Hermione was smiling. All the time. Every minute of every day, the young woman was not able to help herself as every day was her obsession become reality. Bellatrix was even better than she imagined and at least 3 nights a week, if Bellatrix was home, Hermione was able to worship Bellatrix's naked body in their 4 poster bed and sometimes if Bellatrix needed an anger release, Hermione was pounded by either the Witch's fingers or magical toys that Hermione could never have imagined would feel so good.