She was beautiful, moving with such refined grace as she dodged Regulus's countless attacks. This was the warrior goddess that I saw that hid behind the façade of a reserved bookworm. This was the passionate witch whom I yearned to unleash unto the world. My witch. I licked my lips eagerly as I took in her form. I wanted to keep her to myself, but my Master had expressed his interest in her, and I was always eager to please my Master. Even if it meant that my plans for my witch got delayed for a while. I needed to please my Master, I needed to get back into his good graces. I watched with unconcealed amusement as my beautiful goddess continued to kick Regulus's ass. I frowned disapprovingly as Regulus eyed my witch greedily. The green serpent within me hissed and roared in anger as he eyed my witch. Originally, I had planned on sharing my witch. But she was much to precious to be shared. I needed to have her. I knew it was safe for my Master to be with her alone, as he was as asexual as they came. Not even Bella could turn his head, and that was saying something. I knew that he humored Bellatrix, taking her on as his 'lover' to prove that he was still partially human. He was held in God status among the majority of the Death Eaters, his once handsome features warped and twisted when he took the Imortalis Potion. It hadn't worked quite right, much to the dismay of his former Potions Master. An amused smirk graced my lips as I thought of the half digested Potions Master.
Turning my attention back to the duel, I watched my witch and my male lover with anticipation. Hermione was just toying with him now. The mad beast inside of me wanted to have my beautiful witch ever so much. In every way possible. Ever since she had fallen into my lap from the skies, smelling so wonderfully sinful, all I had dreamt of was taking her, fucking her. Claiming her as my own. I had many fantasies of her that had kept me entertained. Fucking her up against the wall, any wall at all. But, the most reoccurring dream was the one where she was beneath me, her wrists tied above her head with green and silver silk. She was beautiful, looking upon me with such adoration, that I could help but pound into dream Hermione as she whispered her love for me. My Master always spouted about how love was a weak emotion, and in some circumstances, I agreed with my Master. But if she was willing to love me, I would take advantage of it. I glanced back up at my witch, her entire body glowing with magic. I saw her flushed cheeks and heaving chest as Regulus sent a tripping hex her way. A snarl threatened to escape me. I cared not that she and Regulus were only playing. The dark possessive beast within me reared its head wherever she was concerned. I was glad of one of her terms. I would never allow her to become a Death Eater, even if she hadn't stated it as a term. It would mean that she would never be open for others to play with when 'pretty' Muggle women and Mudbloods were in short supply. My Master knew of my terms, and begrudgingly agreed to them. He had to, or he knew that I would never supply him with 'fresh meat' for the Death Eaters, which were always return in top condition, or the Death Eaters were to be punished severely. Being Head Boy and a Death Eater did have some perks for my Master, I thought darkly.
Regulus was a good duelist, I had to give him that, but compared to me, to be honest, his technique could be improved. A lot. He knew how to use his spells and hexes, but didn't know how in the world to strategize properly.
"Ready to give in yet, Hermione?" Regulus purred seductively. I scoffed. He had to result to using taunts to try and distract me from winning. I shot a disarming hex his way and a small smirk lit my lips as he only just dodged it.
"Oi! I said friendly, friendly!"
"Like you'd play friendly yourself, Black." He gave me a wicked smirk and shot a dark hex at me, which I dodged with grace. He growled and gritted his teeth before glancing at Barty.
"Can you see how much Barty is enjoying this?" He hissed, coming up from behind and grabbing my arms.
"Hey! No physical contact, remember?" He chuckled darkly and leaned in.
"You were the one who pointed out that I wasn't one to play fair, Gryffindor." He whispered huskily, his lustful tone sending chills down my spine. Regulus was a fine person to speak with, but I wasn't sure that I would feel anything towards him more than platonic. He was one of those attractive wizards who you could admire, but not touch. I didn't think I wanted to touch him anyway. Ginny was right. This 'fated' thing made any other types of relationships seem wrong.
"Stop it, Regulus." I hissed as he stroked my arms. He snorted and gripped my waist. I looked up at Barty. He looked furious.
"You did say you would share, Barty boy." He chuckled. I froze and Barty stared at me.
"Let go of her, Regulus. She's mine." He growled possessively.
"Going back on your word, are we? I figured you would. You always have had a tight hold on all things that you possess." I paled at the maniacal anger that Barty was showing. He was shaking with it. He saw my fear and smirked, approaching us. Regulus's smirk faded as he caressed my cheek. I stared up at him, my eyes frantic with worry.
"Regulus, sometimes you Black's are just so fucking gullible." He spat, pulling me into his chest. I clung to him, scared. Regulus may have been a tease, but he didn't deserve Barty's anger or insanity. I spun around, staring at Regulus with wide eyes. Regulus stepped back warily. I tried to loosen Barty's grip on my waist, but it only seemed to increase.
"Let me go!" Barty snarled angrily, his nostrils flaring.
"You wish to return to his embrace?" He sneered. For such a skinny wizard, he was exceedingly strong.
"No, but you need to calm down!" I shouted at him, refusing to let his anger get the better of him or me.
"Stop wriggling, witch. I only have so much restraint." He rasped, his tongue flickering out of his mouth erratically. He watched me blush and pushed me up against the closest wall. He glanced at Regulus and smirked arrogantly.
"She's mine, Regulus. You'll not touch her. And if you do, well, let's just say that Master will hear about it, and neither of us will be happy." Regulus's gaze darkened, and he whipped out his wand once more. Barty's insane laughter began to echo throughout the Room of Requirement.
"You're going to hex me?" Barty let go of me, and I huffed.
"You're both being stupid. You're best friends, why can't you both just get over your egos?"
"Ah, Hermione, this conversation does not concern you. And it is not a question of ego. He promised me the opportunity to share you, and I do intend on collecting it." I turned back to Barty, my face flushed with anger.
"You what?!" I whipped out my own wand and pointed it at Barty's throat. He smirked and leaned in, his facial expression imitating that of a snake.
"I am no angel, you know that yourself. Tell me witch, when you first saw me, what were you attracted to? My looks? No, I don't believe so. My darkness… yes, the little Gryffindor witch wanted to taste absolute sin. You will see me at my absolute worst, I promise you that." He ignored Regulus and concentrated on me. The worst thing was that I knew he was speaking the truth. He was dangerous, and I loved it. I looked away, feeling shameful. I had abandoned all of my friends for this dark wizard, and I knew if I had the chance not to, I would do it over and over again.
"Ha! She accepts it!" He laughed, his eyes sparkling at his victory. He looked me in the eye, his smirk growing seductive.
"Will you come to me, witch?" He crooned softly, licking his lips eagerly. My conflicted emotions showed in my eyes. He came towards me, his movements like that of a predator. I gulped as he took the hand that held my wand and brought it up to his face.
"Let go, my witch." He purred, kissing my knuckles softly. Almost tenderly. My mind went blank, and before I knew it, my wand had been abandoned. He grinned and cradled my hand, kissing my forehead softly.
"Yes, let go…" His voice was almost hypnotic.
"Hermione!" Regulus shouted, bringing me out of the haze I was in.
"He's mad!" I nodded sadly, knowing that I would regret my choice. I knew that he was insane, but I couldn't help but love him.
"I know. But, I can't help it." Barty held me close, his heart thumping in time with my own.
"Now that we've resolved that problem, it's time to move onto the next one." He hissed at Regulus. I recoiled, refusing to let his madness go any further. It was time to summon up some Gryffindor courage.
"No, Barty." He glanced down at me, and then my hands. They were covering his own. I saw the hatred in his eyes fade into sadness. It was clear that the world had truly done a number on him.
"No more."