Hermione and Bellatrix journey through quick fame but it comes at a price. Sexual content and language.
Bellatrix struggled, she put everything she had into forcing her hips into these tight leather chaps. It wasn't Hermione's idea to go with a western theme but she agreed to it and well she out voted her.
"Do we really need those blasted things on while I do this?"
Bellatrix found no privacy with these camera people, it made her life a living Hell.
"Glen wants everything for the documentary."
"Uggghhhhhh!" One last pull and she did it, the chaps were on, ass sticking out of two perfectly cut holes.
Shauna the PA wandered into her room, "Looking good, Miss Lestrange!"
Bellatrix checked herself out in Shauna's makeup mirror, "Not bad. Now get out!"
Shauna stayed behind, she was a little older than Hermione but a pest all the same, "We still need to do something with your hair and they want you to wear this mask."
"Is it a bag over my head?"
"No it's like The Lone Ranger."
"The who?"
"Oh, sorry, I forgot you never drop character. You know, westerns? It's like what bandits wore."
Bellatrix shook her head at the thought, when she saw props they had she was slightly optimistic, she knew about guns but the shiny silver pistols turned out to be fakes, they only shot blanks the pity.
"Where is Hermione?"
"I think she's having her interview right now. She still needs to be fitted into wardrobe."
This really ticked Bellatrix off, "I wake up in the bloody wee hours of the morning to squeeze my hams into this getup and she's not even ready?!"
Shauna backed away, everyone by now was used to her outbursts, Hermione was the only one that could calm her down, one day she choked a PA because they were all out of those Danish pastries she liked.
Hermione was wearing her Hogwarts clothes for the interview, it was the look most people online were accustomed to by now. Six months of hard work on an album at first thought to be only a novelty act, after all, who would get behind a young rapper across the pond making rhythms about being a witch, and this is where they were. After talking to record producer Glen, Hermione was able to keep up her persona and was into his suggestions even when Bellatrix wasn't.
"So, we understand that you have achieved international fame in a very short time, quicker than most would get in their lifetime."
"Yes," Hermione smiled, "I guess I know the people."
"So this whole magic world persona, you seem to have created this whole mythos," Hermione remained smug, she didn't want people thinking she was phony but she also knew exposing the magic world might not be what the Ministry of Magic would be keen on; as long as the Muggles thought it was all pretend, what harm would it do? "Your story goes that you were a student, a witch at this school called Hogwarts. You started rapping about being tired of life, your struggles and also very explicit lyrics."
Hermione watched the interviewer try not to laugh saying 'Hogwarts', "I'm very serious as you can tell. But I like expressing myself, I don't see an issue in that."
"Your number 15 song on the Billboard charts, 'Head', has the lyric: 'I want your girlfriend's poon, I don't need a spoon, I'll lick it clockwise, upside, I'm always down to pound'."
Hermione shrugged, "That's just me having fun."
The interviewer continued, "I love big titties, Cs, D, double Es, let me suck them, slap them, rub all over them. 69 and dine..."
"Now you're just speaking the whole song!" Hermione giggled.
"Well you have to admit," he said wiping his brow, "They are quite outrageous."
"Matter of opinion. But I always believe in pushing the envelope."
"Don't you care what parents say?"
"Why would parents be letting their children listen to such a thing? That's my concern."
"Do you think this music is empowering?"
"Most certainly."
"What do you your parents think of you doing this?"
"They support me 1000%."
"Are you a lesbian?"
Hermione was taken aback, she should have known his game, giving her all of these rapid fire questions, expecting her to reveal too much.
"What makes you say that?"
"Well...," he cleared his throat, "You do talk about other women quite frequently. You speak about diving into a swimming pool of girls, spanking girls, showering, playing with breasts, ass and hmmm."
"Hmmm?"
"Well, it is very outspoken?"
"Well, sir, I'm not answering your question. I'll just let the people decide for themselves."
"So you're not in a relationship with your dancer?"
"What?" Hermione found this strange, of all the things to ask.
"Well, you seem very close to this mystery dancer, she always wears a mask or has her face obscured..."
"That's for her protection."
"Oh? Is she famous?"
"Well, duh," she laughed.
"I mean, is she someone already famous?"
Hermione grinned, "She was to me before she started twerking."
The interviewer gave up on the other questions on his clipboard and probed, "How did you find her?"
"Just found her one day. She thought I was mad when I told her to dance for me. But look at us now."
"Look at you now."
Bellatrix stood on the western set in her villain getup, growing impatient with every second that passed and Hermione wasn't there.
"I'm going to kill Glen!"
"Damn, girl!"
Hermione walked around Bellatrix to get a look at her in her all black bandit outfit, her bulbous ass even bigger with all of the constant sweets she'd been consuming, spilling out of the back.
They were directed to be in a gunfight, a strike of noon on the giant town clock on this old set that was reconstructed for this video; Glen made sure to have the heat cranked so the cameras could pick up sweat on both women. Bellatrix had to say, she found Hermione in her white and brown cowgirl outfit adorable, something that would normally make her grow nauseous just speaking.
The video didn't end with either of them getting shot, Hermione was too outsmart Bellatrix, get behind her, give her ass a nice slap and tie her up like a bull with her lasso.
"Tied up. That's a new one," Bellatrix said, aroused at the feeling of the rope tied tightly around her.
"That's a cut!"
Bellatrix waited to be untied but everyone was either clearing equipment or going to the craft service table, "Excuse me? Hello? Am I invisible?" She forced her body to turn when she caught that little witch leaving her to go to one of the food tables, "You're not leaving me here?"
Hermione froze and turned to her nice and slow, "I was er, just going to get you something."
Bellatrix groaned, "Then hurry up and get me out of this!"
"Are you sure? You've never looked more ravishing," Hermione teased.
"Now!" Bellatrix barked.
Hermione jumped and went to the table.
It was an exhausting day but it wasn't over, Glen had this weird Sci-fi video he wanted to film where Hermione gets abducted and Bellatrix would be an alien that required extensive makeup.
Eating their pastries, Hermione reviewed text messages, one about an important reschedule she'd forgotten about, "Oh snap!"
"What?" Bellatrix asked, neglecting to wipe white cream off her face.
"Nothing just my parents wanted to have dinner this evening."
"So, let's go."
"Uh, wait you want to come with me?"
"Huh? No I mean that would be weird."
"Why?"
"Well because..."
Hermione waited for an answer but it wasn't coming, she was stalling, "Come on we can take a break from the cameras and everything."
On one hand she'd be away from all of these muggles but on the other she would have to visit Hermione's parents, two probably equally annoying people and worst of all: Act polite.
"Come on, Bell," Hermione insisted, nudging her side.
Bellatrix sighed, "Oh, alright. But you will be the one to regret this. Not me."
Bellatrix was glad to be away from the cameras and Glen for a change but this meeting in jolly old London was strange, she did not expect for them to be so gracious letting her into their home even when they did see her; it could have easily ended with them grabbing their daughter, clawing her away and slamming the door in the nasty witch's face.
Ironically once they sat down for tea it was Hermione that became the one feeling off.
"So, dear, you're still quite serious about all of this," Hermione's mother said, looking her daughter over as she bit into a crumpet.
"Yes. Thank you for the new grill," Hermione smiled, showing off purple gems on her teeth.
"Glad you like it, sweetheart," her father smiled, uneasy himself.
Their small talk grew to more conversation as they started questioning Bellatrix and how Hermione roped her into all of this, pun unintended. Bellatrix was quick not to bring up her crimes or hiding out at the school, these two didn't know much about the wizard world, just what Hermione told them so it seemed safe to pretend to be Hermione's mentor and friend.
"You are quite talented," said her mother.
"Oh, thank you," Bellatrix sneered, "Did you see our photoshoots?"
Both father and mother looked at each other, Hermione knew this probably embarrassed both of them seeing their only child looking like she was suffocating under a heavy woman's ass.
"It was quite creative," Hermione's mother hesitated and sipped some tea.
"Yes very," said her father, straightening his tie.
"I'm just going to go powder my nose," Hermione said, not wanting to hear anymore, she did give Bellatrix a look as she crossed the room out of her parents' gaze.
"Do hurry back!" Bellatrix smiled and waved.
When Hermione did return she was in for a shock, her mother was showing Bellatrix family photos and laughing at old pictures of her.
"Oh! I remember when she looked like that!" Bellatrix cackled, pointing to a picture of Hermione from many years ago when her hair was a long, frizzy, out of control mess.
Hermione cried out and took the photo album, ready to burn it in the fireplace as her father put in some new kindling, she stopped herself and hid it behind her back, "How about some music?"
They turned on some classical from their vinyl collection, after a bit of wine the duo bid their farewells to get back and ready for an early morning.
Her parents hugged her tight and made her promise she'd drop in next month and they did the same to Bellatrix, making Hermione question if maybe they had too much wine.
"Your parents like me," Bellatrix smiled wide as they left the property.
"Oh, shove off," Hermione said, kicking up snow.
They appeared back at their hotel, no one the wiser of where they'd been. Before they turned in to their respective rooms, Bellatrix pitched Hermione an idea she had for another video.
"How about you're in a little schoolgirl outfit. I'm your cross professor and I keep you after class but you end up disciplining me."
Hermione thought hard about it, Bellatrix was actually anxious to get her approval, her eyes got all big, "I love it!"
"Really?"
"And I'm sure Glen will too. It's much better than some stupid alien abduction."
"Right? Can't you just picture me bending over a desk and you whacking me good with a stick?"
"Defiantly," Hermione grinned, she checked the time, she knew she'd be groggy if she stalled another ten minutes, "Well, goodnight, Bell. I'll make sure you get extra air holes in that alien costume their stitching you in."
"Thanks, love."
Bellatrix watched her go in, she felt so lonely retiring to her room, she didn't understand why, she always loved how alone she was in the dark; though when she turned around she realized she wasn't alone, she gave Shauna quite the start, "What are you doing here? You hear all of that?"
"Sorry, Miss Lestrange, I just wanted to make sure you set your alarm for 5AM. The costume team is going to make sure they have enough time with you."
Bellatrix pinched her forehead, this whole being famous thing could be a real drag, "Fine."
"Can I say, I think it's really cool how you two are together."
"Ok?"
"I mean, I know everyone thinks what you're doing is all an act but I see how you two really care about each other."
Bellatrix wasn't sure how to react to that, "What are you on about?"
"It's ok, I won't say anything. Your secret is safe with me. You two are adorable."
Bellatrix watched Shauna run down the hall to bother someone else finely; too much coffee that was her problem, was she suggesting what she thought she was suggesting? Time for bed.
Hermione arrived on set yawning, her housecoat still on, "Did Bellatrix already eat all of the Danishes?"
She stretched, oblivious to Glen, balding with ponytail and all standing with a whole team of people, they all were aghast at something, Hermione could only assume she finally attacked someone like a wild dog.
"What is it?"
"The cops were here. They took her away."
Hermione thought this was Glen's weird sense of humor, but she saw his eyes, he was too serious.
"What?" She wanted to run outside but security came to her side before she could, "I don't understand. You sure they were police?"
"They left this," Shauna handed Hermione a business card, she understood now who came for her, the card looked brand new, it reeked of magic, the golden lettering, the non-factory smell. If it wasn't for the obvious fake logo she knew who the culprit was. 'AZKABAN PD', just some rubbish to get past anyone that didn't have a clue. But that address looked legit, it had to be, like they wanted her to go there. If they wanted to lock her up too then they would have done so. She knew she had to get her back. She was still under contract.
To be continued