Hermione had her wand in her hand; she grasped it as tightly as she could. It would be all over soon. The Order would have won, and this would all go away. She walked silently through Hogwarts. The death eaters were slowly making their way around, the place, and Hermione would be in no condition to try and dual all of them. Instead she waited and picked them off one by one. She had run into Ron earlier, she almost cursed him actually, mistaking him for a death eater. He had told her that Harry and Dumbledore where in the tower and that back up would probably be needed. Hermione agreed and they both however got separated, leaving her in her current position. She would have to get up to the tower quickly, but quietly. She didn't want to get caught. She kept walking, but tripped over an object on the floor.
"Ow" She said to herself as she got up, "Stupid junk"
She continued to walk on, not bothering to look at the object or "junk" as she referred it as.
She heard, screaming and running and voices and hid in the shadows.
That was not good. She gripped her wand even more tightly. What was happening? The screaming was not a good sign. The Order didn't use the Cruciatus curse, so the Death eaters must have. When she was sure that they were gone she came out from hiding. She looked around, but then she heard something. A growl. She turned around slowly and froze. Her wand almost falling out from her hand. Almost. A massive werewolf was about 20 metres away from her, its teeth clearly visible, as the saliva dripped down from its mouth. Then without even thinking about, she turned and ran. She ran as fast as she could, she could hear the wolf chasing behind her. She took a sharp turn, and continued running, in a futile attempt to out run it. She was in trouble. She didn't slow down, her adrenalin kicking in. She knew this corridor would lead her outside, leaving her exposed to many other dangers. She was about 30 metres away from the exit, when a gust of wind blew through. She turned her head and saw the wolf had vanished. She slowed down, before coming to a complete stop. She was outside now, looking around, her wand at the ready, in case it decided to return.
She heard a howling noise, coming from above her. She looked up to the tower, and she almost forgot how to breathe. The dark mark was situated above the tower. As far as she knew only Harry and Dumbledore were there, and that meant that one or even possibly both were dead. She stumbled back, in shock. The dark mark was appearing everywhere now. As if, as if it had been planned. A trap, which had worked.
The Order had lost. They had actually lost. Hope vanished from Hermione's eyes. There was no spark, it was just nothingness. Empty.
Then unexpectedly, Hermione felt a pinch on her skin. She looked at her arm, and saw blood, dripping down. What had hit her? She was so distracted by her arm, she didn't notice anything else, but a faint growl from close by. Hermione looked up and saw the wolf in the distance, slowly making its way to her. She didn't move. She was frozen; her energy was being drained from her. She was finding it hard to stand, to even breathe. As it got closer to her, it began morphing into its human state, revealing a man, who was most likely in his forties. He came closer to her, until he was so close his foul blood ridden breath could be smelt. At that point Hermione's legs gave way, but she didn't hit the ground. He held her, moving her down slowly so she was on the ground.
He didn't speak. And then nothing.
Hermione awoke in a dark room, her energy not back to its former self. She got up slowly, but still she suffered from a head spin. She waited a moment until it past. When she was ready she took her first steps around. IT was absolutely dark, so she used her hands to guide her around. The room was square, and had one door. It wasn't roomy at all. She sat back down and waited.
"Where was she? Who had her? And what did they want? The only thing she knew that was for certain was that they had lost. Voldemort had taken over. She wondered who were alive, and who were dead, and if so, where were they? She didn't know what time of day it was, she didn't know nothing. The thought of being defenceless scared her.
She sat there for what felt like hours, doing things to entertain herself. But nothing helped. She was alone and in the dark. She was tired, but was too scared to sleep, in case her captor or captors came, for a visit. Soon though, she heard footsteps coming her way. She braced herself for whatever was on the other side. The door swung open, as light flickered through, making Hermione close her eyes. She wasn't adjusted to the light. Once she opened her eyes she saw her captor before her. Fear erupted from her body. You could almost smell it in the air. She knew who this man was. He was the most feared beast in the magical world. Fenrir Greyback.
"Scared are we?" He mocked as he walked closer to her. Hermione didn't reply. He bent down, on one knee, to look at her, "Answer me girl"
"Go to hell" Hermione replied, her confidence however was not conveyed through those words.
He slapped her. Hermione was in shock. He had actually slapped her.
"Silly girl, silly, girl, it would be wise, to have some respect" He spat, as he cupped her cheek roughly. Hermione tried to move but his grip wouldn't allow it.
"What do you want?" Hermione whispered, her voice was giving way.
He got up, quickly.
"I never wanted anything but power. Last night I was up in the tower, watching your precious head master plead for his life, when I smelt your scent. I have never smelt anything like that before, so I followed it. It lead me to you. Your scent lured me towards you, making me want it" He said, no emotion was betraying his face.
Hermione backed herself against the wall, even more.
"Yes, your scent, is something different, I want it, and I will have it" He sneered.
"I'm a mud blood; do you really want me within your ranks?" Hermione said, hoping he would reject her.
"Blood does not matter, in wolf packs, only the bite" He said flashing his yellow teeth.
Hermione gasped.
"You will give me what I want girl, you will not deny your master" He said, walking back up to her, and pulling her up by her arm.
"You are not my master" Hermione said, defiantly. That comment yearned her another slap. She could feel his nails digging into her arm, as he clawed her. She gasped in pain.
He smiled. He enjoyed watching people suffer.
"Ow, stop" Hermione begged.
"You will respect me, I can kill you in a heartbeat girl" Fenrir stated, leaning in closer to Hermione. He licked the side of her face, her taste almost unresitable. Hermione felt sick. He moved his hands down to her waist and waited.
"Soon you will become one of us" He said in a matter of fact tone.
Hermione didn't say anything. He smirked pushing himself closer to her, their bodies rubbing against each others.
"Soon, you will want me, need me and I will take you, your all mine" He whispered roughly into her ear.
"I'm not a toy" Hermione snapped, as she tried to break free.
He was getting angry. Was she rejecting him? No. This would not do.
He pushed her hard, into the wall, his hand, moved roughly into her jeans. Hermione gasped, as tears swelled up in her eyes. He rubbed her through her panties, roughly.
"You will be whatever I want you to be, you stupid bitch" He spat as he rubbed her much harder, a whimper escaping her lips. Her body was betraying her, she was getting wet, and he was getting harder. She squirmed against him, but it only made things more pleasurable for him. The bulge in his pants growing, bigger by the second.
"Stop, please" Hermione begged, as he continued rubbing her.
"You will learn your place" He snared as he moved her panties to the side and continued to rub her bare flesh. Hermione bit her lip, to stop her from moaning. This was wrong, and yet it felt nice.
"Oh God, please" She begged again.
"Say it" He said, whilst looking at her, not breaking eye contact.
"Please stop...Master" She repeated as he stopped, and removed his hands from her pants. He licked his fingers, tacking in her beautifully delicious scent.
"Good girl"
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