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Title: Torn Apart
Fandom: Harry Potter (set during PoA)
Pairing: Pettigrew/Hermione, implied Pettigrew/Lupin
Word count: 1339
Rating: I'm gonna go with NC17
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and universe are property of JKR, Scholastic & other assorted publishers, and the WB....and I certainly wouldnt' be posting this for free if I could get money from it!
Notes: Been bored lately and reading a ton of fics over at pornish_pixies, and when "Tear you Apart" by She Wants Revenge came onto my playlist, this fic just sort of happened.
Warnings: Kinks galore....(not specified for ambiguity and deniability). all in all, a good mind-fucking. Also, haven't written anything in quite some time, so I don't guarentee it to be good. Also, not betaed. so uh...enjoy.
She’d always been a “good” girl. Did her homework, studied hard, got the grades, had the friends - or did once upon a time. She hadn’t known that the relatively simple and inconsequential act of buying a cat would change her life.
It all started when Crookshanks first went after Ron’s stupid rat, seemingly understanding when he said it was in his pocket. She had thought it was fitting, the know-it-all having a brilliant cat. But she hadn’t known that Crooks would go and make friends with Sirius Black, and she really didn’t know about Peter Pettigrew (unless you counted the publicly accepted facts). The day that Scabbers was “eaten”, she had lost what had made her world work - her friends. She also lost a couple hours of time; something that she hadn’t thought much of, what with all of the time she had repeated and gotten confused on with the time turner.
Since Ron and Harry were avoiding her, she thought that the reason that she always felt cold and anxious these days was that she missed them and it was getting towards exams. That and that she had just gotten the news that Buckbeak had lost. She thought that when Ron offered to help with the research for the appeals process that she’d cheer up, but she still felt that cold feeling.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, when Scabbers suddenly appeared in Hagrid’s hut, but surely that had to do with the fact that people were coming to execute Buckbeak, right? They snuck out the back, and were getting out of there under the invisibility cloak when Scabbers made his break for freedom, wand that grim Harry had seen attacked Ron and dragged him away. She wanted to get as far away from the horrible feelings that she’d been experiencing over the last few minutes, so she tried to get Harry to go with her to get help, but instead her so-called friend dragged her closer and closer to the dark cloud on her horizon.
At first she thought that maybe it was Sirius Black that made her feel so uncomfortable - that had to be it, right? But then Professor Lupin and Professor Snape came, and Black told about how it really hadn’t been him, and she was so confused. Then they changed Scabbers into a person (Pettigrew), and she tried to put the puzzle pieces together, something hanging at the back of her mind. As Pettigrew started to plead like the little shit he was, she regained a memory she hadn’t known was gone, hadn’t known was stolen from her. And as he started towards her, she backed away, horrified, and hoped that no one would notice her pull out her time turner and flip it a couple of times.
She appeared just outside the shack, in Hogsmeade, two hours earlier, and fell into the fetal position, remembering.
Ron had just accused her cat of eating Scabbers, and she had argued that there was no proof, then gave up and went to sob about it in an abandoned classroom. After being there for a few minutes, she heard a noise and looked up to see an odd, dirty, pointy nosed man close the door and spell it locked. She jumped up, and asked “Who are you?” getting no response, she angrily said “If you won’t answer, I’ll have no choice but to think that you’re here without permission, and I’ll yell for Dumbledore.” She was about to go on, giving him a piece of her mind, when he cast a silencio and a petrificus in quick succession, and she fell to the floor with a painful thud.
“Well well well, if it isn’t Harry’s mudblood friend. Oh wait, my death is the reason you three aren’t best of buds anymore. So sorry - wait, did I say sorry? I’m not sorry at all.” He said in a high pitched menacing voice that, if she hadn’t been so afraid might have been rather funny. “You’re too smart for your own good, always being such a snotty bitch to everyone. Just like Remus and James were, and with the exception of being smart, so was Sirius. They always made fun of poor stupid, fat, Peter Pettigrew. Well, now they’ve all paid for it. I made sure of that. Yes I did. And now, now I’m going to make sure that you pay for it too, so that you don’t ruin their lives.” His mouth twitched oddly, and he sniffed the air as though he could somehow tell if someone was going to come along and save her.
“I’ve got something for you,” he said, “drink up.” and poured the vial down her helpless throat. Unbearable pain came over her for what felt like a lifetime until suddenly, it stopped. “There. Now I can do what I came here to do.” And she looked around to see mirrors in every direction, showing a naked Pettigrew and a man she’d never seen before. Pettigrew leaned over the man and started licking and suckling at his dick, and Hermione started, feeling a strange sensation down below. She suddenly wished that victims of petrificus could move their head at least, because she didn’t know what was real. As Pettigrew continued administering attention to the mirror-man’s genitals, she felt a pool of warmth gather in her groin, and gave a silent groan and blushed as she helplessly watched the rat-faced man coax mirror-man’s cock to full attention.
She didn’t know when she realized that whatever Pettigrew had given her had made her into that man she saw in the mirror, but it was probably about the time when Pettigrew spat on his cock and shoved himself into that poor mirror-man, and she nearly died with the pain of being split open. Pettigrew moaned “God, you’re so tight. Fuck” and then started thrusting with wild abandon, and it hurt so good to have him bury himself deep in her ass and hit just there. Then Pettigrew cast a finite incantem, and her once silent moans suddenly were audible. Able to move, she arched into him, and felt an indescribable sensation starting in what she thought must be her temporary balls. She reached down to touch her cock and Pettigrew pulled her arms over her head and summoned rope which he used to tie her to the desk. Then he made the tip of his wand red hot and pressed it against her skin and she screamed and he moaned and grabbed her cock and jerkily fisted it in time with his erratic thrusts. He came with a moan and a shout of “Remus!” and that feeling she had felt before overwhelmed her and hot come spurted out of her cock and she clenched around Pettigrew’s cock, milking the last of his come unknowingly. She felt so wrong, so dirty, and so much pain. Pettigrew pulled out and dragged his wand tip once more across her belly and up to one of her nipples, dragging screams from the very core of her soul, then laughed and cast an anti-scarring spell. He forced another potion down her sore throat and then - OBLIVIATE!.
In the fetal position outside the shack, she remembered, and felt a vile feeling of lust and sadness for that man that had taught her a lesson that she knew that even an obliviate would never let her forget. She eventually found her way back into the shack and rejoined her friends and the last of the marauders as though nothing had ever happened. And later, when Professor Dumbledore asked her to help save the innocent and to follow the law, she knew that saving the innocent was something she would always want to do, but that following the law was not as she watched Pettigrew change back into a rat and bound away into the darkness, as a howl broke the silence of the night. She wasn’t a good girl anymore - but no one could know that. No one.
Title: Torn Apart
Fandom: Harry Potter (set during PoA)
Pairing: Pettigrew/Hermione, implied Pettigrew/Lupin
Word count: 1339
Rating: I'm gonna go with NC17
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and universe are property of JKR, Scholastic & other assorted publishers, and the WB....and I certainly wouldnt' be posting this for free if I could get money from it!
Notes: Been bored lately and reading a ton of fics over at pornish_pixies, and when "Tear you Apart" by She Wants Revenge came onto my playlist, this fic just sort of happened.
Warnings: Kinks galore....(not specified for ambiguity and deniability). all in all, a good mind-fucking. Also, haven't written anything in quite some time, so I don't guarentee it to be good. Also, not betaed. so uh...enjoy.
She’d always been a “good” girl. Did her homework, studied hard, got the grades, had the friends - or did once upon a time. She hadn’t known that the relatively simple and inconsequential act of buying a cat would change her life.
It all started when Crookshanks first went after Ron’s stupid rat, seemingly understanding when he said it was in his pocket. She had thought it was fitting, the know-it-all having a brilliant cat. But she hadn’t known that Crooks would go and make friends with Sirius Black, and she really didn’t know about Peter Pettigrew (unless you counted the publicly accepted facts). The day that Scabbers was “eaten”, she had lost what had made her world work - her friends. She also lost a couple hours of time; something that she hadn’t thought much of, what with all of the time she had repeated and gotten confused on with the time turner.
Since Ron and Harry were avoiding her, she thought that the reason that she always felt cold and anxious these days was that she missed them and it was getting towards exams. That and that she had just gotten the news that Buckbeak had lost. She thought that when Ron offered to help with the research for the appeals process that she’d cheer up, but she still felt that cold feeling.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, when Scabbers suddenly appeared in Hagrid’s hut, but surely that had to do with the fact that people were coming to execute Buckbeak, right? They snuck out the back, and were getting out of there under the invisibility cloak when Scabbers made his break for freedom, wand that grim Harry had seen attacked Ron and dragged him away. She wanted to get as far away from the horrible feelings that she’d been experiencing over the last few minutes, so she tried to get Harry to go with her to get help, but instead her so-called friend dragged her closer and closer to the dark cloud on her horizon.
At first she thought that maybe it was Sirius Black that made her feel so uncomfortable - that had to be it, right? But then Professor Lupin and Professor Snape came, and Black told about how it really hadn’t been him, and she was so confused. Then they changed Scabbers into a person (Pettigrew), and she tried to put the puzzle pieces together, something hanging at the back of her mind. As Pettigrew started to plead like the little shit he was, she regained a memory she hadn’t known was gone, hadn’t known was stolen from her. And as he started towards her, she backed away, horrified, and hoped that no one would notice her pull out her time turner and flip it a couple of times.
She appeared just outside the shack, in Hogsmeade, two hours earlier, and fell into the fetal position, remembering.
Ron had just accused her cat of eating Scabbers, and she had argued that there was no proof, then gave up and went to sob about it in an abandoned classroom. After being there for a few minutes, she heard a noise and looked up to see an odd, dirty, pointy nosed man close the door and spell it locked. She jumped up, and asked “Who are you?” getting no response, she angrily said “If you won’t answer, I’ll have no choice but to think that you’re here without permission, and I’ll yell for Dumbledore.” She was about to go on, giving him a piece of her mind, when he cast a silencio and a petrificus in quick succession, and she fell to the floor with a painful thud.
“Well well well, if it isn’t Harry’s mudblood friend. Oh wait, my death is the reason you three aren’t best of buds anymore. So sorry - wait, did I say sorry? I’m not sorry at all.” He said in a high pitched menacing voice that, if she hadn’t been so afraid might have been rather funny. “You’re too smart for your own good, always being such a snotty bitch to everyone. Just like Remus and James were, and with the exception of being smart, so was Sirius. They always made fun of poor stupid, fat, Peter Pettigrew. Well, now they’ve all paid for it. I made sure of that. Yes I did. And now, now I’m going to make sure that you pay for it too, so that you don’t ruin their lives.” His mouth twitched oddly, and he sniffed the air as though he could somehow tell if someone was going to come along and save her.
“I’ve got something for you,” he said, “drink up.” and poured the vial down her helpless throat. Unbearable pain came over her for what felt like a lifetime until suddenly, it stopped. “There. Now I can do what I came here to do.” And she looked around to see mirrors in every direction, showing a naked Pettigrew and a man she’d never seen before. Pettigrew leaned over the man and started licking and suckling at his dick, and Hermione started, feeling a strange sensation down below. She suddenly wished that victims of petrificus could move their head at least, because she didn’t know what was real. As Pettigrew continued administering attention to the mirror-man’s genitals, she felt a pool of warmth gather in her groin, and gave a silent groan and blushed as she helplessly watched the rat-faced man coax mirror-man’s cock to full attention.
She didn’t know when she realized that whatever Pettigrew had given her had made her into that man she saw in the mirror, but it was probably about the time when Pettigrew spat on his cock and shoved himself into that poor mirror-man, and she nearly died with the pain of being split open. Pettigrew moaned “God, you’re so tight. Fuck” and then started thrusting with wild abandon, and it hurt so good to have him bury himself deep in her ass and hit just there. Then Pettigrew cast a finite incantem, and her once silent moans suddenly were audible. Able to move, she arched into him, and felt an indescribable sensation starting in what she thought must be her temporary balls. She reached down to touch her cock and Pettigrew pulled her arms over her head and summoned rope which he used to tie her to the desk. Then he made the tip of his wand red hot and pressed it against her skin and she screamed and he moaned and grabbed her cock and jerkily fisted it in time with his erratic thrusts. He came with a moan and a shout of “Remus!” and that feeling she had felt before overwhelmed her and hot come spurted out of her cock and she clenched around Pettigrew’s cock, milking the last of his come unknowingly. She felt so wrong, so dirty, and so much pain. Pettigrew pulled out and dragged his wand tip once more across her belly and up to one of her nipples, dragging screams from the very core of her soul, then laughed and cast an anti-scarring spell. He forced another potion down her sore throat and then - OBLIVIATE!.
In the fetal position outside the shack, she remembered, and felt a vile feeling of lust and sadness for that man that had taught her a lesson that she knew that even an obliviate would never let her forget. She eventually found her way back into the shack and rejoined her friends and the last of the marauders as though nothing had ever happened. And later, when Professor Dumbledore asked her to help save the innocent and to follow the law, she knew that saving the innocent was something she would always want to do, but that following the law was not as she watched Pettigrew change back into a rat and bound away into the darkness, as a howl broke the silence of the night. She wasn’t a good girl anymore - but no one could know that. No one.