A/n: I hope you all love this chapter and yes I do somewhat enjoy leaving you with a cliff hanger. Don't hate me.

I'm a few chapters ahead at this point, and luckily I found two readers who are reading along as I write so they can help me make sure it says consistent and natural. Please thank them.

Lots of love and niffler kisses

All (pronoun): the whole; every one

Hermione laid her fork down next to her dinner plate and reached for her wine glass. It was her fourth or fifth glass of the vintage elf wine that the house-elves kept putting out, she couldn't honestly remember how many at this point, but she wasn't nearly as comfortable as she needed to be. So she kept drinking, because if she stopped drinking she would have to think about what she had done in the bathroom. What she had shared with Antonin Dolohov, convicted murdered and ex-Death Eater.

She had sat back quietly while the other Aurors, Harry, Pansy, Draco, and Luna had all chatted about different spell techniques that might be useful. Her eyes stayed resolutely away from the end of the table where a certain Russian Wizard set, his hazel eyes on her what felt like the whole time. Hermione had been prepared to deal with the mass of people and had brought a book to the table with her, though she had been on the same page for almost ten minutes, because though she looked like she was reading she wasn't.

No, her mind was currently plagued with thoughts of Antonin Dolohov and his soft lips, Antonin Dolohov and his erection that she had both seen and felt against her leg, Antonin Dolohov renowned curse breaker and intelligent wizard, and of course Antonin Dolohov the man who had left a scar across her abdomen. How could so many people exist inside one person? It was maddening, and she emptied her glass as her frustration grew.

Hermione had never felt such a strong physical need around anyone and was ill-equipped to process her feelings and needs. Her glass was refilled by a passing house-elf, and Hermione appreciated the service. Honestly, she might have spent too many years fighting against house-elves that she couldn't see their benefits. They kept wine glasses filled, and that was a valuable trait at the moment.

She heard a chair scrape against the hardwood floors and Antonin's deep voice, "I'm heading to bed, goodnight."

No one answered him, and he turned from the hall and left. Good, now she could drink in peace without his curious eyes watching her too closely. She snorted, of course, the only wizard who had been recently interested in her, happened to be a murderer who had almost killed her. Pansy turned her gaze to Hermione who swiftly dropped her eyes back down to her book, and began to read a few lines of the text, thankful when Pansy's careful eyes drifted away again.

Hermione knew if she began to speak aloud her best friend and sly Slytherin, Pansy would know immediately that she was troubled and well on her way to a good buzz.

Slowly her companions around the room began to yawn and one by one they all retreated to their rooms on the upper floor of the Manor. Harry had offered to walk Hermione back to her room, but she had stated that she wanted to finish her book before she turned in. She had missed the look that the Potters had shared as they left the room, leaving Hermione in dim candlelight with her eighth glass of elf wine.

Hermione was beginning to grow bored with her book and shut it with a snap. She was always reading, why couldn't she keep herself busy with less boring endeavors? She looked around the room, thinking of the manor at large and deciding she had two choices, head back to her room and try and sleep or head down the hall from her room and enjoy the indoor pool the house sported. A swim would prove a valuable distraction.

With that decision made, she grabbed her glass and the bottle that a house-elf had left on the table and walked down the long hallway to her room. She didn't remember the hall being as long as it had been, but she finally found her door. With a wave of her hand, she tried to open the door, only to find it still stuck.

Hermione tucked the wine bottle in the crook of her arm and removed her wand from her hair, her loose curls cascading down her back. She waved it in front of the door and heard the lock click, which was always a good sign, at least no one else had entered her rooms. She pushed the door open with her back, holding the wine in her other hand again and walked into the darkened room. With another wave she shut the door, plunging the room into near darkness.

Her senses finally caught up with her, and she heard something that shouldn't belong in her room. She leaned down and placed the wine bottle on the floor at her feet, and still holding her glass. She muttered Lumos under her breath and shined the wand light around the space.

Hermione gasped when her wand light fell upon a bed, but it wasn't empty, and it wasn't her bed at all. She had gone one door too far, and had somehow ended up in Antonin's room and was being given quite the show. His eyes were screwed shut, and he must not have heard her, as he sat up in the bed, leaning back, his hand closed tightly around his erection as he pumped himself quickly.

Hermione licked her lips at the sight of the pink, swollen member and how it was standing up straight, glistening with a few drops of pre-cum but begging to be used. She drained her wine glass and made a decision. She was going to get some, so she could finally relax and go back to her job. Sure that she wasn't making this decision because of the alcohol, she stripped her cardigan from her body and kicked her shoes off. She stumbled as she attempted to step out of her jeans.

She was at the edge of the bed, near Antonin's feet when she pulled the t-shirt from her body, leaving her in nothing but her bra and knickers. She breathed in deeply, and his eyes finally fluttered open.

Hermione was surprised when his cheeks flushed, a deep red coloring his cheeks and he made to grab the blanket next to him. He paused when instead of walking away, she moved closer and climbed onto the bed beside him. Her short legs struggling briefly with the height.

"Let me," Hermione said her voice low and husky as she offered, holding out her hand in the dark room.

Antonin swallowed but made no move to do anything else, and watched as Hermione's hand grasped him near the base of his erection and began to move up and down; caressing his hot steel until he grunted her name on his lips.

Hermione felt her core clench and dampen when she heard her name, and with newfound bravery, she sat up and lifted her leg to bring over him, her core now brushing his tight abdomen as she straddled him. It had been an incredibly long time since she had enjoyed a good fuck, and she knew just by looking at Dolohov's size that she would need to adjust for him.

She hovered above his erection and moved her hips just so that the bulbous end of his member rubbed through her slit, making both of them moan. She grinded down, feather-light when he would run over her clit before she would begin her slow thrusts. Hermione reached out and rested her hands on his shoulders, holding herself steady.

"Fuck me Dolohov, show me what you can do," Hermione commanded her voice firm, but he could hear the need behind it.

He carefully laid his hands on her hips and lifted her slowly, he lined her core over his massive shaft and brought her down until just an inch was spreading her open. Hermione hissed at the intrusion that was mixed with a little sting and a lot of sensation.

Hermione grew more frustrated as he continued to only allow her an inch at a time, and she leaned forward and grabbed his lower lip between her own teeth and bit down hard, stopping when she tasted the metallic taste of his blood.

"Oh solnyshko, you will be patient, or I will tie you to this bed," Antonin said his voice low but the command in it was not lost on Hermione and goose pimples erupted over her flesh. "Say you understand witch?"

She truly loved when a wizard took control, but most wizards had no clue. In fact, she would bet her best friends would call anyone a liar if they were told that Hermione Granger, Brightest Witch of Her Age loved to be dominated in the bedroom. Hearing his low, command caused a rush of fluid to leak from her core. She bit her lower lip and waited.

"Yes sir, I'll be patient," Hermione answered, her response automatic even as her frustration grew as he sank only another inch. She wanted to growl loudly as he continued to tease her with what had to be the slowest entry in the history of the world.

Hermione's need spiked when he sank another inch brushing against the very edge of her spongy spot, and she tried to force her weight down, growling as she did it. Her growl turned quickly into a shriek as she found herself suddenly on her back, and Antonin was above her, his hips nestled into the apex of her thighs, his cock removed from her core. She wanted to cry, and about did when she felt one of his hands leave her hips and trail up her body, leaving feather light touches in its wake.

Antonin gathered both of her hands in his own, dwarfing her small fingers until he could hold two in at once. He brought them over her head, and with a quickly muttered spell, Hermione felt ropes appear and hold her steady. In the same moment, ropes tied themselves around her ankles and spread her open.

"Now solnyshko, I can have my wicked way with you, and you cannot rush me," Antonin purred, his lips caressing the shell of her ear, raising the hair on the back of her neck.

Hermione whimpered, for a moment the survival part of her mind kicked in and wanted to scream and curse him and later she would wonder how in the world she ignored this part of her. Above her, nestled in between her thighs was a man who had once tried to kill her, and she had the scar to prove it. Yet, she laid there, legs tied open, hands bound above her head and she was leaving a wet spot on the soft sheets.

She wanted this man, only Merlin knew why, but her need was starting to make her emotional and she knew if something didn't happen soon she would dissolve into tears.

"What would you like me to do first? Clamp your beautiful nipples, lick your core, or do you want me to skip all the fun, and fuck you senseless?"

Hermione opened her mouth and closed it again, this couldn't be happening, she wanted it all. "All," she whispered unable to pick just one.

"All of it, what a perfect little slut you are. Alright solnyshko I will give you everything you want, but you will ask me for every orgasm, and I will spank you red if you orgasm without my approval. Oh, your safe words are yellow and red, they seem fairly self-explanatory," Antonin said, leaning forward to kiss her softly on her nose. He lifted his hand up and with a breath of wind a few of the candles on the chandelier flickered out, leaving them with just enough light to make out themselves but left the rest of the room in near darkness.

With a few words under his breath, Antonin waited, and Hermione's door flew open, her nipple clamps soaring towards him. He caught them with deft skill and brought them to his mouth. He held it there for a few seconds before he grasped the other, and this time he clamped his tongue between it and tested the strength. He made a quick adjustment to both of them before his fingers went down to her bra.

To be continued. . .