A Night at LeStrange Court

*A NIght at LeStrange Court.*


Rabastan Lestrange sat in front of the fire waiting and contemplating the past months of his life.

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He had switched sides not long before the final battle. Not because he had some great epiphany or change of heart; he wanted to be on the winning side. Voldemort had lost what little sense he had once the battle neared and he was not insane- unlike his brother and sister-in-law. Life under the Dark Lord was not going to be any picnic and he had already spent significant amounts of his fortune to secure his safety.

He has offered up the library at Lestrange Court for the Order to use. That is how he had first met the little witch he now waited for.

Miss. Hermione Granger had been charged with the impossible job of protecting the Boy-Who- Conquered. Yet her mind had found the magical loop-hole that allowed Potter to cheat death long enough to vanquish the most evil wizard of the age.

During that time, he admitted he admired the young muggle-born’s mind. It was sharp and cunning- not unlike his own.

After the war, he thought never to see the bookworm again, but low and behold she had shown up on his doorstep a year later, fresh out of Hogwarts and heading into a Transfiguration apprenticeship. She had asked for access to his private library and how could he deny himself the chance to study her once again.

For months he watched her and soon the watching turned into admiring. Admiring the soft, slow movement of her body as she searched the numerous volumes in his collection. Appreciating the gentle swell of her breast when she would undo the first few buttons of her blouse and the way her lips moved along with the words she was reading.

One day he decided he wanted her- wanted to claim her body for their shared pleasure. He could see her tied up to his bed, bent over his desk, laid out on his dining room table and many other places.

But what he craved the most from her was her innocence. He may not be evil, but he did possess a dark side, one that ached to obtain the pure little witch.

He would make her deal, one that he knew she could not refuse. During her usual visit he had entered his study to see her sitting at her usual spot at the table near the balcony window.

He approached her slowly, moving right behind her chair, wrapping his big hands around the wooden arms and leaning near her ear. “Hermione?” he asked in a deep whisper.

She was startled and jumped in her seat. He took the opportunity to rest his hands on her arms.

“I did not mean to startle you.”

“No it’s fine, do you need me for something?” she asked, her neck turning so her soft chocolate eyes met his dark green ones.

‘For so many things’ he thought to himself.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“What is it.”

“I will give you access to my private collection of rare spell books, but I want something in return.” He whispered, his nose brushing against the top shell of her ear.

Hermione was confused, what could she possible give him. Lestrange Court was filled to the brim with priceless artifacts and beautiful relics.

“What could I give you?” she asked him.

“I want you.” He said his lips sweeping over her soft cheek, his hands moving up to rest against her neck and collarbones.

Hermione turned wide-eyed to the man she had spent nearly eight hours a week with for the past six months.

He was in his late 30’s, fit and dark. His black hair hung rakishly, with hunter green eyes piercing through the fringe. A shadow of a dark beard was starting to show on his olive toned skin.

She could not lie to herself; she found him attractive and the idea of being with the dark wizard was causing her body to react in a very positive way.

“How do you want me?”

He growled at her question, “I want you in every way possible Hermione, to have you scream in pleasure, to watch those red lips wrap around my hard cock, to mark your body with the signs of my passion.” He all but purred as he bit the soft spot between her neck and shoulder.

A shiver passed through her body and he knew he had her.
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He was pulled away from his musings when his floo opened and Hermione emerged from the green flames.

She was draped in a heavy cloak and with a quick wave of her wand banished the soot from the hearth.

She smiled shyly- a habit that had still not been broken after three months of their relationship.

“Come here witch,” he called.

She moved forward gracefully to his chair and lowered herself between his powerful legs incased in black leathers.

“How are you tonight?” he asked running his fingers through her loose curls.

“Well, and you my liege?” she asked, her hands creeping up his inner thigh.

“Just reminiscing about the night you became mine.” He said with a smirk, “Now let me take you cloak.” He reached down and undid the frog closer at her throat. His fingers danced lightly over her exposed skin.

The wool hit the floor revealing Hermione in a matching pair of hunter green bra and knickers with nothing else to get in his way.

“My, you are lovely.” He said as his large, smooth aristocratic hands slid down her bare arms.

“Thank you.” She sighed as he caressed her.

“And what do you think of me?” he asked leaning over her, his vanity knowing no bounds.

Hermione let her gaze devour his form. His broad chest defined by the black undershirt he wore. The muscles of his arms bunched as he leaned on his knees toward her. His fringe pushed to the side so his dark eyes could see her.

“You are as handsome as ever.” She answered honestly.

“I am glad you approve my dear,” he smirked his fingers pulling at the bow resting between her breasts. “Let make ourselves more comfortable.”

He stood and brought her body up flush against his own as he apparated them to his chambers.

The fire glowed bright in the otherwise dark room. The bed- fitted with black silk sheets- had been turned down in preparation for their night’s entertainment.

“Kneel on the bed, I have gift for you.” He whispered in her ear, turned her and gave her a swat on the bum to get her going.

When he saw her in position on the bed he went to his set of draws and pulled out a length of black ribbon with a beautiful black cameo broach.

He held up the necklace for her to see. The woman had curls flowing down her shoulder, with one wisp across her forehead. The silver casing around the edge looked like vines but on closer inspection was actually two snakes entwining their heads to form a heart like shape at the top.

“It is beautiful my liege,” she smiled gently.

“I thought of you when I saw her and I knew it would make a wonderful collar for my little witch. And the clasp was my little addition.” He smirked as he showed her the silver Lestrange crest as the clasp before he moved behind her one the bed.

He moved the mass of curls over her shoulder and fastened the ribbon around her neck. He looked over to the giant mirror perched on his dresser. He loved how she looked, his body wrapped around hers, his hands roaming over her soft golden skin. There was something wrong though.

“You are wearing far too much.”

“As are you,” she countered.

“That tongue of yours will get you into trouble.” He smirked as he kissed her shoulder and removed her bra. The offending garment was flung away and his hands were soon filled with her warm heavy flesh.

“I have such plans for you tonight, lay back.” She did as she was told, making herself comfortable in the middle of the massive bed.

His pulled off his shirt and Hermione could not help but appreciate his muscles moving under his pale skin. Suddenly, long ropes of black velvet wrapped around her wrists and pulled her arms up above her head.

He smiled as she arched her back. He crawled up onto the bed like a giant cat; leaning down he bit down on her thigh. She moaned.

“These need to go” he dragged her panties down her legs with a rough tug and they disappeared along with her bra.

“Yes, that’s more like it.” He looked down at her smooth, soft womanhood.

His cock stirred, becoming harder and hotter. Oh he was looking forward to being wrapped in that tight, wet glove, but first he wanted to tease.

He kneeled between her legs and pulled her supple legs around his waist, his leather covered erection pressed against her.

She tightened her legs around him and arched, trying to bring him closer.

“Gods you are like a bitch in heat.”

“Only when I’m with you.”

“Good girl,” His lips were on hers in a matter of seconds. It was passionate and aggressive, taking everything he could from her.

His fingers pulled, twisted and pinched the hardened tips of her breasts. She groaned as he manipulated her body through waves of pain and pleasure.

She felt his teeth scrape down the side of neck and over her collarbone. Gods she wanted to fist her hands into his silken black locks. But the rest of her thought process was cut off when he took her breast into his mouth.

His leathers were gone and his aroused flesh was moving over hers. She tried so hard to bring their flesh closer but the ropes gave no quarter.

“You want me in you witch? Do you want me to give you release?”

“Merlin please, my liege, Rabastan!” she did plead so delightfully.

He pulled back and lined up his weeping tip with her sodden folds. With a quick, powerful thrust he seated himself completely within her welcoming body.

They both gasped at the intimate connection just made.

Like in all their encounters, he did not hold back his passion. He was driving into her with abandon. He loved how her body fit him perfectly, loved the noises she made as he drove her closer to ecstasy.

She watched as his skin began to glisten from exertion, his abs rolling and contracting with his thrusts. Gods she wanted to run her fingers through the dark hair that dusted over his pecs leading to the column of flesh that brought her so much bliss.

He dropped foreword resting on his elbows, his teeth and lips tormenting her neck and shoulders as he increased his pace.
She was crying out in time with his thrusts. The pleasure was building at a rapid pace, ready to explode.

He felt her muscles quiver around him, “Oh no you don’t, not until I say you can come, do you come,” his husky voice only drawing her climax closer.

“Please, please…” Hermione chanted, desperate for him to let her go.

He felt his balls draw up, his own release ready to happen.

“Now Hermione, come around me now!” he growled and they were both pulled into ecstasy. Stars exploded behind their eyelids and Rabastan collapsed onto his lover, pillowing his head against her chest.

Once he could think clearly again he released her arms and soothingly brought them down to wrap around his shoulders.

She smiled at him and kissed his patrician nose before cuddling in close.

He was always shocked at how tender she was, even after their heated couplings. He tucked her in closer to him and wrapped the sheet around their cooling bodies.

His fingers danced lightly over her new necklace/collar and he smiled as he drifted off to sleep.

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A/N: Just a little one shot for a friend who wanted some more of the LeStrange men.

Hope you enjoyed

Cheers,
Sarah