Fucked by a Bellatrix

"Bellatrix Lestrange walked slowly around the prisoners, and stopped on Harry's right, staring at Hermione through her heavily lidded eyes."

-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 23, Page 460.

This was one hell of a bad camping trip. Harry liked to think that his friends accompanied him out of sheer devotion but he had a nagging suspicion that Hermione mostly wanted to get away from the attention that had been cast on her since her last fucking. She could not escape the feeling that the only thing going through peoples' minds when they look at her was that she had been fucked innumerable times by all manner of creatures.

Now that they were on the run, Hermione had come to realize one thing: If the Death Eaters caught them, she would surely be fucked by them. Somehow it had become part of her life; like a bad joke it was sure to repeat again, and again.

"Not a Death Eater…please not a Death Eater…"

This thought would infect her brain whenever it was her turn to wear the horcrux. The memories of trolls and skrewts seemed like happier days compared to the scenarios that would arise whenever she was under the influence of the locket. Thoughts of Greyback and Malfoy slithered through her mind and her skin would crawl.

On the night when the trio were all gathered around the little radio listening to "Potterwatch". Voldemort's name had had a taboo placed on it, a fact which Harry had forgotten. The result would scar them all forever.

In the infinitesimal space of time between Harry speaking the name and the crack of the Snatcher's arrival, Hermione suddenly knew something: It was going to be her. And suddenly she was scared motherless. In all her dark moments of brooding, it had never occurred to Hermione but now the realization hit her full force with supernatural certainty.

The crashes outside mixed with Hermione's frenzied screaming and spell casting. Harry and Ron were both taken off guard when Hermione popped Harry in the face with a Stinging Jinx before the lights went dead. Her behavior was so erratic that neither boy could tell whether this was intentional or not.

Once in the Snatcher's clutches, Hermione remained catatonic. Several times as the group was escorted to Malfoy Manor, Harry and Ron both tried to get her to show some sign of life. Now in the drawing room of the manor, the situation deteriorated further.

"What's this Cissy? What's happened?"

Bellatrix Lestrange entered the drawing room. Her approach was as sinister as it was graceful. The tension in the room was palpable among the Snatchers as well as the captives. No-one was ever exactly "relaxed" around Bellatrix Lestrange. By this time Hermione was a wreck. Bellatrix strolled around the group of captives, taking them all in but her gaze lingered uncomfortably long on one in particular. Maybe it was imagined but the tiniest flicker of a smirk seemed to tug at the corner of her mouth.

"Well, now. I think we all know whats coming." said Bellatrix aloud.

However, it seemed only Bellatrix and the trio knew.

"Mrs. Lestrange please don't!" Harry began to yell while Ron, catching on somewhat slow, began to look mortified.

Bellatrix giggled at Harry's protests while turning to leer at Hermione who was now limp, only supported by the chains binding her to the rest of the captives. Her face was colorless and her mouth hung open. Bellatrix proceeded to effortlessly dispatch the Snatchers. She then ordered a very confused looking Narcissa to take everyone but "the delicious mudblood slut" into the cellar. The last view Harry got of Hermione seemed to show her reviving in Bellatrix's grip. Once left to the darkness of the cellar, Harry strained his ears scared of what he would hear next.

Bellatrix stood over naked, cowering Hermione and spoke one simple word:

"Scrub."

Having been escorted to a bathroom, Hermione hesitantly squoze liquid body wash from a nearby bottle into a black washcloth. Even in this hellish situation it occurred to her how overdone the Slytherin themes were. A green snake was stitched into the washcloth to match the emerald green of the marble tub with the black snake faucets. Hermione shot Bellatrix a sideways glance.

"Do you expect privacy?"

Solemnly, Hermione resigned herself to be humiliated. Starting with her face, the Gryffindor washed in silence while the Death Eater watched. As the minutes went by Bellatrix became more and more visibly excited. She shifted and clenched her thighs in response to her growing arousal. Finally she sat on the emerald marble of the sink, spread her legs and unabashedly began to masturbate.

"Get rid of that odor coming from your Mudhole. For god's sake you smell like rotting chocolate!" spat Bellatrix.

Left with no choice, Hermione began cleaning the intimate areas she had thus-while avoided. A low chuckle emanated from the Death Eater, who's eyes she desperately avoided. In the intervening years since the Dementor and Skrewt incidents, the chocolate odor had become dilute enough to be written off as an odd choice of perfume.

When Bellatrix's moans began to intensify, Hermione wanted nothing more than to die. In her peripheral vision she saw Bellatrix hit her climax, shaking and racking the sink on which she sat. Then there was silence filled only with the sound of the Death Eater's panting.

"Stand up." said Bellatrix atlast.

Hermione did.

A towel was thrust roughly into her chest, which she gratefully wrapped around herself. Knowing automatically to follow Bellatrix, the two reentered the lavish bedroom. Distantly, Hermione thought she could hear Ron and Harry's cries from below. She didn't pay much attention however because she was now being pushed onto the decadent canopy bed.

Bellatrix immediately latched onto Hermione's breast. She was rough as expected, biting and chewing while her other hand fondled the girls other breast. Hermione lay tense and horrified, absolutely no pleasure was being gained from this treatment. Working her way down Bellatrix yanked Hermione's legs apart the way someone ripping open a new bag of cereal does so. Wide open and exposed, Hermione felt the air from the open window on her most intimate area. Chancing a glance revealed Bellatrix leering depravedly as if she had just found something highly valuable which she intended to steal.

Ron and Harry where wildliy searching for Bellatrix and Hermione. Dobby had come to save them and now free of the dungeon they had dispatched the Malfoys and Greyback and now desperately needed to prevent what both knew would happen if Bellatrix got Hermione alone.

"…waaaAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhh!"

The blood chilling sound had ripped forth from somewhere above them. Ron's face had gone white as he and Harry bolted for the staircase.

There were four floors plus an attic in Malfoy Manor plus innumerable rooms. The volume of the scream had made the two assume Hermione was directly above them but another scream, more terrible than the first, issued from above. Returning to the staircase, the boys reached the third floor but weren't sure if this was the right one either. Another voice was mingling with Hermione's increasing screams: Bellatrix. What she was saying was indistinguishable but the sound was more traceable than Hermione's yells. Harry and Ron were indeed on the right floor and darting down the hall they soon stood outside the room were Bellatrix was surely violating Hermione…

The door opened upon a scene of almost incalculable depravity. Hermione lay naked on her back, one leg draped over Bellatrix's shoulder. The dark witch's skirt was bunched up around her waist, showing more Bellatrix than anyone in their right mind would ever want to see. Her arm was submerged halfway up the elbow into Hermione's vagina. The Death Eater was using a violent punching motion, as if trying to beat the girl to death from the inside, to violate Hermione.

Something broke in the minds of both Harry and Ron at that moment and all heroism was gone. In the last moments of lucidity before madness overtook them, Harry fired a weak, wordless Stunning spell at Bellatrix. It hit but the impact barely rolled the dark witch over a couple of times. Harry and Ron, both now psychologically in extremis were rescued by Dobby, who disapparated them to Bill and Fleur's cottage, leaving Hermione in her classic pose with a dazed Bellatrix.

Pyschologically broken and only semi conscious, the image of the Dark Lord bloomed into Harry's mind. Leering down at him, the high cold voice spoke:

"Hermione Granger has been fucked by a Bellatrix."

THE END

Definitely my favorite chapter and a suiting climax to my "Fucked by a…" series. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Look for more from me soon.