Warning incestuous interaction at beginning of the chapter. Skip first part if you don't want to read it.
Hermione knocked then entered without waiting for a response. Stepping into the dark chambers she accidentally bumped into a side table, catching the ugly vase that wobbled dangerously near the edge.
Glancing around the empty recieving room Hermione unwisely flung the doors of the bedroom wide open. "Fuck I'm sorry". Her jaw dropped, her eyes widened she couldn't find it in herself to walk away from the erotic scene before her. Her aunt showed no embarrassment or shame quite the opposite. Leaving her legs wide open for Hermione's enjoyment, her full naked breasts heaving in pleasure. Intense blue eyes met grey. Hermione could feel moisture pooling between her legs.
"What's wrong darling? It's a natural thing for a lady to do" Narcissa coolly replied, running her hands up her bare thighs brushing her soaking centre, biting her bottom lip. "Naughty little girls shouldn't barge into their aunties chambers without waiting for an answer". Dipping two fingers inside her hot core keeping her eyes locked on to her nieces as she picked up pace, her fingers sliding in and out with undeniable ease adding a third finger. Her breathing erratic.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat her chest tightening at the wonderful squelching sound emitting from her aunt's pussy as her fingers sped up pace.
Narcissa moaned, her pleasure building her legs shaking, her thumb circling her throbbing clit, her breasts bouncing as she bucked her hip against her fingers till she threw her head back and whimpered her release.
"Come here Hermione" Narcissa huskily demanded, crooking her finger.
Hermione stiffly approached her stunning aunt her eyes never leaving the toned body. Narcissa gracefully stood advancing upon Hermione with fire blazing in her blue orbs. The moment the girl was in reach the blonde cupped Hermione's chin in her clean hand forcing her head up, placing her wet dirty fingers in between Hermione's lips.
Despite her mind reeling at the repulsion of the act she licked the proffered fingers enjoying the taste of her aunt's sweet musky nectar.
"What do we say?" a slight mocking to her tone.
Hermione chewed the inside of her cheek unsure how to proceed. What does one say after doing such a depraved act that it was arousing and I want more. Her still very naked aunt was expecting an answer. What do I say after recieving something?. "Thank you".
"Good girl". She placed a soft kiss to Hermione's mouth, stepping away she disappeared into her walk in closest. "Now what did you need me for?" Narcissa called over her shoulder to found her room empty.
Her mind was spinning out of control unable to process what she witnessed, part of her was horrified, sickened to the stomach that she stood unabashedly staring at her aunt's private moment. Hermione ran, her robes flapping like wings behind her through the halls of Malfoy manor putting as much distance between her and the blonde exhibitionist as humanly possible.
Glancing fretfully down the hall on the third floor, coast clear Hermione ducked into the library. Keeping hidden in the shadows she swiftly made her way to the back of the room in between the last tall shelves, slumping to the floor in defeat, curling her legs into her chest.
This time last year if someone told her that she would be living with death eaters in Malfoy manor she would have sent them packing into St Mungos, laughing all the while at the ludicrous thought. Here she was trapped in a nightmare one she couldn't wake from, where every turn she was met with immoral, foul degenerates that believed their very existence was worth more than those of lesser class. Her parents, her aunt and uncles happen to be just as ruthless and vicious as their fellow brethren, rejoicing in the soul destroying pandemonium that surrounded them daily.
Frustrated tears sprang forth further depressing Hermione. She used to believe herself strong, she never believed crying was the answer it made you weak and she hated feeling weak and fragile. In the last two months since finding out her entire life was a lie she had allowed the pity to take hold and crying in dark corners from prying eyes. Before her life turned itself inside out and upside down she would speak to her muggle mother whenever she felt angry, sad, frustrated or just to talk about mundane things and Anne Granger would sit with her a glass of hot cocoa in their hands and silently listen to Hermione and pull her into a motherly embrace after she would always say "you are strong and whatever happens I shall always be here if you need me".
"But you're not you left me here alone!" Hermione angrily shouted into her arms, her tears splashing on to her skin.
A flash of green eyes invaded her mind taunting her mercilessly. Harry was another person who listened when she was depressed or upset and his kind mannered ways would calm her down as he awkwardly patted her on the back as she clung to him. Her bespectacled friend was the first person that accepted her for being a nerdy bookworm and while he teased her about her studious ways he would also be the first to jump in her defence wand ready to take out the bully. His hatred hurt her the most of all.
"What.. you.. doing?" A voice childishly sang, poking a finger in her ribs.
Hermione growled flinching back from the finger, she met the concerned eyes of her uncle Rabastan his hands up in surrender, a goofy grin on his face made her relax slightly.
"What day is it?".
Rabastan was crouched on the balls of his feet. "Saturday" he slowly replied as if she was dim witted.
Saturday it's hogsmeade weekend.. Hermione slyly grinned rising from the floor with ease, her eyes never leaving Rabastan's unwavering dark ones. "Are you free now? I need to go somewhere it be our little secret" she whispered conspicuously.
He bounced up to his full height in excitement. "Where to my little lamb?". Hermione felt safe with the younger Lestrange brother, he was juvenile in his maturity easily manipulated.
"Hogsmeade".
Rabastan dressed in disguise, gone was his long scraggy hair replaced by short cropped blonde, his grey eyes now a haunting green. Hermione had her hood pulled securely over her head to hide her identity till she managed to find her friend.
"Ooh I have missed this place" her uncle sadly sighed, a deep longing present on his features, his gaze flickering over the different little shops. Feeling slightly bad for the overgrown kid wizard she handed him a pouch of coins. "Don't get caught but go have fun and do behave" she scowled mimicking Molly Weasley, her hands on her hips.
Alone to manoeuvre around the crowded village in search for the boy saviour wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. Time was quickly slipping by and soon Narcissa and her mother would realise she was no where to be found if they haven't already.
Ducking her head in time just as the tall scottish professor, her former head of house was standing by the shady trees in the middle of the square watching intensely over her charges. Hermione skirted around her, keeping her back to the stern witch she collided straight into an invisible solid form.
"Ouch watch it". The familiar voice groaned, Hermione yanked the invisibility cloak away to reveal a shocked Harry Potter, his green eyes watering.
"We need to talk please" Hermione tried to smile but the frown on the boys face made her change her mind.
The boy saviour shot back unfortunately colliding into professor McGonagall and Snape who Hermione didn't notice before now. "Did he send you? Does he really think I would go anywhere with you" he hysterically shrieked, attracting attention from shoppers and students stopping them in their tracks as their chosen one pulled his wand upon the hooded figure.
Ripping the hood away Hermione flexed her fingers, reigning in her anger. Why did I think he would listen to anything I had to say. All he can see is I'm Bellatrix's daughter. Her grey eyes misting up, bringing her wand from her sleeve, aiming in to the ground. "I have only came to speak with you Harry as your friend".
"You are no friend of Harry's. You are just a filthy death eaters whore daughter" Ron rushed up to Harry's side his wand appearing.
"Need to go Hermione I have a feeling they..." Rabastan suddenly reappeared, confused at the stand off. Shrinking back to stand behind his niece suddenly feeling to exposed as he grabbed his bag of goodies.
"Do you really think just because I found out I'm the daughter of Bellatrix that I would betray you?. My first friend someone who accepted me for me".
"Course you will you know we can't stand you and only had you as a friend cause we pitied you" Ron spitefully shouted.
Hermione ignored the infantile redhead focusing on Harry. "Every time you needed me I was there, every time we ran head long into danger I was right by your side". She stepped closer, fury burning through her eyes "every time Ronald threw a hissy fit and left you I was there to pick up the pieces, every time you had a shared vision with him I was there to help you through it and every time you whined about homework I did it for you. But every time I needed you, you chose Ronald or some other dunderheaded fool over me. Don't you think if I had betrayed you and your pet the dark lord would of been here by now victorious after all Harry Potter I know everything about you".
Hermione had just noticed Rabastan standing menacingly with his wand trained on both the professors, clutching their wands in his other hand, stopping them from intervening.
"I am Hermione Lestrange but I also happened to be the Hermione that did anything for you Harry. The girl that would rather study or read a book after all knowledge is everything. I would never betray you like I have been" Hermione sadly shook her head in disappointment, sheathing her wand back into her arm holster. "Give them back their wands Rab time to go home" Hermione called out to her uncle.
"Wait!" Ginny timidly stepped towards Hermione, "Come back with us and we can forget all this. It doesn't matter to me if Bellatrix is your mother you are still Hermione and without you we will never win". Placing a hand out to her.
"I wish I could but she is my mother and I can't just forget her just like I can not forget how your family welcomed me with open arms and treated me like a daughter. I will never betray you but I won't betray my family either" Hermione gasped out, tears slipping down her cheek.
Cracks of apparition sounded all around them. Rabastan grabbed her by the arm "we have to go now" the urgency in his voice made him seem vulnerable.
"Just remember I am still me and I will never allow him to win" Hermione and Rabastan disapparated away just as aurors descended on the group.