This fic is dedicated to Lady vampire of vampires

Warning for Smut

Chapter Twenty-One

Molly was sitting at the table when they returned to the Burrow. She was wearing her nightclothes and cradling a cup of hot chocolate. It filled the air with milky sweetness and swirling steam. The moment she saw them, she jumped to her feet and began to pour two more cups from a copper pan that was set on the stove.

"Did you have a good time, dears?"

George grunted, grabbed his cup and made his way up the stairs. "I'm going to bed."

Hermione pressed her lips into a thin line and tried to prevent the angry words she wanted to shout after him from slipping free. The stupid prat was so caught up in his own misery that he couldn't see how much he was hurting his mother. She narrowed her eyes and made her way to the table. Molly was fussing with a teacloth in the effort to hide her tears. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Barty disappearing out of the back door but didn't turn to look at him. Her stomach twitched with the knowledge of what would happen later. Of what he would do to her. Of what she would let him do.

She pulled out a chair and sat down. "You're up late," she said as she reached for the mug of chocolate to still her nervous hands.

"Hmm, Arthur was called into the Ministry."

Hermione put the mug she was about to drink from back down. It landed on the table with a soft thump. "Cormac was called away too. Do you think something happened?"

Molly frowned. "I'm sure it's nothing,"

Hermione wasn't so certain about that. Something must have happened that was big enough that the Ministry was asking staff to come in after hours. She wondered if Harry or Ron had been called back as well. As that thought settled in her mind, she felt the familiar worry she'd lived with at Hogwarts fill her chest. It was oddly comforting in a disturbing kind of way.

"You should go to bed, Hermione." Molly leant across to pat her hand, "take your chocolate with you."

"It's okay, I don't mind sitting with you," she said.

Molly smiled softly. "I know you don't, but it's late and I'll be up myself very soon."

Hermione nodded, picked up her chocolate and began climbing the stairs. The closer she got to her room the more jittery she became. Her stomach churned sickly. Once inside, she put the hot chocolate down and lit a candle. She didn't know what to do. Should she undress?Where should she wait for him? Under the covers? On top of them?

Chewing her lip, she glanced at her bed and felt heat flood her cheeks. She immediately pressed her hands against them in the hopes of cooling down. It didn't work. Her heart thudded and sweat trickled down her back. It was absurd. Not ten minutes ago, she'd witnessed those horrid games and yet now all she could think about was what would happen when Barty showed up. Not the snapping of bones or the burning of flesh but how it would feel to taste Barty's kiss again. She dropped her hands and rushed to the door.

Her teeth. She should brush her teeth, and probably try and do something with her hair. Hermione ran across the hall to the bathroom and promptly began to do both at the same time. She could hardly bear to look at her reflection as she frantically brushed her teeth and ran her fingers through her hair. As soon as she'd finished she returned to her room and pulled off her shoes. After a moments hesitation, she withdrew her wand and cast a contraceptive spell before placing her wand on the bedside table.

And then she was faced with the same dilemma as before. Sucking in her bottom lip, she began to pace back and forth. Her hands lifted to her stomach in an effort to settle the somersaults it was preforming. A floorboard creaked outside of the door and she froze. It was swiftly followed by another and she sagged, realizing it was Molly retiring for the night. And that meant Barty would be arriving soon. Her mouth went dry as she recalled the look he'd given her. It has been filled with dark intentions.

Several minutes crept by, as the Burrow settled with various creaks and groans. She continued to chew on her lip as she stared at the door and waited impatiently. Her hands fluttered around like restless birds. First to pat her hair, then to pull on her dress, before repeating the process again.

Another creak sounded from outside the door, it was softer than before, almost deliberate. She held her breath when the handle began to turn. It seemed to take forever for the door to open enough for Barty to slip inside. The moment he did, he closed it with a gentle click and turned to face her. The candle light only partly illuminated his feral expression. His eyes looked feverish as he stared at her and there was a peculiar stillness about him that made her heart thump at twice its normal rate.

"Um, I wasn't sure-"

"Shh," he interrupted, indicating that she should pick up her wand. "We're going to need a silencing charm."

Her stomach clenched at the implication his words held. Blinking, she stumbled towards the bed to retrieve her wand. Her hand shook as she reached for it. The moment it was in her palm she felt calmer, more in control. She straightened and prepared to cast.

"Make sure it's a strong one, Hermione," Barty said directly into her ear.

She gasped, twisting to face him and wondering how he'd been able to sneak up on her so quietly. He stood close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. Her stomach tightened at the hungry look he gave her and she took a small step back to give herself room to breathe.

She raised her wand and prepared to cast.

"And more light," he said, before she could utter a word. "I want to see every inch of you."

Heat rushed into her cheeks as she nodded. Her voice was no more than a whisper as she mumbled the two spells. The room brightened when several more candles sprung to life, throwing out a warm amber glow. Hermione put down her wand and shuffled in place. Her eyes darted around the room in nervous anticipation. Barty was only a step away but she didn't dare look at him. The nearest she came was the toe of his boot.

As the seconds ticked by she grew braver, her gaze reaching his knee, and then his thigh before noticing the red mark on his palm where the burn had been. She stared at it for a long time, remembering the manic look that had spread across his face when his flesh had been sizzling. He'd enjoyed it. Just like he was enjoying her discomfort and thinly veiled panic now. There was an inherent need to hurt both himself and those around him that broke her heart. She was beginning to understand that he used it to gain control over his insanity.

Hermione pulled in a calming breath and finally met his stare. As she'd suspected, his dark eyes were drinking in her unease. She smiled softy and lifted her hand to his face. His jaw was rough against her fingertips and his eyes flashed in silent warning.

"You're going to have to show me what to do," she said.

His hand came up to snatch her wrist as a sly smile curled his lips. "I don't require you to do anything, little bird." He dropped her hand and circled around until he was standing at her back.

Hermione shivered when he swept her hair to the side and reached for the zipper on her dress. Her skin prickled when he began to pull it down agonisingly slow. Cold air hit her skin as the material parted. He didn't say a word and neither did she when he slid the dress off her shoulders. She trembled when it caught on her hips and he had to use his fingers to tug it off.

Her hands fisted at the sight of it pooled at her feet. A barely there touch skimmed up her spine, pausing at the clasp of her bra before that too joined her dress on the floor. Instinct made her reach up to cover herself.

"Don't," Barty murmured into the skin of her neck.

She froze, face flushed and eyes fixed on the wall in front of her. His breath scalded her skin as he allowed his palms to brush down her sides and under the elastic of her knickers. Every nerve in her body felt electrified as he slowly lowered them down her thighs, knees and then calves. Hermione swallowed down her terror. She felt Barty step away from her and barely resisted the urge to turn and cover herself.

Her eyes closed when he brushed past her. She could feel him looking at her and it made her shiver in both fear and pleasure.

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

Hermione opened her eyes and glared at him. He was standing in front of her, a cruel expression twisting his features. Barely leased madness looked back at her. Even now he wanted to hurt her, swallow her screams until they filled his chest. It thickened the air between them and made it hard to breathe.

"You want to hurt me, don't you?" she asked, folding her arms across her waist.

Barty's cheek twitched, "yes." His eyes moved over the scar on her chest. "But there are different ways to make you scream."

Heat pooled in her pelvis at his softly spoken promise. When he didn't move but continued to study her, she scowled and lifted her chin.

"Are you just going to stand there?"

He smirked and stepped towards her. "It would be rather difficult to fuck you from here, don't you think?"

A furious blush rushed into her cheeks. "I-"

"Sit down Hermione."

She was slightly affronted by his order but did as commanded. Mainly because she didn't know what else to do. Her breath stilled when he came to a stop in front of her, his crotch level with her face. She could see the outline of his arousal pressing against the fabric of his pants. When his narrow fingers came into view her eyes widened in alarm.

Barty chuckled, "not that."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not yet," he added.

Her eyes flew up to his face, his expression was darkly amused as he cocked an eyebrow and tugged the bottom of his shirt out of his pants. He continued to watch her as he slowly began to undo the buttons. Her fingers twitched and she pressed her legs together as his pale chest was revealed. He didn't bother with all the buttons, just enough so that he could pull the shirt over his head.

Hermione's eyes trailed over his narrow chest, noticing the countless scars that were scattered across his skin. He was as slim as she'd expected but wiry with surprisingly ropey looking muscles. A tiny smattering of dark hair disappeared into the waist of his pants. Pants that he was now undoing. Her gaze caught on the Dark Mark emblazoned on his left inner forearm. It was shockingly dark against his pale skin.

"Lie back," he commanded.

She blinked and gazed up at him.

Barty's face was completely blank as he regarded her. His hand came up to fist her hair. "I said: lie back, Hermione." He tugged on her hair until she tipped back onto the bed.

Her heart thudded, something low down inside her pulsed. She fixed her eyes on his narrow lips. "Will you kiss me?"

His pink tongue flicked out to trace over his bottom lip, "Oh, yeah."

Before he'd even finished speaking, Barty had sunk to his knees, separated her thighs, placed the right one over his shoulder and bent down to swipe that pink tongue along her wet folds. It was so unexpected, so intense, that Hermione stopped breathing. Every single muscle went stiff as a whimper escaped her throat.

She almost doubled over when his fingers pulled her flesh apart and his lips started sucking insistantly on her clitoris. She gasped, her heels digging into his back and the bed. A tingling, prickling sensation spiralled out from her centre. Her back arched and her hands clutched the blanket. All she could do was hold on and fight to breathe. She felt the orgasm building inside her. The tell-tale twitch of everything below her waist clenching. She couldn't hold back the strangled moan that fell from her lips. And then Barty pulled away.

"Uh," was all she managed to gasp out.

"Did you like that?" The bed dipped as Barty leant over her.

Hermione opened her eyes and then had to close them when she saw how his chin and lips glistened from her wetness. "Why did you stop?" she whispered in a strangled voice.

"Because I mean to torture you Hermione." His fingers brushed aside a lock of hair that had fallen onto her sweaty forehead. "If I can't do it with pain, then I'll do it with pleasure."

He bent down to press damp kisses to her neck, biting lightly at her skin as he moved to her collarbone. She hesitated, before lifting her hands to his warm shoulders. He tensed beneath her fingers and she hid a smile in the soft strands of his hair. Perhaps he wasn't the only one who could torture with his touch. She tested the theory by running her nails down the back of his arms.

Barty hissed and pulled back, his eyes narrowed at the smirk she couldn't contain. Slowly, while never removing his gaze from her, he fingered the scar that ran from the centre of her chest to the curve of her hip. Then he retraced the same route back up, this time sweeping his fingertips to the side to circle her nipple. It was done with such slow deliberation that Hermione couldn't help but squirm. She felt pinned beneath his stare and completely unsettled by his empty expression.

"I don't like to be played with, little bird."

Sensing a shift in his mood, Hermione frowned. "I wasn't playing. Am I not allowed to touch you?"

His eyes seemed to search her face and she had the odd feeling that he was puzzled. Had he really expected her not to want to touch him? Had anyone ever wanted to before?

She felt her heart melt and made to reach for him, but he quickly batted her hand aside and scowled.

"Barty-"

"Don't." The hand on her breast moved down her stomach. "Just let me do it my way." His hand paused above the neat curls that darkened her mound. They hovered, waiting for her permission to continue.

After a long moment she nodded. His palm cupped her and she sighed, tipping her hips when his middle finger parted her to rest against her clit. She was so slippery that he only needed to move it the smallest amount to make her moan. He rubbed along the side of her hard nub, the edge of his nail catching her in the most delicious way.

Hermione closed her eyes and clamped down on her lip. Barty continued to torment her, using the same pressure and rhythm to drive her to the edge. She was sweating, and the heat of him next to her made her feel like she was on fire. She wanted to reach up. To touch him and pull him near, but she didn't dare in case it made him withdraw from her again. The bed dipped and she opened her eyes to see him moving to kneel on the floor.

Their eyes met and she gasped at the savage look he gave her. His finger continued to caress her, but slower, before dropping down to circle her entrance. His other hand grasped the back of her knee, slid slowly up the outside of her thigh, travelled over her hip to pause at the apex of her legs and open her dewy folds with his fingers. The cool air made her tighten and pulse.

And then his head dipped down and hot breath brushed her weeping flesh. Hermione held her breath and pressed her back into the mattress at the maddening friction. He still held her open and used the thumb of his other hand to manipulate her clit. She moaned, tossing her head to the side and shifting her hips. Then he began to draw small circles, alternating the pressure from hard to soft and back again. The sensation immediately made her stomach flutter.

Just when she thought she might explode, Barty used his tongue. He dipped the moist tip into her quivering passage. She felt herself try to pull him deeper into her, but he backed away to sear her with his hot breath. The entire time he continued to draw those maddeningly slow circles. She let out a frustrated hiss and thumped the blankets.

"Barty, please, don't...ahhh!"

His tongue was stroking into her again. Fucking her with stabbing thrusts that weren't nearly deep or hard enough. She felt the familiar tingle of impending orgasm and canted her hips. Her pelvis tightened and her sensitive flesh began to flutter. She pushed her heels into the bed, seeking to press herself more tightly against him. And then she came, screaming and whimpering, chanting his name, her fingernails digging into her palms to leave blood-filled crescents. Her hips jerked as the spasms rushed violently through her, before gradually tapering off.

Barty continued to lap at her and make those tight circles with his thumb. It was almost too much. The sensation skirted the edge of pain and Hermione had to reach down to tug on his hair to make him stop. He ran his tongue up her slit to suckle on her engorged nub, chuckling when it made her flinch. But he didn't stop. He let his teeth painfully graze her over-sensitive clit, forcing her into another orgasm. Hermione screamed, the silencing charm absorbing her desperate cries. It was longer, more intense than the first and when it was over she sank boneless into the mattress.

She felt him pull away but didn't have the energy to open her eyes. The air smelt musky and the only sound was her gasping breaths and then the slide of fabric against skin. Hermione felt her nerves return as Barty removed his pants. She wanted to open her eyes and look at him but wasn't sure if it would make her more anxious. So instead she remained in place, trembling as he eased onto her bed. His skin felt blisteringly hot where it touched her.

Gathering her courage, she opened her eyes and met his stare. His eyes looked black in the soft light. As she watched, his tongue darted out to tap the side of his lip. The thought of where that tongue had just been made her blush a furious shade of red. Barty saw her mortified expression and smirked.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. He was going to use that against her in the future. She could tell by the nasty set of his lips.

"You haven't looked at me yet." Barty teased.

"I'm looking at you now," Hermione replied.

He reached up and curled his hand around the back of her neck. "Only my face. Are you scared to look?"

"A little." She saw no point in lying to him.

"Then feel instead." He shifted his hips until the hot length of him touched her hip.

Hermione blinked. Surprise and alarm widened her eyes. "I...should I...do you want me to-"

"Quiet." The humour had leaked from his face to leave his usual stern expression in place. "You know what to expect?"

She swallowed and gave him an uncertain nod. "It will hurt."

Barty hummed and removed his hand from her neck, skimming it down her side. "Spread your legs for me."

Hermione bit her lip and did as commanded. Her stomach flipped when he moved over her, positioning himself between her thighs. She kept her gaze fixed on his face when he reached down and grasped his cock. He slowly drew it back and forth along her sticky folds, spreading her wetness on his hard member. She gasped when the broad head rubbed over her clit. His eyes darted up to hers and he did it again, taking pleasure in her desperate whimpers. And then he slotted himself against her tight passage.

Her hands reached up to hold onto his shoulders and although he tensed, he didn't tell her to move them. She held her breath when he started to push in. The pressure gave way to pain as he surged inside in one hard thrust. Hermione clenched her teeth and hissed. Her body twitched around him and she was more than a little grateful that he didn't start moving right away. She bent her knees and the motion tilted her hips, allowing him to slide in completely. She tried to relax, forcing her attention away from the uncomfortable fullness and onto his body.

He was pressed against the length of her body, his chest touching hers, his face buried in her neck. The sharp bumps of his hipbones dug into her. His balls touched the curve of her bum. He wasn't as unaffected as he pretended to be because she could feel the rapid beat of his heart against her skin. She should have felt trapped. But she didn't.

An endless moment crawled by, Hermione's body adjusting to his side. When the pain faded into a dull ache, she spoke, "you can move now."

"Orders, little bird?" he muttered into her neck.

Hermione let her hands move from his shoulders and into his hair, "a suggestion."

Barty grunted and moved up onto his elbows. He didn't say another word as he withdrew and slammed back into her. She grimaced, expecting the pain to return, but all she felt was the sensation of being stuffed. He pulled out again, skin sliding on skin before once more forcefully thrusting into her. He kept unwavering eye contact with her the entire time he fucked her. An intense stare that seemed to sink into her brain.

The feel of him moving inside her was insanely distracting and she had to close her eyes several times. But when they fluttered open Barty was still watching her. She felt heat pool between her thighs and clenched in anticipation. The move made Barty's rhythm falter, so she did it again.

"Hermione," he warned.

She smiled innocently.

His eyes narrowed and he increased the pace. Pushing into her with brutal force, his hips making a snapping motion at the last moment. It touched something inside her that skirted close to pleasure and she gasped. He was relentless, his cock splitting her open again and again. She felt the familiar tingle build in her spine but knew she wouldn't come this first time. The feeling of him stretching her was too new. So instead she focused on him. Of giving him pleasure. His eyes widened in surprise as he peeked into her mind and saw her intention.

She tightened around him again. He snarled. She pulled her hands from his sweaty strands of hair and drew her fingernails down his back. He shuddered and slammed inside her to the hilt, twitching as he came. When he'd finished he sagged against her, his skin sticking to hers. His hot breath seared her neck, drying the droplets of sweat.

They remained like that for a long time, until finally Barty pulled away and began to roughly pull on his clothes. He didn't say a word to her as he left the room. Hermione looked at the ceiling and fought back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. She understood, of course. He didn't know how to act. Her desire to put him first had confused him. It had probably never happened to him before. She wondered if it would send him over the edge, or perhaps into hiding.

He was used to that after all. He'd been forced into doing it his entire life. She pulled in a tired breath and crawled under the covers. They felt itchy against her sweat-slicked skin. She closed her eyes and wondered what he was doing. Was he staring into the dark? Or was he lost to madness and fighting to regain control?

Either way his abandonment hurt. Even though she knew that hadn't been intentional. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't keep a few tears from slipping out from under her tightly closed lids.

Some of you may know I have a love/hate relationship with writing smut. It takes me twice as long as normal. This time I had the help of Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen, who offered me a bucket load of words to help me on my way; impale, thrust, stroke, shove, force, shaft, cleft ect. She was particularly fond of 'tunnel', he tunnelled into her. She's also a stickler for limb placement, during a scene. Which is perhaps why she read the chapter multiple times...at least that's why I assume she read it more than once ;)

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