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Amnesia	By : K1R5TY911 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 12996 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Amnesia

Harry leapt out from behind the table and fired a body-bind curse at Lucius as he flew through the air. Lucius blocked the hex and returned fire with a cry of ‘Crucio’ just before the red light flew past his left ear.

Harry landed behind an overturned bookshelf with a thump that left his shoulder and hips aching. He scrambled to a crouching position and took advantage of the hole in the bookcase to check on Ron and Hermione.

Ron had given up trying to use his wand for magic and could currently be seen mounted on Snape’s back trying to stab it into his eyes, whereas Hermione was skilfully aiming complex jinxes at Dolohov, using her entire concentration to fend him off. Harry didn’t have time to use his wand, didn’t even have time to warn her before it happened.

Hermione felt the suffocating pressure before realising that there was a hand wrapped around her wrist. Before she could figure out who it was, she landed on something soft, spongy and green.

Jumping to her feet, wand in hand, Hermione was to shocked to attack when she saw the kidnapper. Bellatrix wasn’t even in the house when it all began, but now she stood in the middle of what appeared to be a rainforest, black hair wild around her head, strands of blue and purple highlighting her dark red lips.

‘Like my new hair? I was planning this, wanted to look good! This is going to be so fun, don’t you think?’ and with that, her wand was pointing at Hermione, ‘Obliviate’

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Before opening her eyes, she felt something soft, spongy and slightly damp cushioning her. She rubbed her face against it and noticed how light and airy she felt. Sure that there was more to life than just this soft sponginess, she filled her nostrils with air, picking up the scents of rain, trees and nature, that pungently sweet smell of nature.

Struggling to figure out where she was, Hermione’s eyes fluttered open to see a canopy of leaves looming over her. Shocked, she sat up quickly, regretting it as her head started to spin.

‘Why am I alone in a rainforest?’ She asked herself aloud before the memories started flooding back, ‘of course, stupid me, why did I feel the need to go exploring alone when I’m in the middle of the tropical rainforest with the girl guides. Ridiculous.’

Feeling slightly deflated by her own foolish actions, Hermione climbed to her feet, decided on a direction and started walking. The rainforest was difficult to travel through, thick bamboo and six-foot plants blocked the path at every turn.

When she came to a large moss-covered log, Hermione swung one leg over and, finding that her foot didn’t quite reach the floor on the other side, she gave a big push from her back leg, landing, quite unsuccessfully on her face.

As she lay there a black leather boot came into sight. As the memory of her secret crush came rushing back to her, Hermione’s gaze travelled slowly up the long, tight-covered legs, tried to peer beneath the tight black denim skirt, relished in the strip of skin below the tight black top sporting an artistic skull and outwardly staring at the breast peeking through the net-covered tears in the top before finally reaching the curly black hair with its rainbow highlights.

‘Need a hand?’ Unable to speak, Hermione nodded her reply and began attempting to push herself up. Bellatrix took a tight grip on Hermione’s arm and yanked her from the ground so hard that they both fell backwards into a small patch of flowers.

‘Oh... Erm, I’m so sorry Bella.’ Hermione exclaimed, pulling her hand from the older woman’s breast.

As she moved away, Hermione noticed a small tear in her guide leader’s eye. ‘What’s wrong?

‘I think I messed up, I left them all to come find you and it was the wrong thing to do. I was so worried about you that I completely forgot to mark on a map where I left the rest of the girls and I feel so guilty because for just a second whilst you had your hand on me, I didn’t care’ Bellatrix avoided Hermione’s eye as she said this, but caught a quick glance as she finished.

‘You mean, you liked me touching you? Like this?’ And Hermione placed her hand more securely on the other woman’s chest.

‘Yes, it’s so wrong, isn’t it?’ Bellatrix let out a sob as she said it, although she was staring down at the hand cupping her, her own hand pressing over it.

Hermione leaned in close to Bella’s ear and whispered, ‘so let’s be wrong together.’

Without the need of any further convincing, Bellatrix pushed Hermione onto her back and found her mouth with red-stained lips, pushing against her forcefully as Hermione’s hands grabbed at her firm arse, grinding her own crotch against Bella’s hips.

Hermione pulled at Bellatrix’s top impatiently until the woman pulled her own top off, revealing an emerald green bra with black lace edging’s. Wasting little time, Bellatrix pulled both t-shirt and bra over Hemione’s head before turning her onto her stomach.

Hermione could feel her pussy moistening with each rough grip as Bella pulled Hermione’s back off the floor to kiss it, squeezing her firm breasts as she did. Just as Hermione started to consider begging for more, Bellatrix’s hands left her upper body to roughly yank down her trousers, exposing her to the cool air, which blew across her soaking pussy, adding to the pleasure.

Offering her hips up to Bellatrix gave a wonderful view of her moist pink lips, swollen in her excitement and almost begging the black-haired beauty to plunge her face into them, although she had better restraint than that.

With her index finger, Bellatrix slowly traced over Hermione’s lips, almost brushing past the succulent arse hole, watching the bushy-haired girl’s reaction. As she moved back down the folds, Bellatrix circled the small bud protruding at the very top of her to hear small moans forcing themselves from Hermione’s mouth. Bellatrix gave a sharp slap to one round arse cheek, leaving a red hand print.

‘I never said that you could moan yet, did I?’

Hermione’s response to this was waving her exposed crotch desperately in the air, which Bellatrix seemed to find satisfying, because she plunged two fingers deep inside the tight hole and began stroking Hermione’s inner walls to frantic thrusting from the girl, who was by showing beads of sweat down her back.

Hermione felt exhausted and exhilarated, her whole body screaming out for more and begging to stop, the pressure from her crotch building throughout her entire body until she felt it just about to wash over her in a glorious release of energy. Before the orgasm could fall over the edge, Bellatrix pulled out of her.

Hermione felt the woman stand, heard her take a few steps. On the verge of crying with panic and frustration, she turned over to see her love standing just feet away, her jeans unzipped with one hand tucked down them.

‘Moan for me, you can moan for me now as you watch me make myself come’

A small cry of ‘oh my god’ left her mouth before she managed to push her own hand down and into herself, her index finger rubbing furiously over her clit and occasionally dipping into her soaking hole accompanied by moans that sent birds flying from the trees above them.

As Bellatrix shrieked an orgasm, her knees giving way beneath her, Hermione allowed herself to fall over the edge into bliss; her back arched, her eyes rolled and her body convulsed.

When some strength returned to her, Hermione looked down her own body to see Bellatrix on all fours, prowling towards her with a magnificent purple cock dangling from between her legs. Pure lust glinted in her eye as she spoke a single word on her slow crawl to Hermione: ‘More’

As soon as she was in reach, Hermione pulled Bellatrix into a deep kiss, feeling the cool dildo press along her slit before Bellatrix reached down to guide it slowly inside her without breaking the kiss.

With a deep thrust, Hermione pulled out of the kiss, gasping and raking her nails down Bella’s shoulders to leave small lines of blood. The pain made Bellatrix throw her head back with a moan and push harder into the girl below her.

After several slow strokes, Bellatrix found a rhythm between Hermione’s thrusting hips and her own convulsions as the strap cut into her own soaking clit. Hermione watched the sweat bead on her lover’s face as their rhythm began to lose pace and both girls struggled to hold back orgasm. Hermione was the first to lose the battle, although the sting of fresh nail mark’s down Bellatrixs’ back pushed her over the edge soon after.

Whilst recovering, with the cock still inside Hermione, they simply held each other until Bellatrix gained the energy to pull herself out of Hermione, causing the younger girl to gasp, and begin to dress herself.

After Hermione had watched Bellatrix pull the final piece of clothing on, she began to look around for her own clothes, with little luck. As she began to panic, Bellatrix started speaking, with Hermione’s clothes held in her hand as if by magic:

‘Looking for these? Yes, I thought you would be. Problem is, it would be just too easy for you to go back to little Ron and Harry and pretend that nothing happened if you had these,’ Hermione was so confused, she didn’t know who Ron and Harry were. ‘Oh yes, of course, you don’t remember them do you? Well, lucky for you I am going to lift the memory charm and then send you back to them, now wouldn’t you love that?’

The Bella that Hermione remembered was gone, replaced by an overconfident woman that strutted everywhere and laughed manically after she finished speaking.

‘The best part is, lovey, that you will remember all of this. Oh yes, I almost forgot, i just wanted you to know that although this was a form of torture for you, I enjoyed it. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that I may be thinking about it for a long time just before I go to sleep at night.’ And again with that manic cackling before she aimed what appeared to be a twig at her.

Hermione opened her eyes, hoping that she had just passed out and had a bad dream before realising that she could feel a cold wind blowing across her nipples.

The room looked as though the fight hadn’t stopped when she left, but everybody had frozen in place when she returned to look down at her naked body as she stayed frozen on the floor and thought to herself.

‘I can’t even report that as rape, what would I do whilst talking to the ministry officials? I can feel my breathing deepen just thinking about it now...'

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