Day 10: Fenrir Greyback; "Are you supposed to be Little Red Riding Hood?"; Hermione Granger; "I'm the Big Bad Wolf."
This is kind of a tease, sorry.
Hermione was running late, she hated being late, but she'd had to stay at work putting books away in the Uni library. She dashed to her apartment and changed quickly. There was a fancy dress party at her favorite bar that she'd promised she would attend when Ginny asked last week. Secretly, Hermione loved Hallowe'en and dressing up. It wasn't common for wizards to participate in Hallowe'en that way, but Hermione loved it as it reminded her of her childhood. She threw her big black cloak on and then charmed it red. A quick transfiguration and her bag became a basket. Hermione took a moment to look in the mirror, it was the perfect Little Red Riding Hood costume. Maybe she'd even find her Big Bad Wolf tonight, she could only hope.
She'd been going through a bit of a dry spell lately, and was really hoping the party at the bar would change that. She was lonely and more importantly, horny. And her hand was only capable of giving her so much. The problem with most of the men she met was that they weren't men at all, but boys. Hermione was tired of boys. She sighed and tucked her wand into the holster she had attached to her bra, right between her breasts. Then with a last plump of her chest and fluff of her hair, she left her apartment.
Taking a quick glance at her watch, Hermione trotted down the stairs, it was eleven thirty, almost an hour late. Hopefully, Ginny would have a few drinks in her and wouldn't care so much that Hermione was late. The bar was at least close to her apartment. Only a few blocks away, and she could hear the music and see the party pouring out into the street. She grinned as she stepped inside, Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' was playing. She loved that song. She bobbed her head as she wound herself through the crowd, looking for Ginny. She finally spotted her, about to make out with her boyfriend Blaise. Hermione rolled her eyes, clearly Ginny wasn't missing her. She changed her direction and headed for the bar.
After waving her hand for several minutes the bartender finally made his way to her and she was able to order her drink. A simple firewhisky. It would be easy to make and no sooner had she thought that and it was in her hand. She smiled and took a sip, but was almost immediately bumped and spilled the majority of her drink down her front. She whipped around to see who had run into her, not really thinking she would catch anyone, because the bar was so crowded, and came face to face with a giant of a man. He stood at least a foot taller than her not so short height of five feet seven inches. He had dark, wavy hair that he wore past his shoulders, matched with the pair of lightest blue eyes she thought she'd ever seen. His dark facial hair was kept neat and Hermione could almost imagine it scratching her cheek as she kissed him.
"Are you supposed to be Little Red Riding Hood?" he asked, giving her the once-over. His voice was deep and sensuous and Hermione's insides squirmed at the sound of it.
Hermione nodded, and looked down, realizing she was soaking wet. She whipped her wand out and cast a Scourgify and drying spell.
"Well, then, I'm the Big Bad Wolf," and he grinned. That grin made her panties slick, it promised wicked things and Hermione wanted to know them all.
"Really? I was looking for the Big Bad Wolf tonight," Hermione said as she placed a hand on his chest. Very firm, very solid. Hermione approved.
The man leaned down to whisper in her ear and that action alone had Hermione's nipples tightening.
"Good thing you've found him then, Little Red," he whispered. Hermione found herself clutching the cloak the man was wearing, she felt a little weak in the knees at the sexual vibes this man was throwing her way.
"Care to take me to your cabin and ravish me then?" Hermione breathed as he pulled back to look in her eyes.
"Are you sure, little girl?" His eyes spoke of hidden delights.
"Yes," Hermione hissed.
"Follow me," he grabbed her hand and led her through the crowd and out onto the street. She caught Ginny's eye as she passed and when Ginny gave her two thumbs up, Hermione laughed and waved her hand. Things were certainly looking up. She wanted to climb this man like a tree, and that thought did delicious things to her insides.
As they made it out onto the street and passed most of the crowd, Hermione pulled on his hand, "Wait a moment."
"Having second thoughts?" he asked as he turned to face her. He dropped his hold on her hand and crossed his arms over his massive chest.
"Oh, gods, no. I just wanted to know your name."
The man laughed darkly, "Fenrir Greyback. And you are?"
"Hermione Granger," she stuck out her hand, and he shook it. Then pulled it close and kissed the back. Then turned her hand over and kissed the inside of her wrist. Hermione felt herself melt a little.
"Your place or mine?" he asked as he pulled her in and wrapped a hand around her waist.
"Mine, it's right here," Hermione gestured at the apartment building a few doors down.
"Mmm, good," he hummed as he leaned in and slanted his lips over hers. Hermione closed her eyes and leaned into him, he was all hard muscle and she relished the feel of him against her. He bit her bottom lip and when Hermione groaned, he swept his tongue inside her mouth, ravishing her. She couldn't wait to get him into her bed.