𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒 || HARMIONE

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒

[Cover by silksabers, aesthetic by tzar-of-torture & gif by belovass]
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There was something Hermione couldn't quite place as she walked into the bar. Something in the air was too sweet. It was almost sinful.

She wasn't a local. She was just dust in the wind. A traveler. An interloper.

And they all knew it.

We don't deal with outsiders very well
They say newcomers have a certain smell

It was as though all eyes had hovered to her when she stepped over the threshold, but Hermione kept her head up as she reached the bar, grinning softly at the bartender.

He snaked his way towards her and away from the other patrons, leaning against the bar leisurely.

"What'll it be, angel eyes?"

His toothy grin was only outdone by the dark glow in his eyes. They were dark as the night and were surely inviting her in closer. Hermione had a hard time looking away.

Something in the back of her mind told her that she didn't want to. Between his sultry voice and cheshire grin Hermione had walked right into his grasp.

With a more timid expression she had all but forgotten what she was going to order. It was a strange feeling.

Hermione was freed from his hypnotic hold only by a loud cheer off in the corner of the bar.

Blinking thickly, the fog had lifted. Hermione didn't understand what had come over her, and while she looked over to the corner booth she missed the slow grimace on the bartender's face.

Her attention had been stolen away.

In the corner a number of men clad in leather and denim were joking and cheering with each other. Bubbles spilled down their pitchers of beer, and the merriment wasn't lost on Hermione.

They were celebrating.

The corners of her lips turned up as she watched them.

She was too far away to eavesdrop, but close enough to see just how big each of the men were. All strong and rippling with muscle, she had never seen so many brawny men before. They crowded the space.

She vaguely remembered the lineup of motorcycles parked outside.

As her gaze danced across them they settled on a dark stare. Someone was already looking back at her.

The man was openly staring at her. His features were sharp against the red neon lights, and his jet black hair almost blended in with the shadows. Gaunt cheeks and sharp stubble was prickled across his jaw.