Dark Mark

Chapter 6


Hermione Granger was a happy witch.

She didn't smoke, but if she did, she'd have been seriously jonesing a puff right about now. She tipped her head up to kiss the stubbled chin of the Deatheater she'd just shagged.

"Stop that," he scolded, giving her shoulder a slap. "I've just sexually assaulted you, you shouldn't be lavishing me with displays of affection like that."

"Oh I'd hardly call that a rape," Hermione corrected him, snuggling in closer to his gaunt body with a contented sigh.

Barty was mortified. Who was this little brat to question his molestation performance??

"And what exactly would you call it, missy??"

Hermione shrugged, draping her arm across the dark wizard's chest to lazily stroke his forearm.

"Oh, I dunno...a mutual consent foray into mildly rough sex?"

Oh that tears it.

"Excuse me little missy but I am a convicted criminal and make no mistake I DID WHAT I WAS CONVICTED OF and when I sneak into an abandoned house in the middle of the night and force my attentions on an unsuspecting little girl it is most certainly NOT a---"

"Mutual consent foray."

"Yes that!!"

Hermione was giggling halfway into the tirade. Barty had began sputtering in frustration.

"Oh please---I'm hardly a 'little girl' and I think I would know if I wasn't consenting in this case. I'm in my final year and am quite capable of making intelligent decisions concerning my sexual partners."

She began planting soft little kisses across Barty's jaw, giggling girlishly at the rough whiskers tickling her lips as she made her way down his long slim neck, to the exaggerated V at the base of his throat. A long, deep sigh escaped his lips, a sound of exasperation and grudging surrender.

"Alright missy...have it your way."

Hermione, now straddling his bare stomach and working her way downwards with her hungry mouth, murmured softly against his bellybutton.

"Thank you, I will."


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