Title: Can I Keep Her?
Pairing: Bellatrix/Hermione
Request: "I have been wanting to read some Bellatrix/Hermione lately, go as dark as you wish, I don't care" as a Christmas gift for imera on LiveJournal.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300

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Hermione knelt – bound, bruised and helpless – before Bellatrix Lestrange and tried not to cry while she touched her. Bellatrix's hands flitted over Hermione's shoulders, face, breasts, and Hermione could practically feel the restrained, sadistic desire emanating off of her.

"Can I keep her, my Lord?" Bellatrix whispered. She ran her fingers slowly through Hermione's hair and Hermione shuddered away from the older woman's touch. It made her shiver and feel sick. "She's so pretty…"

The Dark Lord glanced carelessly at Hermione and she looked up at him with desperation. Please don't let her keep me, throw me into the dungeons, send me to Azkaban, but don't let her put her hands on me…

"And what do you want with a Mudblood like her, Bella?" he asked with a touch of amusement. Hermione's heart lurched – could it possibly be that he intended for Bellatrix to let her go? Even if it was only because he believed that she was not good enough for Bellatrix… that didn't matter, the reason was unimportant, all that mattered is that this horriblewoman wouldn't be allowed to hold Hermione for another second.

"Mudbloods have someuses, my Lord," Bellatrix said. A flush rose in her cheeks. "I assure you that they do. And I assure you that I will not treat this one with any more dignity than she deserves by her blood."

Don't let her!

Hermione was shaking violently in Bellatrix's arms, and she tutted, holding her tightly and digging her fingernails into her flesh.

"Now, now, little Mudblood, don't be afraid…" she crooned.

"Keep her." The Dark Lord's mouth twisted into a horrible smile and Hermione thought that she would be ill. "I daresay you will serve as a far clearer reminder of her inferiority than ever she would receive from the Dementors."

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Fin