Hermione strode through the bustling halls of the Ministry, her posture straight and regal. Her mistress's latest orders in her mind, urging her on as she delivered important documents and ran various errands. As she passed by, people averted their gaze or whispered to each other, clearly unnerved by her presence.
It was almost comical, in a twisted way. Her mere presence seemed to discomfort those around her. Was it because they couldn't read her thoughts or understand her emotions? Perhaps. But she paid no attention to their opinions; after all, they often called her names like "Bellatrix's pet" or "dog". Little did they know, she took pride in these labels, relishing the power dynamic it created between them. To her, it was a symbol of honor and a constant reminder of her loyalty to Bellatrix - the one who had taken her under her wing and given her purpose. She reveled in being feared and misunderstood by others, for it only solidified her role as Bellatrix's unwavering companion.
As she rounded the corner, Hermione caught sight of Bill Weasley outside of her mistress's estranged sister, Andromeda Tonks' office.
They were engaged in a quiet conversation, but as soon as they spotted her, their voices fell silent and Bill's face twisted into a scowl.
He glared at her as she walked by, his eyes burning with hatred, their last encounter fresh in her mind. Hermione couldn't help but smile innocently at him, taunting him, getting under his skin. He was so easy to provoke, so predictable. It was almost boring.
"Mrs. Tonks." She ignored him and greeted the older woman, who gave her a polite smile.
"Good day, Miss Granger."
Bill was fuming now, his eyes following her every move. She could practically feel his rage simmering below the surface, begging to be unleashed.
He knows, or at least he strongly suspects.
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Mr Weasley, how is Mrs Delacour?" she asked politely, feigning innocence.
Bill clenched his jaw, his body stiff. "Mrs Weasley-" he corrected her, his tone sharp. "-is none of your concern."
Hermione arched an eyebrow, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I merely meant to ask how she's doing, Mr. Weasley. After all, during our last encounter, she appeared to be quite.. flustered."
Bill's face turned bright red, his nostrils flaring. He was barely able to contain his anger, his body visibly shaking. "You're playing a dangerous game, Miss Granger." His voice was barely above a whisper, a warning laced with a hint of menace.
Hermione's smile grew wider, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Am I, Mr. Weasley?" Her tone was calm and collected, as if she was discussing the weather, completely unfazed by his threats.
Bill glared at her, his fists clenched at his sides.
Hermione took a step towards him, her eyes never leaving his.
She could see the fury boiling within him, his body taut with tension.
"Do not worry Mr Weasley.." she began, her voice low and steady. "Mrs Delacour is always welcome in the Black manor."
Andromeda watched the exchange with growing concern, sensing the mounting tension between the two.
"You can be assured, I will personally make sure that her visit will be one of the most.. pleasant" she finished, her voice dropping to a seductive purr.
Bill's face was twisted with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. He was trembling now, his body tense, ready to pounce at any moment.
"You-" he spat out, his voice cracking.
Andromeda interjected, sensing the impending confrontation.
"Miss Granger." She cut in, her tone firm. "I need to speak to you in private."
Hermione tilted her head slightly, her eyes flickering towards her for a moment before returning her gaze to Bill.
She smiled sweetly "It was lovely seeing you again, Mr. Weasley."
With a swift bow, she turned and made her way towards Andromeda's office before stopping at the threshold.
She paused, throwing a glance over her shoulder.
"Please, do send my regards to Mrs Delacour" she added, a hint of mischief in her tone.
Bill's face was now a deep crimson, his eyes burning with rage and his body visibly shaking.
Hermione suppressed a chuckle, reveling in his torment.
She stepped into Andromeda's office, her mistress's sister closing the door behind them.
"That was a little too far, don't you think?"
Andromeda's question was more of a statement than a question.
Hermione shrugged, a coy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I was simply making conversation, Mrs. Tonks."
Andromeda sighed, shaking her head. "Bella is rubbing off on you, Hermione."
The mention of her mistress's name brought a genuine smile to Hermione's lips.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"I'm sure you will."
Andromeda studied her carefully, her expression a mixture of amusement and concern.
"He's digging around, asking questions."
Hermione smiled, her eyes never leaving Andromeda's.
"Good."
The older woman raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued.
"Good?"
Hermione nodded, taking a step closer to Andromeda.
"Because the more he digs, the more likely he is to find something. And when he does, well..."
She let the implications hang in the air, her smile widening.
Andromeda shook her head, a knowing smirk on her lips. "You're ruthless."
Hermione shrugged nonchalantly, a twinkle in her eye. "I learned from the best."
A laugh escaped the older woman's lips, her expression lightening.
"I don't doubt it."
Andromeda took a step closer, her delicate hands reaching out to cup Hermione's face, her thumbs gently brushing across her cheeks.
There was a moment of silence, the two women gazing at each other.
Hermione couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between Andromeda and her mistress. They both had the same piercing eyes, the same dark hair, the same confident and commanding demeanor. And yet, they were also very different. While Bellatrix was brash and bold, Andromeda was more subdued and calculating.
"So Fleur? I had no idea."
Hermione chuckled, leaning into her touch. "Not many people do."
Andromeda's gaze dropped, her eyes lingering on Hermione's lips. "How did this start?"
Hermione smiled, brown eyes meeting Andromeda's. "Does it really matter?"
The older woman's lips curled into a smirk. "I suppose not."
Her hands slid down Hermione's neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone.
Her mistress and Mrs Tonks, so different and yet so similar.
Hermione closed her eyes, sighing contentedly.
Andromeda's fingers moved lower, gliding over the swell of her breasts.
"Have you thought about my offer?" The older woman asked, her voice barely above a whisper as her hands reached for Hermione's hips, gripping them tightly.
Hermione's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with Andromeda's.
"Your offer?"
Most would think that between the two sisters, her mistress was the worst of the two when it comes to controlling their needs, their desires. But Hermione knew better, once they find something they like, something they crave, they pursue it relentlessly, not letting go until they have it.
An obsession that was so deeply ingrained within their blood.
Andromeda's lips were only a breath away from Hermione's, her fingers tracing circles on her lower back.
"To be mine" she breathed, her breath hot against Hermione's lips.
A smile tugged at the corners of the younger woman's mouth.
"And what if I'm not yours to claim, Andromeda?"
The older woman's lips brushed against her cheek, her tongue teasing the edge of her jaw.
"That's why I said 'be mine'"
Hermione tilted her head, allowing Andromeda to trail kisses along her neck.
"What if I don't want to be yours?"
Her words were a challenge, a taunt.
Behind the pristine facade, the older woman was just as possessive as her sister.
"Then I'll just have to convince you" she murmured, her teeth nipping at Hermione's skin.
Hermione laughed, the sound melodic.
"Convince me? How?"
Andromeda's hands roamed lower, cupping Hermione's ass and pulling her closer.
"I have my ways."
Hermione's breath hitched, her body responding to the older woman's touch.
The Black sisters: Their obsessions. Their needs. Their desires.
"I won't lie, I'm jealous" Andromeda purred, her lips pressing against the hollow of Hermione's throat.
Hermione's pulse quickened, her hands tangling in Andromeda's hair.
"Of what?"
Andromeda's tongue lapped at her skin, her teeth grazing her collarbone.
"Bella and Fleur. The three of you together"
She trailed her lips along the edge of Hermione's ear, her fingers hooking around the hem of her uniform, slipping beneath the fabric.
"The thought of you and Bella, and Fleur. You, pinned between them" she whispered, her breath hot against Hermione's ear.
"I don't like it"
Hermione's eyes fluttered closed as a smirk danced on her lips.
"I did not hear you complain when you shared me with my mistress "
Her voice was low and husky, teasing the older woman.
It had been a night to remember.
The taste of their lips and their bodies pressed against hers.
The smell of their perfume and the sounds of their pleasure.
Hermione's mind had went blank that night.
Her body had felt alive, her skin on fire.
Their hands exploring every inch of her, claiming her, marking her.
Her moans and her gasps.
Their nails digging into her skin.
Their lips and their tongues, bringing her closer to the edge.
The sensation of her mistress's hand buried between her legs and Andromeda's teeth grazing her nipple.
As their climaxes ripped through them, the three women held each other close, their bodies trembling.
Hermione had never felt more loved, more desired, more alive.
"You're playing with fire, my dear"
Andromeda's fingers brushed over the smooth skin of her inner thigh, inching higher.
"And yet, you can't resist" Hermione breathed, her eyes fluttering open, her gaze locking with Andromeda's.
"No, I can't"
Andromeda's fingertips traced the lace of her panties, sending a shiver up her spine.
Hermione's breath hitched as Andromeda's finger pushed past the thin fabric, grazing her swollen clit.
"Do you want me to stop, my dear?"
Hermione groaned, her body arching into the older woman's touch.
And then she chuckled.
"Stop what, Mrs. Tonks?"
The question was rhetorical, a tease.
Andromeda growls, a sound Hermione had never heard the older woman make, the latter's hand disappearing beneath her skirt, cupping her center.
Hermione bit her lip, her body craving the older woman's touch.
She wondered how far Andromeda would go.
How much further could Hermione push her.
"You're soaked, my dear"
She could hear the lust in her mistress's sister's voice.
The desire.
Hermione leaned forward, her lips brushing against Andromeda's ear.
"Have you ever wondered if I'm wet for you, Mrs. Tonks?"
Andromeda inhaled sharply, her body tense.
Hermione continued, her words dripping with honey.
"Have you ever wondered why despite not belonging to you, I still come to you whenever you ask me to?"
Her voice was low and sultry, her words filled with promises and secrets.
Andromeda's grip tightened, her nails digging into Hermione's skin.
"Why, Andromeda? Why do I come here every time you ask me to?"
Her hands wandered to the older woman's hips, her fingertips tracing the outline of her waistband.
"Why do I give myself to you when you will never be able to claim me as yours?"
Hermione's fingers tugged at the hem of Andromeda's shirt, her palm gliding over the smooth skin of her stomach.
"Why do I let you fuck me whenever you want, even when I belong to my Mistress?"
Andromeda's breathing grew heavier, her body quivering under Hermione's touch.
Hermione smirked, her hand reaching the waistband of the older woman's pants.
"I'll tell you why, Mrs. Tonks" she purred, her voice thick with lust.
"My mistress..she despises it when I come to you. When I submit to your desires. Your needs."
She leaned in, her lips brushing against the older woman's neck, her breath hot against her skin.
"It makes her angry. So very angry"
Andromeda's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"And you know what happens when she's angry, don't you, Mrs. Tonks?"
Hermione's lips pressed against the hollow of her throat, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin.
"She punishes me"
She trailed her lips along the curve of Andromeda's jaw, her teeth nipping at her skin.
"She tortures me. She uses me. She makes me beg for release."
Hermione's hands roamed the older woman's body, her fingers grazing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist.
"And every time I come back to you. Every time you ask me to.. She takes it out on me. Her anger. Her frustration."
She cupped Andromeda's breast, her thumb circling her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"She uses me, Mrs. Tonks."
She slipped her hand under Andromeda's shirt, her fingertips gliding over the soft skin of her breast.
"And I crave it"
She pinched the older woman's nipple, drawing a moan from her lips.
"Every. Single. Time."
Andromeda's hand gripped her hair, pulling her closer, their lips almost touching.
"So when I'm with you, I'm not yours to claim. I'm not yours to own. I'm not even mine. Because I belong to my mistress."
Hermione's voice was barely a whisper, her breath hot against the older woman's lips.
"Andromeda.. I'm Bella's."
Andromeda's eyes snapped open, her gaze meeting Hermione's.
Hermione hearted skipped a beat.
Andromeda's whole behavior, her eyes, her smile, her grip on her hair..it was feral, wild.
Gone was the delicate married woman.
Gone was the gentle touch.
Gone was the refined demeanor.
And in its place was a primal, hungry beast.
A creature whose only instinct was to dominate and conquer.
Hermione could see it in her eyes. The burning need. The insatiable hunger.
She could feel it in the way her body reacted to her touch, her pulse racing, her breathing growing ragged.
Hermione had never seen her this way.
This raw. This feral.
Hermione could see the animalistic side of her mistress's sister.
"You're right, Hermione"
The way Andromeda had said her name, a low, husky purr, sent a shiver down her spine.
"You're Bella's..."
Andromeda's hands gripped Hermione's ass, her nails digging into her flesh.
"...for now"
With one swift movement, Andromeda spun her around, pushing her up against the door, pinning her hands above her head.
Hermione gasped, her eyes widening in shock.
She had never seen this side of the older woman.
The strength.
The aggression.
The hunger.
The older woman's grip tightened, her eyes darkening.
"But you're forgetting one thing, my dear..."
Andromeda's free hand moved to Hermione's neck, her fingers wrapping around her throat.
Hermione's lips curved upward.
This was new
"..I'm a Black. We always get what we want"
The older woman leaned in, her breath hot against Hermione's lips.
"Even if we have to take it"
Hermione's body was humming with desire, her mind reeling with possibilities.
Andromeda's teeth nipped at her lower lip, a low growl rumbling in her chest.
Hermione's pulse raced, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Even if we have to break it"
Hermione's breath hitched, her eyes never leaving the older woman's.
Andromeda's lips brushed against hers, her tongue tracing the outline of her mouth.
Hermione parted her lips, allowing the older woman access.
She tasted like wine and sin, her tongue dancing across her lips, her teeth tugging at her skin.
Andromeda's fingers traced the length of her thigh, her touch searing her skin.
Hermione could feel her body responding, her skin tingling with anticipation.
"It scares me you know."
Andromeda's words were a low, seductive purr, her lips grazing the edge of Hermione's jaw.
"Never have I felt such a burning need, a desire, for someone."
The older woman's mouth moved to the hollow of her throat, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
"I've never wanted someone so badly"
Andromeda's fingers reached the apex of her thighs, her touch electrifying her core.
"So completely"
Hermione's body was on fire, her skin burning.
"But the thought of breaking you, bending you to my will"
Hermione moaned, her eyes fluttering closed.
"It drives me mad"
Andromeda's hand disappeared inside Hermione's panties, her fingertips grazing her aching clit.
"I want you. I need you. I must have you."
Hermione's body trembled, her skin flushed.
"I will have you."
The older woman's voice was filled with lust and desire, her fingers gliding over her folds.
"So go on, keep denying it, my dear."
Andromeda's lips curled into a wicked smile, her fingers pushing past Hermione's entrance, eliciting a gasp from her.
"Keep fighting it."
The older woman's teeth nipped at her neck, her tongue swirling around her pulse point.
"Keep resisting"
Hermione's mind was racing, her body quivering.
"But know this.."
Andromeda's fingers pumped in and out of her, her thumb pressing against her clit.
"...Until the day comes that you submit to me.."
Hermione could feel her climax approaching, her body tensing.
"...I will not rest. I will not relent."
Andromeda's pace increased, her movements relentless.
"I will chase you, hunt you down. I will tear apart every last piece of resistance you have until you're nothing but a quivering mess. A slave to my will. A prisoner to my desire."
Hermione cried out, her body arching into the older woman's touch.
"I will own you."
The words echoed in Hermione's ears, her mind reeling.
"Until that day comes, you will be mine. Until the day you surrender to me. You are mine. You are my prey."
The older woman's breath was hot against her skin, her voice a low, seductive purr.
"But mark my words, Hermione"
Andromeda's fingers curled within her, hitting that sweet spot, her thumb pressing harder against her swollen clit.
"You will surrender to me. One way or another."
Hermione's body gave way, her orgasm crashing over her, wave after wave of pleasure ripping through her.
It was at this moment that Andromeda finally crashed her lips onto hers.
They were like animals, two predators, locked in a vicious, primal battle.
Their teeth clashing, their tongues entwining.
An endless fight for dominance.
A relentless struggle for control.
A savage kiss.
Hermione could taste the hunger, the need.
It was intoxicating, addictive.
She was drowning in the older woman's scent, her touch, her taste.
She was being devoured, consumed.
She was losing herself, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss.
She was lost.
Hermione had never felt so alive.
As their lips parted, the two women panted heavily, their bodies trembling with desire.
"You will be mine, Hermione. It's just a matter of time."
Hermione could feel the older woman's smile against her lips.
"But I hope you know.."
Her hand reached up, cupping Hermione's face, her fingers grazing her cheek.
"I intend to make you forget that you're Bella's."
Hermione's breath comes out in short pants, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Is that a promise, Andromeda?"
The older woman chuckled, her gaze intense and voice dripping with honey.
"That's a vow."
The words are spoken with such conviction, such determination, it sends a shiver down Hermione's spine.
She can already feel the older woman's presence in her life, like a shadow.
Haunting her.
Hunting her.
Pursuing her.
"Well, Mrs. Tonks.." Hermione begins, her voice barely above a whisper, their lips only a breath away.
"...I'll be looking forward to it."
Their eyes lock, a silent challenge being exchanged between them.
"But my answer will always be the same."
Andromeda arched an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Which is?"
"I'm Bella's."
Andromeda laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
As their lips met once again, Hermione couldn't help but feel the thrill of the hunt.
Of being prey.
Of the chase.
Of the challenge.
Andromeda had made a promise.
A vow.
She was coming for her.
She was her prey.
Her obsession.
Her conquest.
Her addiction.
The two women gazed at each other, a silent understanding passing between them.
Andromeda smirked, a devilish glint in her eyes.
"Oh, my dear.."
Hermione's smile widened, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.
"...the chase is on."
TBC