Interrogation Part 1 (Harry/Hermione/Bellatrix)

Part 2 will be up in like 15 minutes. I just have to spellcheck it.

Harry and Hermione had been on the run for weeks. The entire country had pretty much fallen to Lord Voldemort already, with his vile Snatchers chasing them constantly. They feared showing their face in any prominent town. Ron had already run, leaving them as a duo. At a time when things looked like they couldn’t get any worse, a stroke of luck fell straight into their lap.

Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort’s most fearsome servant, had attended a routine mission to round up some muggleborns who were on the run. These muggleborns just happened to be staying nearby to where Harry and Hermione were hiding, and when Bellatrix showed herself, they ambushed her.

With the element of surprise on their side, not even Bellatrix could handle both of them. They defeated her, tied her up, and brought her back to the tent where they were staying.

At first, Harry wanted nothing more than to kill her, cold blooded or not. She was the one who took Sirius from him. However, they suspected that a sliver of Voldemort’s soul had been entrusted to the foul witch. In order to find out its whereabouts, as well as other key information about what the Death Eaters were up to, they kept her as a prisoner.

Although he knew it was the smart thing to do, Harry still excused himself and waited outside of the tent, worried that he would act on his anger unwisely. This left Hermione to interrogate the witch by herself. It wasn’t dangerous, because they’d already taken Bellatrix’s wand and stripped her of the other dangerous dark items on her person. At the moment, she was no more dangerous than a tied up muggle woman.

Hermione stood there with her arms crossed, staring at the woman who had caused so much pain in her life. Bellatrix was completely unflustered and unrepentant, even now while she was there captive. Her eyes were full of undeserved pureblood pride. Despite not being a young woman, magic gave her the appearance of a woman barely past her twenties. She had pale skin that was unblemished by acne, the few red cuts and purple bruises from her capture only making her skin more lustrous. Her dark robes had been cut up in the scuffle as Harry and Hermione pounced on her. One of her long milky legs was sticking out of a slit, while Hermione could see part of her flat stomach and plenty of her large bust. It seemed unfair to Hermione. How could such an ugly personality inhabit such a beautiful body?

“Voldemort gave you something, didn’t he,” Hermione began the interrogation. “What did you do with it?”

“Of course he gave me something!” Bellatrix cackled. “He gave me his physical affection every night since he returned. And what did I do with it? I climaxed, of course!” 

She cackled madly while Hermione wrinkled her nose. That was something she never wanted to imagine, ever. No matter how beautiful the mad witch was.

“That’s not what I was talking about,” Hermione said. “I bet I can guess what it was. He gave you a kind of relic. It probably belonged to one of the Founders. But where did you put it?”

Bellatrix’s mirth disappeared instantly as Hermione got close to the truth. “Go fuck yourself!” she snapped.

Hermione was already under a lot of stress on account of the way she and Harry had been living on the run. Ordinarily, such a basic taunt wouldn’t get to her. However, just because she was more level headed around Bellatrix than Harry would be, didn’t mean that Hermione was completely calm.

For some reason, this basic provocation got right under her skin, making her bristle.

“I don’t have to!” Hermione said. “I’ve got someone to do it for me, and he’s WAY better than your stupid Dark Lord!”

“You take that back!” Bellatrix hissed. “Take it back! Take it back!”

“The only thing I have to take is Harry’s enormous dick!” Hermione snapped, the stress of the whole situation making her uncharacteristically belligerent. So far, they hadn’t told a single other soul about what they got up to alone in the tent since Ron left.

It was juvenile and off topic, not helping out the interrogation at all, Hermione just couldn’t help it. She rose to Bellatrix’s bait, but by doing so, seemed to annoy Bellatrix even more.

“You can’t fool me!” Bellatrix screamed. “Potter is tiny! Itty bitty! I bet he’s smaller than my pinky, like the stupid weak Gryffindor loser that he is!”

Hermione spun on her heel, marching out of the tent. Bellatrix’s laughter followed her.

“That’s right! Run away! You know I’m right, and you can't face it!”

Hermione stomped outside, only to stomp back in less than a minute later, now pulling Harry by the hand.

“Hermione, what—” Harry said.

Before he could say anything else, Hermione was kissing him right there in front of Bellatrix.

It wasn’t a light peck, either. Hermione pushed her whole tongue into his mouth. She pressed her breasts against his chest, urging him to wrap his arms around her, which he did reflexively. Sounds of their wet slurping smooch reached Bellatrix, who was forced to watch.

Harry was still confused, but Hermione hadn’t been exaggerating about their joint activities being a nightly occurrence now. Since Ron left, the two went at it one night, and they’d been on each other like animals ever since. Without even thinking, Harry’s hands did what they were now practiced at. One grabbed onto Hermione’s ass and squeezed down forcefully, dragging her close. His other hand went to her back and held her to him, squeezing her tight and feeling her breasts flatten. Harry’s tongue quickly reacted to their kiss, and he leaned his face forward, bending Hermione’s head back as he moved their tongues into her mouth instead. In seconds, he was treating Hermione possessively as his woman, right in front of Bellatrix.

When they broke apart, Harry tried again to ask what was going on, but Hermione was sinking to her knees already. She pulled open his pants and dragged his cock out. Nearly a foot of phallic meat sprung out in her hand. She looked over at Bellatrix, smirking.

“Itty bitty, right?” she asked vindictively. “I thought you said he’s got to be small? Shows what you know!”

“You cheated!” Bellatrix accused. “Engorgement charms! I know you used them!”

Hermione, smug as the winner of their argument, ignored Bellatrix’s coping. She was in the mood for a celebration. Fortunately, her favorite treat was right here in front of her. It was a simple matter to open her mouth and put herself to work.

She didn’t just suck on Harry’s tip. That was how she gave him a blowjob the first time, but Horcrux hunting had plenty of downtime, and they’d killed time in very fun ways. Now, Hermione didn’t even hesitate to push her head all the way down Harry’s meat. Her whole neck swelled as she sucked on him, but she could only purr with pleasure. Her tongue grinded on his meat in her mouth, and she relished his taste. It was manly in a way she couldn’t properly describe.

Hermione was so absorbed that she didn’t notice Bellatrix shifting and wiggling in her binds. Despite her claims about magic being used on it, she was obviously unable to pull her eyes off of Harry’s phallic shape. It was driving her crazy. She was rubbing her thighs back and forth, doing anything she was capable of in order to stimulate her crotch.

Hermion’s whole body moved back and forth as she gorged herself on Harry’s meat. It was messy work, even as adept as she had become. She’d run out of makeup a while ago while they were on the run, so there were no rings of lipstick like there had been the first time she did this, but that didn’t stop her from making a mess in other ways. Spit poured from her mouth, her lips unable to hold it back as they stretched to accommodate Harry’s dick. It ran down her face and dripped off in big sticky strands, landing all over her upper chest and making her shirt wet and see through. She had placed her hands on Harry’s hips, but he lifted them off now, linking his fingers with hers. Hermione giggled, although it was impossible for anyone else to hear this. She and Harry kept their fingers locked together, and she looked up at him, as she throated him and spit poured from her chin.

“‘Mione, I’m close,” Harry groaned.

For the first time since she started her blowjob, Hermione looked over at Bellatrix. She could only do it from the corner of her eyes, but that didn’t keep her from looking supremely smug. If Bellatrix was shocked by Harry’s size, she was going to be shocked about what was coming next, too.

Harry’s balls tightened. He squeezed Hermione’s fingers harder, so she knew what was coming. Hermione didn’t even try pulling back. She allowed Harry to burst all over her pretty little throat. 

It flooded her, warm and sticky, pouring into her stomach and escaping into her mouth and dripping out her nose. Harry always came like this. His loads were utterly enormous. As his dick pulled out of her mouth, moist strings connected it to her lips and nostrils and cheek, made up of semen and spit in equal parts. Hermione heaved in deep breaths. She was smiling. In her stomach, she felt a warm new presence settling in.

“So he’s a little bit big.” They both looked at Bellatrix, who had spoken with a very forced sneer. “That doesn’t mean he can do anything with it!”

She would have been more convincing if Hermione couldn’t see something shining on the leg that was sticking out of her dark robes. Bellatrix’s thigh had arousal running down the inside of it just from watching them.

Meanwhile, Harry was still confused. But now, after that, he was also extremely horny. And just seeing Bellatrix again had him angry. When she taunted him, that was all that it took in order to make him snap.

Hermione saw the change coming and giggled excitedly. Harry lost the last of his reservations, descending on her while tearing off his clothes and hers. He yanked Hermione’s shirt off, dragged her pants down, and treated her underwear just as decisively. Hermione laughed and moaned as she was spun around on her stomach.

Ordinarily, Harry would never take his anger out on his beloved significant other in bed. But during all their experimenting, it had quickly come out that Hermione orgasmed the hardest as he got rough with her. So Harry linked his hands underneath Hermione’s chin and pulled up. He stuck one thumb around her cheek, pushing it into her mouth, and she ducked i t obediently. His massive spitty manhood thrusted into her pussy and stretched it out like crazy.

“Mmm! Mm! Mmm! Mmmmmm!” Hermione moaned, his thumb in her mouth.

Harry’s dull thumping thrusts resounded throughout the tent. Hermione had a great bum, young and perky and of a good size. It jiggled and bounced violently as Harry crashed against it. Each one of his thrusts shook her body. If it hadn’t been for his grip on her chin holding her close to him, then she would have slid away along the floor.

Bellatrix had both her legs out straight, her hips going back and forth as she rubbed her legs together. She couldn’t handle it. Her pussy was on fire and needed to be fingered, if not fucked! But she was tied up helplessly with nothing she could do.

Hermione saw this and winked at the evil witch, perfectly content as she got all the good dick that a girl could ever want.

Harry was basically an animal on top of her. She continued moaning loudly. Hermione’s face had been pulled until she was looking up, and Harry removed his finger from her mouth. When her mouth was empty, he leaned forward and spat a big hunk of spit right into her mouth. Hermione swallowed it with a pleasured smile.

“Yummmmy,” she groaned.

Bellatrix had been bragging about being Voldemort’s bitch, but she was Harry’s bitch, and frankly, she couldn’t imagine anything in life being better. These last few weeks, despite all the horrors they’d faced, had taught her that she needed Harry’s cock to be happy. Nothing could compare.

Even Bellatrix, awful woman that she was, had begun to realize that.

“Please!” Bellatrix suddenly screamed. 

Harry looked over at her as he kept fucking Hermione. “Please what?” he asked with disgust.

“Me too,” Bellatrix begged. She shifted her legs open, letting him look up one of the cuts in them to see her black panties. “Fuck me too!”

Despite her gorgeous looks, Harry’s face wrinkled with displeasure.

“No,” he said.

“Why not!?” Bellatrix wailed.

“I hate you,” Harry said. “You're a waste of a woman who causes nothing but suffering. I think you’d be better off dead, and if you didn’t know things that we need to know, I’d have already killed you off.”

Bellatrix’s mind was so twisted that a death threat, especially from a man who was handling another woman so competently in front of her, only turned her on worse. Harry’s words also reminded her of something; the last card that she had to play.

“I’ll tell you!” she screamed.

“Tell us what?” Harry asked dubiously.

“Everything!” Bellatrix begged. “Anything! All the dark lord’s secrets! Whatever you can ask!”

Harry snorted. Decades of loyalty undone by one bout of horniness. Voldemort should've spent less time studying obscure evil magic and spent more time learning how to please women. Maybe then, his favorite sex partner wouldn’t have been so backed up that she’d betray him over something like this.

Harry felt Hermione cum underneath him and chose to empty his balls. He pulled out of her just before he did it, because they couldn’t risk pregnancy while on the run, but once the war finished they had already sworn to have a kid.

Harry’s next massive orgasm lanced all over Hermione’s back from her ass up to her hair. He let go of her chin and her head flopped to the floor. She looked over, smiling with satisfaction as he advanced on Bellatrix.

Harry tore her robes to shreds, using the cuts that were already there to finish the job quickly. Bellatrix moaned just from the feeling of his fingers brushing her.

Harry yanked her up so that she was on her feet, but her hands were still bound to the wall behind her. Bellatrix had an incredible body. Her ass was just as nice as Hermione’s, and she had huge tits to go with it. She was at least as hot as her sister Narcissa, even if she was absolutely insane. Smiling vindictively, Harry thrusted into her.

Not her pussy, though. No, he fucked her ass.

“What did Voldemort give you?” he demanded.

“A cup!” Bellatrix howled. “It belonged to Helga Hufflepuff puff. Gaaahhhhh, don’t stop!”

Harry grabbed her dark hair with one hand, yanking it painfully, while slapping her ass with all his strength. “You don't tell me what to do. Where did you put the cup?”

“Gringottts!” Bellatrix moaned.

Her asshole was actually treating slightly from his vicious fucking. Her ass was jiggling, and her breasts were bouncing back and forth on her chest. Harry reached around and groped one hard enough to be painful, digging his nail into her nipple. This only made Bellatrix squirt.

She sprayed from her pussy like crazy, howling and moaning incoherently.

“Where is Voldemort staying?” he asked.

“Malfoy manor!” Bella immediately yelled.

“Are there any other items he puts a lot of protections around?” Harry asked.

Bellatrix shuddered and squirted again before gasping out her answer.

“Nagini is always by his side!” she said. “He doesn’t keep anything else, but he talks a lot about Hogwarts!”

Harry twisted his hand that was in Bellatrix’s hair, yanking it tighter. As soon as her scalp burned, Bellatrix climaxed again.

“You better not be lying to me or keeping anything from me,” he said.

“I’m not! Don’t stop!” Bellatrix remembered his earlier command, and hastily said, “I mean please don’t stop! Please! It’s sooooooooo big!”

Harry poured all of his old hate into this sex, fucking her like he had the intention to break her. And it was working. Bellatrix was cumming extremely hard and frequently. Harry put his hand around her neck, choking her with his elbow, and even as she struggled to stay conscious she was only climaxing more.

Hermione was feeling the effects of their fuck, but she still crawled over and placed herself between their legs. She plugged Bellatrix’s spewing pussy with her fingers and licked her clit, treating it roughly. Getting double teamed this way, Bellatrix hardly looked like the most fearsome witch of her time. She was basically their slave, completely desperate for them to keep making her feel good.

Gnashing his teeth with a vindictive grin, Harry finally marked her. He filled Bellatrix’s ass with his seed, flooding her until it started pouring out. When the excess dripped toward the floor, Hermione stuck her head under it, catching what she could in her mouth. Bellatrix continued to whimper and squeak, so thoroughly fucked that she could no longer talk.

Harry’s mind raced with what they’d learned. They would have to find a way into Gringotts and to get to Voldemort’s prized snake. They needed to sneak into Hogwarts, too, once they learned where he’d hidden a Horcrux there. But for right now, all of that could wait. For the next hour at least, he’d be basking in the afterglow, probably taking Hermione over to their bed and going for another round.

Sometimes, the most unexpected methods brought the best results.