A Taste of Honey
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
14,654
Reviews:
3
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A Taste of Honey
Title: A Taste of Honey
Author: Lidane
Rating: umm...R at the most. Not very graphic.
Pairing: Bellatrix/Hermione, mentions of Ron/Hermione and Harry/Lucius
Spoilers: none
Warnings: femmeslash, angst…anything else would spoil it.
Feedback: would be most helpful. :)
Archive: my LJ and anyone else who actually wants it—just let me know where it went
Disclaimer: If you think that I own any of this, or profit from it in any way, seek help immediately.
Summary: Bellatrix decides to sample Hermione one final time.
A/N: OK. A few firsts here. This is my first femmeslash piece, and my first drabble as well, not to mention that I’ve worked through a particular squick in writing this one, but I can\'t say any more than that without giving away the ending.
~~*~~
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
—Billie Holiday, “Strange Fruit”
~~*~~
Soft and sweet.
This was the taste of the young Gryffindor’s flesh, like sugar and cinnamon, with a creamy, pale countenance. Bellatrix took in the wide, chocolate eyes, long eyelashes, and the bushy brown hair that had tamed itself over time to ringlets as she let her hands roam the supine body, passing over the girlish hips that were just blossoming into womanhood, and her mouth taking in first one, then the other of the girl’s rose colored nipples, the essence of the student giving a certain sense of satisfaction.
Very sweet indeed.
The Death Eater could see why the youngest Weasley boy had been so smitten with this girl. That such beauty had been wasted on a mudblood was tragic, but she supposed that fate was sometimes cruel in that regard.
A final taste of the sweet, honeyed nectar that Hermione possessed, Bella’s tongue sweeping over the slick flesh at the girl’s nether regions while her own hand brought her to climax, and the older woman smiled to herself. The night had been exquisite, and a shudder of pleasure passed through her at the memory as she worked once more to bring herself pleasure. Hermione had lived up to her House and had fought bravely, but she had been outmatched, and the reward for the former prisoner had been worth the effort.
Truly, it had been an unforgettable evening.
Despite the defeat of her master, she had still come out ahead, and she would prevail.
All that remained was to exact her master’s vengeance on her traitorous former brother in law. That Lucius would have betrayed the Dark Lord in the end, and for the halfblooded Boy Who Lived at that, was unforgivable, and she would see him on his knees before her in recompense. He would know the price for turning his back on his pureblood roots.
All in due time, of course.
For now, she would relish the taste of this girl, and then plan her next move.
Finally sated, Bellatrix licked her lips and got up to dress, surveying the scene around her, her eyes falling back on the bed where Hermione lay. The deep red gash at the girl’s throat, and the blood pooled at her head made a lovely contrast to the rest of the neat, orderly room, and as she adjusted her robes, Bella reveled in the sight.
Simply beautiful.
Pulling her cloak around her shoulders, the Death Eater leaned over and planted a final kiss on those pale, lifeless lips and walked out of the Hog’s Head without a backwards glance. Soon, the world would fall before her, and her master would be avenged.
With the wind at her back as her eyes focused firmly on the future before her, a small smile graced Bellatrix\'s aristocratic features, the taste of honey still on her lips.
~~Fin~~
Author: Lidane
Rating: umm...R at the most. Not very graphic.
Pairing: Bellatrix/Hermione, mentions of Ron/Hermione and Harry/Lucius
Spoilers: none
Warnings: femmeslash, angst…anything else would spoil it.
Feedback: would be most helpful. :)
Archive: my LJ and anyone else who actually wants it—just let me know where it went
Disclaimer: If you think that I own any of this, or profit from it in any way, seek help immediately.
Summary: Bellatrix decides to sample Hermione one final time.
A/N: OK. A few firsts here. This is my first femmeslash piece, and my first drabble as well, not to mention that I’ve worked through a particular squick in writing this one, but I can\'t say any more than that without giving away the ending.
~~*~~
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
—Billie Holiday, “Strange Fruit”
~~*~~
Soft and sweet.
This was the taste of the young Gryffindor’s flesh, like sugar and cinnamon, with a creamy, pale countenance. Bellatrix took in the wide, chocolate eyes, long eyelashes, and the bushy brown hair that had tamed itself over time to ringlets as she let her hands roam the supine body, passing over the girlish hips that were just blossoming into womanhood, and her mouth taking in first one, then the other of the girl’s rose colored nipples, the essence of the student giving a certain sense of satisfaction.
Very sweet indeed.
The Death Eater could see why the youngest Weasley boy had been so smitten with this girl. That such beauty had been wasted on a mudblood was tragic, but she supposed that fate was sometimes cruel in that regard.
A final taste of the sweet, honeyed nectar that Hermione possessed, Bella’s tongue sweeping over the slick flesh at the girl’s nether regions while her own hand brought her to climax, and the older woman smiled to herself. The night had been exquisite, and a shudder of pleasure passed through her at the memory as she worked once more to bring herself pleasure. Hermione had lived up to her House and had fought bravely, but she had been outmatched, and the reward for the former prisoner had been worth the effort.
Truly, it had been an unforgettable evening.
Despite the defeat of her master, she had still come out ahead, and she would prevail.
All that remained was to exact her master’s vengeance on her traitorous former brother in law. That Lucius would have betrayed the Dark Lord in the end, and for the halfblooded Boy Who Lived at that, was unforgivable, and she would see him on his knees before her in recompense. He would know the price for turning his back on his pureblood roots.
All in due time, of course.
For now, she would relish the taste of this girl, and then plan her next move.
Finally sated, Bellatrix licked her lips and got up to dress, surveying the scene around her, her eyes falling back on the bed where Hermione lay. The deep red gash at the girl’s throat, and the blood pooled at her head made a lovely contrast to the rest of the neat, orderly room, and as she adjusted her robes, Bella reveled in the sight.
Simply beautiful.
Pulling her cloak around her shoulders, the Death Eater leaned over and planted a final kiss on those pale, lifeless lips and walked out of the Hog’s Head without a backwards glance. Soon, the world would fall before her, and her master would be avenged.
With the wind at her back as her eyes focused firmly on the future before her, a small smile graced Bellatrix\'s aristocratic features, the taste of honey still on her lips.
~~Fin~~