So I forgot to mention something in my previous post.

Since we lost a very special actor on 1/14/16, I want to just say RIP Alan Rickman. He was just a great actor in every role he shared with us and truly brought them all to life. I know he wasn't solely Professor Snape, but that is how I'll usually think of him: flowing black cloaks, greasy hair, and a sour puss on his face. He will be sorely missed.

Wands up for Mr. Rickman.

Chapter Eight

Bellatrix stood in front of Hermione's cell, watching her sleep through the bars. She sipped her black coffee from her mug and grunted. When Hermione didn't stir from that, she coughed. Louder. Louder—until she hurt her throat and actually had to cough. Seeing the girl stir, she relaxed ever so slightly, knowing that her prisoner wasn't dead. However, instead of unlocking the gate, she sent a spell at the ground just in front of the sleeping lump, jolting her out of deep sleep. Hermione shrieked and smacked into the wall behind her, whining at the pain.

"Oh good," Bellatrix said, "You're awake." She watched Hermione rub the back of her head and then unlocked the door, then closed it behind herself, her eyes never leaving the girl.

"Yes. Of course I was," Hermione said weakly. But before she could say another thing, she noticed Bellatrix's tongue stick out and lick her plump lips.

"Now," she stepped forward and bent, letting her cleavage uncomfortably close to Hermione's face. Hermione glanced down at what Bellatrix was offering and bit her lip. She didn't want to be attracted to the woman, but she could feel something pulling her to be closer. "Have you learned your lesson, girl?"

"Yes, Mistress," Hermione breathed out, her eyes dipping to Bellatrix's chest.

"Good," she growled and flicked her wand, chaining Hermione to the back wall of the cell, spreading her limbs. "Hmm… Poor little pet hasn't gotten much attention since the beginning of the week. And I'm a little hungry for some fun."

Hermione whimpered, feeling heat pool at her core. She bit deeper into her lip, but released it when Bellatrix gripped her chin. "Mistress?"

"Hmm?"

"Please…"

Bellatrix chuckled darkly and wrapped her pet in a deep kiss, licking at her lips. She slipped her tongue into Hermione's mouth and pressed her into the wall. Hermione moaned into Bellatrix's mouth, feeling a deeper pull from her gut. Eyes glazing, she gave into any attempt to fight, too weak and tired—and hungry. She felt long nails scrape down her sides and with another flick of her wand, Bellatrix stood, looking at a naked Hermione. The older woman grinned wildly and she clawed her nails up the girl's inner thighs, taking in her whimpers as she latched onto Hermione's pulse point. Hermione moaned louder and pressed closer into the dark witch, sighing at the feeling of teeth grazing her delicate skin.

"My good pet. Your dirty blood tastes so good…" Bellatrix purred and pinched a pink nipple, relishing the sounds of pleasure. Slowly, her free hand worked its way down, snaking closer to where Hermione desperately needed it. She bucked her hips and hissed as the metal dug into her skin. But it only fuelled her desire. Hermione begged for more and Bellatrix took a step back, grinning ear to ear.

"W-why'd you stop?" Hermione panted and squirmed to be closer.

"I want you to suffer just a little bit more…" Bellatrix giggled and pressed her thumb against Hermione's clit, unmoving. Hermione jolted and bucked her hips hard, trying to find friction. Bella used her free hand to stabilize the young witch's hips and slowly rubbed circles with her thumb, drawing out mewls and moans from the brunette. Stopping, she slid one finger inside the other girl deeply, hooking it. Hermione yelped and tried pushing forward.

"M-mistress, please!" She cried out again while Bellatrix thrust had into her. The older woman pressed into Hermione's body, her teeth pulling at her neck, creating marks she knew Hermione would later despise. Slowly, the little Gryffindor's moans rose, her walls tightening around Bellatrix's finger. She added another and Hermione threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth opened in silent screams as her body trembled through her orgasm. Bellatrix continued thrusting until Hermione came a second and third time.

Slowly pulling her fingers out, she wiped them on Hermione's skin and stepped away, panting. Her dark eyes trailed along a limp Hermione, who practically hung by her wrists, catching her breath.

"My good little pet. I'm so very proud of you," she cooed, flicking her wand. Hermione fell to her knees and yelped at the pain. "Now. I want you to be a good little girl and dress."

Hermione stood immediately, as though a magical force was pulling her up. Her eyes glazed and she dressed herself, her honey brown eyes never leaving Bellatrix's dark orbs. Once finished, Bellatrix spun on her heel and beckoned Hermione back out of the dungeon. The two walked back up the steps and into the parlor where Bellatrix stopped and gave Hermione a once-over.

"You need a bath, you dirty thing. And perhaps a meal. How long has it been?" She tilted her head, thinking, and shrugged. "No matter. Come. Bath time for the mudblood baby." She grabbed Hermione's wrist and yanked her forward, up to the next floor and into a guest bath.

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That night, Hermione sat at Bellatrix's feet, gorging herself with the plate the elf had brought her. She wasn't sure when she would eat next, and after having been starved for three days, she needed to fill that hollow spot. Bellatrix, seated above her, ate slowly, but mostly pushed her food around the plate, bored.

"Pet," she said, her baby voice coming out.

"Yes?" Hermione sighed, putting her fork down.

"Come. We're going to my sister's. Perhaps if Draco is home for the holidays, you two can play together." Bellatrix stood and eyed Hermione, who shoveled another huge bite of her dinner into her mouth before reluctantly standing.

"I don't think classes have ended for Christmas yet."

"Well then, you can sit silently on the floor while I speak with my sister. Now take my hand."

Hermione frowned and did as she was told, hoping there would be a way out at the Malfoys' and remembering Snape's message. With a crack, the two were gone.