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Chap. 5 Compensations

Once out of sight Scabior slammed her against the wall and began to assault her neck with his mouth. She raised her hands to the back of his head and eagerly pressed him closer to the crook of her neck. He managed to look at the number on the key while still nuzzling and sucking the woman's neck. With a muffled groan he pulled away from her and walked towards their room, counting on her to follow him. He quickly opened the door and entered the small, untidy, but acceptable bedroom, for there were only a big bed and a chest of drawers. A candelabra with red candles stood in a corner, being the only source of light.

Scabior heard the door slam shut and turned around only to see the witch-bitch untying the neatly knots at her hip holding her dress together. When she was finished the whole garment slid down and pooled at her pumps. 'Morgana's ass!' Scabior thought as he saw her only wearing her shoes and a black garter belt of silk almost covering her bare pussy. Her wand though, was secured inside her garter belt, which made Scabior stare at her hungrily. She tsked at him.

"You know the rules, big boy. Leave your wand in one of the drawers before we can indulge ourselves to the fun." Scabior took out his wand and even though he knew it was a common rule among witch-bitches to ensure some security, it felt wrong to put away his wand in the drawer and close it. But he glanced at the woman and a feel of arousal coursed through his body.

"Now, I wanna play." he grinned at her, starting to undress himself. He tossed his coat into a corner and began to work on the many buttons of his green jacket. When it too came off, his broad chest with dark chest hair and defined abdomen were highlighted by the soft light the candles cast upon him. The woman gazed at his athletic torso with eyes darkened by lust.

"Take of your scarf too. You look like you're French." she said teasingly while she began to sashay towards him. Scabior smile fell, as he became aware of the pink piece of clothing around his neck. He'd forgotten everything about it and its real owner since he strolled into the pub with the heavy smell of strong drink. Slowly he gripped the loose ends of it and began to untie it. When he struggled with the knot, the ruffles caused by his fingers made the scent of vanilla and sweet flowers flow into his nostrils. Scabior closed his eyes for a moment and simply enjoyed the smell of her around him. Unexpectedly, he felt warmth gather below his waist. His cock began to stiffen and he couldn't contain a groan. He opened his eyes and saw the woman kneeling before him.

Staring at his growing crotch, she whispered seducingly to him, "Toss it away now, and I'll give you a real treat, handsome." Scabior took off the scarf and threw it upon his heap of clothes. Immediately the witch began to tug at his belt, succeeding rather fast in opening it. When her nimble hands unbuttoned his trousers he hissed at the relief he felt when the trousers became loosened. Finally she let one hand inside to bring out his swollen member. Scabior couldn't suppress the want to buck against her hand holding him.

"Oh, aren't you an eager boy?" she smiled up at him.

Scabior felt his cheeks get a tinge of red and shrugged apologetically.

"Yeah, it's been some time since my last shag."

"Maybe we should get to business then?" she proposed and rose from the floor to walk to the inviting bed. She got into it and spread her legs disgracefully, showing him her glistening pussy. Scabior got rid of his remaining clothing and crawled over her body. He slid his tongue upward, from her stomach to one of her hardened nipples. She sighed when his teeth clamped down a little on it. Scabior slid his hand over her garment and slipped a finger between her folders. She arched her back and moaned loudly.

"Ohhh, so good. I want your cock now. Come into me, big boy." Scabior stopped his ministrations and a crease appeared on his forehead. He hadn't found her clit, and yet she begged him to enter. He slowly brought up his hand and smelled his finger. He noticed a mix of saltyness and strawberry. Wait, strawberry? His tongue darted out to taste his coated fingers. He began to growl dangerously at the now silent witch-bitch.

"Are ya usin' a lubication spell, 'eart?" he asked with his mouth set in a thin line. The woman wriggled a little under his weight and defyed him.

"Wouldn't be so fun for me otherwise, now, would it?" she said with a steady voice, but her flickering eyes betrayed her.

"So, ya wanna control men but don't rely on 'em to make ya wet, yeah?"

"Just let go of me and I'll fuck you good, baby." she coaxed and tried to get up. Scabior let his arm held her down by her collarbones and quickly reached for her wand in the garter belt. He winkled it out and tossed it away. Now the woman looked really scared and began to struggle more fiercly against him. Scabior promptly raised himself from her and turned her over on the bed. He felt blood once again fill his manhood as he saw her round bottom and smooth back under him. He secured her arms against the curve of her back, pressing them down with one hand. He leaned over her body and nibbled on her ear shell before he hissed icily, "And now I'm going to fuck you sweet and good, love. You're not allowed to make any of your fake moans, and you're going to come so hard when I'm finished with you. Do you understand, witch-bitch?"

She managed some sort of nod, and contented with her answer Scabior whispered, "Lift your hip for me."

Hesitantly she obeyed and then Scabior let his free hand wander under her body and cup her sex. When his finger found its way into her warmth he felt a shudder run through her body. He dragged his finger carefully to the top of her pussy and when she jerked against him, he knew he'd found her pearl of pleasure. He began to tease it with strokes and the woman's response was a beautiful, throaty moan. As he worked on the clit, it grew a little and he ventured a look between her legs. He groaned when he saw her flushed pussy wet with a new kind of lubrication.

"Do you want me to fill your cunt now? Say it to me." he enticed, beginning to further spread her thighs.

"Yes, do it. Fuck me with your gorgeous cock." she all but pleaded and bucked against his trapped hand.

Scabior released her arms in order to hold onto her thigh, while the other hand stayed at her clit. With a deep breath he began to enter her, grinding his teeth at the sensations he felt when she engulfed him. Her juices made it easy for him to go deeper, as if her words didn't cheer him on enough. When he'd driven his cock all the way in, he felt her inner sweet spot. Her muscles squeezed him exquisitely as she cried out in pleasure. Scabior began to thrust into her with a steady rhythm and watched how a drop of sweat trickled erotically between her shoulder blades. He closed his eyes from the beauty to prevent himself from coming before she had reached her peak. His dazed mind created an image of the witch impaled on him, undulating beneath him and meeting his thrusts. He thought about the woman's silky garment, her hard nipples and her long brown curls…

Scabior gasped when he realized he was imagining fucking the young woman he'd stared at for so long. Then he did what he would question later; he conjured the illusion in his mind, thinking only about the graceful woman with the silken curls, lush breasts and luscious lips. He drove harder into her and was met with a drawn-out moan, which almost made him spill inside her pulsing pussy. The woman tossed her head from one side to the other, making her brown locks fly through the air and fan his sweaty chest.

"Come for me. Come for me, beautiful." Scabior panted and pinched her clit. With a scream the young woman came, squeezing his buried cock and making him follow her with a guttural roar. He moved forcefully a few more times, emptying himself, and collapsed over her warm body. When he managed to control his breathing he smiled and opened his eyes. In stead of seeing nutbrown curls, he was met with red tangled strands. She was not her.

The bless he'd felt faltered and he slipped out of the woman. He felt more tired than invigorated as he raised himself to find his clothes. The witch-bitch turned around on the bed and sat up, observing his actions. Her face was flushed and her whole frame glistened with perspiration. Any sane man would have thought her to be absolutely alluring right now. Save for Scabior, that is to say. He'd dressed himself and opened the drawer to take out his wand without looking at her.

He walked to the door and stopped still, turning his head towards the practically naked woman.

"Hope it was as nice for you as it was for me." After that he slunk through the doorway and was gone.

"Hermione!"

A cheery voice woke her up from her deep, calm sleep and she opened her eyes, lifting her head from Harry's comfortably pillow. She sat up and looked beside her. Harry was gone. That worried Hermione. She would have thought he was going to stay with her through the night, or at least stay inside the tent, as they had agreed on. Her eyes wandered across the tent to her own bed. Their only wand was missing to. Immediately her hand went to her neck. The locket was also absent. A twinge of dread appeared in her stomach, but her logical side reasoned. 'Harry must have taken the wand and the locket and gone outside to keep watch anyway' she thought, but still felt uneasy. She rubbed her eyes before she realized that it was Harry that had called her name. She breathed out in relief and rose from the warm bed. Her skin met the cold air with a shudder. Hermione went to her side of the tent to change into her tidily folded white sweater and jeans. She ignored her messy hair and opened the tent. She saw Harry stand on a nearby hill with wet hair and slightly struggling with tucking in his shirt.

"Is everything alright?" she inquired. Harry tried to calm her down; "It's fine." A crease placed itself upon Hermione's forehead, because Harry looked very odd. She decided to walk up the hill and ask him why his hair was damped and why he had left the tent with the wand. As she went, Harry continued, "Actually, yeah, it's more than fine." while he backed away from her and pointed his finger. Determined as she was to find out why he was acting so weird, she reached the top and saw what Harry was mentioning. Ron.

"Hey!"

The first feeling was happiness. Pure, unashamed happiness. Then she remembered the manner of his departure, every night she had cried herself to sleep, the despair, shared with Harry, and how she had decided to forget about Ron and focus completely on her mission. And here he was, smiling and calling out a 'Hey'. Her happiness transformed into rage. Very aware of her actions, she went at him.

"You…complete…arse!"

She actually wanted to hit him, to wipe off that loathsome smile from him and hurt him. She wanted to make him feel like she had for so long time. It was after all, only fair.

"Don't say 'hey' to me, Ronald Weasley!" she shouted while she beat him with his own rucksack. It didn't inflict enough pain. Searing with fury she spun around to Harry.

"Where's my wand, Harry?"

Scared by her anger he backed away quickly, clearly not wanting to give away her wand.

"I don't know!" he said with panic. Hermione didn't give a damn about her wand. She was going to hurt Ron even if she had to do it with her own hands. She turned back to Ron, ready to attack when she recognized the necklace in his hand. However, the locket was opened and black inside.

"You destroyed it." Hermione said incredulously. Ron seemed to appreciate the halting of her rage and nodded. Harry interfered, "It's a long story. Tell her, Ron."

Hermione took some deep breaths to quell her feelings and folded her arms. She would listen to what Ron had to say, but she doubted she would forgive him after his explanation.

Ron began to talk about some light flying to his heart when he had spoken her name. It comforted her that he was humble enough to compliment her. She was still mad at him, but her heart began to warm up a bit. And Ron had brought a wand for Harry. That was good news for her, since she hadn't liked the dangerous time she and Harry had endured with only one wand. Hermione thought she could forgive Ron after a little more squirming. She went into the tent, leaving the boys outside, knowing they wanted to bond.

But one thing that Ron had said kept nagging her mind. He had mentioned being caught by snatchers, barely escaping them. Snatchers tried to catch runaway wizards and witches, their intention to hand over their victims to the ministry. After the trio's visit into the ministry, Harry had found out that the three of them was wanted. She suspected that her name and the other's too, were on these snatcher lists. She would have to be more careful and cast stronger protection charms from now on. And she was not going to walk too close to the barrier. The memory of that terrifying snatcher who had smelt her scent still haunted her dreams. He had been so close and so dark in the night, just standing there for ages and sensing her. Yes, Hermione would do everything in her power to prevent them from getting snatched.