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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange/_Hermione_Granger, Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange/
      Luna_Lovegood, Bellatrix_Lestrange/Hermione_Granger/Luna_Lovegood,
      Hermione_Granger/Draco_Malfoy, Luna_Lovegood/Draco_Malfoy, Hermione
      Granger/Lucius_Malfoy, Luna_Lovegood/Lucius_Malfoy, Luna_Lovegood/
      Xenophilius_Lovegood
  Character:
      Bellatrix_Lestrange, Hermione_Granger, Luna_Lovegood, Harry_Potter, Ron
      Weasley, Draco_Malfoy, Narcissa_Malfoy, Lucius_Malfoy, Fenrir_Greyback,
      Xenophilius_Lovegood, Goyle_Sr_(Harry_Potter), Crabbe_Sr., Voldemort,
      Peter_Pettigrew, Misc._Death_Eaters
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Past_Rape/Non-con, Bad_BDSM_Etiquette, Forced
      Orgasm, Forced_Masturbation, Rough_Oral_Sex, Magic_dick, Vibrators,
      Threesomes, gangbangs, Creampie, Forced_Incest, Brainwashing, Sexual
      Abuse, Verbal_Abuse, Bellamione_-_Freeform, Belluna, lunmione, Forced
      Prostitution, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Triggers, Not_for
      the_faint_of_heart, Bellatrix_is_a_domme, Hermione_and_Luna_are_sex
      slaves, Lots_of_power_play, Anal_Sex, Chains, Autoerotic_Asphyxiation
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-07 Updated: 2018-01-12 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3676
****** Antithesis ******
by HermioneGrangerPunchedMeInTheFace
Summary
     In a world where Ron and Harry find only Mr. Ollivander down in the
     Malfoy Manor's cellar, Hermione sacrifices her own freedom so that
     Harry and Ron can escape and carry on their mission to destroy
     Voldemort. She expects that she will be killed by Bellatrix
     Lestrange, but quickly finds that her fate is so much worse than
     anything than she could have imagined.
     Too late, she finds that both she and Luna Lovegood are at the mercy
     of a different side of Bellatrix than the crazed killer they already
     knew. A dominating and more terrifying side that's determined on
     breaking their minds and their bodies. Can Hermione possibly live to
     see the end of this war? Or will Bellatrix succeed in turning the
     brightest witch of her age into a broken, submissive toy?
Notes
     This fanfic was requested by an Anon Tumblr User. If you're out
     there, mysterious smut fic reader, I hope you enjoy it.
     ***WARNING: This fic will contain extremely explicit descriptions of
     rape, incest, abuse, and a whole lot of other messed up shit. This is
     a DARK FIC with EXTREME SEXUAL CONTENT. If you are easily triggered
     or find the idea of this content otherwise unappealing, turn back
     now. This is the only warning you get and I'm not about to deal with
     1,000 upset comments from people who didn't read the tags. This is
     not a happy fic. ***
     Got it? Good. As long as that is out of the way, enjoy the show!
     -Angel
***** ~One: Black and Blood~ *****
Hermione couldn’t open her eyes. It was as though someone had glued them shut
and she risked ripping her very skin if she tried to have a look at what was
going on around her. Her mouth was clamped shut, too, muscles rigid and
throbbing after the bouts of torture that Bellatrix had just put her through.
The Cruciatus curse’s rements still pulsed through her body, stinging like she
had hornets trapped under her skin.
Bellatrix was holding her up, one arm around her waist, the other holding a
short and silver knife to her throat. The same blade that she had used to carve
into her skin. Hermione wanted to flinch but she couldn’t move at all.
“Drop your wands,” Bellatrix whispered. “Drop them, or we’ll see exactly how
filthy her blood is!”
There was a moment of silence. Hermione wished that she could see what was
happening...what Ron and Harry were doing. (It must be them, after all. No one
else would be frightened into obedience by a threat directed at her, after
all.)
“I said, drop them!” she screeched, pressing the blade into Hermione’s throat:
Hermione could feel beads of blood welling up with the faint sting of cut skin.
Somehow less painful than the curse that she had endured.
“All right!” Someone shouted. It sounded like Harry, and there was the clatter
of a wand falling to the ground.
‘No!’ Hermione thought desperately to herself. They couldn’t possibly be so
stupid as to give up their weapons for her life.
But, apparently, they were. Hermione felt Bellatrix’s grip on her tighten as
she barked her next orders.
“Good. Draco, Pick them up! As for you, Harry Potter? The Dark Lord is coming.
Your death approaches.”
Hermione wanted to scream, but her mouth was still clamped shut. No. This
couldn’t be it. This couldn’t be the end for them.
“Cissy,” Bellatrix ordered. “Tie up our little heroes, again. Greyback - take
the Mudblood. She’s yours to do with as you wish.”
Before Hermione could even begin to panic, there was a peculiar grinding noise
from above. This finally prompted her to open her eyes. The crystal chandelier
trembled from above them. Then, with a creak and an ominous jingling, it fell.
Bellatrix shrieked, jumping out of the way with Hermione still tightly held in
her grasp.
The chandelier crashed against the floor with an explosion of crystals and
chains. No one in the room was unscathed by the blow. Bellatrix suffered a cut
on her cheek, while Hermione could feel that one of her arms was freely
bleeding. She saw Draco double over in pain, just as Harry lunged across the
room.
He wrestled all three wands from Draco’s hands with no trouble at all, pointing
them at Greyback. Hermione silently cheered as he shouted.
“STUPEFY!”
Greyback was thrown up into the air and then smashed into the ground, rendered
unconscious.
Hermione was finally dropped to the ground as Bellatrix brandished her knife,
again, looking for the threat. Narcissa was quicker, her wand pointed at the
doorway as she pulled Draco into her side to protect him from further injury.
“DOBBY!” She screamed, causing everyone in the room to freeze in shock. “You!
You dropped the chandelier - ?”
The tiny elf trotted into the room, his shaking finger pointing at his old
mistress.
“You must not hurt Harry Potter!”
“KILL HIM!” Bellatrix shrieked at her sister. “KILL HIM, CISSY.”
Before Narcissa could so much as raise her wand to carry out the act, there was
a loud ‘crack’ and flew across the room, out of Narcissa’s reach.
"You dirty little monkey!" bawled Bellatrix. "How dare you take a witch's wand,
how dare you defy your masters?"
"Dobby has no master!" squealed the elf. "Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has
come to save Harry Potter and his friends."
Hermione’s gaze shifted to Harry. His face was scrunched up in pain and that
could only mean one thing… Voldemort would be there soon.
Gathering up what strength she had inside of her, Hermione screamed to them
both.
“GO! HARRY, RON, RUN!”
“Hermione!” Ron shouted, he started in her direction, but Harry grabbed him,
holding him back. He stared at Hermione, his green eyes filling with tears.
They had talked about this, before Ron came back. What they would do if the
other was captured… what they had to do for the good of the Wizarding World.
“GO!” She screamed again, refusing to let them stay and get themselves killed
for her. Ron struggled against Harry’s hold but it was too late. Harry grabbed
Dobby, as well, and they vanished on the spot.
Hermione watched as Bellatrix threw her silver knife at them, but it was too
late. They were gone and the knife simply clattered to the floor.
Bellatrix turned to look at Hermione, her eyes wide and full of rage. She stole
the wand from her sister’s hand and pointed it at the girl on the floor,
screaming -
“CRUCIO!”
===============================================================================
Hermione had no memory of falling unconscious. One moment, she was writhing in
agony… and the next, it was over and she was waking up in the dark. She was
lying on someone cold and hard...the ground? Her hand twitched at her side,
feeling the surface. Concrete. Where was she?
Groaning with pain, she pushed herself to sit up. It took a few moments for her
eyes to adjust to the darkness, but she was able to make out shapes,
eventually. This must be the cellar, the thought. Where they had taken Ron and
Harry…
There was an unidentified mass near her, she realized. Something distinctly
human looking. Another prisoner? Unconscious and injured just like her?
Hermione inched closer, her voice quiet and raspy.
“H-hello?” She whispered. “Are you okay?”
The lump didn’t move.
Hermione was about to inch closer when the door to the cellar suddenly burst
open. The light from the stairs was blinding, and Hermione turned her head to
save her vision...and was wholly unprepared for the sight that unfolded in
front of her.
The lump on the ground was not another hostage, she realized. It was Peter
Pettigrew. His silver hand was at his throat; his own fingers digging into the
skin there. There was no question as to whether or not he was dead.
Hermione retched, skittering back away from the body and her fear was met with
horribly familiar laughter.
“Ickle Muddy has never seen a dead body?” Bellatrix crooned as she stepped into
the cellar. She was paler than she had been, before, and her every step looked
pained. She’d been tortured, Hermione realized. For letting Harry escape.
“I…”
Her throat suddenly felt dry. Bellatrix had come to kill her. She was sure of
it. She braced herself, waiting for the spell and wondering if it would hurt…
but it never came.
She opened her eyes again, startled to find that Bellatrix was crouched down in
front of her. Her dark eyes gazed into Hermione’s, searchingly.
“The Dark Lord killed Greyback.” She told her, conversationally. “Slaughtered
him for failing. I guess you won’t make a present for him after all.”
Hermione’s heart was pounding in her chest, threatening to break through her
breast.
“The dog would have fucked you bloody and then eaten you alive.” She said, her
tone still pleasant. She reached out and brushed the back of her hand against
Hermione’s face with a wicked smile. “But now, he’s gone. And what do you think
I’m going to do with you?”
“Kill me?” Hermione asked, her tone braver than she felt.
Bellatrix just laughed.
“That would be too easy, little mudblood.” She purred. “I’m not going to kill
you, filth. I’m going to break you.”
She suddenly grabbed Hermione by the collar of her shirt, forcing her to stand.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up, shall we?” She asked, her voice dangerously
sweet.
Hermione didn’t have a chance to give an answer before she was dragged up the
stairs.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Bellatrix’s nails dug into Hermione’s arm, leaving half-moon groves in her
flesh. They stung, but the pain wasn’t half as bad as the ache in her shin when
it smacked against one of the steps. Bellatrix wasn’t allowing her time to
adjust or even stand up straight and Hermione was sure that she saw a smirk on
the Witch’s face when she squeaked in pain.
‘Vindictive bitch’.
The first level of the manor was silent. All of the crystal had been cleared
from the floor and the blood scrubbed away but the stench of death still hung
in the air. Hermione shuddered and dropped her gaze to the floor. She still
didn’t know what Bellatrix meant by ‘break’ her. Torture, perhaps? But Hermione
had already been through that. She’d managed to keep a level head, even after
being subjected to the Cruciatus curse. Even after having the word ‘mudblood’
carved into her arm. What more could Bellatrix possibly do to her? Nothing, she
was sure. Nothing that would matter. Harry and Ron were safe and far away from
this awful place. That was all that Hermione needed.
Bellatrix was silent as she pulled Hermione up another flight of stairs.
Ornately decorated ones, leading up to the upper levels of the manor. It
suddenly struck Hermione that she was seeing Draco Malfoy’s home for the first
time. It was a strange thought. She’d never imagined that she’d ever know where
a prat like that came from. This place was so...nice, though. Polished. Clean.
Not exactly the image that the Malfoys brought to mind. She’d always been
inclined to think of dungeons and skulls. Effigies of muggles to be burned.
That sort of thing.
Bellatrix didn’t seem interested in showing Hermione around, though. She tugged
on her arm, making her stumble forward, when she showed a little bit too much
interest in one of the grand portraits that decorated the wall.
“Never been in a place this nice, muddy?” Bellatrix asked, her voice soft and
dangerous. “ ‘Fraid you won’t be seeing much of it. Little whores don’t get the
finer things.”
‘Whores’?
Hermione nearly gasped the word out loud, incredulous. Of all the things that
she’d been called - by Bellatrix alone - that was the one that somehow annoyed
her the most. Perhaps it was because that word already had such a negative
meaning in the muggle world, but it made her uncomfortable and unhappy.
Whore was such an ugly word. It brought to mind images of dirty women in cheap
clothing, smoking cigarettes and advertising themselves to desperate men.
Hermione was none of those things. Before she could defend herself, however,
she was yanked up yet another flight of stairs. How many stories was this
place? Three? Four? Five?
“Where are you taking me?” She finally asked, unsettled by the new
surroundings. It was darker up here. Some of the paintings had slashes through
them as though someone had cut through them with a knife.
“To your new room, of course.” Bellatrix told her.
She suddenly came to a halt, pulling Hermione in front of her and gazing at
her. Hermione fidgeted, uncomfortable under her inspection. What was she
looking for, she wondered, as Bellatrix’s eyes roamed her body. A hidden
weapon? A weak spot?

“Take off that filthy muggle shirt.” Bellatrix said, suddenly, jabbing Hermione
in the breast with the tip of her borrowed wand. Hermione gasped in surprise
pain and protest.
“No!” She said, unthinkingly.
“CRUCIO!”
Hermione hit the floor, her legs giving out under the weight of the pain. She
writhed, her mouth open in a silent scream.
And then it was over. She stayed on the ground, breathing heavily, until
Bellatrix pulled her back up.
“I said take it off.”
With shaking hands, Hermione grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it off
over her head. She blushed when she was left standing in her bra in front of
Bellatrix.
“Now the trousers.”
“Please, don’t make me-” Hermione tried to beg, but she could barely get the
words out before the pain came again. It knocked the air out of her lungs and
set her every nerve on fire. She didn’t even feel the ground when she hit it,
that time.
“Take them off.” Bellatrix whispered, when it was over.
Hermione didn’t try and stand back up. She just hurriedly unbuttoned her pants
and then yanked them off, casting them aside with her sweater. It was only then
that she noticed her shoes were missing. How long had they been gone?
There was no time to ponder over that. She was sitting in her underthings in
front of the most notorious insane witch in all of the world. Tears swam in her
eyes and she furiously blinked them back. No. She wouldn’t cry in front of this
woman. Not now and not ever.
When commanded, Hermione slowly rose to her feet. Her hands shook at her side,
half-expecting to be ordered to take her bra and panties off, next. She
trembled with the shame of it, but looked Bellatrix in the eyes.
‘You will not break me’ she thought to herself. ‘I won’t let you.’
Bellatrix smiled, almost as though she could read Hermione’s mind. She didn’t
order Hermione to take anything else off. Rather, she pointed her wand at
Hermione’s chest.
“Evanescet!”
Hermione’s bra vanished, exposing her breasts to the cold hair. Her panties
stayed in place - a small mercy- but she thought she might actually die of
embarrassment when her nipples started to harden in the cold.
“That’s better.” Bellatrix murmured. “Don’t you think?”
She reached out, suddenly grabbing Hermione’s left breast. Her thumb brushed
against the younger witch’s hardening nipple...and then she pinched it, hard
enough to make her scream.
“Filthy mublood slut.” Bellatrix said, letting go of Hermione’s now throbbing
nipple, but only to slap her. “You don’t make a sound unless I tell you to.
You’re mine now, muddy. You exist only to serve me and what I want. If I tell
you to jump, you’ll jump. If I say to crawl, you’ll crawl. If I say to take
your filthy underthings off...what do you suppose you’re to do?”
She stared at Hermione, intently. Frightened of being hurt again, Hermione
reached for her knickers and slowly pushed them down her legs. They pooled
around her ankles, exposing her cunt. Her bush of dark brown curls was
surprisingly unkempt -- it wasn’t as though she had time for those sort of
things when she and her friends were trying to vanquish a dark wizard. Sleeping
in forests. Barely eating.
“Good.” Bellatrix said. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue against the
nipple that she’d pinched, startling Hermione. Did she really just do that?!
“From now on, the only words you say are ‘Yes, Mistress Bellatrix’.
Understand?”
“Y-yes, Mistress Bellatrix.” Hermione said, nearly choking on the words.
Bellatrix grabbed her by her arm, again, and started to lead her up the last
flight of stairs.
There wasn’t another floor to walk through. This flight led up to a single
door. Hermione’s heart was racing in her chest. What was going to happen to her
on the other side of the door? She could hear something happening on the other
side...quiet moans of pain? Was this where Bellatrix was going to torture her?
The door swung open and Hermione was shoved inside. She stumbled forward,
nearly falling. She managed to catch herself just in time, and stood up
straight. The room was dark. Only a single lamp kept it from being black as
pitch in the room. It was sitting on the table...next to a chair, where someone
was tied up.
“Luna?” Hermione gasped.
===============================================================================
Luna Lovegood was tied to a chair. Her long, dirty blonde hair was hanging in
her face and her legs were held up in stirrups, spreading her wide open. She
was completely naked, her pale body glowing in the faint light. There were
bruises on her hips, a half-healed bite mark on her inner thigh, and one of her
eyes was blackened. But most concerning of all was the small object that was
flying around her exposed cunt, making a steady buzzing sound and rubbing
against her pussy lips every so often, making her moan and whine. It looked
like a golden snitch.
Hermione stood frozen in place, unable to process what she was seeing. Luna
didn’t seem to notice her, her eyes tightly shut.
“Blood-traitor,” Bellatrix called, catching Luna’s attention. Her eyes opened.
“Guess who’s back?”
Luna could only whine as the vibrator - yes it had to be a vibrator- grazed her
clit. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat and Hermione wondered how
long she’d been like this. Hours? Days?
“Mistress Bellatrix,” She called in her soft, dreamy voice. “Please make it
stop.”
“Does my pet not like her new toy?” Bellatrix asked, her voice a low purr. She
stalked closer to the blonde girl, standing beside her, and suddenly slapping
her small breast. The sound echoed in the quiet of the room, but Luna didn’t
make a sound. “Ungrateful bitch.”
“Mistress Bellatrix, it hurts.” Luna whispered, shuddering again as the snitch
rubbed itself up and down her weeping slit.
“No, it doesn’t. It feels good...at first.” Bellatrix giggled, looking fondly
at the toy that was torturing Luna. “Twelve hours of teasing. Twelve hours of
bringing the whore close to an orgasm...and then letting her slip away.
Touching her just enough to get her close.You don’t want it to stop, you just
want to cum.”
Hermione couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She wanted to look away, but
she was too transfixed on the sight of Luna’s bare, flushed pussy. It was
swollen with arousal and Hermione suddenly imagined herself in that situation,
unable to help it. Is this what Bellatrix intended to do to her, too?
“We have a guest, Blood-traitor.” Bellatrix continued. Luna’s eyes finally
shifted to Hermione. She didn’t look embarrassed. Or even like this was an
unnatural situation.
“Oh, hello Hermione.” She said, just as she might if they were running into
each other on the Hogwarts Express, or in the Great hall.
Hermione couldn’t respond. Her throat was too dry, her fear too visceral.
Bellatrix didn’t seem to be paying attention to either of them. Rather, she was
grabbing her robes and pulling them aside, revealing her own, hairless pussy.
Hermione wanted to reel back -- wanted to run and keep running until she was
far, far away from this place.
Bellatrix pointed her wand at herself.
“Mutare sexum!”
Hermione couldn’t look away. Bellatrix’s cunt distorted right in front of her
own eyes. Changed. In a matter of seconds, her vagina was no longer such -- it
was replaced by a...a…
“Tell our friend what Mistress Bellatrix is going to do to you, Blood Traitor.”
Bellatrix said, reaching down and stroking her cock. It twitched in her grasp.
“Mistress Bellatrix is going to fuck me.” Luna said.
The crude words sounded so wong in Luna’s sweet voice. So wrong when Hermione
looked into her serene expression. Luna had always been so odd...but sweet.
Naive. How long had she been here, under Bellatrix’s hold?
“That’s right.” Bellatrix said, discrading her robes. Her breasts were still
intact, full and freely exposed. “I’m going to rape your pretty little cunt in
front of the mudblood. She’s going to watch me use your fuckhole, and she’s
going to watch you cum from it. Mudblood. Come closer.”
Hermione’s legs moved of their own accord, working on autopilot. She walked
until she was right next to the pair of them.
Bellatrix moved between Luna’s legs, brushing the vibrator away. The scene was
even more disturbing up close, and Hermione had to try not to vomit. The
bruises that covered Luna’s body were harsher and there was a daze in her eyes.
“Watch closely, mudblood.” Bellatrix said. She rubbed the head of her cock
against Luna’s slit, making the Ravenclaw girl whine and strain. “This is what
you have to look forward to.”
There was no more warning than that. She thrusted forward and impaled Luna on
her prick. The young girl’s scream echoed in the room, a mix of pain and
pleasure making her pale face screw up. She didn’t struggle as Bellatrix moved
inside of her, just as Hermione couldn’t seem to make herself close her eyes.
The rhythmic thrusts of Bellatrix’s hips was oddly hyponic. The sounds of flesh
on flesh both grating on Hermione’s ears and alluring. To her horror, her own
nipples puckered in arousal and she could feel her lower stomach growing very
warm. Luna’s cries did nothing to stop Hermione’s body from responding to the
scene and tear of shame leaked down her cheeks.
It was only a few seconds before Bellatrix started to really get into it. One
of her hands wrapped around Luna’s slender throat while the other slapped her
breasts. Luna’s cries faded into gurgled sounds of pain, her face turning red
as she couldn’t breathe.
Hermione’s inner thighs were wet.
It seemed as though hours went by, but it was only minutes before Bellatrix’s
thrusting sped up. Just minutes before she threw her head back and came inside
of Luna with a visceral scream.
Her cum leaked from Luna’s cunt when she pulled out and Luna gasped as soon as
she could breathe again.
The ties that kept her bound to the chair came undone.
“Cleanse the mudblood girl, Blood traitor.” Bellatrix said and she casually
picked her robes up, again. “And shave her. I’ll be back tonight, for both of
you.”
She pointed her wand at herself again.
“Sexum mutare tergum.”
Hermione finally looked away from her, not needing to see what that spell would
do. Her heart was pounding and her cheeks were still wet with tears. She didn’t
watch Bellatrix leave, or look at Luna.
“We better do what she says,” Luna said, anyway. “There was another girl before
you. I don’t want you to go the same way she did.”
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