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Hermione knew she was being confronted by a very dangerous man, even if she didn't have weapons to defend herself.

She wrapped the towel tighter around herself, though her hand felt shaky.

"I will not stoop to indignify myself by fighting with you, Dolohov," she called him by his last name to put some emotional distance between them. "Especially when the playing field is so uneven, I have no wand!"

Antonin showed her his empty hands. "I have no v'wand either." He grinned down at her. "Let's play a game of cat and mouse."

"What is that?" Hermione spat. She hated the way his eyes were burning through her. It made her feel so weak and vulnerable...and bloody naked, literally, really under the towel. "Some Russian version of tag?!"

"Da, maybe." He licked at his lips. "I v'will count to 10 and v'you will hide in the house, then I will come to find v'you."

"This is totally unfair!" Hermione pointed to her towel clad body. "You have to give me time first to change into my clothes." She grabbed her nightgown from a bar on the wall. She was not fond of the frilly ridiculous pink garment but it was better than nothing, and she certainly did not want to relinquish it anytime soon.

"Uh uh," Dolohov growled and yanked his grandmother's frilly dowdy nightgown out of her hands. He threw the nightgown at the floor. "This makes v'it more fun v'when I find v'you."

"THAT IS TOTALLY UNFAIR!" Hermione hissed, her cheeks flooding with blood. He'd probably yank the towel off her when he found her.

"Da. Now hide. 10, 9," he began the countdown without giving her further warning.

She wanted to yell and curse him and call him at least ten different names but she did not waste a further second. She knew full well what Antonin was like when he started counting or telling her to run. His mood could change from nice to mean in a matter of seconds.

Hermione ran out of the bathroom, still clutching the towel. She tried to think in panic where she could best hide best would give her the highest survival chance of not being jumped by this dark wizard. In panic she searched for a closet to hide in. Her thinking was that maybe between the countdown and Dolohov finding her, she might have time to change into some of the clothes hanging in the closet.

With that plan in mind, she dodged into the spare closet in the hallway and closed the door after her.

Blindly, in the dark, she tried to quietly feel around for an article of clothing to wear that would cover her satisfactorily.

She removed the mystery clothing, which felt like a long cotton shirt in the dark, from the hanger and lowered her towel. She threw the shirt over her head
and was blindly trying to do up the buttons when Dolohov shouted 'Aha!' and whipped open the closet door.

She shrieked and fell over, stumbling onto the floor, as she tripped over the shirt, or rather dressrobe's long edges.

"Are you v'wearing my old uncle's dress robes?" Antonin said and frowned. "Tisk tisk v'you should not take clothing that is not yours." He lifted her off the ground and over his shoulder again, patting her bum as she hung helpless in the air.

"What choice did I have?" Hermione screeched and hit at his back. "Now let me go! Put me down!" She was more than aware that she wore no underwear under the cotton shirt and with her legs in the air, Dolohov probably had a more than ample look up her legs.

"No I have found v'you fair and square, v'you are my prize!" Her eyes grew as big as saucers as he slapped her bare bottom with his rough palm. Then she saw what direction he was walking them towards: the bedroom, and even greater panic set in.

"Why are you taking us there?" She gulped down a lump in her throat. "It's not night time yet. I don't need to sleep!"

"Ha ha, I do not intend v'you sleep either, my ptitsa," his hand ran upwards to feel her bare thigh and she held back a groan. "V'you sleep too much and do not do enough for v'your master!"

"You are not my master!" Hermione shrieked as Dolohov yet again dropped her onto the bed. This time her body was not sore, however, and she bounced comfortably onto the soft mattress. Though she was still annoyed that he continued to insist throwing her on the bed like she was some kind of ragdoll.

Dolohov hopped onto the large mattress after her and crawled on top of her, pinning her beneath him with his arms. Her eyes were wide with fear, and something else, as she looked up at him, their faces only inches apart.

"You may find vhat is not true, any v'longer, I have sorted things out with v'your family today."

"What?" Hermione felt her temper boil up in rage at his blatant lying. "That is impossible! There is no way you could find my family, I have hidden my parents completely, you can't ever have spoken or hurt them in a million years, you liar!"

Antonin growled dangerously while staring down at her, his dark eyes warning her to not push his temper. "Do not call v'your husband 'liar'. I tell only da truth, babushka. I've meant v'your family Weasleys and Potter."

"Oh? You spoke to them, how?"

"They found me! V'your friends care for v'you very much, they're causing all kinds of trouble, trying to find v'you."

"They found you? Then why are you here, how did they not capture you?"

"V'You underestimate v'your husband." Antonin tutted and he lowered his body down to meet hers as he kept his upper body's weight in his arms right over her.

Hermione's heart beat against her chest. "You didn't hurt Harry or Ron?"

"I did not get da chance but told them v'you are safe with me and v'we are in v'union together."

"Oh, I'm sure that went down well with Ron," Hermione almost laughed. Ron would be seething in jealousy and frustration even though they had broken up more than a year ago.

"V'why was he your boyfriend this Vron?"

"Nevermind," Hermione said quickly.

"No, I v'want to know." there was a steely determined look in his eye. He probably would not let this subject go until she told him.

"We dated. For a little while. It did not lead anywhere."

Antonin shifted his weight so that he could use his left arm to lower his hand to her stomach. "Vron did not...?" he asked with raised brows, something glimmering in his eyes.

"No. I told you no one." Hermione shifted uncomfortably under him. "Not that it's any business of yours."

"Good. If he had, I might have needed to kill Vron."

Hermione's eyes widened. But a second later, Antonin broke into peals of laughter.

"I am v'only kidding, ptitsa! Oh you should see your face! No, your Vron is fine!"

"Jerk," she muttered and pushed back at his broad chest.

"Vhou like me."

She turned her head away from him and tried to concentrate on staring to the side of the bed, at the floor, at the wall, at the clock. Anywhere but up into his glorious eyes.

"Hey, I'm v'here!" Antonin said and then did something that startled her. He lowered his whole body to rest on top of hers, without putting his whole weight on her. There was nothing separating their bodies except their clothes.

"Don't crush me again, please," she said and squirmed beneath him. "I'm serious, that hurt when you landed on top of me that one time."

"Hush, I am not a cruel man." He lowered his lips to make out with her. At first, when his lips met hers, she resisted but soon she found her own mouth opening and responding to his touch, without even realizing. Oh bugger it. Yet she continued. Not that there was anywhere else to go with Antonin literally squishing her into the mattress.

Helplessly, she couldn't stop herself from panting against him as things got heated and her own hands flew into his hair to grab wildly at his long locks.

"Oh yes, show me ptitsa how v'you care," Antonin groaned as he ground his hips against her and continued to pelt her with kisses down her throat and neck and back up to her lips. The bulge tented his pants as he ground against her...and she could feel it.

"Oh god, oh god, what am I doing," Hermione panted. Yet she couldn't stop. She was addicted to his lips once more. Addicted to his touch. "Toni," she moaned and found her own hips grinding against him.

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a/n: OK if you think Hermione is just going to give into him now, you've got the wrong girl. More fighting and arguing is definitely going to happen and its a bit shocking what will happen next, I promise.

HUGE THANK YOU TO EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED! :D :D Another update tomorrow if we can get past 80 reviews! I really hope we can get past 100 reviews by the time this story is finished. Also I think it's just about 10 chapters more til the end. Then I need to write a sequel novel if there's interest because obviously Hermione can't just stay with Antonin whether they are married or not, or he keeps her or not.