A/N: it's been too long and Im sorry for that. However, I hope this 9k words chapter will make it up to you :)
Bellatrix pushed the soul healer to the metal bars right after the door locked both of them within the cell. She could tell Hermione did what she asked of her. The girl's hair was still disheveled and she was flushed from her cheeks to her chest. The most telling was the smell, though. The Gryffindor smelled like pussy. The older woman purred.
"Such a good girl," she whispered into Hermione's ear and marveled in the tremble she got in reply. Bellatrix pinned one hand above chestnut hair and pulled the other into her mouth, sucking on the fingers still covered in Hermione's juices.
She moaned at the taste and the young witch moaned upon hearing the guttural and raw sound. Even though the soul healer just had an orgasm, she was already wet again, wishing the older woman would just take her right there and then.
"Are you sore?" Bellatrix released her fingers when there was not a single drop of Hermione's essence on them and leaned in, inhaling the girl's scent.
"A little," she breathed out.
"Only a little?" the criminal reprimanded. "I said fuck yourself hard, pet. No vanilla love making. It was my hand fucking you this morning," she hissed.
"I – I did that."
Bellatrix narrowed her eyes and cupped Hermione's sex. The girl's hips bucked and she moaned from the sensation. The criminal studied her, but she couldn't decipher if the Gryffindor moaned from pain or pleasure. She supposed it was the latter as according to Hermione's words, she was not into whatever you are, so Bellatrix supposed she wouldn't get this reaction to pain, but she didn't know. She wasn't sure. So she asked: "pain or pleasure?"
"Pleasure," the girl answered, slightly out of breath.
"That's what I thought," Bellatrix scoffed. "If I fucked you, you would be oversensitive to any touch. I would have to wish you good luck with those jeans you're wearing. Every little touch would border on painful. Yet here you are, bucking into my hand like a greedy whore. I bet you would try to ride my hand for some friction if I let you," she sneered. All in all, the dark witch was disappointed. She wanted to reward Hermione by a proper fuck, but clearly the soul healer hadn't earned it.
"I guess you'll have to show me then," Hermione challenged despite the tears that welled in her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to see the older woman disappointed in her.
Bellatrix cackled. This girl was surely something else. "You couldn't take it," she simply stated and left her at the bars.
"You don't know that!" the young witch shouted in reply, frustrated.
"As a matter of fact, I do. You just showed me."
"I didn't," she said through gritted teeth.
"Oh my love, if it was really my hand, you wouldn't be able to walk," the dark witch replied and closed the gap between them again, pressing Hermione against the bars and closing her hand around the girl's throat. "I'd fuck you until you bleed. I'd fuck you until you begged me to stop because you wouldn't be able to take it anymore. I'd fuck you until your limbs were as useless as jelly."
Hermione moaned and her hips bucked only to meet the older woman's body. "I need to leave for the Ministry," she reminded, suddenly needing a way out from all the overwhelming feelings. Plus, she was already a little late, if she was honest. "I just came here as you asked of me."
Good pet.
"Mmmmh, go on then. We wouldn't want to keep Kingsley waiting now, would we," the criminal purred and stepped away. She watched as the soul healer gathered herself and fled from the cell as if a Dementor appeared behind her.
Bellatrix was however pleased. While she wanted Hermione to fuck herself hard, she didn't really expect her to fulfil that. The most important thing was that the Gryffindor obeyed her and came to her cell as instructed. Even though she was supposed to be at the Ministry. She could be conditioned. All the criminal needed was time.
Hermione tried to calm her racing heart before Flooing herself to the Ministry. More often than not the dark witch terrified her. She was fascinating, sure, but also pretty terrifying at times. And the soul healer was very aware of the fact that Bellatrix couldn't tell she terrified her. If only the older woman drank the potion already… Well Hermione, how could she drink it if you didn't even bring the subject up. But then again, the soul healer knew that the dark witch was nowhere near ready.
She took a deep breath and entered the Minister's office. It was spacious, filled with many magical artifacts and also many documents. Hermione didn't envy the Minister at all. Although she was certain she could organize the mess much, much better.
"Ah, Miss Granger," the man greeted her. "Please, have a seat."
"Thank you, Minister," she replied politely and sat down at his desk. "I am sorry for the delay, I was –"
"I didn't even notice you were late, Hermione," he smiled. "I'd offer you a cup of tea, but I'm afraid our meeting will be rather brief."
The soul healer started to panic inside, but tried her best not to show it. Please don't fire me, please don't fire me.
"That's quite alright," she forced a smile through her developing panic attack. "I prepared a report for you. Detailed progress with each patient. Well, as detailed as possible. I've hit a wall with some of them. I am however working on it."
"You are doing an amazing job, Miss Granger!" he reassured her. "We've never had such progress with them. I am sure you will finish your St. Mungo's training program with an A and you'll be able to apply for any job you desire."
"I'd like to stay in Azkaban," she gave him a genuine smile now when her panic deceased.
"I'm certain that can be arranged. However, I called you here because if someone is lacking in responsibilities, it's me. I am trying to run the Ministry and I am an Auror myself. I simply have about zero time for Azkaban. Voldemort is causing havoc again and we know nothing. We have a new lead and I promised my team I would go with them. I'm already trying to be in two places at once, I can't add a third place into the mix. I resigned from my position in Azkaban and I am trying to find a suitable replacement. Anyone who can spare few minutes a day will be better than me though so the requirements are not that high."
"Do you want me to do it?" Hermione asked shyly. It was not her goal and it would add to her workload, but it was a logical step.
"You're already doing more than you signed up for!" he said and sighed. "That thought crossed my mind, you are more than capable of running such a place, but I need you to focus on the criminals. There's a lot of bureaucracy involved and you're already brewing the potions in your spare time. So no, I can't ask that of you. I sent out a word around here to see if someone will volunteer. I will send you an owl when I have an update."
"Okay," the soul healer nodded, relieved. She didn't want to manage schedule for the Aurors in training, she didn't want to deal with the food supply… Kingsley was right when he said it would simply be too much. She had her patients to worry about, she had Bellatrix. "Let me know then. In case no one will come forward, I can still try to do it."
"That's very generous of you," he gave her a kind smile. "I must leave now. What if this lead actually takes us to him…."
"About that," Hermione stopped him before he exited the office. "Did you know Voldemort's name is Tom Riddle?" she asked.
"Tom Riddle?" he repeated in confusion. "No, I did not know that."
"Yes. And apparently Cygnus Black adopted him. The Blacks raised him. He grew up with Bellatrix."
"Hermione, where did you get this information?" he asked after he stopped gaping at her.
"Well, Bellatrix," she shrugged with a smile.
"This is truly beyond anything I had hoped for! It could change a lot for us. Thank you so much, Miss Granger. I can't wait to tell the others."
"Glad I could help," she beamed. She would have to thank Bellatrix later.
"Let me know what I can get you in return. You can ask for anything."
"That's not necessary," she smiled.
"Oh, it is! I'm afraid I must leave you now, though. Owl me and have a good day," he bid her goodbye and left.
She gathered the Minister must trust her completely if he left her in his office. It made her feel good. She had no ill intentions though, so she dressed herself and left as well, deciding that she should visit a candy shop in Diagon Alley and treat herself something sweet. She deserved it.
After she bought a small bag of sweets (some for Bellatrix), the soul healer decided to have a coffee and cinnamon roll in muggle London. She still had time because she rescheduled all of her morning appointments due to the meeting and it didn't last even half an hour.
While magical cafés were well – magical, she preferred the anonymity and rush of the city. Hermione wasn't famous in the magical world per se, but there were wizards and witches that recognized her. She fought hard for the prisoners' rights. She fought hard for the Dementors to be removed from Azkaban. Not everyone favored her and these opinions. She'd made the headlines handful of times and she'd had some unpleasant encounters with the victim's families.
It was also the reason why she was so set on working in Azkaban – no one bothered her there. And she could see firsthand that her changes had made an impact. The whole system needed a massive reform. It really needed to differ between mentally ill and "evil" people. It needed to differ between children and adults. Now, she didn't say kids shouldn't be held accountable, but they surely shouldn't be placed in this horrid place.
She owed this to Harry.
Hermione sat down in a café in central London and sipped at her latté. She ordered the desired cinnamon roll and took a generous bite. She let out a small moan at the taste, her taste buds satisfied after they got what they wanted. She observed the place and people, noticing a small boy with dark hair and round glasses that his parents undoubtedly got in Primark, waiting for his mom to get coffee. He was not a wizard as Hermione couldn't sense any magical aura, but he reminded her of Harry very much. A tremor rocked her body when she remembered the day they took a very distressed boy with round glasses away from the school ground. In chains.
She didn't know much about mental illness back then, but she just knew in her gut that this was wrong. She tried to tell them that they couldn't take him to Azkaban, but their only answer was that the boy cast an unforgivable. A curse that took another boy's life at that.
She cried a lot that day because Harry was a good kid and he didn't deserve this fate. She also cried because other students were giving her a look for crying over a murderer. They just didn't understand there was more to it than what met the eye. And it was that day she decided to study people's mind and to become a soul healer. She quickly became fascinated with the subject and with the way minds worked. Of course, she became fascinated by criminal minds even more and it bordered nearly on obsession.
The Gryffindor devoured her cinnamon roll and her mind wandered back to Azkaban, to a certain cell with a dark witch inside of it. She just now understood why the primal need for a cinnamon roll – Bellatrix had a unique smell that contained fresh smell of the ocean, sandal wood and a hint of cinnamon.
Well, fuck me. Hermione thought and rolled her eyes. Then she realized she would also very much like that. God, it was embarrassing how much she wanted that. Thankfully that was not a new realization, though. She was quite aware of the fact for a long time.
Bellatrix had her under a spell and Hermione was absolutely fine with it. Sure, sometimes she was terrified of the witch, but it also somehow added to the excitement. Ugh, I'm doomed.
She finished her coffee and gathered her things. She often lied to herself that she was doing this just to help the older witch. Madame Black was mesmerizingly beautiful and smart. She didn't deserve to be locked up in Azkaban. She just needed a little bit of love and care and she would change. The potion would help too. The only catch with that one was that the consumer had to take it willingly. But then again, if Bellatrix saw how much Hermione adored her and loved her, she would surely do it. For her.
She bought another cinnamon roll to go and left the café. Maybe if she satiated her cravings with pastries, she wouldn't turn into a desperate puddle under just Bellatrix's gaze. Yeah, right.
Hermione ate the second roll after her session with Dolohov. As expected, those two hours in her office didn't bring anything new. He was mostly docile, but he wasn't the soul healer's biggest fan. He respected her for the fact she got rid of the Dementors, they all did, but that was it.
She found out he had a family – a wife and a child, and that they moved away from England because it wasn't safe for them. When she mentioned that her parents had to do the same, he only sneered. Of course, she left out the fact that unlike him she also obliviated them.
Her next session was supposed to be with Fenrir, but it was a full moon today and he was always very unstable for a few days prior, let alone on the actual day. When she walked past his cell he jumped to the bars, sniffed the air and bared his teeth at her. Then he growled that she smelled nice. Hermione shivered. His claws were sharp, his eyes were more black than brown and he looked more like an animal than a man. She reminded him to drink the potion and left the place as soon as she could and as far away as possible.
The soul healer decided to visit Harry instead. She went to his cell because the Aurors in training messed up their schedules and couldn't cover the afternoon shift. No one would bring the boy into her office and it's not like their appointment was scheduled.
Harry jumped at her the moment she unlocked the cell and stepped in. Before she could react, he pressed her against the bars, choking the life out of her. Hermione was confused what was happening and for a millisecond wondered where the Aurors were to help her. She realized they simply were not here and that if she wanted to survive this, she would have to do something herself.
There was no way of fighting him off as despite his rather skinny shape and small height he was surprisingly strong. At least in this moment.
Hermione quickly grabbed her wand because he wasn't holding her hands and stunned him with a Petrificus Totalus. His paralyzed form fell to the floor and she gasped for air, clutching her aching throat. A single tear rolled down her cheek while she looked at the boy on the floor. She knew he was in a dissociative fugue state. She knew she couldn't blame him for attacking her, but she also knew all the potions she has given him were supposed to prevent this from happening.
The soul healer swallowed thickly and left the cell, locking it behind herself. Only then did she undo the binding spell.
Harry looked absolutely disoriented. It was clear he didn't understand why he woke up on the floor, he didn't understand why his friend looked so frightened. He adjusted his glasses and tried a weak smile. "Hi, Hermione," he greeted and got up from the cold hard floor.
"Hi, Harry," she replied politely, trying to steady herself. Unfortunately this was also part of her job, but she didn't have nerves of steel. She was shaken. "Do you remember what just happened?" she asked even though she knew the answer.
He seemed to be deep in thoughts, trying to recall how exactly he ended up on the floor. Eventually he just shook his head.
"Well, you attacked me," she said carefully.
"No, I did not!" he gasped. "Why are you making this up? Is it only to hold me here?!"
"I would never do that, Harry," she whispered, his accusation burning her. "Did you take your potions today?"
"No, they make me dumb and I need to be sharp!"
"Please, please take your potions," she pleaded. "And try to think about the night of the incident with Cedric."
"I don't need to. Voldemort killed him."
"Maybe you just don't remember, Harry. Same as you don't remember attacking me just now."
He gaped at her, probably trying to figure out her angle, but came up short. Then his jaw flexed, a shadow crossed his face and he jumped at the bars, gripped it and shouted directly to Hermione's face: "YOU ARE A LIAR! You just want a reason to keep me locked up because you have NONE! You're a liar, you're a liar, you're a liar!"
She ran away with tears in her eyes, his screams echoing through the whole prison. She made it to her office and was ready to leave for today, but a bottle of Dittany that she placed on the table in the morning caught her eye. She promised Bellatrix she would bring it for her scars.
Hermione took the bottle and went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her heated face. Thankfully there was no mirror above the sink, she could imagine how she looked. Her heart was still racing, her chest heaving… Really, Hermione knew she shouldn't get this affected, but Harry was her friend. He was the reason she started to study this subject to begin with so those harsh words cut deep. She would never hurt him.
After the cold water helped to cool her down, she steadied her breathing and exited the bathroom in the direction of Bellatrix's cell. A way she knew so well by now.
"What the hell happened, pet?!" the dark witch hissed right after Hermione came into view in front of the cell. She silently entered, locked the door and sat on the criminal's bed. "I heard screaming and then you come here looking like a mess."
"I just came to apply Dittany on your scars. Give me your hand?" the soul healer said absentmindedly. Okay, she should have stayed a bit longer in the bathroom to properly get over it. She forgot she wasn't about to face someone as dull as Dolohov. She came to see Bellatrix. A beautiful sociopath that could clearly read her like an open book. At least sometimes.
The raven-haired woman grabbed her roughly by her chin and observed her. "Let's try again, shall we? What the hell happened? What's on your fucking neck?" the dark witch asked through gritted teeth. She had a feeling someone was damaging her goods.
Hermione tried to face down, but Bellatrix's grip was unrelenting, sharp nails biting into her skin. "Harry had an episode. It's nothing, Bella," she whispered and realized she didn't think to place a glamour over her neck. But that was most likely because she didn't realize it would bruise.
"NOTHING?!" she shouted and abruptly got up from the bed, pacing in front of it. Bellatrix hated many things in her life, but some of them were especially annoying. For example, when someone touched her property, damaged it or stole it. To think that someone dared to touch and hurt her most prized possession… well, it had her blood boiling. "You will stop seeing other patients, Hermione!" she demanded with a finger pointed in her direction, a raging storm behind her eyes.
"What?" the soul healer breathed out, looking up at the older woman.
"You heard me. I will not let you put yourself in danger like that."
"They are not dangerous, Bella. They need my help as much as you do."
"I. Don't. Need. Any. Help," she said through gritted teeth and started pacing again.
Hermione swallowed any retort she had because she knew it was pointless right now. She sure as hell wouldn't mention the potion either. "No, of course not. You're here of your own free will," she said carefully, healing her neck so it didn't provoke Bellatrix any further. "But they are not and they need me."
"I don't care! I will not let them hurt you!"
"Bella, I'm perfectly fine," she lied. "It was the first incident and as I said, he didn't mean to hurt me."
"Oh," Bellatrix said mockingly. "He didn't mean it so it's fine, isn't it?!" she let out a cruel cackle. "He didn't mean it and therefore it's like it didn't happen!"
The young witch started to fidget on the bed and tried her best to hold herself together. First Harry and now Bellatrix… it was becoming too much.
"Bella, please sit down and let me heal the scars," she pleaded quietly. "I need to go home soon."
"And what's so fascinating at home, hm?" the criminal raised her eyebrow and fixed her jaw.
"Honestly, just my bath and bed at the moment. I'm tired."
The dark witch fixed her with a hard stare before she relented and sat next to the soul healer. "We're not finished yet," she informed and offered Hermione her scarred wrist.
"Okay," the girl nodded. "We'll continue tomorrow then," she replied as she started to massage the ointment onto the damaged skin.
Bellatrix was flexing her jaw, breaths quickened as she tried to work through her rage. If Hermione noticed the wind picked up outside and the thunder getting very loud, she didn't say. Her touch was comforting, though.
"How was the Ministry?" the raven-haired woman asked when the girl took the other wrist.
"Well, at first I thought they were going to fire me, but turned out we will have a new Warden. Kingsley is too busy."
"You mean that someone will take over and will actually be present here?"
"Sounds like it," Hermione sighed. "I didn't want to do it, but I also can't imagine that someone will breathe down my neck all the time," she smiled softly. "But hey, maybe it will be a nice change."
"No, it won't."
"Yeah, it won't," she chuckled. "It is what it is, though."
The dark witch averted her eyes, thinking of what to do with this information. She could solve it before it even happened, but that wouldn't help as they would simply find someone else. Of course, she could kill them all, but it might become a little too obvious. She decided to let it be for now. Who knows, maybe it will be a nice change. She cackled.
Hermione looked at her quizzingly, but didn't really question it. She gently released the wrist and gave both of them a final look to see if she didn't miss any spots. Of course she didn't. If anything, she applied more Dittany than needed.
"All good," she said at last and got up.
Bellatrix hummed and also stood from her bed, facing the girl. "Well, off to bed with you then. And try to do it right this time, hm?" she smirked and cupped a peachy cheek.
"I make no promises. I still think you will need to show me," the soul healer said and closed her eyes, her breath hitching when long fingers made contact with her skin.
"You know I will. Soon," she replied in a sultry tone and Hermione's knees buckled a little after hearing this rich sexy voice again.
"Dammit, I forgot to bring you the bag with candy. I bought you some today," she remembered and her eyes flew open. "I'll bring them to you before I go."
"You bought me candy?" Bellatrix smiled widely like a cat that got the canary.
"Uhm, yes. You like candy, right?" she asked for clarification.
"Oh yes," she purred and dropped her hand. "What did I do to deserve such a treat?"
"Nothing really," Hermione shrugged. "I did however tell Kingsley about Tom. So maybe as a thank you?" she smiled.
"Hermione, I told you to hand this information over by an unregistered owl," Bellatrix growled.
"Right, I forgot," she casted her eyes down. "Will you be in danger?" she asked and looked up again when she realized that she may have jeopardized Bellatrix's safety.
"I won't, but you might be, you fool!" the criminal hissed. "You can't go home. It's not safe."
"I'll put up wards. I'll be fine."
"Meaning you don't have them up yet?" she narrowed her eyes. Like seriously, how naïve could her little thing be?
"Not really?" she grimaced at her own lack of a better judgement. Sure, she hadn't needed them until now, but she did start to work at Azkaban after all. It would be wise to ward her house and herself. "But I'll place them up first thing after stepping out of the Floo."
"OR you could go to my place. No one will be looking for you there."
"Isn't that more dangerous?" she chuckled. "Bella really, I'll be fine. I don't think someone is after me."
"It's usually too late when you start to think that," the raven-haired woman rolled her eyes. "I'm serious, go to my place. I'll show you where it is."
"Not today," she shook her head. "I really am tired. Wards, shower and bed," she listed.
Bellatrix scoffed and played with the idea of making her stay, but before she could even try, Hermione was out of the cell. Fine then, let the girl have it her way. She would just make sure someone stood guard at her door. Incognito, of course. Hermione didn't have to know everything after all.
Hermione settled in bed after a long shower and was quite happy to get some sleep. The wards took more energy than she thought and she was now rather tired. However, she heard a werewolf's howl. Near her house, in the suburbs of muggle London. Well that was not good. The beast was clearly looking for her.
Just as she got up from the bed, Winky apparated into her bedroom. "Missus, Master Greyback escaped," the house elf squealed, pulling at his pointy ears.
There was a loud bang at her door as the beast tried to get inside the house. Hermione grabbed her wand and took Winky's hand: "Take us to Azkaban."
The house elf did that immediately – apparating them into her office. An office, which was completely trashed. The soul healer thanked the elf and sprinted to Fenrir's cell, deciding to deal with the mess later. He was supposed to take the potion, how come he turned?
She found the bars ripped from its hinges, cuffs on the floor and next to them an empty flask. She sniffed it to confirm it was indeed the elixir and even though it smelled a little strange, it was in no doubt the Wolfsbane Potion. She looked around the cell to see what else could have gone wrong. Moon light shined through the window that she requested for Fenrir to have, but the potion was still supposed to do its job. She started to feel very cold as the only garments she wore were her loose pink shorts that pretty much left very little to imagination and white tank top with straps. She cast the warming spell to have at least some warmth and left the cell with the empty flask in hand.
The soul healer wanted to check the potion again, but then she thought of Bellatrix and how she absolutely needed to check if she was safe. What if Greyback hurt her?
She sprinted to the cell, not looking left nor right, not checking anyone else's safety.
The criminal sat on her bed, back against the headboard and book in her hands. She looked up when the cell unlocked and Hermione ran to her. The girl embraced her and then observed her closely. "You're safe and sound, thank god," Hermione breathed out, clutching the criminal like her life depended on it.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" the raven-haired woman asked in confusion, noticing the amount of skin the Gryffindor was displaying with her clothes. Or better, with the lack of it.
"Uhm, Fenrir turned tonight and escaped," she said, reluctantly untangling herself.
"I beg your pardon?"
"He's in his werewolf shape," she looked down. "I wanted to check the potion I made him, but he drank it and trashed my office so I don't have any sample left."
Bellatrix looked her up and down, trying desperately not to bend her down and fuck her since Hermione wore very little to nothing and instead reached for the empty flask and sniffed it. The girl smiled and said: "I did that too. Mostly to confirm it was the potion to begin with."
"It smells strange."
"Yes, I also noticed," she sighed. "Well, I guess I'll go home," she said and got up from the bed.
"Sit down," Bellatrix demanded. "The smell is an important indicator; this potion was not done correctly. It couldn't have worked."
"What?" Hermione looked up at the older woman after she sat down again.
"There's something missing I'd say. Something that didn't turn the potion bad, but it changed the formula enough not to be successful," she concluded after smelling it one more time before putting it on the floor next to bed.
"But I –" she started to say that she added everything needed and ran the final check if the brew was correct, but then she realized she hadn't done that. The soul healer was rather distracted that day. She remembered her thoughts were elsewhere and she mostly brewed the potions on auto pilot. Auto pilot that clearly failed her. She was responsible for Fenrir. She started to tremble.
"Are you cold?" the criminal asked when she noticed the tremors.
Hermione shook her head. To be fair, she was cold, but that wasn't the reason of her approaching panic. She was so distracted by Bellatrix that day that she failed another patient. No wonder Fenrir was after her. "Thanks for your help," she swallowed and got up again. "I'll head home now."
"Hermione, sit!" the dark witch hissed and pulled her back onto the bed. "You said your office was trashed, is that correct?" The soul healer nodded in response. "And why do you think that is?! No one else got hurt here, pet."
"I failed him."
"Nonsense, he's not himself right now. Believe me, he doesn't know. He's driven by different instincts. More… animalistic."
"He commented that I smell nice. Multiple times, actually," the soul healer admitted.
"For fuck's sake!" Bellatrix groaned. "You do know why he's locked up here, don't you?" she sighed dramatically.
"Yes."
"Put two and two together then," she said through gritted teeth. "You're not going anywhere right now so lay down and be a good girl."
"I have to help him!" she exclaimed and tried to get up again. This time Bellatrix had none of it, though. She manhandled Hermione so she laid on her back with her hands pinned on each side of her head. The criminal straddled her for good measure and pinned her down with her body. They were both breathing heavily, looking deeply into each other's eyes.
"Now listen to me very carefully," Bellatrix started to say, holding slender wrists in iron grip. "You can't help him right now. You will only get yourself killed. He's after you and I can tell you're no match for a werewolf. He will rip you to pieces."
"I'll try to talk to him," the soul healer replied defiantly.
That had Bellatrix cackling. She laughed so hard that she had to get back to a sitting position and releasing Hermione's wrists. The girl was shooting daggers with her eyes, not appreciating this mockery. "And pray tell what would you say," she managed between laughter. "Please don't kill me, big bad wolf?" she cackled and clutched her stomach from the laugh.
Hermione looked at her defiantly, her nostrils flaring. "Just let me go," she said at last.
"No," the criminal simply replied and leaned down, stopping only inches from the girl's face.
"No?" she challenged and wriggled to shake the woman off her body. Unsuccessfully.
"No," Bellatrix breathed out and pinned her wrists next to her head again.
"You don't control me!"
"No?" Bellatrix smirked and licked her lips, motion that Hermione observed closely. The girl shook her head. She wasn't so convinced anymore. "Let's recap, shall we?" the criminal said barely above a whisper, the air licking Hermione's lips. "You came to my cell dressed in barely nothing, you planned to leave soon after and yet here you are – in my bed under me. Isn't that where you wanted to get all these past weeks, my pet?" she said with a victorious smirk, releasing one wrist to cup a peachy cheek.
The soul healer leaned into the touch like a starved animal. She wanted to shake her head and deny the criminal's claims, but that would be a blatant lie and they both knew it. Both of them also knew that had she wished it so much, she could leave. She had a wand while Bellatrix didn't. It was her choice to let the criminal dictate her.
"That's what I thought, little one," the dark witch cooed and sat up again, to the protest of the younger woman. "Now now," she tutted and lifted the prison gown over her head, discarding the article on the floor. She sat naked in all her glory on Hermione's lap and the girl moaned at the sight, her hips bucking. Hard nipples were partially hidden behind the wild black curls, but the Gryffindor wanted to take them into her mouth anyway. Then her eyes wandered downwards over the flat stomach to the patch of trimmed curls (no doubt done by magic) where she could already see the hint of glistening wetness and her mouth watered. "Tell me, pet," Bellatrix cocked her head to the side as if in deep thought, "do you still wish to leave?"
Hermione shook her head desperately and her hands flew to pale thighs. She sat up, wanting to kiss the older witch and worship her body, but she was forced to lay back down by a strong hand. "Greedy, are we?" Bellatrix tsked. "Stay down and put your hands on the headboard," she instructed. "You will not touch me without my permission," she clarified and fresh wetness pooled between her legs at how obediently Hermione gripped the headboard and nodded. She smiled, pleased at how good her pet was. Bellatrix liked when things did what they were supposed to. "I believe you deserve a reward!" she exclaimed happily and moved up until her pussy was directly above Hermione's face.
The hunger in hazelnut eyes almost took her breath away. She lowered herself onto the inviting mouth and started to ride the girl's face. Hermione moaned into her core as their bodies collided and started to work her tongue in the most delicious way possible. Bellatrix cast Silencio over the cell to be able to let herself go and then released a guttural moan when the hot muscle entered her.
She leaned against the stony wall, trying to grip anything to anchor herself. She settled on one hand in bushy hair and the other finding a purchase on a stone in the wall. It was obvious her little pet wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but it's been so long for the criminal that she didn't need much. And what she wanted was to use that mouth to the best of her capabilities. "Still your movements, little thing," she instructed and started to grind her clit against the flat tongue. She was most likely choking the girl, but she didn't care. If anything, it only added to the sensation. When she heard the muffled sounds from bellow her, the orgasm took her by force. She screamed in ecstasy and gripped Hermione's hair undoubtedly to the verge of pain.
The soul healer helped her to ride the orgasm out, releasing the headboard in order to finger the older witch into another one. Once Bellatrix registered her intentions, she lifter herself from the hot mouth and barked out: "What do you think you're doing?!"
"I'm better with my fingers," the Gryffindor replied shyly even though she had Bellatrix's juices all over her chin.
"And I told you to keep your hands on the headboard and not touch me without permission!"
"May I touch you?" she asked with big eyes, the flush coloring her cheeks adorable.
"No," the criminal replied with a grin and before the girl could start begging, she lowered herself again. One was not supposed to speak with their mouth full. She started to ride Hermione's face again, maintaining eye contact this time. "Such a good girl you are, such a good pet," she cooed, enjoying the moans that she felt deep inside her core. "Are you wet, my love?" she asked breathlessly, the climax starting to form in her lower belly. The soul healer nodded; the motion very pleasant on Bellatrix's clit. "Do you want to touch yourself?" she asked as the pleasure started to spread to her whole being. The girl nodded again and when Bellatrix replied "Well, you can't," she let the orgasm wash over her. Denying the soul healer pleasure being the final push to completion.
The criminal descended down her body and laid half atop of her. She stroked her cheek and kissed her, tasting herself on thin lips. It was again more teeth and bruising lips than anything else, but Hermione moaned into the kiss nevertheless. "Such a good girl you are," she whispered after breaking the kiss and her hand wandered over the tank top clad torso down to pink shorts.
The dark witch let her fingers slip under the shorts and explore Hermione's wet sex. And wet she was. Dripping in fact. She wasted no time before plunging three fingers into the hot wetness.
The soul healer yelped, not quite expecting the intrusion and then bit her lip to stifle the groan at being filled so much so quickly.
"Just take it," Bellatrix breathed out, setting a merciless pace without as much a chance for the young witch to get used to the penetration. "Take it like the good girl that you are."
"Yes!" Hermione screamed in reply, the burning sensation leaving completely, being replaced by something much better.
"Now now, pet," she cooed while straddling soft thigh, pressing her wet cunt onto the muscle. "We wouldn't want other prisoners to hear, would we?" she whispered to her ear and placed her free hand over the girl's mouth. Of course, she already casted Silencio over the cell, but Hermione didn't need to know that.
The soul healer released a muffled sound, being certain she wouldn't be able to keep quiet during such onslaught. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull when she felt Bellatrix's wetness on her thigh and she flexed the muscle. The need to cum highlighted by the wet pussy grinding on her and the dark witch's subtle moans in her ear.
The raven-haired witch let go of Hermione's mouth to grip the headboard so she could fuck her even harder. She hovered over the girl, pleasuring herself on her thigh and fingered her like a pro. "Open your legs," she growled, testing her obedience. The soul healer spread her legs even further without any protest. Fresh wetness pooled from Bellatrix's core and was smeared immediately by how hard she rubbed her clit against the muscle.
Hermione's head was banging against the headboard by how forcefully Bellatrix was fucking her, but she loved every minute of it. "I'm so close," she choked, gripping the sheets since Bella forbade her to touch her.
"I can feel it, pet," she replied mesmerized. The young witch was surely a sight to see in the throes of pleasure. Bellatrix stopped movements of her hips, focusing solely on bringing the girl to her peak. She wanted to see it. She needed to see it. "Do you want to cum, Hermione?" she husked and added a thumb on the neglected clit.
The Gryffindor nodded furiously, not able to form words, she was so close.
"Then cum, pet. Cum right now," the older witch demanded and curled her fingers, nearly lifting Hermione into the air by her core. As if on switch, the girl's body spasmed, a guttural moan ripped from her throat, her channel tightened around the fingers and she lost conscious for a bit. No one had forced an orgasm out of her quite like this. Never this fast, never this rough.
And Bellatrix watched like a hawk. She watched every muscle twitch, watched the color spreading through peachy skin, watched the erratic raise and fall of her chest, watched the lip bite. It was a show that would be imprinted into her mind forever. And she wanted more. She was always greedy after all.
She stopped massaging the enlarged clit to ease the girl back to earth and instead slipped another finger into her core and started to fuck her again. Hermione protested, claiming it's too much, begging for mercy, but Bellatrix was never the merciful one. She wanted so she took. "You can take it, my perfect little thing. And you will," she rasped out and attached her mouth onto a peachy neck, biting hard. She'd seen enough for now. It was time to take and conquer.
Hermione moaned at the command that left no room for disobedience and gripped the older woman's back, even though she was not supposed to. She needed to anchor herself for the quickly approaching orgasm, though. Or maybe it was still the first one, only prolonged by those sinful fingers? Whatever it was, she had a feeling it might simply kill her. She was never this stretched, it burned at first, but the amount of her natural lubricant disposed of the pain rather quickly. She never fucked herself again after such a strong orgasm and therefore she was never this sensitive inside. She could feel every twitch, every curl, every digit of Bellatrix's fingers moving in her, fucking her into oblivion. She screamed into the nape of Bella's neck, scratching her back from the sheer pleasure.
"Bella, cum with me," she breathed out and moved her hands to the older witch's hips to help her with the frantic movements. She could tell the woman was close. Probably as close as she herself was.
"You're in no position to order me around!" she hissed and closed her free hand around her neck, cutting the oxygen. If Hermione didn't have enough to breathe than she would not have enough to talk. "And hands down," she demanded. She was in control of her own pleasure. Only she herself and no one else. She was also in control of the pleasure that was given. "You're not cumming until I allow you to," she said with an evil grin, observing the Gryffindor closely once again. Somehow she was sure the girl couldn't hold it even if she wanted.
"Bella, please," she pleaded when her oxygen supply was really starting to run out and in contrast her orgasm started to grip at her very being.
"No," the woman replied steadily and started to rub her clit in sync with the movement of her hips. It started to be rather difficult as she was nearing her own release and she never stopped fucking Hermione like her life depended on it, four fingers working her relentlessly.
"Please please please," the girl begged, not able to hold it any longer. Tears ran down her cheeks as black spots started to appear before her eyes.
It was Bellatrix's clue to release her neck before she whispered: "Cum, pet." She didn't give it to her freely as she was certain Hermione was holding her orgasm back to the best of her capabilities. She wasn't trained yet; Bellatrix didn't even expect her to hold this long.
The girl absolutely shattered in her arms, more tears streaked down her cheeks, her back arched, every muscle spasmed and her tight channel was milking pale fingers for long minutes. Bellatrix came just from the sight. The dark witch thought Hermione was absolutely beautiful. Then she started to pump her hand again, determined to absolutely ruin the Gryffindor.
"Oh god, Bella, please stop," Hermione choked as she felt the overwhelming pleasure again. Now it bordered on pain, though. Her body couldn't possibly take any more of this.
"One more time, little bird," she cooed and sucked a hard nipple into her mouth before biting it.
The soul healer mewled, tears running down her cheeks as she tried to breathe and not black out. The criminal tangled her free hand in chestnut curls and pulled, eliciting another moan from the girl. When the dark witch placed her thumb back on the oversensitive clit, Hermione's legs started to shake and she was honestly terrified of what the climax would do to her. The pleasure was so intense that it ached.
"As I'm feeling rather generous, you can cum any time you want, pet," Bellatrix said and sucked on the hardened bud again. She could feel the young witch was close if the tightening of her walls was any indication. Her arm burned from the exercise, but she paid no mind to it. Not when Hermione was coming undone so beautifully. "Cum, little thing," she commanded as she added extra pressure on her clit and bit the nipple.
Hermione, being the good obedient girl she was, did so immediately. Her body convulsed, guttural screams left her lips and then she just sobbed. She felt the waves of mind-blowing pleasure in her toes and at the end of her hair. Her pussy throbbed as never before and tremors rocked her body for minutes after the final wave. She forgot her own name.
Bellatrix watched mesmerized and pulled her fingers out when the strong grip of tightened pussy lessened. She immediately placed them in her mouth, tasting the younger witch's essence. It was now much stronger than when she cleaned Hermione's fingers just this morning. It was rich and tangy, but also sweet and highly addictive.
When she was done, she leaned down again and dried those tears with her tongue, from her jaw up to her still shut eyes. "Don't think I'll let you off the hook so easily next time," she whispered.
Hermione groaned, not being able to do much of anything else. If this was easy then she was sure she would die next time. It was a close call even now.
"Mmmh, yes. Next time I'll fuck your ass, my little thing," she said sweetly and the soul healer again got the impression of a fly in spider's lair. She shook her head, but Bellatrix stopped her with her hand and caressed her cheek. "You will love it," she said in a tone that left no room for argument. "Now sleep," she said as she got up from the bed, straightening the girl's clothes as if nothing happened.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked and opened her eyes with the last energy she had.
"Just by the window," the criminal replied matter-of-factly. "Cover yourself and sleep," she instructed and watched as the soul healer failed to move. She was still breathing erratically, her body trebling now and then. The dark witch sighed and covered her with wandless magic when it was obvious Hermione would probably freeze to death because covering herself required too much energy she didn't have. When the girl was safely tucked under the covers, she dressed herself in the prison gown and watched the ocean. Normally she would leave after the act was done, but this was her cell. She could of course send Hermione away, but clearly the girl had no energy to move and there was also the little fact that a werewolf was after her. While she was not used to cuddles and all that crap, she didn't want anything to happen to her.
When Bellatrix used her things, she placed them back on the shelf. She disregarded them as the fun was over. She didn't know what she was supposed to do when she used the thing and couldn't place it back. When the thing stayed in her bed and she couldn't clean it away. Well, she guessed it was tomorrow's problem.
She looked at the girl peacefully sleeping and vowed to stay up whole night because Fenrir could find his way back and she would be damned if she let him hurt the Gryffindor. She recalled how beautiful Hermione was when cumming around her fingers and she smiled. The soul healer was a perfect pet. She didn't even want to see her suffer. Well, too much.
The criminal summoned the chair from the hall as Hermione forgot to close, let alone lock the cell behind herself and sat down in front of the window. If the crashing waves started to get boring, she still had a book to read from which she was rudely interrupted.
Hermione was awakened by a howl that ripped her forcefully from her sleep. It took her a while to focus and realize where she was and why. The soreness in her lower parts helped to remember, though. Bellatrix's essence still etched on her lips helped as well and finally the dark witch standing guard in front of the bed, shielding her from the outside world, too.
"Fenrir," she contemplated rather quickly and got up herself.
"Stay behind me, Hermione," the criminal hissed. "And give me your wand." Of course, she already possessed her own curved wand, but the soul healer didn't know that and Bellatrix didn't feel like revealing this fact right now.
"I don't think that's a good idea," she said quietly.
"Give. Me. Your. Wand," Bellatrix said through gritted teeth.
The girl weighted her options, but the only conclusion was to do as the raven-haired woman said. "Please don't hurt him," she pleaded as she handed over her wand.
They heard growls before they saw the beast. He carefully approached the cell on two feet, sniffing the air and then he fixed his eyes on the soul healer. He was a huge black werewolf and if Hermione was honest, she was a little scared.
Bellatrix stood directly in front of her, the wand ready in her hand. "Now Fenrir, don't be stupid. She's mine," the older woman hissed. Of course she was not as naïve as the girl to think she could just talk him out of it, but at least she was buying herself time to come up with a solution. He would most likely tear any bounds down. He would be immune to most damaging spells. And Hermione pleaded not to kill him. The criminal rolled her eyes.
The beast growled and jumped through the open door straight in Hermione's and therefore her direction. Bellatrix used his strength against him and while ducking out of the way with the girl, she pushed him through the wall with her magic and outside of the cell into the ocean.
Hermione yelped and ran to the hole in wall, ignoring the burn between her legs, trying to see where he landed. "Get away from there!" Bellatrix hissed. "He will be fine. He's more or less indestructible now. Well, not really, but he can survive this."
"I said don't hurt him," the soul healer said barely above a whisper.
"And I didn't!" the criminal barked out. "We didn't have many options. You either kill or get killed. You forbade me to do that so this was the cleanest solution," she sighed and started to repair the wall, the air freezing. "You better hope he's wounded enough not to try coming in here again."
"It's not his fault, he shouldn't suffer for it," she said quietly.
"Merlin's beard! What exactly do you think would have happened if I didn't do this?! He would kill us both and he wouldn't give a single crap. He's a beast, Hermione. He's not human right now."
The girl nodded and scratched her forearm. "I should inform the Ministry," she said, only now realizing that's what she was supposed to do right away.
"Yes, you should. In the morning when the night is over," the criminal said resolutely and gave Hermione her wand back when the wall was as good as new. "Don't even question it."
The soul healer nodded and made her way back to bed. She knew she was supposed to inform someone, but she also knew it was clearly dangerous during the night. She was the safest here. Ironically.
Bellatrix watched as the girl just laid back down in her bed and sighed. She doubted Fenrir would come back, especially since it was almost morning, but she wouldn't risk it. She could send Hermione to her office, but then she would be too late if he decided to show up. And it was trashed.
Well, a chair it was for the rest of the night then.
"Won't you lay down?" the Gryffindor asked with big hopeful eyes.
"I guess," Bellatrix sighed and made her way to the bed. She really needed to get out of here. She needed to go somewhere where she could simply fuck the girl and then place her back on the shelf as she was supposed to.
A/N: I know Hermione is very naïve here, but the "s/he will change" is always present when dealing with sociopaths/psychopaths. The desired person doesn't even have to have social personality disorder for the "victim" to have these thoughts. It can be just your troubled neighbor, really. The strong belief that you are the one that's gonna help them change their ways is unfortunately the foundation in these relationships.
Hermione has other tricks up her sleeve because she's a witch (and I didn't want to write absolutely careless Bellatrix), but there are no hacks in real life, folks.