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Ron's War: Second Story in the Bane Saga	By : LadyofSpades Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 3981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ron's War Second Story in the Bane Saga So it Begins:
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Disclaimer: WIP. Read at your own risk. Rape Fic, Graphic Violence, kidnapping, anal, oral, Pay with Toys, My virgin eyes warning will be posted at the beginning of brutally tragic chapters if you want to know what that means go to Unseen Danger chapter four Consequences, M/F, M/M, F/F,M/M/F, tort, H/C, blood letting, Whipping, Nipple play, Sex spells, Use of unforgivables thanks to Voldemort, Brutality, B&D, S&M, Contro, Death, Incest, WS, anything else my warped characters can think of.
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Hermione strolls gloomily away from her parents home. She had just Obliviated them. It was a long hard choice she had made a few weeks back after Harry and Ron had saved her from Bane’s grasp. Bane would be back. It was the only way she could defeat his plans to use her parents against her. They would never know they had a daughter and she had packed what things they needed for the airport putting the rest in storage. They would never know they had a child they were proud of and loved ;but they would never be in danger either. No more dwelling on it. What was done was done. There was one last thing she needed to prepare for the battle ahead. When she got to the end of the drive where she had spent her childhood she turned a corner and used the port key she had made out of a Gryffindor scarf. She reappeared on the edge of a small town with cobble stone streets. Someone near by was speaking German. Hastily, with great care, she made her way to the stadium. Cheers could be heard ahead as she stepped into the area she was trying to reach. As she nervously ran between people in the crowded side street. She had found the familiar face she was looking for.
“Ahh! Hermione! Got your message. Come, come will take you to the VIW booth. Follow me. I Should classify this moment as compensation! He will be thrilled to see you! Absolutely thrilled!” stated the short wizard over the roar of the crowd. She had always guessed he would be tall given he had goblin ancestry. “Nice to see you again also as well Marcus.”
They started a long trek up the stairs. The guard tightened around them. WSF patches showing with long dark purple robes on most of them. They were regulars not many new faces. It made her feel comfortable. A wizard had come up along side them from the stands.
“Hey Slick! Who we have here? Why don’t you introduce us. Hey toots!” He winked at her. Marcus looked at him. The kind of look that makes most people know you are unwelcome.
The wizard looked rather scruffy with a grey double eagle tee shirt and had a faint German accent. His red robes billowing in the wind. He suddenly grabbed her.
“Come enjoy a few drinks with us. I insist.” he issued to his friends who waved. He looked as if he had a little too many lagers.
“Excuses Me.” she started getting uncomfortable.
“Fancy Shag much?” He chortled in his best English accent.
Marcus nodded his head in the guys direction and he was suddenly blasted over the railing. Hermione gasped. His friends laughing at him.
“Will he be alright?”
“Don’t worry he landed on his thick skull. He will undoubtedly be fine.” he chuckled.
They quickly made their way up through the crowd that was roaring and getting lost in the game happening in the field above them. They reached the booth. A beautiful woman with long dark hair had turned toward them as they entered. Her face falls as she recognized the woman standing beside Krum’s Manager.
“Misty. Its nice to see you again.” Hermione held her hand out but Misty ignored the gesture and began to pat the seat next to her.
“The pleasure is all mine.” said Misty with a bit of a snap.“Sit, the game is going vell. I vink” She says in a heavy Dutch accent. Just as Hermione sits down the snitch flies across their booth and so does Krum his red quidditch robes billowing in the wind behind him as he hits the wind current hard. A bludger gets hit into his direction with no one to block it Krum dodges out of the way fast it barely misses him. The bludger starts flying into the booth. Hermione flinches as the bludger heads in their direction. The ball is repelled just as the other teams seeker flies by hitting into him causing him to slow. By the time he recovers the announcer calls it.
“Krum. Krum has caught the snitch! The Bulgarian’s win! 170 to 80! What a game that was a close call.”
“Eighty!Eighty! that’s an out rage! Should have been 100!” guffed a old wizard in a blue cloak.
“That’s what you get when your guys Beater starts Bumping the VIW booth. Hope you seeker can play next game!” chortles Marcus. He grabs Hermione around the shoulders .
“You should show up more often. Lady Luck. He has never lost a game you have sat here for and we have been on a losing streak.”
At that point Hermione has noticed Krum has seen her. A bright smile has lighting up on his face as he spins on his broom, the snitch in his hand.
“Where did Misty go?” Hermione looks around.
“Who cares where that free loading hussy cow has went off to. If you ask me he’d do well to get shed of her. I keep warning him but he will not hear of it.”
“I was sure she would want to stay to congratulate him. Oh well, do you have the papers I had sent for.Yeah sure do. The bloke delivered them but I do not have them with me hun. I left them at the suite. I will make sure you get them before you leave. What are you wanting with muggle records anyway?”
“Just some research.” she shrugs. They sit and talk a bit while the crowd starts to clear. I need to go to the bathroom Hermione said.
“Okay Darling. See you when you get back I will tell Krum your here.” Marcus goes back to smoking his cigar. Which she had asked him to put out. Cigars bring back rather unpleasant memories for her. She goes down stairs. Wading through the crowd she has worn a robe with a hood to keep herself from being spotted she pulls the hood close. She thinks too late that maybe I should have ask Marcus for the use of the guards but she is now being pushed through the crowd as the game has let out. She disappeared into bathrooms. As she does a man brushes against her. It’s the same man from the stairs?
“Excuse me misses.” he looks her in the face. She just nod and heads into the bath room.

Outside “I tell you I found her first. I get most of the reward.”
“You say you need my help and then your going to leave me holding less then half the purse. I tell you what you give me 60 percent and I will help you out or nothing” He fingers the poster in his hand.
“Fine, it’s nothing then.” He grabs the poster away.
“Get out of here. You Schwein Hure. It’s just a young witch. I can handle it. Just wanted you here incase she try to make a break for it.”
The other man storms off through the crowd as Hermione heads out of the bath room. He heads through the corridor to cut her off. He bumps into her.
“Well we meet again.” He smiles. He is not quite sobered up she thinks but at least he not being a ripe arse.
“Maybe we can go out to get a bite to eat. What you say sweetheart? A little post game celebration.”
“No thanks. I am meeting someone.”
He grabs the wrist of her wand hand.
“Come on lovely it’s just around the corner. I promise I will make it worth it.” he smiles flirting with her. Her heart starts to race and beat out of her chest. “No thank you. Let go please.” she urges.
He brings her closer to him. “Come on my Lovey. Why don’t we fly back to my place and make a dive for the snitch together.” She starts to panic but keeps her head level going for her wand with her left hand. She starts thinking of a stunning spell. All she needs is her wand’s help. When suddenly an arm reaches across her left shoulder and the wizard releases her.
“I Vink you should go now.” Comes a familiar voice. “The lady does not like you. You smell bad.”
“ Hey Krum.” he says excitedly. “Can you give me you autograph.”
“ Vell let me make myself clearer ___
Krum seems to get agitated but holds his composure. There is a slight pause. ___ Sod off!!”
Krum starts to lead Hermione away.
“ Hey!! I paid good money to see you lose three times in a row! You can’t treat me like this!” Krum punches the guy in the face with no effort. The young wizard has been knocked out cold. Krum steps over him. His arm wrapped around Hermione’s shoulder they head into Viktor’s guard.
Krum decides to walk back to his suite. They walk up the stairs talking with one another. She glances thinking she sees something. Then shakes her head. Krum kisses her on the lips before the guard blocks the view.
As she disappear into the crowd near. Ron pulls back his hood. His wand was at the ready. He started to look around for the best spot to keep guard and disappears back into the crowd certain Hermione has not seen him.
Two stories above on a roof across the street a frustrated wizard stands glaring at the couple. His cropped dark hair and cloak billowing in the wind. The stocky man scratches his broad chin. You will be mine again he thinks. I know it. Krum will be your ticket back to me. It’s just a matter of time.
“It’s so good to see you again. Hermione” He says running his hand through her hair looking into her honey brown eyes. "I vill have the staff bring up some food for us. What would you like?"
"Grilled chicken and a salad would be fine.” she replies
“White vine?”
“Sure.” she smiles at him.
“So, what have you been up to since last Easter? You did not even write me back that much. Letters vere very short. I thought maybe you were. How do you say? Committed to someone. ”
“Not yet.”
“This is not more getting revenge? Although not like I mind if it is.” kisses her neck. “I just want to know, where it is, I stand.” He looks into her eyes even more deeply. Followed by a deep kiss. The food trolley arrived.
“Foods here.” she says as she digs into her salad avoiding his question.
“I’m starved.” she glances at him. Starts answering his question about how things have been.
“As you probably know. It’s gotten pretty rough." She pauses. "Dumbledore was murdered. We suspect death eaters are penetrating every level of Ministry of Magic. Everyone is debating about going back to school or not. My parents.” She freezes up. “They’re worried. They don’t know what is going on exactly but the muggle world has been shaken. There has been incidences sink holes, bridges collapsing, families being murdered. Muggles gone missing. My parents know it has to do with our world. They told me to stay safe and went to fix tea.”
Krum Laughs. “Very English of them. As if a spot of tea will fix every thing.” He eats a bite of chicken.
Hermione chuckles.
They talk about quidditch, how things have progressed with Krum being out of school. They continue to talk about different things. The last time they were together Krum noticed Hermione had an attraction to birds. He tells her about the owl he thought about getting her since she did not have one of her own but thought he should wait to speak with her first.
“Crooks would have an issue with that. Cats and bird are a bad combination. Thank you for the thought. It would have been a lovely gift” she smiles.
He smiles back. “Well if you ever want him. He is yours. I have him in my owlery at the estate. I named him Hugo. He is highly intelligent.”
“You have not ate much." she says looking at his plate with only a few bites out of it.
“Your so beautiful you make me fulfilled. If I had a star for every time I though about you lately. There would be none left in the sky for others to look upon.” He smiles at her watching.
“More vine?” she nods. He pours her another glass. She sips it looking over at him.
Viktor always had a way with words. She sat there eating as he watches. He almost always made her beautiful and wanted. He had figured out she had simple taste and catered to that. She had several simple pieces of jewelry he had given her and books he thought she liked. A gold and red ruby book mark he had given her the day after the yule ball. The more she thought about him. The more she realized; that she was doing it again. She was using him for her own selfish purposes. Oh well, let's move this along. She put her fork down taking a sip of wine. She goes to sit in his lap. They kiss their tongue flicking at each other as they enjoy the taste and smell of being close. Viktor starts kissing her chin line back to her neck. His strong arms surrounding her body. He puts his hand up her shirt. Starts to take it off then decides against it. Sweeping her up into his arms he strolls over toward the bed room giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
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