Day 5: Hermione as Top/Interrogation Roleplay

Day 5: Hermione as Top/Interrogation Roleplay

The dimly lit room was silent, the air thick with tension as Hermione paced in front of Bellatrix, her footsteps echoing ominously against the cold stone floor. The scene was set—the perfect re-creation of an Order of the Phoenix interrogation room, though the war had ended years ago. The Death Eaters were no more, and Bellatrix had long since been pardoned by the Ministry, but tonight wasn't about reality.

Tonight was about power. And submission.

Hermione stopped in front of Bellatrix, her gaze sharp and unforgiving as she looked down at the witch sitting in the heavy wooden chair, her arms restrained behind her back by enchanted ropes. Bellatrix's usual air of arrogance was gone, replaced by a simmering tension as she gazed up at Hermione, her dark eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Bellatrix Lestrange," Hermione began, her voice cold and authoritative, slipping into her role with practiced ease. "You stand accused of crimes against the Order. Crimes for which you have yet to answer."

Bellatrix's lips curled into a sly smirk, her eyes never leaving Hermione's as she tugged lightly against the ropes binding her wrists. "The war is over, Granger," she purred, her voice a low, mocking drawl. "You have no authority over me anymore."

Hermione's eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening as she stepped closer, the heel of her boot clicking sharply against the floor. "You'll find I have plenty of authority tonight, Lestrange," she retorted, her voice laced with dark promise. "And you will answer for what you've done, one way or another."

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening as she leaned back in the chair, her body language deliberately relaxed despite the ropes holding her in place. "Is that so?" she asked, her tone filled with amusement. "And what exactly do you plan to do, Granger? Torture me for information? Beat me into submission?"

Hermione's lips twisted into a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Oh, I won't need to torture you," she replied, her voice soft but dangerous. "You'll give me what I want willingly."

Bellatrix's eyes gleamed with challenge, her muscles tensing slightly as Hermione moved closer, standing just inches away from her. The power dynamic had shifted tonight—Hermione was in control, and Bellatrix, for all her usual dominance, was bound and at the mercy of her former enemy.

"I doubt that," Bellatrix drawled, her voice low, taunting. "You've never had it in you, Granger. You were always too soft. Too compassionate."

Hermione's hand shot out, gripping Bellatrix's chin tightly, tilting her head up so their eyes met. The sudden roughness of Hermione's touch made Bellatrix's breath hitch, the smirk faltering for just a moment.

"I'm not the same girl you remember," Hermione hissed, her grip tightening. "I've learned a lot since the war. I've learned how to make someone talk without spilling a drop of blood."

Bellatrix's eyes darkened, her lips parting slightly as she inhaled a slow, shaky breath. The tension between them crackled like electricity, the roleplay becoming more than just words as Hermione leaned in, her lips brushing against Bellatrix's ear.

"You're going to tell me everything, Bellatrix," Hermione whispered, her voice a soft, dangerous promise. "You're going to beg to tell me."

Bellatrix's body tensed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Hermione's words sank in. The arrogance that had once filled her eyes had dimmed, replaced by a flicker of something darker—something submissive.

"Untie me," Bellatrix growled, her voice low, rough. "If you want answers, let me fight for them."

Hermione's lips curved into a wicked smile. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? But no," she replied coolly, stepping back just far enough to look Bellatrix in the eyes again. "You don't get to fight me. You don't get to be in control. Tonight, I am the one asking the questions. And you're going to answer them."

Bellatrix's body tensed, her hands straining against the ropes as she glared up at Hermione. "You think you can break me?" she spat, her voice filled with challenge. "I've been through worse than anything you could ever do, Granger."

Hermione chuckled softly, a dark, mocking sound that sent shivers down Bellatrix's spine. "I don't need to break you," she said, her tone casual as she slowly unbuttoned the cuffs of her shirt. "I just need to show you who's in charge."

With deliberate slowness, Hermione pulled off her shirt, revealing the black lace bra underneath. Her movements were measured, controlled, every motion designed to remind Bellatrix of the power she held tonight.

Bellatrix's breath hitched, her eyes darting to Hermione's chest, her muscles straining against the ropes as her body betrayed her. Hermione noticed the shift immediately, her smile widening as she leaned down, her face inches from Bellatrix's.

"You can glare at me all you want," Hermione whispered, her fingers trailing lightly over Bellatrix's collarbone. "But I can see it in your eyes. You like this. You like being tied up, being helpless while I'm in control."

Bellatrix's jaw clenched, her muscles tightening, but she didn't deny it.

Hermione's fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down Bellatrix's neck, over the exposed skin of her chest, before finally stopping at the buttons of Bellatrix's shirt. With a flick of her wrist, she unbuttoned the top, exposing Bellatrix's bare skin to the cool air of the room.

"You've always been good at playing games, Bellatrix," Hermione murmured, her fingers brushing over the swell of Bellatrix's breasts. "But I'm better."

Bellatrix inhaled sharply, her body trembling beneath Hermione's touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her arrogance was slipping, her control weakening as Hermione's fingers continued their slow, teasing exploration of her body.

"You think you're better than me, Granger?" Bellatrix growled, her voice rough with a mixture of frustration and arousal. "You think you can control me?"

Hermione's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as she reached into her back pocket, pulling out a small, familiar object—her wand.

"I know I can," Hermione replied coolly, her voice dripping with authority.

With a casual flick of her wand, Bellatrix's clothes vanished, leaving her bare, vulnerable, and completely exposed to Hermione's gaze. Bellatrix gasped, her body tensing as the ropes holding her wrists tightened slightly, her breath quickening as Hermione stepped closer.

Hermione's eyes darkened with hunger as she looked down at Bellatrix, her fingers trailing over the smooth, pale skin of her chest, circling her nipples with deliberate slowness. Bellatrix's breath hitched, her muscles trembling as her body reacted to Hermione's touch, the cool air heightening every sensation.

"You're going to tell me what I want to know," Hermione whispered, her lips brushing against Bellatrix's ear as her fingers pinched one of Bellatrix's nipples sharply, making her gasp. "And if you don't, well... we'll just have to keep going until you do."

Bellatrix's body jerked in response, a soft moan escaping her lips despite the defiance still burning in her eyes. Hermione's touch was firm, commanding, but there was no mistaking the heat that simmered between them, the way Bellatrix's body responded despite her best efforts to remain in control.

"Tell me what I want to know," Hermione whispered again, her fingers still teasing Bellatrix's sensitive nipples, her nails grazing the soft skin of Bellatrix's breasts. "Or I'll make you beg for it."

Bellatrix bit down on her lip, her muscles straining against the ropes as Hermione's hand trailed lower, her touch teasing, torturous, as it moved toward the apex of her thighs. Every inch of Bellatrix's body was on fire, every nerve alight with the intensity of Hermione's dominance.

"Is that what you want, Bellatrix?" Hermione purred, her hand slipping between Bellatrix's thighs, her fingers brushing against her slick folds. "Do you want me to make you beg?"

Bellatrix's body tensed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Hermione's fingers teased her, never giving her the pressure she craved but keeping her on the edge, her body trembling with the need for more. She fought to keep her composure, her mind battling against her body's betrayal, but the sensation of Hermione's fingers so close to where she needed them made her head spin.

"Never," Bellatrix hissed, her voice shaky but defiant, her hips involuntarily jerking forward, seeking more contact.

Hermione chuckled softly, the sound low and dark as she pressed her fingers harder against Bellatrix's core, her thumb brushing over her clit with just enough pressure to send a shockwave of pleasure through Bellatrix's body. "Never?" Hermione repeated, her voice filled with amusement. "I think we both know that's a lie."

Bellatrix's teeth clenched, her muscles straining against the ropes as she tried to maintain control, but the wetness between her thighs, the way her hips bucked against Hermione's hand, told a different story. Hermione was right—her body was betraying her, craving the touch, the power, the control that Hermione now wielded so easily.

Hermione's fingers moved with deliberate slowness, teasing the edge of Bellatrix's entrance, dipping inside just enough to make Bellatrix's breath hitch, but never enough to give her the satisfaction of being filled. "You're already so wet," Hermione whispered, her voice soft but commanding. "Your body is begging for it, even if you won't."

Bellatrix's jaw tightened, her breath catching in her throat as Hermione's fingers slid inside her, slow and deliberate, stretching her in a way that made her entire body tense with need. She bit down on her lip, refusing to give Hermione the satisfaction of hearing her moan, but the sensation of those fingers curling inside her, pressing against that perfect spot, made it almost impossible to stay silent.

"Still so quiet," Hermione murmured, her voice filled with mock disappointment as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Bellatrix's ear. "But I know how to make you talk."

Without warning, Hermione's thumb pressed against Bellatrix's clit, applying just enough pressure to send a jolt of pleasure through her body. Bellatrix gasped, her hips bucking against Hermione's hand, her muscles clenching around the fingers that were now thrusting inside her with steady, relentless precision.

"You see?" Hermione whispered, her tone dark and teasing as her fingers curled inside Bellatrix, stroking her with practiced ease. "Your body can't lie to me. It wants this. It needs this."

Bellatrix's breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, her chest heaving as her body trembled beneath Hermione's touch. She wanted to resist, to fight back against the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside her, but Hermione's fingers moved with ruthless precision, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

"You're going to come for me, Bellatrix," Hermione growled, her voice low and commanding as her thumb circled Bellatrix's clit faster, the pressure building with every movement. "And when you do, you're going to beg for more."

Bellatrix whimpered softly, her head falling back against the chair, her body writhing as Hermione's touch drove her to the brink of release. Her muscles clenched around Hermione's fingers, the tension in her core tightening as the pleasure built higher and higher, threatening to overwhelm her.

But still, she held on. She refused to beg, refused to give in, even as her body betrayed her, trembling with the need for release.

Hermione smiled wickedly, her fingers thrusting deeper, harder, her thumb pressing down on Bellatrix's clit with enough pressure to send her body into overdrive. "Come for me," Hermione whispered, her voice a dark command that left no room for resistance.

And Bellatrix's body obeyed.

Her orgasm hit with brutal force, her muscles clenching tight around Hermione's fingers as the pleasure tore through her, leaving her breathless and trembling. A choked moan escaped her lips, her head falling back as her entire body convulsed with the intensity of it, her thighs shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

But Hermione didn't stop.

Even as Bellatrix's body trembled in the aftermath of her release, Hermione's fingers kept moving, thrusting inside her with relentless precision, her thumb still circling her clit. The overstimulation was immediate, Bellatrix's body jerking in response as the pleasure-pain built again, too intense, too fast.

"You're not done yet," Hermione whispered, her voice filled with dark satisfaction. "You don't get to come once and be finished. I told you—you'll beg for more."

Bellatrix gasped, her body trembling violently as Hermione's touch pushed her toward another orgasm, her muscles quivering from the intensity of the overstimulation. Her mind was spinning, her body no longer under her control as Hermione's fingers drove her closer and closer to the edge again.

"Please," Bellatrix whimpered, her voice weak, broken as she struggled to catch her breath. "Hermione—"

Hermione's lips curved into a wicked smile, her fingers curling inside Bellatrix as she whispered, "What was that? Did you say something, Lestrange?"

Bellatrix's breath hitched, her body quaking beneath Hermione's touch as the second orgasm built, her mind fraying at the edges. The pleasure was overwhelming, her muscles trembling with the need for release, but Hermione's dark, commanding tone kept her on the brink, pushing her further and further into submission.

"Tell me you need it," Hermione growled, her voice rough as her fingers thrust deeper, her thumb pressing hard against Bellatrix's clit. "Tell me how much you need to come again."

Bellatrix's entire body trembled, her muscles clenching as she gasped, her breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. She was so close, her body teetering on the edge of release, but she refused to give Hermione the satisfaction of hearing her beg.

But Hermione wasn't giving her a choice.

"Say it," Hermione demanded, her voice sharp as she pressed her fingers deeper, harder, driving Bellatrix closer to the edge. "Or I'll keep going until you can't take it anymore."

Bellatrix whimpered, her body trembling violently as her second orgasm ripped through her with even more intensity than the first. She cried out, her head falling back as the pleasure tore through her, her muscles clenching around Hermione's fingers as the waves of release left her breathless and shaking.

Hermione's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as she watched Bellatrix come apart beneath her, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. But even then, Hermione didn't stop.

"One more," Hermione whispered, her voice soft but commanding as her fingers continued to thrust inside Bellatrix's trembling body. "You can give me one more."

Bellatrix gasped, her body limp and shaking from the overstimulation, her muscles weak and trembling as Hermione's touch drove her toward a third orgasm. The pain from the overstimulation mixed with the pleasure, her body unable to distinguish between the two as Hermione's fingers pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

"Hermione—" Bellatrix whimpered, her voice broken as her body convulsed beneath Hermione's touch. "I—"

"Come for me again," Hermione growled, her voice rough as she pressed her fingers deeper, her thumb circling Bellatrix's clit faster. "Come for me, Bellatrix. Now."

And Bellatrix's body gave in once more.

Her third orgasm hit like a storm, her muscles clenching violently around Hermione's fingers as her body trembled with the intensity of the release. She cried out, her voice hoarse and broken as the pleasure tore through her, leaving her breathless and trembling, her mind spinning from the overwhelming intensity of it all.

Her body was completely spent, her limbs limp and shaking as the last waves of her orgasm washed over her, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She was shaking, her entire body trembling from the force of the overstimulation, and Hermione's fingers stopped.

Hermione's gaze softened immediately, the dark, commanding edge in her eyes fading as she watched Bellatrix tremble in the chair, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The shift was immediate—where moments before, Hermione had been the interrogator, cold and unrelenting, now she was careful, tender, her concern taking over as she released the reins of control.

"Shh," Hermione whispered, her voice low and soothing as she slowly withdrew her fingers, her other hand gently cupping Bellatrix's face. "It's over now. You're okay."

Bellatrix's eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling with aftershocks, but there was a flicker of relief in her expression as Hermione's touch shifted from rough and dominant to gentle and caring. Her chest still rose and fell with shallow breaths, her body spent, but she leaned into Hermione's hand, her lips parting in a soft, shaky exhale.

Hermione pressed a tender kiss to Bellatrix's temple, her fingers trailing lightly over her face, brushing away the stray strands of hair that clung to her damp skin. The intensity of the scene had been overwhelming—far more than either of them had anticipated—but now that it was over, Hermione's only focus was making sure Bellatrix was okay.

"You did so well," Hermione murmured, her voice soft as she moved behind Bellatrix, slowly untying the knots that bound her wrists to the chair. Her fingers worked quickly, but her movements were careful, deliberate, not wanting to startle Bellatrix in her fragile state. "You're so strong."

Bellatrix's wrists were freed, the ropes falling away, and she immediately slumped forward, her body collapsing into Hermione's waiting arms. Hermione caught her easily, pulling Bellatrix into her lap and cradling her gently as she held her close. The tremors that wracked Bellatrix's body gradually began to subside as Hermione's warmth enveloped her, the tension that had gripped her finally fading.

Hermione whispered soft words of comfort, her hands running soothingly through Bellatrix's hair, over her back, grounding her in the aftermath of everything. She held her tightly, making sure Bellatrix felt safe, secure, as they sat there together, the remnants of their intense roleplay fading into the background.

"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered after a few moments of silence, her lips brushing against Bellatrix's forehead. "I pushed too hard. I didn't realize how far we'd gone."

Bellatrix shook her head weakly, her voice hoarse but filled with affection. "No... you were perfect," she whispered, her words breathless but sincere. "I just... I didn't know I could go that far."

Hermione's heart tightened at the vulnerability in Bellatrix's voice, the raw honesty that came from moments like these—moments where the walls came down, where trust and care replaced the dominance and submission they'd just explored. She kissed Bellatrix's forehead again, her hands stilling in her hair as she whispered, "You don't ever have to go that far again. I promise."

Bellatrix's lips twitched into a weak smile, her body finally relaxing completely as she let herself sink into Hermione's embrace. The tension, the struggle, the intensity—they were all gone now, replaced by a deep, abiding sense of safety in Hermione's arms.

"You always take care of me," Bellatrix whispered, her voice soft and filled with a quiet gratitude. "Even when I don't deserve it."

Hermione smiled gently, her hand brushing over Bellatrix's cheek as she whispered back, "You always deserve it. Always."

They stayed like that for a while, the room filled with nothing but the soft crackle of the fire and the sound of their steady breathing. The intensity of their play had left them both exhausted, but as Hermione held Bellatrix close, she felt the weight of their bond settle over them—a bond built on trust, on love, and on the unspoken understanding that no matter how far they pushed each other, they would always be there to pull each other back.

Bellatrix's breath eventually evened out, her body no longer trembling as the aftershocks faded completely. She rested her head against Hermione's shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed as a sense of peace washed over her.

Hermione continued to stroke her hair, her fingers gentle as they moved over Bellatrix's scalp, grounding her further. "Do you want to get into bed?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the quiet calm that had settled between them.

Bellatrix hummed softly, her voice tired but content. "Not yet," she whispered, her head still resting against Hermione's shoulder. "Just... stay like this a little longer."

Hermione smiled, her heart swelling with warmth as she pressed another soft kiss to Bellatrix's temple. "As long as you want," she whispered back, her arms tightening around Bellatrix's waist.