"Good evening Miss Granger…" A cool, sensual voice in her ear woke Hermione with a start, her eyes snapping open to the sight of one Narcissa Malfoy, regal and breathtakingly beautiful, she was sitting on the side of the bed slightly leaning over Hermione, her pink, pale sculpted lips, slightly upturned into a smirk, while her piercing baby blue eyes were locked onto Hermione's wide caramel brown ones. Hermione quickly sat up, feeling her head spin at the sudden movement.

"Mrs Malfoy." Hermione acknowledged the woman, trying to subtly distance herself from the blonde.

"Please call me Narcissa." Was the smooth reply of the older woman, who took her time looking Hermione over, the cold emotionless mask in place, preventing Hermione from gauging her intentions. Hermione fidgeted under the appraisal, unsure what to do or say, before remembering whose room she was currently occupying.

"What is she going to do with me?" She finally asked, attempting to keep the nerves from her voice. Narcissa kept her gaze a few moments longer, before slowly reaching out to Hermione, who didn't dare move away, and surprisingly gently, stroked the side of her jaw, before her hand moved to twirl a curly lock of brown hair between her pale, slender fingers.

"Whatever she likes, you aren't going anywhere anytime soon, and knowing my sister like I do, she doesn't like giving up what she deems to be 'hers'." She let the lock of hair slip between her fingers before she stood gracefully to stand at the side of the large bed. Hermione was confused and felt the twist of apprehension in her gut at the blunt response.

"But… I don't understand, why didn't she just kill me? What could she possibly want with me to keep me locked up here in secret?" She pleaded for a different answer to the one that had her mind had begun to put together as to her possible fate. Narcissa simply looked at her, lightly smirking.

"You're supposedly the brightest witch of your age, surely it won't take you long to figure it out. Anyway, that is enough chit-chat, come with me miss Granger, you need to clean up." Hermione's stomach sank, Narcissa's comment strengthened her suspicions, but she simply refused to acknowledge it. She would eventually find out for sure when the dark witch came back for her anyway. Reluctantly, she followed Narcissa to another door on the other side of the large, ornate room that she didn't even notice earlier. The Malfoy matriarch swung open the door to reveal a rather large and beautiful bathroom, the main feature being the enormous claw foot bathtub that could easily fit two or three people at a time, placed in the middle of the room, intricate designs adorned the taps and basins to the left, while the toilet was sectioned off on the right through a smaller door. Hermione leaned on the doorframe as Narcissa strode over to the bathtub, waving her hand, the tub began to fill quickly with warm, bubbly scented water. Hermione's muscles were still achy from her torture and her legs were shaking, she took slow, measured steps into the room trying not to appear as weak as she felt, though she didn't think she could fool Narcissa anyway, the woman's eyes never seemed to leave her as she made her way over to the bath. She stopped next to it then looked to the older woman, waiting for her to leave her to it. Narcissa smirked and moved closer reaching for Hermione's jacket zipper.

"What are you doing?" Alarmed, Hermione attempted to step back, but the blonde held her in place, the hands on her waist were surprisingly strong, pulling her closer to the woman as she rid Hermione of her jacket despite her weak resistance.

"Stop struggling girl, I know you're still recovering from your last… encounter with my sister, even though you won't admit you're in pain. If you're a good girl and just accept my help you'll feel much better, I may even have a potion or two that can help with the pain. Show me your arm." Before Hermione could say anything, she pulled her wounded arm closer for inspection, it was a little scabby with dried blood surrounding the word 'mudblood' which had been carved into her arm by Bellatrix.

"The knife was cursed so the scar will be permanent, but I can clean it up and heal it enough so that it doesn't reopen and bleed everywhere." The blond snapped her fingers and a house elf appeared at her command.

"Bring me a pepper-up potion, a painless draught, a healing salve and a small amount of blood replenishing potion just in case, do not tell anyone except Bellatrix who they are for if anyone asks."

"Yes, mistress." The elf was gone with a small popping sound, and Narcissa pulled out her wand, casting a 'scourgify' to clean Hermione's arm. The elf appeared again in a couple of minutes with the small tray of potions, placing them on the countertop before disapperating again.

The blonde haired witch conjured a couple of chairs for them both, "Sit," Hermione obeyed and simply watched the witch take the healing salve and gently apply it to Hermione's arm. The young Gryffindor was surprised at the display of tenderness, she had originally thought the wife of Lucius Malfoy would be just as horrible as him, but Narcissa so far, hadn't done or even said anything to harm Hermione, and now the woman was sitting here herself trying to make Hermione better. 'Why does she even care?' The woman released her and placed the salve back on the tray.

"Now drink those potions, it will help. You already know what they are." She said, leaning back in her chair. Hermione hesitated as she reached for the tray, examining each potion briefly before knocking them back and making a face at the taste, she could already feel the potions taking effect.

"Now time to get you clean." Narcissa stood looking at Hermione expectantly, who reluctantly got up and moved closer to the tub, while the older woman banished the chairs and tray. Hermione was now actually looking forward to relaxing in the luxourious tub, she couldn't remember the last time she had a proper bubble bath. She felt Narcissa's hands on her again, gently pushing her to the bath.

"I'm perfectly capable of bathing myself you know Narcissa." She turned to face the smirking blonde.

"Perhaps, but it doesn't mean you have to. I myself, have been meaning to have one today, so… what's the phrase? Two birds, one stone?" She began to slowly disrobe and Hermione stood awkwardly, unsure where to look and what to do. She averted her eyes as the flawless creamy skin was revealed to her.

"I-I don't bathe with people, if you want a bath that bad I can wait outside till you're finished." Hermione tried and failed to sound neutral, her voice betraying her nervousness at the situation.

"No need, besides, I think you know that you don't really have a choice anymore Hermione. If I was you I'd stop complaining and take what you can, we both know that it could have turned out a lot worse for you. You are actually quite lucky that my sister has taken an interest in you, you have gotten off lightly compared to most who have been at her mercy." With a wave of her hand Hermione's clothes disappeared, causing her to gasp and attempt to cover herself, her face reddening. "Besides," she continued, "it won't be much longer before she comes back for you so it might be a good idea to not waste your free time arguing with me right now, even I don't know what she will have in store for you little one." Hermione grudgingly agreed with the woman and climbed into the bath slowly. The water was the perfect temperature and smelled like vanilla, it was an intoxicating scent. She sighed in relief when she sat down letting the warm water envelop her. Narcissa didn't waste any time either, she elegantly climbed into the tub after Hermione and slipped into the water. She let Hermione relax for a few minutes before summoning a washcloth and soap.

"Turn around Hermione." She wanted to protest, but she also didn't want to push her luck with Narcissa, she was the sister of Bellatrix Lestrange after all, and her requests were not to be taken lightly, especially as Hermione was now a prisoner in her manor. She slowly turned her back to the blonde, who she sensed moving closer. The woman then lathered her back with soap and rubbed her down with the washcloth, her arms slipped around Hermione, washing her front aswell, while the brunette just sat there and let herself be cleaned. Then Narcissa washed the girl's hair with scented shampoo, massaging her fingers into her scalp. Hermione was really starting to enjoy this treatment, not that she'd ever admit it, having someone take care of her and wash her hair was really helping her relax, not to mention it felt so damn good. When her hair had been rinsed and the older woman's hands had left her, she turned her head slightly and whispered, "Thank you." She really was grateful for the care Narcissa had shown her, whether she meant it or not.

"Not a problem my dear." Warm, smooth arms encased her and suddenly the woman's front was pressed against her back. She froze as she felt the woman's breasts pressing up against her, a blush rising in her cheeks. The woman was getting bolder, her nose trailed along the crook of Hermione's neck before a soft kiss was planted there. Her heartbeat was beginning to pick up, she had a feeling she knew where this was going.

"N-narcissa, what are you doing?" Hermione shivered as the woman's tongue ran behind her ear.

"Hmm you are simply divine, dear." The girl's breath hitched and her Gryffindor courage was out the window while this woman had her ensnared.

"Turn around." Hermione was afraid to, she whimpered and felt the woman nip her neck. "Turn. Around." Shakily, she did as the blonde witch commanded, she tried not to look directly at her but strong hands lifted her chin to meet those icy blue orbs that all but commanded her submission. The stronger woman leaned forward and captured Hermione's lips with her softer, pinker, more voluptuous ones, moving them against the Gryffindor's. She slipped her tongue past Hermione's lips like the cunning serpent she was, surprising the younger witch, who briefly fought her for dominance before being forced into submission by the skilled older witch. Hermione felt Narcissa's hands running over her body, she squirmed a bit, this was all happening way too fast for her, she could grudgingly accept that she found this woman very attractive, dare she even say, 'hot', but she wasn't ready to have sex! With anyone! Are they going to force her? Narcissa and Bellatrix? She gasped as they broke away for air.

"Hermione, I think by now you know why both my sister and I are interested in you." The blonde woman breathed against her lips as her hand slipped further down Hermione's body and between her legs. "My sister will be a lot more rough with you though, she likes a little pain and pleasure. She will probably hurt you. So I'll do my best to make this enjoyable for you." She slipped her finger into the younger girl, earning a squeak in response. Logically, Hermione knew she didn't want this, logically she knew she should fight harder, but her logic went out the window when the gorgeous blonde woman touched her like that, like no one has ever touched her before. Narcissa pushed in further until she felt the girl's barrier. She frowned, "Damn it, as much as I would love to claim your virginity my dear, my sister might actually consider killing me if I took that away from her, so…" she smirked that damn sexy smirk again, "I'll have to claim you another way." Hermione could only stare wide-eyed as the witch removed her finger gently and brought her hand to rub the girl's clit. Hermione couldn't hold back her moan, she felt Narcissa using silent wandless magic on her, suddenly there was a throbbing heat in her groin, that seemed to be… expanding. She felt the member brush her thigh, before the older woman's hand wrapped around her new feature, gently stroking Hermione under the water.

"Ah-ahhh, Narcissa!" Hermione's cheeks were flushed from embarrassment and arousal. The blonde chuckled and moved to straddle Hermione, while kissing her deeply again. It seemed the other woman didn't want to wait any longer and she quickly positioned the tip of Hermione's rather large cock at her entrance before slowly impaling herself on it, moaning as the girl's girth stretched her pulsing, wet walls. Hermione couldn't help the noises of pleasure she was releasing, she had never felt anything like it, being inside someone like this. She bucked her hips up into Narcissa, groaning as she buried herself to the hilt inside her. The blonde was getting even more excited, she rocked against Hermione, picking up the pace as she fucked her.

"Ah! Yes! Hermione… more… fuck me… harder!" They were both getting close, Hermione could feel it, she held Narcissa's hips down on her throbbing dick and thrusted up as hard as she could, slamming herself inside her. "Ah! You… feel… so good… Hermione!" Narcissa's pussy clamped down on her cock, suddenly Hermione exploded, screaming and cumming hard inside the woman. Panting, she slouched in the older woman's embrace. Narcissa ran her fingers through wet, brown locks before kissing her leisurely. Neither had time to react as the bathroom door burst open to reveal an angry Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Hello Bella."