Rowle fulfills a long held fantasy. Hermione frustrates Mulciber during questioning. Harry Potter challenges Voldemort. Hermione is rescued! Next chapter: facing Anthony!
Hermione and Rowle stared at one another. He strode over, picked her up and carried her, kicking and screaming, crying and begging, out of the room. He gave one hard look over his shoulder as he left.
"And that, my friends, is the patented 'Touch my woman and you WILL die an UGLY death!' look of Rowle possession!" Yaxley laughed. "We'll be much better off to simply try and torture some answers out of the girl."
Dolohov sighed. "And I was so hoping to be able to finish the job this time. Damn boy had to go and win the short straw!"
Voldemort laughed at them. "Ah, my boys, there are plenty of Muggleborns still out there, just waiting to be tortured and killed. One little Muggleborn girl isn't the end of the world. Right now, all I'm worried about is how to kill that blasted Harry Potter!"
"She should have some idea of his weaknesses, right?" asked Mulciber. He wasn't one to contribute too much to the discussion. Most of the time, while everyone else was paying attention to the Dark Lord, he and Rowle would be having heated arguments about Quidditch! Being Beaters on opposing Quidditch teams would bring out that particular trait!
"Personally I could care less about questioning her. I just want to go cause some more chaos!" McNair stated. "Isn't there any business somewhere that needs a few minutes of havoc wreaked on it?" he pouted as he looked around.
Voldemort knew it would be a good while before they saw either hide or hair of Rowle or Hermione Granger. He decided they would go out and have a revel. Rowle was normally the first one up and ready for one. He'd been planning Granger's capture for three years, though. Nothing would distract him now that he had her in his hands!
He commanded Bellatrix to stay and keep her eyes on the Malfoys. He still hadn't forgotten that they had allowed the Trio to escape years ago. He didn't need them allowing his strongest warrior to be caught by surprise. He thought that either Yaxley or Dolohov had once told him the young man kept his room tightly warded. That would be necessary in case the Order attacked before they returned. Rodolphus and Rabastan went with them as well.
Draco and Narcissa exchanged glances as they looked towards Lucius. They'd all heard the screams and realized they were moving away from the drawing room. "Is he taking her to his room?" Draco asked.
"Sounds like it." Said Lucius. "At least he's giving her that much privacy, Draco. He could easily have slung her to the floor and taken her down there in their midst."
"Very true, Draco. It wouldn't have been the first time that happened, either." Narcissa told her son. She shuddered at the memories of having to watch as random Muggleborn women were thrown down and raped in her drawing room.
Bellatrix strolled into their sitting room. "Oh, listen to that! Ah, I love it! The sound of terror is so sweet!" she gushed. The Malfoys were silent. "Oh, don't be so down, everyone! You know Rowle has been planning for this a long time now!"
Draco sighed. He wished there was some way he could help poor Granger. With Bella's eagle eyes on them, though, there was no way for any of them to get a distress message out.
Down on the first floor, Rowle had carried her into his room and dropped her on his bed. As Hermione scrambled off the bed and flattened against the wall, she watched him closely. He waved his wand around. The door locked and seemed to fade into the wall. An old fashioned phonograph began playing soft music that sounded vaguely familiar to her. He slowly turned to face her. He pointed his wand at her but sent a nonverbal spell. She braced herself for pain but nothing happened. He was smiling at her. He slowly reached up and twisted a portion of his own hair into a ponytail and stuck the wand through it. His clothes seemed to merge into a formal dress robe over a black tuxedo. He strolled over and held out his hand to her.
"May I have this dance, Granger?" he asked softly. She stared at him in disbelief. He looked over to her side. She turned and there was a mirror. She gasped at her appearance. If she didn't know her own reflection, she wouldn't have recognized herself. She remembered this dress. It was the periwinkle blue dress she'd worn to the Yule Ball her fourth year. He had somehow recreated her appearance from that night!
"Rowle? What is this?" she asked, finally taking his hand. She wasn't sure what kind of trick this was. But if it kept her out of his bed, she'd gladly dance with him.
"The night you came down to the Yule Ball in this dress, it blew my mind, Granger. I'd not paid much attention to you before then, you were only a fourth year after all. But this dress, it cemented you into my memory. All I could think of, that whole evening, was trying to NOT kill Viktor Krum every time he touched you!" he pulled her close as they slow danced around the room. She recognized the song now. It was the same opening song from that Yule Ball.
"I was scared to death that night. I wasn't very good at walking in heels. I was scared I'd fall down the stairs. Then I was afraid I'd dance all over his feet that night!" she laid her cheek against his chest. He chuckled at her.
"I wanted to deck Krum so badly, grab you up and disappear with you. But I'd already been warned by Professor Snape to be on my best behavior. That was all that saved Krum that night!" he told her quietly.
"Krum wasn't the worst part of that evening." She said remembering what else a happened.
"Yeah, Weasley almost got tossed off the Astronomy Tower the next time we were both up there. Had I been any closer to him, I definitely would have given him a shove. I didn't want HIM anywhere near you, either!" he rubbed his face against the smooth up do as he pulled it loose. Her hair tumbled down around her shoulders. She shivered at the feel of his fingers, combing gently through it. She'd never been able to resist someone playing with her hair. It was how Ron had gotten his first kiss from her. Anthony loved playing with her hair.
She hadn't noticed them getting closer and closer to the bed. He had very carefully avoided it. He had to play this just right. He knew she and Goldstein were together but they weren't married yet. As long as she was still single, he still had a chance! He could feel her relaxing as he played with her curls. He just needed to keep her distracted long enough to have his way with her.
With that fought in mind, he leaned down and kissed her. Not enough to alarm her, just a quick peck on the lips. He was pleased when she allowed it. By this time, they were almost parallel with the bed. Before she could object, he had her laid down and in a full blown kiss. He kept one hand in her hair as he ran the other hand down her side. She stiffened and tried to pull away until he cupped her cheek and gently nibbled her earlobes. Apparently they were another soft spot as she immediately gasped and arched against him.
He reached behind her and had the dress unzipped before she knew it. Trying desperately to keep Anthony's image in her mind proved impossible as he bared her breasts and worked his magic. His hands and lips were pure magic as he weaved his spell around her! Before long, they were naked and moving together. A long gasp ending in a moan spelled the end of her innocence. They tumbled over the edge and faded into sleep, breathless and satisfied.
The next morning, Rowle was greeted with a shriek as she shoved him away from her, off the bed. He cursed as he hit the floor with a loud thump! "Bloody fucking hell, Granger, you trying to kill me?!"
"What the bloody hell was that last night?" she seethed. He smirked at her.
"You should know that, Granger. Muggles call it wish fulfillment." He shrugged casually as he answered her.
"You arrogant wanker! How dare you! I'm engaged to be MARRIED!" she screamed at him.
"Don't you blame it all on me, Granger! I wasn't the only one enjoying myself last night!" he growled at her. "Maybe you're not as happily engaged as you thought, aye?"
She gritted her teeth. "l am PERFECTLY happy with my engagement, thank you very much!"
"Really? In that case, you shouldn't have been so happy to respond to me last night then! Which is it, Granger? You were happy or not? Because I can tell you, from where I was laying, you sounded awfully fucking happy to me!" he snarled.
She shrieked again, almost incoherent with rage as she threw a pillow at him. "Get out! Get out right now!"
"I don't HAVE to get out! It's my bloody fucking room!" he yelled. She snarled with rage as she pulled the top sheet off the bed, wrapping it around her as she dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and locking it.
He laid there a moment, rubbing his hands over his face. Once he was fully awake, he remembered that he still had to allow the others to 'question' her, aka torture her. He wasn't looking forward to it. He'd have to restrain himself from killing them all for hurting her!
He stood up and smiled wickedly. He strode, naked, over to the door. Using one of the few spells he knew wandlessly, he opened the locked door and entered the room. The door slammed shut behind him as a muffled shriek was heard from within.
In the drawing room, the Malfoys had deigned to join their fellow Death Eaters. They were all sitting around the coffee table or leaning on walls around the room. Rowle came in, pulling an angrily screaming Hermione behind him. He conjured a straight back chair, pushed her into it and tied her down. He kissed her long and hard, then backed off. He waved his hand at her as he looked at the others.
Yaxley and Dolohov were too busy sniggering to even think about questioning her. The Lestrange brothers were also having trouble concealing their laughter. McNair was eagerly waiting to go wreck more havoc somewhere. Bellatrix had already been told she wasn't allowed to question the girl. The Malfoys could care less. That left Mulciber as the only one to step up. Voldemort had never seen him question anyone. He hung back to observe his interrogation skills.
"Harry Potter has gone out of the public eye. Where is he? What is his weakness?" Mulciber questioned her.
Instead of answering him, she asked a question of her own. "What's your name? I know everyone else but I don't know you! I don't answer questions unless I know who I'm talking to!"
"Mulciber. Now answer the questions!" he snapped.
"Mulciber what?" she evaded answering again.
He sighed with exasperation. "Don't you mean what Mulciber?"
She gasped. "Your first name is WHAT? What kind of parent names their child What Mulciber?!"
He rolled his eyes at her. "My first name is NOT what! It's not your business what my first name is! Just answer the damn questions!"
"You're a Beater! For the Appleby Arrows, right? Is that why you can't remember your first name? Took too many Bludgers to the head? Don't worry! You're not the only one! Rowle's taken one too many Bludgers to the head as well! Kidnapping a witch is a very serious crime!" she scolded Rowle as she taunted Mulciber. By now, everyone in the room, even Voldemort and McNair were sniggering helplessly at her.
Mulciber snarled as he backhanded her. "ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTIONS! NOW!"
Hermione snarled back. "You bloody wanker! You best hope I don't find out where that damn Neanderthal has hidden my wand! I'll Confound you so far into next week, your bloody great, great, great, grandchildren will have trouble remembering their bloody first names, too!"
Just then, an owl fluttered into the room. It flew straight to Voldemort. It had an envelope attached to its leg. He had already released the letter before he realized it was a Howler. He tried to drop the letter but it was too late. The letter began to smoke, then words began spilling from it!
"Moldy Voldy, pudding and pie,
Kissed the witches and made them cry!
When the wizards came out to play,
Moldy Voldy ran away!
Hey, Voldy, I got your nose! Meet me, front and center of Weasley's Wizardly Wheezes! Let's settle this, once and for all!" came the unmistakable voice of Harry Potter. Voldemort snarled, enraged! He and the other Death Eaters quickly Disapparated!
Five minutes later, the Order busted in, forcing Narcissa and the house elves to surrender Hermione Jean Granger to them. Turns out someone HAD seen Rowle make off with Hermione. Fletcher had only gotten around, that morning, to reporting her disappearance to the Order!
Hermione was simultaneously anger and grateful to the odious little man. On the one hand, she was angry he hadn't sent help immediately last night. But on the other hand, at least he HAD sent help