Bellamione| Is it impossible

Chapter 36

Point of view Hermione

The rag in my hand slid over the four plates. I felt Lestrange's gaze on me. I swallowed and tried to ignore it. It went well for a relatively long time. As I put the plates aside and turned to the cups, I felt a hand on my back. Startled, I let the cups slide into the water. My heartbeat had turned into the beat of a hummingbird's wings. I turned to Bellatrix. She smiled when she saw my reaction. I turned around with a queasy feeling in my stomach. I cleaned the cups and set them aside. As her hand slowly began to wander down to my bum, I widened my eyes and sped up on cutlery. When I put it aside, I turned around with wet hands.

She gave me a cold look and handed me a towel to dry off. With a hard gulp, I turned back around. The hand came back. "Please let go of me," I whispered nervously. The hand moved up, however. It arrived on my neck. With a racing heart and shallow breath, I dried the dishes. When I finished the plate I put it in the cupboard. The hand disappeared.

I took a sigh of relief and dried the dishes and put them in the cupboard. When I was done, I hung the cloth back. I didn't want to know what she was up to next. She grabbed my still damp hands and pulled me out of the kitchen.

Bellatrix view

Her hand slipped into the water, rag in hand. She seemed to sense my gaze, which made me grin in amusement. She swallowed and tried to ignore it. As she put the last plate aside and turned to the cups, I put my hand on her back just to see what effect I had on her. Startled, she let the cup slide into the water. I had to smile. Her heartbeat increased a lot, which I could feel. She turned to me nervously. She turned back with a frightened look. She washed the cups faster than the plates before and set them aside. I let my hand slide down onto her bum, grinning. Her eyes widened in shock as she quickened her pace from cleaning the cutlery.

When she put it aside, she turned to me. I looked at her coldly and handed her a towel to dry off. With a heavy gulp, she turned back around. I put my hand back, scowling, "Please let go of me," she whispered nervously. As if I hadn't heard her, I let my hand wander upwards. It arrived at the back of her neck. She stiffened. With a noticeably racing heart and shallow breath, she dried the dishes. When she finished the plate she put it in the cupboard.

I left my hand off of her and leaned against the wall. She took a sigh of relief and dried the dishes and put them in the cupboard. When she finished, she hung the cloth back. Her frightened look flicked to me. I grabbed her still damp hands and pulled her out of the kitchen. She stumbled several times when I took her into a room. It wasn't mine or anyone else. It was there to ... have fun, my way. I pushed her into the medium-sized room. She crawled away from me in fear.

I had her to myself now. I knew Zissa tried to save her while she was eating. But not here, the room was soundproofed. The mudblood looked around while her gaze kept flicking at me. Her brown eyes gazed at the only small, high-set window that had a grille instead of glass. It pointed to the inner courtyard. However, no sound could escape from it. She looked along the gray wall. Her eyes got more and more nervous and bigger as she scanned the bonds. Her eyes caught me and how I closed the door. She wanted to keep gossiping away from me, but she hit a ... stool.

She dared look back. Her chest began to rise and fall more angrily. Her gaze wandered over the fearful Chair legs that had chains. She looked at me anxiously. She understood and shook her head in fear. I felt the corners of my mouth curl up in a smile. Her look became more panicked. If she knew that I just wanted to play with her, just inflict a few torments on her ...