Evil game,
A not so perfect love story,
Filled with betrayal, hate, and guilt.
There is triggering content most of it has warning read with caution though .
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Warning this chapter contains Mature content
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"So what's this all about?" Hermione asked as she cut her food. "You need to specify yourself granger." She set her knife and fork down. "You want me to help you-." I cut her off. "Not help, never say the word help." I took a sip of my whiskey. "Right- you want me to-." She paused searching for a word to use "To work with you. That's what you call this work right?" She asked. "Well I get paid." I shrugged.
"From who?" She gave me a confused look. "Myself, I lure them in, kill them, and steal there money." I smiled. She nodded. "So you want me to be a killer?" "No, you have information I need, so there's two ways this arrangement can go. We can A work together and get this done or I can B torture you get the information out of you then take this knife-." I picked up the stake knife "and drive it through your trachea." I pointed the tip of the knife at her throat and she glanced down at it and back up at me.
"I'll take option A." She mumbled. "Great." I placed the knife back down. "So I won't need to kill or fight." She questioned. "Oh no you will, well you'll need to fight you know how to fight right?" I asked. I knew she was smart I knew she knew where the men I'm looking for are but I didn't know if she could fight. "Yes I know how to use my magic-."
"Without your wand." I added. She looked down at her plate "Not exactly." She mumbled. "Jesus Christ." I ran my hand over my head before brushing my hair out of my face. "Alright then you'll have to learn."
"Ok, I mean it can't be that hard."
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"Come on, kill me." I stood across from her. "What no-." She stammered. "Do it granger." I demanded.
She lunged towards me, attempting to punch me. "Wrong move." I wrapped my leg around hers; twisting her leg making her fall to the ground. She groaned laying flat on her back. "You should have grabbed my shoulder and punched me in the stomach not the face it's to easily blocked." I informed her putting my hand out for her to grab. She grabbed it, I twisted it behind her back before slamming her onto the floor.
"No ones ever gonna assist you help, no one will ever be there for you. Never let your guard down." I looked down at her.
"Who hurt you." She mumbled getting up. "No one I'm just smart." I lied.
"Then why are you like this, I'm sure you weren't so cold as a child." She spoke distancing herself from me. "Enough chit chat." I rolled my eyes.
"You know I would normally hate someone like you, but your not so bad Pierce." She smiled. "Stop that." "Stop what?" She asked confused. "The nice complaint thing stop it." I spoke. "God your odd." She breathed heavily before pushing me down to the ground.
