A/N: Long time no see... Im truly sorry it took me so long.

I already have something written for next chapter so hopefully next update will be here muuuuch sooner

Bellatrix stood by the window and looked over the dramatic ocean. It soothed her. Somehow the massive force of the water crashing onto the cliff on which Azkaban was situated had a relaxing effect on her. And she needed that because it was late afternoon and her little witch hadn't bothered to visit her yet. The audacity.

More often than not she imagined throwing different men down the cliff into the water for the waves to crush them (it was Lupin the last time), but even that didn't bring her the usual joy now. It was rather pathetic what the girl did to her, really.

Just for that alone she imagined throwing her down the cliff too, but that rubbed at her the wrong way. No, Hermione will live. Bellatrix just needed to make sure to get out of this hellhole to properly take care of her. Dinner and all that shit. Of course, by now she had also developed a strong need to fuck her. But that part was complicated because jealousy was driving her insane. Someone touched her otherwise perfect girl. A man at that. She would make him pay.

However, that wouldn't solve the problem at hand. Someone defiled the soul healer with their filthy hands and it couldn't be undone. Bellatrix was all about taking and claiming, making Hermione hers. She could probably still do that, though. There were other ways, weren't there? Somehow, she was quite sure the soul healer was a virgin in other holes. Yes, she would just fuck her ass to establish ownership.

The dark witch rubbed at her sore wrists and sighed. Of course, with a wand she could now heal the cuts the metallic restraints caused her, but she needed to get rid of them. The cuts were not a problem. She was used to them after more than a decade in this place. No, she needed Hermione to destroy the restraints. Bellatrix herself couldn't do it because she was a criminal, but the soul healer sure as hell had the power and authority. The thing was, these cuffs were enchanted. No one could leave Azkaban with them on their wrists. And the spell couldn't be broken. Bellatrix was certain the soul healer wasn't aware of this. She truly doubted those two idiots briefed her about these things.

So, she twisted the metal to bite into her skin even more to draw fresh blood. She knew very well the young witch didn't like it. Every time the cuffs moved and revealed the irritated or injured skin, her eyes narrowed and her shoulders tensed. The criminal couldn't decipher the emotion per se, but she knew it surely had a reaction.

She was satisfied when streaks of blood flowed down her forearm. She rolled her sleeves up to her elbows and lifted her arms so the blood could flow down easily. Now the bloody soul healer just needed to make appearance. But she would come. Bellatrix was sure of it.

It didn't even take five minutes before she heard light footsteps approaching the cell. She smirked, but didn't turn around from the window. This way Hermione couldn't see her arms at first sight. Bellatrix waited until she heard the lock and shuffling of furniture. The soul healer placed the table and chairs inside. Only after all movement and noise died out, she cocked her head slightly.

"Are you not talking to me again?" Hermione asked after a moment of silence.

"Of course, I'm talking to you, pet," Bellatrix drawled and turned around. "Why would I deprive myself of the pleasure?" she purred as she made her way to the table.

"What's on your arms?" the soul healer gasped; eyes shot wide open.

"Oh this?" the dark witch replied quietly while lifting her arms to observe them. "Nothing," she said as she sat down and smiled at the girl.

"This is not nothing! You're bleeding!" Hermione shouted, outraged.

"I had a nightmare so I was trashing in bed. Guess the restraints did their job," she shrugged. "Now I was only careless and the scabs broke again. Really, it's nothing," she lied as she placed her head on her hands on the table.

"That's it," she said as her jaw locked in anger. These restraints were so barbaric. Everything about this was wrong. "I'm taking these off, I will not turn a blind eye to this inhuman treatment!"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll hurt you?" she asked in a velvety voice.

"Technically, you can hurt me either way. You're not chained anymore, remember?" Hermione said as she tried to remember the incantation.

"I do remember, love," Bellatrix replied and cocked her head to the side, enjoying the faint blush on peachy cheeks. She didn't think a bit of blood was all it would take for the soul healer to free her of the cuffs. This was too easy.

"Do you want to hurt me?"

"Only in the best way possible," she wiggled her eyebrows and licked her lips.

Hermione seemed to get the hint because her cute little blush intensified. Then she cast her eyes downwards and cleared her throat. Bellatrix would fuck her right there and then if she didn't want the cuffs gone just as badly.

The soul healer gathered herself and destroyed the cuffs with a smooth swoosh of her wand. Bellatrix could feel the freedom at the tips of her fingers. Her magic also thrummed in her being, almost overwhelming her. She'd forgotten about this feeling. She was whole again. Clearly the cuffs restrained her magical power as well. Oh, someone would pay for this.

Not her girl, though.

Hermione had a hard time hiding her shock after seeing the full state of the criminal's wrists once nothing was blocking the view. Smaller to bigger cuts, fresh pink to white scars of various sizes, fresh and dried blood. She groaned. "Give me your wrist," she demanded quietly and Bellatrix obliged without a single question. The young witch's hands were soft and her touch gentle, the criminal bit her lip. "I can heal the fresh wounds with Episkey," she said and started to do so. "I think I have a bottle of Dittany at home so that could help with the fresh scars, but I don't think I can do anything about the older ones," she sighed and looked apologetically at the older witch.

"It's not your fault, love," Bellatrix replied, slightly out of breath. She couldn't remember the last time someone took care of her. If ever.

"I should have taken them off right away."

"You got rid of the chains, my sweet," she reminded and cupped Hermione's cheek with her now healed hand. The girl immediately leaned into the touch and closed her eyes.

So beautiful.

So obedient.

So submissive.

Bellatrix let out a small moan and traced her hand down Hermione's cheek, raking her nails along a peachy jaw and then tracing thin lips with her forefinger. The soul healer opened her mouth to take a deep breath and then sucked the digit in.

"Oh fuck, pet," the dark witch groaned and felt wetness soaking her underwear. She wished she had a cock so she could shove it down Hermione's throat instead of the finger. "Open your eyes," she demanded quietly, but resolutely. When the girl did, her eyes were lidded and pupils dilated from lust. "Fuck fuck fuck," the criminal chanted. "This would look so good if you were on your knees," she sucked in a breath at the mental image and pulled her forefinger from that hot mouth with a streak of saliva still connecting it. "You're late today," she stated while studying Hermione's labored breathing.

"Uhm, Kingsley wants me to go to the Ministry tomorrow. I was trying to put together a report, but I don't have much," she replied and tried to compose herself yet again.

"All you need to do is ask," Bellatrix said as she leaned in to clean Hermione's chin of the saliva that attached itself there after leaving her finger.

"I – uhm," Hermione started to say, but her tone was a pitch too high so she cleared her throat to mask the error. She fidgeted in her chair and took few deep breaths, all the while Bellatrix just sat in silence, observing her closely. The soul healer opened her notebook and after reading through her notes, she finally asked: "You called Voldemort Tom the other day. Why?"

"Hmm, that's easy, pet. It's his name. Tom Riddle," the dark witch replied and sat back in her chair, breaking the tension between them.

"Riddle? That sounds so… common," Hermione replied thoughtfully and wrote it down.

"Because it is common. His father was a muggle and his mother dropped him in an orphanage. He was an accident, you see. His mother never wanted him and she surely didn't want the wizarding community to know she laid with a muggle so she just gave him up."

"How do you know all that?" the girl asked, genuinely intrigued.

"Because my dear father adopted him, little bird. I grew up with TomBomb."

"You what?!"

"Now I believe it's my turn for questions, is it not?" she said as she lifted her chin.

"So, we're still playing this game. My answer to your question is yes then. And I get to ask another one," Hermione replied with a smirk.

"How cheeky, pet!" Bellatrix cackled in amusement. "Nice try," she hummed. "Now, what's your biggest weakness?"

"Older sexy criminals apparently," she murmured.

"What was that, love? I didn't quite catch that," she wiggled her eyebrows. Of course, she heard that very clearly.

"Ugh, I don't know! What's yours? It's not as easy as it seems," the soul healer crossed her arms over her chest.

"You."

"What?"

"You are my biggest weakness," Bellatrix replied seriously.

"Right," Hermione chuckled, not believing her one bit. "So, you didn't have any weaknesses until you met me."

"That's right."

"Are you serious right now?"

"Very. I am quite powerful, my sweet. So, your weakness?"

"Ugh, I don't know, Bella. Maybe my social skills? I don't think I excel in that."

Bellatrix smiled at the nickname that slipped from thin lips. She liked hearing her name said in this way. "I think that's not my strong suit either," she winked. "Now, what's your biggest fear?"

"Failure," the girl replied in a heartbeat. Clearly, she didn't have to think about that one. It made sense, really. Hermione was afraid to fail in every aspect. It explained why she was such a teacher's pet and people pleaser.

"Your favorite color?"

"Hmm, surprisingly not red," she let out a soft chuckle. "But it's close to it. Orange. I love sunset orange. Not the soft mild orange of peaches, I prefer the aggressive one. The shade of orange that almost hurts your eyes when it illuminates the whole sky."

"Mmmh, that's a nice color. One I haven't seen in years," Bellatrix nodded. Azkaban was situated in the middle of the sea, but the weather was always shit.

"Now I believe it's my turn again!" the soul healer announced cheerfully.

"Fine, I enjoy purple. The full, dark yet bright shade of purple. You can do no wrong with emerald green either, though."

"That was not my question!" she chuckled. "Although I'm surprised you enjoy purple more than green."

"I'm wounded, pet. Here I thought you wanted to get to know me and all you really care about is Tom!" she said in feigned outrage, smirking.

"I do! I would have asked either way," the soul healer defended.

"I don't believe you," Bellatrix pouted.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" the girl asked as she batted her eyelashes innocently.

"Strip and finger yourself in front of me on the table," the dark witch said with a lustful gaze. Of course, she was joking. Well, not entirely joking, but she knew Hermione wouldn't do that. Not yet anyway.

"I –" she gasped and let out a small whimper from shock. "I'm not gonna do that," she swallowed as pink blush returned to her cheeks.

"Do it tomorrow morning then," Bellatrix leaned in. "Fuck yourself with the thoughts of me," she said as she licked her lips, noticing the girl traced the movement of her tongue. "Fuck yourself hard, imagine it's me doing it. Cum all over your hand and then come straight to my cell. No washing!" the criminal demanded with a strong voice. "Will you do that, pet?" she asked while studying the girl intensely.

Hermione blushed even more and took few deep breaths to steady herself. Well, it wouldn't be the first time she did fuck herself with black wild curls and ruby red lips on her mind. She nodded.

"Splendid," the dark witch clapped her hands like a child. "Now, what did you wish to ask me if it wasn't my favorite color?" she lifted her chin expectantly.

"Uhm," she paused and had to look at her notes to remember what to ask. "First of all, give me your other hand so I can heal the wounds too," Hermione smiled gently. "And then you can tell me how exactly you know Voldemort. You said you grew up with him?"

"Yes, he was as annoying as ever."

"But," she furrowed her brow and clearly couldn't quite understand how it happened. "You're from a noble family. It makes no sense that a Black would just adopt someone," Hermione finished and bit the end of her pen in thoughts.

"Yes, but my father wanted a boy. I was not a boy. I fuck better than one, but I'm not a boy," the criminal laughed. "My father has had three daughters. It was outrageous! He tried to live with it, he didn't give us anything for free. He raised us as men. It was okay for me as I'm sharp around the edges, but imagine Cissy," the woman cackled. "Anyway, I was eight when daddy-dearest came home with Tom, simply stating he's part of the family now."

"That's," Hermione paused to search for the right word. "Something."

"Hmm, he raised him as his own," Bellatrix continued. "It was sickening. TomBomb was even allowed to touch us when hormones were at his peak," she gagged. "Father allowed it since he was not truly ours by blood. But the teen boy found out soon enough that me and my sisters were not an option. I broke his arm when he tried me and I made his testicles bleed for a week when he tried to touch Cissy. She's the youngest, you see."

"How horrible!" Hermione gasped. "The fact he tried to rape you," she added immediately.

"Father gave him everything. Everything he didn't give us," the dark witch said with a furrowed brow. "He didn't go far for punishment when it came to us, but he never laid a finger on Tom."

"What about your mom?" the soul healer asked to get the full picture.

"Useless alcoholic," Bellatrix sneered. "She'd rather drink herself to oblivion than to stand up against father. She died choked by her own vomit which I know because I found her. I was twelve."

"And your first kill was your father…"

"Well yes, I was supposed to run the family business. I knew everything about it, I was raised for it!" she barked. "So, when father said he was going to give everything to Tom…" the criminal clenched her fists.

"How did it make you feel?" the soul healer asked, straightening in her chair with the pen ready.

"Powerful," Bellatrix replied in a heartbeat. "But frankly, killing him was easy. Father always underestimated me. He saw no value in women. He thought I was weak."

"You're anything but weak," Hermione replied. "I can't comprehend why he would think so."

"Only because I'm a woman," she shrugged. "He thought I wouldn't be able to carry on with the family business even though I had the best grades, I could cast spells way beyond my age and I always took his punishments without a single scream or tear - he didn't deserve the satisfaction."

"I'm sorry, Bella," Hermione replied as she wrote something in her notebook.

The criminal hummed and narrowed her eyes. She felt like she'd shared enough. It was time for a reward for her honesty. Of course, she appreciated the girl's acknowledgment and apology for the hard childhood, but she didn't need it. She was over it. Father was rotting in the family tomb and it was only thanks to her. At least the soul healer didn't pity her. She could see that much.

"What is your sexual fantasy?" Bellatrix asked with a smirk.

"My sexual fantasy," the young witch repeated.

"Yes."

"Uhm, I haven't really thought about it."

"Pet, you're not playing fair," she hissed. "I answered quite a lot. You better give me something!"

"It's not that," Hermione bit her lip in frustration because she really didn't have an answer. "I don't think I have one. I thought I was straight until recently, so…," she blushed. "And since sex with men wasn't really satisfying, I just never thought about it."

"Well, that's a start," the criminal winked. "Who said it had to be with men?"

"I get that, but since I've lived in denial, I didn't really fantasize about having sex with women. Apparently, I should have, but I didn't."

"And what about now?" the dark witch smirked.

"Well now, any action with a woman is a fantasy," the soul healer chuckled.

"Come on, surely a teacher's pet can give me something," she purred. "Should I help you?"

Hermione only nodded.

"Alright then. As I said, you're a teacher's pet. Surely sex in a classroom would be an option."

"Yes!" Hermione said a tad too fast and Bellatrix grinned.

"Now close your eyes and paint the picture for me," she said in deep rich voice. "Which position are you in?"

"Uhm, bent over the desk."

"Are you bent over the teacher's desk or your first-row student's desk?"

"My student's desk," she breathed out.

"So, you're facing the teacher's desk and your ass is facing the door. Anyone could walk in, Hermione." The girl's breath hitched and she nodded. "What are you wearing?"

"My uniform."

"Mmmh, knee-socks, skirt and a white blouse then. Dirty," she smirked. "Who's there with you on the other side of the desk?"

"You."

Bellatrix smiled victoriously at that and quietly got up from her seat. Of course, she was hoping for that answer. But then again, she knew she would get it.

"What am I wearing?" she asked as she sat on the edge of the table as close to the girl as possible without touching her.

"A – a strap on," the young witch swallowed and Bellatrix moaned, crossing her legs. "And a garter with pantyhose. Nothing else."

"Mmmh, as a matter of fact, I have all of that at home. Would you suck it?"

Hermione's eyes shot open at that, realizing that Bellatrix sat right next to her on the edge of the table. She looked up with hooded eyes and licked her lips. "Yes?"

"Oh yes, yes you would. Like the good girl that you are," she purred and tucked one loosened strand of hair behind the soul healer's ear. "What happens next?" the raven-haired woman asked as she cupped a very pink cheek. "Close your eyes."

"Uhm, I'm trying to catch a breath because you nearly choked me on that thing," she blushed even more and let Bellatrix guide her head on her lap.

"Oh my," the criminal whimpered. "Is this my fantasy or yours?" she chuckled, but it was very quiet and controlled because she was too lost in the fantasy to be able to focus properly. She would choke her on the dildo, that's for sure.

"I don't even know anymore," the girl whispered.

"What happens next, Hermione? My purple dildo is shining with your saliva. Where do you want it?"

"There," she only said with urgency.

"I think you need to be a tad more specific, little one," the dark witch said and grabbed a fistful of chestnut hair in warning.

Hermione moaned and fisted her hands. Then she breathed out: "in my pussy. I need you in my pussy."

"Mmmmh, that's right. You need me in your dripping cunt. Do I go slow?"

"No," she shook her head. "You slam into me and pull my head towards you by my hair, making me arch my back."

"Fuck fuck fuck," Bellatrix chanted and pulled the girl by her hair from her own lap, highlighting the fantasy. She was getting angry at this beautiful creature because Hermione had such an effect on her. No one could rile her up quite like this. She was always in control of her own desires; she was in control of the other person's desires. She was not supposed to be this affected. Her juices surely weren't supposed to be dripping down her thighs. She wanted to hurt the girl for this.

But then she looked at the kitten in her hands and the anger was gone. Well, not entirely, but she didn't want to hurt her. Drastically anyway. Hermione was looking at her through hooded eyes, flush coloring her skin from chest to cheeks, pupils blown wide.

"See?" the raven-haired witch said with labored breathing. "I told you everyone has a fantasy. You should go now," she said as she released her.

"What? No!" the soul healer shook her head and got up from her chair, standing right in front of the older woman.

"Don't forget, you have a homework," the criminal winked. "I expect you here tomorrow morning."

"Bellatrix, fuck me! I'll do anything."

"Oh, I know you think so, my sweet," she cackled, but when the young witch didn't budge, she started to push her step by step towards the exit like a predator toying with its prey. The air shifted and the soul healer swallowed. When they reached the metallic door, Bellatrix pressed her against it and tried to decipher the emotion that crossed Hermione's face, but she just couldn't. She wasn't bothered, though. "You're trapped," she said dangerously, eyes boring into her very soul. When the soul healer didn't reply in any way, she attacked her lips.

One hand flew to the side of Hermione's head, scratching the skull, eliciting a moan from her. When the girl opened her mouth to moan, Bellatrix didn't waste a second before invading her mouth with her tongue. Hermione didn't even try to fight for dominance, much to Bellatrix's delight. When the older witch explored every inch of the girl's mouth and enjoyed her taste enough in this hungry kiss, she retrieved her tongue in hopes that the soul healer will try to prolong the kiss and shove her own into Bellatrix's. It worked as planned and once the older witch had Hermione's tongue in her mouth, she bit hard until she tasted blood. The girl let out a surprised squeak and broke the kiss in shock, her eyes widening when there was blood on her fingers after her hand reflexively flew to her aching mouth.

The criminal cackled, enjoying the metallic taste that still lingered on her tongue. "Something to remember me by, pet," she said and stepped away from the shocked soul healer. "See you in the morning," she winked and left the girl whatsoever.

A/N: it's a bit shorter, but it's done. I hope you enjoyed it :)

feedback is always appreciated.