A/N: What? What? Did someone say smut? Finally! Hope you enjoy!
Hermione was nervous. Not only for herself, but for Rabastan. She knew it was difficult for Neville to accept Rabastan, especially since he had gone his entire life wanting revenge on the monsters who tortured his parents. To be completely honest, she was terrified to walk into that kitchen. She was scared about who she would see sitting around the table and more afraid of who she wouldn't.
They both stopped right outside the kitchen, their hands still linked, and looked each other. Hermione took a deep breath and pushed open the door. All the faces inside the room stared back at her. She scanned their faces, hoping to see someone she deeply missed.
"Hermione!" a voice screamed, as a body hurtled into hers. Long, red hair cascaded over her eyes and she knew it was Ginny she currently had her arms around.
"Ginny!" she cried, succumbing to tears for the third time that day. Over the last three years she had no idea who was dead and who was still alive, except for Neville. After what seemed like a lifetime, she broke away from the girl's embrace. She saw that her face was red and tear-streaked as well, a testament to how much they had missed and needed each other.
She reached up and wiped her own tears away and Ginny did the same. They smiled at each other, silently agreeing there would be a lot of catching up to do in the near future. Luna came up to her first, and Hermione couldn't believe how much she had missed the blonde.
Seamus and Dean, George and Angelina, and even Parvati came up and hugged Hermione as well. She hadn't been as close to all of them, but she was still happy to see them nonetheless. Justin Finch-Fletchley and Hannah Abbott followed. They all eyed Rabastan with contempt, but kept their mouths shut. She assumed that Neville had briefly mentioned their situation and was waiting for the opportune moment to explain fully.
Hermione continued to scan the room, seeing faces she recognized, but hadn't necessarily missed. Rabastan kept close by, attempting not to draw attention to himself. She hated to break it to him, but all eyes were on them and they probably would be for several days.
She frowned when she didn't see any of her other friends from school. She looked at Ginny in desperation with the question stuck in her throat.
Ginny shook her head. "He's gone," she whispered, more tears falling from her face. Hermione wanted to break down in sobs, but after crying so much throughout the day, she didn't have much left in her. Instead she found herself leaning into Rabastan for support. She felt him grab her around the waist, keeping her upright. She was grateful. She surely would have fallen to the floor in despair had he not caught her. Ron…he was gone.
"When? How?" she sobbed.
"He was sent on a mission weeks ago and was caught stealing intel on the Death Eaters from inside the Ministry. He never came back. We assumed the worst and our fears were confirmed when we saw it was reported in The Daily Prophet. They-They…" Ginny trailed off, unable to tell Hermione what had happened. Maybe it was for the best. Her stomach felt sick at the moment and she didn't think her emotions or her stomach could handle the full story.
Rabastan tightened his grip on her and she wrapped her right arm around his waist. "Let's sit down," he whispered in her ear. She nodded as he led her to an open chair at the table. She collapsed in the chair, Rabastan never letting go of her completely. She leaned into his comforting embrace ignoring the surprised looks around the table. No one spoke for a long time. Dinner was served and Hermione just moved her food around her plate, unable to force herself to eat. Finally, she gave up and pushed the plate away. Looking around the rest of the table she noticed everyone was finishing up eating. 'It's now, or never,' she thought to herself.
"Ahem," she said, clearing her throat. Everyone looked at her and silence moved across the room. "I know you all have questions, so…" she trailed off, gesturing to the people around her. Leaning back into her chair, she grasped Rabastan's hand and waited for the chaos.
It never came.
Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion. She opened her mouth several times, but never found the right words and so kept silent. Looking at Rabastan Hermione noticed he looked confused too. She had expected everyone to jump at the chance to ask their questions or accuse her and Rabastan of playing the sides. She had never expected the silence that greeted them.
"Hermione," Justin drawled finally. "We trust you. We never stopped trusting you. Neville told us some of your story and if you trust him, we do too." The heads around the table nodded in agreement.
"We need you, Hermione. And if that means putting aside my grudges and accepting help from someone I have hated my whole life, I will do it," Neville added.
Tears threatened to fall again. "Thank you," she whispered. She looked at Rabastan and she could tell he was on the verge of showing his emotions as well.
"Maybe we will go over plans tomorrow?" she suggested, moving toward the door of the kitchen. Heads nodded in agreement.
"See you in the morning, Hermione," Neville said, giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "Rabastan," he said, holding out his hand. She smiled to herself. She was glad that Neville was putting aside what he had believed to be true and trusting her.
They moved up the stairs silently, not wanting to wake the horrible portrait of Walburga Black. As Hermione closed the door, she sank against it breathing a sigh in relief.
"Well, that went better than expected," Rabastan quipped. "I was expecting a full-fledged war to start." She giggled. "Me too."
She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. She felt his strong arms encompass her and she hummed. Losing track of time, she had no idea how long they stood there. Before her mind could overthink everything, she jumped into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist. She latched her lips onto his, tasting and exploring. She couldn't even describe the feeling. It was as if her magic was purring in approval.
He seemed surprised at first to have a beautiful witch launch herself into his arms, but he reciprocated immediately. He wrapped his arms around her petite frame, returning her enthusiastic kisses. Before they both fell over, he carried her over to the bed and laid her gently at the edge, careful to not break contact. He crawled on top of her, planting kisses along her neck and jaw. She moaned in approval, bucking her hips into him.
Hearing him laugh, she looked up at him in confusion with a slight blush crawling up her neck and cheeks. 'Is he laughing at me?' she asked herself. Before she could think on it further, Rabastan started talking to her.
"Are you sure about this little witch?" She nodded sitting up, forcing Rabastan to roll onto his back as she did, and peeled her shirt over her head. She heard his breath catch in his throat at the sight and grinned at the unsaid compliment. Seeing his cock still restrained inside his jeans, she grabbed his hands, pulled him close and made quick work of the zipper, pulling his pants down, his boxers following.
He hissed in pleasure as she gripped his erection with a firm hand. She brushed her hand over the tip, spreading the precum over his length. He laid fully on his back, allowing her to take control. She was grateful that he was letting her take control of the pace.
At first, she was nervous. Being on the run with Harry and Ron for over a year, she caught glimpses of them, but never saw them fully. Now, in front of her was an almost fully naked man groaning in pleasure from her ministrations. It made her feel powerful. Before she could lose her courage, she bent down and tasted the precum that continued to flow out of the tip. It tasted salty, but not unpleasant. Keeping her hands moving at the base, she lowered her mouth onto his length, caressing it with her tongue. Bobbing up and down, she took his full length into her mouth. Luckily, she never had a gag reflex as he hit the back of her throat. She could tell that he was trying not to thrust into her mouth and for that, she was grateful.
"That's enough, little witch," he said, pulling her up to him. He pressed his lips to hers and darted his tongue out to lick her lips. For a moment, she thought it was odd that he was tasting himself, but she let that go. To be honest, it sent a shiver of arousal down her spine to see him taste himself on her lips. While he distracted her with his lips, she felt his fingers tickle their way to her back, unhooking her bra. He slid the bra down her arms, tossing it into the corner where it lay forgotten. Kissing his way down her body, he ended up at her navel and hurriedly unbuckled her jeans and pushed them down. Left in her knickers, Hermione watched as Rabastan started licking his lips in anticipation as he stared at her. She squirmed underneath his gaze, nearly embarrassed at being almost fully naked in front of him.
"Don't be embarrassed, little witch," he said, pulling her panties down her legs. "So beautiful," he groaned and immediately dived into her center with his mouth. She was horrified for a millisecond, before all coherent thought left her as pleasure took over.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," Hermione shouted as she came almost immediately, her orgasm crushing around her in waves. She thought she had never felt such pleasure, but she was wrong as Rabastan thrust into her quickly. At the breaking of her barrier, she winced, but he glided in smoothly due to her wetness. He stopped after he was fully sheathed inside her, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of being full.
"Take this off," she whispered in his ear, pulling on his shirt. Still inside her, he wasted no time pulling off his shirt.
"Are you okay?" he asked, brushing light kisses over her neck and chest. She nodded and he slowly started moving inside her, taking his time. He worshipped her body, placing kisses on each inch of skin, paying special attention to her chest. Before long, she was meeting him thrust for thrust, digging her fingernails into his lower back.
"Faster, 'Bastan," she whimpered, as she felt her insides clench. She could tell he was close and so was she. He picked up the pace, thrusting into her at an almost unbearable pace. Close to bursting, he lifted his thumb to her clit, wanting to come inside her as she orgasmed. His little witch screamed in pleasure and clamped down onto his length. With one last thrust, he shot his seed deep inside her, prolonging her orgasm.
Hermione was breathing hard as Rabastan hovered over her, catching his own breath. Feeling as if she was on an orgasmic high, she finally opened her eyes. He had a goofy smile on his face and was still placing kisses across her neck and chest. She loved that he had yet to pull out of her; loving the feeling of him being inside. Now that she had given in to sex, she was afraid she might be insatiable. A potential problem in a house full of people. She had a feeling they would be spending a lot of time shut up in their room.
She pulled him close, pushing her tongue into his mouth, ready to go again. He groaned and pulled himself out of her and laid himself next to her on the bed. He drew patterns on her stomach, tickling her. She kissed him again, knotting her fingers in his hair. He broke away from her and laid his head on her breast.
"I need to rest, little witch," he said laughing.
"Old man," she teased him, grabbing his cock.
"I'll show you old man," he retaliated, jumping on her attacking her mouth. They spent the rest of the night exploring each other's' bodies realizing later on that they had forgotten to cast a silencing charm. Most likely, the entire house heard them, but for some reason Hermione couldn't care less.
With her leg wrapped around his waist and her hand planted on his chest, she began to drift off to sleep.
"Good night Hermione," she heard Rabastan whisper.
"Good night 'Bastan" she mumbled back, quickly falling to sleep.
Hermione woke the next morning cuddled next to Rabastan. She moved closer, snuggling her face into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her tighter and she smiled. It was warm in his embrace—she felt safe. She teetered on drifting back to sleep and staying awake; that in between where one is neither asleep nor awake. She told herself to wake up, or regret it later when she had a headache.
Groaning and stretching her limbs, she sat up. She knew Rabastan was awake too, but was pretending to stay asleep. Pulling the pillow off of him, the sunlight streamed across his face.
"Ugh, little witch. What are you doing?" he said, blindly groping for the pillow. She hit him in the stomach with the pillow.
"You wound me," he said sarcastically, finally opening his eyes to look at her. "Come here." He pulled her to him, kissing her long and deep. She straddled him and moaned at the feeling of their sexes rubbing against each other.
A knock sounded at the door breaking them apart, both out of breath. "What is it?" she called.
"We are meeting in ten," Neville's voice boomed through the door. "Okay," she called back.
Turning back to Rabastan, she gave him one last kiss and pulled away. She needed to wash off the sins of the night before she faced the rest of the Order. Although, the whole house most likely knew what they had been doing. A silencing charm had been the last thing on their minds when ravaging each other's' mouths and bodies.
Stepping underneath the hot cascading water, Hermione felt relaxed. Sore, but relaxed. Oblivious to the outside world, she missed the sound of the shower door opening and closing. She gasped when a strong arm encompassed her middle as she felt a hot breath on her neck.
"Rabastan," she whispered, throwing her head back resting it on his chest. He continued placing kisses down her throat as his fingers slid down between her legs, teasing her clit.
"Rabastan," she gasped. "The meeting…" She trailed off unable to finish the sentence as he gently stroked her clit.
"Fu—ck the meeting," he said, drawing out the curse word. "We'll be quick." He removed his hand from her clit and found his way to her center, slowly pushing his fingers in. Hermione couldn't contain her groan. The feel of his fingers against her walls felt amazing. She whimpered when he withdrew his fingers, but she didn't have to wait long before he pushed her up against the shower wall and thrust into her quickly. Bending almost in half, Hermione braced her arms against the wall, pushing back as he thrust in.
She could barely hear his ragged breathing over her own whimpers. He must have been close and his fingers found his way to her clit once again hoping to quickly bring her off. Moments later, she screamed as her orgasm gushed over her in waves. Rabastan stilled inside her, filling her with his come making her moan even more.
Her body shaking, she was unsure if she could trust herself to remove her hands from the wall. Rabastan took care of that. He washed her hair quickly as she leaned against the wall still basking in the glory of another orgasm. How she had gone all these years without orgasming from a man's hands and cock was beyond her. Her fingers could never compare.
Rabastan finished washing her hair and quickly washed his own. They hurried into the bedroom, sliding on the clothes she had hidden in her beaded bag before their departure from Lestrange Manor. Walking down the halls, they trod as quietly as possible so they had no possibility of waking up Walburga Black. They walked into the kitchen just as Neville was finishing up a sentence.
"Nice of you to join us, Hermione…Lestrange," Neville said, a smile playing on his lips. Hermione gave him a bright smile and was happy that he wasn't upset that they were a few minutes late. They took the two seats that were left and turned their attention once more to Neville.
"Now, I was just mentioning that Hermione and Lestrange had a plan," he said, looking straight at her. "Would you like to share?" She looked at Rabastan and he nodded. She stood up and looked at the people she had once called her peers, but were now her fellow soldiers in a war they never asked to be in.
Hermione covered all aspects of the original plan, even how she and Rabstan had already accomplished one murder on their list of assassinations.
"Like I said, our main goal is to assassinate those who are closest to the Dark Lord. Once they are gone from the scene, we can then focus our efforts of the snake himself. Those left in his inner circle are Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Antonin Dolohov, Thorfinn Rowle, Amycus and Alecto Carrow and Andrew Rosier," she said, at last. Looking at Neville, he nodded urging her to continue.
Before she continued the story, she thought if Rabastan would be mad that she had now altered the plan to include the rest of the story. 'Surely not,' she told herself. 'That is why we are here.' Deciding to inform the others of her newly calculated plan, she would ask for forgiveness later if needed.
"The original plan was that Rabastan was going to feed inside inner circle information to us and we would use that information to catch the Death Eaters off guard. Now that I have deactivated his mark, we are no longer at liberty to receive that inside information. We will need to work together for this to work." The heads around the table were nodding, excitement crossing their faces. Like Hermione, they had been barely surviving over the past three years and with a plan in motion, everything could change for the better.
"My plan is that we split up into groups of two as there are exactly fourteen of us. That will leave one Death Eater for each group to take care of. You will need to watch them, follow them, learn their habits…learn everything about them. When the right moment comes you strike and you cover up your tracks in case our plan falls through in any way," she finally finished.
"Any questions?" she heard Neville ask. Around the table, heads shook no simultaneously. Hermione grinned. This was going better than expected and she couldn't be happier. Part of her giddiness was probably from the last twelve hours spent with Rabastan, but finally being to execute a well thought out plan was close to the top of the list.
"Good," Neville said, standing from his seat. "Now let's pair off. Hermione and Rabastan, you've already been working together so you'll be paired." Hermione shook her head in agreement.
"We want Dolohov," Rabastan rasped. Hermione gulped hearing him claim the man who had cursed her so many years ago. "Fine," Neville agreed. He moved on with pairing other Order members together.
"Hannah, you'll be with me and we will be taking Bellatrix Lestrange. Ginny and Justin, you'll take Lucius Malfoy," Neville continued. Hermione watched as Ginny's face drained of color, but her determination never faltered. Ginny and Neville both had some revenge to enact — Lucius for the horcrux diary that possessed Ginny and Bellatrix for the torture of Neville's parents.
"Seamus and Dean, I want you taking down Thorfinn Rowle. George and Angelina, you'll be tailing Amycus Carrow. Luna and Terry, you'll be tailing his sister, Alecto," he said, dishing out the assignments like he had done it a hundred times before.
"What about us?" Lee Jordan piped up, gesturing to himself and Parvati. "You'll be going after Andrew Rosier." Lee frowned and Hermione didn't doubt it was because Rosier was one of the lesser known Death Eaters. Chatter filled the room as the pairs made their plans, giddy to get started on their missions.
"They don't know where to start, bring them over here," Rabastan whispered in her ear. Hermione reached over for Parvati's hand and pulled her close, Lee followed behind.
"What do you know about Rosier?" Rabstan asked the pair. They both shook their heads.
"Nothing," Parvati said. "We know things about the others, but Rosier isn't as well known." Lee nodded in agreement.
"Is that why you pulled us over here?" Lee asked. "Can you help us?"
Rabastan nodded. "I can. Now, listen carefully. You don't know a lot about Rosier because that is how the Dark Lord likes it. Rosier is his secret weapon, only out and about to commit the most heinous of crimes."
Hermione watched as both Parvati and Lee visibly gulped. They were up for a challenge, but they were both strong duelists and she knew if anyone was up for it, it was them.
"He sticks very close to the Dark Lord, so I recommend being very careful. He is at his side each day from sun up to sun down, and leaves briefly in the night to go to his home." Rabastan reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.
"The Dark Lord's current headquarters, one of my family's ancestral homes, is protected under an advanced fidelius charm. Here is the address," he said, handing Parvati the paper. "You will both need to memorize this. Watch Rosier and follow him when he leaves. He uses the floo as it is the only way to access his home. Do you have any questions?"
"No. Thank you," Lee said, holding his hand out to Rabastan. He returned the handshake, Hermione was surprised at how willingly everyone had accepted him into their ranks. Parvati clutched Hermione, giving her a hug which was equally surprising…they had never gotten along well in school with Hermione focused on books and Parvati on boys. Her only reasoning was that war changes people and they were both different people now than they were during their Hogwarts' years.
"Alright everyone!" Neville shouted over the chatter. "Break up and start planning your courses of action." Everyone started toward the door, quietly whispering to their partners. They turned back to face Neville when they heard his voice again. "Please be careful." He begged.
Hermione and Rabastan left the room, planning to venture outdoors later that day in hopes of catching the bastard that left her scarred for life.
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