This choice: The leader was a woman, Saunders a man • Go Back...Chapter #5Into the cage by: theskin   Untangling the two skins from their garments, the two figures soon gained more human shapes.
The leader was a tall, muscular woman with close-cropped black hair. With her tattoos, including the snake & death's head of Voldemort's cronies, she'd probably have scared aunt petunia more than ten full-fledged wizards. If Harry had met her on the streets as a Muggle, he'd have assumed, from the heavy leather black boots and scuffed pants, as well as the tank top, that she was a bassist in a band and that she probably owned Dead Kennedys memorabilia. Instead she was a wizard pureblood supremacist. Funny how these things went.
Her companion, though, looked the part of a death eater. Pale, aristocratic-looking with his long nose, clean-shaven face and wavy hair, looked as if he'd been born to say the words "Superior" with a smug expression on his face. His wrists looked dainty, even deflated, and his nails were manicured. In a wet t-shirt, he'd still probably weigh no more than ten pounds. His tattoo, the same as everyone else's, looked somehow fainter, more distinguished. Yet he was dressed in a ratty shirt and torn corduroy pants.
"An odd couple" Harry was saying, looking over the deflated woman, trying to figure whether he or she was the taller of the two.
"I've seen odder" said Hermione, still entangling the young man from his clothes, which had all sorts of straps and belts "Plus a man and a woman is just what we need, no troublesome gender-switching" she added "You remember Crabbe & Goyle dressing up as second-year girls ? Not for me, no thank you siree, not for ole' Hermi—"
*Clink*
"What's that noise ?" Said Harry
"It's. Ah. Ahem. Well. You'd better see for yourself"
As she said that, she headed, red-faced, to a corner of the room, not looking Harry in the eye. Harry examined the skin and saw that Hermione has been trying to undo the young man's pants, and that beneath them, something was peeking. It looked like some sort of covering ?
"Hermione, what's that?" Asked Harry, dumbfounded
"It's. Well. You know ?"
"I really don't, is that some wizard tool ?"
"Hahahaha. Well. No. I mean in the ninth century it briefly was but. No. It's a personal accessory"
"You mean that bloke has some sort of knob jewelry"
Hermione looked as if she was about to burst into tears, or into mad laughter, and she couldn't really decide which. "It's more of a. A restraint. To stop. I mean you can imagine"
Harry tried to, then once he did, he tried not to linger on it for too long. Something in his loins stirred, but he wasn't sure if it was in revolt or in curiosity. "And people like that ?"
"Well, obviously, he does. It's not like he just fell into it. I'm thinking the big girl over there had something to do with it. That would also explain..." At this, Hermione went back to the deflated suit, and opened the pants up further. Inside, Harry could see a pair of panties in some kind of shiny material, and the hem of some high, silk-white stockings.
"Right, right" Harry said. "But you can probably remove it and I can wear the bloke without... Y'know. Could pop down to Primark and get a pair of normal boxers. You know. Men's"
"Harry, what this death eater is wearing is a Chaste Verge Orchidée Noire Model 78, rose gold plated. This thing has 12 layers of contingencies, resists all magic done with wooden wands, and costs about three months' tuition at Hogwarts. If you-know-who was serious about protecting his horcruxes, he'd have put them in one of those, I mean, the time to even find out the serial numbers to start runebreaking it..."
"Wow, that sounds complex. I suppose you learned about them when you researched Horcruxes ?"
"Yes. Mmmhhmmm. Research. You know me. Always researching. That's my bread and butter. I wake up and I think Hermione you need to research things. That's how it went"
"Right"
"Right"
"Right"
Harry distantly thought that the colour of Hermione's blush was redder than Gryffindor red. Boy, did she ever get worked up about research!
"Anyways" said Hermione, clearing her throat "it's not like we're getting some other death eaters tonight. Unless we're willing to risk doing something incredibly stupid like saying you-know-who's name, or blowing up their headquarters. I know this isn't ideal but you go to war with the army you have, not the one you want" She paused.
"If you want, Harry, you can take the girl and I can be him. I mean she looks pretty manly already. That way it won't be too" Now she blushed the way only the son of a carrot and a tomato would blush "too uncomfortable. For you"
Quietly, perhaps to herself, she added "I can take it"
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