Surprisingly, I felt myself hit the floor. I was pretty sure from the shooting pain in my tailbone that I wasn't dead.
In my peripheral vision, I saw Antonin surge forward with a roar that shook my bones, transforming back into a bear mid-leap as he pounced over my prone body. He tore through a shocked Katie as if she were made of tissue paper, sending her broken body flying. However, he didn't stop there. As I rolled weakly to my side, struggling for breath, he charged towards the closest group of people, a few unfortunate Snatchers who were trying to scramble clear. His claws tore through them without mercy.
"He's berserking!" shouted Remus.
"Don't kill him," a voice shouted over the hubbub, and my heart leapt to recognize it as Harry's. However, Antonin was now raging towards Professors McGonogal and Sprout. Fortunately, one of them caused the rug to shoot out form under the bear-from of my husband, knocking him back. As he tried to struggle upright again, the rug wrapped itself around him, squeezing tight. For a moment I thought he had been restrained, but after only seconds he burst through it like some sort of furry super-man.
By some miracle, I spotted my wand on the floor only inches from my face. I snatched it up and staggered to my feet. I limped towards Antonin, still feeling like I was in a slow-motion dream.
"Antonin!" I tried to scream, although only a raspy whimper came out, "Antonin!"
He didn't seem to hear me, charging forward again as the professors fell back, wands drawn. I knew if I didn't stop him, they would.
With a yell, I leapt on the tattoed bear's back, wrapped an arm around his neck and disapparated us both with a crack. We re-appeared in the garden outside of the Lestrange Manor, the first place that had occurred to me. Although we had been thrown apart from each other on landing, we both found our footing easily in the thick grass.
I backpedaled quickly away from Antonin, not sure if he'd regained his mind yet. I knew that old norse bersekers had stayed in a war fog for hours or even days.
Antonin swung towards me, his tattoos now glowing electric blue through his fur. There was no sign in humanity in the bear's eyes, and he barreled towards me, teeth bared. I threw up a shield, which he slammed into with a dull thud.
"It's me, you idiot!" I yelled at him, as he picked himself up dazedly. He threw himself at the shield again and bounced off again.
"It's your wife!" I tried again. Suddenly, Antonin's paw glowed blue and he swiped through my shield, which fell away in tatters.
"I love you, you asshole!" I screamed, backpedaling, still reluctant to curse him even as he charged towards me.
To my surprise, the bear pulled up short, shaking his head as if he had water in his ears. He stopped, cocking his head to the side. After a few moments, he slid back into his human form. However, his eyes were still glazed over and he was shaking with rage. His face bore a grimace that would have sent most people running for the hills, which was only accentuated by a deep bloody gash running up one cheek.
I took a tentative step towards him, and was encouraged when he didn't respond by trying to rip my head off. I closed the distance between us and tentatively touched his face, on the non-bloody side.
Antonin's hand shot out and clenched around my wrist like a vice, a low growl reverberating through his chest.
"Antonin, you're hurting me!" I squeaked, trying to wrench myself free. His only response was to increase the pressure on my wrist and yank me into his hard body. For the first time in months, a sick, hot dread swept over me as I looked up at Antonin. Before I could totally lose my nerve, I reached up on my tip-toes and kissed him lightly, hoping to shock him out of his stupor.
Rather than releasing me, Antonin's other hand buried itself roughly in my hair, jerking my head up to deepen the kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth with a violence that shocked me even as a spark of electricity shot across my skin.
I felt my torso heating up where the tattoos were, nipples standing at attention, and suddenly a wave of energy swept over me. It was like when you're nerving yourself to jump from a high dive into the water, or about to cast a powerful and terrifying spell. I was kissing him back just as hard, needy whines escaping me as the ache between my legs reached a fever pitch.
Antonin grabbed my arse, fingers digging into my soft skin and lifting my body so he could grind his hardness against my aching core. I arched into him eagerly wrapping my legs around him,, desperate for more sensation. His mouth tore away from mine and he pulled my hair hard, exposing my neck to his assault. He licked and sucked and bit, and I had no doubt it would be a mass of bruises the next day. I whined again, low in my throat and pushed against him desperately, trying to get more friction.
Suddenly, Antonin dropped to his knees and let me fall to the ground before him. I barely let out an "oomph" of surprise before he was tearing at my robes, ripping them from me. As he threw my discarded bra to the side, I saw his eye catch on the swirling mass of tattoos on my ribcage, and his eyes seemed to clear a bit.
"Hermione?" he growled.
"Antonin," I begged, not wanting him to stop now when I wanted him so badly.
Antonin palmed my breasts, causing me to arch up against him.
"Alive," be breathed in a tone of wonder. He lowered his head and nipped at a nipple, his hand sliding down my stomach to cup my throbbing pussy, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I moaned, beyond words.
Abruptly, his mouth left my body and he leaned back slightly, hand still cupped lightly around my sex. The anger had left his expression, to be replaced with one of bafflement.
"Or are we both in land of ancestors?" he asked seriously, looking around him.
I groaned. "No, Antonin," I snapped, "We're alive. Katie Bell didn't have the power or will to stick with a cause. How could she possibly cast an Avada?"
"Mmmm," he hummed, looking content and running a thumb down my cheek. Much as I was pleased to have the human Antonin back, I was beyond impatient with the delay.
"Now fuck me, Antonin, or I swear I'll cut our cock off!" I huffed, arching against his hand. With a grin, Antonin ripped my underwear off, sliding them carelessly down my legs. His fingers probed my entrance gently.
"You want it?" he whispered in a low tone, free hand pinning my hip to the grass.
"Antonin, I swear to god..." I grit out, trying to arch up into his touch. With a smirk worthy of Malfoy, Antonin dove his fingers inside of me and my eyes rolled back in my head. His thumb chased light circles around my clit, and I bit my cheek to keep myself from begging him to fuck me already.
"So wet," he hummed appreciatively, "Can't wait to have my cock in you,"
I was already dangerously close to the edge, and as I felt his lips close lightly around my nipple I fell apart. Antonin mercilessly worked me over with his fingers as the wave of pleasure washed over me and left me gasping for air.
After a few seconds, the stars receded from my vision and I was able to focus on Antonin's face. To my shock, his eyes were once again so dark with fury they were almost black.
"Antonin?" I asked hesitantly, my hand absently reaching to him to trail down his taught stomach.
"Hermione. What the fuck were you thinking?" he asked quietly, fury vibrating through every syllable. I could feel his muscles tensed with the effort of keeping himself under control. This man was just an emotional rollercoaster today.
"What?" I asked in genuine confusion, my hand sliding deeper into the trail of thick black hairs that led to the part of him I so desperately wanted to touch.
"When you jumped in front of that spell," Antonin continued in a low voice, "When you tried to die,"
"I didn't," I shrugged, unconcerned. We'd both survived; I really couldn't see why he was making a erkling out of a bowtruckle.
Antonin grabbed my shoulders and shook me, "Never again!" he practically shouted at me.
I rolled my eyes at him ostentatiously and shook my arm free in order to run my arm down his still-hard cock. I refused to apologize for saving his life, if that's what he was going for. Git.
Antonin groaned, and his eyes rolled back in his head for a moment at my touch.
"You-" he grunted, breathless, "Are the most-" but apparently the ministrations of my hand left him at a loss for words and he trailed off into an unintelligible groan of frustration.
Without warning, Antonin grabbed my hips and flipped me over, forcing me to all fours in front of him. His hands gripped my hips with brutal strength.
"Merlin curse it, woman," he growled, "Spread your legs."
I froze for a moment, fear finally returning for some reason. Antonin didn't raise his voice, but rather leaned down and dragged his tongue up the column of my neck.
"Spread your legs," he whispered again in my ear. This time, I complied, the cool night air hitting my dripping pussy.
Smack! Antonin's hand hit me between the legs and I cried out, arching back towards him. I was so turned on at that point that the pain felt exquisite. I whimpered and looked over my shoulder to find his dark eyes drinking in the sight of me before him.
"Please," I groaned, pushing my arse even further towards him and begging for him to take me. I felt the very tip of his hot, hard member between my legs and gasped.
"Never again," he repeated angrily.
I groaned, past the point of witty comebacks.
"Fuck me," I begged. And, finally he slid slowly into my warm welcome. I lost myself in the delicious feeling of him inside of me and the world shrunk to just the two of us. I didn't give a flying fuck that if anyone were to apparate to Lestrange manor right at that moment, they would find the two of us fucking like animals on the lawn. My legs began to tremble as he slammed into me, filling me up with his delicious girth. I sank down to rest my face on the cool grass, causing his cock to hit a whole new part of me and making me see stars.
"Antonin, I'm going- I'm-" I panted, the familiar warmth racing down my spine.
"Fucking come for me, little one," Antonin rasped in my ear, his jerky breath playing on my throat as he leaned over me. One hand wrapped around my hip, rolling his fingers across my clit and the stars overtook my vision once more.
I choked out his name as I came, my heart pounding so hard I felt that it might rip from my chest. Were it not for Antonin's strong hands on my hip I surely would have sagged to the ground. Antonin's thrusts quickly became wild and jerky, and with a last deep thrust home I felt his seed splash my womb as he pulled my hips back against his.
With a final groan of "Oh, shit," Antonin rolled over on his side, ever mindful not to crush me, and pulled my small body to nestle against his. He dropped an exhausted kiss against my forehead, and suddenly I felt a wave of tiredness sweep over me, and then I knew no more.