Day 8 Prompts:

Rabastan Lestrange

Tattoo Fetish

"What do you mean, you're taking me hostage?"

Hermione Granger

Happy fucking Halloween

Warning: Contains mentions of an adult having sex with a sixteen year old (16 age of consent in UK) though Hermione was possibly older due to her use of Time Turner and could have possibly been 17 which would made her an adult in the Wizarding World. Oh and also a sexually proactive Hermione.

And this one got away from me a bit. OOPS

Good Girl Gone Bad

"Happy fucking Halloween," Hermione grumbled to herself over a glass of whiskey as she sat in the dingy little pub in Knockturn Alley. That's right goody two shoes Granger was in Knockturn Alley, the place where criminals and delinquents were known to venture not good little girls, like herself. Well that wasn't exactly true, that was just what the general population of the Wizarding World liked to believe and her so called friends believed it to. Those friends believed it so much that they thought that she would be a good and dutiful girlfriend whilst her boyfriend shoved his tiny dick in anything with tits that moved. As if! So here she was in the last place her so called friends would expect her to be, planning her revenge on her asshole of a boyfriend. She had been eyeing up several of the men at the bar area most of the evening and so far only one had caught her eye. The man in question, had that one thing she found very attractive on a man, tattoos. Hermione had spent a couple of days during the Christmas of 1995 exploring the various tattoos on the body of one Sirius Black as shagged in his room, whilst hiding from a certain Molly Weasley. She had also eyed up both Charlie and Bill Weasley's tattoos during the summer before her sixth year. They had even taken her to get her own tattoo during that summer, after which she had shagged them both. Yes she was certainly not a good girl.

"May I join you?" a voice spoke and Hermione looked up to see the man she had been eyeing up earlier.

"Certainly," Hermione smirked at the man.

"May I get you another drink?" the man asked pointing to her empty glass.

"A Firewhiskey on the rocks kind sir," Hermione grinned at the man.

"Anything for the pretty lady," he flirted back before approaching the bar and ordering the drinks.

"So I'm Bast," he introduced himself as he returned and placed their drinks on the table, her eyes lingered on the sleeve of tattoos on his right arm, before she looked into his deep amber eyes.

"Hermione," she replied with a grin and reached over to take her glass, her eyes drifted again to his sleeve.

"Tattoo fan huh?" he teased and laughed as she blushed.

"More of a fetish," she replied, "I find tattoos on men very sexy."

"Really now?" Bast teased, "I have some more, that I wouldn't mind showing you."

"Really?" Hermione grinned, liking where the conversation was going, "I have a few myself you know."

Hermione smirked as Bast looked her up and down.

"Hidden from view?" he queried with a grin.

"If you are good I might show you," she smirked.

"I'm not very good at being good," he replied, "Perhaps I can tempt you anyway?"

"Maybe," Hermione flirted.

"I promise," he grinned, "I've never had any complaints," and with that he kissed her.

The second his lips touched hers, she apparated them both back to her flat and they landed in her bedroom with a slight pop.

"My, my," he muttered against her ear, "a little eager are we witch."

"I have been thinking about fucking you most of the evening," Hermione returned and begun to unbutton the man's shirt.

"Hermione is that you?" a male voice called out.

"Roommate?" Bast queried.

"Boyfriend," Hermione replied, "Soon to be ex-boyfriend."

"You have a man," Bast sighed.

"He's not a man," Hermione replied, "he is a little boy, who wants someone to look after him."

"And that's not you?" Bast whispered in her ear, he felt Hermione's anger at the boy on the other side of the door. Clearly he had done something to upset her and Bast was all about helping woman get revenge, especially if it meant fucking a beautiful woman like the one he was holding right now.

"No," Hermione gritted, "I won't stay at home whilst he goes out and fucks other women."

"So you are going to let him catch me between your legs?" Bast grinned.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold," Hermione smirked.

He pressed his lips against her right ear and nibbled on her lower earlobe, his hands went under her dress and rested on her hips, "No knickers?" he hissed in delight.

"I don't like them," Hermione replied, "too constricting."

He gently lifted her up and placed her on the bed and situated himself in between her legs, and begun to kiss her as her hands unbutton his trouser button.

"Hermione," the male voice called again, "We have guests, what are you doing hiding in the bedroom."

"Quickly," Hermione hissed to Bast.

"I don't do quickly," Bast returned, "I don't think it matters if he's catches us in the act of foreplay or actual act of sex, he is going to be pissed."

As that comment left his mouth, he felt Hermione flip him over and she herself ended up on top.

"Stop talking," Hermione responded and she had his trousers unzipped within seconds and had pulled his trousers down slightly.

"Commando?" she grinned.

"I hate the feeling of underwear," he smirked and pulled her in for a kiss as she positioned herself above his member.

"HERMIONE!" the male voice shouted and the bedroom door swung open.

"Ron," Hermione gritted, "Kindly fuck off, I am quite literally in the middle of something."

"You whore!" Ron hissed, "How dare you fuck a man in our bed!"

At this point the guests that Ron had mentioned earlier had appeared in the corridor, these guests mainly included the Weasley family.

Removing herself from Bast's lap Hermione approached the red-head, "how dare I!" she gritted out, "you are the one who goes out and fucks other women."

"Only because you never do anything," Ron retorted.

"I never do anything," Hermione sneered, "There is more to life than missionary you know."

"You won't give me head," Ron stuttered, forgetting his family was close by.

"You never return the favour," Hermione hissed, "And honestly Ronald you need to learn a few things from your older brothers at least they know how to pleasure a girl, I don't think you made me orgasm once."

"Now, you little slut," an older red haired woman said as she approached Hermione," Don't you dare go saying nasty things to my Ronniekins."

"Mrs Weasley," Hermione gritted, "I am only speaking the truth after all I must not tell lies."

Hermione looked at the other red-heads to see Bill and Charlie showing a knowing look, the twins were grinning at each other and Ginny well Ginny was glaring at her. She guessed Percy hadn't been that interested in the conversation and had left.

"Miss Granger," a voice spoke from behind her, "I believe it is time for me to go."

"You are not going anywhere," Hermione replied before casting a spell in his direction which sent him back on the bed and he watched as ropes wrapped themselves around his arms and feet.

"The rest of you can go," Hermione replied, "This apartment is mine and I want you gone Ronald, and you too Mrs Weasley."

Ron and his mother left in a huff.

"Bill, Charlie," Hermione smirked at the older Weasley, "I will see you soon and she pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks.

"Of course," Charlie replied and pressed his own lips to her cheek, and then he turned to the man on the bed, "Have fun Lestrange."

"Who knew you were such a wild cat," Fred grinned.

"We certainly didn't," George smirked.

"If you ever get lonely," Fred started.

"We will be more than happy to keep you company," George continued.

"I will keep that in mind," Hermione smirked, "Now scram."

"I will ensure the other guests leave," Bill stated, "Do enjoy yourself, Ron was never quite good enough for you."

"Thank you," Hermione replied.

Once they were left alone, Hermione approached the man tied to the bed.

"Rabastan Lestrange, I assume?" Hermione guessed her hand running down the man's tattooed right arm.

"That would be me," he replied, "now are you going to let me go?"

"But I'm not finished with you yet," she pouted as she dug her nails into his tattooed bicep.

"Untie me," he hissed out in both pain and frustration, "and we can certainly finish what we started."

"But you weren't a good boy," Hermione smirked, "You punishment is to be my hostage until I decide I can let you go."

"You are taking me hostage?" he asked and in response to her nod, "what do you mean, you are taking me hostage?"

"Well only for a little while," Hermione teased, "I don't exactly plan on asking for a ransom or anything like that."

Rabastan glared at the woman before him.

"I only mean to have a little fun," Hermione smirked, "You did mention foreplay earlier right?"

Bast nodded.

"Well I quite enjoy a little thing called Role Play," Hermione smirked, "I promise we can swap roles next time."

"Only if we live out a little fantasy of mine," he retorted.

"Is it fun?" Hermione asked as she placed herself on his lap.

"It doesn't involve the missionary position at all," he grinned, "now tell me more about this hostage role play."