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Boredom.

Absolute boredom.

It was something that Bellatrix absolutely despised, especially considering that Rodolphus has found more than a few ways to entertain himself, which she found particularly unfair since she was the one who got affected the most by inactivity. Although she was hardly to be inactive for long, especially considering whom she would be having soon.

The marriage between Bellatrix and Rodolphus was one that was made purely out of blood politics. In some kind of way, Bellatrix should count herself lucky on marrying Rodolphus, as it prevented her from marrying her much closer relations, such as Sirius or Regulus. Although Rodolphus was hardly a much better choice, especially since he was one of the vilest men she has ever known, although her opinion of him may be due to her preference in sexual partners, which Rodolphus most certainly did not match.

Cygnus Black was a man of absolute power and prestige, and as the eldest Black daughter, she was expected to wed first and given the close relationship between the Blacks and the Lestranges, it was apparently an ideal match for both of the eldest children as they were married immediately after graduating from Hogwarts. Bellatrix had no desire to marry, but she could not refuse her father’s orders or her duties as a pureblood woman, which is why she went through with the marriage with Rodolphus Lestrange.

The wedding was a very elaborate event, all of the Sacred Twenty-Eight houses in attendance and the wedding even earning itself a column on The Daily Prophet. The newly wedded husband and wife fulfilled their duties as the eldest child of their respective families, and they played the part of a happily married couple very well. But things were different behind closed doors, the only ones being aware of the true nature of the relationship between Rodolphus and Bellatrix being their respective siblings.

Bellatrix had no intentions of ever siring a Lestrange heir, not when it meant that she had to get physical with Rodolphus. Her husband, of course, was infuriated with her intentions as it was something that was expected of the two of them, the pressures of being the eldest children of two very powerful pureblood families hardly being lifted as they were simply replaced with new expectations to produce the next line of purebloods. But Bellatrix stood firm, her stubborn nature prominent and aiding her in her battle as she made her intentions quite clear to her husband.

“If you think for even a moment to try touch me, I can guarantee that a cruciatus will be a tickle compared to what I will do to you.”

He had demanded it. He demanded for the two of them to consummate the marriage and to create a child, however Bellatrix was not going to let him lay even a finger on her. That then lead to him threatening her reputation. He threatened that he will spread word of her being barren, being a failure of a woman due to the inability of fulfilling her duty of producing an heir. Given the patriarchal control in the pureblood society, it would be very easy to ruin Bellatrix’s name, along with the entire Black family if the word was spread.

But while Rodolphus’s words contained fire, Bellatrix’s words contained venom, and she revealed her fangs to her husband as she countered his threats.

“Just how damaging will it be if it was spread through all of the noble houses that the eldest Lestrange son was impotent? That he is simply unable to attend to the physical needs of his wife in order to produce an heir. If he can’t even participate in the bedroom, just how in Merlin’s name will he be able to participate in blood politics and bring any sort of realistic change and influence? How can a man be taken seriously if he can’t even participate in the necessary activities with his wife, the daughter of Cygnus Black himself?”

If he wanted to stain her reputation, she was going to stain his just as badly, and Rodolphus knew that she would do it, even if it meant affecting her own reputation even more. He was fighting an unwinnable battle, and given his own manly pride, he succumbed to Bellatrix’s demands. It was a sweet victory for Bellatrix, because it meant that she never had to lay with a man, much less with Rodolphus Lestrange, which was significant to her in more ways than one.

Bellatrix’s preference in gender was a topic of many rumours in the pureblood society, particularly in Hogwarts which was a place that provided Bellatrix with the only freedom that she had away from her father. The rumours were most likely the reason that her marriage happened straight after her graduation because her father wanted to put the rumours to rest, to cement the fact that Bellatrix was a traditional woman and that the rumours of her sexual preference was nothing but slander made up by lesser noble houses, half-bloods, and even mudbloods who were jealous of the renowned prestige of the Black House.

But Bellatrix knew her preference, and it was most certainly not linked to the male gender. She had only two relationships during her time at Hogwarts, both being two pureblood witches that were in the same boat at Bellatrix, expected to marry another pureblood soon after graduation, so it was harmless fun between them as they tussled in the sheets in their respective dormitories, as well as in the Room of Requirement, where she and her partner would not be interrupted.

Since Bellatrix made it clear that the only thing that Rodolphus was going to receive from her in their marriage was the title itself of being married to her, he sought for the physical activities involved in a marriage elsewhere, usually in brothels where nameless witches laid waiting for the taste of astounding men such as Rodolphus Lestrange, uncaring if he had a wedding band on his finger or not. Not that Bellatrix cared, as she did the same, albeit a little bit more subtly.

In the beginning, Rodolphus hid his affair rather well. He went out at night and only to brothels where he would not be recognised. Even though it was publicly known that the marriage between them was arranged, they still had a part to play and in the first few years of the marriage, they remained as a united front. But the façade faded away as the years continued to pass.

Eventually Rodolphus made no effort of hiding his affairs, it becoming an open secret in the wizarding society. No one dared to speak of it out loud because the slanderous punishment they could receive from speaking ill about the very powerful pureblood house. Even though Bellatrix didn’t care about the affairs, it was annoying that she had to deal with the gossip created from her husband’s lack of tact. Probably the worst part was the seething words that she had to hear from her father, blaming her for unable to satisfy her husband. But for the first time in her life, Bellatrix was unafraid of finally speaking her mind to her father.

“What happens in my marriage with Rodolphus is none of your business. You lost all control of me the second he and I became legally bound.”

She honestly wished she had a camera to take a picture of her father’s expression. It was world defying and would have been a priceless memento to her.

But aside from that small victory, Bellatrix was still disgruntled with the fact that she had to deal with the aftereffects of Rodolphus’s stupidity. If she had to describe their relationship, she would loosely say it was civil, but that is simply being polite. The two of them shared a nonverbal agreement with one another to stay out of each other’s way, and to not become involved in any of the private affairs that the two of them had, which suited them perfectly. They were only husband and wife in name, nothing more and nothing less, and neither of them cared about whom they took to bed with them.

Although Rodolphus would definitely have a problem with the lover she has had for a while, though Bellatrix always ensured that he would never find out because she was not going to lose her because of him.

The loud echoing moans coming from Rodolphus’s wing of the manor hardly bother Bellatrix as she was waiting in anticipation for her guest to arrive, her body trembling slightly in excitement. Usually she conducted her affairs outside of the manor, not wanting to take her lovers in the house of her supposed husband. Besides, they usually were very short-term flings that provided her with excellent bodily pleasure. But her latest one is different; she has been with her far longer than any others and Bellatrix may go as far to say that the two of them had a future.

Well, as much as a future that she could have with a muggleborn.

The fireplace in her own personal sitting room erupted to life, and a grin immediately crawled along Bellatrix’s face when she heard the coughing voice of her lover, a slight curse leaving her lips as she stumbled out of the fireplace while dusting off her clothes. Bellatrix couldn’t help but immediately close the distance between the two of them, wrapping her arms around their waist and pressing her lips against theirs in a passionate kiss. She swallowed their surprised squeaked and pulled away after several moments, smirking at her lover’s panting.

“Hello pet.” She purred, loving the colour pink that dusted their cheeks. The hand on her shoulder tightened at the pet name.

“Hello Bella.” She husked back, not given much of a chance to say anything else before Bellatrix kissed her again.

Hermione Granger.

A muggleborn.

And Bellatrix’s lover.

The day that it is found out that Bellatrix has taken on a muggleborn lover will be the day when she is burnt off the Black family tree. Rodolphus will probably try to kill her, not that he will be able to as Bellatrix was a far more efficient witch than him, because even though he knows of her own affairs, a muggleborn is crossing all the lines established in the pureblood society.

Not only will it ruin Bellatrix, but it will also ruin him, the idea that a pureblood witch would fall into the arms of a muggleborn woman, it was the worst kind of thing which could happen to a pureblood wizard, which made the relationship between Bellatrix and Hermione incredibly risky and dangerous, even more so as Bellatrix has brought her to Lestrange manor.

But Bellatrix didn’t care.

No one will ever find out about her and Hermione, she has made sure of it. Her husband was occupied with his own woman, he will not venture onto her wing for a long while, being the perfect chance for herself and Hermione to become intimate without disturbances.

Bellatrix had deepened the kiss between her and Hermione, the brunette whimpering as the older witch’s tongue met hers and immediately succumbed to her kiss, melting in the embrace as Bellatrix slipped her hands down and cupped Hermione’s ass, pawing at it possessively. She pulled back and smirked at the flustered state of the younger witch.

“Did you miss me?” She teased, leaning in and teasingly licking at the corner of Hermione’s lips. Hermione blushed.

“Yes.” She breathed, making Bellatrix chuckle before pulled Hermione closer to her by her grip on her ass, making the younger witch gasp at the firm touch.

“Good. That means that you will be a good girl for me today.” She squeezed the butt cheeks teasingly and leaned in again to trace kisses along the brunette’s jaw, grinning as the younger witch tilted her head to provide the older witch with more space as she began to trace her kisses down her neck.

“I’m always a good girl for you.” Hermione argued, making Bellatrix chuckle against her neck before she pulled away to look at her with a pleased grin.

“True, but sometimes the fiery side of you comes out, and that needs to dealt with a firm hand.”

Bellatrix emphasized on her point by giving a firm smack to the brunette’s backside, making her squeak at the sharp sting and then glare at the older witch, which didn’t affect her smug expression. She leaned in until their foreheads were pressed against each other.

“There is that fiery side coming out.”

Hermione huffed and moved to push the older witch away, but Bellatrix quickly caught her wrists before she could do say and instead forced them to her sides before ducking her head and giving a quick bite to Hermione’s neck, a warning.

“Is the brave Gryffindor wanting to come out to play?”

A huff is the only response that she received, but it quickly shifted into a grunt when Bellatrix gave a harder bite to Hermione’s neck, sucking at the spot before releasing it with a soft pop. She released one of Hermione’s wrists to grab at her jaw, forcing her to look at her as she flashed a wicked grin.

“I am not new to taming wild lions, pet.”

She pressed her lips to Hermione’s again, a shorter kiss this time but by no means dispassionate as every kiss from Bellatrix was like a sparking flame that threatened to start a forest fire, and given her relationship with the older witch, Hermione knew that she was in line for an inferno. Bellatrix finally pulled away and shifted her hand on the brunette’s wrist to her hand, lacing their fingers together.

“Come.” She ordered, tugging the brunette away from the fireplace and out of the room to head to her bedroom.

While Bellatrix lead the two of them to her bedroom, Hermione couldn’t help but stare at her surroundings, taken aback by the obvious signs of luxury that the Lestranges possessed. Even though Bellatrix hated being a Lestrange, she revelled in the luxury that it provided her, even though it was hardly something new to her given how wealthy her own family was. Rodolphus had left Bellatrix to design her own wing of the manor to her own accord, and Bellatrix made sure that it matched her elaborate personality, perfectly aligning with her tastes.

The older witch’s bedroom was also very luxuriously decorated, the brunette taken aback by the sheer sleekness of it. Black and silver adorned most of the furniture in the bedroom, however there were elements of green in decoration, a connection to the older witch’s Hogwarts house that she was imminently proud of. While Hermione should had focused on the large bed in the centre of the room, she was more drawn to the large vanity which was pressed against the wall, her reflection very clear to her.

“You like it?” A whisper in her ear spoke, seduction hanging on every word while arms wrapped around her from behind, hands greedily spreading themselves out on the brunette’s belly.

Hermione nodded, her eyes locked with Bellatrix’s as they both stared into the mirror, the journey of the older witch’s clearly reflected back at the two of them. A stone of warmth formed in Hermione’s belly, increasing the more the hand on her body explored her length and width, showing no signs of stopping. She felt a kiss to her earlobe before another whisper.

“Perhaps we should have a small warm up then.”

Bellatrix moved them until they were suddenly at her vanity, Hermione stumbling over and stopping herself from falling by placing her hands on the surface of the vanity case, Bellatrix’s hands tugging at her clothes while she pressed hot kisses to the side of her neck. Hermione gasped when Bellatrix slipped her hands under her shirt, her hands warm and leaving a trail of fire on her bare skin as she did the same exploration as before with her hands. She nipped at Hermione’s neck again.

“So submissive. So small.” Bellatrix taunted, one of her hands slipping under the brunette’s bra and roughly squeezing her breast while the other had slipped down to the front of the younger witch’s jeans, quickly undoing its button and zip before sliding her hand under her underwear. Her hand was immediately met with wetness. “So needy.”

Hermione couldn’t do anything but whimper at Bellatrix’s touches and taunts, the lion within her submitting easily to the older witch, just as she always did because Bellatrix always had this sort of power over her which made her completely submit to her. Bellatrix continued to abuse her neck, biting and sucking at the skin, seemingly intent to leave marks while she rubbed the brunette while still fully clothed, feeling the younger witch getting wetter by each passing second.

“Look at yourself.” She ordered, wanting the younger witch to see just how affected she was becoming by her touch.

On command, Hermione looked up and flushed brightly at how needy she looked. Her cheeks were pink, going onto red, and she could see the forming marks of the attention Bellatrix was applying to her neck, a common signature of Bellatrix’s presence on her body. The older witch continued to rub her, her wetness embarrassingly coating the older witch’s fingers, which amused her to no end as she continued to husk into Hermione’s ear, her eyes locked with brunettes through the reflection of the mirror.

“We have barely even started and yet you are already so wet. Did you really miss me that much?”

Even though Bellatrix phrased it as a question, Hermione knew that it was a demand for the truth and the younger witch has never been able to deny the older witch of anything, especially since Bellatrix was extremely talented at getting what she wanted.

“Yes.” She answered, but then she gasped when her nipple got pinched and twisted. A warning.

“Yes what?” Bellatrix prompted, her thumb and index finger twisting the brunette’s nipple as she demanded a proper answer from her young lover. Hermione whimpered, clenching her fingers on the vanity case.

“Yes, I missed you. I missed you so much. I haven’t been able to think properly without you.”

Hermione felt Bellatrix’s smirk against her neck, and she expected a verbal answer from the older witch, but clearly she had other plans. Bellatrix suddenly withdrew her hands from the brunette, Hermione immediately whimpering from the loss, but it was quickly rectified when Bellatrix suddenly spun her around and hoisted her on top of the vanity, stepping in between her legs. She smirked as she grabbed at Hermione’s shirt and immediately tugged it off, tossing it to the floor before immediately going for Hermione’s bra and undoing it.

“How often have you thought about me?” Bellatrix asked, her hands immediately cupping Hermione’s breasts and squeezing them, prompting a groan out of the younger witch.

“A-All the time.” She answered, but Bellatrix gave a hard squeeze to her chest.

“I want details pet.”

Bellatrix leaned in and took in one nipple into her mouth, not being gentle at all in her attention as she slightly dug her teeth into the soft flesh while sucking at it, being sure to apply the same treatment with her hand to the other breast. Hermione moaned and tangled her fingers into the wild raven locks, hugging Bellatrix’s head close to her chest as she revelled in the rough treatment she was receiving.

“D-During work. I-I can’t wait for it to end just so that I can return home and…take care of myself while thinking of you.” Hermione confessed, feeling her face flush even more than before.

Bellatrix hummed in delight at the brunette’s confession, the sound vibrating against Hermione’s breast which increased the pleasure and making her moan in appreciation. The older witch continued with her rough treatment for a few more second before finally pulling away, fixing the younger witch with a heated stare.

“And just did you think of me pet? Was I pleasing you with my mouth? Or was I teasing you with my fingers, edging you so much, so close, that you were just crying for release? Tell me pet, just how did imagine me when you were touching yourself?”

One thing which Hermione has learnt since becoming romantically involved is that the older witch was incredibly talented with dirty talk. Bellatrix did not have a filter, she said the things that were on her mind, consequences be damned, and that was carried out effectively in bedroom activities. Even though Hermione was no stranger to dirty talk herself, just hearing Bellatrix speak to her so seductively, so demandingly, it just made the experience far more sinful.

“I…I always imagine your fingers touching me.”

The hand on her chest moved down her body, joining its partner as it tugged off her jeans, the black witch’s eyes never leaving Hermione’s.

“Go on.” She ordered, which Hermione obeyed.

“Y-You tease me at first, n-not going in, just tracing me.”

Bellatrix smirked as she discarded the brunette’s jeans to the floor before grabbing her underwear and tugging it off, sliding it easily down tanned legs before returning to her previous position between Hermione’s legs, only this time one hand was gripping Hermione’s thigh tightly as she kept it apart while the other was tracing Hermione, just as she had imagined.

“Go on.” She repeated, eyes glinting dangerously as she enjoyed carrying out the naughty fantasies that her young lover had. Hermione swallowed thickly, her hips trying to press against Bellatrix’s fingers, but the older witch kept her firmly in place, pinching her thigh in warning for a punishment.

“A-And you tease me…a lot…and…finally, you just…you’re in me, and you…you…”

Bellatrix easily slid a finger in Hermione, her warm walls welcoming her immediately, and the younger witch gasped at the sudden entrance, not expecting it at all. Bellatrix smirked as she moved her finger at a tortuously slow pace, mesmerised by the small twitches in Hermione’s facial expressions as she felt Bellatrix move inside her.

Sex was not usually gentle with Bellatrix. It was dominating, it was possessive, and it was rough, fully representing Bellatrix as a person as it was all-consuming and completely wild. But it was also incredibly teasing, because the older witch knew how she affected others, and she knew very well just what kind of effect she had on Hermione.

The brunette’s expressions were the cutest things in the world. Bellatrix just loved the expressions that she made during moments of passion, this no different, and she felt some sadistic glee over the fact with how agonized that she looked with the slow pace of thrusting Bellatrix was giving her. She leaned in and nipped at the brunette’s jaw before moving to her ear.

“Is this teasing enough?” She asked, chuckling as Hermione clutched at her back with the close proximity, trembling and breathing shakily as she was forced to remain still by Bellatrix’s grip on her body.

“Please Bella.”

“Please Bella what?” Bellatrix teased, stopping her hand movements, keeping her finger inside Hermione, and making the slow torture even more tortuous. She felt Hermione squeeze around her immediately in desperation.

“Please fuck me.” She begged, clutching at Bellatrix as she pleaded for her touch.

Bellatrix just smirked. She pulled her finger out of Hermione, the brunette whining at the loss, before picking her up from the back of the thighs and carrying her to the bed. She all but tossed the younger witch onto the bed, Hermione falling flat on her back onto the mattress. She had moved to sit up, but suddenly found herself unable to. Her arms were fixed firmly to the mattress, and no matter how hard she tried to lift them, she couldn’t. Bellatrix must have casted a non-verbal spell on her again.

The only thing which Hermione could move was her head and her legs, which Bellatrix was parting already and when she locked eyes with Hermione, those dark orbs of hers were filled with heavy lust, her wicked grin filled with promises of sin and pleasure. She licked her lips before lowering herself onto the mattress, blowing on Hermione and digging her fingers into her tanned thighs.

“Since you asked so nicely.” She teased before finally taking Hermione in her mouth.

The older witch’s tongue was relentless, exploring every part of Hermione while keeping her legs apart, easily settling between them as she continued to taste Hermione, or more like devour given how wild Hermione was moaning. The brunette’s head was flung back in pleasure, her entire body arching and moving against Bellatrix’s mouth. Even though Bellatrix was given her all the pleasure in the world, it was still not enough, but she knew that the older witch was going to play with her until she was a mumbling mess, the only thing that she would be able to say being her lover’s name.

Hermione’s moans went higher in pitch when Bellatrix had settled on her swollen bud, sucking harshly at it while digging her fingers hard into Hermione’s thighs. The combination of pleasure and pain was astounding, and the heat within Hermione kept building up with each passing second while she completely succumbed to Bellatrix’s touches. She gasps sharply when she felt two fingers slide into her, matching the furious pace of Bellatrix’s tongue while giving her not time to adjust, not that she needed to because she was already so soaked with arousal.

“Bella…Bella…”

The older witch’s name was the only thing she could say, her lover being the only thing in mind and body, affecting her in every single way that she loved. Bellatrix was an all-consuming individual, almost like a blackhole that sucks everything into its core, and she was relentless in her determination of making the muggleborn fall apart.

The curling of fingers and a slightly nibble to her bud is what sent Hermione over the edge, Bellatrix’s name leaving her lips in the form of a high-pitched scream as completely saw white as she climaxed, the older witch helping her ride it out with her fingers and tongue respectively. Even though it was only the first round, Hermione was already sapped from her energy, but she knew that Bellatrix was far from being done.

Bellatrix lifted her head from Hermione’s legs and flashed a wicked grin at the brunette’s, her lips and chin shining with Hermione’s arousal which she made a point of seductively licking before using the back of her hand to wipe her chin before removing herself entirely from the bed. Hermione watched with panting breaths as the older witch discarded her clothes, using nonverbal magic to undo her corset before doing the rest by hand, drawing out the anticipation from the younger witch.

Even though Hermione was awfully found of visiting muggle museums, none of the priceless artefacts she has ever seen could ever compare to Bellatrix’s naked body. Despite the age difference between them, Bellatrix’s looks were still astounding, which was the same as her body as the brunette was completely mesmerised by the sight of it. Judging from the smirk on Bellatrix’s face, she was awfully aware of Hermione’s mesmerisation of her.

“Close your mouth pet, you’ll catch flies.”

Like a cat, or rather like a panther, Bellatrix returned to the bed and crawled on all fours along it until she was finally on top of Hermione. She smirked before laying down entirely on top of her, pressing her naked bodies together, both of them moaning in unison at the sensation. Tangling a hand into Hermione’s chocolate locks, Bellatrix leaned in a kissed her, slipping her tongue into her lover’s mouth and forcing her to taste herself, Hermione moaning at it.

Never being one to be unoccupied, Bellatrix’s other hand slipped between them to squeeze Hermione’s breast, twisting and teasing her nipped with her thumb and index finger. Since Hermione was still unable to move her arms away from the mattress, she simply responded as best as she could to the dominating kiss, pressing her tongue against Bellatrix’s and getting lost into a very passionate dance. Only when Hermione felt she was going to black out from the lack of air did Bellatrix finally pull away, panting just as heavily as her younger lover.

“Undo…the spell…” Hermione panted, the need to touch the older witch almost life-defying. Bellatrix smirked and pressed a kiss to the corner of Hermione’s lips.

“Not yet.”

Bellatrix chuckled at the frustration on Hermione’s face before leaning down to kiss her, deepening it almost immediately but only for a short while as she pulled away and began to shuffle upwards until her milky thighs were beside Hermione’s head, giving the brunette the glorious view of her obvious arousal.

“First I want to put that mouth to good use.”

Bellatrix lowered herself onto Hermione’s face, and the brunette did not need any more motivation as she tilted her head up and pressed her mouth against Bellatrix’s core. The older witch immediately moaned in approval, feeling Hermione’ mouth work against her quickly and efficiently, exploring every single inch of her, already know just what to do to increase the pleasure.

Hermione felt the older witch beginning to rock her hips against her mouth, riding her as her breathing started to become shaky, along with her body as she kept herself up in order to not fully crush the brunette with all weight on her face. Although quite honestly, it would not be a bad death, as Hermione would be dying doing something that she loves and that would be pleasuring Bellatrix. She particularly began to focus on Bellatrix’s swollen bud, the older witch letting out a loud groan as she began to suck on it, one of her hands going right to Hermione’s hair and pulling it tightly until her scalp was burning.

“Fuck…that’s it pet, keep going.” She praised, her own voice sounding restrained and husky from the pleasure. Hermione pulled away just for a moment to give her only demand to her lover.

“Undo my hands.” She said, not going back to Bellatrix’s core so that it would prompt the older witch to obey her.

While Bellatrix was actually the one in control between the two of them, she could not disobey the younger witch, not when she was getting so close. Hermione knew immediately when the spell was undone as she immediately lifted her arms and grabbed Bellatrix’s thighs before pulling her back down to her face, pleasuring her relentlessly with her mouth.

The older witch moaned in appreciation at Hermione’s efforts, her body now rhythmically riding Hermione’s face in time with her tongue in order to maximise the pleasure, the brunette encouraging her by digging her own fingers into the milky thighs as she lapped at her core. It did not take long before Bellatrix climaxed, a loud, deep groan escaping her lips as she shook on top of the younger witch. Arousal coated the brunette’s face, but Hermione did not care as she lapped against Bellatrix’s mouth until she stopped shaking.

With a little effort, Bellatrix shifted off of Hermione’s face, her own face flushed pink but still fill of sin and promise as she sat on the bed and tugged at one of Hermione’s wrists.

“Come here.”

Hermione did not fight against the older witch’s direction, allowing herself to be pulled off the mattress and into the lap of her lover, lips immediately pressing against hers in a passionate kiss. Bellatrix moaned at the taste of herself on the brunette’s lips, tangling a hand into Hermione’s wild locks while her other hand cupped one of Hermione’s ass cheeks, squeezing it. Hermione groaned at the touch and in turn tangled her fingers in Bellatrix’s wild black locks and pulled, making the older witch growl.

“Fuck Hermione. You drive me insane.” The older witch husked, pulling back to stare deeply into the hazel eyes of her young lover. Hermione just smiled.

“I love you.”

Three words.

Three words which held so much power between the two of them.

Three words that were a wistful dream for people like Bellatrix.

Love hardly came out of most pureblood marriages, although it was not entirely impossible, but Bellatrix was not one of the fortunate ones. Love hardly existed in her marriage with Rodolphus, and a relationship with anyone outside of the pureblood society was a guaranteed social condemning. Bellatrix’s younger sister Andromeda would know every well what it felt like since her exiling from the family due to her marriage to Ted Tonks, a muggleborn.

Like the rest of the family, Bellatrix was disgusted and disappointed with Andromeda, throwing her life away for someone who wasn’t even a real wizard. For years she condemned her sister, at times forgetting she even existed, but one can never truly forget their siblings ever if hate is attached to their memory. She could not understand why her sister would fall for someone so beneath her, when she was a woman of renowned prestige and could have anything granted to her all because of her blood purity, and yet she chose a muggleborn over her family.

She never understood it, not until she had met Hermione.

Hermione was an astounding witch, the fact of it being hard for Bellatrix to confess in the beginning of the relationship. The Brightest Witch of her Age was an appropriate title, it being similar to how Bellatrix was in Hogwarts. The two of the were two peas in a pod apparently, intellectually and magically, the two of them were compatible. It took a long while for Bellatrix to realise her feelings for the younger witch, but when she did eventually figure it out, she came to understand her younger sister in a way that nobody else could.

Because just like Andromeda, Bellatrix received something that which was not given much by her family growing up, aside from what she had received from her younger sisters. Andromeda and Bellatrix both received a precious gift from two muggleborns that they yearned to have all their life in a relationship.

Love.

“I love you too.” She said gently, expression softening as she gazed into those hazel eyes.

Hermione smiled and closed the distance between them, the kiss remarkably softer than what they have shared so far, and Bellatrix revelled in it. Tender moments did exist between the two of them, as their relationship was not all about sex, even though it was one of the best parts of it. Feeling a little brave, Hermione bit down on Bellatrix’s lip and sucked on it, making the older witch sigh at the sensation before pulling away slowly, smiling as her bottom lip was returned to her.

She leaned forward and pressed kisses to Hermione’s neck, first peppering the skin before eventually leading to open mouth kisses. She trailed her lips down the tanned column of skin to the brunette’s collarbone, nipping at the teasing structure before eventually trailing down Hermione’s sternum and then enveloping one of her breasts in her mouth. Hermione moaned at the familiar sensation and hugged Bellatrix’s head to her chest, pressing more of it into the older witch’s mouth for more pleasure.

“Please don’t stop.”

Bellatrix didn’t respond, instead she stroked her hands along Hermione’s body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She squeezed, stroked, and rubbed Hermione’s body before one of her hands travelled between the two of them cupped Hermione’s core, arousal coating her hand immediately. Bellatrix tugged at Hermione’s breast gently before letting go, leaning back to smile at her younger lover.

“So wet for me.” She teased, loving how flushed Hermione was becoming as she continued to rub her, not at all hurried to speed up the process. Hermione whined.

“It’s your fault.” She retorted, making the older witch laugh.

“Oh is it really?” The older witch responded, leaning to suck on Hermione’s other breast which was deprived of her attention. Hermione moaned and cupped the back of Bellatrix’s neck.

“Yes. You are just too much for me sometimes.”

But she loved it. And Bellatrix knew this, as she chuckled against Hermione’s breast before pulling away again, adjusting her other hand around the brunette’s waist to keep her steady in her lap as her rubbing hand paused its ministration. A wicked gleam shined in the older witch’s eyes as she locked gazes with Hermione.

“It’s a good thing that you can take on a lot.”

Bellatrix entered her with two fingers, setting a steady rhythm so that she could draw out the beautiful show in front of her, to watch the many expressions of Hermione Granger in the throes of passion which was all due to the touches of herself.

Hermione’s nails dug into the older witch’s skin, but Bellatrix didn’t care. Marks on each other’s bodies were very common after their passionate activities together, so Bellatrix simply took the slight pain in stride, it hardly being anything compared to all that she has suffered in her life. She kept her rhythm steady, drawing it out as much as she could while encouraging her young lover to ride her fingers, to chase after the promise of a sound release which only she could provide.

Bellatrix had a languid smile on her face as she watched Hermione fall apart on her fingers, rocking in time with her thrusts and all but gasping the older witch’s name until finally she saw the stars, and Bellatrix, squeezing tightly around her fingers before collapsing into her warm embrace, Bellatrix removing her fingers to wrap them tightly around the younger witch. Bellatrix pressed kisses to the brunette’s sweaty forehead, her hands pressing her lover into her chest as she trembled from the climatic aftereffects.

“Very good pet. You were so good.”

Hermione nuzzle her head under Bellatrix’s chin, the older witch leaning backwards so that they two of them were now laying on the bed side to side, their legs entwined and facing each other. Hermione pressed a soft kiss to Bellatrix’s chest before nuzzling in further, her body tired and hoping for some kind of rest, her eyes feeling heavy.

But a sudden spank to her ass jolted her awake, a sharp smirk flashing at her as Bellatrix stared at you.

“Surely you didn’t think I was done with you pet.”

Bellatrix smiled smugly at the sight of her young lover bundled up in the sheets of her bed, black sheets surrounding the tanned yet bruised body of the brunette, completely passed out from the multiple rounds which Bellatrix had put her through, not that she was ever truly complaining. Bellatrix had managed to remove herself from her lover’s embrace and left the bed, wrapping a black robe around her before exiting her bedroom.

Her destination was the kitchens to have some tea brewed for the two of them, given the strenuous hours the two of them had been occupied, but as she walked through the main hall, Bellatrix was met with the sight of Rodolphus seeing out his latest lover, dressed only in a navy robe. He froze when he turned around and caught sight of his wife.

“Bellatrix.” He said,  a composed look on his face. Bellatrix scowled.

“Rodolphus.”

She intended to leave it at that, but Rodolphus clearly had other intentions in mind.

“I see that you have been quite busy.”

Bellatrix felt Rodolphus’s eyes on her, particularly on her neck where the fresh marks made by Hermione were standing proudly. She fixed him with a sarcastic smile.

“And heard just how busy you were with your latest whore.”

Rodolphus immediately scowled at Bellatrix, but the witch just cackled before turning away, continuing in the direction of the kitchen. But she was mildly surprised to hear faint footsteps behind her.

“May I at least know the name of the one keeping my wife so busy?” He inquired, making Bellatrix pause in her footsteps before spinning around on her heel to glare at him.

“It’s none of your business.” She hissed. Rodolphus huffed.

“Aw come on-“

“I don’t need to know the names of your whores, and you don’t need to know mine. Fuck off.”

Bellatrix fixed him with one final scathing glare before storming towards the kitchen, entering it like a bull in a fighting rink before ordering the first house elf she saw for the desired tea for both her and Hermione.

Even if Rodolphus dared to try take a peek of her lover in her room, he would be met with the vicious wards that she left on her door before she left. She was going to protect what she had with Hermione even if it was risky and dangerous, but she was also going to protect her status as a pureblood.

No one was ever going to find out about the two of them. She will make sure of that.