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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Barty
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Adult +
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20
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6,756
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16
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4
Chapter 4
Barty Crouch Jr was cackling with sadistic glee at his fiendishly clever plan---sneak into the Shrieking Shack, follow the underground corridors to the castle, then infiltrate his measly black guts out.
By infiltrate, he of course meant conquer, rape, pillage, and plunder.
Especially rape. He hadn't been with a witch in quite some time and the juices were backing up; he needed someone of the female persuasion, and he needed her soon.
A broken bed lay in shambles to one side of the room, looking for all the world like the victim of a battle between wizards with incredibly bad aim. A grand piano likewise lay in ruin. Myriad footprints ran everywhere in the thick coat of dust the floor wore like a mantle; Crouch studied them, trying to ascertain the series of events that led to the jumbled tracks. Large pawprints crossed from one side of the room to the other, stopping behind the door...an Animagus had been here, he could tell by the way the pawprints stopped abruptly and were resumed by human footprints.
Interesting.
He was bent over peering at a set of tiny rat-like prints when a creaking floorboard sent him scrambling across the room to hide behind an open armoire cabinet; he watched as the door opened slowly and a touseled head with long brown hair poked in.
Yes!! Female! Bartemius Crouch Junior, your luck just gets better and better.
The girl entered cautiously, her large dark eyes doing a quick sweep of the room as she crossed toward the staircase; Barty could see that she was young, maybe 16 or 17, and reasonably attractive....not that her attractiveness or lack of it made him much difference at this point. His groin was beginning to ache and the perpetual hard-on he'd sported since his exodus from Azkaban was starting to get annoying.
Right now just about anything would do.
Anxious and impatient, he kicked the cabinet door shut and stepped out into the open. The girl jumped and spun around, eyes wide, mouth open in screaming position but nothing more than a strangled gulp coming out as she stood frozen in place, staring at him. She dropped the sweets bag she'd been carrying; it plopped to the floor with a resounding THUD.
"Hello pretty."
Hermione didn't move, didn't scream, and didn't run...in fact she did little more than close her mouth and continue staring at the man as he strolled nonchalantly toward her, hands in pockets, grinning a devilish grin. His hair was unkempt and sticking up in all directions, a bit like a near-fatal case of bedhead she thought to herself, and his eyes were large and dark and...friendly. No, that couldn't be right, could it? Hermione squinted to see better in the dim light.
Yes, those eyes were most definitely friendly, and at the moment they were raking over her in a manner that was both brutal and admiring.
"Who are you?"
"Oh brilliant question that, is that the best you can do? Who are you? Couldn't you think of anything better to ask than that? Frightfully common question, I would think under the circumstances you could come up with something a little more original---"
"What do you want?!"
The dark eyes dragged over her again, sending a shiver up her spine that struck Hermione as not particularly unpleasant.
"Why missy....I want you, of course."
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Barty Crouch Jr was cackling with sadistic glee at his fiendishly clever plan---sneak into the Shrieking Shack, follow the underground corridors to the castle, then infiltrate his measly black guts out.
By infiltrate, he of course meant conquer, rape, pillage, and plunder.
Especially rape. He hadn't been with a witch in quite some time and the juices were backing up; he needed someone of the female persuasion, and he needed her soon.
A broken bed lay in shambles to one side of the room, looking for all the world like the victim of a battle between wizards with incredibly bad aim. A grand piano likewise lay in ruin. Myriad footprints ran everywhere in the thick coat of dust the floor wore like a mantle; Crouch studied them, trying to ascertain the series of events that led to the jumbled tracks. Large pawprints crossed from one side of the room to the other, stopping behind the door...an Animagus had been here, he could tell by the way the pawprints stopped abruptly and were resumed by human footprints.
Interesting.
He was bent over peering at a set of tiny rat-like prints when a creaking floorboard sent him scrambling across the room to hide behind an open armoire cabinet; he watched as the door opened slowly and a touseled head with long brown hair poked in.
Yes!! Female! Bartemius Crouch Junior, your luck just gets better and better.
The girl entered cautiously, her large dark eyes doing a quick sweep of the room as she crossed toward the staircase; Barty could see that she was young, maybe 16 or 17, and reasonably attractive....not that her attractiveness or lack of it made him much difference at this point. His groin was beginning to ache and the perpetual hard-on he'd sported since his exodus from Azkaban was starting to get annoying.
Right now just about anything would do.
Anxious and impatient, he kicked the cabinet door shut and stepped out into the open. The girl jumped and spun around, eyes wide, mouth open in screaming position but nothing more than a strangled gulp coming out as she stood frozen in place, staring at him. She dropped the sweets bag she'd been carrying; it plopped to the floor with a resounding THUD.
"Hello pretty."
Hermione didn't move, didn't scream, and didn't run...in fact she did little more than close her mouth and continue staring at the man as he strolled nonchalantly toward her, hands in pockets, grinning a devilish grin. His hair was unkempt and sticking up in all directions, a bit like a near-fatal case of bedhead she thought to herself, and his eyes were large and dark and...friendly. No, that couldn't be right, could it? Hermione squinted to see better in the dim light.
Yes, those eyes were most definitely friendly, and at the moment they were raking over her in a manner that was both brutal and admiring.
"Who are you?"
"Oh brilliant question that, is that the best you can do? Who are you? Couldn't you think of anything better to ask than that? Frightfully common question, I would think under the circumstances you could come up with something a little more original---"
"What do you want?!"
The dark eyes dragged over her again, sending a shiver up her spine that struck Hermione as not particularly unpleasant.
"Why missy....I want you, of course."
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