Second Chances

“Close your eyes,” Barty whispered in her ear, covering them with his hands just to be sure. “Take about three steps forwards.”

She did as she was told, giggling, “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” He said stopping her gently, “Okay, keep them closed for a second longer.”

“What’s the big surprise?” She asked.

“You’ll see.” He insisted, his voice was a little further from her. “You can open your eyes now.”

She did, realising she wasn’t at home but stood in an expansive room, filled with softly glowing candles. It was a luxurious bedroom, with silk and velvet everywhere. “I thought we were going home?”

“Never said whose home. You’re standing in my bedroom or rather our bedroom.” Barty said, stepping towards her and taking her hand. “What do you think?”

“I think wow, this may well be bigger then the square footage of my downstairs.” She said, looking around again.

He chuckled and fished in his pocket, “Glad you like it.”

Slowly he moved down onto one knee, still holding her hand in his. Hermione realised what he was doing and her other hand flew to her mouth, covering the rather unattractive fish expression she now had plastered there.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, opening the small box, which contained a ring with three small diamonds set on a silver band.

“Yes,” Hermione said, falling to her knees with him and throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him hard.

She began to pull at his shirt, needing to feel him against her, proof that he was still here and this wasn’t a dream. “What about the ring?” He asked, breathless from their kisses.

“Later,” she said, tugging the now undone shirt from where it was tucked into his pants and pushing it off his shoulders. He moved, putting an arm around her and pulling her up with him before he put an arm under her knees and lifted her into his arms.

He carried her to the bed, placing her down gently and joining her there, he pulled the dressing gown she was wearing open to find she was wearing a chemise underneath, he laughed, “You had a chat with the Minister for magic wearing this?”

“I didn’t exactly know he was going to drop in did I?” She said, pulling him over her and claiming his mouth. One arm supported his weight as the other slide down her body to her thigh and pushed the material of her chemise up. As he hand moved over her hip he froze, “And without underwear on?”

“Are we really discussing my wardrobe?” She asked, arching her hips against a hardening part of his anatomy.

“Shutting up now,” He groaned, resuming their kiss with more urgency.

Sitting back on his knees her pushed her dressing gown down her arms and she sat up with him, shrugging it off. She raised her arms and he slowly lifted the chemise off her, his eyes devouring every inch of skin the movement revealed to him. He tossed it away, slowly pressing her back against the bed and kissing her neck. The feel her flesh against his tongue is something he feared he would never experience again.

Slowly he kissed his way down her body, re-memorising everything about her. Enhancing the images that had kept him going in the time since they were last together. Moving to her stomach he kissed a circle around her navel. “It’s hard to imagine,” He mumbled against the flesh.

“What is?” She asked, her voice breathless.

“That one day there’ll be baby growing inside here.” He replied, running a hand over her flesh, “The next in the Crouch family,” His face grew darker, “Hopefully someone who can pull the name from the gutter.”

“Hey,” Hermione said, cupping his cheek with her hand, “We’ll do that. Our children will come into the world knowing they’re part of a great bloodline, a noble bloodline.”

She pulled him up with her hands until he lay half over her before she pressed him onto his back, laying herself down on his chest she kissed him again. She moved her hand down, undoing the button of his pants and shifting them down before she climbed to the side and pulled them off entirely.

She straddled his hips once more and looked down at him, “I love you.” She whispered, sliding down a little further until she felt his length pressed against her sex.

“I love you too,” He whispered, groaning as she positioned him at her entrance and slid down slowly, taking him in inch by inch.

Their hands clasped as Hermione began to rock, her head falling back at the sensation of him inside her again. She rotated her hips as she rocked, moaning out loud at the feeling that created. He gasped below her, pulling her down to kiss him, running his hands over her back and sides, caressing every part of her he could touch.

Finally they needed more, they needed it to be harder and faster. He rolled them, staying inside her as he took control. She felt his dominance as he raised himself up on his hands and began to thrust into her harder.

“Look at me,” he whispered, making her open her eyes.

They locked eyes as he began to move harder and deeper inside her. She fought with the pleasure refusing to close her eyes against the gift he was giving her. He was showing her everything once more and she wanted to reciprocate. Before long their cries and moans reached a pitch and they fell over the edge together, their arms locked around each other and their breath mingling in the air.

Slowly Barty rolled to the side pulling Hermione with him, she lay atop him while he was still buried inside her. She felt the comforter moving up the bed on its own to cover them. “Is everything in your home enchanted?”

“No,” he said laughing, “Just didn’t want to move.”

“How big is your house?” She asked, her forehead resting in his neck.

“Quite big, never really seen every room myself.” His hands moved over the bare flesh of her back, tracing circles and patterns. “I was hoping you could think of this as our house?”

“Give me time,” She giggled against his throat as she pressed her lips against it, “I’ll be re-decorating and cleaning soon enough.”

“If that’s what you want you can clean and paint to your hearts content,” Slowly he rolled to the side and laid her next to him, her head on the pillow next to his, “But don’t think for a second I’ll turn you into the little lady, you do what you want to do. Keep that shop, run for Minister for Magic, stay at home and have loads of babies, mine that is. Whatever you want to do, I’m happy as long as you’re mine.”

“I am yours,” she said, brushing her nose against his. “Until the end of days.”

He sighed pulling her even closer to her, their legs entwining and his arms wrapping more firmly around her back. He felt her relax into him as her breathing evened out and he closed his eyes. Slowly he drifted off too with a feeling that nightmares weren’t going be a problem.