Hermione Granger.
Light eyes, tanned skin. Soft voice, comforting giggle, loving look. Noble choices. Invisible, sweet, weak. Some call her nothing. Others call her everything. Soon-to-be-Auror.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
Dark eyes, pale skin. Growling voice, sadistic cackle, piercing gaze. Unforgivable actions. Enticing, frightening, strong. Some call her evil. Others call her insane. Death Eater.
Complete opposites.
Yet, one felt herself longing for the other. After their encounter at Malfoy Manor, she couldn't keep the other out of her thoughts. She was all she thought about at night. All she wanted. She wanted her more than anyone in her life. And she hated herself for it. She hated that she lusted after her.
She tried to hold back her urges, but she still found herself moaning the other's name as she touched herself.
It was a particularly quiet night at Hogwarts. It was Christmas Eve, and everyone, even Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, had left for the holidays. Ron had invited Hermione to spend the two weeks at his home with his family and Harry, but she had refused. She just needed some time to herself to sort out her ridiculous obsession with a Death Eater.
She had spent most of the evening in the Gryffindor common room, sipping butterbeer, looking into the crackling fire, and thinking. She couldn't lust after a Death Eater, especially not Bellatrix Lestrange. She just couldn't.
But she did.
A silent tear slipped over her cheek as she faced her predicament. If only she could indulge her fantasies, just once. Then, hopefully, she would be okay, and never need it again. But there was absolutely no chance that a pureblooded witch like Bellatrix would ever want a mudblood like herself. She sighed and finished her butterbeer, quickly refilling her glass. Since she was 17, she could legally use magic outside of her lessons, and she had been, as much as possible.
It was kind of sad, how she was literally the only Gryffindor left at school. She had no one to talk to, no one to laugh with, no one to spend Christmas with. But, in another sense, it was also a good thing, leaving her to debate with herself about Bellatrix in peace.
And debate she did. She tried to convince herself that it was foul, to want her in that way. But another part of herself tried to convince herself that if she had just one time with her, she would be satisfied, and free to return to her life.
As she sat, thinking about Bellatrix, she couldn't help her hand from slipping into her muggle pajama shorts and inside the confines of her panties. She moaned softly and bucked her hips up to meet her probing fingers.
"Bellatrix…" she whimpered. "Bella.."
Her slender fingers flicked over her slick clit and teased her in just the way she loved. Her moans of the dark witch's name got slowly louder as she already neared her end. "Belllaaaa…." she moaned, drawing out the sound.
Her breathing became heavy, and she squeezed her eyes shut so tightly, she was seeing vibrant colors. Her nimble fingers pinched and pulled at her slippery nub, bringing her closer and closer to climax.
All she could think was how much she wished the fingers teasing her belonged to Bellatrix. She whimpered softly, writhing in the large chair.
Just as she was about to have her orgasm, she heard an all-too-familiar voice in her ear. "You called?" it purred.
Hermione jumped out of her skin, her hand flying away from herself. She spun around, searching frantically for the source of the voice, but no one was there. The common room was just as empty as it had been before she had heard the words. She looked around, confused. She was sure she had heard distinct words. But maybe she had imagined them. But they seemed so real. But after looking around the common room once more, she quickly went back to the task of pleasing herself.
She didn't even notice a dark figure appear in the chair across from her.
Bellatrix cocked her head, watching curiously as Hermione touched herself. She absentmindedly licked her lips, beginning to feel aroused as the young witch moaned.
Hermione panted, once again feeling her orgasm building. "Bella," she whimpered again.
A grin spread across Bellatrix's face. She quickly slipped the Invisibility Cloak back over herself and walked back behind Hermione's chair.
"Yes?" she whispered, blowing a deliberate breath of hot air in her ear.
Hermione nearly screamed. Again, she jumped and forced her hand away from herself. She leapt out of her chair and spun in a circle. She was now sure there was someone in the room with her and, despite the insanity of it, she was almost sure who it was.
"Bellatrix?" she called into the seemingly empty room. She was trembling, but whether it was from fear, arousal, or anticipation, she couldn't tell.
A cackle echoed in the otherwise silent room, sending a shiver up Hermione's spine, and Bellatrix revealed herself, pulling the cloak off her body and dropping it to the floor. "Took you long enough," she said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the flustered girl.
Hermione immediately backed away when Bellatrix appeared as if out of nowhere. Her back hit the wall, and she looked at the witch with wide eyes. "Bellatrix," she breathed, not daring to take her eyes off her.
Bellatrix laughed again as she approached the terrified Gryffindor. She pulled a dagger from her dress pocket. She watched amusedly as Hermione's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and she tried to compress herself against the wall. She reached her and pulled the girl's wrists above her head, pressing her body to Hermione's, and pinning her motionless to the wall.
Hermione's breathing quickened at the witch's close proximity. "H-How did you get in here?" she managed.
"Does it matter?" Bellatrix asked, raising her eyebrows. Then, she leaned in and whispered heatedly in her ear, "I saw what you were doing."
Terror filled Hermione's soul. "Y-You d-d-did?" she stammered, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Now, being a Gryffindor, she was determined to keep at least a scrap of dignity. So she stood up for herself, trying to keep her composure, "A-And what ex-exactly was I d-doing?"
Bellatrix laughed again. "I think you know what you were doing."
Hermione was slowly regaining her confidence, her words becoming more and more steady. "What w-was I doing?" she asked again, silently challenging the Death Eater.
Bellatrix smirked. "I believe…" she started, raising the hand holding the dagger and pressing the knife to Hermione's cheek as she spoke. "You were touching yourself and moaning my name, no doubt thinking of me. Am I right?"
Hermione blushed furiously and remained silent, refusing to meet Bellatrix's eyes. That alone spoke volumes.
"I thought so," she said, menacingly narrowing her eyes. She traced Hermione's jaw line with the sharp knife, causing her to try to pull away, to no avail. She grinned at the girl's feeble attempt.
"P-P-Please, Bellatrix.." Hermione whimpered fearfully.
"P-P-Please?" Bellatrix mocked her. "Please what, mudblood?"
"Just…please," she begged, though she didn't know what for.
"Please what?" she demanded. Then, she grinned. "'Oh, please, Bella, please don't hurt me!' 'Please, Bella, fuck me!'" she mocked, her voice exaggeratedly high and weak-sounding. "Is that it? Do you want me to fuck you?"
Hermione remained silent. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was like a dream come true, though she was scared out of her wits. This was her chance to get Bellatrix out of her system, but she was too terrified to admit her secret.
"Answer me!" Bellatrix screeched angrily in her face.
Hermione flinched, but remained silent, staring at Bellatrix with heated eyes. Before Bellatrix could scream at her again, she slowly nodded, becoming even more aroused.
Bellatrix backed away from Hermione a little. "Tell me you want me to fuck you," she demanded. "I want to hear you say it."
Reluctantly, Hermione whispered, "I…I want you to f-fuck me."
"What was that?" Bellatrix asked, cupping a hand to her ear as if she hadn't heard what Hermione had said.
"I w-want you to f-f-fuck me," she said again.
"Louder."
"Please, Bellatrix, I want y-you to fuck me!"
Bellatrix backed up and plopped down in the chair Hermione had just been sitting in. She crossed her arms over her chest and sat back, getting comfortable in the chair. She looked at the girl for a moment before asking simply, "Do you fantasize about me?" as she cocked her head to the side, looking incredibly innocent, though Hermione knew she was anything but.
"Y-Yes.." Hermione said hesitantly.
Bellatrix raised an eyebrow and beckoned for the girl to come closer. Hermione quietly approached her, looking very apprehensive. She stopped in front of the chair and started nervously playing with her fingers, looking at the floor.
"Look at me!" Bellatrix suddenly snapped, causing Hermione to jump and look up at her.
The look in Bellatrix's eyes was driving Hermione insane, and she felt an enormous gush of wet heat head straight to the spot between her legs just looking at her.
"What was I like?" she asked, sitting back and smirking at the blush creeping back onto Hermione's face.
"You were…" Hermione started slowly, embarrassedly. "Rough."
Bellatrix grinned.
"You chained me up and whipped me, you fucked me raw and teased me until I begged for release," she admitted.
After a moment of silence, with Bellatrix just looking at her, she responded, "Did I, now?"
Hermione nodded. She was so wet, she was sure Bellatrix could just smell it, and just the thought of it made her blush, but, at the same time, sent another gush between her legs. She trembled lightly.
"So you want me to fuck you," Bellatrix stated suddenly.
Hermione nodded vigorously. She didn't care if she seemed like a slut now, she just wanted Bellatrix to fuck her.
"How much do you want me to fuck you?"
"So much," Hermione breathed. She desperately wanted just to lean in and press her lips to the Death Eater's, but didn't want to push her limits.
"Then show me."
"H-How?" Hermione asked innocently.
After seeming to think for a moment, Bellatrix said simply, "Strip."
Hermione blushed lightly but nevertheless, began to pull off her flimsy tank top.
"Slower," Bellatrix requested.
Hermione gave her a strange look, but obliged, dropping her tank top to the floor as sexily as she could. She slowly reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, turning around before dropping it to the floor, shielding her breasts from Bellatrix's view.
Bellatrix gritted her teeth when Hermione turned around. Despite herself, she found herself becoming aroused by the mudblood. She bit her lip and watched as the girl pulled down her shorts and panties, giving Bellatrix a great view of her pink slit as she bent down. Bellatrix gritted her teeth again, but forced herself not to show her arousal.
Hermione looked innocently over her shoulder at Bellatrix, and almost giggled at what she saw. Bellatrix sat rigid in the chair, gripping the armrests tightly, her jaw set, her eyes burning with lust. "See something you like?" she teased.
Bellatrix quickly snapped out of her state and blinked a few times. "Now, touch yourself," she commanded.
Hermione immediately lowered a hand toward her folds, but Bellatrix stopped her. "Not there!" she snapped. After seeing Hermione's confused look, she realized that what she said may have been a little confusing.
She pushed the footstool toward her and said, "On there, facing me, legs spread."
Hermione blushed again, but nodded, sitting on the stool and opening her legs so Bellatrix could see her everything. She propped herself up on one hand and lowered the other to her already-sopping entrance. She looked to Bellatrix, silently begging for permission to touch herself.
Bellatrix simply nodded, taking in Hermione's body.
Hermione slowly began to circle her clit with one finger, looking into Bellatrix's eyes the entire time. Her breathing quickened and she moaned softly as she teased herself.
"Bella," she whimpered, as was custom for when she touched herself. She would have forgotten Bellatrix was there were it not for the look of intense want in her eyes as she watched her.
"Oh, fuck, Bella," she moaned loudly as she sharply pressed her thumb to her clit, but then pulled right back. Already, she was nearing her end once again, her moans becoming louder.
Bellatrix could tell that Hermione was getting close to her climax. She raised her eyebrows slightly when the girl cried out her name, but quickly returned to her normal, observant expression.
Suddenly, Bellatrix leaned forward and grabbed Hermione's hand, pulling it away from herself. Hermione whimpered lightly in protest, but stayed silent. "Do you want to come?" Bellatrix asked in a mocking tone.
Hermione nodded furiously, her eyes pleading Bellatrix to let her finish.
"Then you have to ask," she said simply. "Politely," she added.
"P-Please, Bellatrix, may I p-please come?" she asked softly, her voice quivering.
Bellatrix pretended to think for a moment. Finally, after what seemed to Hermione like a lifetime, she said, "Yes, Muddy, you may come," and released her hand, allowing her to go back to her previous activity.
Hermione began furiously rubbing her clit, wanting nothing more than to get her release. "Bella…Bella…Bella…" she panted. "Bella…Bella! Bella! Bella!"
"BELLATRIX!" she finally shrieked, coming hard onto her palm. She threw her head back and rode out her orgasm.
When she finally finished, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Bellatrix, who was watching her curiously, arms crossed over her chest, a smirk very present on her face.
After a moment of silence, Bellatrix said, "Normally, I wouldn't even spare a glance at a mudblood like you," At this, Hermione's face dropped. "but," she continued. "since you are such an eager little mudblood…I suppose I will indulge in your little fantasy."
Hermione's heart swelled. Finally, Bellatrix was going to fuck her. And now she could get it over and done with, and out of her system. A grin spread across her face and she practically pounced on the Death Eater. She latched onto her lips and tangled her hands in Bellatrix's hair.
Bellatrix smirked inwardly and immediately pushed the girl off her. She cackled as Hermione's pouted. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it my way," she said.
"But-" Hermione started to protest, but Bellatrix interrupted her.
"You do want me to do this. Right?"
"Y-Yes.."
Bellatrix smirked again. She silently licked her lips, her eyes raking over Hermione's body. Suddenly, she reached forward, roughly grabbing Hermione's wrist and bringing it up to her lips. She began seductively licking Hermione's fingers, enjoying the taste of her arousal. She never broke eyes contact with the young Gryffindor, watching her with eyes darkened with lust.
The feel of Bellatrix's tongue circling her soaked fingers was incredibly erotic, and it was driving Hermione crazy with want already. The dark witch's intense gaze enticed Hermione and sent another gush to the apex between her thighs.
Bellatrix finally pulled back, licking her lips once again. She smirked. "Tasty little mudblood," she mocked. Hermione blushed. "Now," she said. "Please me."
Hermione looked at Bellatrix strangely. "But…you're still dressed," she said confusedly.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Obviously," she said. "But you'll have to fix that, won't you?"
Hermione suddenly felt incredibly stupid. She blushed and grabbed her wand from the table beside the chair. Pointing it at Bellatrix, she breathed, "Divesto," and her clothes flew off her body. Hermione literally gasped out loud.
Bellatrix was absolutely gorgeous.
There was really no other way to describe her body.
Hermione immediately clambered on top of Bellatrix and locked her lips to the witch's. She began desperately kissing her neck, wanting to get straight to her intimate areas. She grabbed a breast in each hand and lightly caressed them, tweaking the dark pink nipples.
Bellatrix couldn't hold in a soft moan as Hermione fiddled with her roughly. She immediately blushed furiously and bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle her quiet mewls.
However, despite her attempts to silence herself, Hermione heard her. She was extremely proud that she pulled those sounds from Bellatrix Lestrange. She licked her lips and wrapped them around a stiff pink bud. She bit down lightly and immediately soothed it with her tongue.
Bellatrix cried out, tangling her long fingers in Hermione's long brown locks. She was surprised. The only other person that had ever made her react like that was her Cissy, and they hadn't done anything like this for so long. She blushed lightly at her sensitivity but, nevertheless, pushed Hermione's head further down onto her breast.
Hermione loved that she was doing so well. She swirled her tongue around Bellatrix's nipple and slowly moved down. She placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along Bellatrix's stomach, occasionally nipping at the hot skin. She loved how the witch writhed beneath her.
Bellatrix whimpered softly. Every touch of Hermione's was like electricity, sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. It had been so long since she had felt like this, over 20 years since Narcissa had touched her. She had always been the only one that could pull these sounds from her, and now a mudblood was doing it like it was nothing?
"Have you done this before?" she breathed, looking down at the girl.
Hermione looked up into Bellatrix's eyes and slowly shook her head.
"Oh, my God.." Bellatrix trailed off as Hermione's lips found her skin again. She whimpered again, to her great embarrassment.
Hermione smirked lightly, but wouldn't dare get too cocky. She dragged her tongue down Bellatrix's stomach, stopping at the top of her already drenched slit. She blew into her hot core, looking up to gauge her reaction.
Bellatrix cried out again, tightening her grip on the girl's hair and pulling her toward herself.
Hermione delivered a light lick to Bellatrix's clit and dipped a single finger into her, only to pull it back out. Bellatrix arched her back and moaned, pushing her harder onto her sex. Hermione suddenly drew her sensitive nub into her mouth and sucked like there was no tomorrow.
Bellatrix felt tears of pleasure well up in her eyes. She felt so humiliated, and she wanted to be furious that a mudblood like Hermione could do this to her, but she was in complete ecstasy, and could barely form a coherent thought.
A feeling of white-hot heat started pooling in Bellatrix's stomach, a feeling she knew all too well. "F-F-Fingers," she moaned, wanting to release.
Hermione obliged, suddenly shoving three fingers into her waiting opening. She sucked even harder on Bellatrix's clit and started up a vigorous pace, plunging in and out of the witch at an almost inhuman rate. She brushed her teeth over Bellatrix's clit and pressed her fingers upward, hitting Bellatrix's g-spot with every thrust.
Bellatrix cried out and accidentally pulled on Hermione's hair, causing her to cry out. But she quickly went back to the task of pleasing Bellatrix. Bellatrix's breathing rate increased, she gripped the arms of the chair so hard, her knuckles turned white, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She could already feel her orgasm building in her stomach. Her thighs quivered and her stomach clenched as Hermione brought her closer to her end.
Hermione felt Bellatrix's walls tightening around her fingers, and knew she was nearing her climax. She was proud. She increased her pace and bit down hard on her clit, immediately soothing it with her tongue. She tried to increase her pace even more, wanting to give Bellatrix her release, so Hermione could have her own. She sucked on Bellatrix's clit like a hungry baby on his mother's breast.
Bellatrix could feel her orgasm coming. After one more thrust to her g-spot, she exploded. She screamed out loud and arched her back as she came violently. Her head spun and she saw stars.
Hermione lapped at Bellatrix's slit, drinking her nectar as if it were water in the middle of a desert. When Bellatrix's release finally came to an end, Hermione withdrew her fingers and slowly sat up. She examined her fingers curiously. Once Hermione could look at Bellatrix and see someone consciously looking back at her, she slowly dragged her tongue up the length of her fingers.
She loved the taste of Bellatrix's arousal. It was sweet, yet tangy at the same time, and she wanted more of it. She began hungrily sucking on her fingers, cleaning them thoroughly.
Bellatrix watched as Hermione cleaned her fingers. She couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. When Hermione finally withdrew her fingers from her mouth, she reached out for her, grabbing her and pulling her toward herself. She paused a minute, looking into the girl's eyes, before her lips crashed onto the smaller girl's.
Hermione moaned softly, parting her lips for the older witch. Bellatrix took the opportunity to plunge her tongue into Hermione's mouth, tasting herself in the Gryffindor's mouth. She let her fingers get lost in Hermione's hair as she kissed her passionately. Then, she remembered who she was kissing, and, no matter how much she didn't want to, she forced herself to pull away.
She looked into her eyes and said, "You may be a mudblood…but you fuck very well."
Hermione smiled and blushed slightly. "Please, can you fuck me now?" she asked quietly.
"I wish I could, really, I do, but I have to be somewhere," she said as she wordlessly summoned her clothes and stood, pushing Hermione off her and onto the footstool. She began to dress as Hermione's lower lip began to tremble.
"B-But-" she started, a tear spilling over onto her cheek.
"Hush," Bellatrix interrupted her. "Just because I can't fuck you now, doesn't mean I won't fuck you later. I may just make you my personal whore."
As Bellatrix apparated, a grin spread across Hermione's face.
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Hey guys! I started this as a kinda Christmas fic, but it's kinda turned into more. Should I make it a series? You have to tell me!
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