn't like she could have a man's child was it? That and they still didn't like the fact that she wanted to stay in the wizarding world. Her letters with BB had covered the issue and she was now currently about to meet her for the first time.

Walking down the path towards Hogsmeade to pick up a few items before heading to the shrieking shack,and Hermione's delight,inevitably to BB was a long and melancholic.The memories of walking down this old and beaten path with her old best friends filled her mind. She missed Harry but so long as he still had a self-righteous stick up his ass she wanted nothing to do with him. Her mind quickly turned to her friend Fleur. The two had a friendship like no one had seen in a long time. The two had known each other for less than 10 minutes before they were the best of friends.  

 She wrapped herself tighter in her french friends winter coat, that Fleur let her keep from last year. Shaking her thoughts away from the veela,she made her way down towards the town. She knew she was being looked at by all of the students and other visitors to the village,she just didn't care.

Entering the old book and parchment store she smiled at the shopkeeper. After getting a smile from the reclusive older man she entered the ancient arts section. Picking up the book she knew she wanted she was about to walk to the counter when she felt a pull. Looking at the shopkeeper she saw his grey eyebrows raise in surprise. This was the only indication that something was different before she heard a thud. Looking down she saw a black book that if turned right the cover had deep red tinge to it.

"Miss... Hermione since I opened this bookstore never once has a book moved to gain a reader's attention. I remember being given this book by an old mysterious woman who had her face hidden by a hood. She told me that I should never sell this book but to wait for the right person to connect with the books magic. It appears my dear that you are that person. That book is free. A gift if you would." Speechless Hermione nodded.

"Thank you. I'll take extra care of this one."

Thanking him again Hermione left the store with a wave. She looked at the book again and affectionately ran her hand down the cover trailing the spine. Hearing a noise Hermione looked up and saw Neville,Harry and Ron walking towards her. Sighing she shook her head and began to walk to Honeydukes seeing as she had fifteen minutes until she needed to be at the shrieking shack. "Well look what we have here. Looks like a traitor," Ron snarled. Scoffing Hermione turned to the small group and smirked. They all looked as though they had been hit by a truck,mud splattered all over their clothes. "Well if it isn't the people I thought were my best friends." She snarled,"What do you want?" Ron bristled as she looked at them with no hint of any emotion.

"We wanted you to know that you are not allowed anywhere near us. We had Sirius sign a paper for Harry to have no contact with you." A slender eyebrow raised as Ron puffed his chest out of if he was proud of the fact he had said something 'mean' to her. "You do realise that you came to me right? This is just so witty. I'm sure if I was to look in a dictionary,a book that tells the reader definition of words, your names would be the definition of..pathetic." Turning she ignored their shouts of anger and walked towards the shrieking shack.

Stepping into the old garden of the shack she looked at the windows. She could see a shadow and smiled to herself. The door was cracked from their escapades in third year. She shook her head slowly opening the door. Looking around she entered and saw that the room wasn't quite as disarranged as it was just under two years ago. Hermione saw movement in front of her,looking up her breath hitched.

There in front of her was the very woman who plagued her dreams for years. She had onyx,wide curls that framed her pale skin. Dark charcoal eyes stared into green as Hermione looked at her. Slowly letting her eyes wander Hermione saw that the woman's gorgeous figure was draped in a black corset and skirts that hugged her body in all the right places. Looking back up at her Hermione saw that blood red lips curled revealing stunningly straight white teeth (every dentist wet dream,Hermione thought.).

"Hello Hermione." The older witch said in a warm voice. Hermione felt a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Hello Bellatrix." Bellatrix laughed. Smiling she inclined towards the now mouth-bitten free sofa that was resting opposite the fireplace but turned slightly so the pair could see the door. "So little lion how are the tarnished trio?" Hermione felt the laugh roll off her tongue as she plonked down next to the equally unladylike dark witch. "Apparently they had Sirius write a form saying Harry was to have no contact with me. Funny thing is he,Neville and Ron came up to me not the other way around." Bellatrix shook her head,her mane of curls flying back and forth.

"How on earth did you not hex them?"

"Self control,Bella,self control,"she smirked.

The pair delved into their first actual conversation shared together not by ink and parchment. After talking about the various topics Bellatrix noticed the book. "Hmm.. I haven't quite felt a book that released so much magic since I saw the black family book." Bellatrix spoke as she gently raised an eyebrow.

"Well I have never felt a book release magic before. Well this book literally flew towards me. I haven't read it, so I'll let you know of anything useful."

"You know we've been talking for such a short time yet I feel as though I've known you my entire life." Bellatrix said with a faint blush dusting across her cheeks.

"I feel the same. I have never felt this comfortable with someone before." Hermione smiled at the death eater. A darker blush covered the pale skin on Bellatrix's face. "My... the dreams I have with you,you have a um... a penis. Is that something my head thought of or is there generally a not so little monster dormant in your pants?" Hermione giggled at the babbling older witch who was blushing so deeply Hermione was convinced that red couldn't get to the shade it currently was. "It's true. I have a penis." Bellatrix sighed in relief.

"I thought I was crazier than I already am for a moment." Hermione cupped Bellatrix's cheek tenderly,staring into the older womans fractured soul. "You are not crazy. You are my definition of perfect."

The two witches looked each other in the eyes,neither wanting to look away. Eventually the pair slowly inched their faces closer until their lips gently brushed together. Their heartbeats synchronized as one,as they slowly lost themselves in the kiss. Hands slowly started caressing skin,earning small whimpers and delicate moans.

The pair slowly pulled away from the addictive taste of lips,to look at the dilated pupils swimming in the most carnal desire.

"As much as I've enjoyed the procrastinating I really do need to speak to you about why I asked to meet." Bellatrix sighed. Hermione straightened up slightly,giving the dark witch her complete attention. "The Dark Lord has asked me to speak with you about what you wish to do with the war. He knows that you would be in the midst of things whether you were on our side our Dubblefucks. So little chimera, what are your thoughts?" Hermione felt her thoughts jump from the weasleys to everyone she knows as a friend. Finally her mind stopped on her mum.

"I think I need to speak with Riddle about this. If I was to join your side I have someone who would join me."

Bellatrix's eyebrows rose high into her hairline. "What," she asked in complete disbelief. Hermione giggled at the shell-shocked witch in front of her.

"Well, my Máthair is a doubleagent. I am a penpal with arguably the most notorious death eater there ever was. Oh,did I mention I just had a heated makeout session with said death eater?"

"Cheeky witch."