A Helping Hand

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“We can’t let him leave!” Hermione yelled as Kingsley came up behind her, wand drawn, both watching Lucius Malfoy as he paced back and forth, his own wand in hand, like a trapped tiger he paced, his eyes never leaving the Mudblood’s face, his long white hair falling down his back and over his shoulder.

“He knows the name of the secret keeper.” Hermione said, her voice trembling.

“How?” Kingsley breathed.

“I don’t know, he just does.” Hermione said ducking and pulling Kingsley down with her when Lucius attacked again, shooting curses at them both, and both barely shielding and ducking.

They looked at each other knowing what this meant. Lucius Malfoy could not leave the Tower alive, and though they would face a cruel scrutiny at causing the death of such a high standing and respected Lord, and possible dismissal and Azkaban time, this was more important. Life must be protected. Whether the high rankers of the wizarding world accepted the fact or not, Lucius was a death eater, and a deadly, cold blooded, killer.

Kingsley nodded and jumped to his feet ready to take the consequences of his actions and prepared to take them all, leaving his sweet Hermione in the clear, prosecution-wise, but Hermione had other ideas. She deftly pulled him back down, paralysed him and then spun around and screamed the killing curse at the bastard, who if left alive, would be responsible for the death of Harry Potter and his two children, Rachel and Morgan.

She had never used the killing curse before, and with that screamed word she knew why the death eaters craved it. Her power pulsed through her, rapturously till it reached her wand and shot out and straight into the heart of Lucius Malfoy. His eyes a second ago so full of life, and hatred went empty, his jaw slack and he fell to the floor, hitting with a sound rather like a damp log, nothing more.

Hermione was breathing hard when Kingsley regained his feeling and stood by her side, hand on her shoulder. He felt her power rush through her, pulsing in her veins, heard her harsh gasping breaths, saw the mixture of shock and elation shining in her eyes, and grinned. This was the first time she’d used the curse, so she would need a little help coming down from the power rush. Help that the tall, dark wizard was only too happy to give.

She turned to him, her eyes wide and her lips parted, and couldn’t believe what she was feeling. Power, energy, coursing through her veins, and lust, unbridled unstoppable desire like she had never felt before. “Kingsley.” His named purred from her lips and she could hardly believe how breathy her voice sounded. “What’s happening to me? I feel…”

The muggleborn breathed deeply and stepped closer to the tall, dark skinned wizard, her eyes roving over his broad shoulders. His arms were strong and muscled, covered in a smattering of black hairs. Had he been shirtless all along? Hermione wondered and realized that he had. He must have received her call for help while he was in bed. Hermione wondered if he’d been sleeping in those snug blue jeans. And shivered at her minds picture of him in bed naked, a white sheet thrown lazily over his hips.

“It’s alright Kitten.” The large man soothed and smiled wickedly, showing her that he was well aware of her scandalous thoughts and more then happy to sate her curiousity . But it was followed by a shocked yelp when Hermione grabbed his robes and yanked him roughly against her with strength both he and she never knew she had. But Kingsley recovered fast and gripped her hips as his mouth crashed down on hers, growling when the younger witch wound her legs around his hips.

He slammed her against the wall and she groaned when her head hit the bricks, the arched as his large dark hands ripped open her robes and stripped off her panties, one long finger entering her wet passage and his thumb dragging over her already tingling clit. “is this what you want, Kitten?” he rasped into her ear, and ripped open his own pants, freeing his long, thick erection. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to feel that hot little cunt wrapped around my rock hard cock for so bloody long.”

“Yes!” Hermione mewed and wriggled her hips, begging him to take her. “Please…Please now.”

That was all the invitation he needed. Kingsley deftly positioned his thickness at her soaking opening and with a feral growl he thrust hard and deep, and not waiting for her to grow accustomed to his size, he fucked her hard and fast against the wall, grunting, groaning, and spitting obscenities with every spare breath.

Her head hit the wall over and over and her back scratched on the rough bricks as Kingsley thrust in and out of her hot, tight, sheath savagely and all too soon she felt her body reach that sweet peak and with a strangled cry, her body filled with sweet, blazing pleasure.

“Granger!” Kingsley grunted, his dark fingers digging into her perfect white flesh. “You scream like a whore, just the way you should.” he growled and thrust once more, brutally deep and held fast while his seed flooded her body, cracked, breathless gasps falling from his full lips, his eyes shut tight.

Later they entered headquarters to the cheers of their co members, much to their surprise.

“Holy shit you two actually did it!”

Both Hermione and Kingsley looked at each other in shock, but the moment passed when another yelled.

“Lucius bloody Malfoy is dead!”

“Oh!” the two cried at once and smiled, “Yeah, we did it alright.” Hermione squeaked a blush stealing up her cheeks.


OK I know that was short and pointless but I needed to get it out lol - I plan to write a whole fic of these two soon, so this was just a taster :)