Where was she? Andromeda had flooed to pick Soren up and hadn't been surprised to see him and not his witch. That had been fifteen minutes ago and she wasn't in any of the rooms he had expected and she always told him if she was leaving. Siggy told him at least so that seemed unlikely. The elf was clearly in charge and her few looks at his calling another elf were explained. Unless it was food, Siggy ran the house. Well Siggy and Hermione did.
Several elves had told him they would ask the Miss when he asked about plans or changes, even when he had asked for a heavier coat for Soren one day. Checkers had been the head elf and technically still was.
He wasn't though and Thorfinn had asked him if he minded, the miss was happy and so was the little master. That was answer enough for the elf and he had seen no signs of unrest. They went to the other properties and had enough to do on the main estate for the day to day.
"Siggy." He said quietly and ruefully.
"Little cub be's in her small room." The elf said and then waggled an ear, obviously in reprimand. He was an adult and the elf made him feel like a careless youth. Siggy thought he should know and he did too.
"Behind the mermaid." Siggy said and then popped away, louder than needed. The mermaid painting he must mean. His witch was in a room he didn't know about behind a painting in the conservatory. As he walked down the stairs and then into the smaller hallway he thought about that. It was the ladies domain and that could be why. He hadn't had a mother to follow around and so maybe he just didn't have anyone to show him. His father had never mentioned it.
He cast for a few minutes and then looked at the still painting. It looked like a mosaic but it was paint and she was beautifully done and looking at him expectantly. As she had been since he arrived.
"Does she know I am here?" Nothing came in answer. Talking to still painting was unsettling and he felt like an idiot. If the witch didn't want him in there than he wouldn't be able to get in. She liked wards and was good at them. Dolohov wanted to know what she used but most of it was silently cast and that had only made the man more curious.
"Could you please tell her I would like to see her." He asked politely and nothing happened. He was wishing he had that Merlin blessed coin right now and decided he would ask. It felt like an admittance or something. It had been one thing when he knew it would be all he had but right now she lived with him and slept with him so it wasn't needed.
Then it vanished, the whole canvas and the long frame was a doorway. Into an octagonal room that seemed quite tall. His witch stood there panting and sweating. Chest heaving and she looked surprised to see him, one hand on the wall and her head tilted.
"Hi." She said quietly and he just stared at the tight top and leggings. How had she got past him dressed like that. Her feet were bare and her hair was all over the place. She was flushed and he wanted to lick her all over.
"I had no idea this was here. What are you doing?" He asked and she was clearly surprised.
"You didn't?" She paused at his negative response and then looked exasperated.
"You didn't cast every revealing charm and spell you could find on your own home?" He chuckled at her disbelief and leaned against the door frame. Her hand was still on the wall and she slowly dropped it. He could see tall desks among the shelves and slim staircase that circled the room to a door at the top.
"Does that go to your rooms?" He asked her and then looked down at her smug grin.
"Yes. You walk through the mirror in the bathroom hallway." He never got tired of seeing her look at him. Her golden eyes flicked over his chest and shoulders before back to his face. Nothing could be done about his slow grin and she rolled her eyes at him. It felt good, easy and more normal.
"Can I come in?" He asked her and she nodded then stepped back and gestured him enter.
"What were you doing little cub?" He asked her again and she shrugged.
"Wards today. How fast I can get them up and down." She said and he watched her face, leaning against one of the shelves he thought about that.
"Have you gotten better?" He asked her and she nodded then her face fell.
"Yes, your Library was helpful and Draco's too. I can't go much further though. I don't know anyone who is better than me." There was no arrogance in her tone, just the clear wish to learn more.
"Have you asked Maks?" Thorfinn asked and watched her as it clicked. Then her eyes were on him and she was thinking rapidly.
"No I haven't. Would he duel me? Do you think?" She asked and he could see her increasing interest. He frowned at that and she looked her question.
"I don't know. He might." That was true. He might but Thorfinn wasn't sure how he felt about it. Not that he really thought Maks would hurt her or the other way around.
"Did he teach him?" He could see the curiosity there and knew what she meant.
"Yes. Some anyways." She nodded and he tried to see what was there. When her eyes locked on him again, he knew that wanted to ask something, so he waited.
"I wasn't sure if he would come after me. Kingsley sat me down and explained he hadn't been caught. I knew that and told him I didn't think it was likely. That Dolohov would come after me. Harry too, they seemed to think he and I had a personal vendetta or something. I didn't think so. Didn't remember anything from the cafe that said he wanted to kill me more than the usual death eaters, less than some. I stopped thinking about it after a while and I didn't think Soren would be in any danger from him." She held his eyes and he tried to let nearly nothing show. Ever since he had realised Dolohov was at Maks' he had been trying to find out what she thought. A mark didn't mean she was afraid of someone or didn't trust them. She spent as much time with those who had them as didn't. Trusted them and even trusted Soren with them, let him go to Malfoy Manor too.
"It's not something you need to worry about." He said finally and she didn't let on that she was surprised. A small smile though. He was pushing off the shelf before the devious smile could fully form and he had her seated on a tall desk before she spoke.
"Thank you for not taking Soren without telling me." She said quietly and his lips met hers a moment later.
He felt her hands gently touch his chest and then one wrapped around his neck and the other was in his hair. When her tongue slid against his and then she nipped his bottom lip, he couldn't hold in the growl and threaded his hand into her hair and let himself take her. Minutes passed and she was nearly limp. Pressed tight to his front and he bit her bottom lip gently before pulling back.
"Little cub, I want to touch you." He said and watched her eyes open and then she nodded and made to pull her shirt off. He was too close and didn't want to move so he didn't.
"Be a good girl." He said and held her eyes, watched her think about his tone and the words.
"If you make it worth my obedience." She decided and he couldn't breathe properly. Fuck his witch was everything he wanted. So soft and yet she was like fire with him, all challenge and capitulation.
He reached down and pulled her shirt off and then palmed her bra covered breasts and gently ran his things over her nipples. She pressed into him and but her lip, eyes half lidded and watching his face. Bra undone and then she was bare from the waist up.
"Hands on the desk." He said and she closed her eyes when she did it, so trusting. There was colour on her face and chest but she wasn't blushing, no tentativeness.
Minutes later he couldn't tease her anymore. Her rosy nipples were tight and her chest was heaving. He had a hand on her hip so she couldn't wiggle but she was trying. Little pleas and moans fell from her lips and her legs were open. She wanted him to touch her and he wandlessly took her leggings and underwear off as he pressed his hands to her heat.
Her eyes closed and he gently ran a finger along her seam, feeling how hot and wet she was. Then those golden eyes opened and he knew she would speak.
"Stop. I want. Can you be first. Or can we be together. I don't want to have to move after and I want to do it." The witch flicked her eyes from his to the hard on in his pants and back again.
"Another time. You can tie me up even or whatever." She bargained with him and he knew his grin was predatory when she flushed. Then his firebrand was there and pushing against his chest.
"I want to feel you. To make you cum." His lips crashed down on her again. He couldn't listen to her say that, her soft voice and honest eyes showing that she meant it. Her hands fumbled with his belt and he slid a finger into her. She moaned into his mouth and then was trying harder.
He pulled back and stripped his shirt and kicked off his shoes. Then let her push his pants down while he circled her clit and pinched a nipple. She was wiggling and pushing against his hand, little whimpers and moans. She wrapped her little hands around his erection and he pulled away from her mouth. The low groan was pulled from him and he looked at the see her eyes on him and watched her smear a clear drop of pre cum down his length. Then the minx looked up at him and licked her finger.
"Fuck witch." He growled and then let her off the desk she was still perched on. Watched her naked body get her bearing and then she was on her knees and he squeezed his eyes shut. This was too much and he waited, knowing what was going to happen. Or hoping, hoping it would happen. The way he had taught her, so eager to please him, to do it right.
At that moment they could have been in that little room off the library. Her school skirt tucked up around her waist and her hair a mess from his hands. The way her eyes would look up at him, wanting him.
Then her hot tongue swiped from the bottom to the top of his dick and he felt the air leave his body and reached for her hair. Wanting to fist it, to feel the soft curls in his hands while her mouth was on him. Then her mouth covered him and she leaned into it. Little hands on his thighs and he had to look.
Her eyes were closed and she hummed when she couldn't get any more of him in her mouth. Then his eyes closed and his head tipped back when she wrapped a hand around the base of him and it followed her mouth up in one long sucking pull. As she moved on him he was lost in how she felt and then the tightening of his balls. He was going to cum and soon.
"I'm gunna." He forced the words out and she leaned into him. Trying to swallow him and the hand that had been on his thigh was cupping his balls. Then it was gone and he looked down, wanting to know and watched it disappear beneath her spread legs.
"Fuck Hermione. Yes, touch yourself." She moaned around him then and her eyes were on his.
He watched her thighs flex and then met her whiskey eyes and had to close them when she pulled off of him to moan and gasp. Her hand kept moving though, he could hear it, and he tightened his grip in her hair. Trying not to hurt her but needing something to hold onto when he came. His brain felt slow and she whimpered, he wanted to see her but his eyes wouldn't open and he felt her mouth cover him as he began to shoot. There weren't words for how this felt. Then her mouth was gone and he could open his eyes.
He nearly closed them again at the picture she made. His cum on her chin and her head thrown back as she came. Fingers moving on herself and a look of bliss on her face. The way her curls hung as she tossed her head back and the few that lay across her breasts.
In a second he was reaching for her and she let him pick her up. He felt the cleaning spell wash over them as he lifted her, then he was carrying her bridal style up the stairs and opened the door to her room. He walked through the suite and into her room. Then up the steps to her bed so he didn't have to put her down. She was silent and relaxed in his arms. Draped across his chest as he rested against the pillows in front of the headboard. Thorfinn felt better then, wanting the intimacy of laying with her comfortably. Feeling her skin with no barriers between them.
"You did it. You kissed me." Her quiet voice said and he could hear her happiness or even relief. He closed his eyes then. Cradling her to him. He felt her snuggle into him and a blanket cover them. Leaning back further, he gently moved his hands over her as they lay together. The sated and boneless feelings mixed with his more emotional ones and it was like a drug. Just the thought of having this, having her was so good that he couldn't keep himself from occasionally kissing the top of her head and holding her a little bit tighter, cupping her body more firmly to his.