An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love

An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love


While Tonks and Ron continued to play chess, Hermione, Ginny, Sara-Jane and Blaise were sitting near the fire place, talking about the up and coming school year.

Sirius spoke up “I’m bored. There must be something we can do for entrainment.” Remus commenting amusedly “Well, Molly, she did say you were to resist the temptation to do something underhanded.”

Barty snorted “Well, that doesn’t leave you with much then, does it, Padfoot?” Sirius glared at his smirking friends and godson. Harry laughed and commented “In order for Sirius to not be doing anything underhanded, he’d need to be a sleep. Even then in his dreams he is getting into everything that is underhanded. So really, it’s a no win situation.”

Sirius shot his godson a mock pained and betrayed expression. Harry merely rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I have no intentions what so ever of falling for that wounded and betrayed puppy dog look, thank you very much.”

Barty laughed “Yeah, your dad and mum were wise to it as well. It would work on all the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls, that were apart of his fan club. But he could never fool Lily, Stephanie and McGonagall.”

Sara-Jane looked up at the sound of her mum’s name. She asked suddenly looking very ill, as she turned to look at her fiancée. “Please tell me you never went with my mum when you were at Hogwarts together? I don’t think I could stand it if you had.”

She shuddered in disgust “The mere thought that I might be marrying a man who first sampled my mum as a teenager, it makes my skin crawl and my stomach churn. I never imagined taking on my mother sloppy teenage seconds, and I sure as hell don’t intend to start now either.”

Sirius shook his head and said “Nah, I never got with your mother. Not from a lack of trying on my part mind you. She was just far too wise to my messed up teenage hormonal shit.”

Sara-Jane sighed in relief and relaxed. She then turned back to face Hermione, Ginny and Blaise. And the four girls continued on with their gossiping.

Sirius sighed “I could always suggest we transform and go on an adventure. But there are two problems with that idea.” He added “One Remus has not cracked his transformation yet, and even before he tries he’ll need a potion before he does, and said potion takes six weeks to brew.”

He finished “And two, with the war going on, and death eaters on the loose all over the place, it wouldn’t be safe for the others, Harry especially.”

Harry grumbled “I can take care of myself thank you very much. And besides Voldemort and the shit eaters don’t even know I’m an animagus, or even what I change into.”

Remus raised an eye brow and asked far too politely, especially considering what he had just said. “Shit eaters?” this caused Sirius, Barty, and the others to snort.

Harry replied “Yes, shit eaters. They call themselves death eaters. I see them as murdering pieces of shit. Shit is dead, hence the term shit eaters.” Everyone, including Remus, roared with laughter.

Once everyone had calmed down, Barty commented “I’ve got a potion phial at home already sealed. I made it last year. And this potion in particular last two years before it is not digestible.”

Barty stood and said “I’ll just floo to my place and grab the phial for Moony, that’s if you want to give it a go.” Remus nodded in acceptance.

Hermione spoke up, as he walked over to the fire place and lit the fire with his wand, before picking up some floo powder off of the mantle. “Do you have your own potions lab?”

Barty nodded and replied “Of course I do, I am a potions master after all. Hey why don’t you come with me and get a feel for your soon to be new home?”

Hermione beamed “Really, can I?” Barty nodded and said “Of course, I would have never asked otherwise. Come along then, and just call out Crouch’s corner.”

Barty stepped into the fire, and threw the floo powder onto the flames, calling out “Crouch’s corner” and with that he was gone in a burst of bright green flames.

Hermione sighed and grabbed some of the powder off of the mantle, before she stepped into the flames. She then threw down the powder and called out “Crouch’s corner” and promptly disappeared within the green flames.

She gracefully stepped out of the flames on the other side. She grumbled as she dusted herself off. That was the problem with flooing; you always managed to get covered in soot. She hated it.

Hermione sighed and began to look around. The floor was made of polished oak wood that had been varnished. On said floor was large beige rug that had white and golden swirling patterns on its surface, with golden tassels on the end.

The furniture consisted of a large soft black leather couch on each side of the room. Under the window at the far end of the room was a matching chaise.

Then close to the fire place was two high back chairs made of the same material. Said large fire place was made of black and white marble with hints of gold and silver swirls.

In the centre of the room was a glass table, its top was engraved with golden patterns. And placed between the two high back chairs near the fire was a medium sized square table made of black cherry wood.

On said table was a beautiful and expensive looking wizard’s chess board. It had black and white chess pieces, pure black raven on one side with pure white on the opposite side.

The walls were a light creamy ginger colour. The long floor length curtains on the large and tall window, where the black chaise rested, were a deep scarlet with golden tassels, made of velvet.

Hermione thought he had excellent taste, it was not feminine in the least, but she still approved. She knew this was one room she would be insisting remained the same.

She heard him entering the room, and grinned as an idea suddenly struck her. He knew she was an animagus, he just did not know what she changed into.

She grinned deviously; she was going to have some fun with this. She waited until he was about to enter the room before transforming. When she heard his foot steps just outside the living room door, she transformed. She then waited. She did not have long to wait.

When Barty entered, he immediately stopped short. For there standing near the fire place was a beautiful fox. He wondered how a fox had got into his home.

He slowly walked towards said fox, and said fox slowly walked up towards him. And before he knew was happening said fox in question was brushing up against his legs and ankles, very much like a cat.

He bent down slowly, and rubbed his hand gently over its fur. He marvelled at how soft glossy and vibrant the dark golden brown fur was. It found it rather strange, considering foxes usually were more of an orange-red colour.

It let out a content whining noise in the back of its throat, as Barty rubbed behind its ears. Barty chuckled when the fox lifted a charcoal coloured paw. He gently took the paw and mock shook it.

Barty said “Aren’t you beautiful? I wonder how you got in here.” his Scottish accent seemed to make the fox shiver. Barty gave one last scratch to the fox’s ears before standing.

He laughed when the fox jumped up, placing its front paws on his chest, before reaching up and licking his nose. Barty carefully lifted the fox and marvelled “Aren’t you particularly loveable. Rather strange actually, seeing as the rest of your kind tend to be less friendly, and more likely to tear off my hand.”

Just as he finished his sentence, the fox’s body began to shift. Moments later Barty was startled, and had to grab hold of his fiancée’s thighs, as she wrapped her legs around his waist for balance.

Barty stared at Hermione wide eyed, before he grinned and chuckled knowingly. He laughed in delight and rubbed his nose against hers and commented. “You’re a fox, and a beautiful one at that. So a fox is what you change into. And has said fox got a name?”

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, as she replied with a small smile “Vulpecula. My Marauders nickname is Vulpecula.” Barty nodded, finding the name very fitting for her animagus form.

Barty sighed as his attempt to resist the urge to suckle on her full bottom lip, and failed. He leaned forwards and suckled her bottom lip in his mouth. Hermione moaned as he suckled gently, before he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and nipped, then gently licked where he had nipped her, soothing the slight sting.

Soon his tongue had entered her mouth and entwined with her own, as he kissed her hungrily and passionately. Hermione returned the kiss just as hard.

They pulled away panting. He suckled on her jaw line, and kissed his way up to her ear, and took said ear into his mouth and suckled, before swirling his tongue around the edge of her ear.

Hermione moaned before she suckled down hard on his throat, making it his turn to moan. She had marked him, unconsciously intending to claim him has her own. She whimpered as he pulled away.

He rested his forehead against hers and told her in a husky voice. “We need to stop, before I’m not able to, as now is not the time, nor is it the place for this. I’d rather are first time was not a quick shag up against a wall.”

He finished as he placed her on her feet. “We’ll wait, and when you are my wife, nothing will be able to hold me back. I won’t go any further beyond kissing, until then, and not before.”

Hermione smiled gratefully up at him. And marvelled at how gentlemanly he was being. She knew she had chosen the right wizard to be her husband. He clearly respected her and the delighted Hermione immensely.

She leaned up and gave him a gentle and sweet kiss. He returned it briefly, before saying “Alright, let’s get back. Remus will be waiting for his potion.” Hermione nodded in silent agreement.