WARNING

Mentions of Religion, I have tried to be as respectful as possible and have no intention of hurting anyone.

Please let me know if something is wrong and hurts someone's feelings. I will try to correct it.

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Hermione gasped as she correctly looked at the Dark Lord for the first time; with all Harry had told her about him and all the stories she had heard, she had expected a snake faced man, a monster made flesh.

But casually sitting on the armchair, watching them with intelligent blue eyes, was a middle-aged fit man with dark hair and chiselled aristocratic features. He was watching them keenly, without a hint of emotion on his face.

Bellatrix bowed low. "My Lord"

Hermione followed her Alpha's lead bowing too. The magic saturating the air around the man was highly potent, making her hair stand on its ends. How can anyone even think of opposing the sheer power radiating from the man? It made Hermione want to fall on her knees and beg for mercy.

"Rise, I see the mating was successful. A compliment to your Omega for being able to take the knot so quickly. I had expected to wait at least a week before you managed to force it in", A rich cultured voice said.

"Yes, my Lord, Indeed I am honoured at the blessings magics have gifted me with", Bellatrix said proudly before gesturing Hermione forward and wrapping a hand around her waist; her Alpha's presence soothed her, and she lifted her head as she met the gaze of the most powerful Dark Lord in history.

"This is Hermione Granger now Black, my lord", Bellatrix introduced her. Pumping out soothing hormones, her fingers rubbing circles on her hip, calming her.

Hermione dropped her gaze, bowing her head slightly. "My Lord ", she said, drawing strength from her Alpha's presence.

She could feel the man's gaze on her, assessing her. "One can never know the game Fate plays, mating you to Potter's most trusted."

Bellatrix bristled her Alpha, not liking The Dark Lords' tone. "She is mine now, My Lord and will be an asset for us."

The Dark Lord stood and moved closer to her; she shuddered as his aura passed over her, dark and captivating, "an Asset she would be, for whom it remains to be seen."

Hermione's breath hitched as fear coursed through her. Would he kill her? She did not know what to do; a day ago, she would have staunchly stood against the Dark Lord, but now freshly mated, she could not even contemplate not being at her Alpha's side forget opposing her in any way.

"I will stand by my Alpha, my Lord; my place is by her side", Hermione said, a noticeable tremble in her voice. As she kept her head bowed, incredibly aware that this man could crush her with nought but a word.

"I am not a fool to come between mates, especially not ones decreed by magic herself, I will support this union as magic has told us, and I hope for your Alpha's sake that you will not desecrate such a sacred joining with betrayal", The Dark lord warned, threat clear in his voice.

That was one thing she could agree to no matter the outcome of the war or the side she might support in her heart; she would never do anything that might cause her Alpha harm, physical or emotional; she met the surprisingly intelligent gaze of The Dark Lord firmly, letting him read her intentions, as felt his legilimency intrusion.

The Dark Lord nodded, satisfied "your Cousin Sirius Fell through the veil during the battle and as the only Alpha of the Black line left, the Lordship of the House of Black now falls to you; I wish for you to claim it officially, the Black votes will be needed for our plans."

Bellatrix stiffed. Her mind was racing. Sirius was dead. How? "As you wish, my Lord, I cannot vote the seats unless the ministry clears me; I am a convicted criminal."

The Dark Lord smiled sharply. "And this is to wear your surprising mating plays in our favour, your mate is still a student of Hogwarts, the ministry now recognises your authority in all manners cornering you Omega, and while she can just give her NEWTs and not return to Hogwarts, I would prefer her to go as this provides us with a unique opportunity, your mate will write a letter to headmaster saying how at having a muggle-born as your mate you have decided to change your ways and want a second chance she will beg Dumbledore to allow you in the castle, to help free you from the darks influence. Your mate rights cannot deny you access to your Omega. You will go and ask for his help. The old fool will believe it in how the power of love changes someone and push for your clearance. We can easily get you cleared between the dark votes and Albus's light ones."

"Your brilliance, as usual, shines through, my lord", Bellatrix said in awe, and excitement coursed through at the thought of freely roaming the wizardry world.

The Dark Lord waved his hand casually "with your access to the castle, we can push many of our plans forward. Now that the failure of Lucious had led me to know to show myself in the open, it would be crucial to establish as much control as we can"

Bellatrix's brain moved through various possibilities of what plans these could be; she did not like the fact that her mate was being used in such a way, but she could not do anything about it; quickly, she realised she would have to get used to this, both the Order and the Death Eaters will try to get information from her mate, she would have to be extremely careful in making sure she did not accidentally harm her mate and make sure she knew the importance of keeping certain things to herself no matter who they might break, Hermione was her first and only priority.

It's funny how alliances can change in a single moment; while she followed her Lord wholeheartedly and believed in the cause and would kill anyone for it, she also knew in her bones, that she would protect her mate against anyone, even her Lord if it came to it. That realisation shook the very foundations of her being.

"Does your mate know the true nature of this war, or is she believes the propaganda of the light", Her Lord's voice cut through her panicking thoughts; she shook her head in shame ."I am afraid we have been…occupied for these discussions" Her lord looked at her disapprovingly, making her hang her head in shame.

"I hope you will correct this oversight immediately. While I will not make your mate choose a side, I fully expect her to know the truth behind things and be discrete in her future dealings with people who wish to destroy us, and remain neutral at the very least." He said, looking at Hermione, who nodded at the surprising offer. Truth be told, she was highly curious about what was going on behind the scenes and welcomed the opportunity to know more.

"I will do this at once, my Lord", Bellatrix said, bowing deeply. "By your Leave," Bellatrix asked, still bending, and the Dark lord nodded. And Bellatrix moved back, turning and making her way out of the room, gesturing at Hermione to follow her.

As Hermione left, she looked back at the Dark Lord, his gaze not leaving Hermione's, and she swore for a second his eyes flashed red.

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Hermione followed her Alpha as she led her through the grand halls of Malfoy Manor. The wealthy on display was ostentatious, solid gold figures, glittering white marble, and crystal chandeliers; nothing was subpar.

Bellatrix led her to the room of her dreams, a large room filled with walls upon walls of books, a cluster of armchairs were strategically placed around the room, perfect for curling up and reading, and there was even a large table in the middle, for a more serious read. She could feel the magic emitting from the books. They were ancient. Hermione was pretty sure she was drooling.

"The Black library is even larger, love," Bellatrix said, chuckling in amusement at the awe written on her Mate's face.

Hermione wheeled around to face the amused face of her alpha. "What? And you haven't taken me there yet! How could you?" Hermione asked, scandalised. Thinking of all the time, she could have spent reading.

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow before slowly pressing Hermione to a shelf; Hermione's breath hitched at the predatory look in her mate's eyes. Bellatrix leaned forward, planting wet kisses on her neck, nibbling slightly, making Hermione moan.

"So, You did not want me fuck you as I did?" Hermione shook her head frantically, her mind short-circuiting at her mate's closeness, and as fast as the presence had come, it disappeared, making her whine in disappointment.

"Later, after you healed from our latest round of debauchery ", Bellatrix promised and kissed her once more before moving away to sit on one of the many armchairs in the library.

She opened her arms and spread her legs; taking the hint, Hermione happily settled on her Alpha's lap, a purr escaping her as her Alpha wrapped her arms around her holding her close.

"What I am about to tell you is what I swear is the truth", Bellatrix said seriously, and the Hermione shifted, turning to look her mate in the eyes; she placed her hand gently on Bellatrix's cheek, pressing their lips together in a light kiss "I will always believe what you say to me", Hermione said, "It might just be my Omega, but I trust you with everything I am."

Bellatrix's eyes were shining as she looked at her, complete adoration on her face. "I trust you too, my Omega."

They kissed for a while, just basking in each other's presence. Their mouths moving against each other. Her Omega wanted to push for more, but Hermione was aware enough to give her cunt enough time to heal, it would be counterproductive, and as much as she did not care, she knew that her Alpha cared and would stop her.

So she stopped the kiss and placed her head against Bellatrix's shoulder, her Omega sighing in happiness and contentment.

"I have been wondering ", Hermione asked tentative, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen around them. "The Dark Lord from Harry's mentions he did not look as I expected"

"It's an illusion, pet; the Dark Lord's true face is this. He wears the illusion of that to frighten and scare the people. To keep the lower level Death Eaters under control, they are more liking to listen to a man looking like a monster and follow him than a handsome man"

"But why?" Hermione asked, unable to wrap her mind around why anyone would need to look like a monster made flesh.

"For that, we would have to dive back into the very foundation of the war", Bellatrix signed, shifting so that she could become more comfortable. She was not looking forward to this.

"What do you know of the war?" Bellatrix asked. Already knowing the answer, Her Omega would know nothing but the propaganda spread by the light.

"That the Dark wants to kill all muggle-borns, that pureblood should be the only ones allowed to rule" Hermione parroted back the things she had heard saying since she was eleven.

"It's more complicated than that; Tell me what defines a muggle-born," Bellatrix asked.

"Someone who is born two muggles non-magical parents". Hermione frowned at the question.

Bellatrix shook her head. "No, that's not it; what's the difference between a squib and a muggle? Both don't have magic."

"A squib is born to magical parents?" Hermione said more like asked; she had never thought about it. Why was a person born with no magic called a squib? Why not just muggle?

"Magic is in the blood; it does not just appear in someone; all muggle-borns are from squib lines", Bellatrix said, Shocking Hermione to the core. Whose line did she come from? Who was she related too? Her mind whirled with questions.

"What..?' She trailed off, unable to comprehend what Bellatrix said and what it meant for her.

"But then why the hatred?" Hermione asked in shock. How many times had she been told that she did not belong? That she was not worthy despite being the best in her year?

"That is a question. Tell me, Hermione, what is the difference between a mud-blood and a muggle-born? Why are some muggle-borns referred to as muggle-born and some as mud-bloods?" Bellatrix asked, looking at her expectedly.

Hermione opened her to tell her there was no difference but then shut her mouth.

She remembered Amanda Hanns, a muggle-born Ravenclaw; she had never heard anyone referring to her as mud blood. Even Tracey Davis of Slytherin, despite being a muggle-born, was accepted in Slytherin and was not cussed at; dozens of names flashed through her mind Matthew Holes, Richard Frank, David Wight, Drew Jackson, Tanya Chase, all muggle-borns in various houses and years, all never referred to as mud-bloods.

What separated them from her? From Colin Creevey? From Justin Finch-Fletchley,? From Gabe Throw? All cussed at by the Pureblood and referred to as mud blood.

And looking back, No one had called her mudblood till her second year, and as she went through her memories, none of the muggle-borns had been called mud-bloods till they reached their second year; why? What changed in a year that the pureblood started referring to them as mudblood?

"You see It don't you? Some are treated differently; tell me, Hermione, what is a blood traitor? Why is the Weasley family referred to as such? Plenty of purebloods get along with muggle-borns, Woods, Longbottom, Potters, Splints, and Diggory. Why are none of them called blood traitors? Well, Potter might be considered one now, but still, what is a Blood Traitor?"

Hermione opened her mouth to answer and was stumped for the first time in her life. She did not know! She had no clue. She had always assumed it was just their friendship with her, but the Other Pureblooded families were not called Blood Traitors for their friendships with muggle-borns.

"Tell me, Omega, What makes you a mud blood?" Bellatrix said grimly.

Hermione leaned away in shock, rage rising inside at her Alpha's use of the hated slur; she felt betrayed that her Alpha could even call her that.

Bellatrix held her Omega as she squirmed and tried to leave; she pumped out sooting hormones as she tried to calm her mate, slipping a hand slipped inside her mate's shirt and rubbing soothing circles on her skin.

Slowly Hermione calmed but remained stiff.

"You told me you didn't care", Hermione gritted out. Remembering how during their first knotting, Bellatrix had emphatically stated that she did not mind that Hermione was a muggle-born

"And I don't, But you are a mudblood not in the way you think. Not because you were just born to muggle parents but because you refuse to acknowledge the magic, refuse to pay your respects to the one who has deemed you worthy of such a sacred gift."

Hermione did not understand. What did Bellatrix mean by this? She was the brightest witch of her age! she loved having magic, learning it and doing it. How could Bellatrix say that she did not care for it?

Her confusion and anger must have shown on her face because Bellatrix sighed, "You were raised a Christian? Most muggle-borns are", Bellatrix asked, and Hermione nodded.

While she and Her Parents were not particularly religious, she had gone to Sunday service with them when she was younger; and had read the Bible. They had not gone since she had joined Hogwarts, but she was raised and knew about Christianity and its values.

"Now imagine you live in Vatican City, have been raised there all your life, you know you your religion and believe in it wholeheartedly. Then suddenly, some outsider arrives and starts to change things, ignores the Christian values and curses Jesus and God. How would you feel? Let us take Another example if you are a Muslim and live in Mecca, an outsider comes and starts to push to change your religion, cursing the Prophet. How would you feel? What would you do if a person comes to you and says that what you believe in is wrong, says that the Bible, the Quran, the Torah, whichever you follow, is horrible and should be banned? That the practices in those books should be stopped; how would you feel?" Bellatrix asked, her voice alight with passion

"Angry, Ragefull, I would curse that person", Hermione said; she could imagine the rage someone like that would feel. She was not ignorant of how important one's religion and values were to the people. Wars have been fought over them.

Bellatrix nodded approvingly. "Magic is that for us, it is what we worship, its blessings are the one we ask, we perform rituals to empower it, to harness it, to simply feel it, its runs in our blood, through our very soul. ", Bellatrix emphasised looking at Hermione to see if she understood, at her nod Bellatriax continued.

"For us, a muggle is a person who does not believe or follow the magic. He does not have it; he does not believe in the blood, so we don't care for them; we try and ignore their existence. A Squib is a person magic itself had deemed unworthy even though he has it in his blood, and we exile such a person, strike him from our trees until his blood is redeemed in magics eyes and his line produces someone with the gift.

"This person we refer to as muggle-born, a person who magic deems worthy of possessing it, but he who is ignorant of its ways, of its practices and this person we forgive, we welcome back with open arms and give them time to prove themselves. We wait and see how he uses his gift. Does he show proper reverence for it, or does he only see it as a tool? Does he strive to learn about the world he has been welcomed in, or does he not care and sees it as an extension of the muggle world? Does he accept the practices of the blood, which have been followed since ancient times, or does he reject them? Does he at least try to understand if not believe in the magic? This and not who they are born to is the difference between a muggle-born and mud blood. " Bellatrix's voice dropped as she continued

"A mudblood rejects their blood and does not learn its particularities. But the worst is a Blood Traitor. He rejects the magic despite knowing its powers, rejects their very blood, refuses to acknowledge it, and forces people around him to give it up, which is unforgivable in our eyes. We tolerate someone not following the path, but we draw the line at someone forcing their way on us. That is a Blood Traitor Hermione, a despicable person," Bellatrix said seriously as she explained the basic ways of Pureblood.

Hermione's thoughts raced. She thought about all the times she had laughed at the silly gestures purebloods made, the sometimes different ways they talked, their weird way of doing things, and remembered her crusade to free elves. Did she do it for them? Or did she do it because it would be considered slavery that was despicable in the muggle world and had just equated it to the magical world? Did she know why elves were the way they were? And to her immense shame, Hermione found that she did not know; she knew nothing of the magical world outside of her studies.

She had been so focused on doing the best academically, on being at the top of her class, that she had never thought to learn about the traditions and practices of the world she was in, assuming they would be the same as hers.

She was a mudblood

With a cry, she threw herself in her mate's arms. Tears streaming down her face, babbling incoherently, she did not know what she was asking for, forgiveness? Knowledge? All she knew was that she did not want to be mud blood.

"Shh", Her Alpha soothed her ."Don't worry, you will learn. You are the Lady Black now. None would dare call you mud blood."

A terrible fear rose inside Hermione ."What if I am unable to adapt? What if I remain a mudblood?" Hermione asked, hiccupping. Thoughts of her Alpha abandoning and leaving her racing through her mind

Bellatrix leaned back and forced Hermione to look at her. "How many times do I have to say this? You are mine, Omega; Magic herself has gifted you to me. I will raze down this world and; everyone in it before I allow you to leave", Bellatrix said, her voice unwavering.

Hermione watched her in awe before slamming their lips together in a passionate kiss. Her hands ran up and down her Mate's body, loosening her robe as their tongues duelled for dominance before Hermione yielded to her mate, letting her take her mouth.

Hermione rocked herself against the rapidly hardening cock, looking for friction and winced when that movement caused her poorly healed cunt to clench in pain. Well, there goes her plan to fuck her Alpha.

"Hermione", Her Alpha said. Panting between kisses, "We need to stop", but Hermione was having none of it. Well, if she could not fuck her Alpha, she could show her appreciation differently.

She knelt between her Alpha parted legs with a fluid motion, her hands immediately going to the pants her Alpha wearing and tugged them down. The thick cock jumped out, slapping against her Alpha stomach. Red and Pulsing, wetness already leaking from its Head, making Hermione's mouth water as she imagined tasting her Alpha.

"What…. Fuck", Bellatrix growled as her Omega leaned forward and sucked at the tip of her cock, her small hand wrapping around her shaft and started pumping it. Her hand was barely able to fit around the cocks grith.

Bellatrix growled, her hips moving, seeking the warmth of her Omega's mouth. As her hands found their way into her hair. She pushed at her Omega's head, encouraging her to take more of her cock into her mouth,

Her Omega did not disappoint, hollowing her cheeks and sucking firmly as she took her Alpha's cock deep into her mouth. Inch by inch Bellatrix's cock sank into her until it hit the back of the Omega's throat. Hermione could not take her whole cock in her mouth, but she compensated for it by gently massaging her balls and enthusiastically sucking. Rolling her tongue around.

Bellatrix growled and moved her hips fucking her Omega's mouth; it was not the best blowjob she had had. Her Omega's inexperience was showing. But it felt damn good.

When her knot formed, Hermione wrapped both her hands around it and squeezed it rhythmically, simulating the sensation of being squeezed by her Omega's cunt. Bellatrix could not hold back, and with a howl, she emptied herself into Hermione's waiting mouth.

"Swallow it!" Bellatrix demanded as she continued to cum; Hermione trailed valiantly to follow her Alpha's order, but the quantity was too much, and some escaped from the sides of her mouth to dribble down her chest and onto her breasts.

Bellatrix growled at the sight, grabbing her Omega and lifting her to settle on her lap; she impatiently tore away Hermione's shirt, freeing her perky breasts and her erect nipples.

Hermione moaned as Bellatrix latched on to her nipple, sucking it firmly as her other hand squeezed and massaged her other breast. she was highly aroused from taking her Alpha's cock in her mouth. And tasting her that she was dripping, her cunt uselessly clenching.

Her body was hanging by a thread. Hermione's hand automatically moved inside her knickers, finding her erect clit, and rubbing herself frantically; It was not enough. She needed more; her Alpha must have read her thoughts because she suddenly bit down at her nipple as the other was twisted.

That was enough to send Hermione over the edge, and she came with a scream, shaking and shivering in her Alpha's arms.