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Hermione Granger and the Villains' Tale	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 9650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Tale of the Beast (Hermione/Abraxas)
- 2-The Tale of Fionas and....Shrek?
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- 2
Author's Note: I told myself to make the chapter shorter, around 2k words, but then this just expanded. And I had to cut it.
Currently, Riddle and his knights were locked in a high-security tower, warded from using magic, and apparently, cursed too.
No, thanks to someone.
"Whose clever idea was it to steal from a dragon's treasure trove?"
All eyes turned to Clifford Mulciber.
"I wasn't planning to steal it! I was merely admiring the ring!" Clifford defended.
"Admiring it? Admiring it by putting it inside your pocket?" Abraxas snarled, stalking towards the other blonde, and grabbing a hold of his robes.
Abraxas started to shake him.
"I've already thrown it back to where it belong!" Clifford Mulciber growled, elbowing Abraxas in the face, who staggered back.
After recovering in haste, Abraxas immediately launched himself on the other man once again, both hitting the wall with a THUD!, before they subsequently fell on the floor.
"But not before you cursed all of us!" Benjamin exclaimed in anger, jumping into the scuffle.
And the three were on the floor punching, kicking and grappling like some filthy muggle children in the schoolyard.
Tom watched them in complete disgust. Yet did not say anything to stop them.
"Yes, you curse us because you just couldn't resist that bit of gold! Come dawn and we will turn into ogres if we can't escape from this high-security tower!" Edmund added vehemently, gritting his teeth.
The Knights were at the highest part of the castle, a tower where they had been driven by the dragon which had tried to toast them alive. A Castle containing thousands of historical artefacts and which was protected by a Dragon; a Ukranian Ironbelly.
It had been hours since the mighty beast had calmed down from it rampage, and was currently guarding the flight of steps that lead to their tower. Other than the one window there that overlooked a thousand feet drop cliff below, there was no other way of escaping, but the door.
"Curse you, Mulciber and that bloody ring you tried to steal!" Llyod said, stalking towards the three men on the floor, who were trying to choke the man responsible for their current predicament.
He swing his leg back and was about to kick Mulciber on the face when the Dark Lord finally spoke.
"Calm down, all of you." Tom said nonchalantly, staring out the window with his arms crossed in front of him.
He was leaning against the wall just beside the windowsill.
"There's no need for us to worry, not when we have a back-up,"
"What back up?" Benjamin asked, letting go of Clifford and standing up. The blonde on the floor started coughing when he was able to finally breathe.
"We don't have a – Oh!" At once, there was a dawning comprehension lightning up Benjamin's eyes.
"Do you mean…." Abraxas began, also realizing what Tom meant.
"Yes," Tom replied, turning around to look at each of them. "Tonight is the full moon."
The men glanced at each other.
"The girl will be coming for us. She doesn't have a choice." Tom said.
"This is the girl's fault in the first place! If she hadn't taken and hidden our wands somewhere within this Castle, we wouldn't have ended up stuck in this awful tower!" Fabian Avery said angrily.
An hour later…
Dusk had fallen and still the girl hadn't arrive yet.
The men started pacing. Tension mounting as their tempers started to flare as time passed by.
It wouldn't be a surprise if a fight break out between them.
Riddle remained near the window, silent, waiting, and still leaning against the wall with his arms crossed; his eyes fixed at a certain point outside.
He looked like a statue.
"Where is she?" Benjamin asked impatiently, striding towards the window. The strong wind whipped at his black hair as soon as he leaned forward to look at the deadly drop and the ravine below, expecting the girl to be climbing already towards them, but couldn't detect any movements down there.
A moment later, his eyes scanned the surroundings; the skies - where the full moon was hidden by a smattering of drifting clouds - and towards the forest on the opposite side of the cliff and back again.
But still no sign of the girl.
"Why isn't she here yet?"
"She's not coming for us." Llyod said, halting from his pacing. "She's going to leave us here until we turned into ogres and get discovered by the Ukrainian curators."
"She won't. She's tied to us after all. " Edmund said in certainty. "We will just have to wait for her."
"And also… she fancies me, there's that too. Of course, the lovestruck girl will be coming for me." Abraxas deadpanned.
Clifford Mulciber chortled, Fabian Avery rolled his eyes, Llyod Nott frowned, Edmund Rosier merely stared while Benjamin scoffed.
"Ha!" The dark-haired wizard detached himself from the window, when he heard Malfoy's statement, with Riddle still ignoring all of them.
"Out of the seven of us, I think our little stalker has a thing for me. She's been sneaking in to drink my cup of coffee every morning perhaps to steal an indirect kiss from me."
"She probably did it to annoy you, Ben." Abraxas began, smirking.
Benjamin seethed at the name.
"On the other hand, I am certain that the girl fancies me, because she's been using my soap. Mayhap to have my scent rubbed all over her."
"That's because you're using a lavender-scented soap, Ax!" This time it was Abraxas turned to glower at the name. The way Benjamin said, 'Ax' sounded more like an, 'Ass'.
"- she must have used it because the scent is so womanly. She probably even think that you're gay!"
Abraxas turned red in indignation.
"I'm not –"
"Enough!" Tom ordered sharply.
The two instantly closed their mouth shut.
Tom glared at them. "The girl likes neither of you! It's because she hates all of us! The only reason the girl hadn't killed us in our sleep - mind you, that she would have - but she didn't, because she needs us alive for whatever reason… perhaps the same reason she remains invisible most of the time, except for some occasions to feed herself, and tend to her other business."
At that, Benjamin suddenly laughed out loud as he remembered something. "Do you remember the time when we woke up with blood on our bed sheets?"
Some of the men shuddered, recalling the event, not liking where the conversation was going.
"Shut up, Benjamin!" Llyod Nott warned, walking to the young Knight.
But the dark-haired youth continued on, quickly avoiding the other man when Llyod tried to grab for him.
" –some of us thought that we were stabbed in our sleep by the girl, with her having a habit of jumping on us, from one bed to the other, just to pester us while we are about to sleep…"
This time, the men started to stop him from repeating the story again, getting disturbed.
"Stop talking, Benjamin!"
"I don't want to hear this story again!"
Benjamin didn't stop.
Riddle was rubbing his fingers over the knit on his brows, trying to calm himself down, and stop himself from killing Lestrange.
" - but it turns out that the girl was menstruating, and she left her blood on our bedsheets and didn't even realized it until the next morning…HAHAHAHA!"
In unison, the men tackled Benjamin on the floor, and started beating him.
Riddle facepalmed.
Girl, I hope you're coming to save me from this six idiots soon…
Hours later…
Just a few hours short from dawn.
The Knights were angry and getting hungry as well. They weren't able to eat lunch and dinner that day. Their stomachs were growling that they had to wrap their arms around themselves to muffle the embarrassing noise.
"How long must we wait for her?" Fabian Avery asked, now sitting at the corner of the room with his legs stretched out before him.
The rest of the men had also taken different spots of the small, circular space around their prison, looking so…downtrodden.
Benjamin currently looked badly beaten, and scowling while he played with a pebble in his fingers.
"The girl has left us." Llyod murmured, his shoulder slumping. "She won't be coming for us at –"
However, before Llyod Nott could finish his sentence, the girl was there, flying on a broomstick outside their window, and screeching at the top of her lungs.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAVE YOUR SORRY ASSESS, YOU BUNCH OF IMBECILES?!"
"And whose fault is that, when you kept messing on our plans, you annoying little pest?!" Riddle retorted angrily, uncrossing his arms and straightening up his spine to glare at the girl hovering five meters away from the window.
At once, the rest of the men leaped to their feet at the sight of her and hearing her voice; their hearts soaring.
They ran towards the window, pushing against each other just to see or talk to her.
"Get out of my way, Lestrange!"
However, Benjamin ploughed through, ignoring everyone.
"What took you so bloody long?!" Benjamin demanded as if he had the right to do so.
Hermione's brow twitched at his audacity.
"What took me so long?! Is that how you greet someone who is about to save you, huh?! You ungrateful morons!"
"Well, we're getting hungry and -!"
"We need to leave this tower right now, girl." Riddle cut in, "Dawn is fast approaching, if we remain here, we're going to either turn into ogres, or get discovered by someone who comes in to check the place."
Hermione assessed them one by one, her eyes narrowed. "Now, that I think about it, perhaps babysitting a bunch of ogres is better compared to managing seven full-grown wizards, who are hell-bent on conquering the world."
"Don't even dare to try and make us stay here until dawn!" Tom hissed, fury contorting his features, he leaned out the window, hands gripping the cold, stone of the windwsill.
"Let us out from this tower. RIGHT. NOW!"
"No, I won't!" Hermione snapped right back, glowering ferociously. "I told all of you not to come looking for your wands, but of course, you had to... because you know, world Domination and all that." She said sarcastically.
Tom's fury rose slowly as he listened to the girl continue to talk, his knuckles turning white when his grip tightened on the windowsill.
"And since you didn't heed my words. I'll let you all stay there until you learned your lesson!"
"Learn - learned my lesson?!" Tom sputtered incredulously, "Learned my lesson?! I'm ten years older than you, girl!"
"Then stay there a little longer until your bones turned brittle, old man!"
And just like that, the temper that he had kept in check for hours of dealing with his squabbling Knights finally snapped, and he instantly roared in fury.
"I SAID LET US OUT FROM THIS BLOODY TOWER, OR I SWEAR TO -!"
THUMP – THUMP – THUMP
Suddenly, the floors and the walls shook, cobwebs and grains of dust fell from the ceiling when they heard the loud thumping sound below them.
THUMP – THUMP – THUMP
"Oh shit! You've woken the Dragon!" Benjamin said, turning around to look at the door, the others did the same thing; their countenance tight with dread.
Riddle tried to breathe through his nose, his eyes remained fix on the girl, who was now biting her lip and looking indecisive as she stared back at him.
"Let us out," came his simple, but firm words, "Let us out. NOW."
After a short while, the girl ultimately caved in.
"Fine." She responded with a note of reluctance. "I'll let all of you out of there if you do as I say."
"What do you want us to do?" Abraxas asked hurriedly, stepping next to Tom.
"I want all of you to strip." The girl said.
Tom stared blankly at her, unsure if he heard correctly.
The others stared as well. Completely dumbfounded.
The girl merely looked at them; waiting.
"Excuse me?" Tom asked, getting indignant when he realized the girl was serious.
"Are you all deaf? I said, STRIP!" Hermione barked.
And once more, Tom's temper flared right back up, "This is not the time to be joking around, you piece of filth! Don't you get it through your little head that we are now in grave -"
"I'm not joking around, you nitwit!" Hermione bit back, "I have a plan to get you all of out of there! And this can only be done if you're going to remove your clothes. So shut up and strip!"
Tom opened his mouth and was about to say something else, when Fabian Avery spoke first.
"I think we have done enough stripping for you since you started stalking us, girl!"
"Then, all of you can rot in there for all I care! I will be laughing my ass off when all of you turned into ogres!" She retorted in anger, already tired of speaking to the dunderheads.
She wheeled her broomstick around and was ready to forget about the fools, when Edmund Rosier stopped her.
"Wait! Why do we need to remove our clothes for?"
Hermione wanted to bang her head against the wall for their stupidity.
"Don't you see that I'm riding a broom right now? How can I possibly take you all out of there at once? I need something for you to hold unto, like a rope, that's why you need to remove your clothes and tie them together, and then I will tie it to my broom, and with the use of a lightweight charm, I can carry you all out of there."
"That's the most stupid idea that I have ever heard!" Tom burst out, "Give me my wand and let me get us out of this–"
"No, I'm not going to give you your wand!" Hermione interrupted, scowling. "Either you agree to my plan, Riddle, or stay there until you're as ugly as Nott's hairy butt!"
"Hey! You know my butt isn't hairy, you've already seen it a few times!" Llyod Nott protested.
Tom could only seethed in silence at her.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Nott, but blushed a bit at his suggestive statement.
"Can't you just use your magic to conjure a rope?!" Clifford Mulciber suggested.
"I would have if my supply of magic isn't running low at the moment! If you want me to save you all, you better do as I say!" She said, glowering at each of them.
The men glared right back.
"Now strip your clothes off and start tying them together!"
And as predicted, they started protesting at the same time.
"I think not!"
"Just hand over the wand to the Dark Lord, you pest!"
"Like the Dark Lord said, that's the dumbest idea that I have ever heard!"
"It's rather cold outside. I think I will keep my clothes on. Thank you very much!"
"Hand over my damn wand, girl!" Riddle said again.
Hermione was getting impatient.
"I said, NO! Riddle! Now, strip the bloody hell up! Or I will do it for you, and I swear to Merlin that you will all be hanging butt-naked from the rope after this!" She threatened.
The men looked equally disturbed at the thought.
That's when the Dragon made its presence known once more.
THUMP – THUMP – THUMP
And then, without warning, the walls, floor and ceiling lurked, the men loosening their balance as they heard the ominous sound of what sounded like the Dragon purposely hitting this section of the castle.
BOOOOGG! BOOOOGG! BOOOG! was the sounds as the Dragon used its tail to swing and hit the walls leading towards the tower, where the men was being lurked from side to side from the force of the quake.
"FUCK! THE DRAGON IS TRYING TO BREAK THE TOWER!" Clifford shouted in realization.
BOOOOGG! BOOOOGG! BOOOG!
Cracks begin to appear over the walls and on the floors, spreading wide as the Dragon continued to attack their section of the castle.
BOOOOGG! BOOOOGG! BOOOG!
The cracks begin to spread up the ceiling, where debris and a cloud of dust begin to fall on them.
"AT THIS RATE, WE WILL PLUMMET TO THE RAVINE BELOW IF WE DON'T GET OUT OF THIS TOWER!"
"WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!" Hermione yelled. "SO SHUT YOUR MOUTHS AND STRIP THE BLOODY HELL UP!"
BOOOOGG! BOOOOGG! BOOOG!
Without any further prompting, the men started doing what they were told.
The men had never stripped their clothes off as fast as they did in that moment. Hastily sliding their sleeves of their robes out of their arms and flinging them off their shoulders, ripping their shirt open that the buttons flew everywhere, and hastily removing their belt buckles, and -
BOOOOGG! BOOOOGG! BOOOG!
All of a sudden, the tower tilted, the crack on the walls near the doorway widened that two people could fit in and push through.
CRACKKKK – CRACKKK – CRACKKK
Slowly, but surely, the tower begin to break apart from the castle.
The men started yelling and cursing as they continued to remove their clothes in haste.
Hermione took out her wand and used a Divestio spell on them.
Divestio!
The clothes were off from their bodies before they could even blink.
Now, it lay in a pile at their feet, ready to be used for Hermione's purpose.
Hermione ignored their tall and leanly muscled frames. She had seen them naked or half-naked in the last months that she might as well be immune already. Though there's still a blush rising to her cheeks as she met their shocked gazes.
"Hey!" Benjamin yelled, trying to hide himself behind Edmund Rosier, who appeared just as astonished.
"That was – that was inappropriate!" Abraxas tried to cover himself.
But Hermione didn't give the others the chance to protest as she yelled at them.
BOOOOGG! BOOOOGG! BOOOG!
"START TYING YOUR CLOTHES TOGETHER!"
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST USE YOUR MAGIC?!" Tom shouted over the sudden loud, groaning sound when the Tower tilted further, at a thirty degree angle.
CRACKKKK – CRACKKK – CRACKKK
"I TOLD YOU, I CAN'T! MY MAGIC IS LIMITED AT THE MOMENT! I CAN ONLY TRANSFIGURE YOUR CLOTHES!"
The men started to slide down the floor, towards the walls near the window, gravity forcing them there along with their clothes. They clung to the walls while everything around them begin to crumble.
They went down to retrieve the clothes from their feet and began tying them together fast.
The seven worked in silence as they tied their shirt, robes, ties, and trousers tightly together. The Dragon had stopped creating those thumping noises, but the tower was still breaking apart.
CRACKKKK – CRACKKK – CRACKKK
Some slabs of stones and panel of wood fell, causing the men to roll out of the way before it could hit them.
The Knights were almost done with their knots, when she heard an ominous, ear-splitting CRAKKKKK-CRAAKKKing noise.
Without thinking twice, Hermione wheeled her broom around and called to Riddle, who was nearest to the window.
"RIDDLE! RIDDLE! THROW ME YOUR CLOTHES!"
Seeing the look of panic on her face, Tom threw the line of clothing to her at once, even when some of the others were not finish tying.
Hermione transfigured it into a rope the second she caught it in her hand, and magically attached it to her broom before placing a lightweight charm on the rope. She did it in a span of five seconds
The men were already holding unto the rope like a lifeline before she had even finish transfiguring it. Hermione had placed a handholds and footholds on the rope for all of them to grip securely.
Now, it was all on her to carry them out of there.
And with one final, CRAAKKKKKKK, and a deafening GRRRRUUUUUUUUU, the tower inevitably detached from the Castle walls.
Hermione shouted at the men.
"HOLD UNTO THE ROPE AND DON'T LET GO! I'M GETTING YOU ALL OUT OF THERE!"
And with that she whipped her wand and yelled, "BOMBARDA!", to widen the opening on the window and let the men past easily.
The window and wall exploded into piles of rock, cloud of dust, and rain of sharp projectiles, with Hermione quickly casting a shield charm in all of the seven men to keep them from getting injured.
After all, they were only wearing their underwear; so sweet of her, really.
"JUMP NOW!" She shouted.
With rocks falling and hammering around against the shield she had cast around them, the men run and leaped from the collapsing tower, holding and gripping the rope tightly.
Simultaneously, they swung precariously through the air as the entire tower fell fast and upside down unto the ravine below. However, the men were already out before it could have dragged them, and her, down.
Still wildly swinging from the rope, the men yelled in surprise and fright the instant Hermione leaned forward close to her broom, and zipped out of there as fast as she could.
She was using the Firebolt that Sirius Black had given to her. She had to remind herself that she was going to give the man a kiss for teaching her how to fly once she went back to her time.
She heard the men shouting, and look below to see them getting whipped around by the gust of wind, and also from the speed of which she flew.
She also saw the collapsed portion of the tower crashing into the rapid waters below with a BOOOOOOGGGSSSHHH! with water rising like a tidal wave soon after.
However, Hermione was already soaring towards the skies with the Knights clinging to the rope that she had transfigured.
"You said you only have limited magic to use! How come you are able to use a shield charm?!" Tom yelled as soon as they were out of harm's way, and flying towards a safer location to land.
But still high up that the men were shivering from the cold.
Hermione decided to let them hang there a little bit longer as punishment.
"I lied. I just couldn't let you hitch a ride with me without fearing of getting killed by either of you, did you?"
The men stared up at her, looking flabbergasted.
"I had to make sure that you don't have any hidden weapons in your person right before I let you climb up, therefore the clothes had to go."
"What the hell?!" Fabian Avery burst out while Benjamin said, "Or you just wanted to see us in our underwear, and you're just making up excuses for-"
"Shut your trap, Lestrange!" Hermione interrupted, annoyed at the suggestion.
"Since you can use your magic, then why did you have to make us tie the clothes together?" Edmund inquired indignantly. "It was a waste of our time! We could have been out of there fast!"
"It's because I enjoyed watching you guys squirm and panic," was her immediate response, grinning wide.
"Why you little bitch! I'm going to climb up there and kill you myself!" Riddle suddenly threatened, already doing just that as he tried to climb over Avery, who had to clung to the rope for dear life as Riddle's weight was added to his, and almost pulling them both down.
But Riddle continued to climb over his knights, deaf to their grumbling protest, like they didn't exist to him anymore. Not when those furious cobalt-blue eyes were set on her.
Only her.
He even ignored it when he had to grab Rosier's boxer shorts and haul himself up and over him.
"My Lord! That's my –"
RRRRIIIIIIPPPPPP!
Hermione watched, amused as Edmund's printed boxers were torn off from his body. It flapped freely in the wind, still clinging to some part of the man's lower torso, fortunately covering his privates.
However, the Gods must hate the man because an eastern wind hit them hard without warning, that the men had to cling to the rope, and Riddle had to pause for a bit in his determination to climb towards her.
And also, there goes the rest of Rosier's boxers. It peeled off from his groin and Hermione had to avert her eyes hastily.
Buffeted by the uncontrollable air current, the boxer whirled and whirled around them before it finally find purchased on someone.
Right on Riddle's face.
For a second, Hermione stared down at the Dark Lord with Rosier's underwear sticking to his face, before she burst out laughing. The rest of the Knights choked, biting down their lips to stop from guffawing at the hilarious sight.
"AHAHAHA!"
Riddle tried to shake the garment off. But it stuck to him like a second skin; the wind blowing against him.
With her shoulders shaking hard from her laughter, Hermione's hold on the broom slackened, it lurked dangerously from side to side and the men was left swinging on the rope.
They started shouting in alarm.
Yet Hermione was still laughing.
"AHAHAHA!"
Holding unto the rope tightly, Tom used his other hand to peel the disgusting piece of garment from his face. He looked at it in revulsion and hastily threw it behind him. Edmund's underwear immediately flew far and away from them. Thank Merlin.
Riddle started climbing in renewed vigour, arms bunching and flexing on his shoulders and arms. Hermione stopped laughing when she saw the murderous look on Riddle's face, cobalt-blue eyes blazing as he looked up at her.
He kicked Edmund in the face for the unfortunate incident that made him looked like a fool.
"Ouch!" Edmund yelled, and Hermione watched as the naked man slid down the rope and into Fabian's Avery, who was looking up with his mouth half-open.
Horror etched on the man's face, when Edmund's naked butt descended on him and slammed into his face.
Hermione heard Fabian Avery sputtering in disgust, and screaming:
"GAH! OH FUCK! YOUR BALLS! YOUR BALLS, EDMUND! IT'S RUBBING ON MY FACE! YOUR HAIRLESS- FUCKING-BALLS! GET IT OUT OF MY FACE!"
Hermione started laughing again. "HAHAHAHA!"
The other men joined in the hilarity, except for Riddle who still climbing towards her.
"BE GLAD THAT I HAVE NO HAIR DOWN THERE, YOU SHIT!" was Edmund's shout as he started climbing up to grab for his handhold. "UNLIKE YOU, I CARE ABOUT MY PERSONAL HYGIENE!"
Hermione's laughter died down when she felt a hand grabbing her booted foot. Riddle tagged hard on her leg, and Hermione nearly slipped off the broom. It was by instinct that she tightened her hold on the handle, and trying to shake her foot away from Riddle's grip.
Despite her efforts to shake him off, however, Riddle started climbing on her, his hands grabbing for her calves mercilessly.
Their flight trajectory becoming erratic, lurking motions as Hermione tried to control the broom, but at the same time, remove Riddle's hold on her.
Deciding that Riddle clearly wasn't going to let go of her soon, she clenched her hand to release the wand from her wand holster, and into her hand. Without pausing, she pointed it towards the rope that was tied to the broom.
At once, Riddle froze, his eyes fixed on her wand.
In a low, serious tone, she said to him:
"Try pulling me down again and I'll cut the rope. And all of you are going to learn how to fly on your own."
All the men stilled, their eyes looking up at her in apprehension.
Riddle's handsome face hardened, his mouth pulling back into a savage snarl, when he directed his cold, blue eyes at her.
His hand tagged on her leg once more, but she held firm.
Incendio! She thought, and there was a flash of orange light speeding towards the rope, where a fire burst into life.
The rope begin to burn, the fire eating it fast. With the men's combine weight, it was going to snap in a few seconds.
"Riddle," came her simple, yet threatening whisper, her eyes remained locked into his pair of lapis lazuli eyes.
Almost immediately, Riddle let go of her leg, his eyes burning with hatred.
Hermione put out the fire and strengthened the rope.
The other six men sighed in relief.
And that's when everything went from fine to shitty in seconds.
BOOOOOOOOOGGGSSSHHHH!
All heads turned when they heard the earth-shattering sound in the distance. They watched almost in silent horror, when the Ukranian Ironbelly burst out from the Castle in a rain of boulders, dust of pulverized limestones, and shrapnel of wood and scrap of metal, before it spread its wings and soared towards the skies, and letting out an almighty, RAAAAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR!
The sound of it chilled Hermione and the men to the bones.
There was no doubt that it.
The large beast was looking for them.
And with a sharp dive, the Dragon was in hot pursuit. Its metallic grey scales gleaming like steel as it caught the light of the moon, its red eyes blazing like hot blood, and its massive wings created such a blast of wind with a WHOOOOOSSHHH! WHOOOOOSSHH!, sounds that the trees in the forest below fluttered and bent nearly half way, and it sent a flock of bats and other nightly winged creatures scattering towards the cloudless night skies.
The Dragon was gaining on them fast.
Despite its large size, it flew smoothly in the air.
The men started yelling, cursing and shouting at her.
"WHERE ARE OUR WANDS, GIRL?!" Hermione heard Abraxas yelled, followed by Tom's and Benjamin's shouts.
"GIVE US OUR BLOODY WANDS SO THAT WE CAN DEAL WITH THE DRAGON TOGETHER!"
"OUR WANDS, HERMIONE! OR WE'RE ALL GOING TO BE BARBECUED ALIVE!"
However, Hermione was adamant, and shouted, "NO!"
Just then the beast began to opens it giant maw, its chest expanding, smoke rising from its nostril as it begin to gather heat, energy, and whatever power it has, deep within its breast.
Then, the muscles on its wings started to tense while yellow, orange and red flames flickered into life from the back its throat, growing and growing, brighter and stronger until the Dragon swung its wing back abruptly, and exhaled.
Instantly, a destructive red-orange flames came shooting towards them, incinerating even the packets of clouds on its way.
"OH SHIT!"
Someone yelled below her as Hermione swiftly conjured harnesses for the men to secure them on the rope, before she shouted to them: "HOLD ON TIGHT!"
She could feel the scorching heat getting closer and closer by the second, and with a pushed on the handle of the room, Hermione leaned forward and did a sharp nose-dive towards the ground.
The wind battering mercilessly against her skin and hair that even her eyes watered at the speed of which she dove. The men started screaming like bunch of sissy girls as they swung into a wild arch before they fell from the sky; upside-down.
The roar of flames missed them, but the Dragon was still hot on their heels.
Hermione slowed her descent, or the men will die from the whiplash. She soon heard them groaning and moaning. And akin to riding a roller coaster, they must be close to vomiting.
The Dragon let out another almighty RAAAAAAWWWRRRR! before it dove after them once more.
"IT'S GOING TO FIRE AT US AGAIN!" Some of them yelled at her, but she was already swerving when another jet of super-heated flames blasted towards them.
VOOOOOGGGGHHHSSS!
They were able to avoid it, but the forest below, wasn't spared.
There was now a sea of flames licking at their heels as the forest below burned. Tendril of smoke, embers of fire and ashes drifting skywards.
Hermione and the Knights watched in silence as the fire spread.
However, the Dragon was not done yet.
Preview:
Tom was mesmerized. His heart started to hammer erratically against his chest as he held her powerful gaze.
However, she broke their eye contact, when the beast let out another RAAAAWWWRRR!
And just like that, she was off, and Tom could only watched her go.
His eyes never leaving her figure as she leaped and fought for them.
Author's Note: Ok, the last chapter was the Beauty and Beast Fairytale (Since the Beauty and Beast trailer came out, I was inspired to write this mixed and weird retellings of fairytale and mythology.) However, in the first chapter I also hinted a bit of Eros and Psyche story (The moment when Hermione was tiptoeing towards to the bed, and when she flooded the room with light, Abraxas suddenly roared that she musn't see his face, and Hermione was so surprised that she stepped on the peacock the Mythology, Psyche was pricked by the Cupid's bow and fell in love with Eros).
There's also a bit of Snow White there too, (when Tom got insulted when Abraxas was calling himself beautiful, slapped him and went asking for his mirror), there's also a bit of Tangled (the phoenix tears), and of course, the story of Narcissus (Abraxas vanity).
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Hermione Granger and the Villains' Tale