Alrighty, first one shot, M rated (not as hardcare as other stories on here *cough cough*), lesbianism, slight sex scene (nothing too graphic or great detail), Bellamione. YEP!
{{{ So I have decided to edit this because it was a lil shitty as I reread it again while completely awake and aware of my grammar and setting. I am sorry that I was unclear with the first and third person narration. Hopefully I cleared majority of errors (there were tons that I am not proud of.)
A few things have been added here and there to make more sense and because I just wanted to. But nothing entirely serious has changed. So if you have read this before, I ask you to read again and let me know if it is better, still shitty, or nothing new. }}}
Thanks again and hope you enjoy.
~BINGO!
What is going to happen? Was the only thing that flew through Hermione's mind as she was trapped inside a small cage that was in some sort of a damp, dark, cold, basement. Hermione was trying to replay the last few hours in her head that resulted her all alone. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were snooping on Draco because Harry was so paranoid about Draco and how he is now with The Dark Lord. He dragged Ron and me down alleyways that were unknown just to follow Draco.
Then suddenly they were ambushed by two figures, one with long white hair attacking Ron. Hermione was not quick enough to grab her wand when a tall curly black hair figure invaded her vision. Before a flash of bright blue light hit her in the chest, she heard a very sadistic cackling that echoed through her entire body sending shivers through her body as she lost conscious.
Hermione then woke up curled up in a ball at the bottom of the cage shivering from the cold cement floor. It didn't help Hermione that she couldn't see around her for it was pitch black. She tried to reach for her wand, but let out a deep sigh when she noticed it was not in the usual spot in her sleeve.
She tried talking to see if the boys were here in this dreaded place. No response made Hermione shudder in fear. She was alone, in the dark, no idear where she was, and completely helpless. She felt weak as she didn't have control over this situation which she craved on a normal basis. When she didn't have control or any knowledge on this situation, she would either go insane or just shut down in fear.
Hermione tried to sleep and save her energy and in hopes time will go by quicker. After two hours of being in complete silence and darkness, there was noise and a light in the distance. It came from across the room, sounding of a metal door screeching open. Hermione didn't care who it was, enemy or not, she was glad someone knew she was down here and was going to take her away. Even seeing the filthy rat Peter Pettigrew. He was slowly making his way over to her cage holding a dimly lit lamp. He brought the lamp up to her face as he reached the bars of her cage. She tried very hard not to smile and show her enemy the joy of actually seeing someone. But that joy immediately faded as he lifted his other hand showing his wand pointing it right at her head. "try anything stupid, and I will easily kill you." He muttered as Hermione acknowledged by stepping away from the bars.
At the flick of his wand, her cage opened as he Pettigrew stepped aside letting Hermione go first. She was able to see a few other cages around the room, but all were sadly vacant. That could only mean one of two things. Either Harry and Ron got away, or they are with the ones who ambushed them. She obviously hoped for the first option, but knew the odds would be very unlikely in her favor. Pettigrew pushed her out of her thought as she was now faced a flight of stairs leading out of this dreaded place. She saw light at the top of the stairs as her eyes squinted but her heart leaped hoping it would mean she did have to go back down in her little prison.
She reached the top of the stairs and was now in a large dimly lit room. There was a huge chandelier that was obviously not used above her head, along with portraits around the room with black and green patterns filled the room. The floor was black wood with a large rug that was the length of majority of the room. It was of symbols that she had seen before but couldn't quite place what they were. But there was one symbol she did recognize and knew exactly what it was. It was the symbol for Slytherin. Hermione automatically knew that she was in Voldemort's headquarters. Her heart started racing as her eyes scanned the room trying to help her understand where she actually was.
Then she found it, a picture of Draco Malfoy and his mother and father in a family portrait hanging above a large fireplace across the large room. Hermione knew it was wrong of Harry to mess with Draco. Whether he was with Voldemort or not, he was so reckless and careless of their safety. Harry was so caught up in his pride and ego wanting to prove the world that Draco was evil. Hermione honestly didn't care because Draco was never a threat to them when it came to the upcoming war. The only threat that came from Draco were just stupid pranks at school and just trying to humiliate Harry. It was all so childish and harry fell down to Draco's level by carelessly putting them in harms way. They would be lucky if they even make it out alive.
Interrupting Hermione's thoughts, she heard 2 sets of clicking echoing slowly getting louder and closer. Just a few seconds of anticipation, Hermione was not expecting to see the figures before her as they gracefully entered the room. It was Narcissa Malfoy followed by the dreadful Bellatrix Lestrange. Bellatrix casually smiled at Hermione walking around the room until she eyed Pettigrew. Hermione was suddenly pushed down onto her knees as he backed away at the wave of Bellatrix's hand. The mad raven haired woman swayed closer to Hermione as if she was stalking her prey.
Hermione's heart started to beat quicker and skipped each time Bellatrix would get closer. Hermione felt as though her heart was going to jump right out of her chest it was beating so hard and fast. She was face to face with the second deadliest creature in the world, aside from Voldemort. Bellatrix examined Hermione from every angle trying to figure out what to do with her new toy. Hermione knew that this was not going to end well, as she tried to imagine what the boys went through, she was soon trying to fight back tears.
Apparently Hermione was so caught up in fear and worry that she didn't notice the older mad woman was knelt before her. Her face just a mere inch away from Hermione's as she was suddenly slapped. "you better listen to me you filthy mudblood!" Bellatrix stood up looking down at Hermione like a dog. "I'm pure, and you are dirt. You are below the shit of a rat. You will do exactly as I say. Got it filthy mudblood?"
The young brunette had heard and read many stories about the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange who was all about keeping magic "pure" and was ready to kill anyone who was not pure. Hermione was surprised that she was still even alive while just being in the same room as this infamous Lestrange that defeated Auror's and drove the Longbottom's to lose their sanity. Hermione noticed herself taking a long time to answer, but was thankful she wasn't backhanded before she could speak. "you will never control me." Of course that wasn't the answer that the death eater wanted to hear. But Her sadistic smile showed that she was excited and ready to play with this new mudblood.
In response, Hermione got a kick in the face as Bellatrix cackled now pacing around the room. "that was not a smart idea Mudblood." Narcissa spoke from across the room sitting in a nice black leather chair admiring the site of her cold blooded sister. Hermione could taste the blood as she had bitten her tongue and a split lip. The brunette felt a bit dazed as she tried to gather her bearings to look up at the mad woman pacing.
Slowly picking herself back up, she didn't have enough time to prepare herself for the unforgivable curse. "CRUCIO!" She crumbled down hitting the floor hard causing her head to spin along with the thousand heated knifes being stabbed into her body all at once. Her body twisted in ways that never thought possible. Not even 30 seconds the curse was lifted as tears trickled down her cheeks.
"do not make me repeat myself, you are filthy mudblood, and lower than rats shit. Therefor you lay below my feet unless I command otherwise." Hermione still twitched remnants of the curse along with the threats of Bellatrix hanging over her like a hawk.
"yes." The brunette merely whispered not daring to move or look up at the woman.
"yes, 'Mistress.'" Bellatrix hissed placing her head in the midsection of the younger girl's back applying pressure with each passing second.
Wincing from the sudden touch, Hermione tried to calm herself trying to save herself as much pain as possible. "yes, Mistress." She whispered feeling herself lower her own self-worth. She has never been treated as if she was a slave. It sickened Hermione of her actions, but she knew she had no choice if it involved her life. Here she was laying on the floor at the death eater's feet her life literally in the palm of this woman's hands.
"good Muddy!" Bellatrix released her foot from the girl's back also receiving a slight groan from the girl. The death eater began pacing again for a few more seconds until she stood by the fireplace pointing her wand lighting a nice bright fire. "now, lets get down to business. Bellatrix slightly moved now facing Hermione's limp body on the floor as the fire glowed off her terribly pale skin. "So tell me this? Why were you following my nephew Draco down in Knockturn Alley?" Hermione didn't answer right away as her eyes found Narcissa who put down a book that she was apparently reading and returned her gaze, grinning ever so sadistically. Hermione shuddered at the resemblance of the sisters.
"CRUCIO!" Hermione was snapped away from Narcissa's gaze as the impatient death eater wanted an answer. The tears flowed freely as her screams echoed through the room, but all the young brunette could hear was the cackle of her tormentor.
The curse was lifted only after a minute and a half, but felt as if it was eternity to the young brunette. She couldn't help but gasp for breathe when she was released. She needed air so badly, but just the rising of her chest just sent more pain throughout her body. She couldn't figure how she could survive this. Unless she goes mad like the Longbottoms.
Once she thought of Neville Hermione tried to gather as much strength as she could to answer the mad woman so she could end this madness. "Harry was just curious what Draco was doing." She croaked as she slightly twitched from the still lingering curse.
Her tears stung her eyes as she looked up at the women in confusion. Bellatrix swiftly kneeled before Hermione's now bruised face as she grabbed her jaw as black eyes looked into Hazel. "don't you dare lie to me Muddy. I am not the one you should be lying to. You would be dead by now if it wasn't for Narcissa who demands to know why three Gryffindor's would ambush a lone Slytherin. And not just any Slytherin, her only son. If we hadn't been there, what were you going to do to my nephew?" Hermione was now scared that even the truth wasn't going to work.
"I swear! Harry doesn't have the guts to hurt a fly! He just wanted to find evidence that Draco had gone sided with Voldemort, then he would go and tattle to Dumbledore and the Ministry. I swear that's all that was going to happen!" what happened next was nothing that Hermione would have ever expected. Bellatrix had a sharp blade up to her neck. She put enough pressure making the girl rotate from laying on her side to her back. Bellatrix smiled as she saw the girl was innocently hopeless laying down, knowing that she could easily get the girl to submit to her.
Bellatrix slowly crawled ontop of Hermione straddling her waist. Hermione was about to protest by trying to grab the dark witch, but was halted by the knife slowly gliding against her neck up to her cheek as the cold blade stung her already bruised cheek. Moaning at the pain trying to punch and hit Bellatrix, her hands were soon bound out to the sides. Bellatrix leaned down to the young girl's ear hissing. "you're a filthy mudblood whore, and a liar. And I will show you when happens to little filthy whores who think they can lie to me and get away with it!"
Hermione felt her heart drop at the woman's words, but it was worse once Bellatrix started tearing away her pants and robes. Hermione screamed trying to pull at the invisible restraints holding her arms down as she hopelessly fought the older woman. This woman was going to take advantage of Hermione and rape her. She will be tainted by darkness. The older woman slowly got off of Hermione as she moved down to her legs. Bellatrix grabbed the girl's knees spreading them apart to reveal the already drenched panties. "did the Mudslut wet herself earlier? How pathetic." Bellatrix hissed running her finger along the wet slit as Hermione tried desperately holding back her moans and cries.
What sent Hermione off the edge, was when the finger brushing against the slit suddenly plunged even through the fabric into Hermione. The sudden jolt in return got a yelp out of the young girl trying frantically to get free. But it just made it worse as Bellatrix cut off her underwear revealing her dripping core. Bellatrix admired her center as she brushed her knife against the girls thighs leaving drops of blood in its wake.
Bellatrix started to lick up Hermione's core then moving over to the cuts mixing the blood with Hermione's juices. Shuddering under her touch, Bellatrix couldn't hold off anymore of the teasing. She ended up teasing herself by prolonging the fun. Bellatrix gave the girl one last chance. Look up and over at the mudblood. "change your answer?"
Hermione was panting trying hard to answer. "I swear—" two fingers slammed right into Hermione's core while tight walls crushed Bellatrix's fingers as Hermione lost her virginity and was bombarded with pain. A smile played across the older woman's face as she realized what she had just done.
"looks like little weasel boy didn't get into your pants all these years. How pitiful." Bellatrix cackled as she pumped hard and fast taking away Hermione's virginity making sure she feels everything so she will remember it for the rest of her life. Nothing could ever make her forget this moment. And Bellatrix is going to savor this moment prolonging this as long as possible.
With each pump, Hermione felt herself lose a small piece of herself as she cried letting the pain engulf her. But to her own surprise, she started to feel something other than pain. It was some sort of pleasure and something building in the bottom pit of her stomach. She never felt these things before, nor knew what it was. Again she was helpless with no knowledge of what was happening, but she somehow allowed herself to accept what was happening and welcomed the pleasure.
Seeing as time slowly ticked by, Bellatrix noticed how the painful cringing face turned to a slightly opened mouth full of moans of pleasure. Pumping harder and sliding another finger, she received another loud scream as Hermione quickly got used to the wider thrusts and soon found herself grinding herself against the hand inside of her. Bellatrix gave her a twisted smile as she turned her head to Narcissa nodding. Bellatrix felt the young mudslut close to her orgasm and hoped Narcissa would hurry. And just before Hermione went over the edge, she grabbed the branding iron from cissy as she placed the iron right against the skin of the lower left corner on the stomach of the mudslut as her screams filled the air. Screams of both pain and pleasure. She pulled away the iron looking at the new mark she branded the mud.
Hermione could barely see straight as she looked up at a smiling successful Bellatrix. She was unable to move from the shock. She no longer felt her body as she was slowly slipping away going numb. "Now, now, muddy. It wasn't that bad. Here, look at what your mistress did." Hermione was barely able to keep her eyes open and look up to a mirror hovering over her head. She concentrated on the mirror until she saw what Bellatrix was trying to reveal. It was a mark on her body that she knew was not there before.
It was a symbol of the black family crest. Hermione felt as if her life was over, for she knew any being with a symbol of a family crest on their body, was the sign of a slave. The young brunette knew then that she could never get her life back.
Tears flowed down Hermione's eyes knowing she was trapped forever. There was no way she could heal this mark. Not even the skilled mediwizard at St. Mungo could save the girl. She would be known to be property to the black family, but then she was suddenly confused.
"you aren't, a Black." Hermione moaned looking away from the mirror as the image was burned into her brain.
"Apparently you haven't heard Muddy, I killed my husband. Therefore I am a Black. And you will forever be mine. And only mine." That twisted smile and laugh haunted her soul as she was able to look up over at Narcissa who was now about to leave the room.
"I guess she was telling the truth, sorry Cissy. But don't worry, I will be able to share my little mudslut if you are ever bored with Lucius."
Narcissa left without another word as Hermione faced her new owner. "now, if you think that this is the end of it, you are dead wrong." And that was day Hermione's soul died.
Little did Hermione know, that the boys had escaped during her little event with Bellatrix. She had both sisters in one room, letting the boys escape and were not discovered missing until Narcissa left Hermione and Bellatrix. The boys had heard Hermione's cries and pleas, but knew if they would try to save her, they would risk their own lives to end up like her or worse.
The cowards that they were, they told everyone at the castle and ministry that Hermione was dead and they were able to escape under the sister's noses. They were known as brave young ones, who escaped and tried to save their dear friend, only to really be known that they were cowards and left their friend to serve her life sentence of slavery and hell for all eternity.