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Chapter 10: Feisty Feline

Bellatrix

After her niece had left, Bellatrix spent the rest of the day in a foul mood, brooding away on her bed. 'How dare she kiss her! How dare she let her! Bitch! Fucking filthy whore!' She wanted to scream and yell abuse at the girl and it had taken all her restraint to hold it in, her bloody hands were a testament to how much it had taken to hold it all in. Her palms were riddled with deep half-moon gouges where her nails had dug far into them; her bottom lip was bleeding from where she had bitten down hard to stop herself reacting out loud to the pain. Her mysterious contractor had told her that her cell would be open tonight, that was only half a day away. Bellatrix could bind her time until then. 'Just you wait muddy…'

She lay facing the wall with her back to the younger witch wondering what in Merlin's name was wrong with her. She had the perfect opportunity earlier to cause her niece a great deal of emotional suffering, Bellatrix could tell that there had once been something between her niece and the mudblood, little clues like the younger witch cradling and smelling her nieces letter to her. And while Bellatrix didn't know how far back in the past that was, or how deep it went, she guessed that Tonks finding out that her close friend willing fucked and let herself be fucked by her aunt, would be heart breaking.

But then she caught sight of Hermione's large warm chocolaty brown eyes, which pleaded with her, her soft lips silently begging for Bellatrix to keep it between them. For a split second, her fury crumbled at the sight and she was overwhelmed with strange feelings, a weakness which she couldn't help but succumb too. 'And how did she repay me… By kissing my niece! Filthy dirty whore!' Deep down Bellatrix knew it had been her niece who had kissed the brunette, but that did nothing to diminish the jealousy that stung at her.

When breakfast came later that morning, Bellatrix didn't move from her bed and left it to go cold in the corner of her cell. The morning dragged on at an agonising slow pace, she felt the passing of every single minute as she alternated between sulking and seething in an intoxicating silence. Her mind was racing about what she was going to do to the younger witch once she got her hands on her, her thoughts varying from one extreme to the other. When lunch time eventually came a few hours later, Bellatrix did the same thing and didn't stir from her bed. When her stomach cried out in protest at being neglected, she inwardly growled back in response.

Over the course of the day as she fumed, she could hear Hermione shifting about on her bed, sometimes pacing her cell. She was sure she felt the brunette's eyes on her most of the time, but resisted the urge to turn around and find out. When dinner came, Bellatrix recalled what her mysterious contractor had told her, the meal would be drugged to help her carry out the task that needed to be done. But Bellatrix didn't want anything clouding her mind, she wanted to be in complete control when she got a hold of the mudblood, she didn't need whatever they had put in her dinner to spur her on, her wrath alone would get the task done tonight.

It wasn't until after dinner had come and gone did Hermione speak up. The sound of feet cautiously shuffling closer preceded her voice. "Erm… Hey… You ok?" The girl asked nervously. Bellatrix stiffened, the sound of her shaky yet sweet voice clawed at her insides, she felt as if dragon fire was burning away at her heart. 'Save your false concern for someone who cares girl!' The reply was on the tip of her tongue, yet the words wouldn't come out.

When Bellatrix didn't reply or turn to meet the girl's gaze, she heard the girl retreat deeper into her cell and the sound of springs compressing as the girl climbed into bed. Night had arrived and soon Bellatrix would be free to carry out her task.

She laid still for hours saving her energy, the fire raging inside her kept her awake and on the edge. Her mysterious contractor didn't tell her when roughly the cells would open, and every now and then Bellatrix would glance over her shoulder to make sure she hadn't missed the sound of the cells opening.

Then, eventually it came. The low clanging of metal separating and bending, followed by the sound of iron slowly scrapping against stone. Maybe it was because of the eerie silence, or because Bellatrix's senses were on full alert, but the sound seemed far more deafening than usual. Bellatrix quickly turned over on her bed and looked over towards her bars, in the moonlight she could see clearly that sure enough her gate had been fabricated, and was now ajar. Bellatrix looked passed her cell and at the brunette's which was also now open, the girl was shifting about slightly yet didn't stir from her deep sleep.

An evil grin formed across Bellatrix's lips as she slid out of bed, a million thoughts were rushing through her head, and one in particular gave her cause to pick up her pillow. Slowly she began to stalk her way towards the brunette's cell, gliding silently across her floor Bellatrix pushed against the cell's gate gently, pausing when the grinding sound grew too loud. Once the gap was large enough, she slipped through. When she was in the corridor Bellatrix glanced down both directions of the dark and deserted hallway, unsurprisingly whoever opened it was already long gone, and for a few moments she debated with herself whether or not to try and make a break for it. And while people have called her insane countless times over the years, which was something Bellatrix never denied to being, she was in no way stupid, she knew she wouldn't get far if she tried to escape alone.

With the pillow firmly in her grasp, she took a step closer towards the younger girl's cell. Again she edged the cell gate open slowly, trying to make as little noise as she possibly could before slipping into Hermione's cell. She moved silently in a predatory fashion as she approached her prey, ready to pounce if the girl woke up too soon.

Bellatrix came to a stop just by her bed and looked down at the sleeping brunette, the moonlight was reflecting of her smooth light skin, highlighting her youth and beauty. Her soft lips slightly parted as she breathed in and out, her anger and determination briefly faltered and for a moment Bellatrix wanted nothing more to reach down and claim them once more. But then she remembered where those lips had been last and snapped out of it. Slowly, Bellatrix climbed up onto the bed and placed her knees either side of the girl's hips, hovering above her.

She gripped the pillow firmly in both hands and held it to her chest as she slowly lowered herself closer to Hermione until the tips of her curly hair brushed against the girl's skin. Her grip on the pillow tightened as she stared down with cold hard eyes, readying herself for what she was about to do. She knew she was stronger than the girl; Hermione wouldn't be able to stop her once Bellatrix started. Bellatrix moved the pillow up closer to the girls face, and peered down at her face one last time.

She held the pillow directly over Hermione's face. Minutes passed and yet the pillow was still in the exact same position. A deep frown creased Bellatrix's brow, although the pillow was blocking the sight of the girl's face, she could still see the sleeping beauty's face in her mind and it was enough to stay her hand. 'Get a fucking grip and get on with it.' Her mind's voice hissed angrily at herself. 'I showed weakness earlier and she punished that weakness with betrayal. I can't give her the chance to do so again!' Bellatrix gritted her teeth; her iron grip on the pillow was threatening to tear it apart as her arms began to shake. 'She kissed my filthy niece! She's my possession! My pet! No one has the right to touch what is rightfully mine!'

Yet despite how much she tried to convince herself to do the act, despite how much she was fuelling her fury, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Something was holding her back, something small yet powerful lingering in the depths of her heart, something she couldn't describe. Whatever it was and regardless of how small it was, was strong enough to deter her actions, locking her body and mind in an internal stalemate. Hermione's beautiful face flashed before her again, her sly sweet little smile she used when she momentarily forgot just what Bellatrix was. She saw the way the girl's cheeks would blush when she caught an eyeful and just how hungry those eyes were she took in the sight before quickly averting her gaze.

She recalled the… Compassion the girl had shown her, twice now. The first time being when she saved her life after the battle, preventing members of the light finishing her off… And again a few days back, when she had told the brunette the story about the whore, Hermione had looked at her with such compassion and pity. The pity, she didn't appreciate much… But the compassion and the gentle comforting touch, followed by a genuine wish to kiss her, she did appreciate even if she'd never admit that to anyone. Despite herself, in that moment of weakness, the girl had got to her in a way no one ever had… And she had liked it. Part of her wished she could be touched in such a way again, to be genuinely cared for… But she was Bellatrix Lestrange, the Dark Lord's most faithful and devoted servant, his strongest lieutenant, an insane monster who tortures and kills for pleasure. Who could ever care for someone like that?

That dark realisation was something Bellatrix mentally scolded herself for forgetting, for allowing herself the smallest of hopes. In her frustration she slung the pillow across the cell as she screamed out inside herself. As she sat up, her hands came up and wrung their way through her hair, pulling on it tightly. 'What the hell has gotten into me!' She thought as she rocked back and forth on her knees above the girl, tears trickled down from her dark eyes as her internal turmoil took its toll on her.

Bellatrix stilled when she felt the girl shift beneath her and a soft noise escape Hermione's lips. She blinked in confusion and looked down closely at the girl who she believed to be the cause for whatever was happening to her; the girl had that sly sweet smile playing about on her lips. 'Hmmph seems at least one of us is having a good night's sleep.' Bellatrix sighed and decided that perhaps she should just get off and go back to her cell; she couldn't do it, not tonight anyway and perhaps not ever. But that was until the girl spoke in her sleep.

"Bella…" She whispered in a quiet tone of voice that barely qualified as a whisper, the smile on her face grew larger as she shifted about under her. Bellatrix's eyes grew wide as she stared down at the girl, that single one word swept away all her remaining fury and hate. 'Is she… Dreaming about me?'

"Muddy? You awake?" Bellatrix whispered warily. The girl didn't reply, or at least not to her voice, she wriggled about under her even more and made a low noise of pleasure.

Unsure of how to react, Bellatrix leant closer back down to the brunette's face to get a good look at her, her hair once again brushed against the girl's cheek as it draped over her. It must have tickled her slightly as her hand instinctively came up and swatted away the offending strands, narrowly missing Bellatrix's face. Hermione's head turned to the side and let out a small mmm sound. Bellatrix's mouth was hanging open in disbelief; she knew the girl desired her somewhat, but to see her like this really hit that notion home. 'I wonder what you're dreaming about my pet…'

An idea occurred to Bellatrix, grinning slightly to herself she lent closer to Hermione and placed her hand ever so gently on the side of her face, hoping not to wake her. 'Let's see how well you keep your defences up.' Taking a deep breath and concentrating hard, Bellatrix willed her mind forward and gently probed at the girl's mental barriers. She frowned slightly when she found the girl's subconscious still managed to keep the majority of them in place while she slept. Bellatrix could tell from the way they were feebly constructed that the girl had little to no training in Occlumency, and yet they were still enough to keep her out without her having to apply some force.

'Obviously she taught herself, Draco did say she was a bookworm, must have read about it and learnt from there… Impressive.' Occlumency was a hard skill to learn which few ever mastered, and nearly all the time had to be taught by an experienced Legilimens. Even although Bellatrix thought her barriers poor, to be able to do what she was doing just from the guidance of a book alone, showed just how intelligent the girl was.

Bellatrix considered resorting to a little force to find out what the girl was dreaming about; yet there would be the risk that the girl would detect a forceful intrusion. Bellatrix combed through Hermione's mind looking for the weakest segment of her defences that she could breach with a little show of force. However as she probed around, the girl under her moaned again slightly and like water pouring from a breach in a dam, Bellatrix was assaulted with a barrage of images as the girl's barriers wavered and her thoughts poured through.

Hermione

Hermione was lying face up, nude on a large soft four poster bed with green and silver drapes, her hands were tied to the head board behind her with green silky bindings. She was panting heavily, her body was covered in a fine layer of glistening sweat, scattered all over her body were faint red marks where her lover had previously dragged tooth and nail hard against her flesh. She tried to look up to see where the older witch had gone, but her body was too exhausted and she didn't even have the energy to lift her head. "Mistress?" She whimpered out.

"Have patience my little mudslut. Don't worry I'm not finished with you yet…" Bellatrix's singsong voice drifted to her from somewhere in the room.

Hermione wriggled in anticipation at what Bellatrix had planned for her; the older witch had said she had saved the biggest treat for last. She wasn't entirely sure what the dark witch had meant, but the way she had said it had made Hermione's whole body shudder with pleasure, whatever it was, Hermione believed was worth the wait. She soon heard Bellatrix's faint footsteps draw near, and then felt the bed lower under her as the other woman climbed back onto it, she tried looking up and managed to see Bellatrix's face as she slowly crawled towards her. The older witch had a mischievous look on her face, one that made Hermione's stomach flutter and her core even more wet, if that was even possible.

Bellatrix arched her back as she climbed on top of Hermione, her large firm breasts brushing teasingly against Hermione's as she giggled playfully, her head cocked to the side as she looked down at Hermione with a seductive grin. "You ready to find out what I've been holding back muddy?" Bellatrix cooed as she then wedged her knee between Hermione's thighs and roughly rubbed against her soaking wet, sore and sensitive pussy.

"Fuck… Yes mistress!" Hermione moaned out as she pushed down hard against Bellatrix's knee, only to whimper when it was pulled away. She looked up to see Bellatrix crawling further up her body… Hermione's eyes widened when she caught sight of what Bellatrix had and groaned, she instinctively darted her tongue out to wet her lips at the sight. The older witch noticed the look on her face and laughed before placing her knees either side of the top of her chest. Bellatrix's surprise came in the shape of a large fake cock that hung from a harness attached around her waist; Hermione couldn't help but notice Bellatrix had taken the time to tuck her wand under one of the straps.

"Like what you see muddy? Bellatrix asked as she again cocked her head, this time to the other side. Hermione was lost for words, Bellatrix had already been brutal to her body, she wasn't sure she could take anymore, yet despite that she nodded vigorously anyway. Bellatrix grinned slyly then groaned as her hand ran slowly up from the base to the tip of the toy. "I'm sure a little whore like you is familiar with such magical… Devices. This one will let me… Feel everything. Let's put that to the test, lick it mudslut!"

Hermione smirked and tried to lift her head up closer to the toy, pulling on what was left of her energy reserves. But as she neared it Bellatrix quickly retracted it and giggled. "Oops did I forget to mention you'll have to beg me for it?"

She whined as Bellatrix held it just short of her reach, her tongue stretched out trying to touch the tip but still couldn't reach it. "Please… Mistress… Please may I have it?" She groaned and kept trying to force herself closer to it. "Please, let me please you Mistress…"

"How can I refuse such a delicious offer?" Bellatrix smiled innocently and wrapped a hand around the back of Hermione's head, before lowering herself and the cock to the rim of Hermione's lips. Hermione wasted no time in placing a small kiss on the tip, making the older witch shudder involuntarily, smiling at the reaction, she extended her tongue and flickered it lightly and swiftly like a snake over the toy. Bellatrix hissed and moaned as Hermione's tongue slithered with varying motions and speeds all over the parts of the magical toy that were in her reach. Using her face, she gently nudged the sensitive toy up so she could gain clear access to the underside, where she dragged her tongue slowly from the middle to the tip. "Fuck… You… Teasing whore!" The dark witch growled deeply and grabbed a tuff of Hermione's hair; unable to take the teasing anymore she positioned the tip to the entrance of Hermione's mouth and forced her way in.

Although Hermione was only too willing to let Bellatrix abuse her mouth, she tried to keep her lips down tight and impose pressure on the toy. Bellatrix growled out her approval at the resistance and started to fuck her mouth relentlessly; the dark witch's other hand joined the first around the back of Hermione's head and moved her along the toy fast as her hips plunged it down into her mouth. Hermione groaned and gagged slightly as the other witch thrust the toy deep, her lips vibrated against the toy with each moan, causing the woman above her to replicate her sounds. Her tongue continued to tease at the toy, pressing hard up against bottom for added friction as it slid rapidly over it with each shove.

Hermione's eyes travelled up Bellatrix's body as she pleased her, taking in the erotic sight of how her breasts where bouncing in harmony with the motion of her hips. The dark witch's head was moving about erratically as all types of sounds poured form her full red lips, her lust filled eyes soon met Hermione's gaze. "Fuck…" Bellatrix grumbled as they held eye contact, Hermione grinned around the toy and hoped that her lover was close to release, she allowed her head to be bobbed along faster, she helped to pick up the pace and tightened her lips even more for further pressure. Until finally Bellatrix reached her climax and cried out. "Ohh… Fuck! …Yes mudslut!" Hermione felt the toy swell slightly between her lips just before Bellatrix's exquisite juices were shot deep down her throat.

Once done, Bellatrix pushed the girl of her and hard back down to the bed as she panted hard. "You were made… Solely for this purpose muddy, two perfectly gifted holes just begging to be fucked." The older woman lent down and kissed Hermione hard, biting down on her bottom lip until she drew blood.

Hermione blinked up at Bellatrix when she broke away from the kiss, hoping that the witch would just lay with her for abit and at least let her recuperate before abusing her some more. The faint sensation of someone probing her mind told her that Bellatrix was inside her head.

Bellatrix cackled and reached down behind her, her fingers brushing against Hermione's sex causing her moan. "Aww does muddy need a break?" Bellatrix asked softly, Hermione hesitated then nodded slightly. "But… Muddy… That was just a warm up… I so wanted to use this between your delicious thighs… Surely you won't deny your mistress that?" She asked with a pout, a look of feign innocence masked her face.

Hermione didn't trust her mouth to speak and went to nod her head, but instead found herself shaking it and silently cursing herself. Bellatrix grinned wickedly and planted a hard passionate kiss on her lips before childishly scooting down Hermione's body, settling herself between her legs. The witch hummed excitedly to herself with the fake cock in hand as she guided it to Hermione's entrance; teasingly she rubbed the tip along her slit, parting her folds slightly. Hermione moaned and bucked her hips towards it, trying to push herself on it; her legs wrapped around the older witch and tried to pull her in.

"Such an impatient whore aren't you." Bellatrix cackled softly and pulled it back, her other hand slowly pulled out her wand from under one of the straps. "You recall… I said I saved the biggest for last don't you muddy? Well…" The dark witch smirked and pointed the tip of her wand at the toy. "Engorgio!" Hermione's mouth fell open as she watched the toy swell in width and length; she couldn't help but whimper and panic slightly at the new size of Bellatrix's fake cock. Laughing at Hermione's reaction, Bellatrix repositioned the toy between her thighs and without further warning, pushed it deep into her core as Hermione screamed out loud with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Bellatrix

Bellatrix found herself being pulled out of the brunette's mind as she gasped sharply, something pressed against her between her thighs. Looking down between them she saw one of the younger girl's knees propped up and rubbing casually against Bellatrix's crotch. Biting back a moan, she looked back at the girl and narrowed her eyes at the young witch. "Muddy… I know you're awake!" She half hissed, half groaned as the girl's knee dug into her. It was a bluff, she didn't know if Hermione was awake, but hoped to trick her into talking if she was.

Instead of replying to her, the girl moaned again and unconsciously pressed her knee up hard against Bellatrix as she wiggled about under her. Bellatrix groaned at the contact and couldn't help but grind her core slightly against Hermione's knee, the girl's dream had left her not only completely surprised, but thoroughly aroused as well. 'Pity I didn't get to see the entire… Act… It looked like we had been having so much fun. Who would have guessed that baby Potter's goody two shoes, bookworm mudblood savoured such… Stimulating fantasies.'

Bellatrix studied the girl closely; she had originally believed that the girl's obedience the other day had been down to the situation Bellatrix had her in. That she played it smart and obeyed to live, but perhaps… Perhaps instead the girl had seen the chance to act out one of her darker desires and jumped at the chance. Bellatrix couldn't help but grin at the girl, she already knew there was more to the mudblood then met the eye, but now… Now she'd seen that under the girl's oh so good and innocent, honourable façade, was a darker feral side. A feisty feline dwelled in the furthest depths of this noble lion, hungry for the more… Darker pleasures in life. 'Poor little… Kitten… All chained up and kept on a lease… If only you weren't a mudblood, I'd break your chains and set you free.' Bellatrix frowned and shook her head.

Another nudge against her core quickly pushed that line of thoughts to one side, here was a girl, dreaming about being fucked by her, and now thanks to what she saw, Bellatrix wanted nothing more than to oblige. She allowed herself to grind a little bit more against the girl before slowly climbing off the bed, taking care not to wake her. Bellatrix licked her lips, with a gentle pull; the blanket covering Hermione was pulled off and allowed to fall to the floor. The girl shivered unconsciously but didn't stir, smirking at the sight, Bellatrix lent over the girl and eased her leg down so it was lying flat next to the other.

The girl wriggled and Bellatrix froze in place, holding her breath till the girl settled again. When she was pleased the girl was still fast asleep, she hooked her fingers under the elastic of the brunette's pants. Slowly and very carefully, she began to pull them down, catching a hold of the girl's undies and dragging them down with pants. Bellatrix had to stop every now and then when it looked like the brunette might stir, but eventually she got them down over the girls' ankles and tossed them to one side. Bellatrix's eyebrows quirked at the sight of the girl's glistening wet core, she wetted her lips again before then climbing carefully onto the girl.

With extra care, Bellatrix parted the girl's legs, which luckily was easier then she thought it would have been. Easing herself between the girl's thighs, she leant over till her face was barely inches from the girls; she wanted a clear view of the girl's reaction when she woke to what Bellatrix had in mind. Without taking her gaze away from the girl, she slipped a hand between them, her fingertips barely grazing against the girl till they reached the spot between Hermione's legs. Bellatrix's digits brushed lightly against the girl's sex, making her moan softly in her sleep, they circled the brunette's core, occasionally flickering over her slit. Hermione's body and mouth was reacting to her touch but her eyes and mind had still yet to stir, smirking to herself, Bellatrix ran her fingers down the brunette's slit, separating her folds as she fold her goal and then pushed her middle finger in slow and deep.

Hermione gasped and as Bellatrix started to fuck her slow with her single digit, the girl's head turned as her breathing quickened, her eyes slowly peered open and begun to flutter sleepily. Moans tumbled from her lips as Bellatrix woke her up, and then her eyes snapped open when Bellatrix thrust a second finger in her and picked up the pace. Her hips bucked of their own accord and pushed down on the fingers, she stared up at Bellatrix while she fucked her, a blank look on her face until her eyes widened as she registered what was happening.

The girl tried feebly to wriggle free while her hands tried to push weakly at Bellatrix, but the brunette's body was still waking up, and as of yet lacked the energy and strength to budge Bellatrix even an inch, as her body continued to keep the girl pinned in place. Bellatrix smirked at her half-hearted attempts to remove her; she knew the poor attempts were not solely down to the girl's body still waking. Having her fingers pumping away fast at the witch's wet pussy seemed to be distracting the girl too much to be putting up a decent attempt at escaping her. "Wha… Bu… How…" Hermione half moaned and half panicked as she looked around her cell, the colour draining from her cheeks when her gaze fell upon her open cell gate.

"Shhh little muddy… Just pretend you're still dreaming. Questions after." Bellatrix purred, the younger witch looked like she was about to protest or call for help, but her voice was pushed aside for the moans her mouth made when Bellatrix added a third digit.

Not breaking eye contact, Bellatrix fucked the girl hard and fast, pumping her three digits in and out of the girl's core, her pace picking up with each thrust. Hermione quickly gave up resisting, and after seeing the girl's thoughts, that wasn't a surprise, instead the girl moved her hands behind her and placed them against the wall, which she used to push down harder on Bellatrix's hand as she moaned and groaned. All the panic had fled the girl's eyes and instead looking back at Bellatrix were a pair of hungry lust filled orbs, her lips parted slightly, her tongue slipped out to wet them, Bellatrix couldn't deny how inviting they were and quickly claimed them for her own. Hermione immediately granted Bellatrix access to her mouth and they tongue's clashed together, this time the girl didn't yield control, instead she took it, and she surprised Bellatrix by forcing her tongue back as Hermione's invaded her mouth.

Hermione gained brief control while Bellatrix was taken aback by the girl's feistiness and couldn't help but let out a moan of obedience in the other witch's mouth. Spurred on by the desire to be in control, Bellatrix ran her thumb up and over the girl's clit, teasing the sensitive nub as she pumped away at her soaking wet core. Hermione broke away from the kiss and threw her head back. "Fuck!"

Bellatrix moved fast, taking advantage of Hermione's exposed neck and quickly claimed it with her mouth. She nipped and kissed her way across sweet smooth skin until she found the girl's pulse point, her lips clamped down and sucked, making Hermione purr in her ear and wriggle beneath her body. "Oh fuck! Yes! More! I need more!" The girl cried out, Bellatrix couldn't help but laugh against her slender neck and happily granted her request by adding a fourth finger.

The younger witch bucked, wriggled, moaned and groaned as Bellatrix's assault on her wet core intensified while her thumb continued to rub and torment Hermione's clit. "Fu… Ye… I…" Hermione cried out, unable to form a sentence as her walls clamped down on Bellatrix's fingers and came hard. "Bellaaaaa!" She screamed as she rode her orgasm out.

Bellatrix smirked victoriously and pulled out of the girl, she brought her hand back up and to her lips where she casually licked three of the four digits clean. She used the last finger to smear the girls' juices over her lips and before Bellatrix could tell her, Hermione leant up and claimed the taste for herself of off Bellatrix's lips and sealed their intimate exchange with a long lasting passionate kiss.

"Well… It seems once again things didn't go as someone planned." Bellatrix murmured after breaking the kiss and sitting up, straddling the girl.

"Mmm… I'm not complaining…" Hermione replied surprisingly cheekily. Bellatrix cocked an eyebrow at the mischievous reply, her lips twitched slightly into a smirk as she surveyed the sight below her. The girl's eyes were shut as she stretched and let out a small yawn as she recovered from her climax. When the girl's eyes reopened, most of the lust had subsided and was replaced with something more serious, however fear was nowhere to be seen… Something Bellatrix wasn't too sure if she pleased about. "I'm guessing your contractor let you in?"

Bellatrix rolled her eyes at the girl. "Who else would?"

Hermione stared up at her, biting down on her bottom lip before looking away over towards the corridor. "Did you… See who it was?"

"No… They were long gone."

"Oh…" The brunette muttered shortly as her eyes fixed on something. Bellatrix didn't follow her gaze, instead her eyes swept over the girl's neck and grinned smugly at the purple marks that were forming on her smooth skin. "I'm guessing they still want me dead then…" Hermione whispered in a hurt tone of voice and just for a second Bellatrix's heart sank for the girl.

Shaking her head and pushing the feeling aside, she kept her face neutral and replied shortly. "Apparently so."

The girl continued to bite at her bottom lip before turning to look back up at her with a bewildered look. "Then…" She paused as she hesitated, a slight flicker of fear crossed her features as she seemed to debate with herself whether to ask or not. "Why am I still alive?" Hermione finally asked after a short silence.

"Are you complaining you ungrateful little whore?!" Bellatrix snapped and scowled at the girl.

Hermione shook her head promptly. "No! I just meant… I mean… Why couldn't you go through with it?"

"What's that meant to mean?! I couldn't?" She hissed in the girl's face angrily, hoping to deter the girl from this uncomfortable line of inquiry. "I told you, I don't orders from anyone anymore! It has nothing to do with what I can or can't do!"

Hermione continued to stare up at her, Bellatrix could see the fear lingering about behind her the girl's eyes. But the girl didn't shy away from her, nor did she drop the subject. "Then… Why is your pillow crumbled in the corner?" The girl looked away and this time Bellatrix did follow her gaze and looked at the pillow she had slung to one side. Her anger began to rise as she quickly recalled why she had brought it… She, for whatever ever reason, couldn't kill her… But that didn't mean she couldn't punish her for her actions and so when the girl looked back at her, Bellatrix sat back up straight and struck her hard across the face with the back of her hand.

"Ow! What was that for?!" The girl shouted up at her, Bellatrix's face grew darker as she glared at her, slapping the girl again for her false naivety. "Stop hitting-" The girl tried to speak up again, this time trying to tell Bellatrix what to do, which earned her another hard slap. Bellatrix's other hand quickly pushed down hard on the girl's chest as she tried to sit up, she leant down on her arm and put all her weight into keeping the girl in place as she struggled beneath her. "Stop it!" The girl yelled after the latest slap, her eyes were beginning to glisten with the impending tears of one emotion or another.

Bellatrix tried not to show any reaction to the tears, the girl needed to be taught a lesson, which was, she didn't do sharing too well. "Shut up! You know what that's for!" She shrieked down at the girl.

Hermione's hands clawed at Bellatrix's arm as she tried to free herself. "I don't! What have I-" The brunette shouted back at her, but the witch's ignorance just angered her further and Bellatrix slapped Hermione hard again.

"You. Kissed. My. Niece!" She hissed each word slowly, in a deadly and low tone of voice, leaning over the girl more as she spoke and finished with yet another blistering slap.

The tears had now started to slowly streak down the girl's face, whether they were tears of anger, or tears in response to the pain, Bellatrix didn't know nor did she care. "I didn't!" Hermione screamed angrily.

Another hand print was left on the girl's face as Bellatrix struck her again; the girl's cheeks were starting to turn bright red from the repeated strikes. "Don't lie to me! I saw you!"

"She kissed me!"

The sound of another hard slap rang out through the cell. "You didn't fight it! You are my pet! My Possession! Only I can touch you!" Bellatrix went to strike the girl again, but this time the girl wasn't about to permit it. She caught Bellatrix's wrist and bucked hard underneath her, catching Bellatrix off balance, Hermione used the momentum to switch positions and flipped Bellatrix onto her back where the girl quickly straddled her and pinned Bellatrixs hands above her head with her own.

Under a different situation, Bellatrix would have found this arousing, having a beautiful girl straddle and pin her, while being completely naked from the waist down. She still did sort off as she stifled a moan before it escaped her lips. "Get off!" She snapped at the girl who was now towering over her and tried to wriggle free and throw her off.

"No!" The brunette snapped as she struggled to keep her under control. Unfortunately for Bellatrix, the girl had been paying attention to how she used her body to keep someone in check under her, and was now utilizing her own technique against her. "I do not belong to you Bellatrix!"

"Yes you do! You are mine!" Bellatrix spat out at her, still trying to free herself from the girl's grasp, which to her great annoyance proved futile.

"I am not! Even if I did kiss her, which I didn't! It is none of your damn business!" Bellatrix bit her tongue as the girl shouted at her from above, she couldn't help but think how hot the girl looked when she was angry. 'Mmm guess I was right about that caged feline, it's just bursting to play!' "If I belong to anyone, it's my boyfriend-"

Bellatrix scoffed out loud at that. "Well aren't you quite the little mudslut then… What would he say to you kissing my niece and allowing yourself to be fucked by me?" She kept her voice low and sweet, stressing out the reminder of what had occurred twice now with a grin on her face. "Who is it? It is Potter? Or maybe it's that redhead weasel?"

The younger witch's face grew pale and the anger in her eyes momentarily faded. 'Poor little muddy, judging from her eyes it would seem that line of thought has already crossed her mind.' "I… It's… None of your business…" Hermione stuttered out quietly.

In that moment, something occurred to Bellatrix, something she had completely forgotten about till now. 'What's become of the other two brats?' "Where are they anyway?" She asked. "Are they locked up here as well?"

"They were-" The girl blurted out, her eyes grew slightly wide and bit down on her bottom lip when she realised what she had given away and stopped herself saying anymore.

Bellatrix's eyebrows rose sharply in response to the revelation. "But not anymore?" She probed and unsurprisingly the girl didn't answer, instead Hermione just continued to gnaw on her bottom lip. "And they haven't come to see you?" Still no reply, but the girl's jaw seemed to tighten at that, as did her grip on Bellatrix's wrists. Bellatrix flashed the girl a victorious grin, having now found a new delicate subject to taunt her over.

"Poor little muddy, you've been abandoned by your… Friends, by your Boyfriend." She spoke slowly and softly, dragging out certain words as she gauged the girl's reaction. Strangely though, part of her was trying to hold her back, trying to stop her purposely hurting the girls' feelings. 'Better hers then mine…' She thought bitterly and ignored the feelings aside as she continued to taunt the girl. "The blood traitor pureblood and the filthy half-blood have been set free, but you… The mudblood is left to rot by everyone you fought so… Hard for. I bet they've already forgotten your name, especially your Boyfriend I bet he's already found another whore to warm his bed-"

Bellatrix never saw it coming, but she definitely felt it when the girl's hand struck her hard across the face. "Shut up!"

She almost smiled, almost laughed at the girl's aggressiveness, once again the feisty feline dwelling within rose its head. But the admiration was fleeting; her pride and ego quickly drowned it out and her fury began to stir. "You dare hit me!? I should have killed you when I had the chance!"

"Then why didn't you!?"

"Because I couldn't!" Bellatrix snapped back just as loudly and aggressively as the girl, and this time it was her that had blurted something out she never intended to say. 'Fuck!'

The girl blinked down in confusion at her, while Bellatrix felt the colour fade from her face. "What?" The girl asked softly, yet in a confused tone of voice. Bellatrix tried to reply quickly, to think of some smart reply or insult to get herself out of the hole she had just dug, her mouth opened but no words came out. "Why?" Hermione probed gently. 'Fuck say something! Call her a whore or a mudblood or laugh at her! Just don't gawp at her!' Her mind chastised her, but still she couldn't bring herself to correct her blunder. "Bellatrix why couldn't you?"

"I… I…" When she finally found her voice she stuttered, something she mentally scolded herself for. 'Fuck sake! How can I be looking so weak in front of a mudblood! And not just any mudblood… But her…' She thought furiously at herself and raked her brain quickly for a believable excuse. "No reason, I figured I owed you one. You saved my life after the battle, so I returned the favour by not taking yours. I didn't want to be indebted to a mudblood, it's shameful!" She tried to speak confidently, but she could hear how shaky her voice was, and she was sure Hermione could to.

"Is that the only reason?" Hermione asked after staring at her for a short while, Bellatrix could see in the girl's eyes that she didn't believe her.

"Of course it is!" Bellatrix snapped back, trying to be more assertive this time. But the look in the girl's eyes said it all, the damage was done, Bellatrix had lost control and left herself open and vulnerable. She needed to get out of here before she was forced to confront the things she had been trying so hard to disregard, the feelings she had been trying to bury. 'I can't do this… I can't feel this! Not again, not after last time...'

"Bellatrix…" The girl whispered her name softly. 'There it is again… That look… That compassion and gentleness…'

Bellatrix shook her head. "Let me up. I'm going back to bed." She stated softly, turning her head away from the girl yet still watching her from the corner of her eyes. "Did you hear me?"

The brunette continued to stare with a puzzled look on her face before her grip loosened. "Yeah… I heard." With a frown the girl slowly released her and moved off Bellatrix, picking up the blanket and wrapping it around her waist. Bellatrix moved off the bed, refusing to meet the girl's gaze. She strolled to the corner and picked up her pillow, trying to move confidently with her usual air of confidence and superiority. She could feel the girl watching her; she hoped the girl wouldn't say anything, but that hope was dashed when she was just about to slip out of Hermione's cell. "Bellatrix? Thank you. For letting me live."

She froze and despite herself, looked over her shoulder at her, she was unable to stop the smile that briefly grazed her lips and she hoped the girl didn't see it as she quickly pushed it aside. "Don't thank me; your life is still in danger…" Bellatrix warned and looked away back towards her cell. "Just not from me." She added quietly to herself, wanting to know how the words sounded coming of her tongue and if she believed it. She did, which made all her worries, her concerns and her feelings for the witch, seem a whole lot more real. 'Shit… It's happening again.'

Bellatrix sighed, she squeezed her eyes tight and forced back the tears that threatened to spill before speaking out loud for the girl to hear. "No doubt I'll receive another visit tomorrow night from my contractor and…" She froze as something occurred to her. "Wait… My… Niece… She said she's coming back tomorrow?" Bellatrix asked as she turned to look at the other witch, her mind started racing as an idea came to her.

Hermione looked taken back slightly by the change in topic. "Yes… Why?" She asked cautiously.

Bellatrix smiled pleased at the change at subject and was delighted at what she had in mind, she approached the girl till she was barely inches from her face and whispered. "Because… I think I know who it is… Listen carefully, I have a plan."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed Chapter 10 ^_^ Thank you for reading and I'll update soon x

DrunknMunky85: I'll try my best to answer your questions soon :P you'll be seeing one person's reaction to the news very soon ;)

Greyella: Hehe I think you might have mentioned adore once or twice ;) glad you liked it :D and yes it does seem they are discovering their feelings more and more, still heavy in denial although.

alex1966: Lol well we'll see if you was right or wrong very soon :P

Darkshadow-lord: Hmmm some friends indeed ;) and now Bellatrix has picked up on that. It's true Tonks kissed Hermione, but you know how possessive Bellatrix can be :p

LoveSKINS94: It does seem like she's starting to care doesn't it? :) Despite how much she tries to push it to one side.

gnurd: While I won't reveal the answer to that question either way, as I said earlier the plot will be progressing fast over the next couple of chapters ;) you may find your answer then.

MunkyTerror: Thank you :) Always nice to see a new Bellamione fan, I hope my story gives you high hopes for the pairing.