Hermione's hand caressed memories of Bellatrix's lips on her neck, smiling to herself. Hermione felt herself losing concentration on her homework, and focusing, again, on Bellatrix. In frustration, she ran her fingers through her bushy hair, sighing. She knew it was wrong. She knew Bellatrix was evil, and that she was digging herself further into a deep hole. But thoughts of Bellatrix's lips, eyes, hair crept creeping into her thoughts, pushing rationality out of sight.

Hermione was exhausted after a day of studying. With a thump, she threw her books on her bedside table and stretched, relaxation pouring into her skin. She slid on her nightgown Dipping her feet into her blanket, she melted into her bed, entering deep thought. Silence lurked in her room, the other girls were at meetings, 'study' meets, and wandering the halls. Hermione slowly shut her eyes, awaiting sleep.

'You're going to bed without saying goodnight?'

Hermione bolted up, eyes shot open. Bellatrix Lestrange shoot at the end of Hermione's bed, lips pouty. Hermione's stomach dropped at the sight. She was wearing a black dress, cleavage exposed and corset showing the shape of her waist.

Bellatrix studied Hermione's face, and when she realized Hermione was in awe, she cackled.

'Poor thing lost her words.'

Bellatrix crawled on the bed towards Hermione, biting her lip as she drew closer. Hermione was released from shock and lust took over, hands immediately in the hair of Bellatrix's. Bellatrix leaned in close, and kissed the tip of Hermione's nose, then moved up to her head, and back down to her nose, a smile stretched across her face. Hermione felt her heart cave in, and kissed Bellatrix with all her love, wanting to be closer. Hermione doubted if Bellatrix was evil every time they kissed. When they were alone, Bellatrix was fragile. Almost… innocent. But when slaved herself to Voldemort, she was wicked, cruel, malevolent. Hermione pushed her thoughts out of her head, and undid the maze that was Bellatrix's corset. Tongues meeting, slid her hand down Hermione's panties, gently massaging her clit.

Hermione rapidly took off Bellatrix's dress, craving to see her breasts. Hermione kissed down Bellatrix's neck, reaching her nipples and caringly sucked on them. Bellatrix took off Hermione's panties delicately, kissing down her stomach, lips hovering over her clit. Hermione's hands held Bellatrix's head, her entire body longing for her mouth. Bellatrix kissed her clit, then gently stimulated Hermione with her tongue. Hermione let out small gasps, her hands now caressing her breasts, looking down at Bellatrix. They kept eye contact, Bellatrix becoming completely vulnerable to Hermione. Reaching her climax, Hermione cried with pleasure, spine curving.

'Bellatrix.' She panted, eye closed.

Bella knew she did her job, she came up with a smirk on her face. Hermione opened her eyes slightly, eyeing Bellatrix. Black, curly hair coming down her collarbones, covering her breasts slightly. Sunken in eyes and defined cheekbones, calm, gentle eyes that are often disguised as evil, and red, full lips. Her pale skin… Hermione's eyes reached her Dark Mark. She was a beauty. Hermione's expression held what she was thinking, and Bellatrix smiled.