Fics like you said you feel like a bruise (on a beautiful body)

Bellamione Coven Discord Valentine's Event 2021 __________ "How dare you," Bellatrix seethes. "You don't know me. You've no idea of the things I endured to ensure Riddle lost. Just because my consequences have been private instead of plastered all over the Prophet does not mean there were no consequences." Hermione can feel the mark buzzing, pulsing, beating in time with the veins at her temples. She can sense its malevolence feeding off of her resentment, looping back around and fueling her anger in turn, but doesn't even try to differentiate between her own anger and the negative emotions ebbing out of the curse itself. Hermione is fully aware that her face has twisted into a vicious, hateful sneer; she can see how surprised Bellatrix is to see such an expression on her. The hatred from the mark pours into her, fills her veins, demands to be spoken aloud. "Whatever those consequences were," Hermione whispers with enough open malice to power a sanity-shattering Crucio if she'd wanted to cast one, "they weren't enough."

Fics like you said you feel like a bruise (on a beautiful body)

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