Ours to Catch Chapter 13

Bellatrix was fuming. How dare the woman she and her sisters were planning on showering gifts upon, call her a kidnapper and yell at her! Did Bellatrix and her sisters not do everything within their power to make her comfortable and offer all the information she wanted only to be refuted? She was being nice!

And what does she get for all her effort of doing her best for the woman destined to be her and her sister’s soul mate? She gets yelled and cursed at!

Bellatrix had stood from her seat, entirely intent on telling the Gryffindor exactly what she thought of being yelled at. She pointed at the young woman and as she took a breath to calmly, somewhat calmly compared to what she would have done if Hermione wasn’t Hermione, but before she could get a sound out, Bellatrix learned that the young woman apparently never learned what her liquor limits were.

Hermione puked on Bellatrix, completely unaware that her stomach was recoiling from all the alcohol she had drank with Tonks and Fleur. Hermione flung a hand to her mouth, finally feeling how upset her stomach was with her recent decision making. Her wide eyes were focused on the woman in front of her who still had her finger pointed towards Hermione and waited to be screamed at and likely cursed.

“Was that your first time drinking dear?” Andy said as she stood from her seat to make her way over towards Hermione. Andy could fight the smirk off her face if she wanted to; she was just happy she didn’t full out laugh at her sister; she knew full well that Bellatrix would seek retribution if she was laughed at and while Andy was sure it wouldn’t have been bad, it would just be better to not risk any anger.

Andy took in Hermione’s pale face and wide eyes and knew a repeat of Bellatrix’s pleasure was about to happen again, so with swift movements she apparated them both to the bathroom inside their bedroom; it wasn’t the best way to get Hermione in their room but it was effective none-the-less. Apparition also wasn’t the best way of travel when one was about to puke their guts out but Andy was sure Hermione wouldn’t have made it anywhere safe before she had a repeat performance. At least this way could make sure to lead Hermione straight to bed to sleep it all off.

Narcissa slowly stood from her seat and with a quick flick of her wand banished the mess that had been left on her older sister.

“I think that’s the first time someone won an argument with you without having to say a word and you not resorting to some sort of physical retort.” Narcissa said with a smirk as she stopped next to her still frozen sister. She gently placed her arm around Bella, fully intent to lead the older woman to their room if the black-haired witch didn’t say or do anything, but her touch seemed to wake Bella up.

“She bloody puked on me.” Bellatrix said in a tone mixed with annoyance, anger and most prevalent, shock.

“Yes, and you didn’t once shout at her.” Narcissa said with a smirk as she started to lead her sister towards their room. They would grab Andy before heading off for business. They would need to rearrange their schedules since talking with Hermione was clearly going to wait until the following day… probably the following afternoon. It would really depend on Hermione and how fast she would recover. If she was anything like Bellatrix who loved to suffer without potions if only to garner more attention from her sisters and to complain louder, it may be a couple days.

“Because she was busy bloody puking on me!” Bellatrix yelled with a growl. “Just wait until I get ahold of that girl.” She said with a determined look on her face that made Narcissa quickly pull her sister back against her to keep her from getting in trouble.

“And I’m sure you will be able to do whatever you think needs to be done to get your payback like a little child when she isn’t sick and unable to remember any of it.” Narcissa said, ignoring her older sister’s indignant words, “And to do that I think we’ll instead use the fireplace in a guest room to get to the manor. I don’t trust you not to do something to Hermione while she’s fighting the urge to throw up in our bed.”

After a small mental struggle of Bellatrix weighing which would be better: getting back at her pet or letting her pet get better and getting back then. Eventually she decided having more time to plan something her little Gryffindor would remember would be much more worth it in the long run.

“I had hoped we would be able to get her in our bed a lot sooner rather than later.” Bellatrix said with a small pout as she and sister continued their small journey in at a lazy pace as they had to wait for Andy before they left.

“Try to think of other things,” Narcissa said with a roll of her eyes, “Like perhaps convincing the girl we aren’t trying to kill and torture her.”

“But I do want to torture her,” Bellatrix said with another pout, “In the best of ways.” She purred in her sister’s ear, completely proud of the very small quirk of her lips that most people would have missed.

Bellatrix was seconds away from listing off different ways she and her sisters could very much torture their little lion but a thought crossed her mind. A very delicious thought that she knew her sister wouldn’t approve. But really, it was the type of thing Bella was prone to do. She quickly threw up all her walls, she was very thankful she was more skilled than both her sisters when it came to mental shields, she didn’t want either of her sister’s to know what she was planning to do.

“Whatever in Morgana’s name you are planning, don’t.” Narcissa commanded in her best elite tone she used to command all the Death Eaters about. “Whatever it is, you are not allowed to do it. Ever.” She said with a sneer, causing her older sister to laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, dear sister. Things are only going to get so much more interesting.” Bella said with a smile as she pushed her sister towards their goal to get there faster. “Why don’t we meet Andy at the manor, it’s not like she doesn’t know where we’re going.”

“I swear to Morgana if you do something stupid, you will regret it.” Narcissa warned. Bellatrix only laughed in response.

“Trust me sister, I won’t regret a second of what I have planned.” Bellatrix said with a smirk that made Narcissa more nervous than she cared to admit.