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Trigger Warning: F/F sex, G!p, foot worship

Epilogue #1

Hermione tucked the bills into her wallet and clipped it closed, then stepped out of the goblin bank and onto the streets of Monte Carlo. The Mediterranean sun shone down between thick clouds, and the streets glistened from a recent winter shower. Although it didn't get cold here, not like England, the January air was chilly. Bellatrix took a few steps towards the street and inhaled deeply.

"Smell that lovely sea air. Let's stay at a more reputable place this time," Bella said.

"We're staying at the Holiday Inn Express," Hermione replied.

"Again? Come, let's live a little, at least for this leg of the trip," Bellatrix said.

Hermione grit her teeth. The royalties for the book had slowed significantly, and the goblins had just taken their pound of flesh out of their savings.

"We don't have unlimited funds; we need to be conservative with what's left," she said.

"Exactly how much do we have?" Bellatrix asked.

"About a hundred galleons, and nine thousand francs," Hermione replied.

"Nine thousand, we're fine!" Bellatrix said.

"That's not that much. Nine thousand will last us about a week, ten days if we stretch it," Hermione replied.

Bellatrix waved her off.

"Come on, it's not like we're going to starve," she said.

It had been like this for weeks; Hermione would find the most affordable places to lodge, or eat, and Bellatrix would try to spend every knut they possessed. Hermione's meagre savings and the royalties she continued to collect from book sales had sustained them thus far, but their financial situation combined with Bella's live-for-the-moment attitude had started to bring unwelcome stress into her life.

"It would be one thing if she pulled her weight, at least a little bit," Hermione thought, but she bit her tongue. Bellatrix hadn't contributed a single knut. She had brought food to the hotel once, which she proudly admitted to having confunded a pair of muggles so she could nick it. Hermione had immediately launched into a lecture about using magic to take advantage of muggles, especially with the Statute gone and the muggles on alert. Bella cut her short about two minutes into it by kissing her, which led to an eventful night. They hadn't discussed the issue since, though Bellatrix had not stolen anything else either.

"Not that you're aware of," Hermione thought.

"I do hear there's a casino in town," Bellatrix said, and she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"So we can part with our money even faster? No thank you," Hermione said. She turned left, then right, then spun left again and started walking. Bellatrix trotted to catch up with her.

"Come on, you don't think I, Bellatrix Black, can figure out a way to win some money?" she asked.

"Statistically, it's unlikely," Hermione replied, "the games are stacked; the house always wins."

"Yeah, the House of Black," Bellatrix muttered.

"You can't use magic, it's illegal," Hermione said.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes.

"It's not like I'm going to glamour up a bunch of chips."

Hermione took a deep breath as her eyebrows came together.

"What? I said I'm NOT going to do that," Bellatrix said.

"Yes, but the fact you even thought of it…" Hermione said.

Bellatrix shrugged a shoulder and sniffed.

"Where's the fun in that, anyway. Besides, I'm better than any of these muggle gamblers. Do you really think I need magic to take their money?" she asked.

"I'm sure you can, but I also know you'd definitely cheat if you thought you wouldn't get caught," Hermione said.

Bellatrix made a non-committal expression as if to say 'touché'.

"Now I'm eager to get there, let's go," Hermione said, and she picked up the pace.

They arrived at the motel about ten minutes later. The squat building sat adjacent to a small parking lot, and they crossed the deserted street and pushed into the lobby so Hermione could check them in. The letter from Harry had assured her that the Ministry wasn't actively hunting Bellatrix, or by extension, herself. Apparently, they preferred to take a wait-and-see approach, so Hermione handed her passport over then counted out cash for the deposit. She received a heavy room key, and Bella followed her to the lift to the third story. The lift clattered ominously as it rose, then opened to a long hallway of identical looking hotel doors. The thin carpeting did little to muffle their steps or the creak of the floorboards beneath, and Hermione suspected copious use of air fresheners had been applied to mask the scent of something else. She walked past rooms and scanned numbers until she found theirs. The key took some wiggling before it turned, and she pushed inside. A single queen size bed took up most of the space, with an old television set on a rickety table against one wall. A musty smell greeted her as she entered, and the wall-to-wall carpet was worn through and threadbare in places.

"At least the loo is clean," she thought as she flicked on the lights in the toilet.

"Right, first order of business," Bellatrix said as she locked the door, "let's break the room in."

Hermione exited the loo as Bella passed, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, then pulled out a rubbery phallus and waved it about.

"Oh not that thing again," Hermione said as she rolled her eyes.

The pureblood witch had picked it up from a shady curiosity shop in the Prague equivalent of Knockturn Alley. It was supposed to attach to a witch's groin, but the instructions, lost somewhere in Amsterdam, had been in Czech, and they hadn't figured out how to get it to work.

"Where's your sense of perseverance?" Bellatrix asked. She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and ran them up and down the rubbery, flaccid shaft. "Is it doing anything for you?"

"No, that's… not very sexy," Hermione said.

"The bed will be more sexy with you in it," Bellatrix said. She motioned her over and, stifling her smirk, Hermione sat down next to her.

Bellatrix tossed the phallus towards the pillows, then pushed Hermione back onto the spread. The weight of the pureblood partially across her chest made Hermione's heart skip a beat, and she wrapped her arms around her, found the back of her head beneath her dark hair and pulled her down to kiss. They'd made love every night for the past month, often more than once, and Hermione still couldn't get enough of her.

"I think," Hermione said between kisses, "the bed will be more sexy without clothes."

"Now you're just stating the obvious," Bella said as she bit down on Hermione's shoulder through her shirt.

Hermione gasped as little tendrils of pain shot through her entire body. Bella apparently enjoyed biting her, and Hermione…

"You know I like the nibbles better," she said as she pushed Bella's hair back to find her earlobe.

"Mmm, one day you'll graduate to bites," Bella said, "trust me."

Her arousal escalated quickly as the raven-haired witch pressed down against her, caressing, grinding, and Hermione reciprocated as best she could beneath her weight. Clothes quickly found their way to the floor, until Hermione was clad only in her undergarments and Bellatrix was topless, her breasts pressing down, warm stomach to warm stomach. The pureblood slid forward to straddle her and pinned her wrists above her head to stare down with the smoky, heavy-lidded look Hermione had come to associate with barely contained desire. Hermione's eyes flicked to her nipples, erect from their activities, as Bellatrix leaned forward and her breasts swayed slightly with the movement. She reached over Hermione's head and returned with the magical phallus waving slowly between them.

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I'm sure we can get it to work," Bellatrix said as she manoeuvred to remove her knickers and left them on the edge of the bed. Hermione unhooked her bra and slid out of her own, then lay back, completely nude, and stifled a smirk as Bellatrix pressed the flesh coloured, rubbery object to her groin.

"Attach," she said, "activate, sex, fuck…"

She continued trying different activation phrases, growing more and more colourful in sync with Bella's frustration level. Hermione bit her lip to keep from snickering.

"Fucking thing!" Bellatrix said, "how are we doing down there?"

She slid a pair of fingers up Hermione's inner thigh, sending a shiver through her body, then around her clit to her entrance and back up again. The distinctive coolness of moisture spread around spurred her to tilt her hips up ever so slightly.

"At least one of us is ready," Bellatrix said as she looked down at the hopelessly inert and flaccid imitation penis.

"Just get rid of it," Hermione said, "your fingers are all I want right now."

She ground her hips again for good measure, and Bellatrix licked her lips as she wavered. She jammed the fake cock against her mound one more time.

"Come on, bloody thing, please work!" she said, then her eyes widened.

"Oh," she said, "that did it, it's working!"

"Wait, really?" Hermione said. She propped herself up on her elbows; the magical cock had indeed attached itself to Bella's groin, the edges melding with her flesh. It immediately started to lengthen and grow, throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

"Oh shit, it's proper attached," she said as she squirmed, "ah fuck that's weird!"

She backed up as the shaft continued to harden and rise up.

"It's… it's attaching itself to my clit and it… I can feel it," Bella said, "I mean, I can feel through it."

"That's how it works?" Hermione said as she sat up and leaned over to stare at the throbbing organ protruding from Bella's groin. She reached out a finger and lightly brushed the darker coloured head peeking out, and the shaft twitched, causing her to recoil.

"It jumped!" she said.

"Ahh, okay, that felt odd…ly good," Bella said as she gently ran her fingers along the edge of the phallus, "alright… okay, let's do it; who knows how long it lasts."

She nudged Hermione's knees to either side and then pressed her shoulder back.

"Just like that? You really know how to woo a witch," Hermione said, but she didn't resist, and even spread her thighs wider.

"How do I feel about having a fake penis inside me?" Hermione thought, and while she wasn't repulsed by the idea, it wasn't exactly high on her list of priorities, "then again, it's attached to Bella, she can feel it, and she seems to want it and that automatically makes it hotter. I wonder if it will ejaculate."

Bella had positioned herself between Hermione's legs.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

Hermione nodded, but instead of lining up the tip of the cock with her entrance, Bella leaned forward and let its underside grind against her clit. Hermione lay back and let out an unrestrained moan as the hot pseudo-flesh erection slid against her folds and spread her moisture. She ground against it, unabashedly, wantonly, as Bella's breasts swayed above her in time with their motion. Bella changed her angle slightly, and the tip slid past Hermione's entrance. She inhaled sharply as it stretched her, farther than Bella's fingers alone had done. Bella settled into a slow rhythm, sliding deeper with each stroke as Hermione spread her thighs as far as she could. She reached forward and pressed her fingers against Bella's cool arse, until sensation filled her to the brim, all the way to the hilt.

"Oh Merlin, this is amazing, you feel amazing," Bellatrix said as her breath caught, "you have to try this next."

"Me? Oh, I don't think so," Hermione replied.

Bellatrix started sliding, slowly at first, but rapidly picked up the pace.

"Oh, this is so much better than Polyjuice," Bellatrix said.

Huh?

"Wait, did you-" Hermione said, but Bella cut her words off with a searing kiss. She continued to thrust even as their lips locked and her tongue thrashed with Hermione's.

"I… I have to… I can't go slow, oh Merlin, Hermione," Bellatrix said as she broke contact, "I love you."

"It's okay, give it to me, I want it," Hermione said, "I want you. I can take it, all of it."

Bellatrix half-grunted, half-whined as she gave herself over to what must have been a flood of sensation coming from the magical cock, and Hermione let her mouth fall open as she gave voice to their lovemaking. The sensation as Bella's groin brushed against her clit combined with the sight of her full breasts swaying brought her a hair's breadth away from climax. She hooked a hand behind her knee and pulled her leg back to change the angle slightly as Bella continued to fuck. Hermione gasped as the cock bumped up against her g-spot, and her vision tunnelled as orgasm approached. She grabbed Bella's arse as she clenched around the magical organ, but the dark-haired witch barely seemed to notice, lost completely in the haze of lovemaking. With a shudder and a gasp, she suddenly stopped, and Hermione actually felt the magical phallus throbbing inside of her, followed by a very warm sensation. Bellatrix collapsed on top of her as they both panted heavily while Hermione caressed Bella's back. Eventually, Hermione came back to herself and realised some sweat had become trapped between them. She gently pushed Bella off of her.

"Okay… okay, wow, you're next," Bellatrix said as she withdrew the already softening phallus. Hermione pushed herself up to a sitting position and slid back a little bit to reveal a small wet spot on the hotel's comforter.

"It came?" she asked as she leaned forward to observe the glistening moisture.

"I think so?" Bella replied. She squeezed the phallus and another drop of white liquid appeared at the tip.

"Do you think I could get pregnant?" Hermione asked.

Bella's mouth dropped open and she stared as if Hermione had sprouted a second head.

"Not a chance, there's no balls," Bella said as she waved the rapidly softening cock around a bit, "besides, I'm pretty sure 'creation of life' is well beyond the specifications of this particular magical curio. Speaking of which, how do you suppose it comes off?"

"I'm pretty sure it worked when you said please," Hermione said, "maybe we need to say thank you?"

"Thank you," Bellatrix said, but the cock hung there, limp. She shook her head.

"Try the other magic words. I'm sorry, you're welcome," Hermione said.

Bellatrix raised her eyebrow, and looked like she was going to say something, but then simply repeated the words, to no effect.

"How about a round two?" Bella asked.

Hermione paused.

"Sure, I'm ready," Hermione said as she pointedly stared at the nearly completely flaccid magical cock.

"Hmm," Bella said as she picked it up by the tip, "wakey wakey."

She let it drop again.

"Maybe it needs some time to recharge," Hermione said.

"Bloody thing," Bellatrix said as she tugged on it, "I can't be walking around with a magical willie stuck to my clit all day."

Hermione giggled. Bellatrix pulled harder and the fake penis stretched.

"You're going to hurt yourself, or it, or both," she said.

"Ow ow," Bellatrix said as she pulled a bit too hard. She frowned in growing ire at the very male organ hanging limply between her legs.

"No, that's not staying there," she said as she stood up. She retrieved her pouch and pulled out her wand.

"Finite," she said, and the magical phallus immediately peeled off and fell to the ground.

"That's one way, I suppose," Hermione said.

Bella gingerly picked up the cock off the worn carpet.

"Scourgify," Bellatrix said. Hermione's lip curled in disgust.

"Absolutely not," she said, "Go rinse it in the sink."

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow.

"They're your juices," Bellatrix said, and she held the phallus out.

Hermione drew her knees up to hug them and smiled.

"Yes, but I am very cute," she said.

Bellatrix stared at her for a moment, then smacked the cock across her feet, leaving a trail of faux spunk across her toes. Hermione's mouth dropped open in chagrin.

"Bloody minx," Bella muttered as she stalked off to the loo.

Hermione looked around for a tissue, and, not finding one, considered using one of the many pillows to wipe her foot clean as the water ran. She was still debating when Bellatrix returned, several items in hand. The cleaned magical cock she set on the night table. In her other hand, she brought a wet washcloth, and as Hermione accepted it, the warmth of the water echoed in her soul as she cleaned the spunk from her foot. It didn't make sense that Bella bringing a wet cloth to clean up should make her feel this way, since she was the one who had slapped it onto her foot in the first place, but it did.

"Look at this, we should enter," Bellatrix said. She passed a small cardboard promotion for the Maldives, complete with picturesque sandy beaches and crystal-clear turquoise water, to Hermione.

Sign up for a chance to win a free trip worth $20,000!

Hermione shook her head and set it down next to the cock.

"It's free, why not?" Bella asked.

"Nobody ever wins these things," Hermione said as she folded the washcloth and set it next to the cock.

Bellatrix frowned as she picked up the promotion again and stared at it.

"I still want to go," she said.

"We'll add it to the list," Hermione said as she yawned. The room had grown chilly in the absence of Bella's warmth, and she slipped beneath the covers. Bellatrix took the hint, joined her in bed, draped a thigh across hers, and kissed her lightly on the forehead and cheek.

"Do you want to try the magic penis?" she asked.

"Maybe later," Hermione said, already dozing off, "right now I just want to sleep. With you."

Soft lips kissed hers, and Hermione let herself drift.

Bellatrix waited another ten minutes to make sure Hermione was out. Sure, her lover did not think it was a good idea, but Bella knew better. Plus, she was a grown witch and would do as she pleased, thank you very much.

"Don't fuck it up now," she thought as she lifted her thigh and withdrew to slip out of the side of the bed. Quietly, she dressed in one of the muggle outfits Hermione had picked out for her, jeans and a dark blouse, and picked up her wand. Bellatrix considered using a sleeping spell on Hermione to ensure she didn't wake up until she left the room, but decided against it. Hermione's wallet lay on the table, and Bella quickly unclasped it, grabbed the wad of bills, and shut it again. She paused.

"What if she wants some food?" she thought. She replaced a small portion of the money, then drew her wand. Her lips formed a small line. She hated parting with it, but given their experiences so far, it would probably save time to go without. She placed on the night table next to the magical cock and Hermione's wallet.

"It's only wrong if you don't give it back," Bella thought.

Cash stowed securely in her front pocket, she slipped into her favourite leather boots, then crept out the door, holding the handle as it shut and then releasing it to let it lock behind her. Escape successful, Bellatrix walked briskly to the lift and took it to the ground floor, then she was through the lobby and back onto the streets of Monte Carlo. The sun had set, or was about to, and shiny cars had flicked on their headlights to combat the gloomy, chilly weather. In the distance, the neon lights of a casino beckoned, and the clunk of Bella's heels against the damp pavement accompanied her as she hiked. By the time she arrived, night had fully fallen, but the building in front of her, reminiscent of the old European pureblood mansions, was lit up as bright as day. She followed the sound of clanging slot machines past a series of shops and restaurants until she spotted the casino entrance proper. Large signs had been set up, in multiple languages, along with a checkpoint where wizards waited with probity probes. This was why she had left her wand and pouch in the room; since the end of the Statute, the muggles had been coming to terms with exactly what it meant to have an entire Wizarding society living beneath their noses. Hermione had perused the news regardless of where they were, and, incessantly, kept Bellatrix updated on the going-ons of the reactions around the world. While muggle governments were, as a rule, slow to move, some businesses had quickly taken action. The banks had been first, with casinos not far behind. Bellatrix walked beneath the huge black and red sign emblazoned with what she assumed would soon be a universal symbol for 'no wands', and approached the security checkpoint. A young man wearing a casino uniform approached her, golden probity probe rod in hand. Bellatrix watched for signs of recognition; she assumed he was a wizard, but he merely ran the probe over her and nodded her to proceed to a woman in her late twenties.

"Bonsoir. Tendez les bras, s'il vous plait," the casino employee said in French.

"Hold out your arms," Bellatrix's mind translated for her.

The woman, Bellatrix assumed she was a witch, frisked her quickly by running her hands down Bella's arms and legs, and across her torso, checking for a wand. Then she was into the casino itself. She strode brusquely past the ringing slot machines, pausing only to pick up a small basket from a pile set next to the last row. She continued on past the dice and table games. Hermione had been correct; the house always won, these games. There were other games though, card games, where the casino only took a cut of each hand, games where successfully reading your opponent mattered as much, if not more, than blind luck. Bellatrix's lip curled as she approached the cages where she exchanged her currency for chips. She dug the wad of bills from her pocket, set them down, and they were quickly replaced by a stack of coloured chips of varying denominations. Into the basket they went, and Bellatrix wandered off to find the poker tables. She eventually made her way to the far side of the casino floor, where an entire section had been cordoned off, and dozens of green velvet covered tables sat. An electronic board near the entrance displayed the stakes and game of each table. Bella wandered around a bit amongst the gamblers, all intensely focused on their respective hands. What she was looking for was a relatively low stakes game with a lot of chips at the table.

"No point in trying to take money from someone who doesn't have any to lose… there," she thought. She plastered the dumbest smile she could manage on her face.

"Hello, may I sit?" she asked, and the dealer gestured to the open seat. At the table sat several older men and one woman who wore a shawl to ward off the chilly casino air. Large stacks of chips sat in front of all but one of them, and Bellatrix's smile deepened.

"I just won these at the slot machines and thought I should try this game," she said as she dumped her chips onto the table in front of her.

She glanced at the blue-eyed gentleman across the table from her, and projected her consciousness forward to pick up his surface thoughts. While wands and hidden pouches had been banned, the muggles had yet to catch on to the fact that some wizards and witches could read minds without a wand.

"Easy pickings," the gentleman thought, a sentiment echoed by the others at the table, except for the dealer, who felt sorry for her.

The first hand she was dealt a pair of tens. Despite their very practised neutral expressions, each of her opponents wore their thoughts on their foreheads, including what their hidden cards were, what they thought the others had, their expected odds of winning the hand, and whether they wanted her to call, fold, or raise.

She smiled, trying her best to maintain an expression befitting the naivety of a teenage girl, and not the wolfish, predatory grin of a skilled legilimens and war veteran former Death Eater about to take everyone at the table for everything they were worth.

"This is fun, I'll call," she said as she moved some chips into the centre.

"Once I'm done with this lot, I'll move to a higher stakes table," she thought.

Hermione opened her eyes to the dim glow of the loo light leaking out from the tiled room. Bella's warmth had long since fled the bed beside her, and the grey light from the window seemed to indicate it was early morning.

"Maybe she went for breakfast," Hermione thought. Then she spotted her wallet on the night table, next to Bella's wand. Dread filled her gut as she scooted over and flicked on the lamp. A cursory glance inside the wallet told her everything she needed to know: Bellatrix had taken the money. For a split-second, the panicked suspicion that the former Death Eater had abandoned her shot across her mind, but then her gaze fell upon the wand. The walnut piece of wood, responsible for so much suffering, lay there innocuously.

"She wouldn't leave her wand, she'll be back," Hermione thought, "but then.. where did she go?"

It took her only a few seconds to come to the conclusion that Bellatrix had taken the money to the casino, just as she said she wanted to. Hermione's feet hit the floor in a blaze of ire. The sheets fell away from her naked body, but she didn't care as she trembled with rage.

"She's really gone too far this time," Hermione thought, fists clenched by her side. She yanked her clothes on, angrily, violently, but as she brushed her teeth, some of her wrath dissipated and turned to worry. Bellatrix had left her wand, and hadn't returned all night.

"What if she's in trouble… should I go look for her?" Hermione thought as she rinsed and spat, "what if I go to find her and she returns to the hotel and I'm not here?"

Hermione jammed her flats on with significantly less force than she had used to dress, then left a note for Bella on the night table and took the key with her on her way out. She stopped at the check-in counter.

"Excuse me, which way to the nearest casino?" she asked.

Fittingly, the nearest casino was also the largest casino in Monte Carlo. If Bella was going to gamble, that's where Hermione would find her. The hike through the remnants of the early morning fog, quickly being burned away by the sun, cleared her mind and caused her stomach to remind her she had not eaten breakfast. That was when she spotted her, heeled boots, jeans, the dark blouse she had chosen for her, and a new pair of dark, muggle sunglasses, Bellatrix Black. Hermione grit her teeth, but before she could utter a word, Bella's arm shot out, finger pointed directly at her.

"It's like you can read my mind!" Bellatrix said. She wore an almost maniacal grin as she picked up the pace and trotted to cross the distance to Hermione. The dark-haired witch all but ran into the stunned muggleborn and wrapped her arms around her waist. With the heels, she stood several centimetres taller than Hermione, who rose up on tiptoe in response. She breathed deep as the scent akin to fresh sawdust reached her, along with something else.

"Have you been drinking coffee?" Hermione asked.

"It was free and they brought me more whenever I asked," Bellatrix replied as she stepped back.

"Free? Exactly how much did you drink?" Hermione asked.

A cloth bag slung over her shoulder slipped down to Bella's elbow as she shrugged.

"Six or seven," she replied, "Oh! I bought a matching pair for you too."

"Seven cups of coffee? That would explain why she's so hyper, even after apparently being up all night," Hermione thought.

Bella produced another set of dark sunglasses from inside the cloth bag. As she held them out to Hermione, her hand trembled slightly. For someone whose wand point never ever twitched unless she willed it, it was blindingly obvious to Hermione.

"Six or seven, are you trying to give yourself a heart attack? …what have you done?" she asked as she accepted the sunglasses. They seemed very posh, then she spotted the sticker label, "These are Versace, where did you… You! You did go gambling, after I specifically told you not to."

"Gambling," Bellatrix said as she made finger quotes, "and you should know by now, telling me not to do something is like flashing a gigantic sign that says 'Bella, fun and interesting activity heeerre.'"

Hermione stifled a giggle at Bella's antics, she was still angry, after all.

"How many times have we been through this, it's akin to stealing!" Hermione said.

"Stealing," Bellatrix said, again with the finger quotes, "it's not like I confunded them to push their money into the table. I even left my wand in the room."

"Because you weren't allowed to bring it in," Hermione said as she folded her arms. Bellatrix looked to one side and shrugged a shoulder.

Hermione glared at her a few more seconds.

"How much?" she asked.

"How much what?" Bella replied.

"How much did you win?" Hermione asked.

"A little less than forty thousand," Bella replied, "that reminds me, here."

She pulled a wad of currency out of her pocket and handed it to her. Hermione didn't bother counting it; she assumed it was the same amount as Bella had pilfered the previous evening.

"Forty thousand francs… that's not that bad," she said as she tucked it into her jeans.

"Dollars," Bella replied.

"You won forty thousand US dollars?" Hermione asked, then looked around to make sure nobody nearby had heard, and deliberately lowered her voice, "how?"

"Cards," Bella replied, "and that's not all. We don't have to stay in that shit room anymore. They gave me a room to stay, a nice one, according to them. I was on my way back to tell you."

"Cards…" Hermione said, and she narrowed her eyes as the obvious answer came to her, "you used legilimency."

Bellatrix's expression turned to wonder for two solid seconds.

"Amazing. I love you so much right now. How did you figure it out so quickly? Let's snog," Bellatrix said, but as she moved in, Hermione put her hands up to keep her back.

"I'm really bloody angry with you right now," Hermione said.

"That's all well and good, but we have a new room to break in, and then you're going to take this money and find a way to book a trip to the Maldives," Bellatrix said as she walked past Hermione.

"I will do no such thing," Hermione said as she crossed her arms again.

Hermione actually felt Bellatrix roll her eyes before she turned around.

"If it makes you feel better, they were all trying to do the exact same thing to me," Bella said, "every one of them, every single one, thought I was some stupid little girl and they were going to take my money. They were all so confident they knew what cards I held because of how I smirked or how I held them or how I twitched my eye. Besides, this is really all your fault."

"My fault? Oh, this should be good," Hermione said as she tapped one foot.

"I know you've been annoyed that I haven't made any money since we left England-"

Hermione's mouth dropped open.

"Have you been leglimising me too?" Hermione asked.

"Ugh, no! And you didn't say anything either. You didn't have to; it was obvious," Bellatrix said, followed by a muttered "bloody Gryffindor."

Hermione's mind was busy catching up with Bella's convoluted reasoning, and she blinked when Bellatrix caught hold of her wrist and started tugging down the concrete path on the side of the road.

"Plus, I was never able to buy you a proper Christmas gift," Bella said.

"I told you, I don't need-"

"Yes, you do. We do. I insist. So, this is what we're doing now," Bella said.

Hermione let herself be dragged towards the hotel as Bella's words swirled around in her head. The fact that Bella had felt Hermione's annoyance when it came to money shamed her slightly.

"I mean," Hermione said as they waited to cross the street, "sure it would be nice if you found a way to earn a little-"

"I just did," Bellatrix muttered.

"But it doesn't mean I want you to go out and gamble and take muggles' money," Hermione said.

"You can't exactly stop me either," Bellatrix said, "besides, if it makes you feel any better, I gave over a quarter of it away to dealers and wait staff."

Hermione's lips formed a thin line. If not for Bellatrix, those dealers and waitresses Bella gave her chips to would have never seen that much in tips. If she thought about it from that point of view…

"It does, actually," Hermione said, "but I'm still upset you went and did it after I asked you not to."

"Aww. I'll corrupt you yet," Bella said the light turned green and she took Hermione's hand again to pull her in the direction of their hotel, "come on, we need to check out and then see the new room."

Hermione supposed it was the best she was going to get out of the reformed Dark witch.

"Are you sure I'm not the one corrupting you?" she said as she smirked, "you just spent an entire evening with a bunch of muggles, and voluntarily left your wand behind. You're even buying designer muggle sunglasses."

"All for you, my love," Bellatrix replied, "won't you wear them?"

Hermione slipped them on and let Bella lead the way.

An hour later, they crossed the threshold into the comped suite at the Hôtel de Paris, courtesy of Bella's string of wins and generous tips. The door opened into a massive suite with several chaise lounges, a king size bed, and large carpets thrown over hardwood floors. A stunning floor to ceiling window wrapped around the corner of the room and looked out on a gigantic balcony. Outside, a patio covered another dining table, a coffee table, several couches, and a picturesque view of the azure Mediterranean and the hills of Monaco city, dotted with white buildings.

"This is more like it," Bellatrix said, "we might need several rounds to break this one in."

"They gave this room to you for free?" Hermione asked as she gaped at the opulent, completely over the top luxury all around them. She stepped out onto the balcony and looked down into a harbour with dozens of yachts and boats, the trappings of the truly wealthy who either called the city home or vacationed here.

"Yup, for a night," Bellatrix said as she leapt onto one of the couches and crossed her ankles, boots and all, atop one of the armrests. Hermione turned to stare at Bellatrix, who looked to be attempting to stifle a smirk.

"Well, what do you think?" Bella asked as she gestured around them. It was certainly nicer than the Holiday Inn Express.

"I'm not overly enthusiastic about how you went about getting it, but… yes, it's brilliant," Hermione said. She couldn't stop herself from smiling.

"Excellent," Bellatrix said, "I'm going to wash up; see if you can find anything interesting hiding away in here."

She kicked up off the couch and sauntered back inside, stripping off articles of clothing and tossing them aside as she went. Hermione let her eyes follow the other witch until she vanished into the bathroom. She turned around and leaned on the edge of the balcony to enjoy the early morning quiet for just a moment. The rising sun calmed her, dissipated her anger over the stolen money and Bella's gambling. She fell almost into a trance, watching tiny cars crawl along the winding roads in the distance. A pair of arms startled her as they wrapped around her from behind, and lips pressed into the nape of her neck.

"You're wearing entirely too much clothing," Bella said as she hooked her fingers through the waistband of Hermione's jeans to spin her around and drag her back inside, towards the bed. Cheeks flushed from what Hermione assumed was a hot shower, Bella's bare feet poked out from beneath a white hotel bathrobe, and she had obviously used her wand to dry her hair at least partially as the damp locks hung only a little heavier than usual.

"Wait," Hermione said. Bellatrix paused and arched a single eyebrow.

Hermione took a deep breath. The warmth and tingling gathering between her legs would not be denied, but this was important.

"I appreciate what you did, but I need you to understand why I was upset," Hermione said.

"Because you're obsessed with fighting fair and not using the advantages you have," Bellatrix replied.

"No! Well, yes, but also because you stole from me," Hermione said.

"More like borrowed. I gave it back," Bellatrix muttered.

"That's not the point… look, I know I can't force you to not do something like gambling again, because you'll probably say something like 'try and stop me' and then do whatever you please anyway," Hermione said, and Bellatrix shrugged in a non-committal way that somehow communicated that Hermione was exactly correct, "but all I ask is that you at least respect me, and ask before doing something like raid my wallet."

Bellatrix regarded her studiously for a long moment, and while Hermione might have once shrunk under the intensity of her gaze, now she knew her well enough to stand tall and stare right back.

"That has to be the most convoluted apology I have ever heard," Bellatrix replied, and Hermione's mouth dropped open, "Very well, I accept."

"That wasn't-" Hermione said, but she was cut off as Bellatrix swept in and kissed her full on the mouth. Whatever words she had intended to say blurred together and disintegrated into nothingness as her tongue joined Bella's, and her hands found the raven-haired witch's cheeks and moved to the back of her head, while Bella's tugged at her clothing. Hermione let go what remained of her frustration with Bellatrix, grinned, and stumbled past the threshold of the glass door and paused to pull it closed behind her. They continued to kiss as they passed the bookshelves and chaise lounges on the way to the bed, with Hermione shrugging out of clothing along the way. Bellatrix kept her robe on until Hermione wore nothing but her knickers, then threw it off and pulled her in tight, their bodies flush.

"No clothes allowed on the bed," Bella whispered, then a nibble to the earlobe sent shivers down Hermione's spine. Hermione dutifully leaned forward to remove her last article of clothing, when Bella's eyes widened.

"Almost forgot," she said, and walked off to where her pouch sat on the night table. She pulled out the magical cock, and Hermione, now completely nude, sat on the edge of the bed and rolled her eyes.

"Don't give me that look, I want you to try it," Bellatrix said as she held it out.

Hermione accepted the phallus and regarded it with a dubious expression.

"I don't know…" she said.

"It's amazing, and…" Bella replied as she lowered her voice, "I want you to do it, I want to watch your face when you fuck me."

A desperate need filled her.

"How can I say no to that?" Hermione thought. She picked up the magical cock and held the fleshy material against her groin.

"Please," she said. Nothing happened. She glanced up at Bella.

"Please… let me fuck her?" Hermione said. Still nothing.

"Maybe that finite was a little bit too enthusiastic," Bellatrix muttered. She grabbed the cock and threw it over her shoulder, "Taking too long. Sex. Now."

The dark-haired witch all but tackled Hermione to the bed and pressed against her, breast to breast, and ground her wet mound against Hermione's thigh. Hermione shifted higher on the bed and lifted her leg, letting Bellatrix push it back so their groins could meet. It was a position where both of them could grind against one another, and it was only then that Hermione glanced to the side and realised the bedside closet was also a mirror. The sight of their naked bodies entwined, her foot suspended in the air, the dark-haired witch's breasts swaying as she ground their clits together, her own rosy cheeks, lidded eyes and open mouth, entranced her and drew her in. It was almost as if she were watching another lesbian couple make love, and she responded by watching her reflection lift her other ankle to wrap it around Bella and pull her closer. The slightly changed angle sent waves of pleasure rolling through her, and she desperately lifted her hips.

"More," she thought, "I need more."

Bellatrix responded by using her free hand to press her back down onto the bed and ground against her, pushed her into the soft sheets. Orgasm swept through her, and she watched herself climax through tunnelled vision, watched the mirror as Bellatrix kept going even as she came down. The continued stimulation quickly brought a second, smaller climax as Bella shuddered and her motion became erratic.

"Stupid cock, hopefully it isn't completely disenchanted," Bella said as she lay next to Hermione a few minutes later.

"Mmm," Hermione replied, "we have the room for the day, right?"

Bellatrix nodded.

"And the night," she added.

"Shouldn't waste any time," Hermione said.

Bellatrix nodded again.

"Once on each piece of furniture," Bella said. Hermione's brain quickly tabulated the couches and chairs and tables the suite contained, and then how long they had to spend on each.

"We'll have to do it at least once an hour for the entire stay," she said.

Bella nodded, then stood up and pulled Hermione to her feet, where she wobbled slightly.

"Let's get to it then," Bellatrix said.

To their credit, they made it through almost half before Hermione looked up from between Bellatrix's legs to see the pureblood witch's eyes had closed.

"Err, should I keep going or…" Hermione thought.

"I won't do you the disservice of falling asleep whilst you are mid-lick," Bellatrix murmured, "I think I have some Wideye in my pouch."

"No no, it's fine," Hermione said, "it's been a very, very good morning already and you've been up for what, thirty hours? You'd better get some sleep."

Bellatrix responded incoherently; she was already passing out. Hermione returned to the bed to pull off the comforter and draped it over the naked witch, who had passed out sprawled ignobly on one of the chaise lounges. She didn't even move. Then Hermione showered and dressed, ate lunch in the lobby cafeteria, and then sought out a travel agency.

Bellatrix wondered how they would top the stay at the free hotel room in Monaco. Now, as they landed on the ocean in a muggle flying contraption piloted by a pair of dark-skinned, barefoot locals and taxied to a stop near a floating dock, she thought it just might be possible. After they had spent a marathon session trying (and failing) to climax on every piece of furniture in the suite, Bellatrix's lack of sleep had caught up with her. Hermione, however, ever industrious Hermione, had taken the time to raid Bellatrix's bag for the cash she had won, and proceeded to, as requested, find a travel agency and book them a stay at a resort in the Maldives. After one more quick session the following morning when Bellatrix awoke, they checked out, and then a pair of international portkeys and one muggle sea plane flight later, she found herself following the mass of bushy hair as they walked across the dock towards a group of applauding green-clad resort workers. A salty-sea breeze blew across crystal clear water of brilliant azure blue, and a series of huts and paths and beaches beckoned in the distance; Bellatrix began to suspect that coming here had been a very, very good idea. The dock continued onto land, becoming a wooden walkway as it passed over glittering clear ocean and pristine white beaches. The quiet sound of small waves on sand provided a soothing backdrop to the welcoming party.

Bellatrix poked around the lobby while Hermione checked them in. The island resort was complete with a swimming pool, several restaurants, a spa, at least two pubs, a gym, a pair of yoga studios, and a concierge which advertised excursions into the deeper ocean.

"Bella," Hermione said, and Bellatrix glanced over to see Hermione standing next to a buggy of sorts. She slid into the seat next to the bushy haired muggleborn, and their dark-skinned driver drove off.

"Is it electric?" Hermione asked.

"Yes ma'am," the driver responded in accented English.

They passed the neat labelled rows of a garden on their way.

"You grow your own food here?" Hermione asked.

"Yes ma'am," the driver replied again, "the restaurants grow fresh for the best tasty ingredients."

Hermione nodded and smiled at that, and Bella nudged her to share a nod; they had plenty of time to try the various cuisines on offer. They drove down a long path with picturesque ocean interspersed with walkways leading to private huts on both left and right, but they did not see any other guests.

"Where is everyone?" Hermione asked.

"It is off season, not many guests today," the driver replied. Hermione nodded, and Bellatrix grinned to herself; the fewer people, muggle or otherwise, around her luxury excursion with Hermione, the better. The path made a small loop at the end and they pulled up to the farthest hut.

"This your room. If need pickup or room service, can call. Enjoy your stay," the driver said as they disembarked.

"Thank you," Hermione said, and she passed him a small bill as a tip. As he drove off, the heat of the midday sun beat down on them, and Bellatrix considered casting a cooling charm, then decided it was more appropriate to remove some of her clothing instead.

"First things first," she thought as she joined Hermione on the path up to the hut. They entered together, and Bellatrix removed her sunglasses as Hermione drew a long inhale. While the outside of the hut was made to look rustic, the interior was anything but. A gigantic, floor to ceiling window, currently slid open, comprised the entire far wall of the structure and looked out over the endless blue. The bed, complete with fluffy white comforter, faced the window, and behind that, to their left, a walkway passed a mirror and dresser on the way to the loo. A small table with a pair of coconuts, pre-cut with a straw stuck in each, sat by the door. A strong cross breeze ruffled her hair, and Bella pulled the door shut behind her, cutting it off. Hermione picked up one of the coconuts and passed it to her.

"Cheers," she said with a wondrous, disbelieving smile. Bella's heart thumped in response; she had never seen that particular expression on Hermione's face before, but she found she liked it quite a lot. They drained the welcome coconuts and set them back on the table. With the door closed and the breeze cut off, her clothes quickly grew stiflingly hot, and she pulled off her boots and set them beneath the small table, followed quickly by her muggle jeans.

"Bella!" Hermione said.

"There's a time and a place for trousers, and this is not it," Bellatrix replied as she tossed them onto one of the couches. She kept her shirt on though and wandered down the walkway and past the mirror. Several small bottles sat on shelves, oils for the bath perhaps. The loo opened to her left. Ceiling lights cast it in warm tones, a large shower with both a showerhead and a large faucet or something above dominated one side of the room, and the rest was rounded out by a pair of sinks with long flat slabs instead of basins, and a large bathtub.

"There's a private pool!" Hermione called from what sounded like outside, and Bellatrix stepped out of the loo and past a large, empty hot tub set into the ground, towards the open rear of the suite. She passed an outdoor shower set in a nook by the patio. Hermione stood at the far side of the pool, which included a sun shelf set with an umbrella table and chairs directly in the shallow water. Two lounge chairs lay in the far corner, away from the shade of the suite, and what looked like a raised round bed, covered with a large tarp for shade, occupied the other side. A privacy fence surrounded the swimming area, not that they needed it as there was not another soul in sight. Bellatrix spotted steps on the far side, likely down to the blue-green ocean below.

"It's even more beautiful than the pictures," Hermione said as she tested the outdoor pad. The sea breeze ruffled her bushy mane, and tugged at Bella's as she passed the pool to move next to Hermione.

"I don't know whether to start reading right now or swim… oh, we didn't bring swimming costumes," Hermione said as she regarded the private swimming pool, "well, there was a shop in the lobby, I suppose we could always call a buggy to head back there and buy a pair. Hopefully they have some in our size and not too risqué…"

"That is far too complicated," Bellatrix thought as Hermione continued musing. In two quick motions, she stripped off her blouse and bra and dropped her knickers onto the deck. For one brief moment, the sea breeze swept across her privates, then she took a single step and dove long and shallow into the water. It had been decades since she swam in the nude, and all the old sensations and memories came rushing back to her. She surfaced and flung her hair back out of her face, then turned to face Hermione, who stared at her open-mouthed. She shut it with an audible click as Bellatrix grinned.

"Well? The water is amazing," Bellatrix said. She kept her eyes on Hermione as she kicked her feet up off the ground and half floated, half paddled as the muggleborn stripped down and lay her clothes on the outdoor bed. Unlike Bella, Hermione used the ladder at the side of the pool to enter the water, and Bella swam over to her.

"Oh, that feels… odd," Hermione said, and Bellatrix raised an eyebrow.

"Is it possible you've never swam without clothes before?" she said.

"I haven't," Hermione said, "opportunities for this sort of thing were scarce growing up."

"Well, you have to get the full experience," Bellatrix said, and she swept Hermione's legs and shoved her under the water, relishing her surprised expression just as she went under. She popped up a half-second later, sputtering.

"Bella!" she said, but Bellatrix moved in quickly, covering Hermione's lips with her own and pressing her back until she bumped the edge of the pool. Hermione's arms came around her neck as their bodies came together, and Bella cupped her breast under water.

"I think," she said as she caught Hermione's lip between her teeth, "we should strive to wear no clothes for the next twenty-four hours. At least."

"Ah," Hermione said as she grabbed Bellas arse and pulled her closer, "We'll have to head out to eat at some point."

"Room service," Bellatrix replied.

"Right," Hermione said. She jerked Bella's hair, hard enough that Bellatrix gasped and released her lip.

"Ow!" Bella said, and she stuck out her lower lip in one of her patented pouts.

"At least let me swim a little bit before you ravage me," Hermione said.

"Ravage you?" Bellatrix replied.

"Yes, that is what you're intending, isn't it?" Hermione said.

"We can take turns ravaging," Bella said. Hermione responded by ducking under the water and kicking off the wall to glide away. Transfixed, Bella's gaze followed her all the way as she swam away under water, and something inside her stirred at the sight of the tropical sunlight playing over her naked body, and especially her pure white arse which was likely seeing sunlight for the first time. Hermione surfaced at the far side, the normally bushy hair slicked back, and she ducked under again to swim the back half of the lap, again under water. She surfaced right in front of Bellatrix to kiss her again, as if they hadn't stopped. The cool water on her skin and the taste of the droplets on Hermione's lips had Bella's blood rising faster than it ever had before, and her heart pounded in response. She reached down and ran a hand up Hermione's thigh. Arms caressed, and Bella pulled Hermione's hips in to grind against her, but there was too little leverage, and Bellatrix growled.

"I know, I need more…" Hermione said, she cast her gaze around, then tugged Bella towards the far end of the pool, where a small swim out provided access near the shower. Only deep enough to sit in, Hermione swam into it and lifted one leg up onto the edge, then held her arms up for Bellatrix to join her. Bella followed with a predatory grin and took Hermione's foot to give it a long lick from arch to toes. Hermione giggled.

"Ah, that tickles!" she said, and Bella moved up to let Hermione's arms circle about her back. In a mirror of their first tryst in the suite in Monaco, Bella pressed Hermione's thigh back to get easier access. Hermione lay against the steps and although there was not as much space as a king size bed, the water partially supported them. Braced against the edge of the swim out with one leg, Bella found a good position and pressed closer.

"There," Hermione whispered as their mounds met. Bella's breasts just barely touched the water as they started a slow, grinding motion, and Bellatrix focused on Hermione's face, the droplets of water, her slicked back hair, cheeks flushed with desire and arousal.

"I love you," Bellatrix said as waves of sensation coursed through her, both from their lovemaking and from the water around and between them, "I want to do this forever."

Hermione nodded.

"Me too, I love you too," she said, her words already growing incoherent. Hermione came first, shuddering beneath her as her movements lost rhythm, and although Bellatrix knew she should slow and let her come down, she neared her own climax.

"Just a little…" she said as she felt the edge approach. The familiar convulsions began, and then Hermione pressed her shoulder.

"I need to… ugh," she said as she let her leg down, "sorry, I was about to cramp."

Bellatrix panted, long and deep breaths, then she giggled.

"This is going to be an excellent week," she said. Hermione nodded and then reached up to pull her down for a long, lingering kiss. They broke apart and rearranged themselves so they sat together in the swim out, Hermione's legs over the top of Bella's in the water. Bellatrix absently ran her fingers up and down her thighs, from her knee to her hip, over the area where her knickers would usually cover, and down the other side, while Hermione massaged the back of Bella's neck with one hand.

"This is so comfortable, I don't want to move," Hermione said.

"I agree, don't move," Bellatrix said.

"I have to pee though," Hermione said, "the loo is all the way over there… I suppose I can hold it a little while longer."

Bellatrix blinked.

"I say let it flow," she said.

"What… in the pool?" Hermione said.

"Do you really want to get out?" Bellatrix asked. She let her hand move to Hermione's breast and ran her fingers across her nipple.

"I really don't," Hermione said. She bit her lip and Bella moved to her other nipple.

"Well?" Bellatrix asked.

"I… I can't, it's not starting," Hermione said.

"I thought you had to go," Bellatrix said.

"I do," Hermione said as her brow furrowed in the cutest possible way, "it's just… apparently my body thinks its wrong to go in the pool."

Bellatrix rolled her eyes.

"There's all this water, and do you really think you're the first one to wee in this pool?" she said.

"Hello, I know all that logically," Hermione said, "it's not helping."

"Alright, why don't I go first," Bellatrix said.

"Are you really going to-" Hermione said, but Bella had already relaxed, and the pee flowed out of her.

"Oh, it's really warm," Hermione said, "I… I feel kind of gross, but not really."

"You'll get over it," Bellatrix said, "okay done, your turn."

Hermione bit her lip and furrowed her brow again as Bellatrix paddled the water a little bit to dissipate the warmth into the cool.

"Want me to help?" Bellatrix asked. She reached down to press against Hermione's bladder.

"No no, don't!" Hermione said as she drew her knees up.

"The whole point is to help you go!" Bellatrix said with a laugh as she tried to reach around.

"I know!" Hermione said.

"Perhaps if I tickle you instead?" Bellatrix asked as her fingers sought out Hermione's ribs.

"No!" Hermione said, "okay, it'll have to come out eventually, right? Why don't we just… wait."

"Which is exactly what we were doing before," Bella said as she settled back down and pulled Hermione's legs atop of hers again. Hermione sighed and lay her head back and Bellatrix went back to stroking her thighs.

"It's started," Hermione said, and she looked down with her mouth open slightly just a split second before Bellatrix felt the warm flow against her thigh, "it's slow but it's working."

"Not sure you should sound so proud about weeing into a pool," Bellatrix said.

"Shut it, let me have this moment," Hermione said with a small smile.

"That… is a lot," Bellatrix said as the warmth continued and spread around the swim out.

"I really had to go," Hermione said.

"Obviously," Bella said, "… is it-"

"No it's still going, but it already feels so much better," Hermione said as she lay her head back onto the steps. Another thirty seconds passed, "Okay. That was fun, but I can't stay here."

She put her feet down against the pool wall and pushed off.

"But the… the whole point was so we didn't have to move!" Bella said, but it was too late; Hermione had already swum halfway across the pool. She pouted for a moment and then realised her fingers had become wrinkled anyway, so climbed out of the swim out and walked to the outdoor shower. The sea breeze brushed against her in places it usually didn't, and she had to stand slightly off centre from the faucet as it blew the stream of water slightly to one side. Hair dripping, she moved to the far side of the pool and lay down on a reclining pool chair to let the sun dry her. She glanced around; Hermione was busy showering herself, and then she glanced at Bella before returning inside. Bellatrix closed her eyes and relaxed as the tropical sun warmed her skin and the breeze played with her hair.

"I brought your pouch in case you'd like to read," Hermione said. Bella cracked an eyelid open and took in her lover's still dripping form as she leant over. Hermione placed both pouches and sunglasses the small table between them, and Bella immediately reached over and put the shades on. She watched silently as Hermione, faint tan lines still visible from whenever she'd wore a muggle swim costume last, lay a towel down on the chair and settled in to read. Bella closed her eyes and relaxed; this trip really had been one of her better ideas. She must have dozed off, because when she awoke, the breeze had died and her uncomfortably hot, clammy skin clung to the lounge chair in places. Hermione had moved into the ankle-deep section of the pool, next to the table, umbrella, and chairs set there. She lay in the water in front of a long wooden bench, relocated from the bathroom, atop of which sat a large book. Bellatrix smirked as Hermione turned a page. Her feet would have dangled off the edge of the tanning ledge, but she currently had her knees bent and ankles crossed as she read. Bella peeled herself off the lounge chair and slipped into the pool. To her sun-heated skin, the cool water was life giving rain on parched earth, and she ducked her head under, letting it envelop her fully. She swam a few strokes under water, then surfaced slowly so as not to cause ripples as she crept closer to Hermione. The muggleborn had let her still-crossed ankles fall so they dipped into the pool at the edge of the shelf. Bella smirked to herself and submerged again, then drew closer to Hermione's toes as they absently flexed while she read, completely unaware of Bella's proximity. With a movement like a fish going for a bite, Bella timed a nibble on Hermione's big toe. The feet vanished from the water, and Bellatrix surfaced to see Hermione staring at her over her shoulder.

"What are you-?" she asked.

"Give it back," Bellatrix said and she resisted the urge to grab a handful of Hermione's arse and reached out to corral her calf instead. She brought her foot back down to within nibbling distance, then took her toes into her mouth, one at a time.

"Oh," Hermione said, "o… okay."

Cool and clean from the pool, Bella let her mouth warm each of Hermione's toes one at a time as her heart thumped and her groin tingled. Her tongue slipped between toes and then along the arch.

"You're distracting me," Hermione said.

"Effectively, I hope," Bella said, then swirled her tongue around Hermione's pinky toe.

"Um…" Hermione said, and Bellatrix grinned.

Slowly, Hermione rolled onto her back.

"Could you… could you perhaps do the other one?" Hermione asked as she gently switched legs, and Bellatrix wordlessly obliged, starting with a long lick from heel to toes, and then taking each one in her mouth in turn, running her tongue over, around, and between. Hermione let her other knee bend akimbo, and Bellatrix silently watched as her hands dipped to her thighs, then spread the folds and pull the hood back from her clit. One of Bella's hands dipped down between her own legs, already spread to let her dip low in the water, and started touching herself. The feel of lover's toes in her mouth while Hermione circled her clit with two fingers had Bella opening up beneath the water, letting the cool water in all the way to her entrance, and she moaned into Hermione's foot. Hermione's breasts heaved with each breath as she panted, and Bella stood mesmerised as she neared her own orgasm. Then she felt it in her mouth, Hermione's toes clenched, and Bellatrix responded by biting down. With a soft grunt of pain, Hermione shuddered and expelled a small spurt into the shallow water. She hadn't yet fully relaxed when Bellatrix came, her thighs shuddering; thankfully the water supported her, or she would have certainly fallen to the ground. She leaned forward, limp on the edge of the shelf, staring up into Hermione's spread thighs, and the peak of her hardened nipples beyond.

"More," she thought.

"Come closer," she said as she tugged on Hermione's one extended leg. With what looked like great effort, Hermione scooted her bum closer to the edge of the shelf, close enough Bellatrix could lean forward to reach. She spread the already swollen lips to taste her lover's tangy juices, to which Hermione responded with a relieved sigh. Her leg initially wrapped around Bella but she ended up planting both feet on the edge of the shelf with her knees up and thighs spread as wide as she could, while Bellatrix swirled her tongue around and delved inside. The second time didn't take nearly as long, and Hermione closed her thighs around Bella's ears as she shuddered again, then fell limp, splayed out in the shallow water.

"Shall we move to the bed?" Bellatrix asked.

"Think I'm… just going to lay here for a while," Hermione replied. Bellatrix giggled.

"Wore you out, did I?" she asked.

Hermione nodded.

"Hungry," she said, "shall we explore the island?"

"Tomorrow. Today is clothing free, remember?" Bellatrix replied.

"Ah, right," Hermione said, "need food."

Bellatrix nodded. She climbed out of the pool, rescued Hermione's book and set it atop the umbrella table, then ventured indoors to call room service. Hermione joined her several minutes later, wobbling on unsteady legs as she walked.

"Join me in the shower?" she asked.

With water streaming from both above and from the showerhead hung on the wall, they enjoyed a long, languid kiss.

"Oh, we can't let them in like this," Hermione said, "can't I wear a robe for a few minutes?"

"Absolutely not," Bellatrix replied.

It was quite amusing to watch Hermione peek out the front door to make sure the coast was clear and tape a note to the outside. She closed the door behind her.

"I don't know why you're suddenly so insistent," she said.

"I want to spend every available second admiring your naked body," Bellatrix replied, "you're far more beautiful than you give yourself credit for, and it's a shame to cover it up."

Colour rose to Hermione's cheeks.

"Well, when you put it that way," she said.

As the temperature dropped, they dined on fresh fish, shrimp, and potatoes with garden grown vegetables. While they had initially thought to sleep with the back doors open so as to let the sound of the tides lull them to sleep, even sharing the space beneath the bedcovers and skin warmed from mild sunburn wasn't enough to keep the chill away. Bellatrix had flat out (and stubbornly) refused to leave the bed, so it was Hermione who was forced to pull the doors closed and shut them in. She climbed back into the warmth, only for Bellatrix to produce the magic cock.

"I'm still cold, put this on and fuck me," she said.

"Oh Bella," Hermione said.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want you to say, but not like that," Bellatrix said as she waved the flaccid cock a bit, causing it to sway back and forth.

Hermione sighed and grabbed the phallus, knelt on the mattress, and stuck it to her groin.

"Attach. Please," she said, but nothing happened.

"Bloody twacked," Bella muttered. She snatched the cock from Hermione and set it atop the headboard. "Right, we'll have to warm you up the old fashioned way."

She all but tackled Hermione and pulled the bedcovers over both of them. The space between them quickly grew warm as they kissed and caressed. Heat spread between Hermione's legs and with the doors closed, their activity drove the cold away. Somehow, they had gotten turned around, and Hermione put one leg up on the headboard as Bellatrix straddled her and pressed their groins together, grinding. In the dim light, Hermione could barely make out the dark form above her, but the way their skin, warmed by the sun and extra clean from both pool and shower, moved against each other, she wanted the sensations to never end. She bit her lip as the wave crested higher, and her climax approached. Bellatrix must have sensed her urgency as she pressed harder against her.

"Bella… Bella please," Hermione whispered as they rocked, but then something thunked against her foot, and a crawling sensation shot up her leg.

"What in… Bella stop, something's…. something's climbing up my leg!" Hermione said.

Bellatrix disentangled herself from Hermione and fumbled for the lamp at the side of the bed.

"Ahh, it's going to my… what in Merlin's name?" Hermione said, and then she blinked as Bellatrix found the light and flicked it on. She stared down at her foot. There, melded to her big toe, was the magical cock, which had fallen off the headboard just as Hermione had muttered the activation phrase.

"Bugger," she said as it throbbed and rapidly hardened in rhythm with her heartbeat.

Bellatrix stared at it for a second, then threw her head back and kicked her calves as she cackled uncontrollably. Hermione sat transfixed; the cock had melded itself to her nerves somehow; she could actually feel it through her clit, even though it was attached to her foot.

"Whose idea was it to put it on top of the headboard?" Hermione asked, "where's my wand…"

Bellatrix coughed and sputtered through tears as she tried to control herself.

"Wait… we can finite it anytime, but Merlin knows when it'll activate again; we should use it," she said.

"Use it? Are you mad? I'm not… I'm not fucking you with my cock-toe," Hermione said.

Bellatrix shrugged.

"Why not?" she asked.

Hermione's mouth dropped open and she blinked while her mind stuttered as it tried to formulate a response. Bellatrix took the opportunity to lick two fingers and run them along the underside of the cock, which twitched in response, a twitch Hermione felt in her groin like a bolt of lightning.

"Ahh. Oh my-" Hermione said, and Bellatrix grinned, a predatory, wolfish thing. Her breasts, nipples already hardened with the cold and their previous activities, swayed as she leaned forward and took the cock in her mouth. Hermione could only sit there, stupidly, stunned into paralysis by the absurdity and obscenity of it all, a naked Bellatrix Black with her lips wrapped around a magical cock that had moulded itself to her big toe. It didn't help that the sensation of every swirl of her tongue shot simultaneously straight through her toe and into her groin. She involuntarily bucked her hips; luckily, Bella was nowhere nearby. Her arousal, which had fled when they discovered the mishap, reawakened with a vengeance, and the sight of Bella's head and breasts bobbing up and down as she worshipped at her foot had her hand reaching down between her legs, but before she made it, Bellatrix released the cock with a soft popping sound.

"Finger yourself while I ride you," Bella said.

As she moved to her knees, she wrapped one hand about Hermione's calf and angled her foot with the other. Warmth radiated from Bella's groin and wetness slid up the arch of Hermione's foot to the base of the phallus as Bellatrix slid herself against it, then up the shaft, all the way to the tip as she rose up. She poised for an achingly long moment with the tip of the cock positioned at her entrance, and just as Hermione was about to yell at her to get on with it, she leaned forward slightly to let the head penetrate. Warm wetness enveloped her, and even though the magical phallus had moulded to her toe, it felt like Bellatrix's inner walls were massaging her entire groin. Hermione let out an involuntary croon of pleasure as sensations unlike any she had ever felt flooded through her. Bellatrix's warm hands both gripped her foot and her breasts bobbed in time with her movement as she started to ride the cock. Hermione remembered her instruction, and reached down between her legs. The combination of sensation from the magic appendage and her own fingers on her clit caused her vision to tunnel and she very nearly blacked out. The next thing she knew, Bella's hand had slapped hers away and one wet finger swirled her entrance, then slipped inside. The dark-haired witch had released her foot to lean forward over Hermione's leg, while Bella's hips continued sliding up and down the magical shaft. A second finger joined the first, and Bellatrix beckoned, found the spot on the inside of Hermione's walls. The combination of her hitting it just the way she liked, combined with the magically enhanced phallus allowing her to feel Bellatrix's inner warmth through her clit immediately sent her over the edge into an explosive orgasm. Hermione suspected she blacked out for a moment, but when she came to herself, it was to Bellatrix undulating wildly, the cock still inside of her as she shouted her pleasure. Hermione looked down, past the swaying breasts, to the shaft penetrating her lover, and even though it was attached to her foot, she felt another climax approaching as Bella's walls tightened and clenched around her. Her second climax of the night swept through her, this one phallus enhanced and with a series of clenching motions. With dawning comprehension, she realised she actually felt the faux ejaculate pumping out of the tip and into Bellatrix. Bella, for her part, took no notice and kept grinding her hips as juices spilled out of her and over Hermione's foot, for another minute, until she reached her own climax and collapsed forward onto Hermione's thigh. Hermione tangled her fingers through Bella's hair, and they came away damp with sweat. At some point, Bellatrix found the strength to crawl up to lay next to her, then kissed her quietly on the lips. Hermione, relishing the feel of Bella's body pressed against hers, stroked her arms and glanced down at the now limp penis still moulded to her toe, chilled from the drying of juices in the night air.

"That may be the strangest thing I've ever done," Hermione said, "and I once turned myself into a cat-girl."

"Cat girl, eh?" Bella said.

Bellatrix glanced at her with an expression of half disbelief, and half knowing mischief, as if to say 'that's nothing.'

"It's a long story," Hermione said, "Can we take it off now?"

Bellatrix reached for her wand.

"Finite," she said, and the cock detached itself and dropped to the sheets, "Much as I enjoyed fucking your big toe, we should try to do it properly next time."

"Or maybe I can fuck your big toe," Hermione said before she realised what she was saying.

Bellatrix looked at her, then burst out laughing again.

"Alright love, if you insist," she said.

They spent the next week much the same way, explored the white beaches, swam with small sharks in the shallows by the suite, walked out onto a soft, white sand bar at a sunrise low tide, visited a resort sponsored nighttime bonfire on the beach, made love inside, outside, in the pool, the hot tub, during the day, at night with warming charms, anywhere they wanted. Six days passed in a haze of bliss as skin bronzed and tan lines vanished, until they sat for their final dinner at the resort, at the restaurant with a clear window for a floor, illuminated so they could see the fish as they swam by.

"You know, I was thinking…" Bellatrix said as she pressed down on the large crab claw and was rewarded with a satisfying crack.

"That sounds dangerous," Hermione said.

"This place could be much better with magic," Bella said as she dipped the white meat and stuck it in her mouth.

"I don't know, I rather like it the way it is," Hermione said.

"Yes, it's grand, but… what I'm saying is, we could help them grow the spices and plants, brew some restorative potions, or cast bubblehead charms to swim in the ocean so normal folk could actually go on that excursion," Bella said, "…bloody muggle certifications."

"We?" Hermione said.

"Yes, we, as in you and I. Please try to keep up," Bellatrix said, "we could take this resort, or any resort, for that matter, make it better, and charge for our services. That could be our… employment."

She pulled a face as if the word itself had offended her.

"If you want to stay longer you could just say that," Hermione said.

"No no, it's not like that. Well yes, I do want to stay longer, but not right now; I know we're scheduled to visit your parents," Bellatrix replied, "just… one day. Soonish."

"Soonish," Hermione said, and she raised an eyebrow in what she hoped was a very Bella-like fashion.

"Yes, precisely," Bellatrix said, and she went back to devouring the crab.

Hermione smirked as she watched her eat. It was obvious to her Bella had been trying to think of a way for them to earn money, legitimately. Her previous rationalisations aside, she'd put her mind to doing what Hermione had requested, perhaps out of respect for her, or perhaps because it was genuinely the right thing to do. Either way, an ache radiated from her chest, and she reached out to cover Bella's messy fingers with her own.

"I love you," she said.

Bellatrix paused mid bite.

"I love you too," she replied, "we are exquisite, aren't we?"

Hermione smiled. This was the Bellatrix she could introduce to her parents, properly introduce. She wondered how they would take the news, but she pushed the apprehension and troubled thoughts aside; she still had one last night on the island with Bella, and she fully intended to make it a memorable one.