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As she closed the heavy wooden door behind her, Hermione smoothed out the wrinkles in her uniform: a sleek black long sleeve dress with a fitted collar and flared skirt, chosen by her mistress . She ran her fingers through her unruly hair, arranging it in a neat and professional style.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, mentally preparing herself for what lay ahead. The scent of lavender and vanilla lingered in the air.
She paused for a moment, contemplating her next move. With a swift motion, she reached for the strap on her thigh and retrieved her wand. She aimed it at her mouth, murmuring an incantation to freshen her breath. The sparkling light from the wand danced across her lips, leaving behind a hint of mint and lavender.
Even if she did not take action,her mistress would not give it a second thought.
On the contrary,It would amuse her.
But their guest would certainly mind.
With her mind made up, she deftly cast a silencing charm on the opulent room she had just left, before heading for her destination. As she walked down the long hallway of the Black family manor, the grandeur and luxury of the estate was evident in every detail. Intricate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the pristine marble columns lining the walls.
Her footsteps echoed on the polished marble floor as she made her way down the familiar path, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She passed by a grand portrait of the Black family's ancestor, their proud eyes seeming to follow her as she walked
The air was thick with the scent of old money and history, as if every inch of this grand mansion held deep, buried secrets. The gleaming marble floors seemed to whisper tales of days gone by, while the intricately carved woodwork on the walls and ceilings spoke of a time when opulence and extravagance reigned supreme. It may have been years ago when they had sneered and scoffed at her presence, but it never bothered her.
She could still remember the calculating look on her mistress's face, a fleeting moment of surprise, the first time she had walked past those portrait, unfazed by their petty insults. The sun had caught her hair just right, setting it ablaze with fiery highlights, and her footsteps were light and confident as she strode by. It might have been at that moment that her mistress truly saw her for the first time, seeing potential and usefulness behind her quiet demeanor.
Descending the winding staircase, she catches sight of the elf frantically trying to soothe the uninvited guest that demands her immediate attention.
One fiery-haired individual - the eldest Weasley sibling. The contrast of his vibrant lock against the muted tone of their surroundings is striking. With furrowed brows and crossed arms, he appears to be engrossed in a heated discussion.
The distinct sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor echoed through the grand entrance hall, announcing her arrival to those within. The Eldest Weasley turned towards her, his frustrated gaze meeting hers. She could see the anger radiating from him. He was visibly upset about something.
Hermione gave him a quick once-over, noting his appearance and demeanor. He wore an expensive-looking black robe, with a matching shirt and tie. His hair was disheveled, as if he had been running his fingers through it repeatedly. He had a few days' worth of stubble on his face.
Seeing him so close now, she understand why it had been so easy.
Having finished assessing him, she bowed her head respectfully.
"Welcome to the The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. How may I help you, Mr. Weasley?" Her voice was calm and collected, betraying no emotion. She lifted her gaze to meet his.
"I'm here to see Fleur." He said curtly, his tone sharp and biting. "Now."
Hermione tilted her head slightly, feigning innocence. "I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley. I don't believe she's currently available."
His eyes flashed dangerously, a hint of something dark behind them. "I don't care what she's doing. I'm here to see my wife, and I'll see her now."
She smiled sweetly at him, unfazed by his harsh tone. "I'm afraid I can't allow that, sir. Mrs. Black and Mrs. Weasley are currently working on a case at the moment."
Mixing truth with lies.
" Auror business." she added.
Mr. Weasley took a step towards her, towering over her small frame. His gaze was intense, penetrating.
"Don't test me, Miss..." He trailed off, realizing he had never asked for her name.
"Granger. " She stated calmly, meeting his gaze without flinching.
She could see the recognition in his eyes the moment she spoke her last name.
There was a moment of silence as he studied her, taking in her features.
"So it's you"
She didn't bother to respond, simply maintaining eye contact with him.
His jaw clenched as he continued. "I've heard the stories about you." He spat out.
She could practically feel the anger radiating off him in waves.
"They say you're nothing more than a glorified lapdog. That you do her bidding like a mindless little puppet. They say you're nothing more than a worthless little plaything." His voice was filled with disdain and contempt, his eyes burning with a dark, dangerous fire.
"I suppose they're right." She said simply, her tone neutral.
Mr. Weasley let out a mirthless laugh. "Of course they are. You're nothing more than a pawn. A toy."
A wicked smirk graced her lips.
"And what about you, Mr. Weasley? What are you?"
"I'm not a toy."
She shook her head slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "No, you're not. You're a liability."
The word echoed through the grand entrance hall. A cold chill ran down his spine.
He glared at her, his eyes narrowed in anger. "What did-?"
"That's quite enough Weasle" a cool, commanding voice cut through the tension like a knife.
Hermione turned around to find her mistress, Bellatrix, standing at the top of the staircase. Her long, dark hair fell loosely around her shoulders, framing her pale face. Her black dress hugged her curves, accentuating her slender figure. Her dark eyes were filled with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
Bill's wife, Fleur was by her side, a vision in a flowing white gown. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back into an elegant updo, and her blue eyes were fixed on her husband.
"You should know better than to barge into someone else's home and make demands, Bill." Bellatrix's words were laced with a subtle warning.
He stared at her, his eyes burning with indignation and hatred. "You've brainwashed her."
Bellatrix raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow blowing some imaginary dirt. "I've done no such thing."
Bill opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off by his wife's stern voice. "That's enough, Bill."
"Listen to your wife." Bellatrix said coolly.
"This is not the place to discuss this." Fleur's tone was firm, her gaze never wavering as she descended the stairs.
"Fine." He bit out through gritted teeth.
Fleur turned to Hermione, her expression softening slightly. "I apologize for my husband's behavior, Miss Granger."
Hermione shook her head, dismissing her apology. "It's no trouble, ma'am."
"Let's go home, Bill." Fleur said, turning back to her husband.
He scowled at her, before finally relenting.
"This isn't over." He shot one last glare at Bellatrix, before stalking out of the manor, his wife in tow.
With her hand resting on the heavy door, Fleur couldn't help but steal a glance towards Hermione, her mask of indifference slipping as she caught Hermione's piercing gaze. Her husband, oblivious to this exchange, continued to talk with the other guests.
But the heated stare from Hermione was meant only for her.
Fleur's eyes drifted down to Hermione's lips, unable to resist the temptation. A light flush appeared on the French's cheeks, confirming that she understood the words Hermione had silently mouthed to her before the door shut with a resounding thud. The tension between them was palpable, like a charged electrical wire waiting to spark at any moment.
Good girl
"Well, well. Looks like the Veela is quite taken with you,pet."
Bellatrix's sultry voice interrupted her thoughts, drawing her attention back to her mistress.
Hermione turned towards her, taking in the sight of the beautiful woman. Her dark eyes were twinkling with mischief, and her full lips were curled into a smirk.
"What's mine is yours" Hermione replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Mm."
Bellatrix hummed in response, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"Come, pet." She commanded, turning and walking down the corridor, knowing full well that her command would be obeyed without question.
As she trailed behind her mistress, Hermione's gaze couldn't help but be drawn to the way her hips swayed with each step. The rhythmic movement was mesmerizing, like a dance in slow motion. But it wasn't just her hips that captured Hermione's attention. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the exposed skin of her neck, her pulse visibly beating beneath the surface. The elegant lines of her jaw and the delicate curve of her neck leading down to her chest were like works of art, each feature perfectly sculpted. And as the fabric of her dress clung to every contour and curve, Hermione couldn't help but notice the intoxicating allure of the woman's figure. The swell of her breasts was emphasized by the tight fabric, teasing and tantalizing. It was impossible for Hermione to tear her gaze away from such a captivating sight.
The scent of her perfume was intoxicating.
The memory of her touch, her taste.
Her body responding.
A warmth began to spread from her belly, slowly seeping into her limbs and causing a flush to creep up her cheeks.
"Something on your mind, pet?"
Her mistress's voice, a seductive purr that sent shivers down her spine, interrupted her thoughts. Hermione's eyes locked with hers, a mixture of desire and need swirling within the depths of their emerald depths.
"He interrupted us," she murmured, her words barely audible in the hushed atmosphere.
The air was heavy with anticipation and longing as they stood there, caught in a moment of unspoken desire.
"Yes, he did."
Bellatrix stopped, turning to face her.
"And now, we'll have to finish what we started."
Her tone was low and husky, sending a shiver down Hermione's spine.
"Yes, ma'am." Hermione breathed, her eyes never leaving Bellatrix's.
As they headed back for the room she had previously left, Hermione couldn't help but recall the scene that had unfold in there.
The way Bellatrix had made them beg, pleading for release.
The way her nails would dig into Hermione's skin, marking her as her own.
The way they would explore every inch of Bella's body, driving her mad with pleasure.
The taste of Fleur lips on her own.
She was brought back to the present, as Bellatrix pushed open the door, opening the door wide.
"After you, pet."
As Hermione stepped inside, the scent of sex and sweat filled her nostrils.
The room was bathed in soft light, and the faint sound of music could be heard.
Bellatrix's bedroom was large and spacious, with luxurious furnishings. The walls were painted a deep red, and the floor was covered in plush carpet.
The bed was enormous, covered in dark silk sheets.
There was a large wardrobe and vanity in the corner, and a private bathroom.
The atmosphere was sensual and inviting, designed to heighten the senses and encourage pleasure.
"Undress for me, pet."
Hermione nodded, reaching down to remove her shoes.
She slipped off her heels, placing them neatly beside the door.
As she moved to undo the buttons on her uniform, her fingers trembling slightly.
The sound of Bellatrix's breathing filled her ears, and she could feel her own heart rate increasing.
With each button undone, the anticipation grew.
When her uniform was finally discarded, leaving her naked, she felt a fluttering in her stomach.
"My, my. Such a naughty pet" Bellatrix breathed, her gaze raking over Hermione's naked body.
"Where are your panties?"
She stepped closer to her, trailing her fingers along Hermione's collarbone.
"I removed them earlier, ma'am." Hermione replied, her voice shaky.
"And why is that, pet?"
Hermione swallowed, her throat dry.
"I didn't want to ruin them."
"Oh?" Bellatrix's hand moved lower, caressing her breast.
"And you're fine with staining my sheets? My carpet?"
Hermione bit her lip, her cheeks burning.
"Yes, ma'am."
Bellatrix smirked.
The action sent a thrill through Hermione, and she couldn't help but moan softly.
"Turn around."
Hermione did as she was told, facing away from Bellatrix.
She felt her hands on her hips, and then a sharp slap across her ass.
"Ah!" Hermione gasped, her body jolting.
"Did that feel good, pet?"
"Yes, ma'am." Hermione panted, the stinging pain mingling with pleasure.
Bellatrix chuckled, her breath hot against Hermione's ear.
"I'm going to punish you, pet."
Her hands moved lower, grasping Hermione's ass firmly.
"How shall I punish you?"
Hermione groaned, her knees trembling.
"However you see fit, ma'am."
She knew she was already dripping wet, aching for her mistress.
"Mmm." Bellatrix hummed, her lips brushing against Hermione's neck.
"Fleur..she was quite exquisite, wasn't she?"
The mention of the other woman's name was like a bolt of electricity, jolting Hermione from her haze.
"Y-yes"
"But not as exquisite as you, my pet."
Bellatrix's fingers moved lower, teasing Hermione's dripping folds.
"I can feel how wet you are for me."
She plunged a finger inside her, and Hermione cried out, her body arching against her mistress.
"Such a slut for me."
Hermione's eyes fluttered closed, her mind reeling with pleasure.
Bellatrix's lips were on her neck, her teeth nipping at her skin.
She added a second finger, pumping into her roughly.
"Oh god..." Hermione moaned, her voice shaking.
"You're so tight, pet."
Bellatrix increased her pace, her fingers curling inside her.
"Please, Bella..."
"Please what, pet?"
"Please... fuck me..."
"Oh, I intend to."
She removed her fingers from Hermione, eliciting a whine of protest.
"Patience, pet."
Hermione could hear her moving behind her, and then she felt the softness of a pillow against her knees.
"On your hands and knees, pet."
She obliged, sinking down onto the pillow, her knees on the plush carpet.
She could hear Bellatrix fiddling with something behind her, and then she felt a sharp sting on her ass.
"Ah!" She gasped, her body jolting.
Bellatrix chuckled, and then struck her again.
"Such a naughty pet."
"Please, Bella..." Hermione whimpered, her body quivering with need.
"Beg for it, pet."
"Please fuck me, Bella."
She struck her again, harder this time.
"I did not hear you."
"Please fuck me, mistress!"
"That's more like it."
Bellatrix pressed her body against Hermione's, her fingers dipping inside her once again.
"Tell me, pet. Who do you belong to?"
"You, Bella."
"And who owns this?"
She pressed her thumb against Hermione's swollen clit, and she nearly screamed with pleasure.
"You, mistress."
"Are you sure? Perhaps I should have Fleur check?" She asked innocently, pressing harder.
Hermione was lost in a haze of ecstasy, her body shuddering.
"I'm sure, mistress."
"You're a very naughty girl, pet."
"I know, mistress."
Bellatrix smirked, withdrawing her fingers and slapping her ass hard.
"Now, tell me. Which one of us do you love more?"
Her mistress possessivness, Hermione loves it
"You, Bella."
Bellatrix smacked her ass again, causing her to cry out.
Bellatrix's sadism, she craves it
"Who makes you feel the most alive?"
"You, Bella."
Hermione could feel the ache between her legs growing stronger, her body tingling with pleasure.
"And who fucks you the best?"
"You, mistress."
Bellatrix chuckled, her tongue licking up the length of Hermione's spine.
Her lips pressed against the back of her neck, and she thrust her fingers deep inside her, her thumb rubbing against her clit.
"Come for me, pet."
She fucked her hard, her fingers curling inside her, hitting that sweet spot.
Hermione cried out, her body spasming.
"That's it, pet. Come for me."
Hermione could feel her orgasm building, the tension in her body mounting.
"I'm close, Bella."
"I know, pet. I can feel it."
She pressed her thumb harder against her clit, her fingers thrusting into her.
Hermione could feel her climax approaching, her body tensing.
"Oh, god..."
"Come for me, pet."
With a few final thrusts, Hermione's body gave way, her orgasm washing over her.
She cried out, her voice muffled by the pillow.
Bellatrix continued fucking her, drawing out her orgasm.
"That's it, pet. Let go."
Hermione collapsed onto the pillow, her body quivering with pleasure.
Bellatrix's fingers were still inside her, coaxing another orgasm out of her.
Hermione shuddered, her body going limp.
Bellatrix withdrew her fingers, and Hermione could feel her moving behind her.
Her mistress's hand appeared in front of her face, her fingers slick with Hermione's juices.
"Suck."
She did as she was told, her mouth engulfing Bellatrix's fingers.
She tasted herself on her mistress's skin, her tongue swirling around her fingers.
Bellatrix smirked, pulling her fingers away.
Hermione head was pulled back, her mouth opening as Bellatrix kissed her.
Her lips were soft and full, and she could taste her own desire.
As their kiss broke, her mistress pulled her up and carried her to the bed.
She laid her down, and climbed on top of her, her body pressing against Hermione's.
Their lips met again, their tongues entwining.
Hermione could feel her mistress's arousal, her nipples hardening against her chest.
Bellatrix's lips moved down to Hermione's neck, her teeth grazing her skin.
"Bella..."
"Shhh."
She placed her palm on Hermione's breast, her fingers caressing her nipple.
Hermione moaned, her body arching into her touch.
"Bill" Bellatrix began, never stopping her movement,
Hermione glanced down at her
"Don't hunt him down..."
A smile was already forming on Hermione's lip.
"...yet"
Their eyes met, and Bellatrix leaned in, kissing her passionately.
"He's a liability" she repeated her earlier words.
Hermione could feel her mistress's desire growing, her fingers tracing the outline of her nipple.
"I know"
Bellatrix's eyes darkened with lust, her gaze burning into Hermione's.
"Don't worry, soon, you will be able to get your hand on him"
"Mmm." Hermione moaned, her body responding to her touch.
"I promise, my love."
She lowered her lips to Hermione's, their kiss deepening.
Her hand moved down between Hermione's legs, her fingers sliding inside her.
"Bella..."
Hermione could feel her arousal growing, her body tingling with pleasure.
"Just like you did with Rodolphus" Bellatrix whispered with a wicked smile.
Hermione bit her lower lip, remembering.
"It will be just like that."
Bellatrix's voice was low and husky, her lips brushing against Hermione's ear.
Her fingers were moving inside her, and Hermione could feel her climax approaching.
"My sweet little assassin"
Her mistress's words were like music to her ears, and she moaned as she felt her release wash over her.
She held her tightly as she shuddered, her orgasm ripping through her.
She was breathless, her body trembling.
And yet, as she smiled down at her lover, she meant every word coming out of her mouth.
"Anything for you, Mistress"
End