It had been two months since Hermione's encounter with the infamous Death Eater in Diagon Alley. A change occurred in her during the time she spent with Bellatrix – Hermione did not pester Harry or Ron about their studying habits and she no longer spent the majority of her spare time with the two. She became a recluse of sorts once the term had started at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron had bothered Hermione to no end to discover the truth of what happened that day after they found her, but she refused to tell. Good friends as they were, Harry and Ron didn't spread word about what they had seen and what they thought happened, they kept it to themselves. For that, Hermione was thankful. And she was also thankful when they stopped following her around the castle trying to get her to have a conversation with them.
Her nose was always stuck in a book at the Gryffindor table during meals – which she rarely showed up to anymore. She didn't eat much, she didn't socialize anymore and she barely slept. Whenever she closed her eyes, tucked comfortably in her bed, her dreams were anything but friendly. At first, they were terrorizing adventures that always ended at the feet of Bellatrix Lestrange, under her control in a dark room. The cackling laugh rang in her ears wherever she went, and especially in her sleep. But after a while they were less focused on the torture. They were... sensual. But in the darkest and most haunting sensual she had ever experienced. The cackling laugh was replaced with the low, loud groans of pleasure she heard coming from the Death Eater – and the reluctant whimpers of enjoyment that escaped from the frizzy haired witch.
Those dreams were more horrifying than the purely tortuous ones. So Hermione attempted to avoid them altogether. Instead, she indulged herself in books of all sorts. She was on top of things in her study and had taken quite the liking to caffeinated beverages. She brought stacks upon stacks of books back to her bedside to keep her company throughout the night and spent her free time hidden in the library. The people that usually took comfort in Hermione's wisdom and opinions now found her to be irritable and had stopped coming around her. The once semi-popular, social, caring, happy witch was now the opposite of everything she used to be. She even stopped participating insufferably in all of her classes, which caused some chat amongst the Professors of Hogwarts.
But on this October night Hermione was not in her bed. She was nowhere to be found in the common room, but if you listened closely in the library you would hear the slightest noise of pages rustling every so often. The young witch had become prone to borrowing Harry's invisibility cloak and spending the night in the library when she was feeling especially unsocial. That had been the case tonight after Ron's outburst in the common room. It seemed that he had had enough of the new Hermione that had come to Hogwarts this year and since Harry had given up for the moment, the emotionally insufficient Ron took it upon himself to bother her again about the way she had been acting. But emotions rose quickly and he was soon screaming at Hermione telling her to snap out of it and stop being a twit instead of calmly telling her that her friends missed her and how much they cared about her. So she took it upon herself to seek comfort and solace in the only place she knew: the library, inside of a book.
She had picked up a new book that night about dark forces, a new interest that had struck that year, and was sucked into the middle of a chapter on Azkaban. The clock was nearing twelve thirty and she was nowhere near tired, now used to being awake for long amounts of time, when she heard a sound that caught her attention. It was barely detectable, but being accustomed to the library's dead silence in the middle of the night she heard it with no problem. Her eyes shot up from the pages of the book and scanned the dark row she was sitting in. Her instincts immediately told her that it was a teacher. They knew what she was up to, that she was out of bed at this hour, and had come to find her and punish her for being in the library. But her eyes could detect nothing and after a moment, she merely pushed it aside and continued her reading. Moments after the scare, she heard it again. And again. It sounded as if it was getting louder. Hermione's heart began to beat faster and she grew nervous at the thought of being discovered and punished – never being able to come here in the middle of the night again. Just take the book with you and leave. Leave now. That was what her mind was telling her, and she was keen on doing just that.
The witch put her lit wand in her pocket to obstruct the light that had been coming from it's tip, too nervous to mutter a tiny nox to put it out. She slowly and carefully shut the book and rose from the chair. Testing the waters, she took a step forward. She made no sound. A couple more steps forward. She would be in the clear. She just had to take it slow. If she rushed, she was bound to be discovered. Hermione slowly inched her way down the row. Halfway through, she had noticed there was no indication that the sound had recurred in the few minutes she had spent shuffling her way to get out of the library. Her pulse was slowing and paranoia was departing when she felt something. She could actually feel someone watching her. It was as if their eyes were piercing through the back of her head.
Hermione froze where she was. She refused to move, just in the off chance she made a sound. She took in a shuddering breath, her eyes bulging wide. The next thing she heard was heavy breathing in her ear.
Maybe you're just going crazy, maybe you're going completely bonkers. It's all the sleep you've been missing, all the isolation you've put yourself through. Yes, that's what it is. Her mind was racing, and was interrupted by the sudden jerk her body involuntarily made. She had been grabbed from behind, something was muffling her mouth and her nose. Her body had been lifted from the ground and she was now moving forward. Hermione did everything that she could with her strength, now weakened due to her current habits, but it was futile. She dropped the book with a loud thud on the passing library floor and the person, creature, being, whatever it was behind her fumbled in their steps.
"Filthy mudblood" came a sharp voice behind her. It was as if her blood had turned to ice and her lungs were paralyzed. Without one thought the tears began flowing. Not again, not again, please not again, no, no, no, her mind pleaded as the pace quickened. The library was now far behind them, the struggling young witch and the ice cold Death Eater that had yet again captured her. The statement left no mystery to the person behind this. It was her. She was back. Bellatrix Lestrange.
Hermione was thrown upon the hard surface of the floor, hard. The invisibility cloak that had been covering her slid off her in her travel through the air. The room was dimly lit and unrecognizable. They couldn't have left Hogwarts that quickly. But how in the world was she in the castle? Hermione looked around quickly, frazzled by everything that had just happened. There was only one place that they could be since there wasn't a room or passageway in the castle that she didn't know about. The Room of Requirement.
Bellatrix's leather boots beat upon the stone ground and sent chilling echoes throughout the room. It took a few moments before she appeared to Hermione, stepping into the insufficient light provided by the room. "Why so surprised to see me, mudblood?" the black haired witch growled. A devilish smile grew upon her face as her black eyes bore into Hermione Granger like there was no tomorrow. "I told you I'd be seeing you soon, and I don't ever lie."
Bellatrix rushed forward and grabbed Hermione by the throat, bringing her upon her feet. They were now face to face, Hermione's wet and glistening eyes staring into Bella's haunting black orbs. "Ah," she exhaled, hissing pleasurably. "Do you know where we are?" Bellatrix asked sharply. "Oh but of course you do. You know everything. You insufferable little KNOW IT ALL." With her last words she slammed Hermione hard up against the wall behind them, her grip upon Hermione's neck tightening for a moment. Bellatrix brought her free hand up to stroke Hermione's hair, surprisingly gentle. "Mm, I've missed my play thing, yes I have," she said lowly, pushing herself up against Hermione. She released her grasp on Hermione's neck and grabbed her wrist now, twisting it. Unwillingly, Hermione's lower half shot forward and Bellatrix brought Hermione's arm around her back. She let out a small gasp of pain and her body began crawling when she realized she was now pressing her own body up against the Death Eater's.
The cackling laugh that had haunted Hermione for so long rang throughout the room. Hermione's sobs escalated and the gasps of breath grew larger. "Oh so eager," Bellatrix whispered into Hermione's ear before bringing the tip of her tongue in contact with Hermione's earlobe. The young witch shuddered at the feeling. "But I can only imagine the kind of fun dreams our last encounter has provided you with." Hermione could feel the smile coming back to Bella's face. "Mmmmmm," the Death Eater moaned, grinding herself up against the shuddering figure she had pushed against the wall. Hermione made a sound of disgust that was just audible for Bella to hear. She roughly slammed Hermione against the wall again, her head now hitting the stone.
"Don't try and play that game with me," Bellatrix said forcefully, her hand that wasn't twisting Hermione's wrist traveling to the front of Hermione's pajama pants as she spoke. Her hand slid down into the pants and underneath Hermione's underwear for a moment, trespassing once more to her opening. She retracted her fingers and her hand entirely after a moment, now holding it between their faces. Even in the dim light, her fingers glistened. Bellatrix brought her face closer to her hand and touched her lips to her fingers before moving them across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth slowly and touched her fingers to her tongue, carefully traipsing it up and down her middle finger. "You're a filthy little mudblood, aren't you?" Bellatrix taunted, proud of revealing Hermione's wetness. She removed her hand that was obstructing their faces and now began to trace Hermione's curves. Her mouth closed in on the exposed flesh of the young one's neck and she scraped her teeth across it with much pressure. A shudder erupted.
Bellatrix gasped and her head popped up again, her black eyes gleaming with glory. "You like that, don't you? It makes you wet. You don't have to be afraid, I know it turns you on," she hissed.
"I hate you." This voice was different from the deep, dark one that had been dominating the room. It was weak, yet full of force. "I detest every bit of you. You're disgusting. You're vile. You make my skin crawl."
Whack! The side of Hermione's face stung and instantly got hot.
"Don't you dare speak to me, you filthy girl! You want to play games like this? You should have thought before you spoke to me that way. If you haven't noticed, I have all the power and you have nothing. You are defenseless, helpless. And it turns you on. You want me to fuck you senseless right now."
Hermione's stare did not falter from Bella's as she spoke. Her eyes were wide with the sudden surprise of the hit and the tears were flowing heavily down Hermione's cheeks. As she spoke, Bellatrix moved her face closer and closer to Hermione's so that their lips were almost touching and she could feel the heat of her last words. The Death Eater's body slowly moved up and down against Hermione's, her legs now spread. Her lips crept up, yet again, into a sharp smile. In the silence, Hermione's eyes dropped down to glance at the pale red lips that she detested. She hated those lips on that disgusting woman. She hated everything about her, especially her lips. Those moist... plump lips...
Bellatrix hissed, pleasantly this time, now noticing where Hermione had been looking.
"I've caught you. Oh I've caught you, you disgusting little girl. You're weak. You're powerless. And. You. Want. Me."
"NO." Hermione's forceful voice echoed in the room. "You're wrong. I don't. I hate you. I HATE YOU."
The back of her head stung again as it knocked up against the wall. Bellatrix chuckled, low and taunting. Her hand found it's way in between Hermione's clothed legs. "No use in trying to hide it," she began, her last word more forceful than the others as she ripped open the front of Hermione's pants. Without missing a beat Bellatrix slid her fingers underneath her underwear again and began teasing her opening.
"You're sopping wet!" she exclaimed, her eyes now bulging with the closest emotion of happiness the dark wizard could experience. Hermione pursed her lips and bit down, suppressing a groan that was dying to get out. Bellatrix edged her nails against Hermione's flesh with just enough pressure to edge over into pain. Hermione's back straightened as she tried to distance herself from the woman, her brows furrowed, her cheeks wet, her chest rising and falling quickly. She closed her eyes tightly, fighting against the pleasant feeling in between her legs. She couldn't be feeling this. No. This was Bellatrix Lestrange, the most vile person she ever had the displeasure of meeting. This couldn't be happening. She wouldn't allow it. She wouldn't...
Bellatrix plunged her fingers into Hermione after a fair amount of teasing. Hermione gasped loudly at the sudden intrusion and her eyes opened wide to see Bellatrix staring at her with a straight face, almost studying Hermione's. When she wasn't throwing a fierce stare with that ugly smile on her face, her features were soft. Almost, pleasant. Almost... beautiful...
Once the witch noticed her plaything had come back to reality, she smiled and the look in her eyes returned. "This is what you've been wanting all along, isn't it? You've been yearning to have me inside of you," she said darkly, her head tilting to the side giving her an air of natural craziness. She forcefully pushed her fingers further inside. Hermione's free hand clutched into the fabric of the woman's dress. Bellatrix felt a sudden tugging and looked down quickly, a surprise that only increased the pleasure she was getting from this situation. She now released her tight grasp upon Hermione's wrist, setting it free.
Frustrated grunts were now coming from the small girl pressed against the wall. Bellatrix brought the hand that had been restricting Hermione underneath her dress and began to rub herself.
"You close your eyes while I fuck you," Bellatrix hissed, and Hermione obeyed without a question. She was in another land, it seemed. She wasn't able to comprehend the feeling that was rushing through her veins at the moment, but it was so addicting that she couldn't deny it. She wanted more and she wanted it now. She started grinding against the fingers moving in and out of her, muffled grunts audible through her closed lips.
At that cue, Bellatrix plunged her own fingers inside of herself. She was undeniably wet from the torture and resistance she had experienced. She stared at Hermione, as though hypnotized. Her eyes seemed to penetrate the young girl before her. Her pace quickened inside of herself and inside of Hermione, both going deeper and deeper inside. Hermione's hand raised and snatched a patch of curly black and white hair and pulled back at it forcefully. Bellatrix gasped deeply at the move the young witch had taken. She showed no signs of pleasure or pain, anger or otherwise. Her gaze continued to stay on the face of Hermione Granger as tears sneaked their way out of her eyes and made paths down her cheeks. Bella's chest began to quicken. As she continued to stare, her eyes got hot and her vision fuzzy. Her lips stayed closed unlike Hermione's that were now parted and small moans escaped from her lips. Both of the women were nearing their orgasms. Bellatrix felt herself tighten around her fingers seconds after she felt Hermione do the same. The young witch inhaled sharply as she felt the bliss of her release. Bellatrix's view of Hermione's face was now completely fuzzy, she could barely make out her face in the dark room. Feeling Hermione's release brought her into her own and she now looked up at the ceiling.
Her eyes closed tightly as she experienced an intense orgasm of her own. Her body shuddered and her stance slacked, her body resting a bit more heavily against Hermione's. Once she started to come down, she opened her eyes which then focused upon Hermione's face once more. In the dim light she could see the glistening orbs of the young witch focused upon her own, her face full of surprise as her movement against Bellatrix's fingers slowed down. In one quick movement she removed her fingers from Hermione and slapped the witch yet again. Hermione's eyes closed against the stinging pain and her hand that had been tangled in Bellatrix's hair was now resting against the reddened skin on her cheek. As she took a moment to regroup, she saw a quick flash of black fabric meet the Death Eater's face in a wiping motion.
"LEAVE. NOW." The dark, frightening voice was back and echoed throughout the room as if it were taunting Hermione. Scrambling upon the floor to grab the invisibility cloak she put it upon her and left the room, leaving Bellatrix bracing herself against the wall, breathing heavily with her gaze at the ground. All the way back to the common room the only thing on her mind were the wet paths that glistened in the low light back in the Room of Requirement and the red puffy eyes that had seemed to stare deep inside of her, into her very soul.
