A small and sweet one-shot. Written with the amazing Madamkitten
Its fluff and smut! Mature readers only.
Enjoy!
Hermione didn't know how it all had come to this. How could she have fallen for a Death Eater? And the one who had killed Mrs. Wesley's brothers?
If Harry and Ron knew what she was doing here now they would lose their minds. They would never look at her the same way again. But she knew, deep down that she would never change a thing. She was a moth and he was the flame. She sighed and took another sip of her water and looked towards the door. He still hadn't turned up, but that was fine, afterall he was only 15 minutes late.
They had begun to see each other after her fifth year, just after he had barely escaped from Azkaban. They first met when Hermione had fought the Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic. She had silenced him, he had looked her straight in the eye, and she had fallen for him then and there. There was just something there.
When she was hit by his curse, she really and truly thought that she was going to die. Never had she felt such pain. The nurse at the school knew nothing of the curse and could only give her a lot of potions and hope she made it through the night. Even the school's potion master and expert on the Dark Arts couldn't figure out what to do to lift the curse.
And that was where they had talked the first time.
How he had managed to get into Hogwarts was a mystery to her. But there he was, and she was terrified that he would now put an end to her life. Finish what he had started in the Department of Mysteries. He had cast a series of spells that Hermione immediately recognized as a silencing charm as well as a notice me not charm. No one would be able to hear her cry out for help, nor would they notice when the dark and mysterious Death Eater finished her off!
"Are you going to kill me?" she had asked.
He hadn't answered, just looked at her, before he took his wand out and cast a new spell. All of a sudden, she could breathe once again without pain. She looked at him in awe and knew that he had just saved her life with the counter curse.
"Why did you do that? Why save me?" she had asked.
"I don't know," he answered, turning around.
"Wait, don't go! Please stay for a bit?" she had asked him. Why did you ask him that, Hermione? But she already knew. There was something about him that made her feel safe.
He had looked at her a little awkwardly, but had sat beside her bed and just looked at his shoes. He was quite handsome, and had a really kind and gentle face. She wanted to touch his chin, but was afraid of what he would do.
"Why did you save me? There must be a reason behind it." she had asked.
"I don't know, there was just something about you. You are far too young to suffer from my curse, no matter what side you are on. You are too pure. I couldn't destroy something so pure, so beautiful."
"Did you make that curse? Who are you?" She asked.
"Yes I made that curse, and many others as well. I never intended them to be used on children. No one should hurt a child. My name is Anotonin Dolohov."
"Thank you, for saving my life Mr. Dolohov." she had said and taken his hand is hers. She could feel the warmth from his body, and felt safe.
"Antonin, please."
She had looked in his eyes, and could see all kinds of emotions in them. But what scarred her a bit was that she could see love in them, but how could that be?
They had just looked at each other, unable to look away, when they could hear the teachers from behind the door. He had quickly cast a Disillusionment charm on himself, and lifted the others charms he had placed as well.
She could feel him press a kiss on her hand before he was gone. Hermione quickly laid back and pretended to be asleep when the teacher came in.
She had not been sure how to handle that, and hadn't spoken to anybody about it. When they all saw that the curse was gone, and asked her what had happened she had just said that she really didn't know. It must have cleared up when she was sleeping, maybe one of the potions from the potions master had finally done the trick?
She hadn't been sure that she would ever hear from him again, but the next day a letter had arrived. And that was how they had begun writing to each other.
And now here she was, sitting at a muggle bar, waiting for him. She knew that he sometimes ran a little late because of his job with Voldemort. His job was dangerous and she would always wait for him, and heal any injuries he might have gotten that day.
She had been away from school, along with Harry and Ron Horcrux hunting, when they had stumbled upon Antonin and Rowle, in a small cafe in London.
When the café was destroyed, and the Deatheaters stunned, she had gone around and looked down at the man she had been writing to for the past year. Ron had wanted to kill them, of course, but she had convinced them that Memory charm probably was for the best. They boys had gone outside, to let her do the charm on them in peace. She had done it first on Rowle, and made him forget he ever saw them here. But when she turned to Antonin, she couldn't do it. She had lifted the stunning charm and hugged him tightly. He had been disorientated at first, but had soon hugged her back. Relief evident on his face.
"They want me to take your memory away, but I can't do it. Not on you." she had said into his shoulder.
"You just do what you think is best, love."
"I won't take your memory Antonin, not like this." she had said and looked at him.
"Then don't, I trust you." he had said before he had kissed her. It was supposed to just be a small kiss, a quick peck on the lips, but she had kissed him back. The next thing she knew he had deepened the kiss and was snogging her, as his hand gripped her tightly and pulled her close. If the time had been right, he would have taken it farther. But when the door opened and her friends had asked her if she was almost done they quickly broke apart, and Antonin laid back down where he had been before. She had hurried out of the cafe after that, but not before she had kissed him again, and had given him a note letting him know where she could slip away to meet him next.
And now she sat here, waiting for him, again. It was just before Christmas, and she was sad that she hadn't been able to get away to meet up with him sooner.
She heard the bell chime over the door, and looked up and saw him. He was just as she remembered, handsome and looking at her with love in his eyes. He was over to her in three long strides, and swept her up in his arms.
"Thank Merlin, you are safe, I was worried about you!" she said, as she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
"I've missed you," he said and kissed the top of her head.
"I´ve missed you, Antonin. So very much." she said.
He looked down at her, and kissed her lips. Slow and gently, the kind of kiss that made Hermione's toes curl and warmth spread throughout her body.
"Come along Dorogaya, we cannot stay here. It is not safe for us to be out in the open like this." Antonin said, and started to gently lead Hermione out of the bar.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I rented a room in the Inn next door" He said as he turned to look at her, "I don't want to force you into anything. I just want to hold you through the night," he added quickly.
"Okay," Hermione said. She was a bit relieved that he wouldn't do anything against her will, not that she thought he would have, of course. But it was nice to hear him say it too, plus she really wanted to be with him as much as she could.
Antonin took her to a small Inn, just up the street from the small pub they had met up at, and showed her into a little room. He locked the door behind him, and just stood there awkwardly watching her.
Hermione looked around the small and simple room. On the far side of the room there was a door which led to a tiny bathroom with a small shower. Another wall held a small window that appeared to be painted shut. In the main room, there was a huge King-size bed that took up the majority of the space and a small dresser perched up against the wall under the window..
"I know it's not much, but they didn't have any other rooms available." Antonin said, and looked at his hands. Hermione went over to him, and took his hands in hers.
"It's fine Antonin, perfect even!" Hermione said, and stood on her toes to kiss him.
Deepening the kiss, Hermione started to slowly undo his robes.
"Dorogaya, you don't have to do anything. Being with you tonight is all I need." Antonin said, looking at her with lustful eyes.
"I want to do this Antonin. I want my first time to be with you." she said.
He helped her remove his robes, and started to slowly remove her jacket. They continued to go back and forth, undressing each other slowly, savoring the moment.
"You are beautiful Dorogaya," he said, as she stood before him in only her bra and knickers. She couldn't help the blush that came across her face. Antonin kissed her sweetly, and slowly unhooked her bra. Antonin locked his gaze on hers and slowly started to kiss her neck, inching slowly down until his mouth was beside one nipple, which he slowly drew into his mouth and sucked.
"Oh gods!" Hermione moaned, and hooked her fingers in his dark hair, pressing up against him. Encouraged by her reaction, he released the first nipple with a pop and took the other nipple in her mouth as he started to move her over to the bed. Laying her down gently, Antonin just took a moment to watch the young witch laying there in the bed. He should not do this. He was more than twice her age, but Merlin be damned, he was madly in love.
Hermione could see he was hesitating, and pushed herself up, so she could reach his hands and drag him down towards her in the bed.
"Antonin, come to bed please," she said.
He obeyed, and laid down beside her. Slowly he turned towards her and began to glide his hand across her body.
"You are beautiful, so beautiful" he said as he leaned into sweetly kiss her lips.
His hands kept on going lower and lower on her body, and it was doing wicked things to Hermione. She felt anticipation and excitement each time he came close to her sex, and frustration each time his hands moved away. And then his hands were just over her sex. Hermione could feel him hesitate again, so took his hand and pushed it down on her sex. She gasped at the impact, she was so wet. As soon as Antonin started to move his fingers up and down her folds, she started to moan.
"Oh, gods Antonin!" she moaned, and Antonin crept down towards her sex. He put her legs around his shoulders, and started to kiss up her thigh, causing the witch to squirm as she gasped loudly.
"Lay still!" he groaned, and his tongue met her clit.
Startled, Hermione tried to lay still, but it was so hard. The sensation of his tongue on her clit and his fingers inside her, made her feel something she had never felt before. Butterflies started to appear in her stomach, and a warm feeling in her lower part of her body. She felt like she was about to burst.
"Antonin, please, I…" she gasped, but her pleas turned into a scream, when Antonin sucked her clit inside his mouth, and she felt like she was shattering. Her first orgasm thrummed pleasantly through her body.
He started to place kisses up her body, until he was hovering just above her. One of his hands was beside her head, and the other guided his cock to her entrance, lining himself up.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, he wouldn't do anything against her will.
Hermione just looked at him. She put her hands around his neck, and pulled him down to her, and at the same time, he pushed slowly inside her. They froze for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the foreign feelings and to memorize the feeling of being one.
"Please Antonin, move." she moaned as she felt the initial pain subside. He immediately obeyed, and started slowly to pull out of her, before pushing back in. The tight feeling made him feel like he was in heaven.
"Faster Antonin, darling please!" she moaned, and he started to move faster inside her. He kissed her neck, her lips, every place he could reach he kissed.
"God, you feel good Dorogaya, so tight," he groaned.
"Please," she begged, and she could feel her second orgasm building up.
She came around him, and screamed his name out in the room. The feeling of her tight cunt squeezing his cock, made him come, and he felt his cock bursting inside her.
He collapsed down on her, flipped them over and pulled her into his chest. He placed a kiss on her forehead as his hands slowly slid down her back to loosely hold her against him.
"That was amazing." Hermione said, and placed small kisses on his chest.
"You felt wonderful," he said and kissed her forehead once more.
"What happens now? What do we do?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"After the war. If we win, you'll be sent to Azkaban. If you win, they'll kill me, right? What do we do? This between us, it will never work. It's not fair." she said, and started to sob quietly.
"Daragaya, I promise you, I will find a way. We will be together. No matter who wins, we will be together." he vowed.
"I'd like that, Antonin," she said and snuggled closer to him.
They lay there until the morning came. After getting ready for the day, they stood together for a long time, just holding each other. Neither one wanted to let the other go.
"Please be careful, come back to me." she whispered against his lips.
"Always, I will always come back to you." he said as he kissed her forehead one last time, before he apparated away.
The battle was over, they had won. Hermione should have felt happiness, this is what she wanted after all. But the only thing she felt was emptiness. She had tried to look for Antonin during the battle, but with no luck. Slowly her hands went down towards her stomach. She had found out she was pregnant, about two months after their magical night together. She wanted to tell him, but had no way to get a message through to him.
"Guys, I'm going out for a bit, I need some time alone," Hermione said to Harry and Ron. They nodded at her, and let her go. They knew that it was a hard time for her with her pregnancy, and assumed that she had been raped at Malfoy Manor when they had been captured.
She walked down towards the black lake, and sat down on a rock near the lake. She sat there for a long time, and soon tears started rolling down her cheeks.
"Daragaya"
She quickly turned around, and saw Antonin standing there, right before her. He looked just awful, but he was there and alive.
"Antonin!" she squealed, before jumping in his arms.
"Gods I missed you!" he said and tried to bury his head behind all of her hair.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Hermione said, and pushed herself out of his embrace, to get a good look at him.
"I'm fine now that you are here," he said and looked at her, his eyes looking at her searching for cuts or bruises. They landed on her stomach, where you could see a small bump.
"What?" he said and looked at her, she saw his eyes flicking around from her stomach to her eyes.
"I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't find a way to get a message to you. I'm pregnant, Tonin, you are going to be a father." she said, and watched as Antonins eyes filled with tears.
"I love you Dorogaya," he said, and swept her off her feet, swinging her around in his arms, laughing.
"What do we do, Antonin?" Hermione asked, when he had put her down again.
"Come with me, I have managed to get a portkey to Russia. They'll keep me safe, and you as well. They had nothing to do with this war, and they will not look down on us. We are safe there. We can marry, start a family. We will be able to live our lives, together." he pleaded, and took her hands in his.
"But what about my friends here?" she asked, and looked at him.
"You have to choose. One day they will understand. But right now, they won't. I can't live without you Dorogaya, and I couldn't bear to go to Azkaban. Never to see you again or our child." he said and put his hands on her stomach.
Hermione looked up at the castle, the one place she had always called home.
"I'll go, but I have to leave a note behind for my friends, give me two minutes." Hermione said as she quickly wrote a note for Harry and Ron to find. She left it by the tree, alongside her beaded bag and her shirt. She knew her boys would find everything and knew it was from her.
"Let's go!" Hermione said as she moved to the Russian wizard, who took her in his arms, holding her tight, before they were swept off to Russia.
She didn't know what life would bring her, she just knew that she wanted her life to be with Antonin and their unborn child.
After all, she was drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame.