Fate's Rewrite

It took three days for me to leave Fleur, three days that had been filled with almost unbroken marathon of sex, even to sleep, relying on stamina potions and several magics bordering illegal to keep our bodies powered, and even then, I doubted it would have worked if I hadn't been using the power of Elder Wand to power those spells.

Three days of passion, untouched by arousal-enhancing spells or mental tweaks, that regardless that had done more to cement Fleur's loyalty to me and my cause, including the fact that I was the leak that was supplying the Order with critical information on Death Eater movements; though the last part didn't exactly surprise her since she knew that I was the one that killed Yaxley.

Of course, I was careful in omitting certain critical details, such as the identity of my contact in the order, or the exact details of the concessions I had extracted in payment for the valuable information I had provided. I had a feeling that she wouldn't be understanding if she even suspected the similarities between her earlier sacrifices.

Currently, I was walking on a crowded street in Muggle London, the sidewalk crowded by quite a number of ladies, every single one of them except one -the agent I was supposed to meet- a member of the oldest profession of the world, each dressed more revealing and attention-grabbing than the other…

I ignored their comments and explicit prepositions as I walked towards my target, the one that stood in the corner huddled, her hands clamped around her micro-skirt in an effort to pull it down, but limited by the material, only able to pull it down enough to hide her underwear; her legs, covered with fishnets, free for all to wear. Who could have guessed that the resident bookworm of the Gryffindor tower would have made such an alluring hooker?

Her top wasn't much better, a deep cleavage going in the middle, revealing the presence of a bright-red bra that hadn't covered much, and even more revealing back. Though on one side, I could see that her wand was hidden underneath her shirt. It didn't allow quick drawing, unfortunately, that was the only place available to hide her wand.

Since she hadn't noticed me, I chose to slunk to a corner, watching Hermione as she tried to explain to occasional hopeful customer that she wasn't on the market, trying to convince them that she already had an arrangement with a different customer, but stammering badly while doing that, sending the hopeful man away with disappointed and angry expressions.

I sneaked behind her while she was trying to send away a particularly sticky candidate without much success, her awareness fallen low. Her awareness lowered, she hadn't noticed my presence until I wrapped my arm around her waist, from the same side she had her wand on, preventing a response from her. She turned towards me rapidly, but her panic was short-lived as she recognized me despite my changed hair-color and my muggle-style clothing.

"Hey buddy, I was here first," said the man who was trying to convince Hermione to ditch her mystery client, but after a menacing glance from me, he proved that he had a decent sixth sense, and slunk into the shadows without saying anything.

"Hope you didn't wait for long, sweetie," I said even as my grip tightened around her waist, enjoying the way she trembled under my touch.

"Is this the best disguise you could come up with-" she whispered, but before her anger could be flamed, I pressed my lips over hers, cutting her off. It was the best proof of my rather impressive impact when she hadn't shown even a hint of resistance, melting under my touch obediently, unaware of the lengths I was about to go to enjoy the aforementioned obedience.

She readily took a step back when I pushed her, her back pressing against the chilly surface of the wall while my tongue invaded her mouth, treating myself with the cheery taste of her lips. When I pulled back, her lipstick was deliciously mussed, and her breathing was out of control. "Maybe not best, but definitely the most enjoyable one," I answered with a husky whisper while my hand danced on her leg, until it slipped underneath her skirt, enough to confirm her wetness. "And I don't think I'm the only one enjoying it, am I?"

"Let's go," she murmured, electing not to answer, not that she needed to, with her blush invading her face and her wetness covering my fingers. "Where are we going to, a hotel?" she asked, slightly louder.

"Somebody is enthusiastic," I said, my statement punctuated by a slap to her bottom. "But no, we can't risk our ID's triggering a flag, there is no guarantee that they don't have police officers in mind control, who can access these kinds of data, and a fake ID is similarly risky," I explained her with a whisper into her ear. Once again, it wasn't perfectly logical, but her current situation wasn't the best for efficient thinking. Luckily, one of the hookers chose that exact moment to interject, muddying her mind even further.

"That's your customer, new girl?" called one of the hookers as we walked away. "Young, handsome, and guessing from the way your legs are trembling, a good kisser as well. Damn, beginner's luck is really unfair." Hermione managed to mumble a nonsensical answer while I dragged away. And when we stepped into the main street, she was far too busy trying to avoid people's gaze to actually pay attention to our direction; though her attempts to fix her micro-skirt while we walked was doomed to failure, managing to catch every wandering eye. I had chosen well by sending her those clothes, though the fact that she hadn't even tried to find alternatives, or alter them magically, was equally impressive.

But soon, she learned the cost of not looking around when I forced her to stop in front of the entrance of a movie theater. And not just any theater, but a seedy one dedicated to the showing of erotic movies. "We're not going to enter here, right!" she gasped in panic, but I was already dragging her inside while she uttered those words.

"What do you think?" I countered while she looked around, wide-eyed, and I used the opportunity to cast weakened notice-me-not spell on us, not wanting to be observed by the weirdos inside. She missed the spell, her shocked attention on the half-naked pictures of the ladies, often only clothed by a strategic hug from a muscular, half-naked man.

"Two tickets please," I said as I threw more than enough money to the cashier, and walked in the theater actual, where the screen was already in the showing that was about to be completed. I knew that, because the next movie contained a rather beautiful surprise for Hermione, one that I couldn't wait to see her reaction to.

But there was still some time for the reveal of that particular surprise, the time I could leverage for intelligence sharing, while simultaneously sharing our bodies. With that in mind, I dragged her towards a middle seat, not exactly the most visible spot, but not the most hidden either. She was even quicker than me in sitting down, melding her body against mine in an effort to hide her body from the other perverts. "Why are we here, such a public place. It doesn't make sense."

"That's the reason. Death Eaters couldn't imagine someone from the Order in such a seedy place, hence they won't be looking."

"But there is a lot of other places that they wouldn't be looking," she countered.

"Yes, but this place is much more enjoyable," I said slowly while my smile widened. I put my hand on her thigh, a slow slide moving until my fingers covered with her wetness once more. "And it seems that you agree with me." She was about to say something, but I raised my fingers, her mark glistening under the flickering lights of the screen, which reflected a rather obscene pose of four people.

"The raids had been successful," she murmured with a sudden turn, trying to use the professionalism of our mission as a rope to save herself from the shame, unaware of its weakness. But I let her think that she succeeded.

"Yes, you should have seen Mr. Snake, he was absolutely furious. I think he had killed more than half-a-dozen of his followers in his resulting fit of anger, including a couple of high ranking ones." Unfortunately, Lucius wasn't one of them, but one could hardly have everything.

"Really," Hermione asked in shock, which was justified. Voldy's reaction to attacks did more damage to his organization than the attack itself, actually coming back from his Europe trip where he was trying to find the Elder Wand, the resulting shock just made the remaining Death Eaters more determined to avoid his anger.

"Yeah, he's getting really unhinged," I said. "A couple of more pushes, and he might actually defeat his own organization, achieving the height of the irony while doing so." I took a deep breath, and used the opportunity to throw my arm over her shoulder, my palm directly on her breast. "But to do that, we need to come up with another way to push him over the edge."

"But wouldn't it have too much collateral damage?" she asked.

"It will, but that's something we need to go through. It's not like we can kill him permanently. We can ambush him, but he would just come back."

"There is a way…" she murmured fleetingly, words slipping out of her mouth before her logic could assert itself, thanks to her frayed self-control.

"Really," I said, looking enthusiastic even as I squeezed her breast in celebration. Then, once again I leaned forward until my lips were pressing against her ear. "This is excellent enough to deserve its celebration. So, why don't I reward you while you explained it to me…"

"I shouldn't," she murmured, her voice trembling. I wondered whether her shock of letting such an important thing slip or her reaction to my lips dancing on her neck was responsible for her reaction. I would have liked it to be the latter, but I wasn't vain enough to reject the fact that it was probably the former. Regardless, I leveraged the skimpiness of her top to trail her body with kisses while slowly dipping into her cleavage, her shudders intensifying.

But she stayed silent.

"Come on, honey," I said as I grabbed her chin, gently raising her head to prevent her from turning away. "Do you really think you're the only one that's invested in his defeat. My life is already forfeit after giving some of the most important Death Eater secrets, it's not like I can sell the information back to him." I chuckled in genuine amusement. "And even if I hadn't, do you think he would let any Death Eater that knows his secret to immortality to live." I stopped until she nodded in acceptance.

"Still," she murmured in indecision.

"I see," I countered with a widening smile. "Now that the tables are turned, you want a worthwhile payment for your information, just like I made you pay back in the office." She was late to stammer her negative response. When her voice reached my ears, I was already on my knees, with my hands on her knees.

The expression of panic on her face was simply delicious as I forced her to part her legs, though the word forced implied a strength much above what I had used to push her legs apart. The gentlest suggestion was enough to create a nice distance between her fishnet covered legs, revealing her skimpy crimson panties, turned transparent in its wetness, meaning it wouldn't be much of a loss when I ripped them off with a sharp tug, revealing a carefully-trimmed picture underneath.

Her lips parted open, but instead of the answers I had requested, barely-muffled moans spilled out. Luckily, the sound of the movie went a long way to mask that particular noise, and the rest was handled by the weak ward around - not that she was aware of the last part; hence the mortified expression on her face as she glanced around in a panic.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury of watching her delicious expression, not that the task in front of me was any less fun. My tongue darted out, beating her nether lips insistently, making her even wetter while sending flares of pleasure into her body.

Considering the situation, I wasn't surprising when she didn't start spilling the secrets of Horcluxes, though I was willing to believe it was less about the sacred trust Dumbledore had for her, and more about the sense of pleasure dominating her whole being. A pleasure that I could withhold just as easily as a punishment.

But I waited until she was starting to shook with the familiar signs of an orgasm that was about to explode. Only when she was deep enough that one last push would have toppled her, I slowed down without a warning, just enough to maintain the treatment without reaching for the point of climax. "You were about to tell me something," I reminded her when I pulled back from the hot prison between her legs.

"Right now!" she murmured incredulously, which I believed was a bit exaggerated. Considering the rather excessive things we had done in my office deep in the new ministry, it was a ridiculous question, but I was kind enough to grace it with an answer.

"Yes, right now," I answered, though I kept my fingers over her slit, gently stimulating to compensate for the absence of my tongue, just enough to keep her pleasure in the level that impaired her higher mental functions. "You were talking about breaking a certain immortality ability," I said, prodding her further. As much as it was amusing to force her spill her secrets while she was being publicly molested, I also wanted her to a point that she couldn't be exactly sure on the extent of the details she had provided me with; so that I could use my meta-knowledge without causing excessive alarm.

While it was tempting to move down to continue enjoying her unique taste, but keeping her pinned under my gaze while I continued to finger her folds was equally enjoyable. A measure of panic grew in the depths of her chocolate-brown eyes, soon to be replaced by resignation. "The source of his immortality is called Horclux…" she started, words barely above the whisper, but her gasps and moans going a long way to dispel the gloomy weight of the topic.

And just to make the situation even more fun, I hid my face underneath her skirt once more, my tongue dancing around her folds, every touch challenging her as she went through her theories about the possible locations for the founder items and likely methods of destruction, giving a lot of unintended details in her distracted state…

I kept the treatment until the moans from the movie stopped, replaced by speaking that marked the end of the movie. The next one was about to begin, and with it, Hermione would receive the surprise I had diligently set.

I decided to be merciful and let my tongue to speed up, and her aroma exploded upon my tastebuds, her cries muffled at the last moment, barely suppressed by the music of the end credits.

"I hope you were satisfied with my payment," I murmured as I took my seat back, her expression of ecstasy mixed with fear delicious enough to turn my pants into a merciless prison, which I loosened rapidly.

"I was," she murmured. Her mouth was open, ready to continue, until she noticed that I had used the opportunity to loosen my belt, revealing my erection to her attention, visible even in the relative darkness of the theater.

A smirk was the only response for her panicked look. "Come on, you need to stick to your role, enough the justify the way you dressed." She didn't even bother to argue, and leaned forward to wrap her lips around my girth. Unfortunately, I had other ideas. I wanted her to have a perfect view of the next movie. My fingers wrapped around her wrist, and a sharp pull later, she found herself on my lap, her lack of underwear giving me the access I needed to slide inside her, made easier by her wetness.

This time, she failed to muffle her gasp in time, loud enough to overcome the weak notice-me-not charm around us momentarily, earning a few curious looks. She sent me a begging look, but I ignored in favor of placing my hands on her hips, directly to her skin which pushed her skirt up. There would be no hiding the fact that we were fucking if someone had been in the same row as us, but the theater wasn't that crowded.

Without an explicit reaction from our surroundings, she elected to keep her arguments obscured. Soon, the movie started, though she wasn't paying attention much, until the female lead of the movie appeared on the screen.

"Impossible," she gasped in shock, her eyes locked on the screen while I continued to ravage her… The next few minutes were going to be fun for me, and enlightening for her, particularly on perils of poorly-constructed plans.