A/N: Soooo...I'm late. Whoops!
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Not long after Antonin left to meet up with Rabastan, Hermione slowly began to wake. She rubbed her eyes and began to look around.
Where am I and whose library is this? Hermione thought to herself.
Not sensing any immediate danger, she gave herself the chance to take stock of what she could remember of her day to this point. She remembered waking up in her own bed...a pleasant surprise to her as she rarely had enough energy to make it there. She fed her familiar, read the Prophet, had her morning cuppa and then showered and dressed. It all seemed pretty normal to her.
Sitting up and beginning to push the blanket off of her, she quickly realized that she was naked and that she felt very weak. It was rare that Hermione found herself completely vulnerable since the War, but here she was.
Alright… Reassessing the 'not in any danger' thing… What the hell happened to me? Where am I? Where are my clothes?
Taking a deep breath, Hermione attempted to take stock of her body. She didn't feel any pain in any 'delicate' places, but couldn't help checking. The War was ugly and shit happened that made her much more aware of the monsters lurking in the dark. Closing her eyes, she delicately inspected herself. No swelling, no moisture, no cuts that she could find. Heaving a sigh of relief, she realized that she wasn't going to find anything out about her surroundings by lying down.
Pulling the blanket around her, she shakily stood up and looked for her purse. Ever since the war, she always wore it crossbody to ensure she never lost it. Finding it on the floor beside her, a small amount of calm washed over her. Anyone who meant her harm wouldn't be likely to leave her belongings nearby. She quickly pulled her wand and a change of clothes out of the purse.
As she was starting to pull on a worn pair of jeans, she froze.
Breathe Hermione, she coached herself. Push through the fog in your head. Taking a steadying breath, she thought, I'm sure there is a perfectly logical reason why it looks as though every scar you ever received happened yesterday.
"Focus," she whispered to herself.
Dragging on the jeans and pulling a sweater over her head, she used her wand to pull her hair up and sat back down on the couch to begin the second half of cataloguing her day.
She remembered that she had stopped at Flourish and Blotts to pick up a new book that she had ordered and then swung by Snow's Apothecary to replenish her stock of headache tonic. After that, she walked to La Lune to meet with 'Miss Marrying-the-Savior-of-the-World.' It wouldn't have been so bad if Ginny wasn't such an ungrateful brat, but that was beside the point. It was as she recalled why they had met that the memory of what happened next hit her.
"Oh, Merlin, Morgana, and Maeve. What have I done?"
If it hadn't been for Dolohov, she probably would be buried under the rubble of that restaurant instead of sitting in a very nice library. That was the first time that the darkness had broken free of her control. Usually, she just had to deal with nosebleeds when the magic got too worked up. Hermione knew that she owed her life to Dolohov. Gazing around, Hermione again wondered whose library she was in. Standing up, she began to look around the room to keep herself occupied. If it hadn't been for the fact that she still was in an unfamiliar place, she'd probably find herself pulling books off the shelves and sitting down to read. As she still didn't know where she was, she pushed the thought away.
Moving from shelf to shelf, she saw many charms, arithmancy, and dark arts texts along with a large assortment of journals and other miscellaneous reference materials. Whoever owned this library, she was willing to bet they were at least passingly intelligent.
The image of Dolohov crossed her mind and she considered the man who had saved her life. She hadn't seen him since shortly after the war. Oh, she knew that he was still in England, but it was only because of Harry and Ron being Aurors. They'd mentioned that the Death Eaters that had been captured the night of the Final Battle had been detained and sent to Azkaban to await trials. She was shocked to learn some of the information that had come to light during said trials. Not everything had been as it seemed during the fighting.
For one thing, Draco Malfoy came forward to talk about how Voldemort and his sycophantic aunt had forced him into service by threatening Lucius and Narcissa's life if he didn't comply. Remembering what it felt like to make a difficult decision to save a parent's life, she'd felt a bone-deep sorrow for the life he had been forced to lead. Though she had never said anything, she kept tabs on him. If there was ever anything that she could do to help him, she would make sure she put the effort forward. When she had heard that he, along with several other exonerated former Death Eaters, was having trouble with "random" searches from the Aurors, she had leaned on Harry and Ron to see what they could do to stop them. Making life even a little bit less stressful for someone who understood some of her struggles, even if he didn't know it, was one of the only things that kept her going anymore.
Another thing that came out during the trials was that Rabastan Lestrange, long thought to have been an active participant the night of the Longbottom's torture, had been forced along by his brother and sister-in-law. He had been a newly marked Death Eater and his brother brought him along as a lookout. He hadn't wanted to be there and, after spending time pacing back and forth outside of the home, had decided to leave them to their fates when the Aurors arrived. The right to a fair trial was not something that was viewed as necessary to the MLE during the First Wizarding War. Subsequently, off he was sent to Azkaban.
This time around, fair trials had been assured. Several former Death Eaters had either had their sentences commuted or been given a sentence of time served. It was incredible to see the level of unrest that had existed in the Death Eater ranks. Snape had provided several statements as to the names of the men and women who had been there solely due to fear. People such as Salix Parkinson, Pansy's older brother, and Coralee Greengrass, Daphne and Astoria's eldest sister, had been marked to protect their younger siblings. Others, like Draco and Marcus Flint, had joined to protect their parents. Everyone had their reasons. While some had truly believed...some others had no choice.
That's where Dolohov came in. An abusive drunk for a father, Sergei Dolohov had moved his family from Russia to London in the late 1960s. A young Antonin had just been reaching school age. Sergei had fallen in with a group of men and women who were to become the first Death Eaters and he had promised his only son to the enigmatic man leading the pack. While at Hogwarts, Dolohov had been a bit of a loner. He had a thick Russian accent and few friends. It wasn't until his 4th year when a young Severus Snape had asked him to help him with his charms work that he had finally found a close friend. He hadn't fit in with his fellow Ravenclaws, because of his father's "political affiliation" and he wasn't from one of the long-standing Pureblood families of Britain that attracted the Slytherins. Hufflepuffs found him too dark, Gryffindors loathed him for all of the above reasons. Snape had been a steady friend throughout his remaining 3 years at Hogwarts and, unbeknownst to anyone else, a confidant during the war. It had been through Dolohov that Snape had gained some of the vital information he had passed on to the Order. It had been a circus the day of his trial when Snape had willingly taken the stand on Dolohov's behalf. No one had been expecting it.
That trial was one of only four that Hermione had attended. She had stood in support of Professor Snape, Draco and Narcissa Malfoy, and Dolohov. If she were being honest with herself, that had been one of the final nails in the coffin of her relationship with Ron. During her time on the witness stand, she spoke of her interactions with each of them throughout the war and answered all of the questions that had been posed to her.
The most uncomfortable questions had been regarding why she was acting as a witness for the defence in the Dolohov trial if he had attacked her on multiple occasions. She answered honestly and detailed how each of her interactions with the Russian man had not been nearly as frightening as everyone assumed they had been. She explained that she held no ill will towards him for the spell he had sent at her in the Department of Mysteries because she had silenced him first. During a battle, being silenced was a serious handicap and if the shoe had been on the other foot, she said, she couldn't have guaranteed that she wouldn't have done something similar. As for the cafe in Tottenham Court, she had been the one to break the Taboo and he just so happened to have been on the team sent to investigate. Every spell he had sent her way had mysteriously gone off course and they were able to subdue the two men rather easily. Her final interaction with the man had been towards the end of the Final Battle. She detailed the state she found him in as she was running to meet up with Harry, the look of resignation in his eyes as he accepted his fate, and finally, the surprise as she looked away and kept running. It was his final words to her that had sealed her regard for him. She hadn't known any Russian at the time, but she had looked up the phrase when things had slowed down. So simple, but thank you goes a long way.
Coming back to the present, Hermione began to walk towards the rear of the library. As she was walking around a row of shelves, she heard a sound from a room off to her left. With all of the Gryffindor recklessness she contained, she tiptoed over to the door to peek inside.
Her hand flew to her mouth to smother the gasp that threatened to expose her snooping. Seated on a couch in the middle of the room was Dolohov and, on his knees before him, was Rabastan Lestrange. Hermione felt heat begin to spread throughout her body as she took in the look of lust in Dolohov's eyes and the way Rabastan began to caress him.
It had been too long since she had been with a man...depression and poor timing wreaking havoc on her love life. Ron had left her a broken mess and she had not had a relationship since. A few one-night stands with Muggle men and the vibrator in her nightstand drawer had been all she had for comfort. Even that had stopped recently due to the fact that the faceless man she fantasized about had gained an unexpected face. A face she was currently seeing in real life.
She attempted to pull herself together and focus on the conversation they were having, but it was proving difficult. She heard Dolohov gasp and saw Lestrange rubbing the sizeable bulge in his trousers only to loosen them a moment later. Biting the inside of her cheek, she was able to push back the wave of need that had welled inside of her temporarily in time to hear the next part of their conversation.
"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."
Eyes widening, she felt her breath catch. Rabastan Lestrange wanted her? Had done so for a long time? It was unbelievable. It was insane. It was...flattering? Arousing, to be sure. Tuning back in as she heard Dolohov hiss and saw him place his hand on Rabastan's head, what she heard next had her body trembling and her knickers flooding.
"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."
Oh, Merlin! At the hint of steel in Dolohov's voice, Hermione shuddered. Voices were a particular weakness for her and the command in his gravelly tone was almost too much. Watching Rabastan open his mouth wide, engulf the sensitive head and hollow his cheeks, she felt her legs on the verge of giving out. Without a doubt, this was the single most titillating thing Hermione had ever witnessed. Seeing these two stunningly handsome men engaged in something this intimate made her wish for things she hadn't dared to imagine in a long time. Hearing Dolohov admit he wanted her too was just too much. The man who had been haunting her fantasies wanted her as much as she wanted him.
"Mmm...yes...moy horoshiy...good boy...that's it."
She saw Rabastan picking up speed as the wet sounds of him sucking the cock in front of him echoed in the room. Clenching her legs together, Hermione watched as Dolohov brought his hands down and grasped the sides of his lover's face. Dolohov pulled Lestrange's hair up and to the side and Hermione had a clear view of his wet length entering and exiting the warm cavern of Rabastan's mouth.
"Uhh...such a good boy...I'm gonna cum. Swallow it all down."
Hermione shivered as she watched Dolohov hold the other man's head down as he convulsed and came in Rabastan's mouth. She could feel her arousal drenching the seat of her jeans and slowly began to back away from the door as she saw Rabastan lever off his knees to sit down next to the other man. The last thing she needed was for the men to realize that she had been spying on them during that private moment. When she was far enough away from the door that she felt she wouldn't be caught, she turned and hurried over to the settee she woke up on.
She sat down and tried to calm her racing heart. Circe, she thought, that was incredibly hot. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, Hermione wondered how she was supposed to be able to look the men in their eyes after seeing what she had. Shaking her head, Hermione decided that she was going to have to have a long talk with both men when they emerged from the other room. Until that time, as she was still feeling as weak as a day old kitten, she decided to take a break. Laying her head down on the cushion of the settee, she thought to just rest her eyes a moment and was asleep before she knew it.