FIC: D is for Deranged
Title: D is for Deranged
Author: roadkill2580
Rating: R
Pairings: Scabior/Hermione
Prompt(s): Deranged
Warnings: bondage, non con
Summary: They are both obsessed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: for rayesesshyfan
The sight that greeted her when she reached the bottom of the stairs was deliciously arousing. A part of her knew that was she felt wasn't really, simply manufactured by magic. But that magic pushed that part away and focused wholly on what was in front of her.
At long last, the Snatcher that had stalked her was at her mercy. She had stripped him naked before she had left earlier. He wouldn't have anymore need of clothes, not for a very long time. Hermione's eyes drank in her captive, studying each line and muscle. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. He hadn't awoken yet but remained still and stretched out on the bed, each limb tied down securely.
A cruel grin pulled at her lips when she spotted the circles under his eyes. The poor thing had stayed up all night shouting at her, but the magic surrounding the room prevented any noise from escaping it. Hermione withdrew her wand and let off a loud bang. With a start, Scabior jerked awake. His blue eyes flew around the room wildly before settling on her. Recognition soon lit them, followed by wariness and finally the obsession. The obsession she now shared.
"Hello. Welcome to my home, " Hermione smiled. He scowled at her.
"Let me up witch. Let me up now and there won't be any consequences," he warned. Her smile grew wider as she approached him.
"And what would those consequences be, hmm? Everyone thinks you're dead. The Ministry hails me as one of many war heroes. No one knows you're here. And, if I have anything to say about it, you'll be here for a very long time," she pulled off her clothes slowly in as tantalizingly a manner as she could. A fire lit in her belly and Hermione was pleased to note that Scabior was already half hard.
"You're deranged!" he spat angrily. Hermione chuckled and kissed him on the cheek.
"You should have thought of that when you transferred your obsession to me. I am as obsessed with you as you are with me. Unfortunately, you failed to take into account that I am smarter than you. Now I am the one with the upper hand, and you belong to me. Best get used to it," she swung her leg over him and without further ceremony, sank on top of him. He was all hers.
Author: roadkill2580
Rating: R
Pairings: Scabior/Hermione
Prompt(s): Deranged
Warnings: bondage, non con
Summary: They are both obsessed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: for rayesesshyfan
The sight that greeted her when she reached the bottom of the stairs was deliciously arousing. A part of her knew that was she felt wasn't really, simply manufactured by magic. But that magic pushed that part away and focused wholly on what was in front of her.
At long last, the Snatcher that had stalked her was at her mercy. She had stripped him naked before she had left earlier. He wouldn't have anymore need of clothes, not for a very long time. Hermione's eyes drank in her captive, studying each line and muscle. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. He hadn't awoken yet but remained still and stretched out on the bed, each limb tied down securely.
A cruel grin pulled at her lips when she spotted the circles under his eyes. The poor thing had stayed up all night shouting at her, but the magic surrounding the room prevented any noise from escaping it. Hermione withdrew her wand and let off a loud bang. With a start, Scabior jerked awake. His blue eyes flew around the room wildly before settling on her. Recognition soon lit them, followed by wariness and finally the obsession. The obsession she now shared.
"Hello. Welcome to my home, " Hermione smiled. He scowled at her.
"Let me up witch. Let me up now and there won't be any consequences," he warned. Her smile grew wider as she approached him.
"And what would those consequences be, hmm? Everyone thinks you're dead. The Ministry hails me as one of many war heroes. No one knows you're here. And, if I have anything to say about it, you'll be here for a very long time," she pulled off her clothes slowly in as tantalizingly a manner as she could. A fire lit in her belly and Hermione was pleased to note that Scabior was already half hard.
"You're deranged!" he spat angrily. Hermione chuckled and kissed him on the cheek.
"You should have thought of that when you transferred your obsession to me. I am as obsessed with you as you are with me. Unfortunately, you failed to take into account that I am smarter than you. Now I am the one with the upper hand, and you belong to me. Best get used to it," she swung her leg over him and without further ceremony, sank on top of him. He was all hers.