Never had Fenrir wished so badly to kill someone, never. Had he been able to he would have used his claws to cut the man's heart out of his chest and devour it. A full moon, combined with his fury would have made it possible but alas all he could do was dream. Dream and plot because when they broke out of the hell hole that was Azkaban he would get revenge. Yes, Fenrir had never wished to murder so badly as when he watched his mate leaning over the prone form of Rabastan fucking Lestrange. The fucker had stolen his act, it had to be an act, but why? What was the reclusive bastard up to and why did it involve Fenrir's woman?

"Your hearts racing." Lilith commented, sounding concerned.

It was legitimate anxiety that had it racing, not the illness that Rabastan was feigning. Despite his high blood pressure however his heart was still able to leap at the fact that his witch was worrying over him, him!

"Have you been drinking enough fluid?" she asked, then pursed her cherry lips in concentration as she put the stethoscope to his chest.

"I haven't been able to keep anything down." he lied.

Well it was sort of a lie, he'd purposely not eaten or drank anything since the day before in preparation. His voice had been nice and raspy when Lilith came to work that morning and thanks to his intense anxiety about his plan he was sweating profusely and a little short of breath. And then the words he'd been fretting over all night.

"Neville, I think we should apparate him down to the infirmary."

It was another "muggle" thing but an i.v. and a hefty dose of fluids could do a world of good. Lilith had learned a lot of tricks and tips from her muggle born teacher, a master of her craft.

"Are you sure?" he asked, squinting uncertainly.

Did the witch really know what she was doing? There had been a few times when the witches left a prisoner on the floor to die and while he hadn't agreed with those decisions at all, it had been much safer for them. He shifted uncomfortably, the weight of the DeathEaters' eyes around them a palpable thing. As evil as they were the dark wizards cared about their own and if he let this man die it could be the death of him as well.

"Yes." Lilith hissed, throwing him daggers over her shoulder.

Neville couldn't help but cringe a little at the eyes the witch gave him, there was a fierceness he hadn't anticipated. Lilith gave him a hurry up look as he stubbed the toe of his boot into the floor restlessly. Why the fuck had he taken this job? Against his better judgement the guard relented and shuffled into the cell to side along apparate the pair. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the swirling and the pull at his core as the magic plucked them from their place. Gods he hated that feeling, like his body was clay being molded and reshaped by a violent toddler. It only took a few seconds for them to land unsteadily in the infirmary but it felt like forever and his stomach flipped uncomfortably.

When Longbottom had collected himself he levitated the patient onto the medcot and used the incarcerous spell to bind his arms to the rails.

"I won't feel comfortable unless you have your wand." he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest and wasn't taking no for an answer.

To his surprise she agreed readily and rushed off to fetch it. When Lilith returned with her wand he still had a bad feeling but apparated himself back to floor five nonetheless. She wasn't alone on the second floor, others would hear her call out and she did have her wand. The stubborn ass woman wasn't going to change her mind anyway. Still he felt guilt settle in the pit of his stomach.

When Longbottom disappeared Lilith quickly went to work fishing out the i.v. line and the necessary tools. At the edges of her awareness the witch heard some movement behind her but didn't think much of it as she stooped down to pull a sterilized needle packet from the cabinet. She muttered a little to herself while rifling around for a pair of gloves, in a wizarding world these things were rarely used. But her mentor had firmly believed that not everything in the human body could be fixed with a flick of a wand and Lilith believed her.

"You won't be needing those."

Lilith gasped and jumped, smacking her temple on the edge of the open cabinet door. Her brain didn't even have time to register the pain however as a cold dread settled over her body. She spun back around just as her prized wand was snatched from her pocket only to find herself staring up at Rabastan Lestrange, who was far closer than she would have liked. Before the scream could even form, his large, rough hand clapped over her mouth as he thrust her against the counter.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

His raspy voice made shivers wash up her spine and Lilith shuddered involuntarily.

"Now if I move my hand, are you going to scream?" he looked into her beautiful eyes, feeling slightly ashamed that they were welling with tears. It was the first time her soft skin had graced his fingers and he was returning the favor by promising her endless nightmares.

Lilith couldn't breathe for a long moment as her brain seized up and all she could do was stare into the depths of Rabastan's inky black eyes. Eventually she managed to shake her head, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears. How had he gotten loose? She'd watched Longbottom cast incarcerous, heard it with her own ears. And now he was going to kill her and her body would shipped back home to Wisconsin to her poor distraught parents. What the hell had she done?

A few tears escaped and rolled down her deathly pale cheek and before Rabastan could stop himself, knowing he would probably scare even more, he wiped them away with his thumb. He sighed sadly when she flinched at the contact.

"I'm not going to hurt you Lilith, I swear it."

"You weren't ill at all." she accused.

She'd been so intent on his "medical condition" that she hadn't stopped to think about what lengths prisoners would go to to escape. Lilith had thought about it in passing from the safety of her own little bubble but when it came right down to it her bleeding heart had once again led the way. Bleeding heart, gods she couldn't even count the number of times she'd been called that. But that was the first time Lilith had ever considered that particular quality a hindrance, no it was a downright danger.

"No." he replied, though it clearly hadn't been a question.

Her eyes flicked down to the wand clutched tightly in his fist, could she get it? Rabastan however noticed her wandering eye and pointedly chucked it across the room. Lilith stared after it in horror as if he'd thrown her very own mother and despite the situation it made him smile. Her eyes immediately snapped back to his face and she favored the DeathEater with a scowl.

"Oh ha, pulled one over on the stupid little witch!" her mossy green eyes raked his face in disgust.

"I'm sorry but…"

"But what?" Lilith demanded through a few more tears, feeling like a fool even as anger began a slow boil in her veins. "No, you're not sorry. You saw an opening and you took it, it's I who's sorry for being so blind to this ploy."

But the witch wasn't going down without a fight. Before Rabastan realized what was happening, his angel drew back and drove her fist into the soft of his belly as hard as she could. The punch forced a choking cough from the DeathEater and as he doubled over she ducked away and went sprinting for her wand. He quickly recovered himself though and was right on her heels. Before Lilith could reach the vine he grabbed her around the waist, spun her around and pushed her up against the wall so swiftly she couldn't so much as squeak.

"But I had to talk to you!" he huffed, snatching her wrists up and pinning them to the wall.

The witch's heart was beating erratically, eyes blind with terror as she struggled against his superior strength, but refused to submit. Finally, to keep Lilith from hurting either of them Rabastan pushed her tight against the wall with his body.

He bit his lip to prevent the hiss of pleasure from escaping at how amazing his angel felt tucked firmly against his body; her breasts pressed against his chest, one leg between his own.

"Lilith." he whispered huskily which seemed to snap her back to attention.

"Whaa-what?"

In response Rabastan dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers, softly at first then deepening it when she squeaked in surprise. Her lips were so plush and sweet against his, like an oasis in the desert and he never wanted to stop kissing her. It was only by sheer willpower that he was able to pull away when Lilith began struggling again violently. Lilith looked up into the DeathEater's eyes which were hooded with lust and growled angrily.

"I should blacken your eye for that." the witch hissed when he reluctantly released her wrists, though his body didn't retreat an inch.

"Go ahead, it was worth it." Rabastan replied slyly as lightning ping ponged through his towering body, feeling like himself for the first time in years.