A/N: So sorry this is late! It was a crazy day! I'm uploading this differently than usual, so here's hoping that the formatting works. Anywho! This chapter is where the story starts earning that M rating! All my love! -Nyxxi

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Antonin walked into the study and over to a table in the corner of the room that held a decanter and glasses. After pouring himself two fingers of firewhisky, he walked over to the sofa Rabastan was on and sat down next to him. He took a sip and then leant his head on the back of the cushion. Not a moment later, his companion spoke.

"We can't have her here, Toshka. Potter will lose his mind if he finds out you've taken her. It's only a matter of time before someone notices she's gone and we have Aurors beating down our door to save the princess from the big bad death eaters."

Sighing, Antonin said, "I don't know that anyone will notice for a bit."

"Pardon? A war hero gets kidnapped by a former Death Eater and you don't think it is going to cause trouble? You've finally lost your mind, haven't you? She's Hermione Granger, not some random bint from off the street. What the hell happened today?"

"Granger was at La Lune with the female Weasley. They were in the backroom...the one near the kitchen? I could hear most of the conversation because the sinks are right on the other side of the wall. It's a flaw in the wards of the room. They accidentally set the perimeter to end just past the walls. I've never said anything about it because it is amusing to listen to what people talk about when they think no one is listening."

Rabastan nodded to him as if this made complete sense...to the former Slytherin, it probably did.

"They were planning something...by the sound of it, it was the Potter/Weasley wedding. She barely talked the entire time...yes, no, sounds good, I'll check. Eventually, Granger drew the meeting to an end and Weasley left. She asked for a seltzer and that's when I started to feel the darkness creeping towards me. It compelled me to go out and see what was happening. All that rage, hopelessness, and more than a fair share of loneliness… Merlin, the energy radiating off of her. It was black as pitch. She is drowning in it. I haven't felt anything this dark since just after the War. I think Bella's dagger had something to do with it...not to mention that Granger wasn't the shining beacon of the Light that everyone thought she was. I maintain my belief that if she had been born to a Dark-aligned, Pureblooded family, there would have been no way to defeat the Dark Lord. She's more devious than anyone knows."

Rabastan observed the way that his companion spoke about the muggleborn. He heard a longing in his voice that was not present when he was speaking about other people. There was something about Granger that called to Antonin. He wanted to know what it was. Maybe he could draw it out of him.

"So, the Golden Girl has some demons to exorcise?"

"I imagine so. She doesn't seem to have an effective outlet for them though. I was frozen in place, feeling the pressure build to dangerous levels around her. I couldn't get to her at first. I tried. It wasn't until her magic seemed to realize that she was going to hurt herself and decided to call out to me that I was able to get closer. Magic knows. The sentient kind of magic that she possesses is rare...it will take care of its host, no matter what. It asked for help before she did..."

Antonin's gaze faded out of focus as he recalled the feeling of her magic reaching for him...beckoning him towards her to help. The seductive quality of it...as if whispering to him...come closer, you know you want to. She had always had a magnetic effect on him, but the dark tinge to her magic was new. It was heady...full of promise and debauchery. Antonin knew that she was so much more interesting than anyone gave her credit for. He shifted unconsciously in his seat and missed the raised eyebrow his companion sent his way.

With a slow grin, Rabastan nudged him and asked, "...what did it feel like...her magic?"

Antonin flinched and deadpanned, "Like magic."

Rabastan rolled his eyes and turned his body towards Antonin. "Nuh-uh. Don't do that. Not with me. No evasions. What did her magic feel like? It clearly had an effect on you."

Sighing, he pleaded with his friend, "Rab...leave it, please. Now is not the time. She just almost bled out on your settee."

Rabastan took his hand and started tracing patterns on his palm. "Did it feel good? I know it did. Maybe it was like the sensation of silk sliding across your skin, fingers running over your body…caressing you, inviting you."

Antonin felt a shiver go through him at the way Rabastan's voice dropped an octave.

With a last-ditch effort to end this conversation before it veered off course, Antonin prevaricated and tried to pull his hand from the other man's grasp.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Holding on tighter, Rabastan began to pull him closer. "You're full of shit, Toshka. Admit it. It felt amazing…" He leant forward towards the other man's ear and whispered, "I'll bet it felt like sinking into a pool of liquid lust."

Antonin let out a low groan and grabbed onto Rabastan's leg. Shaking, he asked the man the only question he could think of. "How would you know that?"

With a sinful chuckle, Rabastan pushed Antonin back against the couch as he slid to his knees in front of him. Gazing greedily at the evidence of the effect he had on the man, he began to answer the question.

"I was at the Manor during the war when she was brought in. She wouldn't tell my psychotic sister-in-law, may her soul burn in hell, anything. Even when Bella started in on her, she just wouldn't say anything. Her magic started to well up in her and I could feel it reaching out for help. From the feel of it, she was in excruciating pain but she also wanted nothing more than to rip the heart right out of the bitch. It was absolutely fucking intoxicating...called out to me like a siren. I wanted to wade in and never leave."

Antonin gasped as Rabastan began to rub him over his trousers. He grabbed the arm of the couch and held tight. As the button at his waist was popped, a moan escaped Antonin. He was aching from the teasing that Rab had been putting him through and thinking about Granger's magic affecting them both. As a hand fisted his length, he tried to pay attention to what the other man was saying.

"She's something...other. After that night, everything changed. My preconceived ideas of the superiority of purebloods were obliterated. She bled just as red as I did. She withstood the Cruciatus for an increasingly longer time until it was damn near 10 minutes straight. She was incredible. I've seen Sacred 28 lose themselves in far shorter times. If it weren't for the war, I don't think anything could have stopped me from pursuing her. I've wanted her for a long time."

Antonin hissed as he was finally freed from the confines of his trousers. With his patience beginning to unravel, he put a hand on Rabastan's head and applied a small amount of pressure.

"I know, Rab...we both have. Whether she knows it or not, she's about to see what two determined men can do when they set their minds to something. With your cunning and my wit, she doesn't stand a chance. Enough of this, though. I've grown weary of your teasing. Open your mouth."

Rabastan shuddered at the intensity in Antonin's voice and did as commanded. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed the sensitive head and hollowed his cheeks. Sliding up and down his length, he brought a hand to the base to work the area he couldn't reach.

"Mmm...yes...moy horoshiy...good boy...that's it."

Rabastan was picking up speed as the wet sounds of him lapping at the cock in front of him echoed in the room. Antonin brought his hands down and grasped the sides of his lover's face, pulling his hair off and to the side so he could see his wet length entering and exiting the warm cavern of his mouth. His eyes fluttered as he felt the first signs of his impending release. Tightening his hold on Rabastan's hair, he began to guide the man lower till he felt the back of his throat. Thrusting his hips up a couple of times, he groaned as he felt Rabastan's throat close up as he fought the urge to gag. The sight of involuntary tears welling in the other man's eyes as he pulled back was more than Antonin could handle.

"Unh...such a good boy...I'm gonna cum. Swallow it all down."

The tingling sensation ran from the base of his skull and down to his toes as he felt the euphoria burst over him. With a loud groan, he spilt himself into his lover's mouth and watched as he swallowed everything he had. Eyes fluttering, he ran his palm over Rabastan's hair lovingly.

"Spasiba, zvezda moya. Come up here."

Levering off his knees, Rabastan sat next to his lover and leaned his head against the man's shoulder. With a sigh of contentment, he began to close his eyes when a flash of movement near the door caught his attention. Staying still, he watched as Hermione Granger began to back away from the door. The look on her face was one of panic at the prospect of being caught...but underneath that panic, Rabastan could plainly see arousal. Smirking to himself, Rab began to plot how best to use this knowledge to their advantage. Toshka may have been the Ravenclaw, but Slytherins were just as well versed in knowledge and its applications in plotting a favorable outcome. As he silently plotted, he felt Antonin's breathing slow down as he drifted off into a nap. Figuring that he'd know the situation when it presented itself, Rabastan allowed his lover's breathing to lull him into sleep as well.

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Moy horoshiy - my good boy

Spasiba, zvezda moya - thank you, my star