Bellatrix Lestrange was on top of Hermione, carving out the words Mudblood into her inner left arm. Hermione's screams could be heard all through the Malfoy Manor - but Bellatrix didn't care if anyone else heard. She longed to be alone with Hermione. Narcissa was the only other one in the room, watching over them whilst sitting in an antique chair. She couldn't help but think to herself how stunningly attractive Hermione is.. Along with how brilliantly evil her sister was. Narcissa unbuttoned her green coat and her dress was tight in all the right places, outlining her sitting figure perfectly. Bellatrix looked up at her sister and raised her eyebrows.

"Cissy, you might want to close your eyes..," Bellatrix waited till Narcissa closed them and looked the other way.

Bella launched her mouth onto Hermione's. At first, Hermione moved her head to the side, rejected Bella's kiss, making Bella's lips go to her cheek. Then Bellatrix raised her wand to Hermione's cheek and whispered in her ear, "If you don't obey me, Granger, there will be consequences."

Hermione blinked, rolling her eyes underneath her eyelids and looked Bellatrix in the eyes, waiting for her to kiss her. Bella swooped down just centimeters away from her lips and softly kissed them. Hermione hadn't imagined it to be this sweet and passionate, but something about it made her smile. Bellatrix felt the smile arise, and then roughly made her tongue enter Hermione's mouth.

Narcissa was watching all of this and with her jaw on the floor, she began to get heated. She couldn't believe how amazing they both looked together. She put her leg up on the arm of the chair, and lifted her dress up to her thighs. She then took off her black, lacey underwear and began to lightly finger herself, not sure if she should do this all openly because of what their reactions might be like when they see her, but she did it anyways.

Bellatrix grabbed onto Hermione's neck and deepened the kiss. Suddenly, Hermione didn't want this to be over. She, unbelievably, liked Bellatrix. She took her hands and rubbed Bella's legs and worked up her skirt. Bella, loving this Hermione better than the Hermione they picked up from the woods, lightly bit Hermione's lip as she leaned back up, sitting on her lap, bringing Hermione back up with her. Bella slowly took off Hermione's jacket, then off with her shirt and she was left with a black bra that covered her breasts.

"Ah.., " Bellatrix said whilst looking at Hermione's chest. "Not too big, but big enough where they can fit my hands." She smirked and cupped her left breast while her other hand was undoing her pants zipper. Bellatrix slid away from Hermione to get her shoes off, then her pants, and now Hermione was left in her knickers and bra.

"W-What about you?" Hermione asked politely.

"We aren't focusing on me right now, dear.."

Bellatrix let out an evil grin and a bit of a cackle. She grabbed the back of Hermione's knee's and grabbed her so she was pressing against Bella. Hermione fell back and began to lose control. She was cupping her breasts, feeling them poke through her thin, black bra, moaning, closing her eyes in pleasure, using her free hand to travel to her knickers and slide them between the elastic and skin, and spreading her lips, letting some of the moistness seep onto the ground.

Bellatrix watched as the helpless girl pleased herself on the ground in front of her. She looked around to Narcissa, who now stopped what she was doing before and cleaned herself up. She acted like she hadn't done anything at all and was just watching them. Bellatrix smiled innocently at her sister and looked back down to what was in front of her.

"I need you…," Hermione moaned, loud enough so Bellatrix could hear her.

"Get up."

Bellatrix stood up and without the passionate side Hermione just saw minutes ago.

"W-what..?"

"You need to tell me how you got into my vault.."

"But you.. We.."

"There is no we. Never was, never will be. You are a mudblood, you little slut."

Hermione sat up, speechless, and began to dress herself. Her eyes began to overflow with tears, but she hadn't let any of them escape with a sniffle or a sound.