Hermione Granger was at home reading when she heard a pop and crash reminisant of apparation in an unfamiliar area. Palming her wand she gently opened her bedroom, scanning the landing before stepping out. She walked slowly towards her stairs but was stunned and blacked out.
Hermione awakened with a groan, feeling herself lying on something cold and hard; probably metal. Her eyes remained shut until she heard it "Wake up little one, I know you hear me Granger" she looked up into the purple eyes of a giantess Bellatrix Lestrange, still grinning like a psychopath. Hermione then felt her world shift forward, sliding down she saw Bellatrix had leaned forward, her large heavy breasts tipping what she now saw to be a runic bowl, only stopping when she slightly spread her legs and got a foot on each mound; mostly to stop herself slipping into the dark witches deep cleavage.
Looking up at the woman in charge of her faith she had to ask "Why am I here?" Bellatrix's smile got wider "At first I thought you were just another mudblood; worthless, brainless, magically weak filth not worth even being crushed under my heel. Then it happened" "What happened?" Hermione asked, curious as to what made her more valuable than being simply crushed (Not that she had a problem with it, right now Bella's tender mercies was better than killing her; the dark witch could've crucioed her to oblivion then stepped and ground her up under her bare foot)
"The Ministry battle happened, you were brilliant; genius intellect, so much magical power I was intrigued. I wanted, no needed you, I couldn't just let you be killed pointlessly in this war when you could be mine and live, so I begged my lord to let me take you for myself, and as long as you remain with me any Death Eater that so much as touches you I can deal with them with EXTREME prejudice. I must say you were much easier to spirit away than Alice but Merlin did she scream!" Bella groaned and Hermione nearly lost her balance "So what does this mean for me?" "Well Granger you are MINE! My pet, my servant, if I say so even my sex toy. Your size is an insurance for the Dark Lord, so you remain controllable, you behave I might even make you bigger, not your original size but a foot at the most. I'm going to enjoy this a lot"
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