Payback is a Witch

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 21 ~ Home Invasion

Hermione woke up at eight-thirty Monday morning. She hadn't slept well, being tormented by a pair of deep, dark eyes all night long. The witch rolled over and looked at the time, her eyes widening.

"Shit!" she said, bolting from the bed and into the bathroom.

Hermione hurriedly showered and dressed. She had to skip breakfast and hurriedly warded the front door and apparated to the Ministry.

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At about eleven o'clock two shimmers made their way across Hermione's yard, stopping outside her front door.

"Check it, Fletch. We don't want any nasty little surprises," Jackson said to his disillusioned partner.

Fletch took out his wand and checked Hermione's front door.

"Warded," he said, "Nothing too fancy though."

"Can you get through it?" Jackson asked him, looking around the neighborhood. All was quiet. Most everyone was at work. It was a cloudy day as it usually was, with a small breeze blowing, making the bushes wave. The motion covered their shimmers nicely.

"Probably, but first let's check around the house. Maybe we can get through a window or something. Most people don't ward everything," Fletch said, moving along the side of the house.

"Good for blokes like us," Jackson chuckled as he followed the wizard.

Sure enough, Hermione's kitchen window wasn't warded. It was small, but Fletch was slim enough to work his way through. Then he walked to the back door and let Jackson in. Usually wards were one-way. They didn't let people in, but they could usually go out. Another safety factor most overlooked.

The two wizards looked about, Fletch going to the cooler.

"What are you doing?" Jackson hissed at him.

"I'm hungry," Fletch said, opening the cooler.

He found a piece of roast chicken wrapped in cellophane. The blonde wizard removed it from the cooler, ripped off the wrapper and bit into it. He dropped the plastic wrap on the floor.

"Pick that up you idiot," Jackson said to him. "She's not supposed to know anyone's been here. I doubt she's a slob like you. Now throw that away."

Fletch scowled at his partner, picked up the wrapper and threw it in the trash bin.

Jackson eyed the basement door.

"Two to one her lab is down there, and warded," he said to Fletch, who took out his wand again and checked the basement door.

"Yep. This door is warded all right. Strong ward too," the wizard said, chewing. "Maybe booby-trapped."

Jackson nodded.

"I guess we should do a drop-down then and go around them," the wizard said, studying the floor. He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, followed by Fletch. He nodded. "I think the basement goes the length of the entire house."

Jackson walked up to the armchair. It wasn't set far from the wall.

"We'll enter here," Jackson said, looking at the small space behind the armchair. "In case anyone comes in, they won't see the hole right away."

Jackson pulled out his wand, pointed it at the floor and said an incantation, moving the wand in a circular motion and cutting through the wood. Presently it fell in, leaving a hole large enough for them to drop through.

"Your little stint as a carpenter comes in handy, Jackson," Fletch said grinning as the black-haired wizard began to lower himself through the hole.

"You know me, Fletch. Always trying to improve my art," Jackson replied, dropping through the hole. Fletch followed him.

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After a rather busy morning, Hermione took a break, intending on filing the paperwork for the Aisle of Non-magic spell when she realized she'd left them home.

"Damn it," she said. She looked at the time and it was eleven-twenty. "I've got to get those papers filed today. The solicitor must be up to his neck in inquiries. I can just pop home and get them."

Hermione closed up her lab, exited the Ministry and apparated for home.

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The two wizards looked around Hermione's lab. It was dark and Fletch raised the torches. There was potions making equipment, lots of notebooks neatly stacked under the counters, a desk, a blackboard and…eureka…a file cabinet in the corner.

"There it is," Jackson said, starting to approach the file cabinet. Fletch held him back shaking his head.

"She's a Potions Mistress. They protect their research with all kinds of nasty wards and traps for the most part. We've got to check this out good," the wizard said. "Don't want any surprises now, do we?"

Jackson paled. He had almost made a very stupid mistake.

Fletch pulled out his wand and pointed it at the file cabinet and said an incantation. He couldn't detect any kind of ward on the cabinet. He frowned.

"That's strange," he said, "There isn't a single ward on it."

Jackson gave a grin.

"Well, she's new at this, isn't she. Probably hasn't had anything stolen yet and figures the ward on the lab is enough," the wizard said. "Ah well, live and learn witch."

He approached the file cabinet. Fletch, who was very sensitive to magic…started as he felt a change in atmosphere.

"No! Jackson! Wait!" he cried, but the wizard walked up to the file cabinet. Immediately ropes fell from the ceiling and bound him, bells and whistles sounding loudly.

"Shit!" Fletch cursed.

"Hey! Who's there!" came a female voice.

"Double shit!" Fletch cursed backing to the wall next to the door, his wand in hand. He watched Jackson shout and struggle against his bonds.

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Hermione had arrived, let herself in the house and picked up her paperwork off the coffee table. She was just about to leave when the ward in her lab sounded.

"What the fuck…" she cursed, running to the kitchen and up to the basement door. In what she hoped was a brave voice Hermione cried, "Hey who's there?"

She found the basement door was still warded and hadn't seen the hole in the floor behind the armchair. She unwarded the door and ran down the stairs to her lab. The noise was next to deafening. She found her lab door still warded as well. She undid the wards and pushed the door open, her wand extended. She saw a man writhing on the floor in front of her file cabinet, tightly bound. Her trap had worked. She didn't ward the cabinet, but the area around it. Only she could enter that space without the ropes binding her. Cautiously she walked into the lab and looked at the wizard. He looked vaguely familiar.

Hermione stopped the alarm and stared at the bound man, who had ceased struggling, his dark eyes looking at her hatefully.

"What the hell are you doing in my lab and how did you get in here?" she asked him. Then she looked up and saw the hole in the ceiling. She looked back at the man. "Pretty smart. But obviously not enough. I'm calling the Aurors."

Suddenly Hermione was grabbed from behind, her wand yanked out of her hand and her mouth covered. She felt a hard body pressed into her.

"I'm afraid you won't be calling anyone, witch," a male voice hissed in her ear.

Then everything went black.

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When Hermione awoke, she found herself sitting in the living room, tightly bound to a kitchen chair. No one was with her but she could hear noises coming from down the hall. Presently, Fletch returned. He now had a black bandana tied around his face so only his eyes were visible. He was putting something in his pocket. He looked at Hermione.

"Ah, you're awake, eh? Well good…" he breathed.

"What do you want?" Hermione asked him.

"Anything of value," Fletch replied, his blue eyes drifting over her in such a way Hermione's blood ran cold.

Jackson emerged from the back, also wearing a bandana around his face. He scowled at Hermione, pissed he had been caught in her trap.

"You're a sneaky little bitch, warding the area around the cabinet. You set a bloke up, you did," he seethed at her. Then he pulled out a small rectangular box. Hermione looked at it and realized it was her file cabinet, reduced.

"All I did was reduce it, then accioed it," Jackson replied, "After Fletch cut me out of those bonds, that is."

He cocked his head at her.

"Now, what to do with you, witch," he said, his eyes narrowing.

"Just go," Hermione said. "You've already robbed me."

Hermione's heart started to pound with fear, especially the way the blonde-haired wizard was looking at her. There was definitely lust in his eyes.

Fletch walked closer to her, and caressed her hair gently.

"Not of everything, love," he purred.

Hermione's heart dropped as Fletch ran his rough hand over the curve of her face. He looked back at Jackson.

"I think we owe her something for that ward, Jackson…what do you say?" he asked the black-haired wizard.

Jackson shrugged.

"That's your thing, Fletch. You know I don't rape witches. If you want to do her, do her. But I'm going to go check if there's anything we missed," Jackson said, making his way back down the hallway.

"What? You don't want to watch?" Fletch called after him.

"No. And make it quick. No killing," Jackson called back.

Fletch looked at Hermione hungrily.

"You're a pretty little bird. I'm going to enjoy spreading your wings," he said, starting to unbutton his robes. Horror shot through Hermione.

Dear gods, he was going to rape her.

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It was almost the end of Potions class. Severus was in a foul mood after returning the latest tests to his fifth year pupils. Not a decent grade among them. Now he would have to review everything and it was going to make a mess of his lesson plan. The Potions Master took ten points from everyone in exasperation.

"What the hell do you do in here?" he yelled at them, slamming his hand on his desk furiously. "Even the walls of Hogwarts aren't as thick as you lot!"

All of his students blanched. The wizard was just warming up to total browbeat mode when a pulse of genuine horror washed over him so strongly, he lurched.

Hermione. What the hell was the matter with her? Waves of fear poured over him.

Shit. Something was wrong. Very wrong. The witch was terrified.

"Class dismissed! Out now!" he shouted at his stunned pupils. He hadn't even given them an assignment. Well, they weren't about to wait until he remembered that and quickly gathered up their books and departed. There was only fifteen minutes left until lunch anyway.

When the last student exited, Severus quickly strode from his classroom, warding it, then dashed through his office, impatiently waiting for the wall to open to let him into his private rooms.

The moment he entered, he placed a silencing spell on himself, then disapparated.

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Fletch stripped off his robes, then pointed his wand at Hermione.

"Divesto," he said in a deceptively soft voice. Hermione was left naked, but still bound, the ropes crisscrossing her breasts. She screamed and struggled in the chair, making her breasts jiggle in the process. Fletch's tongue almost rolled out of his mouth as he looked at the well-built little witch.

"Damn, those robes hid a lot, didn't they," he said, his eyes hot. He began to undo his trousers.

"I think we'll start with a blowjob. You have such a pretty mouth," he said.

"I have an STD," Hermione said desperately, "and I'm on my period."

Fletch chuckled as he opened his pants.

"You're a Potions Mistress. If you had an STD you'd just whip something up to cure it. As for your period…I don't mind a little blood-play," he said, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock. Hermione could smell him immediately and wretched.

Fletch's cock was short, thick and uncircumcised. He pulled back the foreskin, hissing, the red glistening head pointing at Hermione. She had never seen an uncircumcised cock before and thought it was the most ghastly thing she ever laid eyes on. Gods, she couldn't put that in her mouth.

"I won't do it!" she cried.

Fletch's eyes went hard.

"Oh, you'll do it all right witch, even if I have to break your jaw to get your mouth open," he threatened her.

Hermione went white. She could tell the wizard wouldn't hesitate to beat her. Rape was a violent act after all…what difference would assaulting her make to the wizard? Not much.

Fletch started walking toward her, his hand holding his cock out, the musky, unclean scent of it making Hermione want to gag.

"Open up," he hissed.

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A/N: Hermione is in a world of shit. Hurry Severus! Please review.