Another Day, Another Buck

A/N: Bored… bored… bored….

Recap:

She was just one of the hundred survivors of the massacre. Was it really worth it? I don't think so. She had become what she was today in hopes of forgetting her past, just like every other one.

Chapter Three: Two very… interesting encounters.

Hermione was not in the mood today. She did not want to work, she had the flu, she wanted to go home and sleep. Just forget about it all.

"Hey there pretty, watcha doing out here in the streets of London so late? Isn't it a bit… dangerous for someone like you?" A man stepped out of the shadows and onto the gloomy sidewalk.

"Uhh…. hi. Actually, I was getting to work…" she backed away, not liking the look on his face.

"Now tell me, why go to work whilst you can be with me?" he asked as he took another forbidding step forward, and she stumbled backwards.

"Look, I… I… I'm gonna be late for work."

"How about you miss work today… come on, come with me to that new bar… we could have fun…" he wiggled his eyebrows, and she shuddered.

"I'm sorry, but no thanks." She'd backed up into a wall, there was nowhere for her to go.

"I promise it'll be fun…"he put his hands over her shoulders, forcing her down. "Come on." All of a sudden he was on her, his saliving mouth bruising hers, his forceful, calloused hands inside her shirt and on her breast, his knee in between her leg, and he was back up for air.

"Let go of me!" was all she managed to say before he stuck cloth in her mouth and ripped her blouse open, his dirty mouth trailing a path down her neck. She tried screaming, but the cloth prevented her. She tried wiggling away, but her came up to look at her, a maniac glow in his eyes.

"Oh! So THAT'S how you like it. I should have guessed you were a vixen." His chapped lips were over the cloth of her bra, one hand reached to unclasp it, then was rapidly up her skirt, shoving her panties to one side and then his fingers up her center. Her eyes screamed "help!" but her body, however knowing this was wrong, was still thoroughly enjoying the affections. Unknowingly, she started pushing down onto his three fingers, and the man looked up at her, grinning foolishly.

"There… I knew you'd come around." She shivered as his other hand tightened itself on her waist while he slowly withdrew the one in between her legs, so he could grasp her panties and shove them down. He seemed to get more excited and giddy as he now was going too fast as he tried to hold her and unbuckle his belt at the same time. She took her chance and lifter her knee, only to receive a laugh from him as he stopped her pitiful attempt to get away.

"I knew you were excited… but still, control yourself for a second." He stepped out of his pants; she could see his (probably) painful erection sticking out through his green cotton boxers, the purplish tip in sight. "Now come on down and help me a bit." He pushed her onto her knees, holding her with one hand, and the other wet one forcing her mouth onto his hard erect cock. At first, she gagged at the feel of cloth and (hairy) skin in her mouth, but she quickly used her tongue to push the cloth out of the way, at the same time he closed his eyes, got a painful grip on her hair and sighed. This, he could get used to.

"Oh, and…" he'd just remembered an important detail. "Bite, and I break your hands. He looked down at her bobbing head, her saw her faintly nod, and caught a glimpse of fear in her hazel eyes. So on he made her go for a few minutes, not letting her breathe, so her face was flushed red as she tried to use her nose to gather the most air possible, all the while concentrating on her tongue and his shaft, because as soon as she'd tire or back away, she'd receive a hit on the head and a growl from her imposing attacker. Finally, her tongue as too tired to move, her imposing attacker was as erect as ever, (She couldn't help but wonder how he held that long… was she that bad?) he pulled her back up and shoved her fingers back inside again, making sure she was ready… he looked disappointed when he realized she wasn't wet anymore.

"So… maybe that was more fun for me?" he looked deep into her eyes, "Next time, I want you to be goddamn READY!" he screamed the last bit as he replaced the cloth in her mouth and dove down onto her breasts, biting down on her nipples, twisting his fingers inside of her, pinching her clitoris, getting her excited through the way of pain. And still, all she could do was grit her teeth and push her hips down on his fingers, trying to get some pleasure out of the whole affair. He withdrew his four fingers, inserted his thumb and forefinger back in, grabbed a hold of some wet skin and rubbed it in between his fingers, getting her to bite her lip in response, drawing blood.

"There… I knew you'd like it." he was referring to the dampness in her eyes, though she had promised herself not to cry. He pinched the inside of her once again, withdrew his fingers, and (I still don't know how he did it) then with a forceful push, his powerful, strong, slick, professional, wet hand was inside her, and she tried screaming in pain, she withered at his touch. Never again would she think of men the same way. Once he was fully in, she could accommodate, his wrist being small enough, but his clenched fist was hurting her, and as he slowly, deliberately, opened his fingers inside of her, her eyes went crying, she sobbed.

"Shut up! You're just hurting yourself there babe. Push down on my knuckles, rub yourself on me…" she did as was told, expecting worse if she didn't, "Now, come one, go with the rhythm…" he was withdrawing a bit, then pushing back in. Another tear fell down every time he withdrew and pushed back into her, but she could not scream, could not utter a word, for they were muffled, and no one would hear. "Now, here… do this… I swear it'll feel good." He let her feet touch the ground, and with his free hand, took her by the shoulder and twisted her around 90 degrees. "There… now it's your turn." She cried as she shuffled her feel and turned around his hand, her skin feeling like it was being torn in and out, but still, she did it.

"There? See… it wasn't so bad, now… come on, do it again." His voice was surprisingly soft, but not gentle… it was a demoniac soothing kind of voice, and he knew that it was hurting her, but for him, it was the pleasure of knowing he had the power, and the pleasure of feeling her slick skin on his now open hand inside her body. Luckily, he didn't have long nails, or else she would be bleeding from the inside right now.

"Good girl…"he helped her turn faster and faster, she had now done three full turns… and he closed his hand so it was back to the shape of a fist, and she sighed, she felt practically nothing inside her right then, though she hated the feeling of intrusion. Slowly, he withdrew his fist, and lifted her back into the ground, fully taking her underwear off and placing it in his pocket. He lifted his fist to his eye view, sniffed it, and gave it a lick. He lifted it down towards her mouth, hovering it in front of her. She tried to back away, looking disgusted, but he stopped her.

"Come on… taste it. I swear it feels so good… smells of fear and warmth and of you… my darling." He had that maniac grin once more on her face as she reluctantly stuck her tongue out to touch his hand. It tasted horrid.

"That darling, as much as I liked it, it was all foreplay. NOW you're in for the real treat. So he lifted her up, placing her wet entrance on his knee as he lifted her jean skirt and pushed back the cloth of his boxers so that his hard, purple cock was in full view. He let her slide down his leg until her entrance was touching his shaft, she wiggled a bit, not liking the feel of the dirt and air around her, and he pushed in… slowly, painfully slowly… to the point that she did not feel him at all. She felt him back away fast, getting ready for the final push that would tie them forever-

"Hey, asshole, get off her!" A voice said, sounding like the guy who said that would kill someone "Get the fuck off her, you goddamn bastard!" And then she heard a yelp of pain, and there was a sharp blinding light. The guy was gone.

"Erg… stupid motherfucker apparated." The red-head dusted off his robes as his eyes came to meet hers. "Hey, are you all right?" He asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She shuddered and moved away. "I'm George Weasley by the way. And, you are-?"

"I… I'm… Oh my god. I…" She stuttered, tears forming in her eyes.

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Oh my god!" And with an emotional outburst she was in his arms, crying and sniffing, sobbing and squeezing so tightly he could barely breathe. "George- oh my god! I thought you were dead!"

"Um… I'm sorry miss, I don't seem to recall you."

"Don't you know me? Don't you? It's Hermione! H-E-R-M-I-O-N-E!" She let out a scream of despair and frustration.

"Oh my god… I'm so sorry Hermione. It's just, we've changed so much, we all have." And with that he took of his dragon skin coat and covered her bare top with it. "Here, that should do for now. Let's apparate back to my place."

"I've missed you." She said, fainting, limp into his arms.

"I missed you too darling." He tucked her hair behind her ear, sweeping her in his arms.

A/N: Bored… bored… bored…

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