Hermione fights to have Bellatrix freed. Will she realize unrealized feelings along the way? Contains some language and sexual content.

Bellatrix stood in her modest cell in a faded black and white striped prison one piece uniform, her hair rattier than usual, she shook the bars of the door and yelled for the hundredth time at the top of her lungs; normally doing so until she passed out.

Guards and other prisoners would taunt her from her cell, "WELCOME BACK SLAG! YOU MISS US? VOLDEMORT AROUND? WHERE'S THAT SMILE?" Though she did have her fans, "WAS THAT REALLY YOU SHAKING THAT FAT RUMP OF URS? YOU FUCK THAT LITTLE THING? MY MY! HOW WAS THAT?"

Bellatrix would let all of this praise go to her head, making up elaborate stories about seducing Hermione to the dark side for Voldemort and how she had the nastiest sex they could imagine with the young witch, making it appear that she was in control the entire time. Everyone gets 15 minutes, this was Bellatrix's; at least she had some celebrity status on the inside, she just hoped the dark one would spring her soon, then she would get back to her old ways.

"Let's go over this again," said the large security guard at the gate, after taking a deep breath, "Who are you here to see?"

Hermione stood her ground and balled up her fists, "For the millionth time! I am here to see Bellatrix Lestrange!"

"And she's?"

"An inmate!"

"And you've read that this is..."

"A zoo! Yes! But you know who I am!"

"A rapper or something?"

"A rapping witch!"

"This isn't a prison. This isn't a whatcha call it?"

"A cloaking spell to make me believe it's really a zoo when it's in fact a real prison holding my backup dancer!"

"Yes that thing. It ain't that."

Hermione looked at the address on the card again, the number changed to a different address, this time it was saying it was in Florida; of course they wouldn't give her the real address, they'd make sure she wouldn't be crazy enough to break Bellatrix out. Well they were wrong because that wouldn't stop her, she was even crazier than they thought.

Hermione walked around the offices of her agent with a crudely made t-shirt that read: "FREE BELLATRIX" in black magic marker; she demanded to have specialty shirts made up so she could sell and make donations AKA bribes to release the Milf.

"You might have to face the facts, H."

"What?"

"That you'll never see her again. Think it's time to recruit some new dancers."

Hermione pulled at her hair, "That's going to be tough. Who else would have moves like her?"

"Well, we have many talented, well trained dancers at our disposal," he gave her a stack of photos all of younger, less thick dancers for her to consider, "Look, G, I know this is tough but well, she's a criminal and you don't need to be involved with that."

Hermione knew where she could fins out where Azkaban was but that meant going back to where all of this started, she'd have to swallow her pride and see some old friends.

"Hermione? Are you even listening to me?" Glen asked, noticing her spacing out.

"Hermione?" Ginny spit out her glass of juice at the table.

"That's right, posers! The queen witch is back!"

"Hi," Luna waved.

"Hey, got your email. Just been busy," she circled around her old friends like she was ready to attack.

"So, what brings you back?" Ginny gulped the closer her old chum got to her.

"Well, in case you haven't heard the news already, my main bitch, Bella got locked up."

"Oh yeah, sorry to hear," Harry said, feeling like she could snap his neck the way she was squeezing his shoulder.

She pointed her wand at his nose, "And what is that supposed to mean, Harry?"

"I'm s-s-sorry?"

"But you know, it was probably for the best, right?" Ron said, twitching more than normal.

Hermione aimed her wand at Ron's nose, "Got anything to say, Weasley? I know you wanted to get rid of Bellatrix more than anyone."

"Ah, that's not true," he squirmed.

"Maybe hooking a car battery up to you will get you talking!"

"It was me!" Ginny stood up, eyes ready to cry.

Harry stood up to, "We both told."

Hermione could punch both of them but didn't want to cause anymore of a scene.

"Who did you tell?"

Both were tight lipped, they must have made a promise by the look they gave each other.

"You think I'm playing? I want to know so I can find out where the prison is!"

"Are you bailing her out?" Luna asked, somewhat paying attention while eating her lunch.

Ginny made a face, "Why on Earth would you do that?"

"Why would you snitch, bitch?"

"Because you were losing your mind! You were both parading yourselves around. Don't you know what people say about you?"

Hermione laughed, "Does it look like I give a shit what people say?" She glared at Luna, "Why didn't you stop them?"

"I wanted to believe me, Hermione but they took my wand."

Hermione was hoping she had at least one true friend outside of her gritty lifestyle.

"But I do know where Azkaban is."

Hermione's ears perked up, "Wait you do?"

"You do?" Harry, Ron and Ginny said, skeptical if she was being serious.

"I know people on the inside," she shrugged.

Bellatrix could hardly stomach the food in this place, she was used to it once but they made changes to the normal slop.

"Bellatrix. Visitor," a portly guard said.

"Who?"

The guard opened up her cell door and transformed into Hermione before Bellatrix's eyes, she was so delighted that she grabbed her tightly into her arms and spun her around the cell.

"I knew you'd come!" She realized that other prisoners were staring and set the girl back down, "I mean, you know, wasn't really thinking about you or anything."

"Yeah, same," Hermione said, smoothing out the wrinkles made on her clothes, she looked down at the stone cold floor, not giving her the satisfaction of knowing she was greatly missed.

"I have quite the reputation after all in here."

"Of course. You know I've lined up quite the list for you replacement."

Bellatrix felt her heart sink, "Replacement?"

Hermione kept a straight face, "Yes, afraid so. Glen thinks you're a goner so we have to look elsewhere for talent."

Bellatrix was quiet a moment, she folded her arms like the coldness of the cell was finally getting to her, "Well, good luck finding one with an ass like mine!"

Hermione sneered, "You're one in a million."

"So what then? Are you breaking me out or are you here to simply taunt me?"

Hermione opened up her jacket, revealing her 'Free Bellatrix' shirt, "I'm an anarchist. I have to live up to my name."

Bellatrix's frown turned to a look of pride, "I can't tell if you were always this mad or if my madness rubbed off on you."

"Perhaps it is my madness effecting you."

"Why do you keep staring at me like that?"

"Maybe they're right about me."

"Huh?"

"I do enjoy the female form," she said, circling around her.

"Well obviously," Bellatrix scoffed, "You clearly have a thing for large women. I knew you were like that from the start."

"Curvier the better," Hermione said, getting a better look at these striped pajamas she had on, "Can't beat a nice pair of wobblers. Especially yours."

"Of course," Bellatrix chuckled, "I have you hooked."

Hermione surprised her, putting her arms around her waist, "Better than any magic spell."

"What do you think you're doing?" She grew fearful of other prisoners watching them.

"Come on, Bell," Hermione said, looking into her vulnerable eyes, "You don't have to pretend. You missed me. You missed the gangsta life."

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, she almost had her convinced until she dropped that final line.

"I know you want me. You want us."

Bellatrix finally put her guard down, she let her lips get dangerously close, "Could this be the last time we see each other?"

"We best make it count."

Hermione could hear Bellatrix's heavy breathing, her pounding heart. Bellatrix grabbed onto Hermione's face, forcing her mouth onto hers in heated passion. Both felt themselves melt into each other. Hermione wanted to rip Bellatrix right out of that prison uniform of hers immediately. Bellatrix made this strange noise as she forced her tongue into the back of the teenage witch's throat.

Hermione choked, but she seemed to love how long the Death Eater's tongue was, defiantly meant more fun was about to be had. They pulled at each other's clothes, Bellatrix was desperate to see her naked, maybe partially thinking she was due for all of the times she had to be semi-nude for the camera. Once she tossed her shirt and pants this way and that in a frenzy she got the young woman out of her nickers, she was a feast for the eyes. Hermione giggled as Bellatrix acted like a star crazed lunatic stretching out her tongue and licking her breasts like she was some wild beast or dog lapping up food. Hermione made Bellatrix's uniform drop to the floor with just a snap of her fingers, she was stunned at Bellatrix's pale curvy body, at first Bellatrix was afraid she was repulsed by her with the way she was simply standing there staring but then Hermione pounced on her. The sight of this young, shorter woman take on Bellatrix Lestrange was enough to make the others in their cells cheer this display of affection on.

Of course the two decided to showboat, having no shame in doing this.

"Oh Bellatrix! Oh Bellatrix!" Hermione shouted, "I lov..."

"Oh enough of that mushy stuff and lick my loins!"

She pushed Hermione's head down to her untamed bush and Hermione proceeded to give her first ever oral. The two rolled around on the filthy floor, rubbing their faces in each other's snatches. Hermione got Bellatrix on all fours and pulled on her hair like a leash, Bellatrix loved being treated this way and so did their adoring audience. Hermione wanted to try grinding each others' pussies together, it was mostly just fun to see everyone's reactions; as if to say 'Look at how far this young goody two shoes sunk'.

Bellatrix agreed to a 69, a big finish, mainly because, "I want to mess up your makeup, love," she said, caressing Hermione's chin. Hermione lied her bare back onto the cold floor and Bellatrix climbed on top of her huge her enormous bubble ass facing the impressionable girl's face. Bellatrix fingered Hermione and tasted her, Hermione did the same, speeding up to make sure her older lover felt it, Bellatrix hadn't had a goof shag in a while so this was becoming one of the best times she ever had and it was only getting better by the second. Finally Bellatrix came, screaming out in pure ecstasy as she squirted all over Hermione's pretty face, glazing it like a donut.

The inmates applauded them for the show; Hermione felt it was only right to give a standing ovation, she helped Bellatrix up and the two bowed.

Prison guards opened the cell door and cleared their throats, they gave them a little applauding as well, not looking quite so peeved that Hermione snuck her way into prison to have a quickie with her jailed up dancer.

"We don't allow congenial visits, Miss Granger," the large head guard said, towering over the naked woman, "But if you want to have a trial with the Ministry of Magic to have Bat-Shit-Bella in your custody that can be arranged."

Hermione was all for this and as a favor took selfies with them (All while still nude, of well, that would be Glen or someone in marketing's problem).

After Hermione went through several interviews with the Ministry of Magic and other representatives, she was able to convince them to release Bellatrix into her care. Though the former Death Eater was not permitted to use magic, have contact with Voldemort, banned from Hogwarts and could not be involved with any magic arts of any kind. They of course could come back within a year to try and get some of these rights back.

"Are you sure you really want her placed into your custody, child?" As an elder.

"Positive."

"You do realize that if she gets into any trouble especially with him then you will be held responsible?"

Hermione nodded, she knew the risks.

"I just don't understand how a bright young woman like yourself could fall influence to her," an elder female said, unsure of Hermione and Bellatrix's unorthodox relationship.

"Trust me it wasn't hard," she smiled.

"I hope that for your sake she lives a short life."

"Perish the thought. We're in love. I plan on proposing to her soon, just waiting for the right moment."

Everyone in the room was aghast.

"Don't tell anyone, I want to keep it on the down low for now," she said with a worrying wink.

"I cannot believe you're throwing your life away."

"Far from it. She is quite the animal in the bedroom."

"Ok I've heard enough," one said, covering their ears.

"Oh! One more thing!"

"Yes. What is it?"

"Can we take that prison uniform of hers? As a kind of souvenir?"

They all looked at each other, unsure what they would do with it other than burn it, "Fine!"

They banged their gavels and Hermione was dismissed.

Now it was back to the video shoots. Things wouldn't go back to normal that was certain, once word would get out about her and Bellatrix being an item it could propel the young witch into a new direction of fame.

To Be Continued!