Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The Renegade	By : DarkWizardKiller Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Renegade � Chapter Three

The next two years were spent in constant training and preparation for her future. It was a future that she had designed for herself while healing at Hogwarts. Hermione concentrated on building up her body into a powerful fighting machine. She trained not only in the art of hunting those with the dark mark she also studied ancient martial arts and fighting with weapons as well. Her favorite became a small silver dagger that could easily be concealed and produced in an instant. She became deadly accurate from just about any distance. She could pluck a bird in flight from the sky with her dagger.

Hermione was standing out in the back yard looking for another target as Neville brought out a tray with her lunch on it. As he bent down to put the tray on a small table, a dagger zipped just under his nose and stuck in the wall behind him. He froze. Another zipped just an inch above his neck, trapping his head in place. He turned to look sideways at Hermione. As she made her way toward him, she had that dimpled, evil little smirk on her face that always made him weak in the knees.

�Don�t sweat on my food,� she said roughly as she pulled the daggers from the wall.

�Very amusing,� he said in a barely audible whisper.

�Don�t like it,� she said as she took a bite of her sandwich, �you know where the exits are.� She gave him a dark look. She sat down and looked out over the mountains.

Her physical regiment was daunting. She would train almost naked in the freezing cold and snow (Neville�s favorite) and wrapped in thick clothing in the blistering heat. She set up a magical gauntlet that would test her skills to their very limit with very real dangers. She would have Neville change and rearrange the challenges without her knowledge until she could get through the entire test without a scratch. Neville would watch her in wonder as her speed, power and accuracy became incredible.

He became very thankful that he didn�t possess the dark mark on his arm�

She and Neville developed potions and antidotes that would help her recover from injuries and illnesses quickly. His knowledge of Herbology was quite a bit more extensive than her own and proved quite useful. She studied and practiced many aspects of healing. She would use Neville as a guinea pig to practice healing cuts, bruises and burns. He really hated that part but never once complained. He had no desire to face Hermione�s wrath for any reason.

He was amazed at her level of intelligence, how quickly she could learn anything. He was also amazed at how muscularly defined her body had become. By her 19th birthday, she was 5� 10� tall and looked like a goddess. Her hair was still rather wild but now hung down to the small of her back and was thick and full. She kept it braided behind her head to keep it out of the way most of the time. Her skin was browned by the sun from so much training outdoors.

She and Winky created a set of clothes that would be both light and durable. Her pants and shirt were made out of a tough black dragon hide that she imported from Romania. She and Winky scrapped it down on the inside until it was thinner and lighter than usual. The hide became flexible and breathable without all the tanning on the inside. It was almost bullet proof. After having to threaten him with bodily harm, she had Neville try to stab her in the leg with a fork. It didn�t even mark the surface of the hide.

For the first time since they came to Godric�s Hollow, he thought he saw her smile. Not her evil little smirk, but the old sexy Hermione smile that used to turn boys guts into porridge. It lasted for only a blink of an eye and he acted as if he hadn�t seen but Neville thought it was a start. He hoped he saw the first tiny crack in the iron fortress that surrounded her heart.

She had made a small black choker out of some satin that she carefully removed from the inside of Harry�s dress robes. She made it to hide the scar that ringed her neck and she kept the pirate eye patch that Madam Pomfrey had given her. She had removed the rhinestones from around the outside edge but left the scull and crossed bones where it was. She would never wear any other.

When she put on the outfit, it fit her body like a glove. With her hair braided down her back, her choker in place, the eye patch, the thin, dragon hide covered, metal plated wrist bands that Neville made her, she looked like a warrior.

Neville had to leave the room as he suddenly found it very hot and difficult to breathe.

Neville settled into his role in Hermione�s life with as much indifference as he could manage. She slowly gave him more responsibilities as the months past. She would rarely ever leave the cottage grounds. It became Neville�s duty to see to it that Winky had what she needed to cook and he was required to pull his weight with house chores. He did whatever he was asked without question. Without admitting it or allowing him to get any closer, she found that he was a definite asset in her life and began treating him with a bit more respect. But, Neville always seemed to find a way to test her patience.

One evening, he was putting away some freshly laundered linens and clothes that Winky had washed. He knocked on Hermione�s bedroom door and when he heard no reply, he went in and placed a bundle of her clothes on her bed. As he turned to leave, he noticed that the bathroom door was slightly ajar. He heard her taking a bath. As he passed, he fought the urge to peek through the small crack. He knew it was stupid and dangerous but his hormones had been raging ever since he saw her in her outfit. He held his breath and looked inside.

Hermione was standing up in the old claw-foot bath tub rinsing her hair with her back to the door. He couldn�t believe how gorgeous she was. Her back and shoulders were thick with muscles but she still retained her womanly shape. Her thighs were corded and heavy and her calves were sculpted. But what made him start to sweat was her beautiful behind. She turned slightly and he saw just a glimpse of her left breast. Her nipple was high and erect. Neville closed his eyes for just a second to let the image burn into his memory. He didn�t see her get out of the tub and make her way stealthily to the bathroom door. It flew open in his face as she stood before him with nothing more on than a deadly look.

Neville had been frightened many times in his young life, but what he felt as he stood there with Hermione�s eye boring a hole in his head was excruciating. He closed his eyes and prayed for a quick and painless death.

�Look at me.� She said roughly.

When Neville didn�t open his eyes, she said it again.

�LOOK AT ME NEVILLE!� She screamed.

His eyes snapped open and he tried to concentrate on her angry face. Sweat began to pour from his face and head.

�No, Neville look at my body!�

He forced his eyes to fall down her amazing form. Her body was shimmering from the water. Her breasts were small but firm and perfect. The developed chest muscles under them pushed them high. Her hips curved seductively into her body. Her stomach was small steps of well defined muscles and the slight wisp of soft downy fur that covered her mound was more than he could stand. Tears welled up in his eyes and they fell like rain, blurring the image of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life. Hermione looked down and saw that he had an enormous erection in his trousers.

�I�m sorry Hermione,� he sobbed, �Please forgive me.� He hung his head.

�I pray that you�ve had a good long look Neville. This body was not built for pleasure. It was built for pain, to inflict as much pain on my enemies as possible. It was built to kill. Now I highly recommend that you refrain from peeping through keyholes and cracks in doors or I promise�you will be my first victim.� With that she closed the door and turned the lock with a loud click.

Neville felt foolish and stupid. It would have been easier if she would have just pulled his heart from his chest and left him to die. He was allowed to see what he would never have and wanted more than life itself. He realized, as he made his way toward his room, that she had tortured him�just as the Death Eaters had tortured her. The tactic was different but the result was the same. It was revenge and he hated her for that. She had become this evil, hateful thing. No remorse, no feelings, no compassion. So why in hell did he love her so much? It was because�because�she was still Hermione Granger and she was the only one left.
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Renegade