A/N: Fenrir/Hermione drabbles! Yay! All sorts: romance, angst, humor, canon and non-canon, et cetera. Based on the Fanfic 100 table.
Also, I know that Sectumsempra is Snape's spell, but maybe he shared it with the other DE in his early days of believing before the grand disillusionment? … let's just assume that.
"Broken" – #71
Deathly Hallows Compliant
Warning: Not Pretty. Horror.
What a pretty, pretty little mudblood.
Who would have thought that Harry-fucking-Potter would have such a pretty thing following him? If Fenrir had known earlier he might have put more effort into looking for the damn boy. If only he had found them a few years earlier, before maturity set in.
That soft swell of her breasts was distracting. He preferred them flat all around. A stick which, thrown far, he could run and fetch. Then, of course, he'd keep them all to himself.
Bellatrix was interrogating the girl now, asking her some nonsense about some sword of another in that shrill, insane voice of hers. Who the fuck cared about some damn sword when the living, breathing things were so readily available?
The pureblood witch was casting curses right and left now. Crucio to hurt, incendio to burn, sectumsempra to bleed. Ah, his nostrils flared when he caught the scent of her blood. Pure, virginal, and red. So very red. He could feel his body react.
The sight of blood always excited him. It made him want to consume, devour, destroy, tear apart flesh and beauty until a better beauty, an inner beauty of blood and entrails, made itself known.
Ah, the beauty of the broken.
Fenrir wondered if her liver and lungs were just as pretty as her crying brown eyes. If her spleen was as charming as her scream. If her heart between his gums was as enchanting as her weakening knees.
He asked if he could have the girl when they were done with her.
Then, perhaps, he might find out.