Barty's POV-
The heat from the flames of the serpentine fireplace couldn't even amount to the anger coursing through my veins. All of the Seventh Year Slytherins gave me looks of mock sympathy. My tongue kept on flickering outside of my mouth erratically as I gripped my chair angrily.
"She's not going to be Dumbledore's next golden girl, no matter how hard he tries. She belongs to me…" I rasped, my eyes dark with anger and insanity. I sipped as elegantly as possible without shattering the goblet of Firewhiskey.
"So, what's the verdict, Crouch?" Regulus asked, fixing his crumpled uniform. I smirked. Regulus and Sirius had so much in common, no matter how hard the two tried to deny it.
"Being a whore again, Reg?" He smirked arrogantly and licked his lips arrogantly and licked his lips, eyes closed as he savored the taste of some random witches sex on his tongue.
"Gryffindors always have a unique taste, Barty boy. It's a dire shame that you'll never whore yourself out to one."
"What, whore myself out like you? To girls who'll fuck anyone with something between their legs? No, instead, I'll be marrying one." Regulus's eyes widened with surprise.
"The new girl with the fantastic rack? What's her name?"
"Hermione. Hermione Granger." Everyone froze in shock. It wasn't possible for Regulus's grin to get any bigger.
"Well, aren't you the lucky one? A pureblood witch from the line of Morgana herself. Fuck, how I wish I was you, Barty boy." I scowled slightly and downed the rest of my Firewhiskey.
"I didn't want her to be a Gryffindork!"
"So that's why you're spewing curses?" I glared at him.
"Yes, Regulus, that's why!" I snapped harshly. Regulus dismissed everyone else, a familiar wicked glint in his eye. He leaned in, nibbling on my earlobe.
"Calm down, Barty. You know fully well, as well as any Slytherin worth his salt, that what the line of Morgana means. Especially this one, the feisty witch. But that's not important. She's got your ring, yeah?" I closed my eyes, hissing with want as Regulus rubbed my stiff length with his hand. I bucked my hips, thrusting them forward as I growled.
"Yesss… My witch has my mark as well." Regulus chuckled softly, unbuttoning my school shirt, tossing the tie away before leaving a trail of kisses down my chest.
"Then you're all set. She's yours to- pardon the pun- fuck with. Lure her in, Bartemius. Seduce her." The tense, thick and angry air dissipated. I pulled him back up, licking my lips eagerly as my nimble fingers danced over the faded bite mark on his neck. He groaned, licking at my neck before he bit down.
"Such a whore, aren't you Regulus?" I hissed passionately. He keened low in his throat as I cupped his own length through his school pants.
"What would your betrothed think of this if she saw it?" He groaned. I smirked evilly and tilted his chin up, kissing him thoroughly. He moaned slightly, pressing his muscled body up against my own. When I pulled back, he stared up at me through lust ridden eyes.
"She'll learn to accept it, even join in. A nice balance in our relationship, don't you think?" His eyes flamed and he grinned darkly.
"Fuck. Hurry up, Barty."
"Yes, but first she must cut all ties with the Light. She must realize her true heritage. My precious girl thinks she's a dirty Mudblood!" His eyes widened in shock.
"Indeed. She has no idea of her fate. My beautiful goddess will come to us, without a single push from me. Seeing as my beloved Hermione is betrothed to a Slytherin, she'll be shunned by her peers in McGonagall's House. No matter how strong she is, she'll break down. She'll run, needing comfort. We'll take her to the Hidden Garden and comfort her most lovingly. Whisper in her ear that she'll be fine. That all Gryffindors are bigoted idiots, and she'll plead to be re-sorted, and we'll make sure that it happens. She'll be put into Slytherin. She'll trust only us, Regulus." I longed to say only me, but Regulus's purpose wasn't done yet. I still needed him. My eyes blazed with a dark fire.
"But what if she doesn't get re-sorted?"
"Then I guess I will have the privilege of fucking a Gryffindor. But that isn't important. My witch will beg for it, for us. I'll consent to teach her how to please me, and our trio will begin. By the end of the year, I'll have her married to me, my beautiful wife, pushing out my heirs, not knowing any better. She may be independent in some ways, but she'll be mine in every other way. Our Master will be so proud of me. To see that those who hold high morals can fall as easily as the rest of us. That they can be corrupted by the darkness. Soon she'll be as addicted to it as we all are."
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Hermione's POV
Sitting on my bed, I sunk back into it as I found my release. Why did he have to affect me this way, and so strongly? If I knew any better, I would've said that he managed to slip me a love potion. All it had been was a simple bloody kiss! I groaned and grabbed a towel, sighing as I looked at my new wand. Eleven inches dragon heartstring and a wood that I had never even heard of before. Fae Oak. I didn't even know it existed, and that was saying something. According to Ollivander, it was exceedingly rare. I decided to do some research later on.
"Hermione, are you back yet?"" I froze. Bloody hell.
"Yes, but I'm going to go have a bath." I shouted out, my heart pounding in my ears. I hoped to Merlin that he wasn't an Animagus yet, because I knew that if he was, he could smell my arousal already. I bit my lip and ran across to the adjoining bathroom and slammed the door shut. I slid down onto the ground, a rather loud sigh of relief leaving my lips. I groaned and a small laugh escaped me when I saw the bath. It was different to the one in my time. It looked like a miniature version of the Prefect's Bathroom, except it was made in the shape of a trapezium.
"Thank the Gods!" I sunk into the sweet scented bath water, the heat working on the knots in my shoulders and back. After what I had bee n through in the last twenty four hours, it felt fantastic. When Matthew Bellamy's voice began to chant around me, I sat up in shock. It wasn't possible! Muse wasn't even a band yet! I frowned, remembering that it was magic.
"Hermione? You'd best be getting out soon, it's almost midnight. You've been in there for three hours!" Barty yelled out from the common room.
"Who are you, my mother?" I teased.
"No, I don't have the curves for it." He purred. I laughed and hopped out of the bath, wrapping my towel around my body and used my wand to dry my hair. When I popped my head out the door, Barty was lost in a thick tome. I smiled fondly. No wonder we were Fated, I thought. He was much too engrossed in his book to pay me any attention. When I noticed that he was wearing glasses, I gulped dryly. There was something about it, that just seemed gorgeous. I smiled like a love struck teenager. It seemed that I was doing it a lot.
"Are you just going to stand there, precious?" He drawled softly. I blushed scarlet and quickly made my way back to my room.
"Shit." I heard Barty whisper softly, and I giggled, biting my lip as I shut the door behind me. I groaned as I hit the bed, burying my face in my new pillows.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with me? I'm acting like bloody Lavender around Ron!: As soon as I thought of it, I thought of how worried Harry and Ron must be. I knew that there was no possible way to go back yet as I had no idea what had set the ring off in the first place. Thinking on it, I wasn't even sure that I wanted to go back in the first place, even though I knew that I would have to. I grabbed a pair of underwear, pajama pants, top and a bra. I grabbed one of the school books that Dumbledore had bought for me as they were required by the school curriculum and walked out, sitting down on the other couch, ready to lose myself in the book. Every minute or so, either Barty or I looked up to stare at each other. I jumped in my seat when Barty catapulted himself out of his seat.
"Enough!" He roared. I looked up to see Barty's face aligned with mine, his lips devoured mine eagerly as he laid me down, his lithe form stretched out above me. My eyes fluttered beneath my eyelids and I gasped as he slid his tongue into my mouth, exploring my mouth wantonly. Flashbacks of our night together, when I lost my virginity to him hit me hard. My hands crept up his chest and into his hair. I moaned and begun to kiss him back. He growled low in his throat and pressed his body up against mine, his arousal lingering against my thigh. He smirked against my mouth and continued to draw me into his sinful kisses.
"Mine." He rasped throatily as he pulled back. I whimpered softly as he did so, much to his amusement and ego. He stroked my thick curls, laying his head in the crook of my neck. I gulped, my heart still racing.
"Barty? What are you doing?" He looked up at me, his eyes drawing me in as he held me tight.
"Thank you, my witch. I needed that." I flushed and closed my eyes, allowing myself to sleep.