Hermione woke up energized. Well, not entirely energized, but definitely relaxed. She could face the raven-haired beauty without crumbling. She rolled onto her stomach and noticed her purple friend tossed to the other side of her queen size bed. She was alone on most nights, but she liked the space. Her only pet, the ginger half Kneazle, also liked to occupy the bed so more space was a must. She didn't want to wake up with fur in her mouth.
The soul healer grabbed the sex toy and headed to the bathroom. Even though she always cleaned it with cleansing charms, she preferred to wash it the muggle way too. There was nothing like a shower or a bath, she concluded it was the same for the dildo.
Once that was done, her teeth were brushed and her face clean, she decided to wear glasses to work today. She didn't need them and they had zero diopters, but they made her look smart and it was surely stylish. Considering it was only for show, Hermione only owned one pair. They had thick black rectangular frames with no stones nor gems and they fit on her feminine face perfectly. She applied her make up accordingly and decided to dress by magic. The young woman was scared that she would smear her mascara, even though it was very mild.
Today she opted for black skinny jeans and a black blouse. The weather was rather chilly and it was always cold in Azkaban. So, so cold. But she had a warming charm in place. If it was up to the temperature at her work place, she would have to wear a coat all the bloody time. A winter coat at that.
She didn't understand how the prisoners survived those conditions. Huge waves crashing onto the cliffs more often than not, wind howling on a daily bases and the cold that crept inside your bones was just unbearable. Of course, it was surely worse with the Dementors in place, but she still felt kind of bad for the prisoners. They were people too.
Come to think of it, she didn't hear any wind in Bellatrix's cell. Nor the constant sound of the ocean. Strange. She should focus on it today and ask the older woman considering she'd relented and sessions would take place in her cell.
She petted Crooks and gave him food before taking her coat and stepping into the Floo.
Once Hermione was in her office, she waved her wand for the coffee maker to work and realized that she forgot breakfast again. It was okay though, she would just throw herself into work to overcome her hunger. She wasn't even that hungry.
Today she was surprised when a red-headed man entered her office with a paper bag. "Hi, 'Mione," he greeted her with a smile. "Mom made croissants for breakfast so I took some for you," he handed her the paper bag.
"Hi, Ron," she smiled back at him. Well, mostly at the pastry, but he didn't need to know that. "Back at work already?" she asked. "Thank you so much for breakfast. I was just thinking about how I forgot to buy it."
"Well yeah," he scratched his chin. Hermione noticed he still had cuts from the razor, undoubtedly he shaved just this morning. "And don't mention it, mom likes to cook and she told me to take you something when I told her about you."
"You told her about me?" the young woman teased.
"Uhm, well, yes," he muttered and turned a shade redder.
"I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," Hermione smiled gently. "Will you have a cup of coffee with me or did you already managed to drink it at home?"
He sat down and visibly relaxed when the conversation turned away from the previous topic. "It's nearly impossible to get coffee with five brothers and a sister," he chuckled. "I snatched the croissants right after my mom finished the baking spell."
"Your house seems full," she stated while pouring him a cup of coffee.
"Not always. Two of my brothers work abroad, but they came for a visit. I hope they leave soon. Don't tell my mom I said that," he laughed and lowered his gaze.
"I promise I won't tell," she winked and moaned when the buttery croissant assaulted her taste buds. "Oh my god, this is so good!"
"Yeah, mom's a pretty good cook," he smiled and grabbed a croissant for himself. "She would love to meet you," he said quietly.
"I guess that can be arranged," the soul healer furrowed her brow. "I need to make something clear, though. I appreciate the friendship, Ron, but that's all I can offer you."
"You can't know that yet," he looked at her with hopeful eyes.
"I can. I do. This work is my life, I don't have time for dating. I don't even want to. I'm quite content on my own."
Every time Hermione played with the thought of sharing her space with a man, she cringed. She was happy single. Well, not entirely happy, but men just weren't in the picture for now. Her dildo and her own hand did all the job she needed.
"But maybe-"
"Ron, no. Please."
"Okay," he replied and lifted his arms in surrender. "I'll respect that. The invitation still stands, though. My mom said a girl shouldn't work at a place like Azkaban," he smiled gently. "She just wants to meet you I guess. Even as only my friend."
"I'll try to make time then," she replied with a smile of her own. The soul healer believed him when he said he would respect her wishes. She could do with a friend, but she needed to set boundaries. The young witch didn't want to lead him on. Why should he be on her hook when she was certain nothing would ever happen between them. That just didn't seem fair. He deserved someone to be happy with. "Well, almost time for Grayback," she sighed.
"I'll bring him to you," Ron informed and got up from his seat. "I hope he's no trouble."
"He's actually rather docile after I managed to get him a solid supply of his potion."
"Good good," he nodded and left.
Hermione cleaned the table with a wave of her hand and adjusted her glasses. She scrolled quickly through her notes and readied herself for the day.
"Harry, have a seat," the soul healer motioned with her head. "How are you feeling?"
"Oh, I'm feeling great, Hermione! I'm always cold, starved and dementors ate away all my happy memories. I couldn't possibly be better," he replied sarcastically.
"I can tell the elves to give you bigger portions, if you want?"
"No, I want you to let me out," he crossed his arms over his chest.
"We've been through this. I can't do that."
"Then you're useless! He's out there quite possibly chasing my friends and you do NOTHING!"
"Harry, he's not chasing your friends. I can brew some potions to help you calm down. We will get to the bottom of this, but you need to be cooperative."
Hermione was entitled to prescribe potions as long as she brewed them. No one would do it for her, but the Ministry permitted access to any ingredients she might need. That's why she was able to brew the Wolfsbane potion on her own. She didn't excel in it, but she always got the job done.
Of course she also had access to muggle medicine, but somehow magical bodies didn't react well with pills. She learned that the hard way when she was little. Well, mostly her parents learned. Hermione didn't remember it, but her mom told her that she had a very bad seizure after she gave her a fever-reducing pill.
"I don't want potions! I want you to let me out!"
"Harry, I can help you here. We can have sessions every day, I will give you potions. It will give you clarity, you'll see."
"Let. Me. Out." he said through gritted teeth. "I don't belong here! I need to be out there!"
"Okay. And what would you be doing out there?" she asked, writing notes in her notepad.
"Trying to find him!"
"And once you find him?"
"I will have to stop him."
"How?" she asked, leading him steadily into a trap.
"There's only one way to stop someone like him, isn't there?"
And just like that he was caught.
"So what I'm hearing is that you plan a cold-blooded murder."
"But he's the reason why I'm here! What don't you understand?!" he shouted.
"No Harry, he didn't kill Cedric - you did. You're here because you killed our schoolmate. I know it was not your fault, but I definitely cannot let you leave this facility."
"What a fine friend you make! I thought you were on my side!"
"I am," she replied with a lump in her throat. "I want to help you. Please let me," she pleaded.
"Great!" he cheered. "Then LET ME OUT!" he shouted straight into her face, loud enough for the whole prison to hear.
She swallowed and feared that he would turn violent towards her. Of course, she did have her wand, but how could she use it against someone that was unarmed? Against her old classmate? It wasn't his fault the voices made him do things. It wasn't his fault he didn't see things for what they were.
Thankfully she was again saved by Ron who barged into her office and pacified the black-haired boy. "That's enough, mate," he said towards him. "We should cuff him from now on, 'Mione."
"No, he's not dangerous. And the chains are barbaric anyway!"
"They may be barbaric, but you're fucking safe thanks to them."
"It will be alright. I'll start giving him potions that will help with his illness. He will get better."
"Well, you're the boss," Ron shrugged and escorted Harry out of her office.
The soul healer slumped in her chair and rubbed her temples. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that Harry Potter would be the most difficult patient. Well, she should start brewing the potions as soon as possible. She would go to collect the ingredients after her shift tonight and start brewing it tomorrow.
"So, who's next?" Ron asked when he came back from Harry's cell.
"Just Bellatrix," Hermione replied dismissively.
"Ugh, well, I'll go fetch her," he scratched his chin. It was clear he was afraid of the woman, but would fulfill his duties nevertheless.
"There's no need, Ron. You can actually go home. She's the last patient and we're having the sessions in her cell now," she said as she gathered her notebook and materials for today.
"WHAT?!" he raised his voice. "You can't be serious, Hermione."
"Well Ronald, if you hadn't disturbed us last time, I wouldn't have to be going to her cell," she bit back.
"I'm truly sorry about that. I didn't realize…"
"Yes, you didn't. It's okay, though. She's not as bad as you think."
"I really doubt that. You can't be locked in a cell with her! She's dangerous."
"She is dangerous, I'm not denying that, she's here for a reason after all. But she's not dangerous to me."
"You know, the fact that you think you're safe with her should be enough proof that you shouldn't be locked in there with her."
"Ronald, I appreciate the concern, but I know what I'm doing," she replied steadily. Mostly anyway. "Now thank your mom for the delicious breakfast and off you go," she shooed him with her hands and locked her office.
"No way, I'm staying. Who would come if you screamed for help?"
"I am not going to scream for help," she rolled her eyes. "Fine, by all means stay as long as you'd like. But I'm warning you, do not come close to her cell and under no circumstances come inside of it."
"I'll just be on the second floor as always."
"You can go home, Ron. I'll be fine."
"Let me know when you're finished," he smiled gently and turned to leave.
The soul healer shook her head and took a deep breath. One step at a time. She decided to stop by Lupin's old office to fetch the table and two chairs. She would keep it outside of Bellatrix's cell when the sessions were finished and placed it back inside before them.
When she entered the unlocked office she saw the window got opened by the strong wind again and the whole office was incredibly cold. And wet. She closed it and had a look around. There was Wolfsbane potion on the table, scattered parchments and Calming Draught. Odd. She knew for a fact that Lupin wasn't giving the criminals potions of any kind. Was it for him then? Was he a werewolf? His rash decision to leave Azkaban was precisely one day after the full moon. Hermione knew that because she couldn't get any sleep and when she looked outside of her window, the silver orb was shining into her room with full force. She didn't get any sleep the following night either because of the stress Lupin caused with his departure.
Well, it all made sense now. Maybe he would even come back one day.
She removed all the items from the desk and lifted it with a wave of her wand. The furniture followed her through the prison onto the empty fifth floor and then in front of the hidden cell. She also decided to place some charms a few feet from the cell in case Ron decided to be stupid again. She would not risk that.
The soul healer unlocked the cell and levitated the desk and chairs inside. Yes, that's how spacious Bellatrix's cell was because the furniture fit inside without trouble and there was still space to move.
"Well hello, pet," Bellatrix purred from the bed, observing the soul healer.
"Madame Black," Hermione answered with a curt nod.
"Formal, are we?" the older woman chuckled. "Is that why you brought armor today?"
"What armor? I'm not wearing any armor," she replied, suddenly very uncertain of herself. The impulse to look over herself was stronger than the will to suppress it and so Hermione lowered her head to observe her clothes. Much to Bellatrix's delight.
"You look beautiful, little bird, don't worry. I was talking about the glasses."
"Oh," she blushed. None of the other patients mentioned it, they most likely didn't even notice. But then again, Bellatrix was the only woman in this whole prison. Men weren't known for being observant . And then the soul healer registered what exactly the older woman said. Armor. Just how could she read her like this?! How could she know? And clearly Bellatrix did know if the knowing smirk was anything to go by. "I – ehm," she cleared her suddenly dry throat. Where's the water again?!
"It looks sexy. I like it."
The blushing intensified. Dammit, not this again. We've been through this, Hermione. Today was supposed to be different!
"Please have a seat," she said in a voice that was steadier than she herself expected.
The woman did so without any fight and Hermione followed suit. She placed her notepad and pen on the table and took a deep breath. The smirking woman opposite from her placed her wrists on the table, cuffs with restraints up to get obediently chained to the restraints on the table.
"I'm not going to chain you," Hermione replied with a shake of her head.
"You should. I figured that's why you brought the table."
"I probably should, but I'm not going to. And no, I didn't bring the table because of that," she said resolutely and adjusted her glasses.
"Interesting, my little soul healer, interesting indeed," Bellatrix said and leaned over the table, placing her head on pale hands. "You know," she started casually, "you would look so good wearing these glasses and nothing else."
Hermione's eyes opened wide and she swallowed while staring at the mesmerizing woman. When the soul healer didn't respond, Bellatrix decided to continue. "Bent over the desk in your office. Or maybe here since you set it up so nicely?"
The girl busied herself with her notepad, pretending to read the notes. Trying desperately not to react, not to engage, not to push Bellatrix further. Maybe if she ignored her, the criminal would shut up. Maybe if she pretended hard enough, it wouldn't affect her so much.
"Wait, maybe glasses and a tie around your neck," the woman in question replied thoughtfully. "Yes, I can see that clear as a day. You'd get as red as your Gryffindor tie as I'd fuck you from behind, my little lioness. Maybe I would need to stuff that tie into your mouth so other prisoners wouldn't be able to hear your cries of pleasure," she continued in a low seductive voice and Hermione had a lot of problems holding back the moan that threatened to leave her lips. "Maybe I would tie you by the chains to the restraints at your desk? How does that sound?" she asked and saw the girl's shocked expression. "No? Too much? We'll get there, little bird," she cooed. "Just imagine, my fingers knuckle deep in your desperate pussy, slamming into you like there is no tomorrow," she let out a moan of her own and Hermione completely lost it. "Now, when was the last time you were this wet, my sweet?" Bellatrix asked and licked her lips, inhaling deep through her nose as if trying to sniff her arousal. Hermione realized she actually could have because yes, she was wet. Embarrassingly so.
The soul healer swallowed again and tried to fight the flush. Tried to fight the arousal, but to no avail.
"I asked you a question, Hermione," the criminal threatened.
"N-never," she replied truthfully.
Bellatrix flashed her a true American smile. "Mmmh, how about at least half this wet then?"
"Last night," she breathed out. Damn, no, she didn't want to admit that!
"Last night?" the raven-haired woman raised one perfectly styled eyebrow. "Were you thinking about me?" she purred.
Hermione just shook her head. She would not give her the satisfaction. Bellatrix definitely didn't need to know she came all over her dildo to the thought of the older woman fucking her with it.
"I'm going to ask again and give you a chance to change your answer. Or are we going to lie to each other now? I thought we agreed not to do that, pet."
"Fine! I thought about you, happy?" she blurted out, completely losing her cool.
"Very," the woman grinned. "And what exactly were you doing when you were thinking about me?" she asked, eyes burning into the girl's soul.
"Bellatrix, enough!" she said, finally coming to her senses. Well, not really, but she definitely wasn't about to tell the woman she rode her dildo into oblivion with thoughts of her. No, thank you very much. "I actually came here to show you some pictures and I want you to tell me what you see," she finished while summoning said pictures with her wand.
"I see a very flustered young witch that I'd like to devour very much," the criminal wiggled her eyebrows.
"I said enough!"
"No, you said to tell you what I see."
"On the picture right in front of you!"
"You are quite the picture right in front of me," she grinned.
"Bellatrix," the soul healer warned through gritted teeth.
"Ugh, fine," she rolled her eyes before finally looking at the picture. It was supposed to evoke anger. Every healthy individual could name the emotion. "It's nothing. This artist is not very talented."
"Okay, let's try this one," Hermione handed her a picture that was supposed to evoke fear.
"Nothing again! If you're in need of an art dealer I know someone."
"What about this one?" she tried another picture. Even a child could see the happiness radiating from it.
"Nothing. This is getting boring, pet."
"You see absolutely nothing in these?" the soul healer furrowed her brow.
"What am I supposed to see in a mess of lines and circles and merlin knows what else?"
"Emotions," the girl breathed out.
"I could have saved you the trouble if you just asked," she rolled her eyes. "I can't read emotions."
"You can't?"
"Clearly."
"Since when? When did you start to notice it?"
"It's always been this way," she replied with a huff, annoyed at being questioned like that. Then her face turned into a devious smirk as she asked: "Are you a virgin?"
"Excuse me?!" Hermione gasped.
"Don't play coy with me, pet. You know the rules of our game. You made me look at some horrendous art AND you asked multiple questions to which I gave you answers."
"This is personal."
"While me telling you that I can't read emotions for as long as I can remember isn't? So, are you a virgin?" she asked again, looking curiously at her. It's almost as if she had wanted to ask this since day one. The raven-haired woman also looked like she knew the answer and Hermione didn't like her expression one bit.
"No," she replied eventually.
"No?" Bellatrix's eyebrows shot up in confusion. That emotion was very quickly replaced by another, though. One much worse - anger. "Who touched you?!" she said through gritted teeth, hands clenching to fists. It was suffocating. This anger washed over them like an ocean wave. The soul healer wanted to say it's none of her business. She wanted to point out that it was her turn for a question now, but it all somehow died on her tongue.
"Victor Krum," she replied quietly as if she'd done something wrong. Why did she feel like that?
"A man? Did he rape you?!" she shouted while her knuckles turned white from how hard she fisted her hands.
"No," the young witch shook her head. "He would never do something like that. He was nice. An exchange student actually."
"I can't believe you let someone touch you," the woman scoffed.
"Wait, so you planned to fuck me like that, tied up to my own desk, while thinking I was a virgin?"
"Yes. Your point?"
Hermione opened and closed her mouth a few times, failing to form a sentence from all the emotions and thoughts running through her head. Was this woman for real right now? Viktor wasn't perfect and her first time not even close to it, but at least he didn't fuck her like some starved animal.
"Just out of curiosity," Hermione narrowed her eyes. "How many people have lost their virginity to you?"
"Jealous?" the criminal cackled.
"No, more concerned for their wellbeing."
"They were fine," she sneered. "Actually, everyone always crawled back, begging for more. You'll see."
"I truly doubt that. I'm not into … whatever you're doing."
"On the contrary I think you are. You scream submissive with your whole being."
"No, I don't," she replied, trying to hide her shock.
"No?" Bellatrix licked her lips.
"No," Hermione repeated with precisely zero conviction. It was even worse when the raven-haired woman got up from her seat and crossed the distance in five quiet steps. She leaned with her backside on the edge of the desk and cupped the soul healer's cheek with a cold pale hand. The girl leaned into the touch unconsciously and closed her eyes.
"Look at me, my sweet," the criminal demanded quietly, but steadily. The Gryffindor opened her eyes and looked at the witch with big brown orbs. "Such a beautiful thing you are," she cooed.
Hermione's breath hitched even though she wanted to tell the woman that she was not a thing. She wanted to say this wouldn't work on her.
Oh, but it did.
The hand held her firmly in place, the thumb stroking her cheek felt like velvet. Black eyes were captivating as ever and full red lips slightly parted. The soul healer bit her lip at the sight.
And then the older witch slid from the desk and stood right in front of her. The hand left the peachy cheek only to slide to Hermione's neck and then her chin, lifting it up. The Gryffindor didn't fight it, she willingly looked up at the woman, trembling with anticipation. Would Bellatrix lean down to kiss her? No, probably not. She knew that. Yet she whimpered when the raven-haired witch left her position. It didn't matter that she knew it, the disappointment that it really didn't happen stung. Bellatrix now hovered over her back, hands casually on her shoulders.
"You're so tense, little bird," the woman breathed out, massaging her softly. "Relax."
And Hermione did. She relaxed immediately as if it was her second nature. It didn't matter that she had a dangerous criminal at her back. It didn't matter that she couldn't see her. Nothing mattered but the fact that Bellatrix was touching her. That she was talking to her with that honey-sweet voice and her perfume consumed her. Or maybe it was the older witch's aura. The soul healer wasn't sure.
And then the hands moved from her shoulders to her neck and up her scalp, rubbing circles with thumbs in chestnut hair. And then one hand tightened, grabbing a fistful of hair. The girl moaned. The older witch turned Hermione's head by her hair to the side forcefully and lowered herself so their faces were only inches apart. Brown orbs were consumed by black pupils, lips parted and breathing erratic.
"I can smell you, pet," the criminal whispered, the air licking at Hermione's lips. She whimpered. "I can also see your hardened nipples. It can't be from the cold considering you have a warming charm in place and my cell is lacking in that department."
The soul healer tried to lean in to claim red lips, but Bellatrix held her firmly in place by her hair. She let out a frustrated groan. She was in a daze. There was a heavy fog clouding her brain. She couldn't think, she couldn't seem to recall what she was supposed to be doing here. Surely it wasn't this?
"Would you be a dear and place your head on the desk?" the criminal asked and released her hair from a firm grip. Hermione didn't even think about it, she just followed the instruction. Her eyes screwed shut when her cheek hit the wooden surface and she let out a deep breath. It didn't even bother her that she still wore the glasses that now pressed almost painfully to her side.
Bellatrix looked at her prey and had to hold back her impulses. So obedient. She wanted to take the girl right there and then, but that's not why she got her into this state. She could reduce anyone into a whimpering mess once she saw the submissive side in them. Once she smelled their weakness.
But this girl also had claws. She liked it. Of course Hermione was now a sweet purring kitten, but she couldn't judge her for that. She spent a lifetime conditioning people, she'd broken down tougher cookies than this. The young woman stood no chance.
The older witch sighed, not being known to deprive herself of pleasure and decided to push the girl just a little further. She lifted her head by the hair, thriving in the whimper she got in response and sat on the desk right in front of Hermione. Her eyes were open now so Bellatrix saw how clouded her gaze was. She really could just …. No. No.
The raven-haired woman carefully pulled the glasses off and placed them next to her on the table. "Put your head on my lap, little bird," she commanded and rewarded her with soft strokes on a peachy cheek when the girl complied. "Were you touching yourself when you were thinking about me?" she asked in a low voice, covering Hermione in velvety blanket. The girl nodded. Well that wouldn't do. "Words, my sweet."
"Y-Yes," the soul healer managed. She wasn't sure if her voice even worked anymore, but Bellatrix wanted words so she had to deliver.
"With your fingers only or did you use something?" she asked another question, stroking the girl's hair, giving her a false sense of security.
"I used my toy," she breathed out and took a deep breath through her nose, smelling the older witch. She let out a moan when she realized that she could and her hands flew to the woman's lap too, trying to fist her prison gown.
"Did I allow you to touch me?!" the criminal hissed. Hermione shook her head. "No indeed so put those hands where you've had them."
"Please," the soul healer whimpered, clenching air next to the chair.
"Well, considering you're being rather obedient you may place your hands on me."
"Thank you," Hermione whispered and placed her hands onto Bellatrix's lap, not daring to grip it.
"Thank you what?" the woman tried to push, but Hermione just looked at her all confused. "Ah, well we'll work on that. Now head back down and you were telling me how hard you were fucking yourself with your toy to the thoughts of me."
"So hard," she half moaned her response.
Only very limited amount of words my sweet girl can manage. So be it.
"Can you smell me, little bird?" Bellatrix asked in that velvety tone of hers, caressing the girl's hair once again. She nodded. "Do you want to taste me?" Nod again. "Words, Hermione."
"Yes, please let me taste you," she replied and looked up. All gone was brown from her eyes, all gone was the defiant soul healer.
Now there was a decision to make. She was wet, how could she not be. And technically Hermione pleasuring her would not unleash the beast. The girl wouldn't know any better. But then again, this was not why she got her into this state of mind. She merely wanted to prove a point. Once she broke her spell, the girl would freak out. If sex was involved in any form at this stage, she would be too confused, repulsed even. With herself, of course. It would simply be too much for her to handle. Dammit.
"Not yet, my sweet girl," the criminal breathed out. She was better than that, she could control her impulses. For the most part anyway.
"Don't you want me?" she asked as her eyes watered.
Not this again…
"You're the most precious thing I own at the moment," Bellatrix replied and she meant it. "I want you so much," she cupped her cheek and stroked it with her thumb. "You have no idea how much," she breathed out and again, she meant it. Not only was the soul healer pretty, she was intelligent and sweet. Oh the things I want to do to you…
"Then let me show you how much I want you," Hermione breathed out in response, but not quite daring to lift the prison gown just yet. She didn't get permission to do so after all.
"I know you do, little bird. Don't forget, I can smell you too," the criminal licked her lips. "But as I said, not today. You need to get back home. You have work to do."
"I don't," she pouted.
"Hermione," Bellatrix warned. "Lift your head and get back into a sitting position," she commanded. All good things had to end after all.
The soul healer wanted to argue, she wanted to say she was very comfortable where she was, but again it died on her tongue. She just did what she was told to do.
"Such a good girl," the raven-haired woman purred and jumped down from the table.
Hermione watched her cross the room and sit at the chair opposite from her, already missing her warmth. Her attempts to keep the criminal where she was by her hands were futile. She was missing her presence, missing her touches and caresses immediately.
"I'll give you a minute now, my little soul healer," the woman informed, studying the picture in front of her once again.
It took Hermione solid few minutes before she came to her senses. Or was it hours? No, it couldn't be hours. Right?
Bellatrix watched as the brown returned to her orbs, as her breathing calmed down. She observed her like a hawk, waiting for the shitstorm.
And it came. Of course it came, she's done this too many times already not to know any better. Hermione looked at her all confused. Then she looked at herself, studying her hands, flicking between her glasses on the table and the woman in question. Then she gasped and got up from her seat way too quickly, knocking the chair to the floor in the process. Her breathing quickened, but this time it was for a completely different reason.
"We're done here!" the soul healer said at last, gathering her things and leaving the cell in a hurry.
"For today definitely," the criminal chuckled.
"No, not just today. Forever!" she shouted as she departed the prison cell, not bothering to take out the additional furniture.
"Oh my sweet girl, you'll be back before you know it," Bellatrix said quietly to no one and cackled. She cackled so loudly that Hermione heard it all the way to her office.
A/N: I wasnt sure if I didnt go too far at the end, but my beta reassured me that it was very plausible. Obviously the issue was not with Bellatrix, but with Hermione. Let me know your thoughts :) Feedback is always greatly appreciated