Quickly, Hermione crouched down. She had survived for an hour now without being spotted by any of the men in the manor, she would not fall now. Here, hiding between the many, many round tables in the ball room, anyone would have a hard time finding her, but she still needed to be careful. She had seen the large figure of Thorfinn Rowle enter just a few minutes ago. The moon shone silver through the massive glass front at the far end of the ball room, so it was surprisingly bright even now in the deep of the night.
With bated breath, Hermione listened to the soft footstep the giant wizard made while he slowly walked across the room. She did not dare to raise her head to peak over the tables, so all she could do was listen. The ball room was huge, but half of it was covered with round tables for the ball Lucius Malfoy would be holding tomorrow evening. Thorfinn would not be able to spot her if she paid close attention to where he was.
The door at the other end of the ball room creaked open. Cursing, Hermione realised that now two wizards were in here with her. She could not see who it was, she did not even know whether the other wizard left as soon as he spotted Rowle already on the hunt, but she had to assume whoever it was would stay.
Her heart hammered in her chest while she tried to calm her breath. Suddenly, it sounded so loud in her own ears that she was sure the other men would hear it, too.
A quick movement to her right nearly made her shriek. Did Thorfinn know she was hiding here? Why else would he suddenly sprint across the room towards all the tables? Desperately Hermione crawled towards the huge main doors, still ducking under the tables. She had to get out of here. It had been a stupid idea to come here in the first place.
A big hand grabbed her left ankle. Yelling out in shock, she kicked at her captor before she knew what she was doing, effectively removing his hand.
“Bloody hell, Granger,” Thorfinn wailed. “What was that for? It’s just me.”
“Sorry!” Hermione shouted, but she didn’t wait for him to recover. Using his distraction, she sprang up and wiggled through the tables, trying to reach the door before he could catch up.
But obviously she was out of luck, because just as she thought she would make it, two big arms closed around her and pressed her back against a massive chest.
“Looks like I caught myself a vixen,” Thorfinn whispered into her ear.
Deciding she would use the same tactic as with Dolohov, Hermione did not resist and instead let her head fall back against him. “Looks like it. What will you do to the poor little vixen?”
“I have a few things in mind,” he growled while slowly stepping backwards until he bumped into a chair. He sat down and quickly pulled her into his lap. “Depends on what the little vixen is willing to let me do to her.”
The way his arms trapped her against his broad frame and the low rumbling when he talked sent shivers down Hermione’s spine. Tentatively, she rolled her hips against him. A deep, strained groan was her answer.
“Seems like this vixen wants to play,” Rowle murmured, “I’m down for that.”
Again, she pressed her barely covered behind against his sensitive parts, while explaining: “Then let’s make a deal. You get to play with the vixen and after that, you let her go.”
He chuckled deeply: “And why would I do that? I can win the hunt right now.”
Hoping that she had read his actions correctly, Hermione turned her head to look him directly in the eyes: “If you don’t, you’ll never get a taste of this vixen.”
“Ah, we can’t have that,” Thorfinn agreed, his hands sliding up and down her body. “It would be a shame to let this opportunity pass.”
“Deal?”
Instead of an answer, he simply lifted her up and turned her around, so she could straddle his lap facing towards him. He cupped her cheeks and brought his face down to hers: “I hope you know what you’ve bargained for. I’m not known to be a gentle lover.”
Heat spread across Hermione’s body. Just as he said those words, she realised that that was exactly what she had been hoping for. Not willing to wait any longer, she grabbed the long blond hair of this giant man and smashed her lips on his.
A low growl was her answer. Suddenly, his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. One second they roamed her back, the next she felt him kneading her breasts. She inhaled sharply when without asking, he removed her top and bent down to lick her erect nipples. Writhing on his lap, Hermione let her eyes shutter close and her head fall back. Little bolts of electricity shot through her, only furthering the heat that already spread through her whole body.
Breathing heavily, Thorfinn looked her deep into the eyes: “What are you willing to give?”
The way she could feel his erection press against her mid-section, Hermione knew only too well what he was asking. Her thoughts were clouded by lust and she would have liked nothing more than to give into him completely here and now. Pressing her head against his broad shoulders, she tried to calm herself down. With his hands still roaming her body and her hips seemingly moving on their own volition, that was not an easy task.
“Anything you want,” Hermione finally managed to whisper, “anything … except …”
Thorfinn nodded in understanding when she failed to speak what was on her mind. As though she weighted not more than a feather, he lifted her from his lap. A wide smirk on his face, he suggested: “You know, I always did wonder whether you could only talk big … or do you actually have a big mouth, too?”
Looking down at the sitting man, Hermione blushed furiously. She understood perfectly well what he was insinuating, but she did not know how to deliver on it. After all, she had never given a blowjob before. Wetting her lips, she went down on her knees. Trying to give herself some courage, she answered: “I’m pretty sure I can handle you.”
His deep, rumbling laughter sent hot shivers down to her core. This man was pure sex. Smoothing her palms up his thighs, she started to unbutton his pants. She felt him tense up under her touch, a signal that as playful as he pretended to be, he too was not unaffected from this. Gaining courage, Hermione freed his hard member.
Words failed her.
There was no way in hell she would be able to fit him into her mouth. Worried, she looked up to him.
Sensing her insecurity, Rowle placed one hand on her cheek: “Relax, Granger. Just … open your mouth. Open up as wide as you can. It’ll fit just fine.”
Still unsure of what to do, Hermione closed one hand around him, starting to pump up and down with a little pressure. Thorfinn’s hand grabbed her hair, but he did not force any movement from her. Instead, his other hand closed around hers, guiding her into a speed that he liked. A strained groan escaped him, vibrating through her body. She wanted to do this. She wanted to pleasure this man. With increasing courage, she moved further between his legs, forcing him to spread them wide so she could fit in between.
Again she licked her lips. Nervously, she flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock. A deep inhale was the answer. Again she licked just the head, and felt his fingers tighten the grip on her hair. Curious, she glanced up at him, catching him staring down at her with an intense expression that tugged on her heart. Heat spread through her whole body. Without breaking the eye contact, she lowered her mouth upon him, slowly taking him in. A deep growl vibrated through his body and sent shivers down her spine.
Relaxing her throat as best as she could, Hermione tried swallowing more of his huge cock. He was hot and hard and tasted like nothing she ever knew. Remembering what this was all about, she started bobbing her head up and down, hollowing her cheeks, and letting him glide over her tongue. When she found a rhythm that suited her, she started to move her hand up and down his length at the same time.
“Fuck, Granger,” Rowle swore, “is there anything you can’t do?”
She simply hummed as reply, earning her another deep groan from the wizard. His grip tightened again and suddenly, he took control of her head. Holding her still with his hands, he started rocking his hips, pumping his cock into her wide open mouth. Hermione’s hands grabbed his thighs, digging her fingernails into his exposed flesh. He hurt her with his thrusts, but it was a good kind of hurt. Saliva ran down her chin and every now and again, she chocked a bit when he drove too far into her, but she did not care. Her pussy throbbed and she could feel wetness trickle down her thighs.
Suddenly, he pulled hard on her hair, making her cry out in pain. He slid out of her mouth, instantly replacing it with one of his own hands, while the other forced her head back. Hermione realised how quick his breath was coming now, how his whole body was tense, while his hand moved vigorously up and down his length. Closing her eyes and opening her mouth further, she let him take control. His groans shot little bolts of electricity through her body, while the hand that was fisted in her hair pulled almost painfully on her head.
With one last, loud growl, Rowle came. Drops of hot liquid fell on her face, on her exposed chest and the tongue she had instinctively stuck out. When he finally was spent, she opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes still glittered with the heat of the moment. Wicked triumph made Hermione’s blood pump hotly through her veins, and without looking away, she suggestively licked her lips.
“Fucking hell,” was all Rowle could say to that, finally letting go of her hair.
Slowly, Hermione got up from her crouched position. Now that the heat and arousal started to fizzle out, she noticed how much her legs and knees hurt. That definitely was not a position she should attempt in the future. What was more, her mouth and throat felt a bit bruised.
“Sorry about that, love,” Thorfinn said sheepishly when she rubbed her hands around her neck. “I suppose I was a bit rough there.”
“Well, you did tell me you’re not a gentle lover, so it was expected,” Hermione replied, wincing a little trying to articulate words with her strained mouth.
“Come here,” he purred and simply lifted her up on his lap.
Wary, Hermione stiffened in his embrace. He promised to let her go once she did him a favour. She really hoped he was a man of his word.
In a surprisingly gentle gesture, Rowle produced a tissue and cleaned up her face. Her eyes fell close on their own, and with a contented purr, she leaned into his touch. She would have never expected this giant of a wizard to have a caring, soft side, but the way he touched her now, held her against him while cautiously rubbing her face, was just too sweet.
“If you keep purring like that, I might have to break the rules and simply kidnap you,” Thorfinn stated, his voice nothing more than a whisper against her neck.
Goosebumps spread across Hermione’s body, but she was determined not to give into the temptation. Instead, she stood up, grabbed her top and put it back on. Looking down at the still sitting wizard – who actually was not that much beneath her eyelevel even though he was sitting and she was standing – she cocked a wide grin: “You might find that it’s rather difficult to kidnap me, Rowle.”
With that, she turned around and, swaying her hips pointedly, simply walked out of the grand hall, not looking back even once.