A/N: I have only written femslash once before and there was no sexual content in that story. This has some sexual content, but isn't full on smut. I am all smutted out for the time being. Hope you enjoy! xx

Prompts Day 10:

—"Can't I just have you for Christmas and we'll call it square?"

—Christmas stockings and holly

—"If you throw that snowball, that means war!"

Bellatrix Lestrange x Hermione Granger

Hermione had been stuck inside Lestrange Manor since April. Thankfully, after the final battle was over and Voldemort reigned victorious, Hermione was allowed out of the dungeons and into her own quarters. She was still closely watched of course but felt she was in no sort of immediate danger.

She assumed that Voldemort wanted her mind to try and defeat what was left of the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army, but he had yet to come calling. She hadn't heard through the grapevine that either side had instigated an attack, but she assumed it couldn't be far off. Seven months was plenty of time to plan to overthrow the temporary government Lord Voldemort, and his cronies had constructed.

Hermione had free reign of the house, callers occasionally coming to dine at the house or just to stop in for a drink. They didn't explicitly come for her, because she was still considered 'a filthy mudblood', but several had realized she was quite intelligent and enjoyed the intellectual and stimulation conversations. One person she was surprised she had come to enjoy the company of was Bellatrix Lestrange.

She was never too far away as it was her home and it was also the location of Lord Voldemort's Headquarters. Hermione had come to quite enjoy spending time with her, despite her unstableness. Their arguments made her ears ring, and her heart beat a little faster.

Knowing that it was unwise of her to become close to the witch, Hermione couldn't help but find her way to the library to research captive situations. Was it unusual that she was developing these feelings?

She headed toward the back of the library in search of various texts that could help her decipher the situation. It was ice cold in the library due to an open window. As she moved to close it, she heard shouting and took a peek outside. There were several of the younger Death Eaters having a snowball fight.

"If you throw that snowball, that means war!" she heard Draco Malfoy shout.

She shut the window before she heard the reply, but she assumed they would all come traipsing back in within the hour, covered in snow and demanding hot chocolate from the house elves. She rolled her eyes at the childish behavior and turned back to the bookshelf labeled 'Medical conditions'. Finding a book on various syndromes, Hermione took a seat nearest to the fireplace, thumbing her way through the book.

She stopped and frowned when she stumbled across Stockholm Syndrome. Her frown deepened. This couldn't be her. She slammed the book closed. No, it definitely wasn't her.

"Better treat the books better, my little mudblood," a voice said, and Hermione jumped and turned toward the sound.

"I'm-I'm sorry," Hermione stuttered. She had been taken by surprise thinking she had been alone. "How long have you been in here?"

"Since you peered out the window," Bellatrix replied shortly, not providing any further explanation. Hermione watched as the witch moved closer, gazing at the fireplace where Christmas stockings hung and holly decorated the mantle.

"I got you a present for Christmas," Hermione said quietly. "Do you want it now so its not in front of everyone tomorrow?"

"I didn't think to get you anything," the witch said, taking the seat opposite Hermione. Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise when the witch rid herself of her shoes and wiggled her toes in front of the fire.

"That's okay. I didn't expect to receive any gifts." And then Hermione, found her Gryffindor courage and blurted out, "Can't I just have you for Christmas and we'll call it square?"

Hermione swallowed as she watched for the older witch's reaction. Expecting a sneer and a manic laugh, Hermione sighed in relief when Bellatrix raised her hand and motioned her over with her finger.

Hermione jumped out of her seat and tried to hide it by smoothing down non-existent wrinkles in her skirt. During her time in the Lestrange household, she hadn't been allowed to wear anything but dresses and skirts. Narcissa Malfoy assured her it was proper and had cast all of her muggle items into the fire.

She slowly made her way over to the witch lounging in the chair. Hermione was nervous. She had never been with anyone, man or woman. She had read about the act of sexual intercourse, but despite what she initially believed, not everything can be learned from a book.

Bellatrix patted her lap, and Hermione sat down carefully. Bellatrix moved and caught her off guard, and she fell headfirst into the witch's chest, her hands grasping her hips.

"Eager, are we mudblood?" Bellatrix cackled as Hermione sat upright and blushed.

Bellatrix began unbuttoning her blouse, and Hermione swallowed when her large breasts came into view.

"Wow," Hermione whispered, and reached out to them. Realizing she didn't have permission to touch, she quickly brought her hands back.

Bellatrix roughly grabbed Hermione's retreating hands and placed them on her breasts. As Hermione explored the soft flesh and hardening nipples, Bellatrix ripped Hermione's blouse down the middle, disregarding the buttons.

Wasting no time, Bellatrix grabbed onto the young girls' hips and pulled them to the ground. Bellatrix latched her mouth onto Hermione's shoving her tongue relentlessly into her mouth. Hermione groaned at the roughness and screamed as Bellatrix pinched her sensitive nipples.

Hermione gasped for air as Bellatrix bit and nipped at her flesh, making her way down her body, her breasts brushing against Hermione's exposed skin.

"No turning back now, mudblood," Bellatrix rasped, as she pushed her head beneath Hermione's skirt.

Hermione smiled and moaned as Bellatrix latched onto her clit, feeling pleasure like she never had before. Some might think this was Stockholm Syndrome, but Hermione was getting exactly what she wanted. And she wanted it again and again, for the rest of her life.

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