CH 39: Quicky

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

I watched as the snatcher left her, still talking about all the fun things they were about to do to her after finishing the paperwork. I waited in the cell, still under the cover of the invisibility cloak, watching as her brave face collapsed into panic and worry when she thought she was free of observers.

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I watched her for more than ten minutes, the passage of time amplifying her concerns. Then, I quietly walked away until I was at the end of the corridor, and cast silent stunners on all other prisoners that were being held there. They were already sleeping and I had spells to prevent them from noticing, but there was no harm in extra insurance.

Only then, I removed the cloak and started walking through the corridor, only to come to a sudden stop in front of her cell, an exaggerated shock coloring my tone. "Granger," I gasped. I suspected I was overacting, but she lacked the attention to notice it, so all was well.

"Malfoy," she replied, a shock no less than mine coloring her voice as well, though hers included a strong dose of defeat, no doubt thinking it was the end, now that she had been recognized. Not an incorrect assumption based on her knowledge, but things were different than she had thought.

"Please tell me those idiots hadn't recognized you," I asked in a tone of urgency.

"No," she managed to stammer, blindsided by my question. A second later, she gathered herself enough to add bitterly. "Don't worry, you would have all the glory of catching me."

"Good," I answered, ignoring her vitriol in favor of unlocking the door. "Then there won't be any alarm when I arrange for you to be let go."

"What?!"

"I said, good, there won't be any alarm when I let you go," I said, drawing my wand.

She flinched as soon as I turned my wand towards her, but true to her personality, she prioritized information over the risk of bodily harm. "Why are you letting me go?"

"To make sure you guys continue working against the Dark Lord, of course," I said in a matter-of-fact tone as I walk closer to her. The shock on her face was understandable, hearing those treasonous words from the lips that sprouted only praises for the pureblood cause. Of course, she didn't know the change in the drivers. "You, trying to prevent Vol-" she started, but I interrupted her by pressing my finger on her lips, happy to note her trembling sensually at my touch despite the situation. My training was paying dividends.

"Don't say his name," I ordered in a sharp tone, the same tone that I used in her fake dreams. Another shiver that went through her skin, this time even more pronounced, was a beautiful detail.

She kept silent as long as my finger was on her lips, but spat out after I pulled it away. "I'm not afraid of him," she said rebelliously.

I sighed resignedly. "Good for you, remind me to buy some chocolate as a reward," I deadpanned, amused at her sudden flare of anger, glad that I was yet to untie her. "However, that's not the reason. He had set up a taboo to his name, and they pinpoint and send snatchers whenever they detect his name being said."

"So that's how they kept finding us," she murmured to herself, distracted enough not to react as the ropes disappearing around her. "But why are you helping me instead of bringing me to V-" she said, only to get interrupted by my finger once more, and another shudder. "Instead of bringing me to You-Know-Who, and reaping the rewards," she amended.

I was satisfied that she was calm enough to listen to me rather than trying to wrestle for my wand. "Simply, I have no reason to, I want him gone as much as you do," I answered.

"You?" she said, rightful disbelief in her tone. "After spending years as a Junior Death Eater, spouting all that nonsense, you expect me to believe that you changed after taking his mark and spending a year trying to kill Dumbledore."

Her comment was very accurate, yet inconvenient, so I decided to spin a tragic story. "Imagine a childhood where your father talked about their glorious political movement that supposed to fix the world, only to came to an end with a tragic mishap and treason. Then, add a lot of friends on that equation, all raised on the belief that they were superior to others, and pile them into the same house which rest of the students more than happy to treat as a hive of evil." She opened her mouth, about to say something, but I continued. "Then imagine that promised leader returning behind the veil of death, and feeling the elation for a while, only to learn that he is a madman that cared nothing other than destruction, and torturing his followers for the slightest mishap, all while following a pointlessly genocidal agenda."

"But still-" Hermione said, but I cut her once more.

"Then imagine the father you respected so much fucking up, said and said so-called Lord deciding to punish him by tasking him to kill a man even he feared to meet in the battlefield," I finished in a depressed voice.

I was proud of the ridiculous story that I spun, especially since she was looking at me with sympathy rather than fear. My earlier preparation played an important role in her quick acceptance though. "Why didn't you ask for Dumbledore's help if you wanted to get away?" she asked.

"Yes, after all, he has a great record of protecting people, right?" I said derisively. "Just ask Longbottoms, Prewitts, Potters, and many others." I could see her getting ready for rebuttal, but I just continued. "And it doesn't matter. Even if he was able to protect me, my mother would have paid for it, tortured and killed as a lesson for all his followers." The answer stole the wind off her sails.

Before she could answer, the door to the cells had opened, the marking the second stage of my plan. "Quick," ordered as I pushed my pants down and pulled my cock free, which was already hard thanks to the earlier view. "Start sucking, we need a cover for why I'm spending that much time with you."