A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Fantasy February Day Eight: Chasing demons away seems to be so much more fun on TV.

Word Count: 1132

Warning: sexual language, cursing, Ron bashing, character death

"I swear! If this is just another excuse to get into my knickers!" Hermione shouted, banging her hand against the dashboard. She and Ron were following another demon, the third one they'd taken on. Hermione was the hunter, Ron was just... well, he wouldn't leave her alone. She'd finally just started working with him in hopes one of the demons might slit his throat.

"It's not! I mean, yes, I want to do that but that's not what this is about," he argued, looking at Hermione. One his hands snaked towards her breasts. She smacked it away.

"You just told me you need to strip me naked to use as bait for a demon. How is that not an excuse? I also don't see why I should get naked for a demon. There's nothing about the victims they're killing that even suggests it is necessary."

"Yes, that's exactly what I said, wasn't it? It's true, you'd be perfect bait. You're beautiful, and demons do like girls that..."

"Girls that what, Ron?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. She had a feeling she knew exactly where he was going with this argument. She'd had it a million times it seemed, each time only made her question even being friends with Ron when he obviously wanted something else entirely.

"Girls that you know, don't..."

"Oh, bloody say the word 'virgin', I swear! And why would you even think I was a virgin anyway?" she asked. She was, but she wasn't about to admit that to him.

Ron looked at the floor of the car, his cheeks reddening. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Because I won't shag you? Merlin's balls, Ron. Just because I won't do it with you does not mean I'm a virgin, why don't you use yourself as bloody bait?"

"Because I've been with someone. You haven't," he argued.

"I have and it doesn't matter either way. I'm not helping you with this moronic idea either. Hunting demons looks so much more fun on the telly. Of course, on the telly it's two blokes and they're hot."

"I'm a bloke and I'm hot, besides, I'm the only guy you've even dated. No one else would want to shag you. You're too much of a prude," Ron argued. Hermione rolled her eyes, sliding out of the car.

"I'm not bait! I'm going to go shag the first guy I see so I can't be bait, bye," she snapped, slamming the door to the Ford shut. It caused the whole car to shake slightly. Hermione had nearly stormed to the end of the alley when she smacked into someone. She tumbled back, her foot catching the uneven stones of the alleyway. A strong arm reached down and grabbed her.

"Um, thank you. I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," she said, looking at the ground. She could see his leather boots, his black trouser. Her eyes slowly looking up at him.

"It is my own fault. I was distracted," he said, holding out a sheet of paper he'd been reading. He shoved it into the pocket of his black trench coat. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. They were incredibly black, a color she'd never seen in a man's eyes before. They seemed to see right through her.

"You wouldn't fancy shagging me to prove my idiot partner wrong, would you?" she asked, giving him an awkward smile.
"That is incredibly forward, Miss?"

"Granger, Hermione Granger. My idiot partner wants to use me as bait to attract a demon that we're hunting and it apparently only likes virgins, which I'm not, but he won't believe me and I told him I'd go shag the first bloke I found and that's where we are now... Wait... why the bloody hell am I telling you all this?"

"Because my dear, it's impossible to lie to a demon," he stated, giving her a toothy smile. Hermione squeaked loudly, finding she was unable to speak. She looked back at his eyes, at his face. She'd seen a few demons since this stupid hunt had started, so far, he was the most attractive one.

"Are you the one killing all those girls?" she asked.

"No. I'm hunting the same one as you, a nasty piece of work who needs to be sent back to Hell."

"I'm still not bait," Hermione muttered causing the demon to smile. "Do you have something I can call you? I mean, I know you can't give me your name since that would give me power over you. Wait, can you kill people? Like really stupid people who think they're God's gift to mankind?"

"You mean the guy with the red hair sitting in the falling apart car over there pretending he isn't watching us?"

"Yes, him. I like hunting demons, but it would be so much easier if my partner wasn't trying to get into my knickers every single moment of every bloody day."

"I would probably be trying to do the same, I'd just be more persuasive about it. He's a clumsy mortal. I could kill him, but then you'd owe me something. What could you have to offer me that I can't get on my own?"

"Demons like virgins, right?"

"Are you offering yourself to me, to be mine if I take care of the idiot?"

"I am," Hermione stated, figuring being with a demon couldn't be worse than the stupid things she'd been putting up with. Besides, he was a lot more attractive than Ron. Ron who had apparently slept with someone, despite the face he expected her to save herself for him. Ron, who had followed Hermione on the first hunt for the demon that had killed Harry. Ron, who hadn't stopped following her even after the job was done. Ron, who kept sneaking out at night, kept leaving Hermione in the dark.

"Deal, now how would you like him deaded? Accidental or murder?"

"Accidental, I don't feel like dealing with his family coming after us seeking to avenge him."

The demon nodded, waving his hands. Nothing seemed to physically change, but Hermione could feel something had shifted. She felt free, not under Ron's thumb.

"It is done, and Hermione, you may call me Severus, or Master, whichever you prefer. I'm staying at the Palm Arms room three nineteen, you can either follow me now or settle your affairs and meet me later. Either way, my beauty, I will have you and seal this deal."

"I'll follow you, there's nothing I need to settle," she answered, slipping her hand in his. "And I think calling you Master would be nice. Lead me away, Master," she whispered, letting him lead her from the alley while Ron choked on the piece of chicken he was shoving in his mouth.