Author's Notes: Wow, I can't believe all of the lovely reviews asking me not to let Hermione get raped, but alas, it must happen as it is a major component in the plot line. Also, this is the edited version of the rape so it's not TOO graphic. I figure that I could spare you that. Now, here is the long awaited chapter that some of you have waited for with baited breath! Enjoy and review to tell me of your thoughts!
The entire chamber went quiet as I return to my Master's side sullenly. She was my witch, she shouldn't have been put on display as she was, unless I was the one, and the only one fucking her to show others what they were missing out on, and that for the first time in my life, I ad something else that everyone else coveted.
"Fenrir, you may proceed. But don't scar her too much or too badly, her value to me will be useless if you do so. Am I understood?" My Master hissed. Greyback sneered and stripped down, leering at my fiance. I began to see red once more.
"I'm more than happy as long as I get to taste little Barty Crouch's skirt. Looks like Crouch finally got something right." My glare met his smirk and he laughed at me in a sinister and condescending manner.
The entire chamber went quiet as I return to my Master's side sullenly. She was my witch, she shouldn't have been put on display as she was, unless I was the one, and the only one fucking her to show others what they were missing out on, and that for the first time in my life, I ad something else that everyone else coveted.
"Fenrir, you may proceed. But don't scar her too much or too badly, her value to me will be useless if you do so. Am I understood?" My Master hissed. Greyback sneered and stripped down, leering at my fiance. I began to see red once more.
"I'm more than happy as long as I get to taste little Barty Crouch's skirt. Looks like Crouch finally got something right." My glare met his smirk and he laughed at me in a sinister and condescending manner. I scoffed at the infuriating werewolf and licked my lips eagerly when my crazed gaze fell on Hermione's flushed appearance.
"Tantalising witch." I murmured softly to myself, grinning widely at her, despite the situation that we found ourselves to be in. Greyback only got to touch her once, while I got her for eternity, ultimately. Fenrir Greyback scowled as my witch eyed him with such pure loathing and absolute disgust.
"I suggest wiping that look off your face, wench. You have no power here whatsoever. You are at my mercy!" He bellowed, his sickly yellow eyes gleaming with hatred in the darkness. She held her chin up high and huffed with distaste, regarding him with the same manner that my Master regarded muggles with. Absolutely worthless.
"Perhaps, Greyback. But only if I let you have the power will you ever truly possess the means to control me. Only if I allow this derogatory act to affect me, then perhaps, you will only have power over me due to fear. I may be at a disadvantage at the moment, but sooner or later this will all come back and get you. Along with the rest of the atrocities that you're committed throughout your pitiful existence." My witch spat, her eyes flaring up with venomous passion. I narrowed my gaze as Greyback leered at her wolfishly.
"Such a shame, my Lord. She would make an excellent Alpha female. So much fire and spirit. I could break that will of yours, girl, so that you adore only me." I growled at Fenrir and drew my wand, the Avada Kedavra curse right on the tip of my tongue. He was insinuating far too much. My fingers twitched around my wand.
"She's mine, Greyback! Simply take her and be done with it, else you'll be a brand new fur rug for my witch to wipe her feet on!" I snarled, my patience wearing from thin to virtually non-existent. My Master spoke in a cool and collected tone.
"Lower your wand, Bartemius. You're not to harm Greyback. And you're not to turn my newest asset, Greyback. She is Bartemius's, so I suggest that you listen to him. Even I cannot stop him if he decides to go on a murderous rampage and end you." I glanced at Hermione, who looked annoyed beyond the dark fury that swirled in her eyes. She saw the slight glimmer of fear within my own eyes and bowed her head, in an attempt to hide her fear behind brunette curls. Greyback grabbed her several curls and yanked her head back,eliciting a sharp breathy cry from her fragile throat. My tongue flicked out, my pupils dilating in raw anger. When he began lapping at her throat, shuddering in delight, all I saw was a murderous rage that flooded my senses and took control over my body.
"Oh, I'll fuck her alright, Barty boy, but it won't be simple. Nor will it be quick and painless. Not. At. All." I turned to my Master nonchalantly, ignoring the smug werewolf as he smirked at me.
"Perhaps you just can't get it up at all, which is why you stall!" I roared, attempting to rein in my anger.
"Don't prod his male ego, Bartemius. It'll simply make him even more irritable." He advised me, much like an older male mentor. In all fact, that is what he was. He was my Father and my Brother. Yet, he was the cause of my witch's distress, so I would not forgive him lightly. Hermione watched the interaction between us, clearly confused of the slight affection we held for each other. Her depiction of my Master had come solely from bad experiences, fighting on the wrong side. She had yet to understand that not everything was as black and white as it seemed, and that sometimes the lines become blurred beyond comprehension.
From the very first thrust, I knew that Greyback was going to have to die sooner or later. Whether it be in five minutes or twenty years, he would die by my hands. The pain that was so obvious on my witch's face and through her body language made my anger flare up once more. I could see that my Master was contemplating something as he gazed at my witch with bloodied crimson irises.
"By her expression, Bartemius, you'd think that she'd only previously been with an adolescent boy. You, Bartemius." I was quiet for several moments, trying not to snarl at Greyback as he left obvious bruises on my witch's once porcelain skin.
"She has, my Lord. Only myself and the version of myself from her own timeline, which was quick. I could smell it on her. I, I mean he, manipulated her through the use of a more advanced of a dreamscape spell in addition to the use of rune magic to bring her to me. I've known since she landed in my lap. Fated bonds are fickle things, my Master."
"You say that she has only ever been with you, Bartemius?" He hissed dangerously, regarding me with utter disdain.
"Y-Yes, Master. Why do you ask?" I stuttered slightly. I had never seen such rage in my Master's gaze, and I had seen quite a lot of it.
"Why didn't you say so?" He snarled, my death apparent in his gaze. A cold shiver trickled down my spine.