AN: Completely AU, all recognizable things belong to JKR. I'm just doing this for fun. Mature content ahead. If things seem different, that's cause I either have a rubbish memory, or changed it to my liking. I tend to change things I don't like. This is a WIP, so updates may become delayed when my real life gets too chaotic, but I won't abandon fics. I also have a few other multi chapters saved to my computer, I'll post eventually. All mistakes are my own, I don't have anyone read before hand, and don't do this for money or profession, so keep the negativity elsewhere. Anyway, cheers, hope you enjoy.
"Dumbledore! You know as well as I do, we need this!" Hermione exclaimed, nostrils flaring.
"Miss Granger, we've been discussing this for three hours. I stand by my decision, you are too young, and this is too dangerous." He said back, popping a lemon drop in his mouth.
"That's crap! I am of age, and I could pass my NEWTs in my sleep. Let me do this, please! I cannot just sit around anymore. We have made no progress."
Hermione sat across the Headmaster, glaring. She had a plan, she was going to be useful. She was over being underutilized and sitting idle.
"How are you going to even get any one to take you serious?"
"I did a test, and traced my lineage." Hermione said quietly. "I'm not a Granger, biologically. I'm related to the Lestrange brothers."
"How? You're sure of this?" Dumbledore stared, flabbergasted by the girls words.
"Positive. A cousin of Rodolphus and Rabastan, died in child birth. Apparently her pregnancy was left hidden from majority of the family, and I was placed up for adoption. It took me a few months to find all this out, but now, I know I can do this."
Dumbledore sighed, staring at the curly haired girl. Her plan was good, but he still feared she'd be killed on sight.
"How do you plan to get in? You'll need a sponsor, and that's only if they don't kill you before you can explain everything." Dumbledore flicked his wand and had tea go to the pair of them.
Hermione nodded her head. "I know, and I know where to find one. I have to sit my NEWTs first though. I want to be fully useable, Hogwarts can no longer be a distraction."
"Okay, I should be able to arrange for that to happen in two days or so. That's the easy part, Hermione."
She nodded again. "There's a bar in Knockturn Alley, I'll find my sponsor there."
"Why do I feel like you already have someone in mind."
She gave a sly grin. "I have my thoughts."
He sighed, and rubbed his forehead. "So you're going to infiltrate the Death Eaters."
"Yes."
"And I cannot convince you otherwise?"
Hermione shook her head negative. "My mind is made up, sir."
"Very well, Miss Granger. Sharpen up your occlumency."
"I have. Thank you sir." With that Hermione got up from her seat, and left the Headmasters office. Her plan slowly coming together, and this was one of the most important pieces.
Two weeks later, she received her NEWT scores, and was pleased knowing she passed with flying colors. Two days after that, she received a key to a small flat in muggle London. Dumbledore explained she will be needing her own place, Grimmauled Place was out of the question. He constantly tested her occlumency walls, and was not shocked that they were damn near perfect.
She obliviated her parents memories, and they were shipped off to Australia having no idea what they were leaving behind.
She sat in her flat, on her purple couch, thanks Dumbledore. Tonight was the night. She was going to go to the bar in Knockturn Alley and find a death eater. She definitely had one in mind, the one who haunted her dreams since the battle in the Department of Mysteries.
"This is insane." Hermione said to herself while looking at herself in the mirror. She wore a sheer high necked, black blouse with long sleeves. A black cami underneath, skin tight black pants, and black pumps.
She had recently chopped her hair off to a short textured bob, just below her ears. She learned how to tame it, and was able to produce some edgy curls. She painted her lips with a matte red lip stick, and her eyes with a dark shadow, and sharp eyeliner wing.
Continuing to stare at herself, she laughed again. "No time like the present."
Hermione lastly through on her black cloak and left her flat.
She apparated to Diagon Alley and made her way to the pub. Walking in, the patrons were in full swing. She sat at a table off in the back, with a good view of everyone there. She took off her cloak as an older woman approached her.
"What can I get you?"
"Bottle of Fire Whiskey, and a glass." She said, not even making eye contact with the woman.
She scanned the room, recognizing a few patrons. Thorfinn Rowle, both Lestrange brothers, Corban Yaxley, and him. Antonin Dolohov, who looked very irritated, while a gleeful looking Alecto Carrow trying to talk to him. Her scar across her chest tingled while she stared at the man who gave it to her. His eyes caught hers.
Her bottle and glass appeared on her table, she turned her attention away from all the men. She poured herself a hefty glass. Antonin Dolohov walked up to her table, and sat down.
She took a sip, and eyed the man across from her. He smirked at her.
"Kotenok, what are you doing here?"
"Enjoying a drink, obviously."
"This is no place for a Gryffindor. You know that." He responded with a chuckle.
She smirked, and took another sip. "Maybe not, but I'm here just as a witch enjoying a drink."
He stared at her. "You know a mudblood will get eaten alive in here."
She laughed this time, his eyes being drawn to her red lips. "Ah, you are correct. However, I am not a mudblood."
"Do tell?" His curiosity perked, while taking a sip of his drink.
"I was adopted, my lineage is from a cousin of Rodolphus and Rabastan. My birth mother died during delivery in a muggle hospital." She said plainly, void of emotion. Draining her drink and refiling.
"Interesting, kotenok, very interesting." He said, taking a drink of his. "So why are you really here?"
"To become acquainted to my peers. My rightful peers." She said with an almost sneer.
He chuckled, and she felt the slight brush of legilimens. She narrowed her eyes at the man. "You have good shields."
"My mind is off limits, Dolohov."
"Hiding something?"
She finished her drink and poured another drink. "Nope. Don't allow just anyone into my mind. I don't know you, except that you almost killed me."
"Bitter?" He drained his drink.
"Nope." A long sip.
Antonin took her bottle and poured himself a drink. "Are you even old enough to drink, kotenok?"
"Just turned 20, technically. Time-turner and all." She said nonchalantly. He raised his eyebrows at this, clearly intrigued by the woman.
Yaxley approached them, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Tonin, coming home tonight?"
Hermione snorted. "Poof? Really Dolohov, wouldn't have taken you for one. Yaxley of course, he's rather pretty."
Both death eaters stared at the woman, while she drank her whiskey eyeing them as well.
"No! We're not fucking poofs. I'm staying at his town home, while I deal with some shit."
"Granger? Right?" Yaxley said. She nodded. "What the devil are you doing here?"
"Drinking, maybe bringing someone back to my flat." She said, sending a wink to Antonin.
He choked on his drink, and coughed.
"Mudblood. You've lost your damn mind. Have you been cursed?" Yaxley said, still standing. Staring perplexed at her.
"Not a mudblood, Yaxley." She laughed at him. Antonin stared at her, mouth slightly agape.
"What? Since when?"
"Since I did a lineage test. My birth mother is a cousin to the Lestrange brothers over there."
Sips all around. Yaxley and Antonin stared at her.
"I know. I had the same reaction." Hermione chuckled. She poured herself her last drink as she emptied the bottle. "Pity."
"This is weird. Tonin, I'm going home. Have fun, I think." Yaxley walked off. Hermione laughed a soft laugh.
"You're in really good spirits for a lion in the snakes den."
"Dolohov, for my entire life I was told I was something I was not. I studied my ass off before even entering the wizarding world. I was robbed the chance of knowing this world, my rightful world. This doesn't scare me."
He quirked his eyebrow at her. She drained her drink, and stood. She through on her cloak and started towards the exit. Glancing back at the man, she raised her eyebrow and smirked. "Coming?"
He stood, drained his drink, and walked towards her. Alecto walked in front of him, smiling. "Leaving, Antonin?"
Antonin rolled his eyes. "Yes." He went to move around her. She moved in front of him again, placing a hand on his chest.
"I can come with you, keep you company?" She said trying to give a sultry smile. Hermione laughed staring at the scene. Antonin made eye contact with her and glared at her. Hermione walked over to the pair, and placed her arm in the crook of his elbow.
"He has company, hun. Run along now." Hermione said, eyeing the other woman up and down.
Alecto backed away slightly, eyeing Hermione. The pair walked past the fuming woman, and left the bar.
She apparated them to her flat. Throwing off her cloak, she summed two glasses and her bottle of whiskey. Antonin sat on her purple couch, while she poured two hefty fills. Handing him one, she sat next to him.
"Thanks." He said staring at her. "Granger, why were you at the pub?"
She took a sip. "Can we discuss that later?"
He nodded. She shot back her whiskey, and unbuttoned her blouse slowly. He watched her hands, as she slipped it off her shoulders. His eyes caught the the start of the scar, his scar.
Hermione tossed the shirt over the back of the couch, fire whiskey burning her veins, she no longer thought. Antonin reached out and touched the start of the scar, and slowly followed it. Across her left breast, disappearing into her cleavage, behind the black cami. Hermione let out a soft moan at the contact.
She watched the man carefully as he stared at her scar. As he got to the end of the visible portion she could see him start to slightly recoil. She finished her drink and sat the glass down on the coffee table. She stood up, walked between the mans legs, and dropped to her knees. He eyed her, she met his stare while she started to slowly undo his belt.
Fire whiskey burned in both their eyes, the pain of the worlds troubles faded to the background. Hermione ignored her plan, Antonin ignored his place as a Death Eater. He stared at the woman between his legs, her short caramel hair, her honey brown eyes, pouty red lips. She was something to be marveled at.
She slowly undid the rest of his pants, and took out his member. She immediately wrapped her mouth around his length, and slowly began to bob. The man hissed when she swiped her tongue across the head. She continued her ministrations on him. She bobbed with a mixture of quickness and slowness. A hand came to her hair and gripped it tightly every time she sped up. Must be a good thing. She smirked, and continued her pace. He came undone in her mouth, she swallowed the salty liquid and looked up.
Antonin had his eyes closed, lips parted. He looked serene. She couldn't deny, he was attractive, sharp jaw line that was covered in stubble. Wavy brown hair that hung at his ears, matching brown eyes, that could pierce the soul. He was the right choice. She knew that now.
"Staring is rude, kotenok." He said with a smirk.
She laughed softly, and pulled herself off her knees. She sat down straddling his hips, and brought her hands down to her cami, pulling it over her head throwing it over the couch. She sat on this mans lap with her chest bare. His hands came to her hips and slowly went up her back. She arched into his chest. His lips met hers softly, she moaned at the touch, and rocked her hips softly.
They explored each other mouths, and bodies. Hermione unbuttoned his shirt, and splayed her fingers across his smooth chest. He broke the kiss and started kissing her jaw, while bringing one hand to cup one of her exposed breast. He made his way down her neck, nipping and sucking. Hermione moaned softly, continuing to rock her hips. She felt him get hard again.
She moved her lips to his ear, and sucked his ear lob before saying. "Bedroom. Now!"
Antonin chuckled at this, and stood. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as he walked them to the open door he assumed was the bedroom. And lucky for him it was. He sat her down on the edge of the bed, and pushed her to lie down. He slowly unbuttoned her pants and slid them, along with her lace red knickers, down her creamy, white legs. He nudged her legs further apart and settled his face at her dripping slit.
Hermione's breath hitched, as he slid his tongue up her slit to her bundle of nerves. He sucked, nipped and licked her clit like it was his source of life. She arched her back at his attack, her brain clouded, and all conscious thought left her brain.
A little while later, they were laying in her bed sweat still glistening their bodies. Antonin softly ran his hand up and down her back, while Hermione's breath evened out. She rested her head on his chest, enjoying the feel of his body next to him.
This is going to get messy. She thought to herself. She couldn't let this get deeper, it'd be disastrous. They're on opposite sides of this war, even if she was going to be trying to join his side. Hermione sighed softly, he kissed the top of her head.
"So you going to tell me why you were at the pub?" Antonin asked softly.
"I'm assuming to get you in my bed isn't an answer you'll believe?" She said, turning her head towards him, resting her chin on his chest.
He smirked at her. "No, while I wouldn't blame you, you're too smart for that."
She gave him a quizzical look. "When the break out happened, we were given briefings. Updating us on everything we needed to know. Brightest witch of her age, right?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Like I said, I was robbed of my chance knowing this world. I'm creating my own footprint, away from Hogwarts."
"So why were you in the bar, Hermione?"
Her breath hitched at the use of her first name. She sighed, and closed her eyes. Now or never, girl. Now. Or. Never. She willed her heart to slow down, keeping her eyes closed she spoke.
"I want to join the Death Eaters."