Devious
Title: Devious
Team Name: Spy for the Men in Black
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: PG
Challenge: Masquerade Challenge
The nerves Hermione felt wanted to wrack her body. The masked faces of Death Eaters laughed and chatted all around her, alcohol swirling in their blood. She herself was masked, her hair five shades darker. Her blue eyes darted from figure to figure.
Where was he?
She had sent herself on a mission, albeit a very stupid one at that. Albus raged at her not to go searching for him. He would come back. Yet it had been nearly three weeks since they had last seen him. Severus wasn’t quite a friend, so to say, but he had become... important.
~
The menacing strangers around her seemed high on their celebration of general death and destruction. More than a few men leered at her. Hermione felt sick but she pressed on. She was a proud auror after all. And he was here. Somewhere. She felt frustrated and a bit frightened. Was Voldemort here? She prayed not.
A flute of alcohol was posed delicately in her hand yet she dare not drink. Hermione casually traipsed to the end of the ballroom and swiveled so she could view the entire area.
A cool hand suddenly traced down the back of her neck.
~
Hermione stiffened, freezing to the spot.
“Ms. Granger,” a dark, silky voice growled quietly against her neck. “What do you think you are doing here?”
“S---”
“Do not speak my name aloud, you insufferable girl,” he growled. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she felt his lips speaking. He was trying to make it as if they were a flirtatious couple.
“What do you think you are doing here?” he demanded of her. She could hear the rage in his whisper.
“To find you. We thought you were dead -”
“You mean you.” He hissed.
~
Hermione opened her mouth but snapped it shut. For some reason her cheeks colored. He was wearing a mask. She could feel it against her head. Still, she felt indignant.
“We haven’t heard from you in weeks. Something could have happened - “
“You chit, I have been gone far longer without a word to them except when it was needed. He knows of my absence and if something were to arise I would say. I can not believe you are here!” He spat.
Hermione clenched her jaw. Shit. She should have known better. Much better. What was wrong with her?
~
Severus wrenched her to face him. He was all in black, as usual, but with trimmings of deep blue around the cuffs. His mask was decorated with the same color. Hermione noted with some unrecognized pleasure that his hair was up. His eyes, however, were black with fury. She flinched.
“H-how,” she cleared her throat. “Did you find me?”
“I could smell your scent from across the room,” he said through his teeth. He was going to say something more but was abruptly intererrupted.
“It’s time to line up the women,” Lucius Malfoy’s voice rang, his tone lascivious.
Team Name: Spy for the Men in Black
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: PG
Challenge: Masquerade Challenge
The nerves Hermione felt wanted to wrack her body. The masked faces of Death Eaters laughed and chatted all around her, alcohol swirling in their blood. She herself was masked, her hair five shades darker. Her blue eyes darted from figure to figure.
Where was he?
She had sent herself on a mission, albeit a very stupid one at that. Albus raged at her not to go searching for him. He would come back. Yet it had been nearly three weeks since they had last seen him. Severus wasn’t quite a friend, so to say, but he had become... important.
~
The menacing strangers around her seemed high on their celebration of general death and destruction. More than a few men leered at her. Hermione felt sick but she pressed on. She was a proud auror after all. And he was here. Somewhere. She felt frustrated and a bit frightened. Was Voldemort here? She prayed not.
A flute of alcohol was posed delicately in her hand yet she dare not drink. Hermione casually traipsed to the end of the ballroom and swiveled so she could view the entire area.
A cool hand suddenly traced down the back of her neck.
~
Hermione stiffened, freezing to the spot.
“Ms. Granger,” a dark, silky voice growled quietly against her neck. “What do you think you are doing here?”
“S---”
“Do not speak my name aloud, you insufferable girl,” he growled. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she felt his lips speaking. He was trying to make it as if they were a flirtatious couple.
“What do you think you are doing here?” he demanded of her. She could hear the rage in his whisper.
“To find you. We thought you were dead -”
“You mean you.” He hissed.
~
Hermione opened her mouth but snapped it shut. For some reason her cheeks colored. He was wearing a mask. She could feel it against her head. Still, she felt indignant.
“We haven’t heard from you in weeks. Something could have happened - “
“You chit, I have been gone far longer without a word to them except when it was needed. He knows of my absence and if something were to arise I would say. I can not believe you are here!” He spat.
Hermione clenched her jaw. Shit. She should have known better. Much better. What was wrong with her?
~
Severus wrenched her to face him. He was all in black, as usual, but with trimmings of deep blue around the cuffs. His mask was decorated with the same color. Hermione noted with some unrecognized pleasure that his hair was up. His eyes, however, were black with fury. She flinched.
“H-how,” she cleared her throat. “Did you find me?”
“I could smell your scent from across the room,” he said through his teeth. He was going to say something more but was abruptly intererrupted.
“It’s time to line up the women,” Lucius Malfoy’s voice rang, his tone lascivious.