Pairing: Antonin/Hermione
Antonin smirked at the delicious sight of Hermione in chains. "You sure have grown up since the Department of Mysteries. No longer a girl, but a woman." His eyes roamed her body, imagining her unclothed.
She glared at him. "I hate you," Hermione spat.
He chuckled. "Oh, my darling, your words only makes me want you more. You know," he started in a deceptively nonchalant manner, "the other day I had the worst thought: I've got to spend the rest of my life with myself."
She continued glaring. "That is pretty bad, but forgive me if I don't feel sorry for you."
He chuckled as he moved closer to her in a leisurely pace. "But I don't have to be by myself in my personal Hell."
"How about you go to Hell," she said, her eyes flashing angrily.
He bent down so he was eye to eye with her. "You're brave. And gutsy. And just a bit foolhardy. I'm going to enjoy taming you."
"You'll never—" Hermione began, but Antonin's lips crashed down onto hers. She tasted so sweet. Yes, he'd enjoy the work it would take to make Hermione the perfect passive pet.
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(word count: 195)
Written for:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Back to School Event - Prompt 15. (dialogue) "I had the worst thought: I've got to spend the rest of my life with myself."