Treacherous Angels

Author's notes: Don't bitch, just read and review. the next chapters will explain everything. Thanks to my reviewers you encouraged me to write more chapters.

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Hermione walked down into the dungeons, covered in blood three days later. She yawned as she unlocked the door to Harry’s cell and walked in. he glared up at her as she placed a plate with food on the ground next to him.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, feeling tears form behind his eyes.

She ignored him regrettably locking the cell door.

She unlocked Viktor’s cell door, walked in and locked it behind her. He looked a mess. He looked up at her with blurry vision. She smiled slightly and pulled out her wand. He flinched and hurried away from her.

“I’m not going to hurt you Viktor.” She said softly.

“Vhy are here?” he asked almost exhausted.

“I came here to heal your wounds.” She replied, stretching her hand out to him.

He slowly took it and moved over in front of her, “I thought I would never be rescued.” He muttered.

Hermione stayed silent but unbuttoned his ripped shirt, looking over his wounds. She quickly healed them and put her wand away. She looked over him for a moment, and brushed her palm against his cheek.

“I missed you so much Hermione.” He whispered.

“I’m not the same Hermione you once knew Viktor.” She paused. “Get some rest.” She added, standing up.

She moved on to Ron’s cell and bent down in front of him. His lips were swollen and his eyes were blood shot. He was crusted with his own blood. Hermione let a tear trickle down her face.

“Get away from me you traitor!” he sputtered.

“Let me heal you,” she said, pulling out her wand.

“I’d rather suffer…” he snarled.

“Ron please. Just let me heal you or you will die!” she said, biting back tears.

She hated seeing her friends like this. But she had pledged her allegiance to the Dark Lord before she was born. Her parents had given her to him willingly.

“Piss off Hermione…I don’t want to see you.” He whispered.

She shook her head slowly and stood up and exited the cell, slamming the door shut. She trudged back up the staircase and into Lucius’ den. He was sitting behind his desk, as she walked through the passage.

“What were you doing down there?” he asked curiously.

“I was healing Viktor’s wounds. If the Dark Lord wants him to be torturable, then he’s going to need blood. He was losing a lot of it.” She said, walking up behind him.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to massage him, “That’s nice…” he moaned.

“What did you do with Draco?” she asked, running her hands down his chest.

“He’s with the Dark Lord. Playing slave.” Lucius replied, taking hold of her delicate hands.

She slid around the front of him and sat on his lap, playing with his hair, “I always loved your hair…” she said, twirling it around her fingers gingerly. “So silky, and delicate. Your hair brings your beauty out. I adore it.” She added as an afterthought.

“Thank you, love.” He replied, placing his hand on her thigh, slowly caressing her skin under her robes.

“So fill me in on what’s been going on for the past eight months here…” she whispered, undoing the black ribbon in his hair.

“Oh nothing special. Only the Viktor Krum ordeal. It’s funny, no one from the Ministry has been sent here to search my home. After I got out of Azkaban they didn’t even bother looking for me…quite boring.” He slipped his hand up her side and slid her robe off her shoulders.

“All thanks to me…” she whispered, shouldering his robe of him too.

Her robe fell to the floor whilst his draped over the back of the chair, “So how was the little eight months stunt I taught you?” he asked, licking her earlobe.

“Disastrous. As you suspected, Draco was the one who got me out of it.” she stood up and led him to the couch in front of the fire.

She pushed him down onto the couch slowly as sat upon his waist, unbuttoning his shirt. She removed the shirt to reveal his perfectly chiseled abs, scarred with a small marking. H.G sat just above his breast, like a marking of property. Twelve months ago, Hermione had marked him with her initials to let him and anyone else who dared touch him, know who he belonged to. She had the same on her inner thigh but with L.M.

“I’ve missed you doll.” He whispered, pulling her shirt over her head.

She ran her nails slowly but painfully down his chest, welting his skin instantly, “I’ve missed you too…” she said, before capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss.

She slid her tongue into his mouth and explored the mouth of a close stranger. She ground her hips into his and felt his arousal grind her sex. She ripped off her panties and threw them to the floor and began unzipping his pants. He unfastened her bra and dropped it behind his head, to study her creamy mounds.

Finally releasing his aching manhood, she stroked his shaft, teasing the tip with her thumb. Pre-cum oozed out as she spread it over his length, lubricating it for entry. She sat up on her knees and placed his penis at her entrance. She let herself down as his cock entered her entirely. He bucked his hips, desperate for movement.

“Anxious are we?’ she whispered huskily.

“You have no idea…” he replied, closing his eyes as she slowly moved her hips.