His lips were pressed hard against hers, and Hermione was trying to keep her mouth closed against the bruising intensity of his kiss. She failed, eventually melting into him and his unrelenting persistence and she kissed him back, allowing him the opportunity to press his tongue into hers mouth and caress hers.

Hermione's moan was swallowed by Antonin's lips but as he backed her into the wall and pressed himself against her she could feel his body's reaction to her response. It was poking her in the abdomen.

Antonin broke the kiss. "Stella Flora" he enunciated to the door, Hermione was currently leaning against and the stone passageway opened and if it were not for his hands on her waist she would have fallen backwards in the doorway.

But she didn't because he held her, and when she failed to move into the door, he scooped her up, bridal style, and strutted into the room, before depositing her on the bed.

She crossed her arms across her chest in indignation and scowled at him. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You, little wife, were quite rude to the Headmistress." He scolded.

"I don't care." She huffed in response. Antonin chuckled.

"Tsk, tsk dorogaya. You don't strike me as somebody who is impolite, surely you were raised with better manners than that display in the office."

"Well, she, she sided with you!" Hermione pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. She knew it was childish, but she hadn't really expected Minerva to give in to Antonin's demands so quickly. After all, she was supposed to be an ally to Hermione.

Antonin burst into laughter at her remark. "Ah little wife, that she did. But then did you really think I would settle for anything else?" He said between laughter as he laid on the bed next to her.

"No. You are the type of man who gets what he wants," she began and caught his appraising smirk before she quickly caught herself. "But she didn't have to make it so easy for you." A chuckle was her only reply from the infuriating man, before he tugged on her wrist to pull her closer to his side.

"Seriously, If you think I'm going to give in that easy to you, you have another thing coming." She grumbled.

Antonin flipped her onto her back and leaned across her, melding his lips with hers once again. Hermione sighed and lost herself in his kiss, wrapping her arms around him, one hand fisting in his hair and the other dangerously close to his backside. Then as suddenly as the kiss began, he broke it.

"You were saying little wife," he drawled, smirking at her slyly. Hermione instantly knew that he had used the kiss to disprove her earlier statement. She narrowed her eyes at him and jumped up from the bed.

"Why you…" unable to find the right string of names to call him she finished "That's not playing fair." She quickly turned her back on him and stomped into the bathroom. Before she slammed the door closed and locked it she heard him call out.

"I'm a Slytherin love, we don't play fair."

Well, he may not play fair, but she didn't have to give him what he wanted either. He expected her to come out eventually, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She drew a bath for herself, with a ton of bubbles and stepped into the hot, soothing water. No she was perfectly content to stay in the bath, casting a stasis charm on the water to make it last. That way she could stay there all night if she wanted.

Antonin was on the other end of the door, smugly smiling at his win, and biding his time. He thought it was completely adorable that she was sulking in the bath, doing her utmost to stay away from him. She probably thought that she was safe in the little room that he would wait for her to come back to him.

Ah, such a Gryffindor, always underestimating the true attributes of a Slytherin. Antonin was a man who got what he wanted, and well, he wanted her, so he was not above bending the rules, and going after what he wanted.

He would give her some time alone, before completing his little plan. And while he waited he let his thoughts drift to when he found out about the law, a month prior.

[I] Flashback[/i]

Antonin was in his study, sitting at his desk, near the large and warm fireplace. A leather bound book sat on the desk in front of him, and he was just about to turn a page when he was interrupted. Tap. Tap. Tap. He sighed, annoyed from the interruption to his research. He was trying to create a new charm, it was a passion of his. Tap. Tap. Tap, sounded again on the window. Antonin crossed the room and opened the window, allowing the white barn owl to fly in. He took the letter from the leg the bird extended.

It had a ministry seal on it. He opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Dolohov,

As you are already aware, given your position and seat on the wizengament that the new ordinance has passed. It should go without explanation, that despite your position as a member of the wizengament that the law is subject to all witches and wizards between the ages of 17 and 59, without exemption.

Therefore you have been paired with your match and are required to be married by the end of the month. Your high ranking status in the recent war and the high ranking status of the witch you have been paired with on the light side of the war put you in the position to be a prime example of the new law to introduce it to society. We are sorry for any inconvenience this may cause you, but the ministry has decided to use your match as the ceremony to implement this new law. We appreciate your cooperation.

You have been paired with Miss. Hermione Granger. Her file is attached with this notice. Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials.

Regards,

Valerie Greenebrough

Head of the Department of Wizarding Marriage and Families.

Antonin sighed. He had voted against the infernal law, it was madness, there wasn't really any cause for it, but he had been outnumbered in opinion. However, now that the law was upon him, he couldn't help but feel relieved, no, pleased. He was paired with his witch. Not that he had any claim to the girl, but ever since he first saw her he had felt the need to make her his. Then the final battle just increased this desire tenfold, the way she fought so bravely, the hex she sent flying after him, it made him smile. And while he had just resigned himself to the fact that he would never have her, the ministry pairs her to be his young bride.

He would be able to make her his, she would become his witch in every sense of the word. This brightened his day. However he was perplexed as well. His witch, Hermione, she didn't hold him in high regard, and how could she really with the past being what it was. He would have to set off to woo her.

[I]End Flashback[/i]

Antonin glanced up at the clock. He had been lost in his memory for a while and thought that it was high time he set to attending to his wife. His dove. He quickly stripped himself of his clothing and padded quietly across the floor to the bathroom.

Wandlessly and non-verbally he cast the Alohomora charm and smirked when the door unlocked and allowed him to pass through silently.

XXX

Hermione had no idea how much time had passed, nor did she care. Her eyes were closed and she was relishing the feeling of the warmth around her. Suddenly she felt a slosh of the water and her heart filled with dread. Not a moment later, too quickly for her to be able to react, a muscular arm pulled her tight against a very hard, masculine body, and held her there firmly.

She opened her mouth to protest but the only sound she made was a tiny gasp as the man pressed his lips to her neck in fluttering kisses, and his hand slipped down to her center and a finger slipped in. Her gasp gave way to a whine of pleasure.

Quickly she recovered herself. "Did the locked door mean nothing to you?" She clipped angrily.

"Please," Antonin scoffed sarcastically. "Don't try and tell me that this wasn't some kind of game to you. You were going to hide in here until I came to get you, all night if you had to, so that you wouldn't give me the pleasure of you crawling to me. Well, dorogaya, I'm not a patient man. Two hours was long enough for this game. Now I'm here, and I've got you where I want you." He murmured in her ear. As if proving his statement, his fingers drove in and out of her pussy through his speal.

Hermione was panting for breath caught between wanting to be angry with him and the pure pleasure that was building in her. Antonin pressed kisses along her neck trying to find the spot that made her melt. He was successful a moment later and she moaned.

He sucked on her sensitive spot, fucking her with his fingers as he did. In, out, in out, repeatedly until he had her on the edge.

"You like this, dorogaya, you like as I hold you against me and move my fingers in and out of you. Tell me." He commanded.

"I like it."

"What do you like?"

"I like your fingers inside my pussy, fucking me with them." She moaned as he pulled said fingers away. "Oh, please."

"Please what, dorogaya?"

"Please don't stop." She begged. Antonin started up his ministrations once more.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You!" She exclaimed as she reached the peak. Knowing she was on th edge Antonin whispered in her ear.

"Say my name." Came his soothing voice as he finally finally rubbed her clit and Hermione screamed her climax. "Antonin!" She cried out gasping for breath as she came undone beneath him.

"Hmmmm. Good girl. I think we should enjoy this nice bath together, with some strawberries and champagne. What say you, wife?"

"Mmmmm" was the only response be received.

Smirking, Antonin snapped his fingers and pressed a kiss to his wife's temple.