A/N: I dont know much about the police force, but this is a FICTION so let's say Hermione could join just like that and work in a field she wanted.
Other than that, I dont know what to say. I had this idea and decided to write it down. It was supposed to be a one shot, but there will be two chapters. Hope you'll enjoy it. It's something completely else and it's prolly not for everyone so keep that in mind.
Big thanks to my beta because she looks over everything I come up with! 3
Feedback and kudos are greatly appreciated.
"Are you sure about this, Hermione?" Kingsley, her boss asked her as he injected the tracker into her arm.
"There's no one else to do it. No one else knows her," she replied steadily, even though her voice had the tendency to tremble. She was about to catch the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange. Murderess and queen of the underground. Well, not really catch. Infiltrate was more precise.
"You are brave, Hermione Granger," Lupin, her boss' colleague praised her. She wasn't sure if she was brave or stupid. She'd met Bellatrix a couple of times through her schoolmate Draco. Bellatrix was his aunt and Hermione happened to have been to a few barbeques organized by Draco's mother Narcissa which the older woman attended. Usually after she had killed or bribed the whole police department for her to be able to. The woman was cunning, very loyal to her family and deadly.
Oh, and she had trust issues. Major trust issues. Part of the reason why no one was able to bring her down as of yet. A reason why Kingsley's department took over. Hermione wasn't a standard cop; she was a special agent. She had just finished her training, but she felt she was ready for this mission.
"Hermione, you need to be extra careful. She knows something is going on. She doesn't trust easily. She has already killed three of our agents and I don't even know how many cops," Kingsley told her while kneeling in front of her to inject another tracker into her leg, this one deeper than the previous. "You have two trackers; she will know about the one in your arm. I placed it just under your skin so it will be easy to cut it out. We will be counting on the one in your leg."
"Right," she nodded and swallowed. She wasn't qualified for this. She did finish her training, but she was still very young and her A grades and thirst for knowledge wouldn't get her far in the field.
"Memorize my phone number. We are sure she will make you leave your phone as she will think it's bugged," Kingsley instructed.
"Well, it is," Lupin grinned.
"I know your phone number already," she smiled weakly. If their plan worked, she would be alone with the woman with no way of communicating with the rest of her team. Well, she would be sending a heads up through her new phone, but she would have to be lowkey.
She couldn't even have a gun on her. She took a small dagger, but more for comfort than anything else. Bellatrix would probably take it right away.
"Alright," her boss sighed, looking her over one more time. "Go to the party. Our intel told us she will be there. Act naturally, as you would any other day. We will call you around nine and inform you that there should be police intervention. You need to tell her delicately, so you gain her trust. It would be best if she saw you take the phone call. She knows you're working for the police department and she knows how we treat snitches so we will count on her good heart," he laughed. "Are you sure she will take you with her?"
"Positive," Hermione nodded. If she knew anything for sure then it was that Bellatrix had the hots for her. The older woman knew she was a cop, yet she was still alive and breathing. Hermione thought it might have been thanks to the choices she's made. For example, catching Bellatrix snorting coke and not reporting it, not chastising her for it, just turning the blind eye to it. It was her duty to bring her to the police station for doing drugs, but she knew better. The criminal mastermind just smirked then and asked her if she wanted some. Rude, she knows where I work. Hermione thought and replied that even if she wanted (she didn't) she couldn't because they were tested at work on regular bases. Bellatrix purring: "Hmm, next time then, little bird" was still etched deep inside her mind and soul. She hadn't seen the woman for the rest of the night.
"I think we're done here then," Kingsley contemplated. They decided not to give Hermione any kind of microphone because standard cops didn't have those. It would betray Bellatrix's trust right away and might cost Hermione her life. Of course, standard cops didn't have the trackers either, but they came up with a cover story in case the girl needed it. "Just… be careful, Hermione."
She nodded.
The party was enormous as always. It took place at Malfoy Manor, Draco's mom's house, near Bellatrix's own castle. Even though house was the understatement of the century. The mansion was breathtaking, undoubtfully built from Bellatrix's money from drugs and murders. Hermione didn't comment on it anymore, but she was definitely in awe the first time Draco invited her over. Despite their differences, they were very good friends. Hermione helped him to 'get the girl' back in the day and Draco never forgot. That relationship ended after a year, but Draco always said Hermione was the best wingman.
The whole garden was illuminated by torches and lights, making it feel very cozy and warm. She saw her best friend approaching from afar even though it was already dark. "There you are!" Draco exclaimed happily and hugged her. She spilled the drink from the force of their collision.
"Hey, ferret," she smiled and hugged him back. It was her nickname for him, based on his almost silver blonde hair that he inherited from his parents and the fact that he's had a ferret as a pet for a while.
"Having fun?" he smiled at her when he released her from the hug.
"As much as possible at one of your mom's parties," she smiled back.
"Well, don't worry, my aunt should arrive soon," he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Oh my god, stop that!" she laughed.
"You know, I think she's attending these parties only because of you lately," he winked.
"I very much doubt that," Hermione blushed.
"There's the pretty blush!" he grinned. "For real, though. The first question she asked my mom was if you'd be here."
"What?" she gaped. She knew Bellatrix probably fancied her, but basically risking her life only to see her here? That was a little bit too much.
"Hmmm, my mom asked me if you'd attend because she obviously didn't know, and I had to call you. Bella wouldn't give us an answer until we'd had one from you."
"That's… you're making this up to pick on me!" she laughed.
"I swear! Ask my mom," he lifted his hands in an 'I'm innocent' gesture.
"I'd rather not," she murmured. Narcissa Malfoy was not her favorite person to have a conversation with.
"She likes you actually," Draco chipped in. "I like you and so she does too," he nudged her. "But with Bella… well, I'd say that's a different kind of 'like'," he grinned.
"You're impossible!" she burst into laughter. "I'm like… half her age. Even though she looks incredibly good for how old she probably is."
"Incredibly good, hm?" he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Shut up, Draco," she nudged him in his ribs and grabbed some grilled meat from the table.
"Just be careful, Hermione," he turned serious. "I love my aunt, I do. And she's a lot of fun. But I know she might work in something shady, and I don't want you to get hurt."
"I'll be fine considering this is all just in your head," she replied with a smile. If only you knew how shady her work is… "For real though, how old is she?"
"Didn't anyone tell you it's very rude to ask about woman's age, Miss Granger?" Bellatrix whispered in her ear out of nowhere, pressing her slim body to her back. Draco choked on his drink and Hermione felt the hair on her neck standing up.
"It's only rude to ask the woman, but I didn't do that, Madame Lestrange" Hermione breathed out.
"Hmmm, gathering information from third parties then? How very … cop-like of you," she smirked.
"I suppose I can't help it. Work deformation," she murmured and wanted to get away from the close proximity but couldn't because her front was blocked by the table and her back by Bellatrix herself.
"Don't feel trapped, little bird," she cooed and stepped away.
"I wasn't," Hermione lied and turned around to face the woman. Crimson red lips in perfect contrast to her pale face and black curly hair that was descending to her breasts proved to be very distracting. She again wore a leather corset and a long black skirt.
"Sooo I better leave," Draco smirked and moved to walk away from them.
"Oh no, my sweet, I just stopped by for some meat. Cissy recommended it. I'll leave you two to it," she winked at her nephew and then pressed her body to Hermione's again, pushing her backside against the table. Her eyes were focused on Hermione's lips and she was sure the older woman was about to kiss her, but she just licked her lips and then looked next to her to the table where she gathered a plate and fixed herself a plate. Every movement of her hands was registered by Hermione who tried very hard not to blush and to control her breathing. The corset was digging into her skin, Bellatrix's breasts caressing her own. "There, I got everything I needed," she said after her plate was full and she stepped away from a very flustered special agent. "Enjoy your night, pet," she said and walked away from them.
Draco grinned and gave Hermione few minutes to gather herself. His aunt was a force not to be reckoned with. "All in my head, hm?" he smirked.
"Shut up, I'm not even gay," she replied.
"You're gay for my aunt," he shrugged.
It's work. It's just work. This is good for the mission. Hermione tried to convince herself.
Hermione hadn't seen Bellatrix for the rest of the evening, but she felt like someone was watching her the whole time. She didn't know whether it was true or if it was just her paranoia caused by work.
She had a lovely dinner and chatted with Draco. Well, the boy mostly teased her about the gay panic she'd displayed. She tried to convince him, and herself for that matter, that she really was not gay. Draco was having none of it.
"Granger, I've known you for a long time. You hardly ever blush. And you don't get flustered for just anyone. Even if you're not into women, you're into my aunt. I'm telling you."
"I really don't think that's how it works, ferret," she replied as she swallowed the roasted potatoes.
"Why not? You find her attractive, you can't deny that."
"Well, I have eyes, you know," she said matter-of-factly.
Draco laughed at that. "This is highly disturbing because she's my aunt, but I see you wanna shag her," he grinned. "You can go for it by the way. Just as I said, be careful, 'Mione."
"I don't wanna!" she wanted to deny it, but her phone rang. She looked at her apple watch and saw it was already nine. She completely forgot about the time. She picked it up and heard the instructions. It had changed a little. Kingsley was telling her to bring Bellatrix to the station and to shoot her if she refused. There were also police cars on the way to help her catch the criminal. Well, she knew better. She guessed the raven-haired woman had bugged her phone, so they changed the instructions, but expected her to stick to their previous plan. She didn't even have the gun after all. "Draco, I need to leave. And you should too. Take your mom and leave, okay?" she turned serious, and the boy knew she meant business. It wasn't a secret that she was a cop, and it wasn't a secret that these parties usually contained few people that were supposed to be behind bars. His family couldn't be present during the police intervention. "Go!" she shouted when he didn't move. Only after that did the boy finally get up and sprint to probably get his mom.
Hermione scanned the garden but couldn't see Bellatrix anywhere. She unlocked her phone and found her number. The older woman had given it to her some months back, saying 'just in case'. She'd never used it, but she hoped it still worked.
Hermione stood up and went to the exit while sending a slightly cryptic text. "The winds have changed, and a storm is coming. Just don't go hide from it in your own house. The lightening is said to strike there."
She pressed send and breathed out in relief when it was delivered. She hoped the woman would get it, but she was sure that the criminal would understand based on their brief encounters and Bellatrix's pattern of work. Usually only the mildest indication that something was wrong had the woman fleeing the scene.
Bellatrix sat on the green sofa in the living room on the second floor. The place had enormous windows that were reflective from the outside so no one could see she was there, and its position was perfect because it was overlooking the whole garden and the party. She often spent her time here after Hermione walked in on her in the living room on the first floor.
She was stroking her Kneazle that purred on her lap while sipping wine and studying Hermione's every move. The girl intrigued her. She could have just about anyone from her circle of people. They would all bow and beg for her attention, but she didn't want just another criminal. No. Well, she didn't know she didn't want one until she had met her. The girl was intelligent, funny, and loyal. And yet she worked as a cop. She could do much better in Bellatrix's opinion because the black queen had the police department wrapped around her finger. All of them. Well, except Hermione, but she had a boring desk job now.
She wasn't a dirty cop, but she also didn't report her when she very accidentally caught her doing coke. Hermione was supposed to, the criminal knew. Any other cop would have. Well, they would try. She would kill them before they'd made it out of the house.
Hermione didn't do that. She was smart. She didn't want to get credit for catching the infamous black queen and bringing her in to face justice.
She watched her nephew laughing with the girl, watched them eating dinner and chatting. Today was different, though. Hermione didn't drink. Normally she would have a glass or two of Cissy's fine wine, but today she stuck to juice and water. Perhaps she was informed about the upcoming intervention and knew she had to stay sober in order to cuff Bellatrix or to be able to drive away quickly. The older woman bet it was the latter because as she said before, Hermione was smart.
The criminal was almost sad that the party would be interrupted because she enjoyed watching Hermione. Enjoyed studying her. A few more of these and she would make her move. She already knew enough about her and she was enjoying the gay panic she was causing her enormously. She would bed her sooner or later, there was no doubt.
Her minions had gathered enough information about the girl's past. Even the reason why she became a cop and Bellatrix guessed she couldn't blame her for that. Hermione's ex-boyfriend was assaulting her, and no one helped. Once she ran to the cops, but no one believed her accusations considering that Tom was a cop himself. Very respected, very popular.
Bellatrix herself saw the girl with bruises, a black eye, a split lip and worse injuries that weren't visible sitting in front of this fireplace claiming she fell down the stairs, but Draco didn't believe her. He pleaded with his mother to do something because Hermione's boyfriend was beating her up and Cissy offered to provide shelter, but the girl politely refused, knowing the horrors that she would face if she stayed longer than allowed.
It was then when the criminal saw the broken woman and her nephew's eyes filled with worry and despair that she decided this "boyfriend" needed to be erased from the picture and she should take his place. She observed their home, her minions placed bugs inside of it, they bugged their phones and she waited. He was sent on a mission away from home and that's where Bellatrix killed him with no trace leading to her. His death remained a mystery. She couldn't have possibly killed him at home because they would blame Hermione, and no one wanted that. She actually made Cissy throw a party that day and had Draco invite the girl, so she had bulletproof alibi.
Hermione joined the force soon after his funeral because she wanted to make a difference. She wanted the victims to be heard in every case and never dismissed, no matter who their abuser was.
The little bird was very sensitive though and this job was taking a toll on her. She had to deal with victims on a daily basis and she overworked herself very soon. It was again saddening to see her so empty and hollow. She pushed through, though. The fighter that she was. Hermione established a department consisting mostly of women to help her with the agenda and she trained her team to just hear everyone out and check any accusation. Even from men because once the word spread that there was a police department that took the victims seriously, men started to come forward too.
Then Hermione was again transferred to another position, this time at a desk and that's the last information Bellatrix had. She didn't understand this transfer. Hermione joined the force to help, to do precisely what she'd started so she didn't understand why the girl switched positions and it's not like she could just ask.
There was also one intriguing change recently – Hermione got a tracker. Bellatrix couldn't figure out why, but she surely didn't mind because she would know her location. Well, she already knew since she tracked her phone, but trackers were definitely more telling.
Hermione's phone rang and the criminal listened to it through her inserted bug. Oh, so Hermione was supposed to take her down? Maybe even shoot her. Now that was interesting.
She stood up, taking her Kneazle with her and watched how Hermione sent Draco away. So, you either don't want your best friend to watch you murder his aunt or you're fleeing the scene. Her phone beeped a second later with a message from the girl. Bellatrix read it and smiled.
"Well, Puddin', let's go," she said to the giant cat and waltzed from the room. Clearly there were police cars at her house, but she didn't care. She needed to get to her car. They wouldn't catch her. Not in a million years.
She took advantage of the darkness of the night and slipped out the backdoor. Her house was nearby, and she wouldn't use the roads, she would stick to the fields that she also owned and would take cover in the trees. She was dark as a night, but her white furred cat shined far into the distance. Well, that wouldn't do. She changed his fur to black with what little magic she had left with all these technologies and finally made her way to her own home. She saw a black Mercedes leaving the Malfoy's garage, indicating that her sister and nephew left the attendants of the party to their own destiny.
She saw Hermione driving her Opel in the distance and she sighed. You won't make it far, little bird. Your message was cryptic, and you've never used my phone number before, so they don't know just who you warned, but they'll figure it out eventually.
Bellatrix could hear the police cars and saw the lights but paid no mind to it. They headed in the direction of Cissy's house. As she was walking closer to her mansion, the cat started to wriggle and wanted to be put down. "Don't even start, you little shit," she hissed threateningly, and he gave her a look, but stilled his movements.
There were three cars parked around her house, but Bellatrix just chuckled and opened a wooden door on the ground a few hundred feet opposite her house that led to the tunnels. The police were absolutely oblivious to her underground tunnel system. The tunnels were wide and tall enough to fit a car and that was exactly where she was heading. She had a black and white Ford Fiesta parked bellow her garage with a changing car plate. Magic had died over the last few decades, but she still had some and she used it wisely. She would use the black Ford now as it was still very dark outside.
Bellatrix placed Puddin' on the back seat and jumped into the driver seat. She hated this cheap car, but it was the best option when trying to flee. She opened the glove box and pulled out her cap. She tamed her hair and put the cap on. Road cameras were no danger anymore.
She started the car and looked for Hermione's direction. There were four exits from the tunnels, all miles away from her home so she wanted to know which one she would need to take. She also dialed her number.
"Uhm, hello?" Hermione said uncertainly after picking up on the second ring.
"You know, you shouldn't be talking while driving a car, my dear," she purred.
"Bellatrix?" she asked quietly. "Oh shit," she gasped. "I mean, hello mom."
That had the criminal cackling. "Oh pet, this call is untrackable. I have my own satellites."
"Oh," Hermione only said.
"Stop your car and wait for me."
"W-what?"
"You heard me. You saved me, my sweet. I am repaying the favor. Or do you think they won't go after you because you encrypted the message so well?" she chuckled.
"I didn't really think to be honest," she breathed out.
"Hmmm, will you stop moving already?" she asked after checking the tracker and seeing Hermione was still on the road.
"I suppose I don't want to know how you know I haven't stopped the car yet, do I?"
"Actually, now that you mentioned it. There's a tracker in your arm and I need you to cut it out. Do that for me, will you?"
"Stop the car and cut it out. Got it."
"Good girl," Bellatrix purred just as she was approaching the exit of the tunnel. She would be at Hermione's location in ten minutes. If the girl stopped the car, that is.
Hermione parked on the side of the road and fished out her dagger. She didn't think she would actually get to use it today, but here she was. She braced herself and cut her arm in the place where she knew the tracker was. She silently thanked Kingsley for placing it right under her skin. She pulled the bloodied device out of her arm and observed it. Then she stepped out of the car to wait for the criminal. It probably wasn't the wisest thing to do in her situation, but unlike Bellatrix, Hermione knew there were no cops after her. This was all part of the plan.
Her pulse quickened just from the thought of the older woman. Bellatrix had such a unique aura. It was probably that which pulled her in. She was thinking about the woman more than she should be and she lied to herself that it was all only because of the job. But the truth was that she was thinking about her even before she got assigned to this mission.
Bellatrix was uncatchable. It was like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.
It was no wonder Kingsley approached her one day after Draco visited her at work and offered her to work on this case. Kingsley knew that Draco was Bellatrix's nephew, so he asked Hermione how she knew him. She briefly told him that Draco was there when no one else was and that she'd met his mother a couple of times too.
The detective then asked if she'd ever met this woman, Bellatrix. And he showed her a picture. "Yes, yes I have. She's sometimes present at Narcissa's barbeques," she replied truthfully. She didn't know anything about her back then. Only that she was mesmerizing. And that's how she got assigned to the mission. That's how from a standard head of department focusing on domestic violence she got transferred to a special agent in a matter of weeks. Of course, she had to have a cover up job because they all knew Bellatrix's fingers within the police were very long and prodding.
And that's how she found herself here today with sweaty palms, a small cut in her forearm and a quickened pulse. She knew everything about Bellatrix now. Well, she knew what the records knew of her.
A black Ford Fiesta pulled to a stop right behind her car and Hermione raised her eyebrows. Bellatrix stepped out from the driver seat, wearing the same clothes as before, only now accompanied by a black cap. "Well, hello, little bird," she cooed.
"Hi," Hermione smiled nervously. "That's an interesting choice of a car," she eyed the Ford.
"Were you expecting a Bugatti?" Bellatrix smirked while closing the distance between them. "Or perhaps a Rolls Royce?"
"Something like that," the girl nodded, swallowing at having the woman so close to her again.
"Right, because those are very common and hard to track," she winked.
"Right. That was stupid of me."
"You'll learn," Bellatrix smiled.
"Got the tracker out," Hermione said and showed the other woman the small device. Bellatrix looked her over then, from head to toe, focusing a little longer on her leg before lifting her head again to look into hazelnut orbs.
"Any other devices I should know about?" she asked while looking deeply into her eyes. Hermione started to tremble.
"Ehm, one in my leg," she breathed out. Stupid stupid stupid!
"Hmmm, we should get that one out too, shouldn't we?" she purred while kneeling slowly in front of her, maintaining eye contact while long pale arms slid down her sides and her legs. Hermione had to bite at her tongue to hold back a moan.
Bellatrix fished out a dagger from her skirt and cut the pants up to her knee to access Hermione's skin. She swallowed in terror because she knew there was no way she'd survive had Bellatrix decided to kill her with that dagger and she swallowed because this whole scene was disturbingly arousing.
"Now, this will hurt, little bird," Bellatrix purred and kissed the skin right above the hem of her jeans, bellow the hem of her shirt.
Hermione nodded and closed her eyes. She could withstand a little pain. She didn't question how the older woman knew just exactly where the tracker was, but she was relieved she blurted out she had it. Clearly Bellatrix knew about it and tested her this way.
"Eyes open and focused on me," the criminal instructed. "Or on something else that's caught your attention," she continued, cutting the skin. "When you have your eyes closed, you intensify the sensation, or in this case, the pain. And we don't want you to suffer more than necessary, do we?"
"N-no," the special agent replied, eyes fixed on Bellatrix.
"Thought so," she smirked and pulled the device out on the tip of her knife. She knew it was there, her magic reacted to any kind of technology, making her a living detector. "Done," she said and kissed the same spot as previously and Hermione tried very hard not to react to it.
"How did you take it out like that? It's a very small cut and –"
"Magnetic tip," she lied. She used magic of course, having no intention of cutting half of Hermione's leg to get the bastard out of it.
"Oh, that's… thank you," the girl blushed.
"Now," Bellatrix stood up way faster than Hermione would have anticipated. "Leave both of those in the car. We could find a deer and place it on the animal to lead them astray, but first of all, there's no time for games and second of all, they would probably kill it when they found out."
"Okay," Hermione nodded and placed them on the driver's seat. At least Kingsley would know she doesn't have either of the trackers anymore.
"Put your phone in there as well. It's all bugged. Honestly, it's rather funny how pathetic protection the police force has. And add your watch to the mix. Maybe even your airpods if you have those. One can't be sure enough these days."
"I need my phone, though," she tried to argue while unbuckling the wrist band of her watch.
"No, you need to stay alive. I'll buy you a new one."
"Right, I should probably take some money out of my bank and –"
"No, all you need to do now is to sit on the passenger seat and hope for the best. Hermione, they will come after you. You helped a pretty famous criminal escape. They won't be nice about it."
"I will need some things, though. We need to –"
"Just get in the car, will you? I'll take care of the rest," Bellatrix said matter-of-factly. "Where is your gun?" she asked.
"In the car," Hermione replied.
"Good, leave it there. Any other weapons? I didn't feel it when I ran my hands over you, but what do I know," she smirked.
"A dagger," she replied with a blush. "I cut the tracker out with it."
"Show me," the older woman demanded so Hermione handed it over reluctantly. "Lovely, keep that one close," she said and handed it back. "Now get in the car."
The special agent did as she was told and once Bellatrix started the car, she had to ask. "Why did you hand me the dagger back? I might very well hurt you."
The older woman cackled. "Oh pet, don't be ridiculous. If you wanted to hurt me, you wouldn't have warned me about your police friends."
"Maybe I'll have a change of heart," she shrugged.
"Okay, I'll wait for that," Bellatrix winked. "There's some disinfectant in the glove box, use it on your wounds. And hand me the apple please."
Hermione found both and gave the driver the desired apple. She lowkey thought it was a weapon or maybe it was even poisoned and Bellatrix would force her to eat it, but all these thoughts were chased away when the woman in question took a generous bite of the apple herself. Hermione gaped at her, forgetting she was supposed to take care of her wounds.
"What?" the criminal asked her when she swallowed the bite. "I'm hungry," she said before biting another piece. "Want some?" she asked with her mouth full.
Hermione shook her head, still somewhat in shock. Everything finally registered with her. She had no tracker, she had no phone, she had no idea where they were going. She could only watch Bellatrix eat and try not to show her nervousness.
"Pet, you're making me nervous, you know. Stop gaping at me. And clean those bloody cuts."
"Right, sorry. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I know it's hard not to look at me," she smirked. "It just makes me nervous when you're gaping."
"I wasn't gaping," Hermione murmured.
"You were and it's adorable. Will you clean the wounds or do I have to stop the car and do it myself?" Bellatrix huffed.
"No, no I'll do it," she answered and started to do so, even though a very juicy thought of Bellatrix cleaning the wounds for her crossed her mind. "Where are we going?"
"To my jet," the older woman replied matter-of-factly.
"And then?"
"Wherever you want."
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