Thorfinn x Hermione | M | Complete | 7.5k
Thorfinn Rowle finds himself on what is sure to be the most boring assignment of his career as a Death Eater — babysitting the boss's wife. But, he quickly learns that there is more than meets the eye to the Hermione Granger and falls under her spell.
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It was a bit pitiful, but he was almost grateful when he got the text to resume his post as Hermione's guard in the early evening. He opened the door to his bedroom and walked down the hallway to the next door over, stopping to stand in front of her door. He'd barely been there for a minute when the door was opened and a tiny hand was darting out to grab his.
She pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. Thorfinn's eyes made a sweep around the room before coming to settle on her. Hermione was already in her pajamas — satiny shorts and tank top in a blush pink color that clung to her curves so enticingly. He couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at her.
"I should be waiting outside your room," he said, his voice a rumble in his broad chest.
"Tom's out for the evening. He's too busy looking for a fight to take care of me," she answered, pink tongue darting out to wet her lower lip. "Not like you."
"That wasn't what I meant," he answered, though he felt himself stand a bit straighter. "You've already been in danger once today."
Hermione took a step toward him again, until her palms were pressed against his chest. "All the more reason for you to be in here with me," she purred. "I know that I'll be safe if you are around."
"Hermione —" he growled out her name, somewhere in between a warning and a desperate plea for her to stop whatever it was that she was doing, because he didn't think that he had the willpower to not indulge in her.