An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love

An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love


The next morning, Hermione was the first to wake. She let out a sigh of contentment, as she raised her left hand slightly to gaze at, and watched as her wedding and engagement bands glistened beautifully. She marvelled, hardly believing she was finally somebody’s wife.

She sighed once more, before lowering her hand, and then attempted to stretch her lax muscles. She soon discovered this was not to be an easy task in the least. For she realised she was being held down by a warm and solid weight.

She blinked in puzzlement, wondering why she was unable to sit up and stretch. She turned her head slightly to her right, and was instantly aware of why she could not move.

She gazed in wonder and affection at the body laying beside her own, snuggled closely, with his left arm draped across her stomach, while his legs were entwined with her own.

She took in his peaceful expression. He seemed almost child-like whilst he continued to sleep. His hair was ruffled adorably, and was sticking up in all crazy directions.

She was being held so closely to him, that she was able to see each individual long dark feather-like eye lash. She could feel his warm breath fanning out against her own face.

She noted he had a very light scattering of freckles on his nose, his forehead and his upper cheek bones. She wondered where else he had them, as she gingerly reached out with her left hand, and gently traced his nose, as she counted the freckles found there.

What Hermione was very much unaware of, was the fact her husband was not a sleep as she believed him to be. She had no idea he had been doing exactly what she had, except for not counting freckles she did not have.

He had in fact woken several minutes before she, and had been silently taking in her beauty. And marvelling over how he had gotten so lucky to have met and been granted such a stunning and intelligent creature as his wife. He had immediately closed his eyes, pretending to sleep when he noticed and sensed she was starting to wake.

He fought the urge to not wrinkle his nose and snort in disbelief, as he felt the gentle caress of her finger tips on his nose, followed by his cheek bones and forehead. It took him only moments to realise exactly what she was doing and had caught her attention.

His wife was counting his freckles, or at least attempting to. He was incredulous, wondering what the fascination was with the freckles in question, which he absolutely hated.

He could not resist a moment longer, and tapped into their link, and asked in amused disbelief ‘Erm, Hermione, Love, is this by any chance going to become a regular occurrence? What on earth is so fascinating about those ugly looking brown spots on my face?'

He smirked deviously, as his wife let out a little yelp of surprise, having not expected him to have been awake, and to have caught her doing something rather quite embarrassing in her opinion.

Hermione smacked him on the arm that was wrapped around her midsection. Barty chuckled and shifted his position, as she attempted to smack him again. He of course was quicker, and managed to grab both of her hands in his own, before turning them over and pinning her to the bed, her arms held over her head.

Hermione let out an indignant grunt, and mock glowered up at her husband, who leaned over her, as he looked into her eyes and his nose brushed gently against her own.

He asked “Now my mischievous little wife, tell me what that sudden fascination is with my freckles?” Hermione flushed slightly, as she thought to herself, forgetting once more that she was broadcasting her thoughts to him again. ‘Hmm, I wonder how many and wear else he has them? They’re so adorable; I love how they look on his already gorgeous face'

Hermione flushed brightly in embarrassment, as she realised too late, that she had in fact been broadcasting her thoughts to him again. He chuckled with warm amusement. His amusement and affection could be felt all the way down their link.

He turned his head to a little to the left, and captured her mouth with his own in a gentle and affection kiss. He had been close enough to her, that not much movement had been required to capture her lips with his own.

Hermione sighed happily, as he deepened the kiss and let her hands free so he could wrapped his arms around her in a tight bear-hug, bringing her naked torso flush against his own naked torso.
She threaded her fingers through his soft and messy hair, and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth underneath his, allowing him to slip his tongue passed her parted lips.

They parted after a few more moments, and Barty rolled over taking her with him. He said “Let’s go and take a bath and loosen up all of those sore and stiff muscles I know you have.”

Hermione asked “How do you know my muscles are a little stiff?” Barty replied “Because mine are to. Yours because you used muscles you’re not accustomed to normally using last night. And me, well, I’ used muscles I’ve not used in almost ten years.”

Hermione agreed to take a bath together. They both pulled the sheets down, and got out of the bed.
Hermione went to the bathroom first to use the toilet, and then Barty did the same. Once that was out of the way, Hermione joined him in the bathroom. She walked over to the large circular bath tub, which took up half of the space in the middle of the large room.

Hermione winced as she leaned over the bath to turn on the hot and cold water tapes, followed by four other taps that flowed out with different coloured bubble baths.

She was sore from their previous activities. Barty noticed and nodded knowing and said “I see I was correct in presuming you had some aches and pains.” Hermione merely nodded 'yes' in reply.

Hermione sighed in contented bliss when Barty came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, and brushed his cheek against her own, as she leaned back into his chest. He kissed the side of her neck, sighing contently.

They continued to watch as the water turned a slight milky white colour. Barty asked “Which of the eight taps did you switch on, as I can smell mint and other scents I can’t quite identify?”

Hermione replied “Mint, musk, almond, and oranges.” Barty replied “Yes, I must admit I can smell the tangy scent of oranges. It compliments them mint wonderfully. And the almond and musk are not very feminine scents. Good, we can’t have me smelling like a witch, now can we.”

Hermione turned in his arms and put them around his neck, while he placed his firmly around her waist. Hermione kissed him, before pulling away, and then replying teasingly. “Oh no, we most certainly can’t have that now. I like how you smell, and don’t want you smelling like a witch anymore then you don’t want to be.”

Barty chuckled and kissed her nose. He then leaned down after breaking the kiss, and turned off all of the taps. There was a lot of bubbles very slightly tinted a pale green, golden orange, yellow, and a caramel colour.

He then held her hand, as she stepped into the water. She then lowered herself, and the bubbles came up to her chest as she remained sitting up. She moaned at the blissful feeling of hot water against her skin.

Barty then carefully climbed in after her. He settled behind her with her back to his chest, and he leaned back against the bath tub, she rested between his legs with her head resting on his shoulder. She let out a happy little sigh, making her husband smile in amusement.

Hermione had no idea taking a bath with her husband would be such a turn on, she was starting to get wet again and it sure as hell wasn’t from the bath water. She had been given a taste and now she was hooked she wanted more, much, much more.

She did something that was bold and completely out of character for her. She turned around in the bath carefully to face her husband, and straddled his lap.

To say Barty was surprised by his wife’s unusually bold display of forwardness would have been an understatement. But he was by no mean about to complain.

Barty captured his wife’s lips with his own, suckling her tongue into his mouth happily. He moaned as Hermione slowly begun to grind her backside against his rapidly hardening length.

He broke the kiss, before he dipped his head, taking her left breast into his mouth and suckled down hard on the nipple. He flicked and swirled his tongue around the nipple then blowing on it until the nipple hardened.

Hermione whimpered and laced her fingers through his hair tugging on it, as he switched his attention to her other breast, also giving it the same attention as its twin.

He released her breast with a wet pop, making Hermione even wetter just from the mere sound of it. Barty then lifted her by her waist with his hand, and used his free hand to position his length at her opening before he gently slid her down onto his hard shaft, until she was buried to the hilt.

He had not needed to prepare her much, as she had already been wet, and of course they were both sitting in water. So he had been able to enter her with relative ease, without any discomfort.

Hermione threw her head back and let out a loud lust filled moan as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she arched her back leaning into him.

Slowly Barty began to guide her up and down his shaft by holding her by her hips. He soon loosened his drip, allowing her to take over as soon as they had a rhythm going.

She began to raise and lower herself up and down on his shaft, until she was slamming herself down onto it and he was bucking his hips so he penetrated her deeper making them both moan loudly.

He would thrust upwards and she would thrust downwards, keeping in time with each other. The water in the bath swirled around them as they moved together towards their mutual release.

And with one last upwards thrust from Barty, and a pinch and twist of her clit between his thumb and forefinger, sent Hermione over the edge. She threw her head back, arching her back, and coming with a scream of intense pleasure.

Her own orgasm was enough to send Barty over the edge as well, as her still contracting muscles squeezed around his shaft as they slowly rode out their release. He threw his head back with a growl of pleasure.

Hermione slumped forwards into her husbands waiting and willing arms. She was breathing heavily as he held her to him, also breathing heavily Stroking his fingers up and down her back and down to her spine, before travelling all the way back up to her shoulders over and over again.

After they had calmed down Hermione pulled the plug letting out the dirty water before replacing the plug, then refilling the tub once more with clean water. Once that was done she and Barty proceeded to wash each others bodies. She washed his hair and he washed hers. It was enough to have them all hot and bothered all over again.

Barty commented “What do you say to you and me getting out of this tub, and going back to bed?”
Barty pulled the plug this time and, then stood up and carefully climbed out of the tub, before reaching out to take hold of her right hand, and helped her stand up and step out of the tub.

He then walked over the counter where to white fluffy towels lay, which Tonks had placed there the previous night, knowing they would both being taking a wash or a bath at some point. He took a towel and used wandless magic to place a heating charm on both towels.

Barty wrapped one of the soft warm towels around his waist and secured it, before picking up the other and proceeding to lovingly dry Hermione off.

Once she was dry he wrapped the towel around her and secured it underneath her arms. He then led her out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. Once inside He closed the door behind him and led her over to the bed where they proceeded to make love once again.

Both were yet to unfortunately realise they had been very much lax in the heat of the moment, and not used a contraceptive charm. They were both very much unaware and yet to discover the consequences of such unintentional neglect to protect themselves during their love making.