I do not own any of the characters. If I did, this would be happening f'real.
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A slightly bruised Ginny sat on the very end of an old bed covered with black rumpled sheets, not daring to speak...not daring to look up. Not into those eyes. Not the eyes of The Dark Lord's most faithful: Bellatrix Lestrange.

Ginny didn't like being hit. She did not like being abused. But the touch of Bella's hand on her skin sent a shock through their bodies that neither of them could resist. That's why she stayed. She stayed with the one she wanted to be with...with the one she loved. Even if she wanted to leave, she really didn't have a choice.

Bella was laying down on her bed, with numerous pillows behind her neck to prop herself up a bit. She let out a sigh and this was music to Ginny's ears. It wasn't a cold huff like it usually was. Ginny finally mastered the courage to look up at Bella, who's eyes were now closed. She was biting her blood dripping lip in fear that if she makes one wrong move, it would happen all over again.

"Come pet." Bella whispered softly. Ginny froze and didn't take in another breath. It was a surprise to her. She was more relived than she could have ever remembered. She exhaled. Like a needy cat, she slowly crawled her way up to the dark haired beauty. She rested her head on Bella's stomach and closed her eyes. This is how she liked it. This is how she wished it always were. Bella placed her hand on Ginny's head and began stroking her red hair. Ginny could hear hear both of their hearts beating in unison. Ginny began to stroke Bella's other hand with her thumb. "I love you Bella." Ginny whispered with a tremble in her voice. Bella's eyes remained closed as she placed her other arm around Ginny's shoulders. "I know, love." She said warmly, but nothing else.

Ginny's thoughts kept running through her head but rather than keeping her awake, it put her to sleep. The moment Bella new the girl was out cold she spoke one last time. "I love you too."

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Alright, that was my first fic, so be gentle. :P