Hermione's eyes fluttered open to a fuzzy view. Her head was pounding and she was disoriented. As her eyes wildly opened and closed trying to get a focus on things everything began to come back to her. She was in a dark room, and could see nothing. Bad dream. Bad, bad dream, she thought to herself and she picked her head up from it's slumped over position. Must've fallen asleep at my desk. Everything's fine, she reassuringly told herself. In the attempt to rise from her chair to transfer to her bed, she found that things weren't as they had just seemed a moment ago. The young witch soon found that she couldn't remove herself from the chair and even more, she was horrifyingly tied to it, unable to move. Her bedroom encounter with Bellatrix hadn't been a dream. It had been very real, and now she was somewhere that she wasn't familiar with, tied to a chair in a dark room, vulnerable and as far as she could tell – very alone.
What could she want with me? What do I have that is of any value to her? Hermione wondered in the darkness. Does she want to kill me? Is she going to use me to get to Harry? …Or does the Dark Lord want something and is just using his precious little messenger to do the dirty work?
All these thoughts running through her head and she couldn't settle on a single one. Too many possibilities were at hand and the fact that she was sitting in a dark room, that she now identified as a basement due to its musky scent, possibly waiting for her demise to come was a little to nerve-wracking for Hermione.
I'm going to have to just get out of here, the determined young woman told herself. No wand. Hands are tied behind my back. I'm stuck to this god-awful chair. This is going to take some time…and that's something I don't have.
But she was willing to try anyway.
Barely audible grunts of struggle were coming from the room of solitude. Through the darkness if one listened close enough, sounds of Hermione attempting to shimmy her way out of her binds could be heard. Her heartbeat began to quicken as she felt the binds on her hands begin to slowly work its way down closer to the tips of her fingers…
Suddenly, she felt her head jolt backwards. A throbbing pain began at the back of her skull and it felt as though her hair might just rip out of her skull. Just then, a haunting laugh came from directly behind her that gave her chills down her spine. She wasn't alone anymore. Had she even been alone in the first place? Or was this Bellatrix's sick form of entertainment? Letting a victim think they have a shred of hope to escape only to tip the scales back in her favor at the last second.
With the short and quiet utterance of a word just before it, in a flash Hermione was visibly staring up into the face of Bellatrix Lestrange. If this had been only a short few years ago, Hermione would have been a mess. But now, after the things she had faced, she was able to keep her composure. Even with the icy stare Bellatrix was glaring down at her with. Her soulless, emotionless, truly black eyes could cause the next ice age with one glance.
Although Hermione was able to remain as calm as one would expect in this situation, Bellatrix could still hint to the true fear behind her eyes. This caused a horrifying grin to come across her deep red lips that revealed years of neglected oral care. The sight of this alone caused Hermione's stomach to churn – and the fact that her parents were dentists didn't help any either.
Hermione took prepping breath in and was just about to speak when she felt the grip on her hair tighten and her skull jolt back even further.
"Ah, ah, ah," Bellatrix shook her head while speaking in her hushed tone. The black eyed, black haired woman stooped down to Hermione's level to speak to her in an even lower tone. "You must know that we aren't the only occupants in this house. You are not to speak. If anyone is woken, I'm going to have to kill you," she told Hermione – adding a rather sarcastically disappointed tone to the ending statement. "And that just wouldn't be fun," Bellatrix finished before pushing her tongue out of her mouth to reach the warm skin of Hermione's right cheek. The young witch jumped in her chair at the sudden and disgusting contact. This caused a muffled version of the Death Eater's wicked laugh to erupt, but she calmed quickly.
"You see," she began, slowly making her way from the back of Hermione to the front while she spoke, easing her grip on her hair as she went, "being the Dark Lord's number ONE servant, it sometimes gets rather…lonely. Nobody to play with, that is." Her eyes seemed to light up at her last statement, now staring down at Hermione from the front. She jammed her knee in between Hermione's promptly tight together knees so that she was now placed in between the two. "So he's granted me permission to have a few… play-things now and then." An evil chuckle from deep in her throat was quietly heard and she leaned down so that she was now, quite literally, face to face with Granger.
"I've had my eye on you ever since the Ministry mishap," she whispered, her breath hot and wet against Hermione's tightly closed lips. Hermione's gaze didn't falter from the black stare of Bellatrix's, but if someone were to hold her close it would be easy to tell that she was shaking to the bone. "If you're as much fun as I believe you're going to be, I might even keep you around a bit."
During this last sentence, Bella's stare finally faltered down to Hermione's lips. The young witch's nerves were going crazy on the inside. Her heart rate was off the wall, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe through her nose fast enough. It was almost as if she was drowning on air. She finally succumbed to her body's wishes and loosely pursed her lips. Bellatrix saw her advantage and took it. With a quiet yet ravage growl she rushed forward and violently pressed her lips against Hermione's. This sudden action startled the bound girl, but she had nowhere to run off to.
It felt like a glimpse into forever before Bellatrix moved her head backwards from Hermione's. Both witches chests were rising and falling at a fast rate due to the lack of air, and each breath in the cool, dark basement felt wonderful. Hermione had no chance to regain her composure, a few moments of breathing and Bellatrix was back at it, except this time Hermione's lips were left bare. Her neck was the new object of Bella's attention. Disgusting, hot grunts were shooting from Bella's throat into Hermione's ear. The young witch attempted to move away the best she could, even the slightest distance between herself and Bellatrix would make her happy at this moment.
Crack!
Hermione's left cheek felt hot and she winced at the stinging pain. She had been hit with such a force that her mind was jumbled, as if all her thoughts had been knocked off their shelves because of the slap. All she knew is that she wanted, no; NEEDED, to go home. To go anywhere that was away from this horrible situation. She didn't know if she could stand another moment of this, or to see what was to come. She was afraid for her life and for her sanity. She couldn't even begin to comprehend what was happening. All she knew is that it was low, disgusting and wrong, and that she didn't like it one bit.
"You filthy Mudblood," Bellatrix growled, snapping at Hermione's face. She then pointed her lit wand at Hermione's left arm. Without saying a word, it somehow slipped from the binding and slid out easily, floating lazily at Hermione's side. Bellatrix promptly grabbed the arm with her right hand while keeping her wand in her left and at her side. Her grip on Hermione's arm was crippling, and she loosened it up just enough to slide her hand from Hermione's forearm to her hand. She was now leaning in, closer than comfort for Hermione.
The Death Eater slowly moved Hermione's hand to touch the cloth dress in the area directly under her arm. She took her time in moving it down, gliding it over where the leather material of her underbust stitched leather corset met the dress – making Hermione caress her curves against her will. She then proceeded to double back moving upwards this time. Bellatrix moved Hermione's hand diagonally across the leather corset and stopped and her thick breathing quavered when she felt the young girl's hand pressed against her right breast.
"Grasp it," Bellatrix heavily whispered into her ear. Hermione was reluctant, simply sitting there with her head turned away from Bellatrix, eyes closed, attempting to get away in her mind and hope that her body would follow.
"Do it or I'll kill you now," Bellatrix threatened through gritted teeth. Hermione clenched down on her own set of teeth and squeezed her eyes tighter. She took a deep breath and held it, holding back the tears that wanted to desperately to burst out at this very moment. A second later her fingers slowly began to squeeze into the partly clothed flesh. A shuddering sigh of pleasure came from Bellatrix as she threw her head back, feeling the girl's tightening grasp.
Everything in Hermione's body was telling her to stop. To just stop listening to Bellatrix and let her kill her, because death couldn't be much worse than this. But there was this little sliver of something in the back of her brain that wouldn't allow her to do so. She had to keep going; if not for her life, than to live through this dreadful ordeal in order to come out alive and to continue to help Harry in his journey to destroy the ultimate evil and save the entire world from a nightmare universe.
A clanking sound rang throughout the dark basement for a moment as Bellatrix allowed her wand to hit the ground. She yanked Hermione's right arm from the bind that held it behind her back and clumsily hiked her filthy dress up above her knees in order to place Hermione's hand underneath to graze her bare thigh. She forced her hand to run up and down the length, reaching the nylon covered beginning of her knee to her waist and back again. As this was happening, Bellatrix slowly situated that she was straddling the young girl beneath her, pressing her torso up against the body in the chair.
By this time, both of Hermione's hands – working separately on different body parts – were moving without much guidance from Bellatrix. This pleased the witch very much, loosening her pressure on her hands gradually, and then finally setting them free. Hermione was still fixed to the chair, helpless in a strange place without a wand. There was not much she could do. In fact, there was nothing she could do except obey the orders that she was given and hope that she would be let free, or killed, very soon.
Bella's hands now found a new home, wrapped around Hermione's neck – gripping tightly, but not tightly enough to cause any real damage. She tilted Hermione's head backwards and then to the side, providing herself with a rather appealing bit of flesh to feast upon. This caused a sensation to run throughout Hermione that was for once, unidentifiable to her. She didn't know what to call it, but as she sat there disgusted with the woman now on top of her, she couldn't claim this sensation to be completely unpleasant.
"Good little Mudblood," Bellatrix breathlessly whispered into Hermione's ear. Hermione could almost suffocate against the matted hair of Bellatrix that was constantly being pressed against her face. She couldn't believe what she was about to do, but she had to keep telling herself – it was for the sake of the greater good.
Taking what seemed to be the thousandth deep breath of faith; her head dove under Bella's hair and reached the bare, pale skin of her neck. Without stopping to think, Hermione's mouth wetly began covering Bella's neck in sloppy patches. This caused Bella's eyes to widen in the darkness followed by a squeal of surprise and her signature dark chuckle. "Mm, you're better than I thought," she stated, pressing her lower body harder against Hermione. "You like this, don't you?" she rhetorically asked with words as sharp as razors. "Mmm, yes; you like this," Bellatrix decided aloud for Hermione. "But the fun hasn't even begun," she warned as her left hand reached under her tattered dress to find Hermione's, guiding it diagonally exactly as she did with the other one; but this destination was not to be the same as before.
This time, Hermione's right hand was placed directly between Bella's legs where she then learned that this certain dark witch fancied the freer option. Hermione had begun to, yet again, freak out. Was this actually happening? Had this situation escalated into this so quickly!? She had no knowledge of what to do and quite frankly didn't want to find out like this, or anytime soon for that matter.
"Go ahead," Bellatrix whispered through her grin.
Hermione paused for a moment. Go ahead … with WHAT!? She didn't know. This was it. She was going to be killed. She was going to be killed because she didn't know how to have sex. She knew what it was, but she didn't know the proper way to go about it! That piece of knowledge never seemed worthy enough for her to allow into her brain. She hadn't even begun to explore her own body yet!
"Go. Ahead," rang again in her ear.
Hermione trembled. She winced at what she was about to do.
"I… I don't know how," Hermione whispered as softly as possible. As soon as she arrived to consciousness she was told not to speak, but it was either that or do something wrong, make Bellatrix angry and be killed. Either way, death seemed like the ending result. She then closed her eyes and prepared her for the Avada Kedavra! that she knew was in her near future.
But this seemed to amuse Bellatrix, this assumption gathered by the quiet yet equally eerie cackle.
"I must keep you around a little longer than anticipated…" she told Hermione, backing her torso away from the seated one she had been pressed up against for quite some time. She then craned her head downwards, looking Hermione directly in the eye. It could be slightly seen due to the still lit wand that was on the floor at their side, but nevertheless Hermione could feel Bella's stare on her.
Throughout all this time, the deranged look that was always in Bellatrix's eyes never left but now that Hermione could see it and feel it pounding into her skull, she was aware of it even more.
Bellatrix leaned in closely to Hermione's face, still staring her square in the eye.
This time her voice wasn't in a whisper. It was more of a hushed tone, yet her voice sounded as if she was simply speaking. She paused for a moment to stare at Hermione's frightened face one more time for another validation of her recent satisfaction before moving in to corrupt the witch a little more, snaking her tongue deep into her mouth. Hermione's tongue lay dead in her mouth, and in a seconds notice – without thinking – it began to move around, grazing Bella's darting tongue. Bellatrix then pulled away suddenly, surprised; but in a good way. Another grin grew on her face as she felt the wave of defeat coming from Hermione and snickered at how much joy it brought into her heartless soul.
"I see I have much to teach you," she said through her grin. Bella's left hand once again traveled underneath her dress to teach Hermione something she would never forget. And at that moment, a loud gasp of pleasure echoed throughout the basement.
