Indelicate Intentions

Disclaimer: I am using characters that I did not create, but the plot is mine.

Thank you, Madame_GoodSnatch, for reading this for me.

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The rain was pouring down on Hermione as she stumbled through the streets of London. She didn’t care that her hair was plastered onto her head or that her clothes were soaked completely. Things were not as they’d seemed. She’d entered Grimmauld Place two days earlier than scheduled to surprise Ron.

Instead, she’d been the one to get surprised. Ron wasn’t alone in his bed when she opened his door. Lavender was there with him, and they’d been in the midst of shagging. Both had shrieked upon seeing her stand in the doorway of course. Ron had tossed Lavender aside to run after Hermione.

But it was too late. She didn’t want to hear his pitiful excuses or smell the liquor on his breath. Lavender shouldn’t even know about Grimmauld Place. It was Secret-Kept. The only one who could have given her that information was Harry, so as it was, Harry had betrayed her, too. Hermione hadn’t felt so alone in a long time.

“Why, Ron?” she sobbed, not caring if anyone saw her talking to herself. She paused when she caught sight of her reflection in the glass of a window nearby. She looked frightful, eye makeup running down her cheeks while her expression was one of sorrow.

‘Why should I let Lavender win so easily?’ she asked herself. ‘I should go back and fight for what’s mine, shouldn’t I?’ She frowned then. ‘Is he worth fighting for? I was only gone for a week, and I’d only planned to be away a few more days. Was I not worth waiting for? Is sex that important to him?’

Steeling her resolve to face them, she Disapparated with a small pop. She paused on the pavement in front of headquarters while thinking over what she’d say to both of them. Lavender would have to leave first of all. That was a given. Harry would have to explain why he allowed her in and if he knew what was going on. Then, she would ask Ron what he’d been thinking to cheat on her with his old girlfriend!

As she pondered this, the rain slowed to a drizzle, and she was able to make out a person standing across the street next to a few dustbins. She immediately felt uneasy. What would someone be doing standing out in the rain? Only a fool would do such a thing. As this thought occurred to her, she began laughing earnestly. She was such a fool, wasn’t she?

In that instant, something else happened. The door to Grimmauld Place had opened. Lavender made her way out onto the street. As she neared Hermione, she paused, looking guilty.

“Hermione, I don’t know what to say,” she began.

“Don’t say anything,” Hermione yelled.

“You’re angry, aren’t you?”

“You think?” she bit back sarcastically. “How can you think that I wouldn’t be? He’s my boyfriend!”

“But he was mine first,” Lavender said quietly. “I loved him first.”

“I doubt that seriously.”

“That I loved him?” Lavender’s voice was rising as she moved closer. “You have no idea how I felt and still feel about him.”

“Well, it’s too late for—”

Interrupting Hermione, Lavender shook her head, yelling, “He will always come back to me. Don’t you understand that? I’m the only one who knows what he really likes, how he really feels about things. No matter who he is seeing, I will always make myself available to him.” She smirked then, all traces of guilt leaving her expression. “If you want a life with him, you’ll have to make room for me, too. No matter what you think, I’ll always be there with open arms when things get a little rough between the two of you.”

Hermione slapped her instinctively. “You dirty little… whore! How dare you?”

Touching her stinging cheek, Lavender said, “You should have never taken him from me in the first place!”

Suddenly, there were a couple of pops of Apparition around them, and someone grabbed Hermione from behind, whispering silkily, “All this trouble over a Weasley? Definitely not worth it.”

Before Hermione could say anything, her mouth was covered, and she was pulled back against the firm chest of her assailant—who could be none other than Severus Snape! She watched as Lavender was grabbed as well. Only unfortunately for Lavender, it was Bellatrix Lestrange and some other man who had her.

“Tell me, little girl. What’s the house’s address?” Bellatrix asked in a mocking voice.

“I don’t know,” Lavender said, eyes wide with fear.

Both Death Eaters looked towards Hermione, as if asking Snape what to do.

“She isn’t lying,” he said. In the next instant, Hermione was turned around, and he gazed into her wide, fearful eyes. “Can you name the address, or has that task fallen to Potter?”

“I-I don’t know it,” she said, trying to move away from his firm grasp. She knew it of course, but magic set by Dumbledore before he died prevented her from saying it. Only Harry could do that now.

“They do not know,” he said in annoyance.

“Oi, what the bloody fuck is going on here?” came the voice of Ron.

“Hermione!” Harry yelled.

To Hermione’s relief, he and Harry were running towards them with drawn wands. They must have been out looking for her. ‘Oh, thank God, I’m safe,’ she inwardly celebrated. Her celebration was cut short when Snape spoke again.

“Leave Potter and Weasley for another time. Take the girl,” he ordered.

A moment later, they were standing someplace else. Someplace dark, musty smelling, and dry. He’d Apparated them away.

Roughly pushing her aside and causing her to tumble to the floor, Snape said, “Get comfortable, Miss Granger. You won’t be leaving anytime soon.”

All she could do was sob. It was her worst nightmare come true. Captured by Death Eaters!

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A/N: Hope you like the start of this story! I have been wanting to write it for a long time, and now I have the time to do so. Please review and let me know what you think! This will be something different than the same captured!Hermione stories – honest!