An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love

An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love


It was the night before the wedding. Hermione and all the girls were staying at Potter manor, courtesy of Harry, whilst Barty and Sirius were staying with the others guys at Black manor.

Everything had been arranged and was ready for tomorrow’s ceremony. Barty and Sirius had gone and collected everyone’s suit, with help from Harry, Ron, and Remus.

Hermione and Sara-Jane had gone with Ginny, her mother and Sara-Jane’s mother, along with Mrs. Weasley, to collect everyone’s gowns. Or in Mrs. Weasley’s, Stephanie’s and Gwendolyn’s cases, two piece suits.

The great hall had been decorated and was waiting for the arrival of the brides and grooms along with the guests, for the up and coming ceremony the following afternoon.

Currently Hermione and Sara-Jane were getting drunk, along with Ginny, who turned seventeen only three days previously, and was of legal age of consent to use magic out side of Hogwarts, and could also drink alcohol.

They were drinking muggle alcohol. Hermione, Ginny and Tonks were drinking rum with coca cola. Sara-Jane and Blaise and Stephanie were drinking vodka with blue berry juice, while Mrs. Weasley and Gwendolyn, along with Fleur were drinking sparkling white wine.

Gabriella of course being under age, she naturally was made to drink Butter beer, much to her dismay. She had really wanted to taste muggle alcohol, but of course her older sister insisted she was too young, and that she would be ill if she drank.

Muggle alcohol was more potent then wizarding alcohol, as Fleur was starting to realise from just drinking wine. She did not want her sister getting sick, and having a hangover the next day. And of course ultimately leading to her getting into trouble with their parent’s for letting her younger underage sister drink alcohol.

Fleur decided she could do without the extra added pain tacked onto the headache, which she was certain she was going to be nursing the next morning. She was already starting to feel a slight buzz.

Gabrielle had bristled, but eventually let it go, after Fleur had said that she wasn’t old enough or had yet grown a tolerance for any alcohol beverages.

Unknown to either Hermione or Sara-Jane, that Tonks and Stephanie had gone and hired two male strippers, much to Mrs. Weasley’s horror, and Gwendolyn’s amusement.

Meanwhile at Black manor, glass after glass full of fire whiskey was consumed. Two female strippers were currently dancing, or more like giving Barty and Sirius their very own lap dances, as the muggle song called “Lap dance” by Nerd, played full blast in the back ground.

Sirius was clearly amused, as the large breasted blond witch grinded topless against him wantonly, and pouted and was dressed like a school girl, hopping to get a better reaction out of them man, whose lap she was currently occupying.

Barty smirked at a brunet witch, as she rubbed her large bare breasts against his shirt covered chest, and gave him a saucy wink. She was also dressed in sexy version of the Gryffindor Hogwarts school uniform.

The others were cheering them on, while Remus looked flushed, and stared at the dancing witches, as he mentally speculated over whether either witches breasts were natural or magically enhanced.
After a brief time, he was silently inclined to believe them to be very much magically altered. As for one thing, each woman’s body was not properly proportioned with the size of her chest.

He shook his head, never quite understanding or approving of a witch wanting to enhance her breast, enhance them to such ridiculous and unnatural proportions.

Tonks could change the size of her chest, but at least she would always reverse the process. And only did it in the privacy of their bedroom in either one of their rooms at number twelve Grimmauld Place, and only as a joke. And of course never went out in public like that.

And naturally she never went as far as the witches currently trying to sex up the only other two remaining and genuine Marauders. Who he could tell was only barely interested.

He knew Hermione and Sara-Jane had obviously had positive influence on them. Sara-Jane on Sirius in particular, considering Barty had always been a lot like Remus, which was why they had been best friends, like James and Sirius had been.

On the other hand, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Granger flushed brightly in embarrassment at the sight of the semi clad witches. They had not seen another woman naked in such a fashion since their own bachelor parties all those years ago, before they married either Molly or Gwendolyn.

Mean while back at Potter manor all the women, apart from Mrs. Weasley and Gwendolyn, were wolf whistling, as two strippers danced seductively, as they removed item after item of their sexy professor costumes.

A brown haired, brown eyed man, danced in front of Hermione, while a raven haired, blue eyed man, danced in front of Sara-Jane. The muggle song, “Sex is not the enemy” by Garbage, blared in the back ground.

Soon the strippers were down to matching black leather thongs. Hermione and Sara-Jane were going all different shades of red, scarlet, puce and maroon, as the strippers swayed seductively with an effortless grace.

Blaise and Tonks licked their lips at the sight of all that hard and firm muscle, those six packs and gorgeous abs. Ginny was happily imaging it was Harry, instead of the brown or black haired, brown or blue eyed, muscular wizards in front of her.

Blaise thought Ron would look yummy dressed in just a leather thong. Hermione could not help but flush brightly, when she thought of what Barty would look like butt ass naked.

Sara-Jane had the same problem, except she was imagining Sirius. All that long raven hair. She could imagine what it would feel like to run her fingers through said hair.

Mrs. Weasley blushed brightly and gulped her wine. She was unaccustomed to seeing wizards old enough to be one of her sons, swaying in a mere piece of black leather covering his privates, and a leather cord lodged in between the cheeks of their backsides.

Gwendolyn was not used to seeing other men besides her husband less then dressed, never mind wearing a scrap of leather to cover private parts. Hell, she wasn’t even used to being around mainly men, seeing as she and Jack only had Hermione, and never had a son.