That Little Gryffindor
Bellatrix stood, fists balled, firmly planted on her hips, staring at the curled body on the marbled, cold floor just two feet from her pointed heels. She grinned, baring her yellow-tinted teeth as Hermione Granger lay coiled in a concoction of blood, tears, and sweat. Bellatrix's dark eyes scanned the room, breaking her stare only for a moment to be sure that she was, indeed, let alone with the mudblood girl. She took the two steps separating the two and knelt, straddling the young witch's hips. Frowning, she gripped Hermione's shoulder and pushed her from her side and to her back, causing her to whimper.
"Come now, Granger, I expected you to put up more of a fight. Even for a mudblood, you've proven in the past to be quite stubborn," Bellatrix cooed, her palms pressing Hermione harder into the floor. When Hermione refused to meet Bella's gaze, lips pressed firmly together, Bella continued. "No? Not going to answer, my little mouse? Muddy mouse…"
"Please. I don't know," Hermione managed, and was rewarded with a slap across a tear-stained, raw cheek.
"You do know, Muddy, and if you don't tell me, I'll make you regret the day your filthy eyes fell on that bloody school," Bellatrix sneered, grabbing Hermione's face, tilting it, studying her. Her dark eyes roamed over her slender face, matted hair, the bruises of attempted strangle beginning to appear on her neck. Then, they fell to her artwork: carved into Hermione's arm, "Mudblood" blared angrily against her pale skin. Bella snorted, running her fingers down from Hermione's face, trickling down her neck, and rested them on her chest. "You need more meat on these bones, Muddy. How can you possibly fight back if you're simply skin and bones?"
"Please get off me," she squirmed under Bella's hips and hand and the Death Eater's eyes lit; the proverbial light flickered on about Bellatrix's head and she grinned darkly, a low chuckle rising from deep inside her chest. Hermione stopped moving and gulped, seeing the change in the black eyes.
"Oh, but my dear mudblood, this interrogation has only begun," Bella said, grinding her hips down onto Hermione's. The young Gryffindor gasped, staring into the dark eyes hovering above her. "You like this, don't you, little Muddy."
Hermione could only close her eyes, but was rewarded with nails digging into her shoulder. "You look at me, Muddy. I want to see every emotion in those mudblood eyes. Since pain clearly can't make you speak, I'll use something else. Something I save for those… Worthy."
"W-what is it?"
"You'll see." Bellatrix's voice dropped to a husky growl as she lowered one hand to stroke Hermione's crotch through her jeans. Hermione gasped again, but realized she was giving her captor just what she wanted. Cheeks flushed, she balled her hands into fists and clenched her jaw. Bellatrix noticed her stony face and shook her head, smirking, as she stroked harder. Hermione faltered for another moment, and Bellatrix took the opportunity. Her other hand slid her jumper zipper down, pushed it off, then sighed, growing impatient. The girl had at least two more shirts on. And Bellatrix thought she could see a sports bra underneath those. In haste, she pinned Hermione down again by the shoulders and growled.
"Granger, I noticed your gazes at our little run-in at the Ministry. I know I haunt your dreams. I can hear the confusion ringing through that pretty little head of yours," she poked her index finger at Hermione's forehead. "This will work. Because if you don't tell me, I won't finish you off. And I know you're curious, my little muddy mouse."
Hermione stared up at Bellatrix in shock, her face turning a deep scarlet. How did she know, she thought. Bellatrix cackled. Legilmency, of course.
"Smart little girl, you are. Now. Let's see if you can catch on as quickly with this." And with that, Bellatrix had vanished Hermione's clothing—all but her blue panties. Bellatrix lifted a brow, smirking, and leaned down, latching her plump lips on Hermione's neck, peppering her skin with sloppy kisses. One hand fingered her prey's nipple, while the other ghosted its way down her body and stopped at the top of the cotton panties.
"O-oh…" Hermione pressed her breast into Bella's hand and tilted her head to the side, granting her lips more access. Bellatrix, however, never lost a faint smirk.
"That's it, little Gryffindor. Surrender." Bella slipped her hand under the blue fabric and began fiddling with her clit, causing the girl's hips to buck into her hand. Bella's mouth continued to slip down Hermione's body until her teeth closed gently around her neglected nipple. Hermione's eyes shut tightly, and she moaned, losing herself to her newfound needs. She lifted her hips to be closer to the intruding hand and Bella slipped a finger into her tight opening. Hermione's eyes shot open and she groaned, squirming.
"Oh, my little muddy is a virgin… I'll go easy, then." And with that, Bellatrix slammed in another two fingers, causing the little witch to shriek and buck away.
"No! Stop!" But Bella continued, cooing into her ear.
"My mudblood. You'll get over the pain soon and once this is completed, you'll crave me always, my muddy mouse." Bella's fingers pulled out slowly and she began teasing Hermione's clit once more. Her dark eyes remained engaged and bore into the light brown orbs, relishing in the moans breaking from Hermione's mouth once more. The young witch grew louder, hips bucking for more, her body tightening with each moment until she froze, her eyes wider. Her body trembled under the older witch as she came, moaning and writhing as she came down from her high.
Bellatrix giggled and sat up, wiping her fingers on Hermione's panties.
"Get dressed, girl. I don't need you parading around my manor nude." Her voice returned to its flat, gravely tone and she stood, summoning the girl's clothes. Her black eyes watched as Hermione complied, and slowly dressed for her new life sentence.