Fic: A Most Mischievous Man
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alisanneTitle: A Most Mischievous Man
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Rabastan Lestrange/Hermione Granger (kinda)
Word Count: 740
Genre: Drama.
Warnings: Highlight for spoilers *Mental illness. *
A/N: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
snapesgirl as part of my 8th LJ-Versary celebration. She requested Rabastan/Hermione, prompt: mischief managed.
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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A Most Mischievous Man
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Rabastan looked up, smiling when he saw who it was who had entered his room. “Hermione, my darling.”
Hermione inclined her head. “Hello, Rabastan. How are you feeling today?”
With a sigh, Rabastan reached for her hand. “I’m not an invalid. I’m fine!” He leered. “And as soon as the Healers release me from bed rest I plan to prove it. Repeatedly.”
Adroitly sidestepping him, Hermione shook her head. “No strenuous activity for you, remember?” she said. “Now, I brought your medicine.”
“What will you do for me if I take it?” Rabastan purred. He smirked. “And a blow job wouldn’t be too strenuous for me.”
Hermione sighed. “That is not happening. And if you take your potion I won’t be forced to shove it down your throat,” she said sweetly. “Is that acceptable?”
Rabastan laughed. “Oh, you’re in a naughty mood today, my girl. When I’m back on my feet you’ll be getting a spanking.” He grinned.
“I see. Well until then, I’m in charge,” Hermione reminded him crisply. “Now, are you taking this or am I employing magic?”
“Fine,” Rabastan huffed. “Give it here. But I’m not kidding about that spanking. You’ve earned one.”
Hermione hummed. “If you say so. In the meantime, would you like a book to read? I picked up several on the way in.”
Rabastan narrowed his eyes. “Are you...humouring me?”
She smiled. “Whatever makes you say that?”
He snarled. “Oh you are so in for it once I get back on my feet--”
“So you keep saying.” Pulling up a chair, Hermione handed him a book. “Try this one. I hear it’s very exciting.”
Rolling his eyes, Rabastan nevertheless accepted the peace offering and was soon engrossed in the tale. Seated in her chair, Hermione pulled out some knitting needles. Every few minutes she would wave her wand, untangling threads.
He read for almost an hour before setting the book aside and gazing at her. “Do you ever wonder what life would have been like if the Dark Lord hadn’t won?” he finally asked.
Hermione looked up, face expressionless. “What makes you ask that?” she said.
Rabastan suppressed a shiver at the look in her eyes. “Just...curious.” Forcing a smile, he continued, “But that’s neither here nor there I suppose. He won and now you are I are together and will be forever.”
Hermione cleared her throat. “Right.” She stood up. “I have to go, but I’ll be back later.”
She was almost at the door when Rabastan snapped, “Hey! Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Slowly, Hermione turned to face him. “What’s that?”
“My kiss.” Rabastan patted the bed. “In fact, why don’t you sit right here so I can do it properly.”
Hermione shook her head. “No strenuous activity, remember?”
“It’ll just be a simple kiss. No mischief, I promise.” Rabastan pouted. “Please?”
She raised an eyebrow. “And I know just how to manage your mischief since I don’t give you the opportunity to engage in any.”
Rabastan licked his lips lasciviously. “Oh, you just wait, my girl. Once I’m on my feet, I’ll get everything that’s owed to me.”
Hermione smiled. “Oh, of that I’m sure,” she said. And, after taking a moment to straighten the large mirror that was on the wall, she left.
Once alone, Rabastan lay back in bed and relaxed, his lips curving upward. Oh yes. We’re going to have fun once I’m back on my feet.
~
Hermione leaned on the door for a long moment as she collected her thoughts.
“He was feisty today,” said Alice, the mediwitch on duty.
Hermione nodded. “Yes. He not usually so...flirty.” She shuddered. “It was rather creepy, truth be told.”
Alice patted Hermione’s arm. “You’re a brave woman, trying to treat him. Especially given his history. What did your diagnostics show today?”
“His readings indicate he’s still delusional.” Hermione sighed. “And he deserved treatment. While he was a Death Eater, he’s not suspected to have committed too many atrocities.” She squared her shoulders. “Although he will stand trial for the ones we can prove.”
“If he ever gets his mind back.”
Hermione glanced into the room through the large, one-way, observation mirror. Rabastan looked as if he was asleep. “He will,” she said, eyes narrowed. “And when he does, the Wizengamot will be waiting.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing: Rabastan Lestrange/Hermione Granger (kinda)
Word Count: 740
Genre: Drama.
Warnings: Highlight for spoilers *Mental illness. *
A/N: Written for
snapesgirl as part of my 8th LJ-Versary celebration. She requested Rabastan/Hermione, prompt: mischief managed. Betas:
sevfan and emynnDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
A Most Mischievous Man
~
Rabastan looked up, smiling when he saw who it was who had entered his room. “Hermione, my darling.”
Hermione inclined her head. “Hello, Rabastan. How are you feeling today?”
With a sigh, Rabastan reached for her hand. “I’m not an invalid. I’m fine!” He leered. “And as soon as the Healers release me from bed rest I plan to prove it. Repeatedly.”
Adroitly sidestepping him, Hermione shook her head. “No strenuous activity for you, remember?” she said. “Now, I brought your medicine.”
“What will you do for me if I take it?” Rabastan purred. He smirked. “And a blow job wouldn’t be too strenuous for me.”
Hermione sighed. “That is not happening. And if you take your potion I won’t be forced to shove it down your throat,” she said sweetly. “Is that acceptable?”
Rabastan laughed. “Oh, you’re in a naughty mood today, my girl. When I’m back on my feet you’ll be getting a spanking.” He grinned.
“I see. Well until then, I’m in charge,” Hermione reminded him crisply. “Now, are you taking this or am I employing magic?”
“Fine,” Rabastan huffed. “Give it here. But I’m not kidding about that spanking. You’ve earned one.”
Hermione hummed. “If you say so. In the meantime, would you like a book to read? I picked up several on the way in.”
Rabastan narrowed his eyes. “Are you...humouring me?”
She smiled. “Whatever makes you say that?”
He snarled. “Oh you are so in for it once I get back on my feet--”
“So you keep saying.” Pulling up a chair, Hermione handed him a book. “Try this one. I hear it’s very exciting.”
Rolling his eyes, Rabastan nevertheless accepted the peace offering and was soon engrossed in the tale. Seated in her chair, Hermione pulled out some knitting needles. Every few minutes she would wave her wand, untangling threads.
He read for almost an hour before setting the book aside and gazing at her. “Do you ever wonder what life would have been like if the Dark Lord hadn’t won?” he finally asked.
Hermione looked up, face expressionless. “What makes you ask that?” she said.
Rabastan suppressed a shiver at the look in her eyes. “Just...curious.” Forcing a smile, he continued, “But that’s neither here nor there I suppose. He won and now you are I are together and will be forever.”
Hermione cleared her throat. “Right.” She stood up. “I have to go, but I’ll be back later.”
She was almost at the door when Rabastan snapped, “Hey! Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Slowly, Hermione turned to face him. “What’s that?”
“My kiss.” Rabastan patted the bed. “In fact, why don’t you sit right here so I can do it properly.”
Hermione shook her head. “No strenuous activity, remember?”
“It’ll just be a simple kiss. No mischief, I promise.” Rabastan pouted. “Please?”
She raised an eyebrow. “And I know just how to manage your mischief since I don’t give you the opportunity to engage in any.”
Rabastan licked his lips lasciviously. “Oh, you just wait, my girl. Once I’m on my feet, I’ll get everything that’s owed to me.”
Hermione smiled. “Oh, of that I’m sure,” she said. And, after taking a moment to straighten the large mirror that was on the wall, she left.
Once alone, Rabastan lay back in bed and relaxed, his lips curving upward. Oh yes. We’re going to have fun once I’m back on my feet.
~
Hermione leaned on the door for a long moment as she collected her thoughts.
“He was feisty today,” said Alice, the mediwitch on duty.
Hermione nodded. “Yes. He not usually so...flirty.” She shuddered. “It was rather creepy, truth be told.”
Alice patted Hermione’s arm. “You’re a brave woman, trying to treat him. Especially given his history. What did your diagnostics show today?”
“His readings indicate he’s still delusional.” Hermione sighed. “And he deserved treatment. While he was a Death Eater, he’s not suspected to have committed too many atrocities.” She squared her shoulders. “Although he will stand trial for the ones we can prove.”
“If he ever gets his mind back.”
Hermione glanced into the room through the large, one-way, observation mirror. Rabastan looked as if he was asleep. “He will,” she said, eyes narrowed. “And when he does, the Wizengamot will be waiting.”
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Date: 2013-10-09 12:51 am (UTC)I love it. Rab's wonderfully lecherous and poor Hermione has her hands full dealing with her patient. *G*
Thank you <3<3<3
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Date: 2013-10-09 02:54 am (UTC)*hugs you*
I'm so glad you enjoyed it, hon! It wasn't quite as romantic as I'd hoped for, but Hermione just wasn't cooperating. Rab, though? He was definitely ready, *g*
And thank you for the sweet rec!
♥
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Date: 2013-10-19 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-19 11:04 pm (UTC)*nods* I can see that... *g*