A/N: directly transferred from the original copy at ArchiveofourOwn under my pen name TsubakiiHime. This story disregards a few pieces of canon, like ages.. Names.. Ect. Harry and Hermione are late 20's while Severus, Bella, and the rest of the 'adultier' adults are late 40's. Pairs of this story are Snarry/Bellamione with implied Blackcest between Bella and Narcissa. (And Lucius, apparently.) I'd love feedback if you feel so generous. Enjoy, and thanks for reading.

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Loopholes

Chapter One- Chance Encounter

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Dating for a single woman with a kinky sex fetish was hard these days.

As if it weren't hard enough being a woman of magical capabilities trapped in the Muggle world because your name was currently in the top percent of every Ministry of Magic's 'Public Bulletin' list.

But no, it didn't stop there. Add in a pinch of 'Face-and-Body Altering spells', a dash of 'Obliviate-The-Morning-After-And-Get-The-Fuck-Outta-Town', mix with equal parts peach vodka and cherry stems by the volumes, stir until thick and bake at 350 degrees for ten years and- viola! In no time at all you've got yourself a real nice slice of life's best shitpie to enjoy- if you were wanting a chance at love, that is.

If you were looking for a quick fuck instead, well, you're pretty much set for the rest of your life, aren't you sweet cheeks?

Dim lights flicked overhead as the music serenading this drab of a restaurant changed tempo. The brunette sitting alone in the farthest corner toyed with the salted rim of her second margarita. It damn sure wasn't vodka and tasted like watered down Mexican piss, but you know what they say. When in Rome, or some bullshit like that.

Her waitress, a nice young woman about the same age, came by with a third drink.

"This one's on the house, love," she said with an apologetic smile. So it was obvious, then? That her "date" had been a goddamn sellout?

Fucking. Awesome.

"Oh, how lovely. My thanks to whoever decided," she politely returned the smile.

"Oh, it's actually from someone at the bar," flustered, the waitress turned and motioned to a woman sitting in the what had to be the darkest place in the entire house. She had to squint to get a good look. Leather jacket and shades- inside? Hmm, sketchy as fuck.

"Aha, well in any case," she turned her eyes back to the waitress but not before she caught a smirk from the woman, "You can go ahead and bring the check."

The waitress nodded and hurried off. Her ass bounced nicely along in those black slacks. And let's be real, that white shirt was doing little to contain the curve of her chest. Overall she were a solid 8, and that's including an extra point for her kindness. If only she were a bit older...

"Tried the Jalapeño Poppers? Got a good kick to 'em, if you like it spicy."

The same woman from before situated herself in the empty seat. She smelled like every bit of dark velvet and cigarette smoke. In better light she could see this woman was quite a bit older than herself, with straight black hair that covered half of her face and pooled around her neck on both sides. Underneath that open leather she could see a teal colored shirt that exposed some great fucking cleavage. She kept her shades on, which was still sketchy, but damn; there was no denying it. This woman was hot as fuck.

That smirk told her she had been caught oogling like a horny schoolgirl. And well, yeah, she had the goods, but there was something very familiar about this mysterious presence, very unsettling. And damn it, no matter how attractive, the younger broad was not about to be outdone.

"Excuse me, may I help you?"

"Maybe, maybe not," the woman shrugged. "But I can damn sure help you."

"I doubt that," She rummaged for her overcoat and keys. "I was just about to leave, you see."

"Oh? But you haven't even touched the drink I sent you," the woman slid her finger against the salt and gave it a lick.

"Tequila isn't really my thing," she slid the drink across the table. "But I do thank you for the hospitality."

"Such a shame that a pretty young thing like yourself would end up alone in a place like this," the woman grabbed her wrist before she had the chance to stand. With her other hand she gently cupped the younger's chin and slid her thumb across her cheek. "I couldn't stand watching that look of disappointment taint such luscious lips." She ran her thumb across her bottom lip as she spoke.

Sweet Jesus. She loved being stroked.

"O-Oh, really?" She suddenly felt hot all over.

"Naturally. Any idiot who would dare waste such an opportunity doesn't deserve the time of day," now sure she had the younger's attention, the woman pulled a strand of hair from where it fell and tucked it safely behind her ear. She leaned closer, her coal black eyes peered over the top of her glasses and shimmered in the light.

"Of course, if you were mine, you wouldn't have that problem."

Oh, fuck.

Tequila may not have been her taste, but this woman clearly was. And she could totally take a chance, right? Right?! That's what she came here for originally, right?! Damn straight, she could. She totally could. It seemed logical enough. Runway clear for landing.

She was three seconds from asking 'where the hell do I sign up' when her mind kicked in and said 'woah, girl. Hold thine horses.' Runway not clear for landing. The intent may have been the same, but her original date, Sascha, was a woman she knew online for some time now and was totally comfortable with. Yep, big difference.

"And just who are you, anyway?" She couldn't help the way her voice sounded all breathy. She imagined the look on her face must have been pretty dopey. But still, better safe than sorry.

Or laid, apparently. Her ovaries were crying.

"My, how you've changed, Granger," the woman sat back, smile still splayed on her lips. "Or were you always this fussy on the first date?"

Hermione looked like she had just seen a ghost.

She made a move for her wand but the older woman kept her still.

"Wouldn't want to make a scene, would we?" She nodded to the direction of the bar. Hermione's eyes followed and saw a group of waiters in hushed whispers and looking their way. Upon seeing Hermione, her own waitress popped up and hurried to her table.

"Here's that check you asked for, sorry it took so long," she nervously glanced between the two, "I wasn't sure if, maybe, you would stay and order something else."

"No, that's fine," Hermione snatched her hand from her uninvited guest. "I was just leaving."

"Ah, okay. Well, whenever you're ready just bring it to the front," the young woman bowed and made her exit.

"Who the hell are you?" Hermione rasped in an angry whisper once the waitress was well out of earshot. Not just anyone could have seen through her illusion spell so easily. "How do you know who I am?"

Her smile widened. She slid her hand up Hermione's arm, where the illusion shattered to her touch and revealed the word forever etched into her fine porcelain skin, 'mudblood'. The woman slowly ran her thumb down each letter.

"Still so naive."

That touch sent chills down Hermione's spine. She could count on one hand the number of people who knew about that mark, and none of them were a welcoming sight.

"Tell me who you are," She demanded once more.

The woman rolled up her right sleeve to reveal a skull and snake mark that now looked like a well aged tattoo.

"You should never forget the eyes of a woman who brands you," Bellatrix Lestrange peered with a smirk over the rim of her shades.

"Bellatrix," Hermione whispered after having all the color drain from her face. "What the hell are you doing here? What business do you have with me?"

"Lots, apparently," Bella shrugged. "I was supposed to meet a woman named Laina, although I call her my kitten, for some fun tonight."

"You're Sascha?!" Bella didn't think it was possible, but yep, she went whiter than before. Hermione groaned. "Oh, no. Ooohh, no no no."

"Mmmhmm," Bella raised a curious eyebrow.

"This is bad, this is- Do you know how long I had to work up the nerve for this?" Hermione seethed, "Three hours. I stood in the mirror dressing myself for three hours!"

"Really? Three hours to get into that?" Bella replied with a cocky grin and skimmed her eyes along Hermione's dress, "It'll take me three minutes to get you out of it."

Hermione looked like she was gobsmacked in the face. Her ovaries cried a little harder.

"You can't be serious."

Bella stuck her finger over the top of her straw, lifted it, and licked the tip.

"Try me," she muttered in a dark seductive tone.

"You're serious? You're seriously suggesting that we-"

"I can make it worth your while, kitten," Bella leaned against her wrist with the air of great enjoyment. She stroked one finger down Hermione's cheek.

"No. Don't call me that," the younger immediately swatted her hand away.

"Aw, what's the matter?" Bella loved a good tease, but it was even better knowing what buttons to push from the start. "Mommy's little kitten suddenly feeling shy?"

Hermione gasped, and sweet hallelujah her ovaries were screaming with the chorus of God's angels. You bet your sweet ass she wanted it.

"Stop," she panted, "I-I can't, not now-"

"Oh, I think you can."

"No, you're- Oh, oh God," Hermione hid her face in her palms, "You know. You know everything."

"That's right, Granger," Bella licked her lips. Embarrassment didn't mean a damn thing when she knew exactly what she liked and had no qualms with it. "I know every last detail."

"Oh, God. You'll ruin me," Hermione was close to sobbing. Bella raised an eyebrow.

"Look, I'll be straight with you, Granger," the older finally removed her shades to stare Hermione face to face, "I think this could be fun, you and me. But I'm not into forcing you to be my little kitten if you don't want to be," she paused at the look of shock that was thrown her way.

"So the choice is up to you. I'll be waiting outside. If you're not out in ten minutes then I'm leaving for good. I won't contact you again and I'll forget I ever saw you here," Hermione's jaw dropped with a rebuttal but Bella quickly cut her off.

"But, if you want a little taste," she dragged her thumb across her bottom lip once more and felt it quiver, "I can promise you'll have a good time with me. Does that sound like a fair deal?"

Hermione couldn't speak. Partly because her ovaries had just suicide bombed themselves to death and her heart had jumped to save what little was left of them. Bella winked. She stood from the booth, sent a friendly wave goodbye to the waiters huddled in the corner, and left the restaurant.

Nine minutes later, five of which consisted of Hermione staring at the empty seat trying to process exactly what just happened and the other four spent fumbling for cash to pay the bill and then arguing that she didn't need change back, Hermione exited through the front doors. She found Bella casually leaning against a pole a few squares down smoking a cigarette while checking the time on her phone screen. She grinned when she looked up and saw Hermione shyly making her way over.

"I must be out of my mind," she heard her mumble when she caught up.

"That's a good girl," Bella smirked and held out a hand. Hermione hesitated, but accepted it all the same. Bella took one last drag before she snuffed the flame and Apparated them from the empty street.

The next instant Hermione felt herself slammed hard against a wall and her dress torn from the back zipper. Bella impatiently ripped it over her head the next second and had her bra undone with ease.

"Wait a second, Bella-"

Bella shoved her face into the wall.

"One thing, kitten. My bedroom, my rules," she fisted her hair and turned her whimpering ass around. Drawing out the anticipation, she licked and nibbled along the crevice of her neck and purred, "Don't call me by my name."

She then pulled Hermione's legs around her waist and shoved two fingers down the middle of her cunt. She was squirting like a goddamn waterfall, just how Bella liked it. She roughly shoved them in as deep as she could.

"Isn't there- unnnggg- supposed to be some foreplay involved?" Back shoved along the wall, Hermione gripped as much as she could to hold herself and tossed an arm around Bella's shoulder, fingers lost in her hair, for extra support.

"We've had foreplay," Bella grunted, "Seven months of it."

Bella pushed from where they stood and seconds later shoved Hermione down on cool satin sheets. Eyes now adjusted to the room, Hermione only had a minute to survey Bella's naked body before her legs were being hauled down the bed by strong arms and her cunt sucked by an all too eager mouth. Bella had the taste of fresh young pussy on her lips and showed no signs of releasing it any time soon.

"Oh, God, Bella-"

Bella nicked her clit as punishment. Their eyes met briefly before Hermione threw her head back and corrected herself.

"Oh, mommy!"

Her voice rose an octave when Bella hit the right spot. Hermione stuffed both fists in her hair and held her there.

"Pull it harder," the older commanded. Hermione rolled her eyes in half attitude but also half because God damn Bella's tongue should be fucking illegal.

Nevertheless and much to Bella's delight, Hermione tightened the reigns. She showed her appreciation by growling, not like those fake ass moans you hear in a two-dollar porno flick, but like an actual animalistic roar. Holy fuck, it had Hermione so hot. She had to wonder if she were part Animagus, or was she just naturally this wild? Honestly she could believe either one.

"Come here, you," Bella crawled up her body, forced her legs wide, and covered her pussy with her own. Clit to clit, she began roughly pounding down on top of Hermione. Hermione dug her nails into her ass while the older rode her like a fucking cowgirl.

"You like being mommy's pet, don't you?" She growled again and set Hermione's skin on fire. "Say it."

"Yes, yes I like it," Hermione cried out.

"You like what?" Bella pinched and twisted a nipple.

"I like being mommy's good little pet!"

The headboard was smacking against the wall. In fact, she was pretty sure the entire room was shaking.

"Good girl," Bella cooed. She swiped her thumb across her bottom lip, "Show mommy that tongue."

Hermione dutifully opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. Bella swiped her thumb across it twice.

"Suck," Bella commanded and Hermione obeyed.

"Yes, that's a good kitty," Bella's tongue hissed like a snake. "Show mommy how you'll suck her pussy like the obedient little girl you are."

Bella roughly pulled her up and switched their positions in an instant.

Hermione found herself being shoved headfirst into sloppy wet pussy. God, Bella smelled like sex and tasted even better. She kept her pushed tight to it, too; nose and all. Hermione resisted being slightly suffocated, but moaned all the same.

"If you want to breathe, make mommy come."

If she could have spoken she would've said 'yes ma'am'. Instead, she bit down on her clit. Bella shouted.

"Yes! Harder!"

Fucking figures, that sadistic little witch. Hermione bit down as hard as she could and sucked to hell and back. She felt more confident by the second as Bella was not a quiet lover.

After nearly screaming, Bella forcefully pulled Hermione up by her hair, shoved her back, and crawled on her face.

"Fuck me," she moaned out and immediately bucked her hips down to meet that sweet little tongue. Hermione held her by the ass, fingers firmly pulled her down on it, as she was willing to give Bella all the pleasure she wanted. She was rewarded when Bella leaned back and started rubbing her clit like a madwoman.

"Mommy wants you to come, kitten."

Oh, Bella had nothing to worry about. Just those words alone could make her loose it. But, as it were, the older had different plans for how she wanted to take it. Bella maneuvered them into a 69 position and bit Hermione's thigh before diving back in for seconds. Hermione screamed.

Mmm, she knew it would be well worth it. Knees quivering with her own release, Bella bucked back against her open mouth and let Hermione ride out the first of many orgasms to come.

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The sound of crickets woke Hermione sometime later that night. Bella's slumbering face was propped on an arm while the other hung from the side of the bed. Hermione realized she had fallen asleep on the only pillow on the bed. Somehow the notion that Bella hadn't stolen it and let her keep it almost seemed… Sweet.

Almost.

Their clothes were scattered everywhere. As quickly and quietly as she could, Hermione fumbled through the darkness for her dress and shoes. She found her wand, thank fuck for that bit of relief. Funny, she guessed Bella really did just want a quick fuck and nothing more from her after all.

Which, she had to say, she was pretty damn lucky to have survived. Even now her vagina felt like it would fall off any second.

"Obliviate," she whispered once she was dressed and ready to leave, minus the fact that the goddamn zipper to her dress was stuck. A single strand of silver appeared and strung itself from Bella's mind to the tip of Hermione's wand.

Deciding she'd fancy a look at this place to discover if it was really Bella's abode or if she had taken them to some empty shack in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, Hermione snuck from the room and down the small hallway where a flight of stairs met her.

Oh, fancy.

Her illuminated wand tip led the way and her first thought was how the place seemed devoid of magic at all. The pictures were stationary, the paint and wallpaper was modern, and the rooms seemed, well, normal. Come to think of it, she hadn't remembered seeing Bella with a wand at all.

Huh.

Yep, she concluded as she reached the living room downstairs and saw a flat screen T.V. with surround sound speakers, it was a completely normal one- bedroom Muggle apartment, much too big for one person to own alone.

This was like some Pulp Fiction kind of shit, man. It creeped her out how snug the place felt, even more so when she considered the thought of Bellatrix Lestrange might actually live in a place like this.

Well, this was swell and all, but it was definitely time to hit the ol' dusty trail. This experience was fun, but she'd never come back here ever again.

Like, ever.

She was just about to leave when Bella's voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Leaving so soon?"

Not possible, was her first thought. She should have been sleep, and even if she woke she shouldn't have remembered anything from the past five hours.

Hermione jumped when she felt hands smooth up her back, then down to her jammed zipper. Bella gave it a good pull, which unstuck the track, and slowly closed them together. She placed a warm kiss on her shoulder, then drug her teeth carefully across the flesh.

"Come back any time you want, kitten."

Hermione fled like a rabbit from a fox.