Hermione looked only at the ground as she made her way through Diagon Alley. It was late, and she had not been able to sleep. The seemingly deserted passage had an eerie vibe at night, especially at this time of year. The only sound that could be heard was that of fallen leaves rustling in the wind. She walked with her hands in her pockets and her head down.
Suddenly, the echoing sound of footsteps broke the near silence. Hermione jumped and cautiously turned her head hoping to find the source of the footsteps. She was horrified to see Bellatrix Lestrange coming down the alleyway, looking mischievous as always. Hermione immediately backed up against the nearest wall, hoping she would be hidden from the dark witch. What is she doing here? She thought to herself, fear coursing through her body.
Hermione always did her best to avoid interaction with death eaters, but she tried at least three times harder to avoid Bellatrix. At first, it was purely out of fear for her life. She knew that the witch hated mudbloods, and she knew that she wanted her dead… but recently a new reason had developed. There was a feeling associated with Bellatrix that young Hermione did not understand… it was a feeling of lust and desire. How could she feel this way towards a woman who wanted her dead?
Hermione's heart raced as new fear shot through her body. She closed her eyes and pressed herself against the wall as the footsteps echoed closer. It was only a moment later that Bellatrix came into view once again. She kicked an empty bottle to the side as she walked by. Hermione held her breath, waiting, hoping the other witch would not see her… but to her horror, Bellatrix turned the corner and the two of them locked eyes.
"Well, well, well," Bellatrix smirked. "If it isn't little miss mudblood." She drew her wand and slowly approached the frightened girl. There was something very seductive about the way she walked. Hermione thought it must be the sway of her hips. "Tell me, muddy," she began as she paced back in forth in front of Hermione. "What are you doing out here all alone?"
"I… I couldn't sleep." Hermione said softly. "Couldn't sleep huh?" Bellatrix grazed the young witch's cheek with her wand. "Tell me, what were you doing back here? You weren't hiding from me were you?" Bellatrix's eyes lit up and a playful smirk formed on her lips. Hermione couldn't respond. Her head was spinning and her thoughts were racing. What do I say? What do I do? Is she going to kill me? Does she know how I feel about her? She stared into the witch's dark eyes and shuttered slightly. She felt a hot, burning feeling in her core.
"Sorry, Bellatrix." Hermione said, finally finding a more confident voice. "But I must be going." She stepped away from the wall and attempted to slide past the other witch, but Bellatrix was not ready to allow her to leave. "I don't think so, missy." Bellatrix asserted. "We have unfinished business." She drew her wand and waved it in Hermione's direction. The young witch instantly dropped to the ground and cried out in pain
Hermione –on her knees– could feel Bellatrix standing over her. She winced, feeling her knees begin bleed from the fall. "Good news, muddy." Bellatrix breathed into her ear. I've decided not to kill you. You're too much fun to play with." She whipped the young witch's back with her wand and yanked her up by her hair.
Hermione didn't know whether to cry out in pain or in pleasure. She never got off on being tortured before but for some reason the seductive yet sadistic tone in Bellatrix's voice was sending her over the edge. Noticing the look on Hermione's face, Bellatrix let go of the girl's hair and stepped back. Her messy curls bounced as she cocked her head; she looked shocked. "Are you getting off on this?" she asked after a moment. Her voice was full of both laughter and disbelief.
Hermione looked at the ground. "You are aren't you?!" Bellatrix laughed her maniacal laugh. She was hysterical. "You want me don't you, Granger" she said, pushing the girl back against the wall. "You actually want me." She laughed again.
"This changes everything." This time there was intentional seduction in her voice. The dark haired witch grazed her wand against Hermione's cheek once again, but this time with different intentions. "I should have known we had more in common."She brought her face close to Hermione's and kissed her, biting her lip as she pulled was in complete disbelief. It was as if all of her wildest fantasies were coming true. Her knees went weak and she felt herself becoming more and more wet by the second. It was almost hard to stand up.
Within minutes they were in Bellatrix's bedroom. The older witch hovered over Hermione, who was ready to do anything Bellatrix demanded. She slowly slid off Hermione's shorts and began tracing the girl's inner thighs with her long fingernails. Hermione cried out softly. "That feels so good." She moaned. Bellatrix did not respond. She only winked at the girl and continued her tracing, slowly inching closer and closer to her panties.
Hermione was soaking wet at this point. She couldn't believe that Bellatrix, the death eater, Voldemort's best lieutenant, was between her legs. It was so wrong but so right. She bit her lip as Bellatrix slid off her panties and continued to inch closer and closer. The death eater's fingers danced around Hermione's entrance. The young witch cried out again. She couldn't handle the anticipation. "Take me!" she begged
"Gladly." Bellatrix grinned sadistically and lowered her face to where Hermione was dripping wet. The feeling of Bellatrix's hot breath between her legs was unbelievable. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure came over her as she felt Bellatrix take her clit into her mouth. She moaned loudly. Bellatrix, clearly pleased by Hermione's reaction, began clawing at the younger girl's outer thighs with her long, sharp nails. Hermione moaned even louder.
"I can't believe this is happening," Hermione thought to herself. "How could I have allowed this?" She argued with herself internally until a sudden shock of both pain and pleasure shot through her body. Bellatrix had dug her fingernails into Hermione's thighs with enough force to break the skin. A few small beads of blood surfaced and trickled down Hermione's leg.
Hermione could tell Bellatrix was enjoying this just as much as she was. The dark witch stopped her work momentarily to lick the blood off of Hermione's thighs. Hermione didn't know what to do with herself at this point. She had never felt anything this good. Bellatrix resumed her position, increasing her speed. While tonguing her, she reached up under Hermione's nightshirt and took hold of her breasts, massaging them as she worked.
Hermione was close to her peak; she gripped the dark red bed sheets and threw her head back. "Oh, Bella!" she cried into the night. Her cry echoed down the vacant hallways of Black Manor. The rhythmic spasms of her orgasm took over her body and she felt her hips buckle towards Bellatrix. She screamed Bella's name one last time before flopping back onto the bed and relaxing her muscles, her chest heaved up and down as she attempted to catch her breath.
Bellatrix sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. She crawled up the bed and whispered into Hermione's ear "Until we meet again," and suddenly, she was gone. Hermione was left all alone, half-clothed and confused. "What did I just do?" she asked out loud. She grabbed a pillow, buried her face in it, and screamed.