The Love of a Thornbush

Looting - Chapter Fifteen

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"Mmm" the sheets beneath us twisted as we turned, Bellatrix now lay on top of me as we kissed. The older witch held me by the hair as she lightly moaned and grasped my ass atop the covers.

I enjoyed the feeling of her free hand groping my body and her mouth devouring mine, skilled tongue weaving me like thread.

"Mm... who's mummy's good girl?" She spanked my upper thigh, triggering a moan as she pushed her hips against mine through the fabric of our clothes. I couldn't help but grind onto her hoping for the slightest bit of friction.

"Oh- please Mistress!" Bellatrix laughed as I begged,"oh baby~" she pouted as she dragged a finger over my quivering lips "your sweet little cunt needs a good fucking, hm?"

Her hand ghosted downward, over my shirt and down to the crotch of my jeans. I held in a gasp as she began to unbutton the front. My hands tried to help her but were quickly pinned above my head "uh, uh little girl" Bellatrix smirked, lips brushing mine "I'll go at my own-"

Her teeth suddenly clenched and the older woman hissed, studying her face I saw pain and a sudden realisation. Bellatrix hiked up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo of a snake and skull, black as midnight on her pale skin.

The tattoo slithered on her flesh, pulsating darkly.

Her mouth opened for a moment as she glanced between the skull and myself, consideration careful on her face. Frustration danced in her ebony eyes as she sighed and pulled down her sleeve. I'd seen the tattoo before, but never known what it meant.

"Don't worry, baby" she kissed my forehead "I'll take good care of that pussy of yours when I come back" i couldnt help but frown as she pulled away, which made the witch smile.

"Remember, little girl~" she dragged a finger down my chest, a little grin on her face "no more of your escape antics, ok? I'll be watching" magical charms hung heavy in the air, each one tailored to a specific design.

One, I'm sure, was to sense people entering the mansion grounds, whilst others added vision and magical alarms. In an instant she was out of bed, since she was already dressed she merely threw on lace up boots and a cocky smile.

With a seductive wink, she was gone, apparated to the wind. The room immediately felt cold without her presence. The ache between my thighs would go unsatisfied, it seemed. I knew better than to break the rules and touch myself. In frustration I dove back under the sheets and tried to sleep, with the scent of Bellatrix's perfume trailing inside my nostrils.

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"Miss! Miss you must wake up!"

Tandy stood at my bedside, blue eyes wide with panic. In my sleep-drunk state all I felt was confusion, even as I heard the smashing of glass and yelling in the lower floors of the manor.

"Tandy?" I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. It hadn't quite sunk in that people were in the manor "what's going on?" Tandy was shaking, eyes blurry with tears and the tips of her flappy ears quivering. .

"M-miss we must- we must get you out of here" The house elf grasped my hand and pulled me from the bed with surprising strength, so quickly that I almost fell over on top of her.

The tiny elf moved with rushed, clumsy steps as she snapped her fingers and summoned essential objects for some sort of trip, like clothes and some food. I was being dragged around behind her like a confused dog, so confused I didn't even hear the sound of heavy footsteps running towards the bedroom door.

"Bellatrix Black! Throw out your wand!"

The voice was familiar, in an ancient way, like a voice you'd heard as a child only to meet again as an adult. It was a teenage boy, that much was clear. I raked my mind full of forgotten memories, trying to put a face and a name to the voice.

Hogwarts, that was where the voice belonged. It felt like a past life. Part of me was scared, I felt like I should be hiding waiting for my Mistress to inevitably kill these intruders, but she wasn't here. Were these people here to take me away from her?

"Y/n?!" A feminine voice now yelled, desperation damp in the crackle of her windpipe. An image whirled in my mind, murky. A girl with freckles and brushed out curls, chocolate brown eyes filled to the brim with intellectual bravado. My heart leapt as a name flew from my lungs, soaring upwards as I released Tandy's hand and ran for the door.

"Hermione!"

I flung the door aside even as the house elf, ever loyal to Bellatrix, attempted to stop me. On the other side stood a lanky, skinny boy with a mop of black hair, wand aimed directly at my face. I saw his green eyes soften, then harden again.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled as the young wizard threw me against the wall, wand jammed into my jugular like a wooden knife. My heart raced with fear of the unexpected attack.

The brunette muggleborn witch grasped Harry by the shoulder, but was quickly shoved off. The tall boy snarled "tell me, who took the blame for y/n spilling a potion in Snape's class?!"

Fear turned to confusion, and then to realisation. I scoured my mind and remembered yelling, the smell of burning wood as the potion sunk through the table. A face flashed up from beside me and a feminine, upper class voice came to my defence.

"Hermione..." I mumbled, and Harry's eyes softened. He stood still for a few moments, wand still jabbing into my throat. I could feel my heart racing under the wooden tip. The threat felt entirely real, just like when Bellatrix would hurt me.

Harry allowed Hermione to take his arm, pulling his wand away from my throat and allowing me to breath freely again. Harry now looked at me the way he did when we were kids. With tender affection and a fierce protectiveness.

"Sorry-" he muttered, stepping back "I just had to make sure- yknow..."

"It's okay, Harry" Hermione rubbed his shoulder in a supportive, comforting way. Her eyes lingered over to me still cornered against the wall, chest heaving at the overwhelming situation.

Fear drove through me like a truck. The charms put in place to keep me a prisoner in this manor hummed painfully as the Witch controlling it's anger flew like a skyrocketing fury. She was watching, she knew what was happening and she was furious.

"She- she'll be home any minute... she knows! She knows you're here and-" Hermione pulled me to her in a tight, relentless hug. My sobs wracked against her shoulder as the brunette stroked my back to comfort me.

"Shh... We're getting you out of here, y/n-" Harry, stood awkward in emotional situations. He clenched his fist and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Bellatrix won't hurt you again"

Harry and Hermione joined hands, each touching me in a prayer circle. With one last reassuring smile from Hermione, the ground twisted beneath us and we were gone from that haunted mansion. In the last millisecond I heard an echoing, rageful scream from the lower floors of the manor and felt magic thrum furiously.

She knew.

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