nana nana nana nana nana na, drink up me hearties. Yo ho!...

oh, sorry, it's the PotC-fever…

fujutsu: Thank you sooo much!

TriGemini: You know, sometimes I have the feeling you know the characters (or how I try to make them) better than I do myself!

Tiarwen: You don't have to wait any longer, I really made it! The wedding is here!

Burnt Reflection: Don't worry, I probably couldn't write any angst even if I'd want to. I mean, okay, so I did kill a few characters that I came to like in the past… but angst? No, I don't think so.

Angelface04: it doesn't really mean cool. Über (which is a really difficult word for English people as I've noticed when our English teacher is saying anything with ü in it ;p) is either a preposition meaning above, beyond, over or an adverb. Alone it can also mean super-, or hyper- something. In connection with an adjective it means a lot, very or too. The English meaning of cool probably came from that last one.
Hm… wedding, wedding night and nightmare? That's exactly the content of this chapter!

Battlestar Polaris: yes, the one Angelina didn't marry will play a part in the story later. Oh, Adrian's grandmother will get her talk! Just after the wedding, but she will still get her talk:D (I can barely wait to write that woman). And don't worry about the length, I LOVE long reviews!

Mistress of the red Kiwi: I hope you could see the family tree now. I hadn't thought that the hourly bandwidth would be a problem…

Rupert's honey: okay, so here it is, pretty fast update (it's still not weekend), and some action for the wedding night. Anything else?

Eruaphadriel: (Hope I spelled the name correctly) Thank you! I'm glad you like it so far!

Andybear09: I'm glad you like this story so far! I hope this won't stay the only Angelina-story you read. There a lot great ones out there to be discovered…

The wedding dress I 'tried' to describe can be seen here:

www. Aireswindstudio. De/brautkleiderab01.htm

(delete the spaces before and after the name)

It is the 4th dress (click on the pic to enlarge)

Chapter 5

I declare you man and wife!

Angelina was standing in front of the mirror looking at the dress she was wearing. Of course it was breathtakingly beautiful. She hadn't expected anything else when she had opened the box. She wondered whether or not Adrian had chosen it. He probably wouldn't believe in it bringing bad luck if the man saw the dress before the wedding.

She lifted her hand and the see-through sleeve fell open looking like a fan from her elbows on. The upper parts of the sleeves were tight around her arms. The dress had a rather deep v-neck which revealed the top of her breasts. The white fabric made her skin look even darker than it already was.

Beige embroidery made its way from all over the top to the sides of the skirt. When she had put the dress on, Angelina had silently wondered just how many layers of fabric the skirt contained and she was surprised to find it now lying perfectly around her body.

She had thought about putting her hair up but then decided against it when she remembered Adrian's comment the last night. So her hair was falling openly over her shoulders again.

She reminded herself of a princess or a good fairy she had seen pictures of in one of the muggle fairytale books she had once seen at Katie's home.

The dress was beautiful and Dyson was right – she should be happy. But right now, she was rather afraid than happy. Afraid of tonight. Of how it would be with Adrian. She feared the night to come more than she had thought before. Probably it had just really sunk into her brain when she had put on the wedding dress.

But there was no turning back now. She could just hope that it wouldn't turn out to be a nightmare come true. Especially since it wouldn't just be tonight; no, it would be every night from now on. 'Oh Lord, please help me!'

Julia was sitting on the bed in a white dress with small red flowers all over it. She looked at Angelina while her thoughts went to the future. Tonight she would have to sleep alone. Tonight and every night following. She turned her head to look at Teddy sitting on the bed. Teddy would protect her. She just had to remind her of this when the fear came back.

"Come Julia, we have to go."

Julia jumped from the bed and took Angelina's hand. Had her sister always had such cold hands?

"I declare you man and wife." The priest said and Angelina turned to face Adrian to receive his kiss. This was it now. The ring was on her finger, the vows had been spoken, and the kiss had been given. She had barely noticed Adrian's lips on her own. To lost in her own thoughts she had just noticed him pulling back again.

This was it. Now she was married. Bound to a man she barely knew. Was she doing the right thing? Of course it was too late now, to think about this, but she couldn't stop the way her mind worked.

They would eat dinner now. In a separate dining room of the hotel – with a beautiful look over the garden. They would eat a four-course menu before they would 'retire for the night'. She pushed that thought far away – for now. After all, it would still be some hours until then.

Too soon! It was way too soon! So what if it was almost eleven? It was still early! But Angelina knew that it wasn't any good to try and push it farther away. She would bring Julia to bed and then head over to Adrian's… their room and then…

"You'll be alright?" She asked Julia once her sister was tugged up in bed, the teddy in her arms.

"Yes." Yawned Julia and Angelina could tell that her sister could barely keep her eyes open. She kissed her forehead and wished her a goodnight before she slowly walked out of the room and turned off the light.

She stood in the living room and looked at the opposite door. It was closed. She took her time crossing the room. Standing before the closed door she took a deep breath and closed her eyes before her hand reached for the handle and pushed it down as she opened the door.

Adrian turned to look at her when he heard the door being opened. And there she was standing in the door, looking at him. He had been pleasantly surprised when he had seen her this evening. He had just told the hotel manager to send a wedding dress to his suite – the price hadn't mattered. The manager had proven to have a very good taste.

Adrian reached his hand out and waited for Angelina to take it. She closed the door behind her and slowly put her hand in his.

Adrian pulled her closer until she was standing in front of him. Never before had Angelina noticed how imposing Adrian was. He was about half a head taller than her and she had to look up at him.

Her heart was beating faster when he stepped behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Adrian felt her stiffen underneath his touch and kissed her shoulder.

"You don't need to be afraid." He whispered and Angelina turned her head slightly towards his. Adrian ran his hands over her arms. His lips travelled to her neck and farther to her ear.

"I want you to enjoy it." Adrian whispered to her and Angelina shivered.

"I want you to tell me if I do something you like." Adrian said while his hands held Angelina's waist moving to her stomach.

"And if I do something you don't like." His lips moved over her cheek until he reached the corner of her mouth. He felt Angelina relax underneath his lips as he kissed her lips.

His kiss was slow, gentle and Angelina felt the fear rushing away. Adrian turned her around so she was facing him again and pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss. If the kiss was any indication for how the rest of the night would be than Angelina thought she might have worried for no reason.

Adrian's hands moved towards her shoulders pressing her close against his body. His lips became more demanding as he brought one hand into her hair. Their tongues were battling for dominance in her mouth. Adrian felt for the dress' opening on Angelina's back and slowly opened it, his hand moving over her bare back as more and more of her skin was exposed to his fingers.

Angelina moaned against his mouth and Adrian let go of her lips. His mouth found its way to her neck, kissing the dark skin while he pulled the dress off of her shoulders.

He stepped back when the dress fell to the floor and watched her while Angelina stepped out of her shoes and away from the dress. She was a goddess! There was no other possibility. In front of him stood the perfection of a woman. Everything from her passion filled eyes over her firm breasts down over her hips, the white underwear she was still wearing and the long, seemingly endless legs looked like the work of a sculptor. Had Milo still been living, Adrian would have bet he had the inspiration for the Venus standing in front of him.

Adrian pulled her into his arms again as their lips found each other again. His hands took advantage of her nudeness and wandered all over her body causing her to shiver under his hands.

He guided her towards the bed and slowly let her lay down following after her and covering her body with his. He kissed his way over her neck and towards her breasts, not wasting any time before he took the first nipple into his mouth and sucked on it.

Angelina moaned underneath him and arched into his mouth. For a moment she thought she shouldn't be enjoying this so much. But then she chided herself. She was his wife now. She would be so for the rest of her life. So if he actually managed that she was enjoying the nights with him she should be happy about it.

It could really be worse, she mused. If passion was something they could share, it was still a lot more than many other married couples could. She closed her eyes and threw her head back when Adrian's hand ran over her stomach and underneath the fabric of her underwear.

Adrian could feel every single muscle in her stomach as he let his hand glide over it. He heard her moan when he reached underneath the white lace and in response sucked harder on her nipple.

Angelina brought her hands into Adrian's hair and pulled him away from her breast to look at his face.

"I think you're wearing too much for this to work." She told him huskily and tugged at his jacket. Adrian didn't need to be told twice and took his jacket of, letting it fall onto the floor.

While he started to unbutton his shirt he leaned forward and kissed her neck, nibbling on her dark skin. Angelina pulled on his shirt, desperate to feel his naked skin on her own. But as soon as his shirt joined his jacket on the floor she froze.

Adrian didn't see her staring at his left arm. He was too focused on kissing and touching every inch of skin he could reach. Angelina, however, stared at the dark mark that was now visible on his forearm. Her hands gripped the blanket she was lying on and she closed her eyes. She tried to push the image of this dark skull on his light skin out of her mind and turned her head around. She didn't want to look at it again.

She hadn't imagined how good he was at making her forget about his tattoo, but as soon as his hand moved between her legs she was even forgetting where she was.

Adrian lifted his head and looked at her face while two of his fingers caused her to moan his name. She opened her legs farther for him and lifted her hips towards his hand. Her head was thrown back, her eyes only half open, her lips slightly parted.

He bent his head and found her lips again, his tongue moving into her mouth to search hers again. His fingers and his tongue managed to move in the same rhythm, causing Angelina to arch her body off the bed, trying to get more of the feeling his fingers were causing.

Angelina pushed faster against his hand, feeling herself close to an orgasm. She groaned against his lips, tried to make him do something to let her come. Adrian pushed as deep as he could, turning his fingers around inside of her, his thumb brushing over her clit. And that was it. Angelina freed herself from his lips and threw her head back, moaning his name out loud while she came.

Adrian continued to move his fingers inside of her until she fell back onto the bed and panted heavily. He slowly brought his hand away from her and tasted her on his fingers as Angelina slowly opened her eyes. She whimpered when she saw him licking his fingers clean. Her own tongue darted out to wet her lips while she looked from his mouth to his eyes.

They weren't the cold icy blue she remembered from the evening before. Their colour had darkened visibly and Angelina swallowed while she stared into them. Adrian reached his left hand out to stroke through her hair but Angelina caught his arm before he could reach her head. She didn't want to see what was on his arm. She didn't want to destroy that moment of peace she had just found. It would be over way too soon anyway.

Adrian frowned at her behaviour and was about to ask her what was wrong when Angelina let her hand travel over his arm up to his shoulder. Hart as steal and yet somewhat soft – she thought as she moved her hand over his upper arm. Her eyes followed her hand when she let it glide from his shoulder over his chest, stopping a moment to feel his heartbeat underneath his muscles, and lower over his stomach.

Adrian breathed heavily while he watched her face intently. She was nibbling on her lower lip and watched her hand running over his body. To say he was hard would have been an understatement. His trousers were uncomfortably tight and he wanted to get out of them and burry himself inside of her as soon as possible.

Angelina unbuttoned his trousers and used now both hands to pull the black clothing off of him. Adrian helped her by kicking the trousers to the floor pulling his boxer shorts off himself and let them fall onto the pile of his discarded cloths on the ground.

When he sat there completely nude Angelina sat up onto her knees and looked at him. Keeping her eyes from his left arm she had to admit that she could have done much worse. Her new husband had a body to die for. Of course – no one on the Slytherin quidditch team had been small and weak. And one special part of his body was everything but small. Angelina licked her lips in anticipation.

"Now, who's wearing too much?" Adrian asked and ran his hands over her sides until he reached her underwear. He tucked at the material and Angelina raised herself so he could take them off of her.

Adrian laid her back onto the bed following immediately and lying down between her legs. His lips once again met hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue darted out and ran over her full lips forcing them to open up for him. He took possession of her mouth while his erection pressed painfully against her stomach. Angelina moaned into his mouth and moved around underneath him, causing his erection to hurt even more.

He needed relief. And he needed it now. He broke the kiss for a moment and looked into her eyes. He moved into her in one quick move and groaned when her warm wetness engulfed him.

Angelina's legs wrapped around his waist and she moved together with him in this ancient rhythm. She felt like flying. With each move she felt herself soaring higher and higher.

"Angelina." he moaned her name while he pushed down harder and faster, feeling his orgasm coming. After two more times he came and spilled his seed into her. Only seconds later Angelina screamed out when her whole body tensed up under her own orgasm.

Adrian collapsed on top of her and they both took their time catching their breath. When he had recovered, Adrian ran his hand slowly over shoulder and kissed her neck. He kissed her lips one more time before he rolled off of her slowly.

When his weight was gone Angelina turned onto her side, her back towards Adrian. She was exhausted, satisfied but exhausted and was already half asleep when she felt Adrian's finger on her shoulder blade. She knew what he was touching there.

"Proud of your work?" she asked and yawned, letting it sound rather tired than jokingly as she had intended.

Adrian frowned behind her. He had been tracing a scar of about four inches on her shoulder blade. He had wanted to ask her where she had received it when she had spoken.

"What do you mean?" he asked her confused. Angelina turned her head far enough to look at him and touched the scar with her left hand.

"Second year. The first quidditch game. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. You pushed me against the Slytherin stands. That's the result of it." She explained him and stifled a yawn. When she turned her head back and took her hand from the scar she felt Adrian's lips on the old scar. His arm went around her middle and rested on her stomach as he laid down to sleep directly behind her, spooning her body with his own.

"So, I'll meet you for lunch?" he asked her while he fastened his shirt.

"Mhm… where?"

"I'll surprise you." He grinned at her and bent over the bed to kiss her one last time.

"Will I like it?" she asked already fearing where he would take her. His only response was one of his famous grins and a blown kiss before he headed out of her bedroom to apparate home…

It had only been about ten minutes before she noticed his wallet still lying on her nightstand.

"Typical!" she murmured and arose to get dressed. Another ten minutes later she apparated after him to bring him his wallet. Little did she know that her life was about to change completely…

She was looking again at the golden ring on her finger and smiled as she entered the house. She could hear voices in the kitchen and walked towards it.

"I…Angelina and I are going to get married."

She heard the voice of her fiancé. She pouted as she heard it. She had thought they wanted to tell everyone together. But after she heard what followed she understood why he had planned it differently.

"You can't possibly mean it!"

"What do you mean mum?"

"You can't marry her! She doesn't fit in our family!"

"What do you mean?"

"She is… She doesn't fit in! You must see that!"

"No I don't!"

"She is black!"

"What? You can't mean it!"

Angelina froze in her place. She heard something being put onto the kitchen table and a female sigh.

"You won't marry her, and that's it! Do you understand me?"

The angry reply she expected never came. No cried 'No'. No cry of outrage. And this was when she knew he would do as his mother asked of him. His family was important to him and she – obviously wasn't.

Tears were in her eyes as she walked into the room. She could see the shock at seeing her in his eyes. She took the ring from her finger and walked towards him. Calm, collected, cold.

"Goodbye." Was all she said to him before she left the house. He didn't try to get after her. He never tried to win her back. He never stood up against his mother for her. And she had been left crying for days. Had stayed in her flat alone. Empty. Then she had returned to her parents and her sister…

"Angelina! Angelina wake up!"

She sat up with a start and looked around in the room before she remembered where she was. She looked asking at Adrian.

"What…?"

"You had a nightmare. You were murmuring something and were beating around." Adrian told her and Angelina fell back into the pillows. She shook her head slowly.

"I'm sorry for waking you." She whispered and stared at the ceiling.

"Don't be." Adrian replied. "You want to talk about it?" he asked her although he already knew the answer.

"No."

And he nodded.

"Good night." She whispered and turned around, her back once again towards him. When Adrian tried to touch her he felt her tense underneath his hand. He sighed and wished her a good night as well before he lay down on his back and stared at the ceiling himself.

Wow, it was never so hard to write a sex scene. But then again, I've only written ones where both were in love with each other…

And now I've got to go! Mr. Cotton and his parrot (also known as my friend Christina who wanted to bring her dove along) are waiting for me (as AnaMaria) so we can capture Sarah's house (she hasn't decided yet between being Jack the monkey and Twigg (the one who has problems with his right eye.) :D