Hermione thought she was going to be sick. She woke breathing in too hard, coughing up a dry throat. Heaving a bit. Her vision was not fuzzy, no, but her head was spinning. It felt like her brain was swishing around as she sat up in the warm bed.
The room was dark.
"Hello?"
No echo, only silence followed. It was quiet. The room was small.
Suddenly a candle sconce flickered to life across the room. Then another a few feet away. Then another next Hermione on a nightstand.
"Hello pet."
Hermione still couldn't see her. She heard her voice loud and clear, but she still felt disoriented. Her stomach turned.
"Where am I?"
Hermione tried to sound calm, but she moved her arms about, scrambling, trying to find her wand. It wasn't in her pocket. She wasn't wearing her jeans. She was in some kind of night gown. She wasn't, she didn't feel right. She.
Shit. She was still in Bellatrix's body.
She felt the bed dip, and startled her head to see... To see herself sitting across from her, at the foot fo the bed.
"How are you feeling?"
Hermione stares dumbstruck.
"I'm alright, how are you?" The response was automatic, ingrained. She could have slapped herself.
"So polite for a mudblood." What a strange thing to hear in your own voice. "Are you enjoying being me? Is it everything you ever dreamed of?"
"You think I dreamed of this?"
"I don't really think about you dear. Not until recently anyways. But I don't appreciate the lack of respect you've afforded to my person."
"I couldn't care less what you think." She was so angry in that moment, her tone so biting, she really did sound like the mad Bellatrix that had pinned her to floor what seemed like so long ago.
"Ohh? Muddy girl has fire? Let's see how you like being taken down a peg or two." Bellatrix smiled her mad smile and slinked away.
On Hermione's face it fell short of terrifying.
There was truly something surreal about Bellatrix, her timeless beauty, torn apart by rage. Hermione had been overwhelmed at first, being alone with Bellatrix's body. Like she shouldn't be allowed. She could imagine that seeing that reflection in the mirror every day might stoke an ego, might plant a seed of superiority.
Now though? Hermione forgets sometimes. Her mind won't let her believe she is walking around looking like that. Sure she grew into herself, but a lifetime of being the frizzy haired book nerd meant Hermione could not comprehend being beautiful, truly beautiful.
"A-ha!"
The exclamation is muffled, clearly coming from an adjacent room or closet. Hermione can't tell which from her position on the bed, a four poster she observes. And she isn't keen to move. Has she been charmed? Why isn't she more concerned? Shouldn't she be trying to escape?
"I wasn't sure I still had one." Bellatrix remarks conversationally, as she returns to the bedside, a strange phallic object in tow. "It's not my cup of tea, to be honest. If I want to be fucked like this, I don't want to be doing all the work. Spell, or otherwise. Literally the only thing men are good for. But. I suppose in a pinch..."
Hermione watches Bellatrix wave the phallus back and forth, it's shape changing with every swing.
"Now which to use I wonder? I've got quite a few interesting options." The phallus shrinks, then elongates. The foreskin stretches across the head, then shrinks back and back all the way as if cut. The scrotum expands, contracts, hair grows and disappears into the skin like texture again.
"That is disgusting." Hermione states dully.
"It is, isn't it?" Bellatrix remarks with glee. "Have you ever had one in your dirty little mudblood cunt?
Hermione's eyes turn hard. "That's none of your business."
"Well I'd very much say it is at the moment! How much preparation will this disgusting body need?"
"Excuse me?"
"I could just tear you up, but I'm hoping to enjoy myself." Bellatrix seems to think for a moment, "well maybe we'll do that anyway, but later."
Hermione tries to understand. But she just can't keep everything in her head at once. "What have you done to me?"
"Ah, finally noticed hmm? Just a little calming charm. Don't worry, it will wear off soon. I do actually want you to understand what's happening."
"I understand."
"Do you?'
"You're going to..." Hermione gestures helpless at the flopping member, now unreasonably large but hairless. "Use that."
"Hmm. Yes, I was going to fuck your tight little pussy with this, but I need to decide who."
"Who... What?"
Bellatric grumbles. "This is far less fun when you are not fully present." she waves her wand, and with a quick flick Hermione's head is clearing fast, as if all the confused thoughts are pouring out of here, and all the anxiety and terror are pouring in.
"Let me go!" Hermione struggles against some invisible binds Bellatrix must've just summoned. Her arms are bound tightly to her sides, she nearly had to fall back to keep balance.
"Shan't!" Bellatrix climbs into the bed and grabs a few pillows from the top. She adjusts them against the foot board and rests her back against it, spreading her legs wide for Hermione to see. Bellatrix iz dressed in a similar nightgown, and clearly is wearing no underwear.
She shamelessly hikes the gown up to her waste, exposing everything. It's nothing Hermione hasn't seen before obviously but this is different.
Bellatrix holds her knees open with her left hand and slides her right hands fingers through slick folds.
"Y'know it's so strange, I've been so fucking ready for this since I woke up stuck inside you. It's been on my mind constantly. Is that a mudblood thing? Are you all just thinking about sex every moment?"
"No."
"Just you then?" And Bellatrix cackles at her own joke, then gasps. "Fuck muddy, so sensitive..."
"You are grotesque. This is fucked." But Hermione can't look away. Is this what she looks like. Can't be.
"You like this muddy? Like watching yourself?" Bellatrix then slides two fingers inside. "Like seeing your pussy get filled?" And back out again. She reaches for the phallus
"Let me go."
"Oh pet. Darling. You don't really want to go." Bellatrix lines the toy up with her entrance and pushes. Groans. "You don't really want to miss this do you?"