They laid together that night, their bodies fitting like a puzzle-piece. Harry and his friends escaped, not even bothering to try to save Hermione. Hermione knew that they left, it hurt her but she didn't care at the moment. She had Bellatrix to comfort and love her. She no longer cared about the war or whether Voldemort died or lived. She only cared about the woman she was tangled in.
Hermione was playing with Bellatrix's long messy hair, swirling the strands around and braiding them. They where a beautiful pair. Odd, no doubt. But beautiful. Neither wizards nor muggles supported that sort of couple, but they did not care. They only cared about each other at the moment. They loved each other, or at least they believed they did. They never admitted it to each other, but they admitted it to themselves. It was a secret they kept to themselves.
Bellatrix didn't want to feel anything for the girl. She didn't want to feel. Bellatrix hasn't felt anything like this in a long time. It was different. Bella has never really been in love, of course she loved the Dark Lord, but not in that way. She was his follower, nothing more, although he took advantage of her loyalty often. She did not love him, she loved Hermione. When she taken Hermione captive, she had no intention of these things, until she saw Hermione's perfect curves and her pretty face.
"Bella," said Hermione, after sighing.
Bellatrix propped herself up on her elbows and looked at Hermione, "Yes, love?" she said with raised eyebrows.
"Can I talk a shower? Please?" Hermione sat up, looking admiringly at her newfound lover.
Bellatrix nodded and stood. They where both wearing their bra and knickers from the night before. It was morning, the sun was coming up and there was a sweet scent in the air. "Follow me, Kitten." with that she strode off, down the hall, with Hermione at her feet.
"Is it far? Malfoy Manor seems quite large." Hermione muttered, looking up at the ceiling and examining everything. She didn't even seem to mind that she was half-naked in a stranger's home.
"It's not very far," Bellatrix said, rounding a corner, swaying her hips as she did. Hermione couldn't help but stare. Bellatrix knew what she was doing and what she made Hermione feel. Bellatrix suddenly stopped and opened a huge double-door. "Here it is!" she announced, stepping into the huge bathroom.
There was a very large tub in the corner of the room. Marble floors and tan peachy walls. There was also a shower, very large, with an assortment of different soaps and scrubs. "Woah," said Hermione, "It's huge."
"I suppose it is quite big, but not nearly as big was the master bathroom in the Black Manor." Bellatrix ushered Hermione over to the bath. "You may have a bath or shower, both if you wish." Hermione went over to the bath and turned on the hot water, letting the warm water fill the bath slowly, "I'll be right back. Make yourself at home, deary." Bellatrix stepped out of the room and allowed Hermione to undress.
Hermione slipped off her girlish panties and unclasped her bra before grabbing a towel and setting it beside the bath. She sighed before climbing into the large bath and slipping herself into the warm water. The girl reached toward the shelf beside the tub and grabbed a bottle of soap and pouring some into the bath, making bubbles raise almost up to Hermione chin. Sinking down into the water so that her nose stuck out so she can breath, she thought of Bellatrix. Bellatrix was so beautiful and perfect. Her curves and face. The way she walked, swaying her hips. Her voice, it was sweet and seductive at times, but also noble and husky at others. Suddenly, she heard the door open and shut, and before she could do anything, Bellatrix was naked, and sitting in the tub with Hermione.
"Bella!" Hermione yelled, startled. "You scared me!" Hermione sat up while Bellatrix started laughing.
"I, Bellatrix Lestrange, is in the bath with you, naked, and you're complaining?" Bellatrix raised an eyebrow and scooted toward Hermione.
Hermione looked down, "Well-um...no...you just scared me." Hermione explained, "Never mind."
Bellatrix grabbed Hermione right arm and pulled her closer, "Good," she said.
Hermione was suddenly very aware with whom she was bathing with. Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemorts right-hand woman. A Death Eater. Basically, sin with legs. It felt good, rebellious. Like sweet poison on Hermione's lips. Hermione sat up right, still letting Bella hold her arm. She couldn't help but look at Bella's naked breasts and her flat stomach. She couldn't see past Bella's ribcage because of the water, but she could imagine. She thought of the night before, how good it felt. How Bellatrix made her feel so good. She wanted more. She wanted it again.
Moving closer to Bellatrix, she slid her hand up Bella's inner thigh and dug her nails into the wet flesh, making Bella moan. "Granger..." she hissed. Hermione continued, she turned to water off quickly before grabbing Bellatrix's waist and pulling the two of them together, making their breasts press together. Bellatrix's legs overlapped Hermione's and settled at the muggleborns hips. Hermione's legs, however, was under the dark witches. Hermione leaned down and kissed Bella's lips, when she pulled away, she bit her lovers bottom lip ever so slightly. Her eyes where sparkling with excitement as she pressed her palm to Bella's core. Even underwater she could feel the slick wetness of Bella's arousal. The Death Eater yelped at the sudden contact and bucked her hips forward.
"You like that, do you?" Hermione felt as if she was overcome with this sudden confidence, speaking to her like that and randomly pleasuring her Bella. "You want more?" Hermione was good at being seductive, Bellatrix gave her that. But Bellatrix didn't like to be dominated. Bellatrix gave her a sly smirk and quickly changed the positions.
She made it so her legs were under Hermione's and Hermione was the prey, "I want to take you, Kitten." She cackled before shoving two fingers inside Hermione unexpectedly.
"Bella!" She screamed as the dark witch pumped her long, slender fingers inside her. Hermione grinded her hips in the rhyme of Bella's thrusts. She could feel her orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach. She was close. So very close. So close to the edge.
Thrust-!
"OH GOD!" Hermione shouted as her orgasm washed over her, her legs shaking. Bellatrix smiled, satisfied that she made the girl come so quickly. Pulling out of the girl, she curled up next to Hermione and whispered into her ear.
"You're welcome..." Her voice was actually sweet when she said it. Hermione whispered a 'Thank you..' and kissed Bella sweetly on the lips. "Let's go to my room, Muddy." With that she grabbed Hermione's arm and disapparated to her room.
Bellatrix went over to her dresser and opened a drawer, "Here, love." Bellatrix muttered, throwing Hermione a pile of clothes. She put them on and exaimed them. A pair of jeans, and a black tank-top. Casual. Bellatrix put on a black dress and walked over to Hermione. "What do you want to do?" Bellatrix asked, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed.
"I don't know, you have a forest outback, lets go into the woods?" Hermione suggested, sitting beside Bella. Bellatrix shrugged.
"Sure, why not." She smiled and kissed Hermione lightly.
