Chapter 6 - Truth or Dare (Bellatrix's version)
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It's true, she's back.
Hello humans. I'd like to leave a little note here… the last time I had updated this story was 2016 I believe? Maybe 2017? Four-ish years later I've had the urge to write again.
Quick update about my life, between the last chapter and this chapter I've finished my degree, had many jobs, am writing a novel, in a very healthy and long term relationship… I'm in a very different place than my previous stories. I won't make any promises about updating regularly, hell I may not even post another chapter after this. But through writing my own novel, I've found that returning to fan fiction is a great way to exercise my brain and take breaks from the world that I've built.
Disclaimer, but also important ethical note - I'm not JK Rowling, and I'm not making money off of this. I want to acknowledge the harmful comments that Rowling has made towards trans folks. Please know that I am supportive of folks who are trans, 2-spirit, gnc, and non-binary, know that you're loved and are valid.
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"It's called truth or dare" Hermione said, leaning back against the sofa she was on. She had been reading one of the books that Minerva had gifted her. It had absolutely fascinating, until the raven haired witch had come storming into the room, demanding to know what a 'truths and dares' was.
"Truth or dare? Is that some sort of curse?" Bellatrix's brows furrowed. The older women sat on an armchair opposite Hermione, and rather unceremoniously at that. Her long legs were draped over one arm rest, while she practically dangled her upper body over the other. Hermione tried very hard not to stare as Bellatrix's skirt hiked up, showing off her toned legs.
Regathering her focus, she rolled her eyes, "Not everything is a curse Bellatrix. Some people prefer to have fun."
Bellatrix scoffed at this, "Curses can be fun."
"Not if you're on the receiving end." Hermione muttered under her breath. "Anyways, why are you so curious about it?"
Bellatrix pursed her lips together, as if in deep thought. "I think it was fifth year. A couple of the Hufflepuff girls were going on and on about a riveting round of truth or dare they had partaken in. I obviously wanted to learn more, but when I ever so politely asked them, they said it was a muggle game. I thought they were lying and turned their hair blue."
"It is a muggle game." Hermione chimed in, choosing to ignore Bellatrix's need for revenge.
"Yes I know that. But until a few months ago, I'd had absolutely no interest in anything muggle."
"So what are you saying?" Hermione asked, but when all Bellatrix did was cock her head to one side, Hermione sighed and offered a suggestion. "Would you like to play truth or dare?"
Bellatrix rolled her eyes and gave the most dramatic sigh humanly possible and said, "Sure. I suppose if that's what you'd like to do."
Hermione grinned despite the infuriating woman and sat up straighter. Things had been a little rough at first after the war, everyone running around and whatnot. Minerva had tasked her to keep an eye on Bellatrix, and while Hermione had been hesitant at first, she couldn't quite imagine her life any other way. There were times however she was shocked they hadn't killed each other, but the world was full of surprises.
"Alright. Typically the game is played with more than two people." Hermione began, and Bellatrix promptly interrupted her.
"Then we can't play? Stupid game-"
"Bellatrix! You didn't let me finish. Typically it's played with more than two people, the real risk is the audience. But because it's just us, we can take turns." Hermione was pleased as Bellatrix simply nodded and hoisted herself up to a more upright position.
"Alright, the way it works is I can ask you 'truth' or 'dare', and you have to choose one. If you say truth, I get to ask you any question and you have to tell the truth. If you say dare, I have to dare you to do something and you have to do it."
"I have to do it? This game sounds exactly like the imperious curse!" Bellatrix protested.
"No, you don't have to. Nobody is forcing you of course. But it's part of the fun to assume the person will play along. If you don't want to do the dare or answer the truth, you can choose to forfeit. Which usually involves some light punishment."
"What sort of punishment?" The raven haired witched ran a perfectly manicured finger down her wand. Hermione couldn't help but follow with her eyes, until Bellatrix's suggestion. "Crucio Granger?"
Hermione's eyes widened a bit, "Merlin! No, not the cruciatus curse. It's more like drinking hot sauce or something."
Bella nodded. "Alright. I'll go first."
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. Hermione I dare you to-"
"You have to ask first." Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Okay fine. Hermione, truth or dare?"
Hermione leaned forward slightly, "Truth."
Bellatrix gripped both arm rests on the chair. "What? No! I wanted you to choose dare! I have a dare for you!"
Hermione was enjoying this, but tried to keep the smirk off her face. It was sort of fun getting to toy with the older with. "But I chose truth. Maybe I'll choose dare next time. C'mon, ask away."
"But how do I know you're telling the truth?" Bellatrix frowned.
"Typically it's an honour system." Hermione replied, but then a thought crossed her mind. She probably wasn't going to get a truthful answer from Bellatrix, so she might as well make this interesting. Remembering something she had picked up from an old book, Hermione stated, "Truth charm. It won't force anything out of you, but it'll tie your tongue into a knot if you lie."
"Have at me." The older witch stated brashly.
Ignoring the confusing heat Hermione felt in her stomach, she flicked her wand. A light tingling settled over her tongue, the charm was active.
"Are you sure you don't want a dare?" Bellatrix prodded, biting her lower lip.
"Is that your question?" Hermione countered, avoiding the answer. Of course she was intrigued by what the older woman would possibly dare her to do, but she wanted to get a sense of Bellatrix's strategy first.
Slumping back on her chair, the older witch pouted for a moment. Hermione tried very hard not to stare at her perfect lips… Which had now shifted into the slightest smirk, clearly the older witch had noticed. Hermione felt a light blush creeping on her face, and forced herself to look anywhere but at Bellatrix.
The other woman however, had come up with her question. "Mione," she began, and Hermione felt a shiver make its way up her spine. "What's the worst thing you've ever done?"
The younger brunette sat there for a moment, blinking. War had made her do all sorts of things- things she felt she'd never make up for. She tended to stay away from war talk around Bellatrix though, there was too much… tension between their allegiances. She was pulled out of her thoughts when Bellatrix gave an impatient huff, finally Hermione settled on something else.
"I sent Dolores Umbridge off into the Forbidden Forest to be taken prisoner by Centaurs."
Bellatrix looked at her for a moment, as if trying to read her mind. Fortunately, Hermione had plenty of time to practice occulemency, and had learned to keep her ever-prying housemate out of her head. Giving up, Bellatrix said, "That's dark."
Hermione shrugged, "She tortured children."
Bellatrix nodded at this, then threw her arms up in the air. "My turn! Do me."
Feeling another blush at the dark-haired woman's choice of words, Hermione ran her hands through her hair. Its not like she hadn't considered truth or dare as a means for seduction, she just wasn't sure if Bellatrix Black was the safest witch to be playing with.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"What?" The younger witch asked, surprised, "I assumed you would've chosen dare."
Bellatrix licked her lips before she spoke, Hermione tried not to notice. "You choose truth. Tit for tit."
"I believe the expression is tit for tat." Hermione corrected her.
"Really Granger? You sure you don't want to see my tits?" The older witch leaned forward slightly, her breasts heaving against that damned corset she insisted on wearing.
"Pardon?" Hermione's eyes widened, "I believe I'm the one asking you a question."
"You're taking too long." Bellatrix drawled, her mischievous grin replaced with an eye roll.
Feeling a surge of defensiveness, Hermione felt her Gryffindor beginning to shine through. But was it courage or stupidity… she took a breath and gathered herself. "Bellatrix, do you want to see my tits?"
Dark eyes widened for a moment. Bellatrix looked like a deer caught in headlights, as if she were contemplating tying her tongue. Hermione raised an eyebrow at the woman's hesitancy, but it only lasted for a brief moment. Bellatrix slowly allowed her lips to part slightly, and looked at the young witch with heavy lidded eyes.
"I want to see all of you." Bellatrix purred, her eyes trailing up and down Hermione's body appreciatively.
Hermione's breath hitched slightly, and she could feel an uncomfortable warmth between her thighs. Then with a sudden realization about whose turn it was about to be, the words oh no crossed her mind.
As if the older woman could sense her thoughts, she asked with a slight growl, "Truth or dare Mione?"
Before she could help herself, the word spilled out of her mouth. "Dare."
The satisfied grin that spread across Bellatrix's face was absolutely predatory. Hermione's heart was beating far too loud for her liking, she was certain the older witch would see her pulse beating.
Her chest still heaving, Bellatrix uttered a single word. "Strip."
Oh Merlin… was all that was going through Hermione's mind. She wished her hands would quit shaking, and silently cursed herself for not being to hide how flustered she was. She was about to pick up her wand to vanish her clothes away, when a low growl came from Bellatrix's throat. "No magic."
Hermione nodded and subconsciously licked her lips, which wasn't apparent to her until she caught Bellatrix following her tongue with her eyes. Hermione raised her fingers and undid the buttons on her sweater, dropping it rather unceremoniously on the sofa. She then pulled off the tank top she'd been wearing underneath, all the while feeling Bellatrix's eyes on her. The brunette paused for a moment, wondering if the game had gone too far, but the soft groan that left Bellatrix's lips as Hermione pulled down her jeans sent a rush of arousal through her.
Finally, Hermione stood there in her underwear and bra. Bellatrix raised an eyebrow and gestured at her, "Done so soon?"
Hermione blinked, "You want me to keep going?"
A slight nod from the woman was all Hermione needed. She unclasped the thin lace bralette she had on, and then hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear. She raised her eyes to meet Bellatrix's as she pulled them down her perfectly toned legs. The older woman look as though she planned on devouring her, yet she stayed still.
Hermione didn't dare sit, instead she remained standing totally naked in front of the former death eater. She felt the cool air nip at her skin lightly, and very quickly noticed as her soft, rosy nipples hardened into peaks under Bellatrix's gaze.
"Truth or dare?" Hermione asked, barely a whisper.
"Truth." Bellatrix said cockily, very well aware of the teasing she was doing.
Hermione had about a thousand questions in her head, but instead settled for the most pressing, ever since the two of the had developed this strange… friendship?
"What do you want from me?"
Rather than answering right away, Bellatrix stood up from the arm chair and slowly approached the younger witch. A long thin finger gently caressed Hermione's cheek. She shivered, and somehow Bellatrix managed to get even closer, the top edges of her corset achingly rubbing against Hermione's hardened nipples. She was sure it was game over, Bellatrix must be able to smell her arousal from here… there was no going back.
Bellatrix moved her finger to draw Hermione's jaw closer, and breathed "Everything."
And that was all it took. Hermione threw her arms around the older witch and crashed her lips on Bellatrix's. She ran her tongue along her bottom lips and Bellatrix let out the most primal moan. Hermione took the opportunity to kiss her deeply.
The older woman returned the kiss with as much fervour, her hands ran up and down Hermione's body, gripping her curves and scratching at her delicate skin. The ridges of Bellatrix's corset created much needed friction on the younger witch's nipples, to the point where she could barely stand.
Hermione gasped and broke the kiss briefly as Bellatrix thrust her hand between their bodies. Two long fingers entered her with ease. Hermione's wetness was practically dripping down her legs. After not nearly long enough, Bellatrix withdrew her fingers.
She let out a soft mewl, which Bellatrix was thoroughly enjoying. The dark-haired witch pushed her onto the sofa and spread Hermione's thighs open. Kissing down the naked woman's body with hunger, she quickly settled between her thighs. Bellatrix inhaled the scent of Hermione's arousal, and felt her own orgasm building. Not one to waste time, Bellatrix thrust her tongue into Hermione's folds, absolutely lapping up the wetness that had built up.
Hermione let out a muffled moan as she felt herself becoming more and more stimulated by the gorgeous woman. Her clit began to stiffen in anticipation as the older woman absolutely devoured her. Bellatrix's hands had been clawing at her back, her thighs, really anything she could use to grip herself while Hermione writhed under her.
Then without warning, Bellatrix pulled away. Hermione let out a soft cry, she was so close. "Bellatrix… pl-"
"What was that pet?" The older witch looked down at her with an absolutely sinful smirk.
"Please Bella… fuck me please!" Hermione cried.
Bellatrix was surprisingly strong, and Hermione was never more grateful for it. The older woman practically flipped Hermione around so that she was bent over the sofa. Her arms extended to brace herself against the sofa's frame, her ass up in the air. And her long legs spread for the witch behind her.
Bellatrix had a low growl and ever so lightly ran a hand down Hermione's ass cheeks. Then without warning, smacked her.
The younger with yelped and surprised herself by asking, "More, please Bella!"
With a delicious grin, Bellatrix obliged, smacking her ass until it was pink and lightly stinging. Then she stroked Hermione gently, and spread the woman's cheeks apart. Bellatrix muttered something under her breath, then the sound of a dropped wand echoed in the room.
Hermione tried to turn her head, but Bellatrix held her still. "Tell me if this hurts, my sweet girl."
Her questions were answered as Hermione felt it. An absolutely massive cock entered her. Bellatrix was gentle, slow, and incredibly skilled. It made Hermione wonder if the woman had transfigured her anatomy before- but all thoughts quickly exited her head as the older woman began to pump faster and faster into her.
Bellatrix had one hand gripping Hermione's hip, and lightly trailed the other down her back, until stopped just above her ass. "Tell me if it feels good pet." She whispered, and Hermione felt it, the tip of Bellatrix's finger gently teasing her hole.
Hermione's legs nearly gave out under her. "Yes, oh yes it feels good."
"Good." The older witch stated and continued to thrust deeper and deeper into Hermione, who had stuck her own hand between her legs. Hermione massaged her clit and Bellatrix penetrated her and fondled her ass. The young with could feel the pressure building to an insurmountable peak-
And then she came everywhere.
Her body shaking, she felt Bellatrix ever so gently pull out the transfigured cock. Somehow Bellatrix had vanished her clothes away during their escapade. She sat on the sofa, and pulled Hermione on top of her, running a soaked finger through her hair.