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10
Chapter 10
Barty Crouch Junior was a very happy, though undeniably psychotic, wizard.
The little witch from Hogsmeade had fallen into his trap so perfectly that even he was amazed at how well it had gone off. He had no doubt she was on her way to him right this very moment; she would come back for more of what she'd gotten a taste of in the Shrieking Shack, and he would use her for two purposes.
First, to get himself off.
Second, to get himself out.
He snickered. Barty Crouch Jr., Deatheater, personal assistant (part time) to The Dark Lord Himself, murderer, torturer, and all around psycho, going straight?
Not bloody likely.
He kicked back on the comfy bed he had been provided (why do the good guys always have the best furnishings? he mused to himself) and waited for Hermione Granger to come knocking.
He felt a familiar ache in his groin.
I hope I don't wind up having to kill her...she wasn't half bad, and that thing she did with her tongue....EGAD.
Not that he had any real qualms about snuffing her. He just had sex on his mind...and lots of it.
He was grinning madly when he heard the scuffle outside his door and turned to see the door open; there in the doorway, panting with great effort, stood the object of his lustifications, dragging the stupified guard behind her.
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"You mean they only set one guard on me? I think I'm insulted."
"You volunteered for this, remember? It's not like they felt the need to post a batallion outside your door."
Crouch looked distinctly consternated, staring at the stupefied guard. The young man didn't even look particularly strong; probably a seventh year looking for some extra credit. He doubted Dumbledore had taken to using a Rent-A-Wizard Protection service.
"I really am insulted. This is a kid!"
"Get over it, will you? You're going good, if you'll recall. You're acting as if you're still a threat to be taken seriously."
Barty reached out so quickly Hermione didn't have time to react before he grabbed her and yanked her fiercely to him, slamming her up against his chest, their faces just centimeters apart, noses touching.
"I most definitely AM a threat to be taken seriously, young missy," he snarled. "If you need some proof---" He yanked her savagely again, grinding his hips against her so she could feel his concrete erection. "---I'll be more than happy to provide it!!"
Hermione began to have a sneaking suspicion that all was not as it seemed.
"Barty---"
"Shhh!"
The strong hands holding her forearms didn't loosen their grip, but Hermione found the pain to be...somewhat exciting. She pondered that for a brief moment...yes, exciting was definitely the correct term to describe it. Barty began savagely kissing her, scraping his whiskery chin roughly across the sensitive flesh of her throat as he bent her backwards, grinding against her pelvis, leaving no doubt in her mind that there was most definitely a throbbing erection waiting inside those trousers for her. She slipped her hand between them and ran it slowly downwards until she heard Barty moan against her neck.
The next few moments were a blur to Hermione, as she found herself suddenly flat on her back on the bed with Barty above her, frantically ripping her clothes off.
"Wait!" she protested feebly, trying to stop his hands as they tore her blouse open, sending buttons flying. "I have to go back to my dorm tonight, I can't show up looking like I've been assaulted!"
Barty pressed a palm over her mouth, moving his face close to hers so he was looking her squarely in the eye. The expression Hermione saw there frightened her a bit...which she found terribly arousing, to her utter surprise and mild shame. Geezus, what am I turning into??
Barty didn't say a word, simply raised his other hand and slowly wagged his finger at her in a "no no" gesture that needed no further explanation.
He resumed his task of removing her clothing, making sure to either rip or completely mangle each item as he freed it from her body and threw it across the room. Hermione shrugged and gave up trying to stop him; he obviously had a kink concerning school uniforms. Who was she to deny him his perversion? As long as he eventually fucked her, he could do just about anything he wanted.
Once she was completely naked save for her panties, Barty knelt over her and began kissing her...no, wait, those weren't kisses...Hermione shivered when she realized he was licking her, his tongue gliding wetly over her skin, lingering on the most sensitive patches...he raised his head and blew gently on the skin where he had licked it, watching with a sly grin as gooseflesh broke out and the girl beneath him trembled.
"Aye missy...you taste like a sugar lolly," he murmured, his mouth pressed into the depression at the center of her torso, between the two lowermost ribs. "Shall I lick you until you dissolve...?"
Hermione smiled, tangling her fingers in his thick dark hair. "Please do." Her voice was husky and took her by surprise; for a moment the reality of the entire situation slapped her in the face and she stared at herself in the mirror of her consciousness wondering how in the hell she had gotten to this point. Shagging Deatheaters, scheming with people's lives, hexing castle staff....who was she and what had this man done with Hermione Granger?!
Barty's mouth trailed hotly down the center of her stomach, lingering momentarily at her bellybutton before continuing its path lower. Hermione gasped, biting her tongue as his course stubbly chin made contact with her inflamed, throbbing button.
The mirror shattered and fell in glimmering shards at her feet.
I don't care where she went, she caught herself thinking as a warm, wet tongue began probing between her legs, sending shivers of intense pleasure coursing through her body. So long as she stays gone till tomorrow.
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Barty Crouch Junior was a very happy, though undeniably psychotic, wizard.
The little witch from Hogsmeade had fallen into his trap so perfectly that even he was amazed at how well it had gone off. He had no doubt she was on her way to him right this very moment; she would come back for more of what she'd gotten a taste of in the Shrieking Shack, and he would use her for two purposes.
First, to get himself off.
Second, to get himself out.
He snickered. Barty Crouch Jr., Deatheater, personal assistant (part time) to The Dark Lord Himself, murderer, torturer, and all around psycho, going straight?
Not bloody likely.
He kicked back on the comfy bed he had been provided (why do the good guys always have the best furnishings? he mused to himself) and waited for Hermione Granger to come knocking.
He felt a familiar ache in his groin.
I hope I don't wind up having to kill her...she wasn't half bad, and that thing she did with her tongue....EGAD.
Not that he had any real qualms about snuffing her. He just had sex on his mind...and lots of it.
He was grinning madly when he heard the scuffle outside his door and turned to see the door open; there in the doorway, panting with great effort, stood the object of his lustifications, dragging the stupified guard behind her.
-------------------------------------------
"You mean they only set one guard on me? I think I'm insulted."
"You volunteered for this, remember? It's not like they felt the need to post a batallion outside your door."
Crouch looked distinctly consternated, staring at the stupefied guard. The young man didn't even look particularly strong; probably a seventh year looking for some extra credit. He doubted Dumbledore had taken to using a Rent-A-Wizard Protection service.
"I really am insulted. This is a kid!"
"Get over it, will you? You're going good, if you'll recall. You're acting as if you're still a threat to be taken seriously."
Barty reached out so quickly Hermione didn't have time to react before he grabbed her and yanked her fiercely to him, slamming her up against his chest, their faces just centimeters apart, noses touching.
"I most definitely AM a threat to be taken seriously, young missy," he snarled. "If you need some proof---" He yanked her savagely again, grinding his hips against her so she could feel his concrete erection. "---I'll be more than happy to provide it!!"
Hermione began to have a sneaking suspicion that all was not as it seemed.
"Barty---"
"Shhh!"
The strong hands holding her forearms didn't loosen their grip, but Hermione found the pain to be...somewhat exciting. She pondered that for a brief moment...yes, exciting was definitely the correct term to describe it. Barty began savagely kissing her, scraping his whiskery chin roughly across the sensitive flesh of her throat as he bent her backwards, grinding against her pelvis, leaving no doubt in her mind that there was most definitely a throbbing erection waiting inside those trousers for her. She slipped her hand between them and ran it slowly downwards until she heard Barty moan against her neck.
The next few moments were a blur to Hermione, as she found herself suddenly flat on her back on the bed with Barty above her, frantically ripping her clothes off.
"Wait!" she protested feebly, trying to stop his hands as they tore her blouse open, sending buttons flying. "I have to go back to my dorm tonight, I can't show up looking like I've been assaulted!"
Barty pressed a palm over her mouth, moving his face close to hers so he was looking her squarely in the eye. The expression Hermione saw there frightened her a bit...which she found terribly arousing, to her utter surprise and mild shame. Geezus, what am I turning into??
Barty didn't say a word, simply raised his other hand and slowly wagged his finger at her in a "no no" gesture that needed no further explanation.
He resumed his task of removing her clothing, making sure to either rip or completely mangle each item as he freed it from her body and threw it across the room. Hermione shrugged and gave up trying to stop him; he obviously had a kink concerning school uniforms. Who was she to deny him his perversion? As long as he eventually fucked her, he could do just about anything he wanted.
Once she was completely naked save for her panties, Barty knelt over her and began kissing her...no, wait, those weren't kisses...Hermione shivered when she realized he was licking her, his tongue gliding wetly over her skin, lingering on the most sensitive patches...he raised his head and blew gently on the skin where he had licked it, watching with a sly grin as gooseflesh broke out and the girl beneath him trembled.
"Aye missy...you taste like a sugar lolly," he murmured, his mouth pressed into the depression at the center of her torso, between the two lowermost ribs. "Shall I lick you until you dissolve...?"
Hermione smiled, tangling her fingers in his thick dark hair. "Please do." Her voice was husky and took her by surprise; for a moment the reality of the entire situation slapped her in the face and she stared at herself in the mirror of her consciousness wondering how in the hell she had gotten to this point. Shagging Deatheaters, scheming with people's lives, hexing castle staff....who was she and what had this man done with Hermione Granger?!
Barty's mouth trailed hotly down the center of her stomach, lingering momentarily at her bellybutton before continuing its path lower. Hermione gasped, biting her tongue as his course stubbly chin made contact with her inflamed, throbbing button.
The mirror shattered and fell in glimmering shards at her feet.
I don't care where she went, she caught herself thinking as a warm, wet tongue began probing between her legs, sending shivers of intense pleasure coursing through her body. So long as she stays gone till tomorrow.
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