It had been a month since Hermione and Sirius had split up on their search and so far Hermione hadn't been able to find anything of use. Even though she had moved on to where the tracker had a stronger signal but even then she still hadn't found anything. The tracker the Ministry had provided her hadn't stopped buzzing since she had arrived at the new hotel; and to be honest she was ready to throw it into the first lake she came across, preferably with the few men who thought that she was too young to be doing 'real police work'. Hermione snorts at the thought and rolls her eyes before looking in the mirror one last time, the past few days were finally going to pay off, she had found Greyback. With a final glare in the mirror Hermione looked once more at her long curly, carmel hair and shook her head gently, letting them cascade down to her hips. Looking down at her feet and to the death traps women called shoes, she took in what she was wearing. The 4 1/2 inch black stiletto heels with a small anklet with a black dog on it that would heat up if Sirius was in trouble, a blood red corset type shirt that showed most of her cleavage to show with skin tight leather pants. She gazed at her face that had dark smoky eyes and ruby red lips and couldn't help but grimace in disgust. She looked like a harlot. Or some sort of desperate women who had a ton of diseases from shagging everything that walked. With one last glare at herself in the mirror, Hermione turned to walk out the door only to fall onto the bed. Her heels had gotten caught on the seedy hotels carpet, with a sigh she wrenched her foot out of the small hole that she was caught in and glowered at the muggle contraption that was sure to be the death of her. But on the bright side the heel's brought her small 5'2" figure up to 5'6 1/2". Standing up she grasped her beaded bag that held her wand, silver knife, silver dagger, and a small gun, along with a couple hundreds just in case she needed to bribe someone and tucked it into her pants pockets that had been charmed to look flawless and not like something was there.
When she arrived at the disgusting pub that she had been staking out for the past week when she first caught wind of Greyback, Hermione forced a shudder to not pass through her body. With a deep breath, she walked inside. Instantly, the smell of smoke; stale or otherwise, assaulted her nose, the stench of beer was of course expected but still unpleasant. With a quick glance around, she noted a group of what looked like bikers and their 'chicks', two young men; one with their head down flipping through pages earnestly while the other hit on the waitresses. Or whatever they call those that serve at a pub. A few women were spread out or with a group, but no Greyback. As she walked over to a table towards the back, she noticed the young man stand up and start walking towards her. Hermione bit back a groan and pulled out her phone, pretending to text someone.
"Hey" The man said, a lopsided semi-smile on his face, "This seat taken?" He asked, Hermione just looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "I'll take that as a no." He said as he licked his lips and pulled out the chair and sat down across from her. Hermione just stared at him.
"Can I help you?" She asked, her voice clipped and her accent more pronounced than it normally was. Leaning forwards slightly as she rested her elbows on the edge of the table, "I'm very busy with a case and I don't need civilians to mess up this case." Straightening her back again, she glanced over towards the door that had just opened. A tall man with a grey mane that looked like it hadn't had been properly washed in a few months walked in with a slight limp in his right leg and a long trench coat. Or what looked like the remains of a trench coat. The shredded rags of it may have been anything before that, but to those that didn't know better; it would have been the best to guess a trench coat.
"Greyback." Hermione murmured to herself. Quickly excusing herself from the stranger across from her, she stood up and practically jogged to the bar where Greyback was sitting. "Fancy meeting you here." She said slyly behind him, a small knife in her palm, the tip of it digging into the small of his back. Her brown eyes flashing dangerously as Greyback slowly turned around to face her, the tip of the silver knife pressed against his stomach. Hermione trailed the knife up slowly until she reached his heart. To anyone passing by it would have looked like a lover's caress, except for the subtle flinch Greyback did every time the silver would touch his skin. "Burns doesn't it?" Hermione whispered in his ear as she leaned forward slightly, the tip of her lips barely touching his ear as she dug the knife in a little deeper. A grin that could have belonged to the cheshire cat lit up her face as she watched him squirming, knowing that she had the upperhand at the moment. "I asked you a question you worthle-" She cut off as she looked around the bar. Lowering her voice even more, "Where is Bellatrix." She purred in his ear, looking for all the world someone who was going to get lucky and go home with some man. "I won't ask you again." Her voice was a bit lower in pitch, mimicking a sultry voice.
"How should I know?" Greyback replied, making it sound more like a statement then not. "I'm not privy to her inner workings." He grinned, the smell of rotted meat washed over Hermione and his cracked lips leered at her, his yellow teeth sharp and stained with something dark red. Like blood. His arm reached out and grabbed her around the waist. "Look's like I've got me a prize, a little Mudblood." He leered at her as she struggled to get away while also digging the knife in a hole in his shirt. "Bloody wench." He cursed as he let go and rubbed his chest where it had burned him. "I'll get you for this." He promised as he pushed Hermione down onto the ground and stomped on her chest as he left.
The sharp pain of Hermione's ribs cracking under his weight took her breath away. She couldn't breathe or move. Trying to take a breath she reached a hand up to a close stool and dragged herself up.
"You alright there?" The deep voice of a man asked her. Hermione whipped around, fight mode on, only to see the Muggle that had tried to talk to her earlier. Nodding curtly she quickly excused herself and quickly walked outside to the alley on the side of the bar. Cursing as her ribs continued throbbing, ripping her shirt up she saw the bruises blooming across her skin. Grabbing the beaded bag she still carried everywhere with her, Hermione stuck her hand into the bag to grab her wand, trailing the tip along her skin she sighed in relief as the pain disappeared, only wincing as she felt her ribs come back together. Quickly putting her shirt back down she put her wand back into her beaded bag and shoved it back into the pocket of her tight pants. Walking to her car she quickly got in and sped off. When she arrived back to her hotel room she senses started to tingle. the senses that had been active during the war that never failed her before. Slipping off her heels she picked them up and took out her beaded bag, shoving them in she grasped her wand in her hand, concealing it and crept up to her hotel room. Her breath caught as she saw the door ajar. Gently pushing it open she held her breath as she tip-toed into the room. The lamp was askew, her clothes thrown about the room like someone was searching for something. Her books had pages ripped out and the picture she took everywhere of her, Ron, and Harry had been slashed.
"What happened here?" hermione muttered to herself as she slipped her wand into its holster on her arm, concealing it from everyone but her, before she heard the door slam shut. The last thing she saw was a dark figure before everything went black.
I'm back! Miss me?;) haha just kidding, anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and any thoughts on what is going to happen next? Anyways, thanks for reading and I love you all!