An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love

An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love


They apparated into an ally way, then walked on a head and continued on for ten minutes, before they stopped outside the restaurant. They walked inside, and were met by a middle aged woman. She was dressed in a waitress’s uniform, which consisted of a black skirt, a white lace apron, and a white blouse and black shoes.

She asked “Do you have reservations?” Barty nodded “Yes, a table for two, for Crouch please.” The woman nodded, and looked over the booking list, before nodding once more. She said “Ah, yes here you are. You have booked sir, for a private area on the balcony. Right this way please.”

Hermione and Barty followed her. Hermione asked “We are eating on a balcony?” Barty grinned and replied “Just you wait, you’ll see.” Hermione eyed him in part amusement and part exasperation. He was clearly enjoying making her wait to see where they were heading for.

The waitress showed them to a table in the far corner of the balcony, which required to be reserved a few days in advance. She then took their coats, telling them another waitress would be along soon with a menu, and to take their drinks order.”

Hermione looked around. The place was obviously expensive and elegant. It looked like one of those places important pureblood witches and wizards, who had more then a fare sized fortune would dine.

The lighting consisted of soft candle light. The air smelt of roses and lavender. Hermione thought it was wonderful, it looked so romantic. She was delighted to discover Barty apparently had a romantic streak in him, if he could bring her to a place like this.

When the waitress had taken Hermione’s coat, and Hermione had turned her back to him, Barty had swallowed hard, as the bare creamy unblemished skin of her back was reveal to him. He felt his mouth go suddenly dry at the beautiful sight.

Oh, how he could barely wait to make her his wife, and have the right to explore that stunning body of hers. He would not do so, not until she was officially made Mrs. Crouch, and not before.

A few moments later another waitress handed them a menu each, and took their drinks order. Ten minutes later she returned with a bottle of expensive sparkling white wine, and two large tall wine glasses.

Both Barty and Hermione gave their food order to the waitress, before she left to give their order to one of the many chefs and cooks in the kitchen.

Barty picked up both glasses. He then filled one of the glasses half way, and then handed it to Hermione. He then filled one for himself. They held up their glasses and made a toast. “To us” they had said.

Twenty minutes later the food arrived. That was one of the perks of using magic; it took less time to prepare. But in fact both Barty and Hermione preferred their food cooked the muggle way, both thought it tasted better then when prepared with the aid of magic.

Half an hour later all the food had been eaten. Hermione was on her third glass of wine, as was Barty. Hermione commented “This is my last. I’m not used to drinking alcohol, especially not of this expensive brand.”

Barty grinned behind his glass, and sipped his wine. He commented “Get used to it. I come here a lot, and I like it here, it’s peaceful. And because I know the wizard and witch who own this place, I can reserve this table with only three days notice before hand, whereas anyone else would have to give at least a weeks notice before hand.”

Barty sighed and took a deep breath before standing, and then reaching into his trouser pocket. He revealed a small black velvet box. He smiled gently when he noticed Hermione’s eyes widen slightly. He slowly got down on one knee in front of her, and opened the box.

He said “I figured I might as well make it official. So Hermione Jane Granger, will you do me the honour by consenting to be my wife, will you marry me?”

Hermione smiled slightly, as she eyed the ring resting on the palm of his left hand in the little black box. She nodded “Yes, I will marry you. I couldn’t think anyone I’d rather willingly marry, and give myself to.”

Barty returned her smile, and pulled the ring out of the box. He then gently took her left hand, and gently slipped the ring over and down onto her ring finger. It was a perfect fit.

Hermione took in its beauty, she loved it. It was a classic 18k white gold trellis setting, featuring a vibrant pink sapphire, perfectly accented by a pair of brilliant princess-cut diamonds. The total diamond weight was 1/4 carat.

Hermione smile widened, as she commented “I have got to do this. I’ve been wondering ever since you first smiled what your lips would feel like. So excuse me while I find out.”

Barty chuckled, before it was muffled by Hermione’s lips covering his own. His muffled Chuckle soon turned into a moan, which soon turned into a content sigh.

He tilled his head slightly and deepened the kiss, as he brought both of his hands up to frame her face, whilst she brought her hands up and laced them through his messy locks.

His hair felt just as soft and wonderful as she had imagined, if not more so. She whimpered quietly when he licked the seam of her mouth, silently asking for permission to enter and explore more thoroughly.

She opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to gently slip passed her parted lips, it entwined with hers. Hermione was shyer about it, which led to him discovering it was her first real kiss.

He gently caressed her mouth with his own, before hungrily slanting his mouth over hers. They both moaned quietly, as they stood without breaking the kiss. They stood with their arms wrapped around each other. His were around her back, while hers were around his neck, as they kissed hungrily and passionately.

After a moment they pulled back, breathing heavily, as they rested their foreheads against each others. They remained standing closely pressed again each other, and their eyes closed.