a/n: The response to this story has been amazing, thank you so much for reading :D :D :D Also for anyone that found this story from my sirmione story, I have a new sirmione story called The Secret of Making Toast. I know antonin is wild and alluring but I remain a sirmione shipper at the core, if you know my writing. BTW I edited chapter 16 so now he doesn't grope her, he just grabs her by the hip. I had it before that he drunkenly groped her breast but then realized that would make Hermione even madder at him and resentful. So he didn't...though he will probably get her supermad and overstep her boundaries in the next few chapters..uh oh XD
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In the morning, Hermione comfortably pressed her lips together, feeling a bit thirsty, but otherwise very comfy in her bed.
Light streamed through the window onto her closed eyelids. All the muscles in her body felt very relaxed too like she'd had a deep workout, and she didn't really want to get up yet. Although she was awake now, she tried to snuggle her face deeper into her pillow, refusing to let go of the memory of her dream. Oh what a bloody dream!
What an extremely odd dream she had last night. Antonin Dolohov kidnapping her and wanting to marry her. Her married to a Death Eater? Oh what a crazy dream. Like the burlap sack law actually existed, even in Russia. "Give me a break! I've never dreamed something so completely mad," she thought and chuckled.
Hermione had to laugh at her wild imagination, but then she opened her eyes to a very shocking sight.
She was NOT in her bed back home in Britain.
She wasn't even alone.
Beside her slept, half nude, a shirtless Russian man...while, she looked down at herself, she wore only a thin nightgown...And she tried to move but couldn't...both her arms had been chained to the bed!
"Good Merlin, it's real, all of this nightmare is real," she muttered unhappily.
Disturbed by the sound of her voice, Antonin turned over in his sleep.
"You great big oaf," Hermione whispered more quietly. "What made you think it was alright to slip into bed with me?" Her eyes lowered. "And without a shirt."
Now that he was unconscious, however, she couldn't help staring at him as he slept, particularly at his chest.
His chest was nothing like Ron's, or even Harry's. It was much more masculine and manly, like Harry and Ron were boys, but Antonin was an actual man.
Dolohov had very wide shoulders like an athlete and the sinewed, powerful muscles to match. A trail of dark hair was sprinkled across his ample pecs and then lowered in a smaller trail to disappear below his boxers...
Hermione bit her lips as she saw that the wizard had morning wood in his sleep. She smirked. Underneath the tight fabric of his jeans something was trying to poke out.
"Ermione," Dolohov moaned in his sleep. His hips pistoned blindly in the air.
"Oh my god," Hermione tried not to laugh nervously and awake him from his obviously exciting dream. " I should not be here right now."
It made her incredibly uncomfortably to know the Death Eater was having an obviously exciting dream of her while she lay right next to him.
Yet she couldn't help staring as Dolohov moaned her name again and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
She observed his well defined lips and sharp teeth as he moaned in his sleep and arched his back.
How...almost...cute. He was so responsive. Like he was about to explode.
He had well sculpted, almost aristocratic, facial features. A sharp nose, a strong jaw with dimples, his amazing black mustache and beard...she almost wished she could touch his beard again. Feel the sharp wires of his stubble rub against her hand.
"Hermione, get it together," she scolded herself.
Though she couldn't help thinking of Antonin slightly different from yesterday. Now that she knew more of his backstory, she could see a different side of him. She could imagine him as the young Russian wizard who lived in a nice manor in Moscow and married young to the love of his life, an almost idealistic athletic man...who then had his hopes and dreams crushed by the murders of millions of Russians by the muggle communists. Including his young wife whom he adored.
She wondered what Oliviana Dolohov had really looked like. Did she really share a resemblance to Hermione? Did she love animals and people of all kind just like, before her very innocence led her to the hands of the wrong people.
Hermione shook her head. She needed to stop getting involved in Antonin's past. The more she let her heartstrings be pulled, or perhaps manipulated, by Dolohov's tragic past...the more she got distracted from her true cause: survival. Tragic or not, Dolohov's current actions were not excused. The wizard chose to be a Death Eater. The wizard chose hate, over love. He choose Azkaban over admitting his wrongs and moving on. He had been a participant in both wizarding wars, no doubt helping kill muggles, he was no innocent like his late wife.
Just as she hoped to get back to sleep, since she couldn't get up on her on, Dolohov turned again in his sleep.
This time his arm fell over body and blindly in his sleep his hand grasped over her waist, holding her close to him.
"Olivianna," he whispered and then fell back to snoring.
She closed her eyes tightly. "Hold it together, Granger. Do not fall for this man. Do not. Do not not not. He's the bad guy. Remember that. He's the bad guy," she told herself.
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