An uncomfortable light was piercing through her foggy unconsciousness bringing her to reluctantly peal open her eyes wincing at the bright light flooding her vision. Turning her head she buried her face into the soft pillow of her bed, irritated that one of her roommates left the bed curtains open. Hermione bolted up from the silk covered mattress just as fear wormed itself into her heart, she wasn't at Hogwarts she was kidnapped and no one tried to stop them. Angry tears cascaded down her pale cheeks at the betrayal. Snatching the pillow up she screamed into it allowing the material to swallow up the sound. Tossing the pillow away Hermione quickly glanced around the room confused at her strange surroundings.
The room she was in was twice the size of the dorms at Hogwarts, from the bed she could see a sturdy vanity table placed under the large bay window that sat to the right of the bed, on the other side was a door that was shut and an open large walk in closet that was empty. Maybe they thought she might hang herself with the clothes, she giggled. The room was plain cream but still beautiful in decoration which surprised her the most as her mind brought forth black walls and heads of their enemies mounted like trophies further inducing her fit of giggles.
"Glad to see you laughing" a soft voice pulled her back to reality. Her eyes drinking in the fair haired beauty standing at the end of the bed. Hermione swept her gaze over the woman, she was of course immaculately dressed in black form fitting robes hugging her jealousy induced curves and from the looks of it made from the only finest material around, her blonde hair with black perched on top was in an elegant bun leaving her face free, her eyes the most intense blue that Hermione had the pleasure of seeing and of course her high cheek bones and strong but feminine jaw and the most enticing red ruby lips that begged for kissing.
"Ahem". Hermione blushed at getting caught staring, opening her mouth to speak but no words coming forth she snapped jaw shut. What does one say in such a situation she wasn't sure. She shifted back against the headboard she needed to pay attention she was after all in a house full of the enemy.
The blonde slowly stepped towards Hermione with caution. Her heels clicking away on the bare floorboards. "We didn't get to meet last night. I'm Narcissa but you can call me aunt Cissy" her tone was soft but full of authority which allowed no room for argument. Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion, why on earth would she call a woman as beautiful as she was a stranger aunt. She didn't even call her dad's sister aunt, maybe she is insane.
Narcissa pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at Hermione, she gently shook her head in thought. "You had a head injury from yesterday's shenanigans which I have already healed. Now let's get you dressed". Hermione gritted her teeth at the casual way her near death and kidnap was described as if she was out last night getting drunk instead of trying to keep Harry from the enemies hand. Thankfully the older woman didn't see her grimace as she was busy exploring an empty wardrobe well it was empty now it was full to the brim.
"Magic Hermione". As if the blonde heard her thoughts. Horror etched on her pale features, she's a Legilimens. "They do say you are the greatest witch of your generation. Here put this on" Narcissa smirked, holding up a dress. Hermione blushed she wasn't one for dresses and would never buy such a revealing outfit that the blonde picked.
Hermione must of hesitated far to long for the witches liking as the next second the cold air was biting into her flesh. Her eyes widened griping the cover to keep her modesty. "Get up Hermione or the cover will follow". Realising Narcissa wasn't joking Hermione swallowed down her dignity and nervously clambered out the bed, crossing her arms trying to cover her breasts.
"Wasn't so hard was it my dear we are both women here". Hermione shivered under Narcissa's appreciative gaze of her body. "just like Bella" she heard her mutter, Hermione decided to let it go. Picking up the silky dress eyeing to wearily she was unsure of how to proceed.
Narcissa saw her internal struggle, taking pity on Hermione she spelled the dress on the younger woman. "You will certainly be turning heads my dear". A floor length mirror appeared shocking Hermione at the sight of her. Gone was the gawky fifteen year old and in her place stood someone she barely recognized. Same height and chin but now she was paler, high cheek bones and grey eyes that stared back at her, her hair that she detested all her life was the same brunette but the curls were softer and manageable. What did they do to her. She muffled a shrieked with her hand, staring at her chest that was bigger by a cup size or two and the dress she thought made her look like a pureblood trollop. A moderate neckline that showcased her new breasts and the skirt ended just above the knee. She has never feeled so exposed.
"Beautiful Hermione. Men won't be able to keep their eyes off you" Narcissa stood behind her holding onto her arms, a smile lighting up her face. Hermione bit her lip shaking her head. "Come now you look irresistible" she huskily whispered.
Hermione stepped away from the mirror, determination taking hold, turning to Narcissa her face serious. "First off I have no interest in men nor boys and secondly what on earth is going on? Why are you being nice to me a mudblood? Clothes won't change my blood and why on godric name would I call you aunt?".
Narcissa slyly grinned closing the distance between her and a frightened Hermione. "I will allow your lip to slide this once my dear given the unique circumstances but I will warn you if you speak to me like that again I will" pulling Hermione up against her chest, her mouth ghosting her ear "spank your bare bum".
Hermione gasped, blushing at the thought. "Follow me dear it's rude to keep people waiting at the table". The maze of corridors and many stairs later they made it to a large dining room where some of the seats were already occupied waiting on them. "Hermione dear take a seat next to Draco".
Curious filled eyes turned upon Hermione as took the seat without argument she was more afraid that the witch would really follow through with her threat than the unabashedly staring onlookers. Breakfast appeared in front of her leaving her slightly queasy, how on earth did they know her favourite foods. Pancakes with chocolate syrup and strawberries and cream which she had most days for breakfast at Hogwarts.
"You not eating girlie" Hermione glanced up at Bellatrix who was sitting in the sit opposite hers, her head tilted a smirk dancing on her full lips. The feeling of liquid fire running along her inner thighs returned as she met her grey eyes, her lips sucking on a juicy strawberry covered in cream as she licked the offending substance away. "Snake got your tongue?". Her blushed deepened, dropping her gaze to the table. Hermione wanted this whole nightmare to be over with so she could curl up and cuddle with crookshanks.
"Will you be telling her now? Or leave gr.. Hermione thinking she is a prisoner" Draco spoke up, correcting his slip up at the furious look from his aunt. "Personally I don't care either way but I would like to be released from warden duty any time now I'm meant to be meeting Blaise and Theo soon".
The tall man from the night before cleared his throat. "Hermione a smart girl like you can see that your appearance has slightly changed since last night that is I am sure will come as a surprise you are really a pureblooded witch not a mudblood like you have been led to believe. Fifteen years ago Bellatrix and I ended up in Azkaban after a misunderstanding, we were unaware of Bella being pregnant till you came along seven months into our sentence a perfect healthy baby girl. I was allowed to hold you for a few minutes before you were sent to your aunt Narcissa to be raised but you never made it and disappeared without a trace. Severus was made aware of you who really were when you entered Hogwarts in your first year especially when you shouldn't of gone till a year later but Dumbledore was playing with your life since you were a babe and I believe it was him that placed you with those filthy muggles. He made sure the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange was under his complete control and you befriending Harry potter and that Weasley boy". He spat the name Weasley like venom. "The dark lord was made aware when we were finally freed from that hell hole and tasked us with retrieving you and Lucius with the prophecy".
Hermione snorted a laugh, a few raised eyebrows followed. "And what a failure Malfoy was, all he had to do to get the prophecy intact from Harry was quite simple. The man is a bigoted fool and I am glad he is rotting in a cell".
"You have just been told you are the daughter of two death eaters and all you can say is about my father's failure?" Draco incredulously asked. "Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. You know those people" pointing a finger at his aunt and uncle.
All that was going through Hermione's muddled mind was that she leered at her blood related aunt that was nicknamed the ice queen behind her back and the sneering blonde ferret that made her life at Hogwarts a living hell is her cousin. "You're lying I don't know why you would think I would fall for such tripe but it won't work. I'm a mudblood and I want to go home". She shoved the chair across the lino leaving her untouched breakfast behind and she made a run for the main doors.
"Not going to open girlie not for a naughty wittle girl like you" Bellatrix childishly taunted, leaning up against the stair railing, looking at her through heavily hooded eyes. The moment she touched the door a sharp electric current ran down her arm causing her to cry out. "Told you so. Get use to it girlie you belong here and that's final. It's going to be fun cracking the muggle filth out of your system my daughter". The way Bellatrix cooned daughter made Hermione's toes curl. "You belong to me now".
Hermione knew one thing she was going to leave this luxury hell hole even if it kills her.