Sorry this took so long guys. I've had a lot to do with school and what not. I hope you like this chapter it took me like 5 days to write it haha.
Bellatrix pulled Hermione into the bedroom and sat her down on the bed. She leaned in to kiss her but Hermione pushed her away.
Bella looked puzzled. "What is it?" she asked.
"If you really want me to forgive you…" she trailed off and paused for a moment before finishing. "…then you have to let it be your turn."
Bellatrix smirked. She did not usually like being dominated, but she did want to know what Hermione was like as the one in charge. She took a step back and did a little turn to show herself off. "Well, here I am." she said, still smirking.
A huge grin spread across Hermione's lips. She eagerly pounced at Bellatrix, pinning her against the wall. She held her wrists together above her head and kissed the older witch passionately, entangling her fingers in Bella's hair.
Bellatrix smirked and pulled away for a moment. "You're rougher than I thought you'd be," she was clearly pleased.
Hermione was excited that she was already doing so well. She snuck her hand up Bellatrix's skirt and ran her hand along the inside of her thigh in a slow snake-like motion.
The raven-haired witch couldn't help but to let out a small squeak of pleasure. Hermione's hands now found Bellatrix's corset laces and she began untying them carefully. The clothing dropped to the floor and Hermione pushed Bellatrix onto the bed.
She climbed on top of her and kissed her, biting her lower lip as she pulled away. The young witch could see that Bellatrix was already extremely aroused and she lowered her head and blew cool air onto the other witch's practically dripping core. Bellatrix shivered under her lover's touch.
"You must have done this before." Bellatrix breathed.
Hermione grinned and shook her head.
"Holy shit…" Bellatrix trailed off when Hermione took her clit into her mouth. She let her tongue play around with it before biting down on it rather hard. Bellatrix let out a scream of both pain and pleasure. Hermione didn't know what had come over her. This wasn't like her at all… or was it? Maybe she didn't really know herself as well as she thought she did.
She pushed those thoughts away and focused on the gorgeous witch that lay beneath her. She decided she was just going to go all out, so without even the slightest warning, Hermione shoved three fingers into Bellatrix, earning her a loud moan of approval. She maneuvered her fingers and her tongue in such a way that Bellatrix was already nearing her climax. She wanted to hold off though… wanted to let Hermione keep working her. The only person who had ever made her feel this fantastic was her sister. Was it really possible that a young Gryffindor, let alone a mudblood, could give her the same amount of pleasure?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of Hermione's lips meeting her neck. She bit and licked at the older witch's neck until she drew blood... blood that she wiped up with her finger and spread on Bellatrix's lips. She then pulled her into a passionate kiss, still thrusting her fingers in and out.
That was the last straw for Bellatrix. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her climax built inside her until she finally exploded, and screaming Hermione's name. Her real name, not Granger, not Muddy, but Hermione. Bellatrix's orgasm shook her entire body. Hermione could feel her walls contracting around her fingers as she continued to maneuver her fingers, drawing out her lover's climax. She then promptly removed her fingers and licked each of them clean.
She climbed on top of the breathless witch and kissed her once again. Bellatrix smiled, tasting herself on Hermione's lips.
Hermione tangled her fingers in the other woman's hair and continued to kiss her as Bellatrix opened her eyes.
"Wait!" Bellatrix cried out suddenly, grabbing Hermione's left arm. She pointed at the partially healed cuts that ran across the girl's arm. She looked up at Hermione. "Did you do this to yourself?" she asked.
Hermione shied away, ashamed that Bellatrix had noticed. "Yes…" it was almost a whisper.
"Why would you do that!?" she cried, gripping Hermione's arm even tighter.
Tears began to well up in Hermione's eyes, but she tried to hold them back. Bellatrix seemed angry. The young Gryffindor looked up at the dark-haired witch with sorry eyes and instantly Bellatrix knew.
"Because of me?" she asked, suddenly quieter.
Hermione nodded as she fought back the tears.
Bellatrix winced when a twinge of guilt jabbed at the pit of her stomach. She turned away so that Hermione would not see her face. "Snap out of it!" the dark witch thought fiercely. She wanted to slap herself in the face. "Isn't this what you wanted? Didn't you want her to suffer? Isn't this all supposed to be a game of torture?"
The only person she ever had true feelings for was her younger sister, Narcissa… and Bellatrix was clearly a woman of no remorse, but there was just something about Hermione that made Bellatrix want to hug her.
"Hugging?! My God pull yourself together!" she thought angrily, trying to reclaim her daunting stance over the younger girl, but then, to both Hermione and Bellatrix's surprise, the older witch wrapped her arms around Hermione and pulled her into a hug. She could no longer deny that she felt guilty for putting young Hermione through all this. She hadn't even meant to miss their date at the Three Broomsticks.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione" she whispered truthfully. The statement was a surprise to both of them. It was the first time in Bellatrix's life that she apologized to anyone besides Narcissa and her master, Lord Voldemort. The craziest part of all though was that she meant it. Hermione couldn't hold back her tears any longer. The fact that Bellatrix had just sincerely apologized to her was proof enough that she cared.
All of a sudden, all of Hermione's emotions started pouring out of her and she began sobbing loudly. "I'm sorry," Bellatrix repeated as she lightly stroked the younger witch's hair. She pulled Hermione in closer and let her rest her head on her chest.
Words were no longer needed. The two of them just sat there on the bed holding each other while Hermione sobbed into Bella's chest. It was then that Bellatrix decided she was going to treat Hermione differently. The lack of purity in her blood didn't even matter anymore. Resisting would only make things worse. Bellatrix continued to stroke Hermione's hair until they both drifted off to sleep…