A/N: Soo this is actually a planned scene for a current fic. The thing is the story is veering off course from this movement and well I still really enjoyed the scene.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the scenario :)

"Oh, We'll help you," He trailed off and Hermione froze, "But we get to have her.. she has to bond with one of us."

"Oh she's already promised to someone else so that just won't suit yer plans" shinji said with a sneer on his face.

"Oh really then? And who would that be?" Hermione flinched as Ichigo began to move forward, presumably to stake a claim.

"Oh that'd be me friend, She'll be my little wifey soon." Shinji's arm curled around her waist, pulling her close. "Isn't that right, Mione-chan?"

Hermione swallowed before speaking, "Yes of course." She shuttered when the magic tied to that phrase coursed through her body. 'No, no, no! Merlin NO!' she shouted in her head. Why would her magic react that way? Self preservation?

Distantly she heard one of the tamers request proof, and before her thoughts could be straightened out Shinji mouth was slanted over own, plying her lips open and coaxing her into a haze of shock.

"Proof enough then? Or do we have to fuck as well?" His words were crude and Hermione in her shocked haze couldn't find it in herself to reprimand him for it.

'What in the name of Circe just happened?'She mumbled as they walked away from the group of tentative allies. The boys hadn't been pleased that she'd been claimed by shinji, though she wasn't really sure why Shinji would have done something like that. He seemed rather free loving to tie himself to another. And how was she suppose to explain that now by magic she WAS suppose to be his 'little wifey'. She groaned and sat on the floor of the old building, slumping against a pillar.

"Aww, what's wrong Mione-Chan?" The vizard asked as he slumped next to her, returning his arm around her waist. "Did you not like the kiss?"

"It's not that Shinji." She replied, her face red. The man chuckled and moved a long finger over her reddened cheeks.

"When you blush like that it makes me want to devour you." He said softly and Hermione felt a little off about his double entendre. His hollow COULD devour her. Noticing her discomfort he laughed again, pulling her close and using his hand to cup her cheek. "Oh pet, have no fear he won't harm you, not ever."

"How can you be sure?" She asked him, reaching her hand and twining their fingers together."

"Well he told me, I can talk to him you know."

"Really, well ask him how he feels about getting married then." She mumbled bitterly.

"What? That was just a stretch of the truth for those smarmy bastards over there."

"Well my magic didn't see it that way."

"Really? Your magic can decide that stuff?" He asked, shifting them so she sat between his legs, back to his chest.

"Yeah it can actually."

"So is it like my hollow then? Can you speak to it?"

"I'm not sure, I've never tried."

"Oh, well alright then." His sharp chin rested on her shoulder lightly, he held her closer than she felt was needed in a room full of people, but it seemed like everyone was ignoring them.

"Shinji?"

"Yeah babe?" He murmured and she scowled slightly.

"What's going to happen now?"

"Well you're going to figure out how you're allowed to marry a dead man I guess." He smirked against her cheek before kissing it, his hands resting comfortably on her stomach.

"Oh joy, that sounds wonderful."

Please review! Also I'm making a concerted effort to actually write and post on my stories. A lot of things have been happening and well I'm going to try and make an effort to write because I miss it.