A/N: Hi! In case you missed it, I am now posting 2x a week so if you missed Tuesday's chapter, go back and read that one.

Also, Content Warning for this chapter. I don't think it's at Trigger level for most, but I still put ** at the beginning so you can read with care. We see Hermione get revenge and it might be uncomfortable for some.

29 Mar 1999

"You'll be fine," Draco said, kissing her forehead. "Just think about Severus and you'll get through it."

Hermione took in a deep breath and held it before exhaling. They were back at the Manor for the Easter break. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were staying at the castle, but the Dark Lord had requested her and Draco return to Malfoy Manor for the holiday. Death Eater activity had been quiet the last few months because Voldemort didn't want to draw too much attention to their group until after Dumbeldore was killed and she hoped it would continue to be.

They'd had a nice two days whilst the Dark Lord and his other companions were travelling again. He'd returned before breakfast and she filled him in on Harry meeting with Dumbledore but continued to tell him that she didn't really know why. He had smiled at her, told her she was doing a good job and that soon enough the real war would begin. He did tell her that he had no plans to go on any raids. Evidently he was trying to convince a very wealthy man in France to join the cause and he was not a fan of violence. Until he was Marked, the Dark Lord was not doing anything that could be traced back to him or his followers.

As they were eating breakfast, Bellatrix had told her she wanted to take her to Gringotts. There was something there the witch needed and she wanted Hermione to go with her. Draco was convinced his aunt just wanted to show off how large her vault was. Hermione remembered something Bella had said to her months ago about fucking her whist they were surrounded by her jewels and gold. She had thought the witch was just talking nonsense, but now, she had to wonder if Bellatrix was serious.

The only good thing about the Dark Lord's return to the manor had been the confirmation that Nagini was a Horcrux as they thought she might be. Every time the snake entered the room she was in her earrings would heat up. Luckily, Nagini didn't like being in the house too often as it was too noisy for her and there were no mice or rats for her to eat, thanks to some wards Narcissa put up to keep the creatures out.

Draco handed Hermione a phial and she looked at Severus' handwriting on the label. Lust potion. If nothing else, she would be able to take it and let her body go through the motions that her mind didn't want. She would prefer to not touch or be touched by the witch at all, but she was willing to do anything to not blow her cover. Winning the war was her top priority. She slipped it into her beaded bag.

"Hopefully I'll be able to get through it without needing the potion," she said.

"If you're worried you won't be able to get wet, Granger, I'm more than happy to help you out before you leave." Draco moved behind her and gripped her hips, pulling her back to his body and rubbing his cock against her arse. "I forgot how sexy you look in these clothes. I love seeing your tits on display. My cock was hard all through breakfast."

Groaning, she pulled his hands from her hips and placed them on her breasts. Maybe having Draco touch her before she left wasn't a bad idea. Then she would at least be wet. He began to tweak her nipples through the thin lace of her top and she leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder.

Normally having Severus was enough for her, and with the exception of the aftermath of destroying the locket, she'd only been with him since the start of the new year. After she'd been with Draco, Lucius, and Severus the weekend before though, she'd been craving the touch of all three of them. She knew it was lingering sex magic and it would fade soon, but until then, she wasn't opposed to using it to her advantage. And she knew Severus would enjoy watching her memories of her time with the Malfoy men. She had allowed Lucius to share her bed the night before and loved every second of it. Draco pulled hard on her breasts, making her cry out.

"Fuck, Draco!"

His hand slipped into her leather trousers and he began to rub her clit. "Is that what you want, Granger? Want me to fuck you? Want me to fill that tight cunt of yours? Pound into you until you can't walk without taking a healing potion?"

Before she could answer, her door opened and Bellatrix walked in. Draco stopped his hands from pleasuring her and pulled the one from her trousers and rested them both on her hips again.

"Don't stop on my account," Bellatrix said. "I don't mind watching."

She felt Draco shudder behind her before stepping away and towards the door, clearly not wanting to be in the same room with his aunt. Not that she blamed him. What kind of person wanted their aunt to watch while they had sex? She hadn't thought it was strange when Bellatrix had watched them before, but now that she was in her right mind, it made her stomach churn.

Especially since Bella knew both of them weren't acting of their own accord. Bella was getting turned on watching two people she had forced together, forced to act sexually. It wasn't like it was when she was having sex with Draco and Lucius. They didn't get off on watching each other; they were focused on her. The fact that there was someone else there was inconsequential.

"I actually need to leave. Mother wants to have tea. Have fun at the bank." Draco leaned down and pressed a kiss to her ear, whispering that she would be okay and walked out the door.

"We will. Won't we, pet?"

"Of course we will," Hermione answered. She ran her fingers over her hard nipples as she would have before and Bellatrix licked her lips at the sight.

"It's been months since you started sleeping with Severus. Have you found out anything?" Bella asked her, coming over to kiss her neck. Hermione hoped the shivers of disgust at her touch came off as delight.

"He's as enigmatic as ever," Hermione told her. "He doesn't cover his Dark Mark but I am unsure if it's because he knows I'm a Death Eater and doesn't care or if it's because he knows I've already seen it. It was no secret when I was staying at the Order Headquarters that he was a Death Eater. I've tried to bring up Dumbledore but he doesn't say much."

Bellatrix pouted then shrugged. "You'll just have to keep trying. Come on, pet. Time to go."

Hermione followed Bellatrix out of her room and down to the main Floo, Death Eater mask securely in place. As they walked, she explained that they would travel to Gringotts directly so she wouldn't need to wear her mask and could take it off before Flooing. She already had the elves straighten her hair, enjoying the ease of not wrestling with her curls. The goblins didn't care who came in and out of the bank as long as nothing was stolen. And the Lestrange vault was old and big enough that they had special access to the private parts of the building that was reserved only for the richest families.

When they arrived at the bank in a small office, they were taken through a winding back hallway and into the cavern where the carts were kept. Bellatrix helped Hermione into the cart then settled in next to her. As it started to move, Bella's hands began to stroke her body.

"I can't wait to see you in my vault, pet," she said over the sound of the racing cart. Hermione wasn't sure which she hated more, her hands on her breasts or the way the cart sped towards the lowest levels of the bank. Both were sickening and she wanted them to stop. "I want to lick that sweet cunt of yours as you're surrounded by my wealth."

A response wasn't required over the noise and Hermione closed her eyes and imagined it was someone else's hands on her body.

"Such a horny little pet for me. I've missed you. I can't wait until this summer when I can keep you in my bed and play with you. I have so many people that have been begging to join us."

They arrived at the vault, and as soon as the goblin opened the door, Bellatrix told him to wait outside and they would call him when they were ready to leave. Hermione looked over her shoulder at the abused dragon that stood guard. As soon as this war was over, she was saving it. If the goblins thought they could torture an animal around her and get away with it, they had another thing coming. She wished she could do something for the creature now, but it would have to wait a little while longer.

The vault was full of large piles of gold, shelves of goblin-wrought treasures, beautiful antique furniture, and trunks that she assumed contained rare artefacts. She was pretty sure she could spend a week inside and still not see all the treasures it held. She knew the Lestranges were wealthy, second only to the Malfoys, but this was something else.

As Hermione walked deeper into the large vault, she felt her earrings start to warm up.

Fucking Merlin, there's a Horcrux in here.

"I had no idea you were so rich, Bellatrix," Hermione said, trying to make her voice sound like she was in awe as she began to scan the room. She kept her walk slow but her eyes were darting everywhere looking for the Horcrux. Her gaze landed on a small golden cup with a badger on it. That had to be it — it looked like Harry had described — but there was only one way to know for sure. She knew this was her chance. "Is that…? Oh wow." She let out a moan. "Bella, is that Hufflepuff's cup?"

Bellatrix came to stand next to her and Hermione turned and kissed her neck, biting slightly then making sure to run her tongue over the spot. She needed to distract her and think of a way to get the cup out of this vault and destroy it as soon as possible.

"Oh, you like that, pet?" she teased. "It is her cup and it is said to be very powerful. It belongs to our Lord. He has entrusted me with its care."

"I want to touch it," Hermione begged. She bit down harder on the older woman's neck and reached up to fondle her breasts. "Will you let me? I want to feel its magic. I'm wet thinking about it."

"Is that so?"

Hermione slowly unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them down. She took Bellatrix's hand and brought it to her core, still wet from Draco's touch. Releasing her hand, she pinched Bella's nipple. "What do you think?"

"So wet for me already. Go retrieve it," she commanded. "I want to see just how wet you can get."

Moving towards the shelf, Hermione's earrings grew warmer and when she reached for the cup, they flared. Ignoring the heat of them, she took the relic from the shelf and looked at it. It was a thing of beauty and she felt rage that the Dark Lord would defile something from the school she loved. This was a piece of history and instead of being on display for all to enjoy, she would have to destroy it because of him. Hopefully, it would be like the locket and the diadem and they would only have to tarnish it a small amount to kill the soul inside.

"Can you feel its magic?" Bellatrix asked.

"I can," she said, keeping her voice breathy.

She pulled her beaded bag from her body and tossed it onto the floor next to an old sofa, making sure it opened slightly. Keeping the cup in her hand, she approached the witch and ran it over her arm. Goosebumps broke out on Bella's skin where the cool metal of the cup touched her. Reaching around her waist, Hermione pulled Bellatrix close to her.

"I want to fuck you," Hermione growled, backing her up towards the sofa. "Right now."

Bella shuddered in her arms. "Yes!"

Pushing the witch onto the sofa, Hermione kneeled between her spread thighs before using her wand to banish their clothes to the floor. She ran the cup over Bella's breast and watched as her nipples hardened.

"I want to try something, Mistress. Will you let me?"

Bellatrix nodded, and Hermione set the cup on the floor, making sure it was close to her bag. Taking her wand, she conjured a Muggle strap-on harness and a realistic-looking dildo then winked at Bellatrix. She hoped that she would be able to fuck the witch without having to touch her as much as possible. She had the lust potion, but she didn't want to take it if she didn't have to. It was too risky because people under the influence were more likely to talk. And she had too many secrets to keep.

"What is that?" Bellatrix asked.

"Muggles may be useless, but they have a few nice things." Hermione grasped the rubber dick in her hand and ran it over Bella's dripping core. "This is a sex toy. A fake dick so I can fuck your cunt until you scream my name."

Bellatrix reached towards her and ran her hand up and down it. Hermione shifted, allowing the fake cock to rub against her clit.

"Can you make it bigger?" she asked, her eyes growing dark with desire.

"I can." She tapped it with her wand, making the average-sized dildo lengthen and thicken.

"Bigger."

Bellatrix was almost panting now, and her hips were beginning to move, searching for friction. Hermione gave her a smirk. If the witch wanted to be punched in the cunt with a fist-sized dick, that was fine by her. In fact, Hermione hoped it hurt. Bitch deserved to feel some pain.

"Does my slutty Mistress want me to stretch her hole out?" At her nod, Hermione continued to tease her clit with the cock. She increased the size again and slapped it as hard as she could against her cunt. "Is your husband not fulfilling your needs anymore, Bella? Do you need a woman to fuck you? Because you know I can. I can make you feel better than any man can."

** Content Warning **

Hermione didn't wait for her to answer. Instead, she pushed into her with one hard thrust. Bella's eyes rolled back in her head and she cried out. Not waiting for her to adjust to the sensation, Hermione began to thrust in and out of her.

"Rub your clit, Bella," Hermione said forcefully, unwilling to touch her sex. "Show me what a fucking slut you are. I want you to come all over my cock. Soak the cushions."

She grabbed Bellatrix's legs and pulled the witch towards her so her arse was resting on her upper thighs. She was pounding into her as hard as she could and Bella was crying out in pleasure over and over again. Her entire body tensed and Hermione felt the wetness of her come drip onto her legs.

Pulling out, she growled. "Get on your hands and knees, bitch."

"Salazar, yes!" Bella cried out and didn't hesitate to obey, getting on her knees and bracing herself with her elbows.

As soon as she was in position, Hermione slammed back into her. She gripped her hips and squeezed as hard as she could, hoping she was hurting her. Releasing one hip, she grabbed Bellatrix by the back of the neck and smashed her face into the sofa. She may not be able to get back at the witch for all she had done to her, but she could take out a little of her frustration this way. And she felt powerful fucking the bitch into submission.

Without warning, Bellatrix reached back and grabbed her left forearm. Hermione wasn't expecting it and a jolt of desire shot from her Dark Mark to her core like it always did when another Death Eater touched it. She hadn't planned on doing anything more than working out some of her anger, but now… now she was turned on.

Oh, fuck! She was going to come. She couldn't help it. Between the desire from her Mark and the way the strap-on was pushing against her clit, she was a lost cause.

Bellatrix screamed out louder than she had ever heard her before, her entire body tensed then went limp and the witch collapsed beneath her. Hermione kept fucking her, no longer punishing the witch, but chasing her own release that was so close.

"Fuck!" she cried out as she came.

** End of Warning**

Her body wanted to go weak as she came but she fought against it. Bella was still motionless on the sofa but Hermine could see the rise and fall of her back. Knowing she didn't have much time, she vanished the strap-on and slid off the sofa. Picking up her wand, she quickly cast a Gemino charm on Hufflepuff's cup and slipped the original into her purse, making sure to push it as far down as she could.

With another wave of her wand, her body was cleaned and she redressed herself and Bellatrix.

Her heart was pounding. She couldn't believe she had just done that. Not just finding and stealing a Horcrux, but successfully fucking Bellatrix to buy her the time she needed. She felt an odd combination of powerful and disgusted but tried to brush it off. Sometimes you had to sacrifice to win wars. And if fucking someone with a strap-on was what she had to do, she wasn't going to feel bad about it.

The witch on the sofa stirred and Hermione gave her a smirk. She needed Bellatrix to believe that she was still under the spell and whilst in her right mind, she'd never touch the older witch, she'd been receptive before.

"I had no idea you could fuck like that, pet," Bellatrix said, her voice thick. "Was it this vault that turned you on? Did you like fucking around my wealth?"

"It was so sexy, Bella," Hermione told her. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I can't wait to do it again."

Bellatrix gave a small laugh as she began to scoop Galleons into her purse. Hermione picked up Hufflepuff's cup and hoped the look on her face was longing before placing it back on the shelf she'd found it on.

"Come on, pet. Our Lord will be missing us if we're gone too long. He has been waiting for this money for a few hours already."

Hermione arrived back at the Manor and left Bellatrix to find the Dark Lord as she made her way to Draco's room, claiming they had to study. She hoped he would be waiting for her to return. They hadn't agreed on anything, but she knew his room was warded and she wanted to be as safe as possible. She forced herself to not hurry as she made her way up the stairs and into the family wing of the house.

She breathed a sigh of relief as Draco opened his bedroom door to her and she shut it behind her and cast every ward she could at it.

"You have one?" Draco asked, his voice quiet. "I can feel it."

Hermione pressed her fingers to her lips and made her way into his bathroom. She quickly turned on the shower before facing him. She wasn't taking any chances they could be overheard by his parents who didn't know about the Horcruxes yet. She pulled the cup out of her purse but didn't let Draco touch it. She could feel the magic on it and didn't want him exposed to it. Everything on Horcruxes she had read said that people could become attached to the objects, even in a short amount of time.

"It was in her vault," she explained, whispering, just in case. "I made a copy and took this one. We need to destroy it."

"We can't do it here. What if he felt it? Can we call Dobby? He can take it to Severus."

She nodded and quietly called the elf's name. He appeared before them in an instant and gave a low bow but his eyes were darting everywhere. It wasn't until that moment that Hermione remembered that Dobby had been a slave in this house and asking him to return was cruel. Logically, she knew he had been Draco's elf, but the implications of that hadn't sunk in.

"Miss Hermione be calling Dobby?" he squeaked out.

"Sorry to make you come back here Dobby," she said quickly, hoping to allow him to leave as soon as possible. "Can you take this to Professor Snape? He'll know what to do with it. Please make sure no one else sees or touches it. Not even the Headmaster. Do you understand?"

"Dobby understands. He is a free elf and will do as you ask. No one can be making me give it to them. I be giving it only to the Potion's Master."

Holding out the cup to him, she saw his eyes go a little wide but he didn't say anything. She could only assume he could feel the Dark Magic in it. Or maybe he knew what it was, or recognised the feel of it from the diary Lucius had given Ginny. Hermoine handed it to Dobby. He took it and gave them a quick nod before snapping his fingers and disappearing with a crack. Hermione kicked off her heels and began to unbutton her trousers when Draco gave her a questioning look.

"You don't want to know what I had to do to acquire that," she told him. "All you need to know is that I need a shower." She glanced at the clothes she tossed on the floor. "Can you ask one of the elves to clean those for me whilst I'm bathing?"

He nodded and summoned an elf as she stepped under the hot spray of the shower. She didn't regret what she'd done, but she didn't want Bellatrix's scent on her for the rest of the day either.

Severus looked up from his cauldron as a loud crack echoed off the stone walls. Before he could even process that Dobby had appeared in his lab, the chain on his ankle began to heat up. He quickly placed a Stasis over his potion and moved towards the elf.

"Where did you get that?" he asked, pointing towards the small golden cup in the elf's hand.

"Miss Hermione be giving it to me and telling Dobby to be giving it to no one but you," the elf said proudly.

"Thank you, Dobby. You've done well." Severus hesitated for a moment. He wanted to kill the blasted Horcrux but he knew he needed to call Potter and the Weasleys. They had all promised that if they found a Horcrux they would destroy it together. "Will you please find Messrs Potter and Weasley and Miss Weasley and tell them to meet me here?"

"Yes, sir."

Dobby handed him the cup before he snapped his fingers and was gone. Severus set the Horcrux on his workbench and moved to the warded cabinet against the far wall. He knew he could use Fiendfyre to destroy it like he had thought about doing with the locket, but it was too risky to use that Dark of magic without having a sexual outlet. Plus, that would destroy the cup completely and if they were lucky, the venom wouldn't.

He only had to wait a few minutes for the three Gryffindors to appear. As soon as they walked in, the two Weasleys' eyes went wide before scanning the room. All three sets landed on the small cup that was shining in the light of his lab. He assumed that, like him, their jewellery had begun to heat up as soon as they were in the presence of the Horcrux, and Harry would recognise it from the memories he watched.

"Where did you find it?" Potter asked.

"I didn't," he told them. "Dobby brought it back from Hermione. I can only assume she found it in Malfoy Manor."

"How are you going to kill it?" Mr Weasley asked.

"Basilisk venom, same as before." Severus pulled out one of the small phials he'd extracted from the Chamber of Secrets. "Mr Wealsey, I believe it is your turn. Unless Mr Potter wants the honours."

"Is it going to attack me?" Ron asked.

"Possibly. But it is not capable of actually harming you. It can talk to you, but if we put enough venom on it, it will die quickly. We used two drops on the diadem and six on the locket. I think we can use four on the cup since I believe it was made before the diadem and will have a larger soul fraction in it, but less than the locket. The only way to know is to try it."

"Is it safe to destroy it in here?" Miss Weasley asked, looking at the potions in various stages around the workbench.

Severus glanced around his lab. Besides the potion he was working on, the room was filled with ingredients and most of them were rare and costly. And some, like the Basilisk venom, were almost impossible to get and damn near priceless. If something happened, it would take thousands of Galleons to replace half of his stock. After what happened with the diadem and locket, he wasn't willing to risk it.

"Good thinking. Potter, do you have your map on you?" he asked. When Potter nodded, he continued. "Let's use it to make sure we aren't intercepted. We can destroy it in the Room of Requirement."

The four of them made their way to the seventh floor only having to divert twice to avoid Peeves and Mr Filch. Severus walked back and forth in front of the room until the door appeared. The space they entered was clear of everything. Just an empty room with high stone ceilings. He pulled the cup from his pocket and placed it on the floor.

"Remember, place the drops in as quickly as possible and then cast a Protego. I'm not sure what it will do."

Handing Mr Weasley the phial of venom, they all backed away. Severus placed the shield charm around them as Ron opened the phial and filled the dropper halfway. He placed the open bottle on the floor a ways away from the cup, placing a shield charm around it, and Snape had to admit that he was impressed with the boy's forethought. A knocked over bottle that size was worth at least two hundred thousand Galleons.

"Ready?" Ron asked and they all nodded.

The room stilled as he pressed the stopper and four drops fell into the golden cup. As soon as the venom hit the cup the air in the room began to swirl and Severus knew that if they had been in a room with anything in it, everything would have been picked up and tossed about. As it was, nothing happened except Mr Weasley falling onto his backside and the cup falling onto its side and rolling back and forth until it settled.

Compared to the rush of water they had been drenched with in the Chamber of Secrets and the blast of Dark Magic from the locket, it was very anti-climatic. But he didn't need theatrics to be happy that one more part of the Dark Lord's soul was destroyed.

"I thought it would be more exciting," Miss Weasley said.

"Yes, well, at least it is over," Severus told her. "And now we just have Nagini and Mr Potter to take care of, unless we're missing any."

"I can't believe so much of the fight with Voldemort is being done without his knowledge," Potter remarked. "I was expecting battles and things like that. I think I prefer this way."

"So do I. Fewer bodies." Severus looked at his watch. "Get to your dorms. I will clean up in here."

As soon as they were gone, he pulled the Sickle from his pocket and told Hermione that it had been destroyed. He went through his mental list of possible Horcruxes again as he put the stopper back in the phial of venom and picked up the cup to take to the lab and add to the collection of other ex-Horcruxes.

As he placed the cup in a strongly warded box in his lab, he thought about the three items he was storing. Besides Gryffindor's sword, the cup was the most well known of the Founder's items. It had been missing for a few decades, but before that, it had been on display in the Ministry a few times. Ravenclaw's diadem had become a thing of legend, no one knowing what happened to it, even whilst Rowena was still alive. And no one had ever heard of Slytherin leaving something behind. Harry had told him the locket had been passed down in the family until Voldemort's mother had it. And now all four items were back in the castle. And except for the damage where the venom had landed, they were in wonderful condition. When this war was over, he thought they should be displayed at Hogwarts. If not in the Entrance Hall, at least in the Headmaster's office.

He hovered his finger over the items in his box, not touching them but going through his list again. The diary, ring, diadem, locket, and cup were destroyed. And hopefully, just two more to go until the Dark Lord would be mortal once more.

A/N #2: Not gonna lie... That scene will Bellatrix is one of my favourite of all time. I hope y'all enjoyed Hermione's revenge.