Chapter 2
“One day, Bellatrix, you’ll meet someone you’ll truly care for,” Andromeda had said to her. “Whether it’s romantic or not, you’ll want to help them, take care of them. You’ll be over the moon when they succeed and heartbroken when they fail.”
Bellatrix had thought her naive.
It’s easy for Andy to say that. She always did have the biggest heart of the Black sisters.
It was different for Bella. She wasn’t sympathetic like Andy, she was selfish and greedy.
After being transferred from Head Auror to glorified desk jockey, she hardly expected to be open enough to ‘help’ anyone else.
Then she read the S.P.E.W bill.
Bella had always thought Andy was the naivest person she’d live to see.
Hermione Granger was quick to change that.
Essentially, the bill freed all house elves and forbid wizards to abuse their power. Naive.
The older witch had called the girl in her office for what was supposed to be a quick chat. With Bellatrix crushing her unrealistic hopes and the girl running off to cry somewhere.
But Hermione do what was expected of the Brightest Witch of Her Age and surpassed expectations.
She had demanded answers, real reasons why the bill wouldn’t pass and Bellatrix gave them.
Granger had frowned, nodded and left her office.
Bella thought nothing of it until the next day, where an updated bill landed on her desk.
House elves are allowed the option to work in other areas if they do wish.
Abuse on house elves is a punishable offense.
House elves must be paid a minimum wage.
House elves must be granted a proper uniform.
If a house elf wishes to leave a house or report abuse, they are free to do so.
Bellatrix tried, but couldn’t find any arguments so she did her job and passed it up the chain of command.
It was approved.
Hermione had beamed at her so brightly and thanked her profusely.
The older witch was still in shock. That’s why she stared after the girl and that’s how she noticed her wobbling on her feet as she left.
So she kept an eye on Hermione Granger.
She found out why her job was practically done for her, with the girl inspecting and overseeing every project, assigned to her or not.
The girl worked like a dog, day and night and single-handedly took on the work of 50 wizards in a single day.
Bella was in awe.
Then she noticed the tole it had on her. The girl was practically dead on her feet!
It was too late when Bella realized that.
Bellatrix was guilty of piling even more work on the girl that was all too happy to please.
Mr. Highing was neglecting his duties? Hand the project to Hermione.
Sloppy paperwork? Give it to Hermione.
Workplace dispute preventing deadlines from being met? Hermione.
Once Bella realises that, she requested a transfer of departments.
She felt like the scum of the Earth.
That was her best worker, the kindest and smartest girl Bella had ever met and she abused her nature by offloading her own work to her.
So she made an impulsive decision she’d soon regret.
Leaving the department didn’t mean Hermione stopped overworking herself. It just meant Bellatrix could do nothing about it.
So she was forced to watch that sweet girl work herself to an early grave while she sorted out trivial workplace issues that were more suited to a playground than a professional environment.
And then Bella realised what she could do to help the girl.
It was something that helped Bella. A good old stress reliever.
Hermione wasn’t the type for relaxing so Bella realized she could relax the girl herself.
All she needed was a reason for meeting.
With the size of the girl’s eye bags, it wasn’t too far away.
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“-And I just can’t work with someone like that. I refuse.” Dayton Abbot crossed his arms.
“You think you’re easy to work with? Oh god you are so-“
Bellatrix watched from the corner of her eye as Hermione paced back and forth in her office.
The girl seemed to have been preparing herself for what may happen today.
Just as she worked up the courage to open the door, Kingsley Shaklebolt ran into her.
Hermione looked out out, but when he motioned to her office she lead him in, bemused.
Bella smirked, the clock in her office read ‘14:37’.
-
Hermione was late.
She realized that after an hour of talking with Kingsley and she sped to the door to Miss Black’s office.
She was late, she was late, she was late. She was never late! Hermione was perfectly punctual at all times.
Hermione didn’t even knock on the door in her haste to reach the office.
“Miss Black, I am deeply sorry for my lateness. I was caught up in a meeting with Kingsley.”
Bellatrix looked amused if anything and Hermione wondered whether or not that was a good thing for her.
“Kingsley Shaklebolt the Minister of Magic?”
Hermione nodded profusely.
“I find that hard to believe.” Bella raised a disbelieving eyebrow and Hermione’s heart sunk.
“It’s true!” Hermione cried. “I promise! He-“
Bellatrix raised a hand.
“Don’t give me excuses Hermione, pet. I know you’ve never given me reason to fault you for lateness but I explicitly told you to be here on time.”
The younger witch looked down at her feet for a moment. “It’s true.” She mumbled.
“Excuses, again. Hermione,” Bellatrix shook her head in faux disappointment.
“I am truly, truly sorry Miss Black, please let me make it up for you!”
Bella cocked a brow, smirking. This was what she had been waiting for.
Approaching the girl, Bella pulled her forward slightly. Ignoring the shocked look, she placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders and pushed down.
Although it had taken encouragement, Hermione Granger kneeling in front of her was a sight for sore eyes.
She nudged the toe of her heels between the witch’s legs so they were spread and conjured metal cuffs in her free hand.
Hermione whimpered when they came in contact with the skin of her wrists, pulling them taut behind her back.
Bellatrix smiled at the sight, before returning to the girl’s front and unbuttoning her shirt. Ignoring her protests as she slid it down her shoulders as far is the cuffs would allow.
The older witch silenced Hermione’s protests with a single hand. “Wait.” She instructed.
Then turned to sit at her desk and get some work done.
Hermione was deliciously uneasy. Constantly squirming and shifting in place, erratic breathing, glances at the unlocked door.
The moving could be fixed, Bella mused, but she concealed a smile as the girl never broke position.
Ideally, she would’ve made the girl kneel for every minute she was late. Bella thought that was a little too harsh since she was telling the truth.
10 minutes passed and Granger stayed kneeling on the floor. Her legs were shaky and her chin had dropped to her chest. Long hair like a curtain covering her flushed face.
Bellatrix never enjoyed paperwork but she had to admit she was more inclined to do it with the view that greeted her whenever she looked up.
“Miss Black?”
There was a few knocks on the door.
Hermione gasped and tried to stand. Bellatrix easily cast a wandless leg locking junk causing her to fall back into position.
The girl looked at her pleasingly, shaking her head.
“Enter.”
“No, no, no, please Miss Black-“
Bellatrix cast a silencio and disillusionment spell on the girl. No one could see or hear her except Bellatrix.
Though Hermione didn’t need to know that just yet.
The look of humiliation on her face was delectable, Bellatrix could barely bring herself to look away.
“I just came to drop off the files you asked for.”
“Perfect Miss Parkinson.”
Pansy trudged past Hermione’s trembling form and dropped the papers on Bellatrix’s desk. Not even sparing Hermione a look before leaving.
Though that didn’t stop Hermione’s embarrassed blush. The girl was curling in on herself in embarrassment.
Once the door was firmly closed, Parkinson long gone, Bellatrix decided it was time for the next part.
“Pet,”
Hermione’s head shot up, her brown eyes panicked and oh so pitiful.
“What were the rules I told you on your first day here.”
“You . . .” Hermione swallowed, “You said to obey what was asked of me.”
“And?”
“No thinking of work.”
“And the last one?”
“I-“ Hermione inhaled deeply, “I’m not in control here.”
“And that’s the important one.”
Bellatrix stood, approaching the downtrodden girl and pausing, folding her arms.
“You see Hermione, coming here late implies you have control over when something here happens. Do you?”
“No,” The girl whispered, avoiding Bella’s eyes till she gripped her cheeks and forced her to look at her.
“Hm?”
“No.” She said louder.
“That’s right.” Bella smiled, placing a kiss on the girl’s nose causing her face to flush and leaving a red lipstick mark.
Bellatrix stood to her full height, circling around the girl until she was behind her.
“You’re a very smart girl, pet. You’re a high ranking Ministry official, you’ve achieved a lot more than you give yourself credit for.”
Bellatrix dug her heel into the girl’s back, pushing down until the girl fell on her face with a choked cry.
“In here though, you are nothing.”
Hermione whimpered as Bella pressed her shoe in harder.
“You don’t have thoughts, control, free will. You are here to obey me, that’s all.”
“No.” Hermione whined.
“Say it.”
The room was silent, only the sound of Hermione’s harsh breathing. Bella put more weight into the shoe pressing the girl to the ground.
“Say it pet, say I am nothing.”
“I am nothing,” Hermione whimpered. She couldn’t help but feel herself grow wetter and wetter with the harsh treatment. She wondered what was wrong with her.
“Louder.”
“I am nothing.”
The pressure on her back lightened slightly, though it was still pushing Hermione’s soft face into the rough carpet fibers.
“Say I am not in control.”
Hesitation.
Bella dug her heel deeper. There was sure to be an imprint, maybe even a bruise.
“I am not in control.”
“Good.”
The heel was removed from her back. Bella admired the imprint for a few seconds.
“Stay.”
Bellatrix circled back around to her desk, seating herself again.
Hermione whimpered, squirming slightly but still keeping position.
She was throbbing. Absolutely pounding and it was all she could not to touch herself right there on the carpet.
It was a painful 15 minutes.
Hermione’s forehead pressed to the floor and Bellatrix merely completing tasks and watching, waiting.
“Stand.” She instructed finally, Hermione quick to comply.
Bellatrix walked to the girl, till they were practically toe to toe.
Hermione’s heart thudded in her chest as their noses brushed.
Bella leaned forward.
“Dismissed.” She whispered in her ear.
Hermione blinked, shocked. Bellatrix took a step back and crossed her arms while the bookworm stood in shock.
“Well?”
The younger witch opened and closed her mouth for a few seconds before finally accepting nothing else would happen.
“S-sorry Miss Black.” She mumbled.
“Wait.”
All of a sudden, Bellatrix reached out and brushed Hermione’s underwear.
The girl gasped, burning red as she gripped her superior’s wrist.
“I see,” Bella smirked, rubbing her fingers against the wet spot on Hermione’s panties. “You enjoyed that.”
Hermione looked anywhere but Bellatrix, soft moans mingling with her erratic breathing.
Bella reeled her hand back and slapped Hermione’s cunt, sending the girl over the edge.
She gasped and shuddered all over, her toes curling as the orgasm washed over her in waves.
By the time she collected herself, timidly looking at Bella, the older witch was grinning.
Slowly, she removed her hand and returned to her desk.
Hermione took a few seconds before leaving.