A/n: I cannot believe how fast this story is writing itself, I just wish it was my original fiction, but it's not so I get to share this with you wonderful readers.

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I cannot wait for you to see what's going to happen in the next few chapters, I'll warn you now things will begin to heat up between our two lovebirds.

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After (prep): in the time following an event.


Antonin sat down on Hermione's couch, he still felt uncomfortable in her flat, but he was sure he would feel unsettled no matter where he was now that he was out of Azkaban. He had been nervous about telling the witch how much she meant to him, but he owed her an explanation, and so he had given it. He had expected her to run for the hills, curse him, or call the Ministry to have him removed, but she had surprised him by doing none of that.

Instead, he had enjoyed a warm shower for the first time in years. He had allowed himself to stand under the almost scalding water for longer then he would typically have, but between the water that began to unknot his muscles and Hermione's pervading fragrance in the small bathroom, he hadn't felt the need to rush. Antonin had been embarrassed when thoughts of the witch had caused his cock to harden, and for the first time, he acknowledged that he didn't just see her as a guiding force in his life, but as a perfect example of a witch.

He shook his head, leaning back on the sofa knowing these thoughts were pointless, and he would only end up disappointed that even something like a friendship with the witch wasn't possible. Not only had he attacked her years earlier, but they had fought against each other for too long. No, his witch deserved someone good, not someone who had been too weak to stand up for himself. She didn't deserve someone who had such a troubled past.

Antonin's eyes scanned the small room, noticing the charmed bookcases, and he stood up to go explore. He had access to some books at Azkaban but nothing like these, not true magical books. He smirked when he realized the intricacies of the charm she had wrought to create her bookshelf that had unlimited room. It almost seemed like he could visualize the books he was most interested in, and they would appear before him.

His cheeks were flushing when the magical textbooks shifted to books of a more intimate nature. He had to swallow when he noticed that the Brunette witch had an extensive collection of BDSM books in her collection. His eyebrow shot up when he saw her themes, it appeared the Brightest Witch of Her Age seemed to have a submissive streak.

Unbidden Antonin's cock began to grow again, and he cursed Morgana that he hadn't chosen a different path in life, because it appeared he was in the presence of the perfect witch. He refocused his thoughts, and advanced charms books appeared before him. His hand was an inch away from Charmed Life: A Companion for Household spells, when he heard a high pitched moan.

Antonin's eyes flicked towards the hallway, where Hermione was supposed to be. Suddenly his heart racing he worried that she could be in danger, and he took quick steps towards her bedroom. Her door was cracked a little, and with a quick glance around her room, Antonin saw the reason for the sound.

His hazel eyes locked onto Hermione's face, which was contorted in passion, eyes closed as she used a long round device to rub against her clit even as a phallic shaped instrument thrust in and out of her core. Antonin's erection, which had already been teased this morning, was suddenly rock hard and straining against the confines of his jeans. As his gaze traveled over the witch, he noticed that she had added weighted nipple clamps to her pebbled nipples, and he couldn't help but lick his lips. His focus stayed on her dusky rose areola for longer than he cared to admit and he wanted nothing more than to rush into the room and take care of her needs himself.

As he watched, she seemed to be reaching her end, as her hand moved the instrument over her clit faster, and the charmed penis thrust more quickly. She let out a breathy moan, and suddenly Antonin lost all control.

"Mother of Merlin," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but her eyes flew open.

Antonin was shocked when instead of screaming at him, cursing him, or even flinging the door shut, her eyes met his. She gazed at him, her pupils dilated in her lust, and her movements grew positively violent before she seemed to reach her edge and she moaned out her pleasure. The phallic instrument fell from her passage, her tightness forcing it from her body.

Next moment, her mind seemed to catch up with what was happening, and she shrieked, raising her hand and the door shut in his face with a definite click. Antonin noticed that his hand had moved down to the tent in his jeans, as he rubbed his hardness lightly.

Without more thought, he backed up and walked into her bathroom. He quickly locked and warded the door with more wandless magic, and unbuttoned his pants. He fisted his erection now, and he groaned loudly as he jerked himself only four times before he came. His load was shot in front of him, most of it landing on her white tiled floor. He leaned back against the wall, catching his breath. Antonin couldn't believe what he had just watched, and he was fighting every instinct to head back out there and help the witch out.

He shook his head, steadying his mind and grabbed a tissue to clean up his ejaculate. Antonin left the bathroom for the living room without a backwards glance at her door. He sat back down on the sofa, determined that he wouldn't make it awkward for the young witch. He understood the need to see to your own needs, especially at times of stress, and he knew she was on edge. However, no matter how many times he told himself that it was a natural stress reliever, he couldn't ignore the picture his mind kept supplying of his watch laid out, orgasming as her eyes met his.

Antonin was sure he would never forget that image his whole life. He closed his eyes, willing his mind to get back to the current issue that was Rookwood and his quest to take over the world. He heard movement back down the hallway before he felt her enter the room.

"Ummm, I'm not sure what to say," Hermione said, her voice fluttering and without looking Antonin knew her cheeks would be bright red and with that thought, he wondered what her other cheeks would look like bright red. He cleared his throat forcing that thought away before he turned to her.

"You have nothing to explain, solnyshko. That is a normal part of the human experience, and I have found it particularly usual in times of stress. When I was a curse breaker it was a normal part of my daily routine," Antonin explained, finally turning towards her.

He had been right, her cheeks were flaming red, and she was biting her bottom lip, and he wished he could kiss her lips and pull it out to suck on it. Antonin almost growled out loud at the direction of his thoughts, if he didn't get a better hold on himself, he was going to find their time together miserable and almost impossible.

"Why don't we move on. You had mentioned a task force, what specifically would they be working on?" Antonin asked, hoping she would take the chance to change the subject.


To be continued. . .