Warnings for violence and swearing.

Chocolate Frog Card: (Gold) Bran the Bloodthirsty: Challenge: Write about someone committing murder without using magic.

Gringotts: Hermione/Rabastan [Hermione - Pairings]

Ultimate Hermione Pairing Challenge: Hermione/Rabastan Lestrange

February Event: 6. First I love you's (action) [10 points]

Word Count: 425

"What's going on here?" Rabastan snarled, interrupting Flint from groping any more of Hermione's body. Her unwilling body.

"Nothing to worry about," Marcus replied, his hand squeezing her bum cheek to the point of pain, causing her to emit a whimper. He grinned at the distressed sound. Rabastan clenched his fists.

"Why shouldn't I worry about the mistreating of one of my guests?"

"A guest?" Flint asked, looking between the pair with raised eyebrows. "She's a mudblood who escaped from the cells. I'll deal with her punishment."

"The Dark Lord did not put her in your charge," Rabastan hissed through gritted teeth, walking down the corridor swiftly, stopping once he was close enough the Flint was slightly more intimidated. "She is mine to care for, not yours to manhandle."

"You sound as if you care for the bitch," Flint chuckled. "I've just returned from my mission; let me take the mudblood to my room and we'll go our separate ways."

"I understand where you've been," he replied. "But that doesn't give you enough reason to injure and break the Dark Lord's newest information source." Flint looked at Hermione's face closely, noticing her slight fear from him but not anything else. She truly felt comfortable away from him and nearer Lestrange. "Or my girlfriend."

Flint released her with a inaudible gasp, watching as she massaged one of her wrists. The sleeve rode up and Flint saw his death warrant being signed right there and then, for on her arm was a Dark Mark. He knew he was dead the moment she stepped out of his reach.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Rabastan spat, his fist rearing back before connecting with Marcus' face. Over and over and over again. He only stopped when Hermione's small hands on his body brought him back to his senses.

"'Bast," she chided gently. "The Dark Lord will not be impressed with this development." Rabastan couldn't care less.

"He hurt you," he pointed out, cradling her hand where bruises were already forming. "I hurt him back."

Hermione looked at the bloodied body that was resting on the floor and sighed. "You killed him." The couple looked at Flint's corpse before looking at each other. "Why would you kill him? A simple punch would've done the trick."

"I love you," he confessed. "Nobody gets away with hurting you. Nobody."

Hermione was silent, her mouth agape as she looked at the older man. "I love you, too," she replied honestly. She launched herself into his arms, pressing kisses all over his face. "So much."