FIC: Fated
Author: roadkill2580
Title: Fated
Rating: M15
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange/Hermione Granger/Rabastan Lestrange
Warnings: Veela!fic
Summary: Hermione tries to run from her fate.
Original Prompt: "Where did you think you could run that I wouldn't find you?"
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: Yeah, I totally went there.
"Where did you think you could run that I wouldn't find you?" the words were simultaneously smug and amused. Hermione's upper lip curled as she slowly retreated backward. She was stuck in a dead end alley made of brick and had no wand. Standing before her were the Lestrange brothers, both wearing similar expressions of triumph. It had been Rabastan that had spoken. No doubt he had used his tracking skills to find her. She cursed to herself. She knew she shouldn't have bothered with a wandless glamour. That was probably how he'd found her.
"I've snapped my wand. I'm not a citizen of the magical world anymore, and thus not subject to its laws. Including the laws about magical creatures and their mates," Hermione hissed angrily. It wouldn't do to panic. If she kept a cool head, she could escape them and go on the run. Again.
"Perhaps that excuse would work...if the wand you snapped had been your own, not Bellatrix's," Rodolphus pointed out. A feeling of dread came over her while she cursed inwardly. That damn bitch was dead and was still causing troubles for her. If she had never stolen Hermione's wand at Malfoy Manor three years ago, then the wand that was broken would've been her own, and she would be protected from her so called fated Veela mates. She flinched backward as they both stepped forward. The damn bastards were stalking her now that they had her cornered.
"I refuse to be bound to two Death Eater bastards," her voice had lowered into a snarl and the fight or flight impulse was growing ever stronger. The brothers ignored her and continued to approach slowly but steadily, crowding her and forcing her into a corner. With panic stealing all rational thought, she ran straight for them, hoping to maybe push past and keep running. There no such luck.
It was all too easy for them to grab her as soon as she was close enough. Her mad struggles didn't seem to have any affect. Almost immediately, she felt her body unwillingly relaxing as the proximity to her mates and the pheromones they were giving off registered in her subconscious mind. A warmth lit in her belly and Hermione shook her head. She didn't want to be aroused by them, damnit!
A large, long fingered hand wove in to her hair and tilted her head back to bare her neck. She whimpered, feeling the lust taking over her mind even as she fought to hold onto the last vestiges of control. Rabastan's mouth lowered to her neck to lick and suck, even nibbling occasionally. She could feel Rodolphus's hands running up and down her form, caressing her curves and testing the weight of her breasts.
When they pulled away for a brief moment, Hermione was horrified to discover that instead of pushing them away, she was pulling them closer. She tried to weakly protest. She didn't want this, this bond, didn't want them. She was silenced by Rabastan.
Moments later, the trio vanished, leaving no sign that they had ever been there.
Title: Fated
Rating: M15
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange/Hermione Granger/Rabastan Lestrange
Warnings: Veela!fic
Summary: Hermione tries to run from her fate.
Original Prompt: "Where did you think you could run that I wouldn't find you?"
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: Yeah, I totally went there.
"Where did you think you could run that I wouldn't find you?" the words were simultaneously smug and amused. Hermione's upper lip curled as she slowly retreated backward. She was stuck in a dead end alley made of brick and had no wand. Standing before her were the Lestrange brothers, both wearing similar expressions of triumph. It had been Rabastan that had spoken. No doubt he had used his tracking skills to find her. She cursed to herself. She knew she shouldn't have bothered with a wandless glamour. That was probably how he'd found her.
"I've snapped my wand. I'm not a citizen of the magical world anymore, and thus not subject to its laws. Including the laws about magical creatures and their mates," Hermione hissed angrily. It wouldn't do to panic. If she kept a cool head, she could escape them and go on the run. Again.
"Perhaps that excuse would work...if the wand you snapped had been your own, not Bellatrix's," Rodolphus pointed out. A feeling of dread came over her while she cursed inwardly. That damn bitch was dead and was still causing troubles for her. If she had never stolen Hermione's wand at Malfoy Manor three years ago, then the wand that was broken would've been her own, and she would be protected from her so called fated Veela mates. She flinched backward as they both stepped forward. The damn bastards were stalking her now that they had her cornered.
"I refuse to be bound to two Death Eater bastards," her voice had lowered into a snarl and the fight or flight impulse was growing ever stronger. The brothers ignored her and continued to approach slowly but steadily, crowding her and forcing her into a corner. With panic stealing all rational thought, she ran straight for them, hoping to maybe push past and keep running. There no such luck.
It was all too easy for them to grab her as soon as she was close enough. Her mad struggles didn't seem to have any affect. Almost immediately, she felt her body unwillingly relaxing as the proximity to her mates and the pheromones they were giving off registered in her subconscious mind. A warmth lit in her belly and Hermione shook her head. She didn't want to be aroused by them, damnit!
A large, long fingered hand wove in to her hair and tilted her head back to bare her neck. She whimpered, feeling the lust taking over her mind even as she fought to hold onto the last vestiges of control. Rabastan's mouth lowered to her neck to lick and suck, even nibbling occasionally. She could feel Rodolphus's hands running up and down her form, caressing her curves and testing the weight of her breasts.
When they pulled away for a brief moment, Hermione was horrified to discover that instead of pushing them away, she was pulling them closer. She tried to weakly protest. She didn't want this, this bond, didn't want them. She was silenced by Rabastan.
Moments later, the trio vanished, leaving no sign that they had ever been there.