Chapter Twenty-Nine – Apartment of Antonin Dolohov and Rabastan Lestrange – 11:22pm


"Why didn't you tell Rabastan about Greyback's return?" Hermione asked the naked wizard next to her. She had crawled into his bed after Rabastan had fallen asleep on the couch and he hadn't kicked her out so she decided to try talking to him for once.

"Did you come here just to interrogate me?" She heard him ask roughly, a bit angrily from the tone. He always got like that when he was tired.

"No," she muttered, running one of her hands over the hair on his chest, loving the feel of his muscles rippling underneath the pads of her fingers. There was something much more primal at the forefront of her mind concerning the man.

She felt one of his hands raise and slide into her mane of hair, clenching it just enough for her to feel. "I'll answer your question as long as your pretty little mouth works as well," he said softly into her ear, sending shivers through her entire frame.

It was hard for her not to completely lose herself into Dolohov, he was magnetic in ways even she didn't understand. Whether it was the hint of danger that followed him or his mysterious aura, she didn't know. All she did know was that she wanted more and more of him.

So she let her hands trail down until she was grasping his hardened flesh in her hands and leaned down to place delicate kisses on the already weeping tip. She heard the pleasurable hiss above her as well as the increase of pressure on the back of her head, urging her to stop teasing. So she opened her mouth and slide the length of him inside of her, letting him set the idle pace as he began to speak.

"Rabastan has enough to deal with already. Greyback wasn't a subject that he needed to be privy too."

As Hermione came up for air, she asked a different question, "How did you know about his return?" He pushed her back down and she resumed her ministrations as he groaned lightly.

"I've been speaking with an old friend of mine. He keeps in contact with the old circle who passed along the information. There aren't many secrets considering our lot as of late. Any piece of information could help."

She heard him chuckle slightly, "It was certainly useful in escaping from a pretty witch's evil little clutches."

Hermione ran her teeth gingerly along the sensitive flesh and had the man above her cursing at the sensations. She cackled internally as she got her own sort of revenge against the wizard for that jab at her.

She came back up again and asked next, "Who gave you the information then?"

"Going to report me to your Auror boyfriend?" She heard him ask lazily as she bobbed her head up and down once again.

"He's not my boyfriend," she said angrily as she released his cock with a loud 'pop'.

She could practically hear the sneer on his face as he bit out, "Could've fooled me."

Huffing slightly, Hermione instead got inspired to do something a bit rebellious. Leaning down again, she fondled the wizard's rigid flesh in her hand as she licked the whole length of him, eliciting sharp inhales from Dolohov.

"I don't do this for Harry," she whispered huskily. "I never did this for any other wizard either."

If it was possible, she could feel the man grow even harder in her hands at her words. So she took it as an invitation to keep going, regardless if he ever actually answered her questions or not. She meant what she had said early. She wasn't there to interrogate him.

But as she grew a bit quicker in her movements, she heard the wizard above her exhale harshly before telling her, "Yaxley. I got the information about Greyback from Yaxley."

Yaxley… She remembered Harry telling her that people had spotted him in Bristol a few months ago. He was one of the Death Eaters that had returned under mysterious pretenses. Maybe Dolohov knew though?

Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she decided not to ask him anymore questions until the two of them were content and sated. It was much easier to talk to the man when he wasn't wound up so tightly. And the point between her legs seemed to be great for relieving his tension.

After a few rounds, the two lay on his old rickety bed, just listening to others quickened breaths slowly start to recede into normal breathing. "Do you ever think there will be a moment when either of us get tired of that?" She asked, voicing her thoughts aloud.

"I don't know about you," he said slowly, "but I doubt I could ever get tired of you."

You, he said. Not this, not sex. But Hermione herself. Somehow that connotation meant so much more to her. He wasn't just interested in her because the sex was phenomenal. He was actually interested in her.

Turning onto her side, her eyes took in the hazy, darkened sight from the underside of his stubbled jaw. Pushing herself up slightly, she placed a delicate kiss against the roughed skin, whispering to him, "I don't want to get tired of you."

"Ty nuzhna mnye…" She heard him breathe out before his arms wrapped around her and settled her petite frame against his larger one.

She had absolutely no clue what he had just said to her. But from the tone of voice, it sounded almost like a declaration of love. After a few moments of silence and listening to him breath, Hermione was primed to fall asleep, but before she did, she heard the man next to her mutter out,

"Greyback's a dead mutt walking. I'll kill him before I let him have you. I'll kill him, his whole pack, and every fucking werewolf out there if I have to."

Hermione slept with a small smile on her face that night.