Noir

DMHG

With Harry and Ron dead, Hermione Granger
has been fleeing for 5 years.
After being captured something
offers her a new life and most important:
revenge.

Welcome to whorehouse Noir


Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.


Chapter 3

Obligations.


"If get down, get up."

Shakira – waka waka


"I already sent some house elves to get them together in a private room." Zabini said as they stopped in front of a door.

Hermione nodded and the male opened it with a flick of his wand. She stepped into the room. In the middle of the room, three women were hugging a black haired woman in the middle.

"Ladies."

Heads turned and the three completely moved to the door opening instantly.

"Hermione!" Ginny Weasley cried. "You're here! You're here!" Lavender squeezed her from behind and Parvati kissed her cheek. "Thank god. Oh, thank God you're here."

"All thanks to Blaise." Luna's voice said.

Hermione turned around but the Zabini had already left.

"He's a lifesaver." Lavender murmured. "That man is a lifesaver."

They untangled themselves and sat down on the couches, to talk.

"I haven't seen you guys since the day we left the dungeon." Parvati said. "How long has it been? A half year?"

Hermione nodded distracted and fingered Ginny's new hair. "Blaise made us drink the same potion you made." The ex-redhead explained. "It's…better this way. No client will recognize you."

Client.

Hermione shivered. "I don't want to sell my body to anyone." She protectively put her arms around her.

"But I guess that being here is better than being anywhere else now." Lavender said, her blue eyes angry and her white blonde eyebrow hair furrowed. "I never want to go back to that hell-hole." Parvati hugged her friend in reassurance and put her snow white cheek on Lavanders' pale ones.

Hermione looked at Ginny, wanting to hear her best friends' story. Parvati went with her hand through her pin straight light brown hair looked at Lavender and Ginny.

Ginny sighed.

"My first few days here were horrible." she said as she tucked her curling blonde hair behind her ear. "You remember how I left. I was sick. Throwing up. Nauseous." She looked Hermione straight in the eye. "I found out I was pregnant. From one of the bastards there."

Hermione bit her lower lip and her eyes went to the belly. Underneath the loose clothing her friend wore, she could see the lump.

"I wanted to remove it, at first." Ginny said, her green eyes full of emotion. "But I decided not to." Hermione wanted to protest but she beat her. "I couldn't. The child is innocent and I have no right to take away…it's life." A tear escaped her eye. "Mom once told me that she never even thought of getting an abortion, even though she knew that it would be harder everytime. She couldn't stand the thought of killing an innocent life." Their eyes found each other and the green ones hardened. "It also buys me time. Time to think. Time to make up a plan. To find the bastard who put me in this predicament. To kill that fucking bastard. Revenge."

Beside her, Parvati clenched and unclenched her fists. "I'm killing that bitch Dolohov." She spat his name. "I'm taking revenge for killing Padma." Her hands trembled, as the rest of her body. "I will bound him and stab him till he passes out." She said softly. "And then I'll heal him again. Then I'll stab him again and again." She breathed hard. "I'm going to make him feel the pain I feel every day. I'm making him pay for what he has done to my sister."

Hermione looked at Lavender. The blue eyed witch looked at her calmly. "I'll strangle the bitch." She said with hate in her voice. "I'm going to fucking strangle the fucker who raped me. The same fucker who raped mom, Sally and Pauline in front of my eyes. I'll strangle him, slowly. And while strangling him, I'll burn his fucking eyeballs. Then his fucking nuts. And then his fucking dick." She let out a ragged breath. "And I'm going to enjoy doing it. Just like he enjoyed fucking us."

Hermione looked down at the floor and remembered a photo Lavender once showed her. Sally was the eldest of the three and Pauline the youngest. Her stomach churned as she remembered that Pauline had just been three years old when Lavender showed the picture in sixth year.

She understood them completely as hatred filled her up. Voldemort killing Harry. Bellatrix LeStrange killing Ron. Thomasson killing her parents. The three men raping her.

Her lip curled up in a sneer.

Malfoy.


"Hermione." Luna whispered when they walked to the Common Room. The three other girls were happily conversing with each other in front of them. "It's like everyone here has a mission."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Mission?"

The black haired girl nodded. "On the way to my room, I heard these girls talk about their plot to kill someone." She gave her friend a dark look. "This guy raped all of them and apparently, he booked for an orgy with all of them." Luna winced. "They were talking about Sectusempra-ing him."

Hermione looked at the red carpet underneath her feet. What would she do? Would she do something? Even after years, killing still felt horrible to her.

"Would you do something?" Luna asked softly. Hermione looked back. "Would you do something?" There was a small pause but then Luna nodded, hesitantly. "I guess so, yes." She said, looking at the white walls. "Normally, I'm against violence but…" her lower lip trembled. "If it means that I can find my father, or avenge him, I would do so."

Hermione nodded. Luna's father fought against eight Death Eaters to protect them and to create time so they could escape. They hadn't heard anything from the man ever since.

"What about you?" Luna asked.

Brown eyes closed and Hermione sighed. "I don't know." She said softly. "There are just so much people…"

A picture of a man standing by the wall flashed into her mind.

Hermione sneered. Malfoy.
'That traitor.'


"Wake up, sunshine!"

Hermione groggily opened her eyes and moaned. "Ginny?" she murmured at her friend. "What are you doing here?" she turned in her bed. "What time is it?"

Ginny grinned at her. "It's 01.40 a.m., love." Hermione moaned again. "Why?" Laughter was heard in her room. "Okay, just how many people are in my room?" Hermione sat up straight and saw several women in her room. "What's going on here?"

It was warm. Hermione snuggled against the warm thing and it made a soft, deep sound. Chuckling. Her eyes shot open and she tried to get away but two arms held her there. "Easy Hermione." Blaise's voice softly said. "It's just me."

Her brains registered Blaises' voice and she instantly calmed down. Her heart slowed a little when he stroked her back with his hand.

She raised one eyebrow and looked up into his bright green eyes. "Just you? How did I get here? What have you done to me?" she asked as she sat up. Blaise chuckled again and rested his head on his hand as he turned to look at Hermione with an amused smile.

He was wearing no shirt, Hermione thought while looking at his torso in appreciation.

"Apparently, the girls chose you to be the scapegoat this time." "What?" Blaise grinned. "Every time I get new girls, they choose one of them to…do this. A sort of joke." The other eyebrow of Hermione raised. "And what is 'this' exactly?" she asked him impatiently.

"Knocking them out, put them some lingerie on and dumping them in my bed." Hermione looked down and yelped. She quickly dived under the blankets and Blaise laughed. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything." He assured her as he petted the bump that was her head. "You pervert!" Hermione screamed, muffled by the blanket. "Why didn't you tell me sooner!" Blaise laughed.

"Because you look good in it." He admitted. "And it isn't that bad, actually. You don't want to know what they made Ginny wear when they sent her here." "No I don't want to know!" Hermione yelled again and Blaise peeked under the blankets, only to get pinched in his leg by Hermione. "Ah!"

Hermione glared at him. "Give me back my blanket, Granger." He said as he grabbed them away. "No!" the yelled as she launched herself on him. "Uh." Blaise grunted when she landed and straddled him. "Mine!" Hermione quickly put the blanket around her when he let the blanket go.

A knock was heard and Hermione squeaked and ducked under the blanket, against his chest and her legs intertwined with his. "Blaise?" She heard Lavender's voice. "Mister Leyger wants to talk to you." "Eh, ok. Tell him I'll be there in half an hour." She heard Blaise say. "And get that damn grin off your face, Brown." Lavender giggled. "I don't know what you're talking about, sir." And the door closed.

Hermione rested her face on Blaise's chest and moaned. Blaise peeked under the blanket. "She saw me, didn't she?" she moaned again. He chuckled. "I think so. I mean, there's a big lump on my body that isn't supposed to be there…" Hermione pinched his side and Blaise yelped. "That's what you get for being a pervert." She murmured and rolled off Blaise to stare at the ceiling.

"Wanna eat some breakfast?" Blaise's face appeared above her. Hermione rolled with her eyes. "I need to get back to my room." She said as she pushed him away. "Not a breakfast." Blaise grinned. "Okay, but leave my blanket here." Hermione glared. "I'm not going to walk around in these craps of cloth." Blaise shrugged. "I'm going to get breakfast." He said happily as he got out of bed, his silk emerald boxer short crinkled.

Hermione put her face in the pillow and screamed. "You're not helping!" she glared at him as he put on some jeans and a shirt. "You can wear some clothes of mine." He suggested. "Yeah and let the rest think we slept together?" Hermione bit at him. Blaise shrugged. "Either that or the lingerie, but you're leaving my blanket here, Granger." He walked to the door and put his hand on the knob. "I'm sorry I have to leave you but Leyger wants to talk to me. It's probably something serious so I have to leave." He grinned. "Will you be ok?" he ducked the pillow Hermione threw and left, laughing.


Someone gasped when she entered her room.

"Did you guys really do it?" Ginny giggled as she put her hands on her friends' shoulders. "Oh my god, you guys did!"

Hermione twitched and slapped Ginny's hands away. "No we didn't."

Ginny pouted. "But Lavender saw and heard you guys…"

Hermione raised one eyebrow. "We didn't do anything." She repeated. "I was just hiding."

Lavender grinned. "On top of him?"

"He was hogging the blanket and I needed to cover myself."

Parvati laughed. "Yeah right." She teased. "You're the only one who ever stayed a full night in his room." She smiled. "So tell us…" All the women in her room went quiet.

"How Slytherin is he in bed?"

"Aaargh!"


"Zabini!"

Blaise turned around and one corner of his mouth went up. "Hermione." He said. "How are you?"

Hermione slapped his with his clothes that she wore earlier that day.

"No need to get violent, woman." Blaise rubbed the spot. "Occasionally, I like it hard or when women are dominant but I like it more in bed, like this morning." Hermione smacked him again when three women passed them, giggling. "Hey, stop!"

Hermione handed him his clothes. "How did they take it, when you showed up like that?"

She put her hands on her hips. "Like damn morons." She replied with a frown. "They just kept pestering me about me sleeping with you."

Blaise chuckled. Hermione smacked him again. "It's not funny!" she said. "They just kept asking me just how Slytherin you were in bed!" Blaise laughed but stopped immediately when she smacked him again. "Okay, okay, I'll quit." Zabini chuckled and Hermione glared.

"Have you seen Ginny, by the way? I need to talk to her." Blaise's smile vanished. "Blaise?" Hermione asked, concerned.

"She's working right now." Hermione's face flushed and she immediately felt sick. "Oh."

He put his hand on her arm. "Hermione…"

Hermione just shook his hand away. "I'm fine. She said curtly as she turned around.

Blaise sighed. "Face it Hermione." He said as she walked away. "You're in a whorehouse."


"Parvati told me you wanted to talk to me?"

Hermione didn't look up from her sitting position on the middle of her bed. "Yeah. But you were…" she winced. "working."

Ginny sighed and sat down next to Hermione. "Honey," she said, softly. "Hermione…"

Hermione nodded. "I know." She said. "But I just can't…" she winced again at the memories that flashed in her head. "With men you don't even know…"

Ginny stroked her back. "You'll learn to, Hermione." She sighed as she rubbed her belly with her other hand. "You have to."

Granger closed her eyes. "I-I don't know if I can." She said. "When Blaise wanted to check up- I- I-"

Ginny nodded. "It's normal." She said as she hugged her. "I've seen him worse. He's used to it."

Hermione didn't respond.

"And I thought that it was getting better. I saw that you were talking and touching each other. You guys are pretty intimate with each other already."

At her friends' words, Hermione blushed. "I don't like him." She said fast. "It's just-"

"He's safe." Ginny finished her sentence. "I know."

Hermione nodded as she thought of the Zabini. Unconsciously, she smiled and something bubbled up inside her stomach.

"Maybe you should practice with him." Ginny mused. "I'm sure that he would agree. I think he likes you quite a lot too."

"I don't like him!" Hermione protested with red cheeks.

Ginny studied her. "Ok. But I think that he can and will help you with getting you to trust other men."

Hermione bit her lip.

"And eventually, having sex."

She put her heard on her knees and sighed. She was shaking a little.

"It's your choice, Hermione." Ginny stood up. "I know you can somehow deal with the problem yourself but I think that this time, you need help. You only have two and a half weeks left."

There was a silence.

"Okay."


Blaise looked out of the window and into the garden.

"Please think about it, Blaise." Ginny said as she stood in the middle of the room. "Please."

Zabini closed his eyes and sighed. "Weasley." He said friendly as he opened his eyes and turned to her. "I've known you since Hogwarts…" he leaned backwards. "and I know that everything you do, you have a special other reason for than you let others know and see. So I think I have a right to know what that other reason is."

Ginny shook her head. "No, Blaise." She said softly. "I just want the best for Hermione."

"And that's having sex with… me?"

She looked at the dark green rug. "If it helps her, yes." A small smile crept on her face. "She seems to like you."

"I don't like to work with people who I don't like, so I try to build up a bond with everyone here."

"You seem to like her more than the rest of us."

"She's broken. I want to help her." He sighed.

"She said that she felt safe with you."

"…I've heard that a few times before. I seem to have that effect on people."

"She trusts you."

Blaise couldn't seem to find a respond on her argument.

"Please think about it."

He turned around, looking over the garden again.

In the part of the garden that was specially made for customers, he saw a man taking a woman against one of the blossom trees.

'Can I do that?' he asked himself as he kept watching them kiss passionately. 'Can I do that without feeling any different about her afterwards?'

The man turned the woman around and took her from behind.

Blaise imagined that is was him, grabbing Hermione by her hips as he pounded into her. She would moan his name as she would hold onto the tree. He would nip that slender neck of hers as he massaged her clit and she would cry out it delight-

He shivered at the mental image and closed his eyes to calm himself.

"Okay."

In the distance, Blaise heard Ginny thank him and walk away from his room.

He rested his forehead on the window and sighed.

The man pulled out the woman and they sat down under the tree, she sitting on his lap as he put his arms around her to cuddle.

Zabini closed his eyes.

He knew that he could do it. He could and would make Hermione trust men again.

But he didn't know if he could do it without any strings attached afterwards.

Blaise unzipped his trousers and put his hand in his boxer shorts, stroking himself while thinking of a certain brown eyed person's face twisted in ecstasy.


Uhuh,

I know, I know.

Beautiful Bastard will come into the picture soon…

Till then…

BZHG shippers will be happy : )

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Don't be afraid,

BeStupid.

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p.s.

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