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Hermione Granger and the Villains' Tale	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 9649 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Harry Potter Universe. They all belong to J.K Rowling. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Tale of the Beast (Hermione/Abraxas)
- 2-The Tale of Fionas and....Shrek?
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Author's Note: This will be my first attempt at humor, though I'm not sure you're going to find it funny. This story is actually more of a parody version of Hermione Granger and the Knights of Walpurgis. It will be written in drabble-like style, but some will be longer than others. I like to write stories with action-adventure, so I hope you will enjoy this one. This will be a series of random, unusual and mixed retellings from Fairtytale stories, Greek Mythology and other things, though this is set in the HP world. Instead of a hero, however, its the female whose going to save the man - or rather - men. And they aren't even your typical Princes, but actually the Villains.
This story is set in Tom Riddle's time. The time after Tom left school and began to travel the world in search for followers, some of his loyal followers... err.. devoted knights possibly might have traveled with him too. It was mention that they were waiting for him in the Three Broomstick when Tom applied for the position for the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Although, there's only been mention around five of them. (Avery Sr., Lestrange Sr., Rosier Sr., Mulciber Sr., Nott Sr.) Abraxas Malfoy actually wasn't a member of the gang, but I do love to include him too.
In this story, Hermione traveled back in time, and ended up tied to them. Though she remained invisible for a reason, except for a the full moon. If you want to know the entire story, you can read the prequel to the HGKoW, which Hermione Granger and the Might of the Phoenix. You can check for more updates and snippets in my twitter or tumblr account. links are on my profile. my tumblr is ( .com)
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The Tale of the Beast (Abraxas/Hermione)
"Only the strongest shall remain amongst my Knights," Tom said, staring at the blonde man kneeling before him, "and you, Abraxas, is not one of them."
"Please, my lord." The Malfoy heir pleaded, whimpering when both Fabian Avery and Clifford Mulciber tightened their hold on his arms.
"The Malfoy money can only go so far," He stated coldly, and with that, he nodded his head to Lloyd Nott in a silent command to proceed.
"NO! PLEASE!" Abraxas started struggling and shouting, but Avery and Mulciber held him fast, with Benjamin grabbing a handful of Malfoy's hair and forcefully tipping his head back.
Squeezing the stopper off from the vial, Nott stepped closer to the blonde man.
"Let him drink it," Tom ordered.
"I BEG OF YOU, MY LORD! DON'T!-UGH!"
In silence, Tom watched as both Edmund Rosier wrenched Malfoy's mouth wide open while Nott forced the green liquid down the blonde's throat.
Abraxas sputtered, gurgling when he tried to talk, which then turned into a series of coughs, possibly when the liquid must have went to his airway; tears forming at the corners of Malfoy's eyes while he choked out incomprehensible words
"Gragh – please – ugh ooont – do grugh grugh…"
However, his feeble protests fell on deaf ears.
As soon as the vial was completely emptied, they released the blonde pureblood.
Abraxas slumped unto the floor, trembling pathetically.
"Considering that you value your appearance more than anything else, let's see how you can stomach looking at yourself in the mirror after this." Tom stated maliciously.
Just then, the live strain of the dragon pox virus, finally took effect.
With a shout, Abraxas stared in abject horror when greenish-purple scales began appearing on his right hand, and then on his forearm, before spreading towards his torso and face.
"NOOOOOO! NOT MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!"
That exclamation was an insult to Tom.
So, he slapped the blonde hard.
SMACK!
"How many times do I have to tell you, Abraxas?! You are not beautiful! Where's my goddamn mirror so that this buffoon can see it for himself?!"
...
Light on her feet, Hermione carefully maneuvered herself through the darkness, and towards the direction of the bed.
She already knew the layout of the room.
Afterall, she had spent the last few days watching its occupant destroy it out of fury.
Despite that fact, however, it was still a daunting task as she threaded through the many obstructions scattered on the floor, such as: shards of glass that came from the a broken vase, a lump of feathers which must have come from a ripped pillow; or the wooden debris - small splinters of it - must be from the torn chairs and other upholstery that Malfoy had a habit of blasting in his fits of temper.
Abraxas really did a good job at redecorating his room. Hermione thought wryly.
She paused for a short while, scanning the area in front of her, and allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness a bit more.
Finally, Hermione could make out the outline of the bed in front of her. Though the lump lying on top of it was hard to distinguish; it might be a pillow, or a broken part of a wardrobe, for all she knew.
Malfoy had drawn the thick curtain, which prevented even a sliver of moonlight to enter his room.
Hence, she took a step towards the lump on the bed to investigate further.
That's when she stepped unto shards of glass.
CRUNCH-CRUNCH-CRUNCH
The crunching noises it generated sounded louder in the deathly silence of the room.
Hermione froze, listening carefully.
To her right, she heard the rustle of cloth, and her head snapped in that direction.
Her eyes could only see the form of a chair, but no more than that.
"Lumos," She murmured.
Immediately, light flooded the entire room, showing to her the devastation she always saw during her visits there.
"NO! TURN OFF THE GODAMN LIGHT! TURN IT OFF! YOU CAN'T SEE MY FACE!"
Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Abraxas's roar. She was so startled that she stumbled back, and nearly tripped over a peacock figurine.
Fortunately, she was fast to recover from the shock..
"Don't be such a Drama Queen, Malfoy!" Hermione snapped, taking a cautious step towards the hulking figure sitting on a high-back chair just beside a fireplace.
"I've already seen what you look like in the last few days! No amount of hiding beneath that bed sheet can stop me from taking a peek, idiot!"
Hermione had already seen his face when she was still invisible.
That had been three days ago.
However, tonight was the full moon, and the only time she became corporeal and able to use her magic.
"What the hell are you doing here, you pesky poltergeist-girl?!" Abraxas growled, arranging the bed sheet that the Malfoy was using to cover most of his face.
"I'm here to help." She answered, taking another step towards his chair.
"I don't need your bloody help! Now get out of my sight!" The arrogant pureblood snarled, flinging a cushion at her.
Hermione stepped to the side and let it sail past.
Abraxas growled.
Not wanting to waste any more time with the stupid man, she said the only thing that might convince the pureblood fool.
"Do you want to become pretty again, or not?"
That seemed to catch Abraxas' attention.
What a narcissistic bastard.
…..
"Take it," she said, holding up her palm towards him.
The teardrop glistening on the pad of her index finger.
"Rub it over your skin and you will -"
"DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL, YOU INSIPID MIDGET?!" Abraxas roared, launching up to his feet from the chair he had been sitting on, and stalked towards her; his long strides eating the distance that separated them.
The bedsheet that covered his tall form, sliding to the ground and revealing to her the scales that lined half the side of his face, his torso and his arms; tinged in green, purple, and red - it looked like discoloured blotches of skin.
"Seriously, Malfoy! Stop acting like a wild beast!" Hermione said in annoyance, which was the wrong thing to say because that made Abraxas Malfoy act more... agitated .
One second, she was standing there, and the next thing she knew...she was knocked over by a body mass twice the size of her.
It felt like she had been hit by a car when she slammed right in the bed, taking the breath out of her. The bed groaning at the force of her fall, and from the sudden overwhelming weight that occupied it.
"How can your tears heal me?!" Abraxas growled close to her face, spit showering over her.
Hermione thought she needed to force herself to cry for him, just to give him the tears that contained the healing properties of the phoenix.
However, it seemed Malfoy could already do that for her - make her cry that is.
Abraxas breath was horrendous.
Hermione had to close her mouth and nose at the smell of it. Her eyes watering.
"Or do you have this silly notion that love - or compassion - would have the power to -"
"Merlin's breath, Abraxas! When was the last time you brush your teeth?!" Hermione exclaimed, pinching her nose while she tried to push his face away from her, coincidentally rubbing the tears she had shed across the patches of discoloration on his face.
If it was even possible, beneath the greenish scales, Hermione could have sworn a scarlet flush climbed up Abraxas' cheeks.
Abraxas clamped his mouth shut after her obtuse statement, clearly embarrassed.
Hermione pushed against him, and it was to her relief that Malfoy finally rolled off of her, and sit at the edge of the bed.
She sat up, closely watching the pureblood beside her, who had his elbows propped up on his knees while he covered his face with his hands.
"Get out," He said in a soft voice, not looking at her; hands gripping clamps of his now greasy-platinum blonde hair.
When Riddle had forced Malfoy to drink that vial, which contained a live dragon pox virus, Abraxas had stopped caring about himself, neglecting even to eat some of the food that Clifford Mulciber had brought for him.
"Leave me be, and go bother someone else.."
"No," came Hermione's stubborn persistence. "I'm tired of watching you waste yourself in this little hellhole you built up. Beauty is not everything, and money won't last forever, what you need is -"
"I SAID GET OUT!" Abraxas yelled, his hands clenching into tight fist.
"No," Hermione said stubbornly. Straightening her spine, she scooted towards him.
Abraxas let out an animalistic growl, when she neared.
But Hermione wasn't afraid.
"Look at me," she murmured, taking a hold of his shoulder gently but firmly, "I'm here to help, so please don't drive me away…"
There was short paused.
Abraxas must have heard something in her voice, because he suddenly sighed, his broad shoulders slumping in defeat.
"You're are annoying, as much as you are stubborn, aren't you?" The blonde mused out loud, finally allowing Hermione to turn his face towards hers.
She met his molten-silver eyes, and smiled: "Yes, I'm stubborn, but you are too."
"Well, go on, and let your tears heal me." Abraxas said with a snort of derision.
"It's already healing." Hermione remarked, softly brushing her fingers across a patch of skin on his cheek, which had been covered in dragon pox a second ago.
"The Phoenix tears has fast regenerative properties."
With feather-light touches, she rubbed the creamy skin that began to emerge from beneath it, testing the texture; from his high cheekbone, to the skin beneath his eye, to the bridge of his aristocratic nose, and down towards the corners of his wide mouth and then to the cleft of his chin.
A slow, but tentative touch, almost faint.
Nevertheless, unbeknownst to her, Abraxas had stilled when she had started exploring his face.
When she noticed his labored breathing puffing from between his parted lips, Hermione's eyes swiftly went back to him; curious.
The pureblood blonde was giving her a funny look.
"What?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.
Abraxas stared at her, his eyes had turned dark as storm clouds.
"You said your tears can heal me," He began, turning fully to face her.
"Yes," Hermione frowned at him.
"How about your blood, or perhaps your...err..saliva, does it contain healing properties too?" Abraxas inquired, scooting closer.
"I don't know. Why?" came her innocent question.
"Perhaps you can heal me by kissing -"
THUMP! Hermione slammed a pillow into his face, feathers bursting out from it.
Abraxas ended up having feathers stuff into his mouth.
"I think you better brush your teeth first, take a bath, and clean your bloody room before you can come near me, Malfoy!" She burst out, getting to her feet while the blonde pureblood begin to spit out the feathers from his mouth.
Marching towards the door, Hermione quickly added: "No one in their right mind will want to kiss someone who has bad breath!"
Hermione didn't need to glance around to know that Abraxas was blushing.
"And so once I brush my teeth, take a bath, and clean my room, you're going to kiss me?"
She heard him asked from behind her, to which she answered by saying without hesitation.
"Never!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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