An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love

An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love


Barty let out a deep weary sigh as Hermione closed the bathroom door behind her. All of that unblemished skin he had just revealed when he had unfastened her wedding gown had him wanting to take her there and then. But it was her first time, and he was determined to make it good for her.

He walked over to the dressing table, removing his long coat as he went along. He toed off his shoes when he reached the dressing table, and kicked them to one side out of the way, as he draped his coat over the nearby chair.

He then removed the cuff-links from the cuffs of his shirt, and once they had been placed down on the dressing table, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. Then removed his tie followed by his waist coat, which he draped over the chair to join to his coat.

Once that was done, he lastly unfastened the first four buttons on his shirt, so the top half of his chest was revealed. You could just about see a very light layer of hair on his chest.

He decided to leave everything else on, not wanting to be starkers when she entered the room. He did not wish to alarm her, not knowing whether she had ever seen a naked man before, or if he was to also to be the first in that sense as well.

He reached out for the champagne in the bucket of ice. He read the label on the bottle, and nodded his head in approval at the brand, before popping the cork. He then poured some of the champagne into the flutes, until the sparkling liquid reached half way.

He placed her glass to one side, before sitting in the chair, and leaning back. He relaxed, toeing off his socks as he waited for her to be finished in the bathroom and come out and join him.

He took a few sips of champagne, before he was startled at the sound of a loud and truly pained moan from the other side of the bathroom door. He carefully set his flute down upon the dressing table and walked over to the bathroom door.

He knocked on the door and asked worriedly “Are you alright in there, what happened?” He raised an eye brow and smirked, as his wife all but shirked in reply “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.”

“Why, and what’s the matter with what’s been bought for you?” Barty asked in reply, clearly wondering what had given his wife’s feathers more then a slight ruffling.

Hermione yowled in reply “It’s see through, literately sheer. You can see my nipples, my nipples for Merlin sake. I am not coming out dressed like this.”

Barty’s eyes widened slightly at this, before he was overcome with amusement as well as puzzlement. He now understood someone had given her an outfit, which had been made of sheer material and very revealing.

He had to stifled a chuckle, as he realised she had obviously caught onto his emotions via their link, when 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.”

Now Barty would be a liar if he was to say he was not extremely intrigued right now. He had come to understand, that someone, most likely one of the girls had provided her with some very racy and revealing unmentionables. Most likely very, very racy and revealing if his wife had seen fit to deem her current attire, and compare it to that being worn by a female hustler, or stripper.

He decided to talk to his wife, and make her see sense. Sense in the fact, that no matter how revealing said unmentionables were, he was eventually going to see a sight more then what was currently being concealed, namely her birthday suit.

He spoke in a soothing voice “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 you’re 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 smirked, and was now definitely interested, and his imagination now having truly been peaked. He 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.”

And it wouldn’t. He had been given brief glimpses and the occasional grope, for example, when he was removing her garter, and now knew exactly how soft her inner thighs were. Or better yet, her back, and her jaw line, which he had kissed and nuzzled only minutes before.

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.”

Barty couldn’t help but think ‘Ah, good ole Tonks’ and made a note to thank her when he saw her next. He then looked up as he heard the bathroom door opening.

He watched as she walked out of the bathroom, and his breath caught in his throat. He felt his cheeks burning, and had to reach up with his left hand, in order to pull at the collar of his shirt. The temperature in the room had suddenly and most assuredly just skyrocketed.

In short his wife was wearing a mere scrap of sheer see though net like material. It was a babydoll night gown that he was very much aware of. He could also see the matching g-string that accompanied the extremely racy garment.

The only way his wife could have been wearing anything more scandalous, was if she was to where PVC crotch-less panties and a bra with peak-hole features on it.

He couldn’t help but eye his wife from head to toe. Sweet Merlin she was gorgeous. Sexy did not even cover what she currently looked like. His need to shag her blind had just shot off the scale and though the roof. He was the barest inch away from snapping and ravishing her stunning body.

He took note of her beautiful and flattering curves in all of the right places; she had a fabulous hourglass figure. She had a small waist, with a deliciously rounded and shapely backside. Her breasts were the perfect size, and perfectly rounded and proportioned. He eyed her long shapely and slender legs.

Merlin, he felt himself becoming rapidly and painfully hard at the sight of her. He felt his breathing pattern start to deepen, starting to become faster. He was almost panting at the sight of her.

He took note of how the candle light looked stunning reflecting against her, and she seemed to glow. He also took note of how the candlelight reflected off her wedding ring, and made the white diamonds and pink sapphire on her engagement ring shimmer brightly.

Hermione stood watching her husband, as he gazed at her. She felt herself flush, but it was no longer out of embarrassment. No, it was most definitely out of arousal. The way his eyes had darkened and glazed over, that they were boarding on black. And the way he had started to pant, and nibble enticingly on his much fuller lower lip.

She felt a hot tingling shoot between her legs at the open and undisguised lust and hunger in his gaze. He looked positively predatory, like he wanted to and was on the verge of eating her alive, ravishing her.

Hermione thought perhaps she shouldn’t be so hasty to want to cause Tonks any permanent and physical harm just yet. It seems the older witch had had the right idea. She wondered if Sara-Jane was receiving such a reception from Sirius.

She forgot all about her embarrassment, and forgot to be nervous and shy. She felt a thrill of pleasure and sheer power go through her. The way he was looking at her with an undeniable raw sexual need, it was empowering. Talk about giving a girl’s ego one hell of a boost and stroking.

She smirked as she asked coyly “Tell me, Mr. Crouch, do you like what you see?” Barty let a slow and seductive little smirk curl the corners of his mouth, as he all but purred “Most definitely, Mrs. Crouch.”
It was then Hermione truly took in his appearances. She let out a sigh of appreciation. He looked so handsome and ruffled, that it was almost painful to look at him.

He was bare footed, and was dressed only in his black pinstripe trousers, and his shirt, which he had rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. But what really make her take notice, was the fact she could see the top half of his chest, and that he had a light layer of chest hair.

Hermione realised with a sense of delighted lust, exactly how extremely shag worthy her husband was, with all of that soft and ridiculously gorgeous ruffled hair.

She took note of how the flickering glow of the candlelight made his wedding band almost sparkle. And how the candle light danced off of his features creating a warm glow, making him look incredibly handsome in candlelight.

Before Hermione knew what had hit her, she felt her feet leave the ground, and quickly wrapped her legs around his hips, as he captured her lips with his own in an almost brutal kiss.

Before leading her over to the bed and lowered her onto it. He pulled back slightly trying to calm himself and gather his thoughts. He told her “I wanted to take it slowly your first time, draw it out.”

Hermione panted, as she said “You can do that after you’ve gave me my first release of the night, just to take off this blasted edge that promises to drive me insane. It’s like an irresistible and overwhelming itch, which must be scratched immediately.”

She added “We can take it slowly afterwards. We’re both far too turned on and wired to go slowly until each of us has taken off that edge.” Barty nodded in agreement, looking at her lustfully.