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Hiding An Innocent? COMPLETE	By : Talented_Mrs_Lupin Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 7650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione was sitting on a hammock in the ROR. She had agreed to take Loki back to the ‘magical little room’ because he wouldn’t stop asking her. It had been four days since the almost rape and still Hermione refused to speak to him because of what he had called her. It was far more difficult than she had assumed it would be as he was going out of his way to be cute and make her laugh or talk. She nearly gave in when he attempted to make breakfast and ended up setting her kitchen on fire. He attempted to sit with her on the hammock but as charmed it flipped over and dumped him on the floor while keeping her safely inside it, not even jostling the book that was in front of her face.
“Love” He said “Are you ever going to speak to me?”
“No” She snapped.
“How about this” He said “I will ask you a question and every time you answer I will remove an article of clothing” Hermione didn’t answer him but her eyes did rise from her book and her head tilted to the side “I’ll take that as a go ahead”
He moved to a spot across from her and allowed himself to change back in to his regular clothes. Shirt, pants, long jacket and boots before smirking at her, he was very out of place in the setting they were in. Which happened to be a light and airy forest with a warm spring near them, he told her that it was a place that was near his home. It was somewhere that he liked to spend his free time when he had been young, he and his mother had spent a lot of time out there learning to better harness his magic.
“Do you regret saving me on Tuesday?” He asked Hermione. She looked at him for a second and smirked putting her book down fully on her lap.
“Of course not” She answered and he took his shoes off.
“Are you mad at me for opening the door?” He asked.
“A little” She admitted “But I understand that you were merely curious and I never told you not to open the door looking like me” He took off his coat.
“Are you mad because I called you a Mudblood?” He had his head lowered.
“Yes” She whispered and he took his shirt off revealing a white undershirt “Cheater” She smiled a little.
“So eager to see me naked, Granger?” He asked cockily sounding a bit like Malfoy.
“Maybe” She smirked.
“Why are you mad at me for calling you a Mudblood?” He asked.
“You know what it means” She said “It’s a disgusting and hateful name used to supposedly describe muggle-borns...such as myself”
“What do you call Miss. Weasley?” He asked.
“What do you mean?” She asked “I call her Ginny”
“Try again” He smirked “When she came over last week you called her something, what was it?”
“Slut-bag” Hermione answered with a blush “She calls me Whore-face!” She felt the need to defend herself.
“Is she a slut and are you a whore?” He asked.
“Of course not” Hermione answered both questions “Their just names, something we don’t say all the time just every once in a while for no reason. There is no hateful intent when we say it”
“And there was no hateful intent when I said Mudblood” He told her “I just wanted to see that fire, that drive and challenge in your eyes...it’s...alluring”
“But you know that Malfoy...” She trailed off.
“He used that word in hatred and anger” He said “I was merely trying to get a rise out of you so that you would fight with me, playfully of course”
“Is there really a difference?” Hermione said.
“Yes” He said, walking closer to the hammock he motioned at it and she smiled muttering the spell she let him sit down and then looked at him waiting for him to continue “I like to get you all bothered because you actually fight back and you have a brain which makes arguing more fun. I promise that I wasn’t being cruel and I’ll never say it again if it bothers you that much”
“Thank you” She said.
“Remember though” He said “Just because someone calls you something doesn’t make it true”
Hermione smiled at him and then took a deep breath. She wanted to continue being mad at him but the way he was looking at her with those big beautiful eyes and that all-knowing cocky smirk. He knew that she was going to forgive him and so she shook her head and hugged him tightly against her. He was completely stiff for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around her waist as well and rubbed her back. She turned her head a little so that her forehead was against his neck and without stopping to think she pressed her lips against his pulse point, noting with much satisfaction that his pulse started to beat harder when she did. She raised her head slowly as he turned his head a little towards hers before their lips touched for their second kiss.
There was a lot that she had wanted to tell him about, now that she was talking to him again. She wanted to tell him that while they sat around in the ROR, Harry was building a case for him. That her best friend had watched his memories and, after vomiting at the horror he saw there, had promised that before the month was out he would be free. She wanted to remind herself that in under a month he would leave, he would go home back to Asguard and forget all about her, in the back of her mind she was sure that he probably had scores of women that would willingly do whatever he asked of them. All those thoughts were silenced though as his tongue dominated her mouth, he tilted her head back more and more until she was forced to lay back.
The hammock had reformed itself in to a queen-sized mattress and when she laid down it was on comfortable fluffy pillows. He pulled himself up on to his knees and then pushed himself between her legs and she was only too willing to have him there. He was holding one of her wrists above her head and his other hand was creeping up her shirt, she found herself grinding against the thigh he had placed between her legs. The hand not being held down slid up his chest around his shoulder and then gripped his hair, making sure that he wouldn’t attempted to stop kissing her. His chuckling made her stop kissing him and look at him, he was amused that was obvious and he was aroused that was very obvious (against her body as a matter of fact) but he was fighting against something. There was an expression of almost torture in his eyes, like something was trying to get free and he didn’t want it to.
“You are much more willing than I thought you would be” He told her “In fact, until your date on Tuesday I was pretty sure that you weren’t interested in men”
“Loki” She whispered lifting her hips and pressing against his arousal making him groan and sadly move away from her “You have got to be kidding me” She dropped her head back in exasperation.
“What?” He asked, lying on his side and trying to mentally make his erection to go down.
“What’s wrong?” She asked turning on her side and reaching towards him watching him watch her hand get closer and closer “I want you, Loki” She whispered against her better judgment “Why don’t you want me?”
“I do” He answered.
“It’s because I’m ugly, right?” She asked “You’ve a wife, a girlfriend...boyfriend?”
“No wife or girlfriend” He said “No boyfriend either” He put his hand against her cheek “And you are more beautiful than any woman I’ve seen”
“Then why...?” She asked.
“I’m not...” He hated himself for these emotions, he had kept all the stupid, simpering human feelings under wraps for years and now because of one tiny little witch they were suffocating him “Good” He searched for another word “I have killed innocent people in my past, I’ve used people to get what I want...you are so much better than I could ever hope to be and you deserve to be with someone worthy of you”
“I have killed as well” She said.
“For the right to live” He snapped.
“Doesn’t matter” She muttered standing up and fixing her clothes “You can’t even kiss me without it looking like a chore”
“I was trying to not hold you down and fuck you like whore!” He snapped “I am more dominant than you think, Hermione. I want nothing more than to fuck you not make love to you not be gentle with you... I want you to beg me to stop, to call me your god and to worship me the way...” He looked off “The way I want to worship you”
“You are really dumb sometimes, you know that?” Hermione asked walking over to him “I want you to respect me, listen to me, be gentle with me and treat me like a lady, in public” She straddled him and leaned in close to his ear and whispered “But, in private, I want you to fuck me like a whore!”
A/N: There you go my lovely readers. Hope you like it. Oh and there was question about Harry’s being in the apartment to take away the would-be rapists. If you remember Luna knew that something was going to happen and Hermione’s apartment, just Luna being creepy Luna and before she got to Hermione she brought Harry with her, just in case.
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