Dark Side (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

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A/n: Some dirty talk, some sexual parts, a little sexual harassment and a bit of violence in this chapter. You have been warned. 

As soon as the next day came, Hermione and Fenrir quickly got dressed packed up everything up. Even though she could see that Fenrir was not at all happy with the idea of leaving her side and who could blame him. Now it was Scabior's turn... which Hermione didn't want to admit it, frightened her a bit more. Knowing him, he was going to try to outdo Fenrir and try to be better than Remus. And if he was anything like he was the first time they were with each other, she knew she was going to be in for a real treat. 

When they arrived back at headquarters, Hermione wasn't even given a minute when Scabior came storming into the room and pulled Hermione to his side. She was about to ask him what he was up to when he smashed his lips right onto her, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Hermione lightly moaned into the kiss as she allowed Scabior to explore her mouth. She heard Fenrir growl as he vanished quickly away, clearly not wanting to see this. Scabior slowly removed his lips, leaving her gasping. 

"That's only a taste for tonight. You better go up and get cleaned up... Oh! and wear something pretty for daddy," He flirted in her ear before lightly spanking her. Hermione shrieked as her cheeks flared up. Now she knew she was really in for a surprise. 

It took a while for her to decide on something to wear but after Sirius's countless hours of nagging her, she finally decided to wear a black dress that belonged to Bellatrix with the same shoes she wore last night. Sirius was able to convince her into it by saying it could be a silent 'screw you' for what she did to her. It was a rather sliming dress with see-through long sleeves that ringed around her index finger with a silt in the skirt and a golden serpent wrapping her waist, the head roam up her torso a bit and low-cut in the front and back. Sirius did her hair in a high ponytail with some of her bangs framing her face. 

"You look beautiful, darling!" Sirius said, giving her a smile and a big hug. Hermione hugged back before letting him go and headed downstairs. She hadn't even made to the last step when she felt an arm wrap around her waist and was teleporting her away without allowing her the chance to say 'goodbye' to anyone. 

Once they had teleported from headquarters, they landed on the side of a busy street in New York City. Hermione couldn't believe she was here and was about to ask Scabior what was he up to, he was gently pulling her behind him as they slipped into an alleyway. They walked a few more blocks till they reached a wall with a poster of a woman staring out in the mirror. Hermione looked closer and read "The Blind Pig". She remembered reading about this place in one of her history books, but thought it had been run down. Scabior lifted his hand and knocked on it in a certain pattern. When he was finished, a slit was opened as a pair of eyes were looking at them for a quick sec then vanished back behind the door. Soon the wall opened up as it led into the jazz club. Scabior wrapped his hand on hers and carefully brought her inside. 

The air was filled with the blares of loud music, smoke from cigarettes and cigars and the voices an laughter of convicts and prostitutes. Hermione held tightly to Scabior's arm as he led her to a table in the far back away from people. Once he sat her down in her chair, he sat across from her. 

"I thought you might like something a bit more romantic." he put emphasis on the word 'romantic'. Hermione laughed. 

"It actually kind of was. He made me dinner, actually caught it from the river himself. Well attempt to at first but... we decided to go with dessert first." Hermione joked, giggling, with Scabior. However, his smirk dropped from his face. 

"Really?" Scabior asked, his voice getting dangerously low. Hermione opened her mouth to tell him how she was joking when he stood up from his seat, grabbed her wrist and was pulling her over to the dance floor. He wrapped her hands around his shoulder as he held tightly around her waist and began to dance with the music that was playing L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole. 

(you can play this while you read the rest of the chapter. I do not own video) 

"I bet you, Fenrir can't dance with you like this." Scabior whispered as he nudged his head against her neck. Hermione chuckled as she buried her head into his own neck as well, smelling his musky scent that came pouring off of him, enticing her. He was sort of right. Sure Fenrir could learn to dance, but it was harder to imagine him or even Remus for that matter dancing with her like this. She lightly shook her head. She wasn't going to think for once in her life. She was going to enjoy herself and Scabior's company and live her life. 

After a few minutes, she noticed one of Scabior's hands were wandering a little too closely to the slit of her skirt. When he was about to slip his hand in between the fabric, Hermione lightly smacked his hand. Scabior pulled his hand away and made a sad puppy face that was to try and win her heart over.

"Uh-no! We are not doing that in public, you naughty boy." Hermione told him before bursting out snickering and laying her forehead against his chest. She didn't know where this side of her came from but she actually was enjoying it. She could feel the light vibrations of laughter running through Scabior's chest, knowing he was getting a kick out of this as well, while he laid a kiss on the top of her head. She pulled her head from his chest in time to see he was about to say something when someone, who was walking behind them, cut in. 

"I'd tap that!" some male voice said before his hand slapped her rear. Hermione gasped while her face turned into rage before she turned herself around and slapped the man across the face. The entire room's attention was now on the two of them as the man got ready to hit her when Scabior tackled him onto the ground and began to beat the hell out of him. Hermione scurried to the outer ring but kept her eyes locked with Scabior, who was bashing the man's head against the floor. 

"Break it up! Break it up!" somebody screamed as Scabior and the man were pulled off each other. Scabior stumbled over to her even though she could se there was still part of him wanted to rip the man's throat open. Hermione watched the man vanished through the crowd, not wanting to deal with Scabior anymore. She held tightly to Scabior's arm as he slowly moved her off to the side. 

"Let's get out of here, I think you need an extra special treat tonight." Scabior whispered to her as they leave the jazz club, and left Hermione wondering what exactly was he planning for tonight.