An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love

An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love


Unknown to either couple, that Tonks, Ginny and Blaise had left the reception briefly after Sirius and Sara-Jane had shared their first dance as husband and wife. All three witches had set up the head girl and boy’s rooms ready for the two newly wed couples.

When Barty and Hermione entered the room, they were stunned at the sight that met them. Barty just managed to lower Hermione onto her feet, before he ended up dropping her in shock. The room looked vastly different to what it had early on that evening before the reception.

They had no idea that Sirius and Sara-Jane would currently be encountering the exact same scene in the head boy’s rooms next door. And that they were being met with the same stunning romantic sight and smell.

The room smelt of roses, due to the fact red, white, pink, and yellow rose petals that had been scattered around the room, and on top of the large scarlet and golden silk cover on the large four poster bed.

It also smelt of musk, vanilla, almond, and a scent resembling caramel, almost. These scents came from the four different candles that had been placed under a charm to prevent them from melting, until the charm was removed. They gave a beautiful and healthy and romantic glow all around the room, on every service that wasn't liable to start a fire.

The crème coloured candles were what was giving off the musk scent, while the white candles were responsible for the vanilla, the black candle was the almond, and finally the golden candles were caramel scented.

Hermione looked around the room in awe, it was beautiful. It was the prefect setting she had always imagined for her wedding night when she hadn’t been blushing over what took place during ones wedding night.

Barty took note of the large silver tray on the dressing table across the room. It was filled with different kinds of chocolates from Honeydukes. As well as a bowl full of strawberries and another smaller bowl full of double fluffy whipped cream.

And in a silver bucket full of ice, with a cooling charm to prevent ice from melting, was an extra large bottle of wizarding Britain’s finest champagne. And standing tall by the bucket, were two beautiful crystal champagne flutes.

Hermione walked over to the nearby chair, and sat down in order to slip out off her shoes, her feet were absolutely throbbing. She let out a great and loud sight of relief as soon as her feet were free of the satin heeled shoes. She had to resist the urge to not whimper out loud, as she rubbed her feet.

Barty smirked, and said “Go right a head, whimper all you like, I know your dying to. I can sense , sense exactly how sore the soles of your feet are right now.” Hermione sighed, but didn’t bother giving into the overwhelming urge to do as he suggested.

Hermione then reached up to carefully remove her tiara and placed it carefully down upon the dressing table in front of her. she then reached behind her head to slowly unpin her veil. Once she had done that, she draped it over the mirror.

She then proceeded to remove all of her jewellery, before standing and turning her back to Barty, and asking him “Could you please unbutton the back of my dress, as I’m obviously not flexible enough to the point I can reached behind me?”

Barty nodded and walked over to stand behind her. He then proceeded to unbutton all of the buttons one by one on the lower half of the bodice. He felt his breath quicken with each button he opened, to reveal inch after beautiful unblemished inch of pale skin.

Once her lower back was completely bared to him, he could not help but smooth his hands gently across the exposed skin, before slowly leaning forwards to brush his lips feather lightly against the left hand side of her neck.

Hermione leaned into him, breathing out a breathy sigh, at the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over her neck and jaw line. She shivered, as he whispered lowly in a warm and husky tone in her ear. “Go and get changed, and remove all of your makeup and hairpins, while I pour us some champagne.”

Hermione nodded, before slowly pulling away from him. She walked into the bathroom, and instantly saw the white box resting innocently upon the counter nearby to the sink. She frowned, wondering what could possibly be inside of the box. It looked like one of those boxes a dress or other such accessories were placed in. She noticed the fancy and elaborate logo on the lid of the box was the same place her gown had come from.

Hermione took note of the lilac coloured envelope resting on top of the lid. She picked it up, and read it contents, flushing in horror as she came to realise what was most likely inside of the box, and who was responsible for her embarrassment surely yet to come.

Hermione

Inside this box is a little something I picked up for you. And before you starting sweating and muttering all kinds of murderous things about me under your breath, know this, Sara-Jane has been honoured with the exact same gift, in the same colour. This is more for a certain Mr. Bariums Crouch Jr, then for you. You’ll know exactly what I mean just as soon as you see the box’s contents. I believe he deserves to see you looking your best and most luxurious. This fabulously ravishing combo is gonna give him sweet, sweet dreams for a very long time to come. Slip into this, and go out their and have a ball, and knock that extremely sexy Scotsman dead.

With much love, the future Mrs. Remus John Lupin (Squeals in impossible delight)

Hermione moaned lowly. She then reluctantly set the letter and envelope to one side on the sink countertop. Then turned her gaze back to the box, and reached and removed the lid with trembling hands. She slowly and cautiously moved the pure white tissue paper aside.

She promptly dropped the lid at her feet, due to unfeeling fingers, as unimaginable shades of red, scarlet, maroon, and puce rushed to her face. She moaned pitifully, and covered her face with both hands, at the sight of the box’s contents.

For their surrounded in white tissue paper in all of their embarrassing glory, was a sheer pure white net babydoll with a delicate floral pattern on the shockingly see through material. It had adjustable straps, and a matching g-string. And resting beside them was a pair of pure white Wedding Bells Lace Top Stockings.

Hermione reluctantly removed her wedding gown, draping it over the bathtub. She then stood in her a pair of white lace short shorts, with white thigh high stockings, with white lace around the tops of her thighs. She was not wearing a bra, as the dress was padded and designed that she didn’t need one.

She then turned and placed the plug in the sink, before turning on the hot and cold taps. She filled the sink half way with warm water. She then found the soap Ginny had left for her to remove her makeup.

Once her face was clear of all makeup, she then dried off her face and hands, before removing her shorts and stockings. She then reached into the box, very, very reluctantly. She sighed, cringing, as she picked up the lace g-string.

She stepped into it, and pulled it up. And gasped as she looked into the mirror, as the front of the g-string was practically see through. She liked to wear short shorts. She sighed, as she picked up the babydoll. She frowned, as she felt the material, it felt so delicate and flimsy in her grasp.

She slipped it on over her head. She then reached for her stockings, not daring to look into the mirror until she put them on. She knew they would never leave the box, and she would not leave the bathroom if she did.

Once she had slipped them on, she carefully smoothed her hand down the pretty and delicate pattern on the left stocking. She smiled slightly, she loved the stockings they were gorgeous.

She then reached up to remove the pins from her hair, deliberately turning her back on the mirror. Once all of the pins had been removed, she allowed her hair to fall down and flow in soft beautiful golden brown waves just below her shoulders.

Then finally the moment of truth had arrived, she turned knowing she could not put it off any longer. She instantly wished she hadn’t as soon as she caught the first glimpse of herself in the mirror.

She moaned in horror, not realising how loud that moan had been. She covered her breasts with her hands, as she heard Barty knock on the door, asking her if she was alright.

Hermione all but shirked “I’m gonna kill her, absolutely murder her. I cannot believe she bought me this, honestly expecting me to come out of the bathroom dressed in this, and be able to look you in the eye without wanting the floor to swallow me up whole.”

Barty asked why, and what was the matter. Hermione yowled “It’s see through, literately sheer. You can see my nipples, my nipples for Merlin sake. I am not coming out dressed like this.”

She could sense Barty’s amusement as well as his puzzlement through their link. She all but barked “It’s not funny; I look like one of those female hustlers. This is not bridal underwear; this is something to be worn by a stripper.”

Barty said consolingly “Just come out, and if I can’t look you in the eye, and you still feel uncomfortable, then you can go back inside of the bathroom. But honestly, Hermione, I don’t know why your so bothered, as I’m gonna end up seeing you in your birthday suit if I get my way. Just you think about that.”

There was a lingering silence. Before the sheepish reply came “Well, when you put it like that, I guess it is rather ridiculous of me to not want to come out, if your going to see my in even less then what I’m currently wearing. And trust me, the only way I could be wearing less is if I were currently in my birthday suit.”

Barty replied “Exactly. Now get out here. Because as I told you before, I would wait until we were married, and that nothing short of your telling me no would stop me from making you mine in everyway possible.”

He heard Hermione sigh down their link, before she said out aloud “Alright, I’m coming out, but please don’t laugh, or think me to be a common slut. This is truly Tonks’s fault. And she’s done this to Sara-Jane as well. I really do pity Remus, for even considering marrying her, she is simply shameless.”

She then walked towards the door, and opened it.

AN: OK, read chapter twenty eight to read Barty’s pov. And you’ll find out exactly what his reaction to Hermione will be.