A/N:
So this is a tremendously late birthday gift for my wonderful beta, Uniquely Named. (Who also beta-d her own gift. That is real dedication.) [She knows my OCD well. -U.N]
As this is a present, I am stepping a bit outside of what I usually write. I've set out to soften Bellatrix less and to leave some of the inherent flaws of the pairing in. This isn't connected to anything else I am currently writing. And I don't currently have plans to add to it. Maybe someday after Black Prophecy has been finished.
I don't own these lovely characters, I am just playing for a bit. And this contains adult content, so please do be of age.
"Well well well. What do we have here?"
Bellatrix Lestranges' oddly childish tone bounced off the hard stonewalls of the potion storeroom. She advanced on the slim figure intently sifting through ingredients. She stopped just short of full body contact, but she could still feel heat seeping through the two layers of clothing. She observed the tensing of every muscle in the girl's body.
"Don't worry, Muddy. This isn't an interrogation like our last… meeting."
The young witch shivered hard in spite of her best efforts.
"I see you remember it pet. Tell me, my filthy girl, is there ever a moment you don't think of me?"
Hermione gasped at the cruelty of the words. She wanted to reply, to push the woman away and make her escape. She'd come to this room out of desperation. There was a clear pause in the battle at the moment and there were so many injured. She didn't have to like Snape to know that he would be prepared for this situation. It was supposed to be a very quick errand. She was to run to his storeroom and get what Madame Pomfrey requested. Seeing as he had just fled from the castle after a duel with the new Headmistress, Hermione hadn't imagined that she would encounter anyone much less her walking greatest nightmare. Her survival instincts were failing her. She was rooted in place. Unfortunately the witch was correct, since their last encounter on the floor of Malfoy Manor, Hermione thought of little else. Even on the rare occasions she had the opportunity to close her eyes, she had seen the smirk of triumph and wild curls.
"What about when you are with your red headed blood traitor? Can you focus on him? On what he wants from you?"
The muggleborn dropped her head and attempted to regain her breath. Apparently she had already given up on responding. The Death Eater seemed content to conduct a one sided conversation anyways. Any ground she gained in lowering her head, she lost again when an arm snaked around her joining their bodies in a rough embrace.
"But it doesn't matter what he wants, does it my pet?"
The young witch didn't mean to respond, but her head shook immediately. Internally she blamed it on being intoxicated by the closeness of the woman behind her. She craved the deprived woman in spite of herself, in spite of her morals.
"I thought not. Has he tried to kiss you? Has he put his filthy hands on you?"
Hermione shuddered in the strong arms, resulting in fingernails digging painfully into her hipbones in punishment. She waited for the dark witch to speak again to break the painful silence. She couldn't fathom why she felt such suffocating guilt. She hadn't requested his affection and just barely managed to respond, not wanting to hurt his feelings or field any questions.
"Was my claim on you not clear enough?" Bellatrix hissed dangerously in her ear. "Were you confused about to whom you belong?"
The young witch gulped for air and finally found her voice. "I belong to no one. Especially, not you. You are vile."
The Deatheater cackled at the response. "Brave words, muddy. It seems you are a foolishly brave Gryffindor after all. But they are just words. Aren't they?"
Hermione didn't dare respond. What she wanted to say would be a lie and she wasn't certain that she could pull it off anyways.
"You will answer, pet. Are they just words?" Bellatrix punctuated each word of the question with a hot breath against the back of the young witch's neck.
She would wait out the answer. The mudblood had spirit, but she remained confident that she would be obeyed. Their first interaction had been interesting if not overly brief. It had been a bit too public for even the dark witch's tastes. The girl had been deliciously resistant, only barely bending under her insanity and torture. It was an average interrogation right up until the moment she straddled the young witch. There was a brief moment where lust clouded the soft brown eyes of the witch. Though quickly masked, it was enough for Bellatrix. And so she had staked her claim in the only way that made sense. With her own knife she made her bleed. She branded her knowing no one else would ever suffice.
"Yes," Hermione whispered after a long pause.
In the moments of silence she debated the pros and cons of her responses. She had so hoped to survive the day and somehow she doubted that her defiance would buy her such a luxury. After all she was wrapped in the woman's strong arms. Bellatrix hadn't yet bothered to take her wand back, but really it was only a matter of time until she did. And the young witch didn't think she would be able to take the former prisoner in a physical fight.
"Very good, pet. You'd best not forget. It will be key to your survival."
"I won't beg you to spare my life."
"I don't expect you to," Bellatrix chuckled in response. "No, mudbaby. I am not planning an attempt on your life. Contrary to what you have apparently heard, I care for my things. But in a few hours, being mine will be the only thing that saves you from death."
Hermione tensed again and nearly thought of fighting to escape the embrace.
"Oh yes, Hermione," the dark witch whispered dangerously in her ear. "You will lose. Your friends will die. You've already been promised to me by my Lord provided I claim you before the Potter boy dies."
"You came looking for me." It wasn't a question, but a plain statement of fact. Hermione was desperately attempting to keep up with the plot, but was so entirely unprepared for the particular situation.
"Severus requested supplies, so it was convenient. Don't get a big head. I will enjoy having you, but do not think that desire outweighs my other obligations. I am simply taking advantage of an opportunity."
The young witch blinked. Not being important to the Death Eater inexplicably hurt. She shouldn't care, just like she shouldn't be standing as still as possible waiting for the inevitable touch that she craved. She shook her head slightly hoping to clear her hazy thoughts.
"Now now, pet. None of that. The only answer you will be giving me is yes. I hate to start rushing this, but time is still of the essence. And believe me, you will feel so much better when we are done."
Hermione jerked forward to extract herself from Bellatrix's arms at the presumption. "You are terribly conceited, you know. I don't need this or you."
The dark witch wove her fingers into the curly hair at the nape of the girl's neck and jerked her forward, bending her over the counter.
"That is where you are mistaken, mudblood," the Death Eater spat in anger. "You think you know everything, and yet you don't realize that the reason you've been in such agony since you left my sister's manor is because the spell is only half done. I was claiming you when we were interrupted by that damn elf. Your soul needs me and will never recover until you give yourself over to me. Give in and the agony will end. If you don't… well. If you don't, I hope you die in battle. It will be a much more pleasant way to go."
The young witch groaned at the rough advances. She couldn't fathom why it felt so good or why she craved more.
"Think hard, Hermione. I know you want this. I can feel your entire body reacting to me, but you must realize it. Your nipples are hard and your panties are wet, aren't they? You like being facedown and at my mercy."
The young witch held her breath trying not to react to the calm seductive words. It was clear that the older witch was a master manipulator. It was clear now that she was nowhere close to as insane as the world believed her to be. Rough hands pushed the hem of her jacket up revealing the wand tucked into her waistband. The hand in her hair didn't waiver, but the other fingertips danced over the small of her back gently before dipping in and withdrawing the wand.
"You haven't been entirely honest, have you?" Bellatrix tucked the wand into her robes. "You brought this back to me, even if it was subconscious. Did you know you were coming back to me? Or could you simply not bare to part with my wand?"
"I needed it for your vault. And I haven't exactly had time to go shopping recently," Hermione responded harshly.
Mouthing off resulted in her head being wretched back while her body was held firmly in place by the weight of the other witch.
"Do not lie to me," she growled.
For the first time since the door to the storeroom opened, Hermione was truly frightened. Being sane did not mean that the Death Eater was predictable. And she had found a tipping point. If she misstepped now, her life would likely be forfeit.
"I couldn't let it go," she finally answered in a small voice.
She was immediately rewarded with fingers stroking through her hair even as her head was held at an awkward angle.
"Good, pet. That is very good," Bellatrix said distractedly.
"And I don't understand any of this," Hermione continued. She kept her voice as steady as she could manage. Though she was clearly at a disadvantage, she didn't have any desire to appear weak. "But your assessment was correct."
Lips and teeth latched none too gently on the skin of her neck nearly hard enough to break the skin, making her body roar with arousal.
"Don't you see how simple this is, muddy. Be honest and get rewarded. Lie and life will be very uncomfortable. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Hermione gasped. A possessive hand was now stroking her body through her clothing. It snaked between her legs cupping her clothed center.
"I can feel how ready you are for me."
The young witch attempted to press more firmly into the touch in desperate need of friction. The hushed demanding tones were wreaking havoc on the little resolve she had. Paired with the close contact and overtones, she was a fraction of a step away from being putty in the witch's hands. Clever fingers moved to the front of her pants easily releasing the button and pulling the zipper down. In response her body was practically vibrating with desire.
"Stay where you are, muddy," Bellatrix said, releasing her hair and tugging the jeans and underwear down to the girl's knees. Bent over with her feet shoulder width apart was enough space for the Death Eater to maneuver, but it kept her pet deliciously captured. She ran her nails up the pale thighs and over the firm ass of the immobilized witch noting the pronounced shudder. "I can smell how much you want me. I never would have thought someone with such dirty blood could smell so good. Now ask nicely. Ask me to finish the spell. Ask me to take you. Ask me to keep you."
"Fuck, Bella," Hermione moaned surprised at her own use of a nickname for the intimidating woman behind her. "Merlin. I need…" Her voice trailed off. She could hardly think with ten fingers stroking her close to where she needed contact, but not quite.
"Tell me pet, what is it that you need?"
"You," the young witch sobbed.
"So you do." The dark witch returned one hand back to the girl's head, holding her flush against the counter while trailing the other through the distinct wetness between her legs. She delighted in the moan and subsequent squirming.
"Please," Hermione gasped on the edge of desperation. The spell the woman held over her was intoxicating and maddening. She felt like her entire being was consumed with need for the witch.
"Please what, pet? You must say it. I do not care if you feel ashamed or humiliated. You are my property and you will do as I say."
Hermione flushed a deeper shade of red at the inflammatory but incredibly sexy threat. She bucked her hips trying to get more contact without success.
"Damn you, evil witch. Stop teasing me and fuck me," the young witch finally commanded.
Bellatrix smirked and drove two fingers hard into the wet depths. She slowly withdrew them completely and slammed them back in. The young witch instinctively adjusted the angle of her hips to allow a more thorough ravishing.
"You will pay for your lack of decorum later, pet. I never forget. And you will struggle to sit for a week for your lack of manners."
Hermione moaned loudly and moved her hips in time with the hand penetrating her, unable to think of a response.
"I knew you would love this, muddy. You were made for this. For me. Your little Weasel was never able to get you so wet was he? He never made you crave him. Did you think of me doing this the last time you let him have you?"
The young witch sobbed at the cruelty. She attempted to move away but only succeed in placing her throbbing clit in the path of the hand pumping in and out of her, pushing her closer to climax.
"You belong to me, Hermione. You are mine," Bellatrix growled pushing harder. "Give yourself to me now, pet. Come for me."
Hermione wanted to resist the command and assert her independence, but every cell in her body was screaming for the sadistic woman. In a moment of blinding clarity, she let it all go. All of the responsibility, worry and pain seeped away from her. There was nothing but the rhythm of her lover's hand and the clear command. In that moment the tension in her stomach hit is peak and spread in waves through her body.
The Death Eater continued her relentless pace and she felt the muscles around her fingers contract beautifully. She knew the witch below her would be too overcome by the sexual release to feel the magic flowing between them. But never the less it was done. The girl was permanently hers. Somewhat reluctantly she pulled her fingers out and placed them on the witch's lips.
"Don't be daft. Clean them," she commanded in a disinterested voice. She was pleased with the speed at which the witch complied. She tugged her up by the hair, forcing her to stand. "Put your clothes back on. We have things to do." She turned to start collecting the potions Severus sent her to collect.
"We," Hermione croaked in disbelief.
Bellatrix rounded quickly, grasping the girl by the throat and pressing her against the nearest wall. "What part of 'you now belong to me' are you confused about?" she sneered. "You are my property and you will do as I say."
Hermione stared at the fire in the dark eyes and couldn't deny the urge in her gut to obey. She lowered her eyes and relaxed her body hoping it would convey her submission.
"Better. This is the list of what we are looking for. Find the last three. Then we really must be getting back to the forest."
"I… I can't. I can't betray them."
"You already have," the dark witch answered bluntly. "You bound yourself to me."
"I didn't have a choice," Hermione shrieked.
"I never said you did. But it doesn't matter now. It's done. Do as I say. You won't be able to be away from me when I tell you to be close. The spell will punish you. You will suffer and die."
The young witch stared at her in wide-eyed disbelief.
"And further more, you made the decision you really wanted to from here." Bellatrix lightly tapped her chest. "It's best you accept what you have done. They will lose today and you will survive. You will live at my knees as my pet. There are far worse fates. There were others who hoped to claim you as a spoil of war." She finished her speech with a level of disinterest while snatching a bottle from the shelf. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as her witch slowly found the three potions and held them out to her.
"Very good, pet." She cupped the girl's face. "Do as I say and I will keep you safe."