I woke up the next morning feeling warm and cozy. As I regained consciousness, I became aware that I was trapped in Dolohov's arms. I also felt something else poking into my lower extremities. I wiggled my butt experimentally and Dolohov growled sleepily. The low, rumbling sound caused a little jolt in my stomach. I looked down to see a large, muscular arm wrapped securely around my ribs. My eyes were drawn automatically to the ugly black mark on the forearm. The skull glared starkly up at me, reminding me that this was not just another lazy morning in bed. I had a mission to complete.

What I should do is prepare myself for a foray into Dolohov's mind in case we ended up engaging in some early-morning debauchery. I had no doubt that whatever mission he'd just engaged in would be of interest to the Order. On the other hand, something inside of me rebelled against the idea of invading my husband's mind on the first time we slept together.

After a few minutes of silent battle with myself, I decided that there would probably be many repeats, and I could get the information during one of them. I'd just let this first time be... special? real? I'd let it be something good in my life. I deserved one or two of those.

Silencing the little voices in my head that sounded disconcertingly like Moody and Snape, I turned my head around and started planting light kisses on the underside of Dolohov's chin. I'd have liked to do more, but his arms had me in a death grip. Dolohov grunted and tightened his arms even more. I nipped him impatiently on his pulse point.

"Wake up, you beast!" I laughed softly, "You're smashing me."

"Well I've got you right where I want you." He replied sleepily. I wiggled my bottom again.

"Is that so?" I asked flirtily.

I felt Dolohov's stubble scratch my neck and he started to suck and nibble his way along it.

Against, my will a low moan left my mouth. Dolohov growled again, "Oh, yes."

With one hand still firmly around my waist, his other hand pulled gently on my hair to tip my head further back and give him better access to my neck. Facing away from his as I was, all I could do was reach up behind me and grab on to his hair, mewling as he sucked on a sensitive spot on my collar bone. Before I'd realized it, he had my nightshirt open and was cupping my breasts in his enormous hands.

Suddenly, he gave my nipples and experimental pinch and I squeaked, jerking against him. His low, reverberating laugh somehow made my legs spread involuntarily, and he splayed one hand across my hips to make me grind back against him.

"That's it, little wife," he rumbled, rocking against me and tormenting my breasts with his fingers.

"Please!" I breathed.

"As you command," he answered roughly. In one movement, I was flat on my back with my hands pressed above my head in a gentile, but firm grip. I froze for a moment, and he also froze against me.

"Is alright?" he asked. I took a moment to breathe deeply and realized with surprise that I felt completely safe and comfortable. Usually I liked to stay in control, but in this moment I didn't feel like I needed to.

"Perfect," I responded and tilted my face up to kiss him. Dolohov snogged me hard, and I gave as good as I got. His other hand trailed down my body, caressing gently, and pushed down my pajama pants. Before I realized what was happening, I was wearing nothing but my knickers, and he was kissing his way down my stomach, over the scar that he himself had put there.

"So perfect, so beautiful," he mumbled. Suddenly, he was kissing the outside of my knickers. My head dropped back on the pillow and I couldn't seem to control the sounds leaving my mouth. I was whimpering and begging him, "Oh my Merlin, please please please touch me."

He hooked his fingers in the sides of my knickers and they slipped easily down my legs. Then, his mouth was on me and I was trembling under his touch. I was coming closer and closer to the peak, his bruising grip on my hip the only thing anchoring me to reality. Suddenly, his mouth was gone. I whined and looked at him accusingly. He grinned.

"Not today, little wife. Today you're going to come on my cock." He leaned down and captured my lips in a hot, bruising kiss and I felt the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. I canted my hips up and he slid smoothly into me. I had never felt so full, and for a second I clutched him to me, frozen with the feeling. I could feel every muscle in his body was tense. I slowly started to rock back and forth under him, and he met me, setting a slow, torturous rhythm.

"Fuck, mishka. So good" he grunted. I felt his hand reach between us and find my clit. He brushed it gently with the pad of his thumb, once, twice, and I fell off the edge.

As my orgasm trailed off, Dolohov kept working slowly inside of me. I was so sensitive I couldn't tell if I wanted him to cease immediately, or never ever stop. The pace picked back up gradually, and soon he was slamming into me, one hand braced on my shoulder, my body rocking beneath his. I felt myself climbing up to that precipice again, and opened my eyes to look up at his face. Our eyes locked, and he whispered, "Come for me again. NOW." I felt myself coming hard, and I could feel him too, finishing inside of me.

He settled down on top of me, almost crushing me. I could barely breathe, but I didn't want him to move, relishing the feeling of his sweaty body on top of mine. After a few minutes he rolled over, bringing me with him so I was curled on his chest. As I gradually calmed my heart rate, I decided that I didn't want to leave the door open for pillow talk. I kissed Dolohov lightly on the cheek and rolled out of bed.

"Shower," I explained as I disappeared into the bathroom. Dolohov opened one eye, grunted and then rolled over. Even before I started the shower, I could hear snoring from the bed.

I emerged from the shower to find a handsome raven perched on the bedside table. The scroll tied to its foot informed me that Severus would be out for the day, and that all he needed from me was to start a befuddling draft simmering. He suggested that I might like to spend the rest of the day in the manor's library. I smiled as I dried my hair with a towel. For all that he liked to sweep around like a bat, Severus did know me quite well. I had the odd feeling that we were almost becoming friends.

I poked the bear of a man still asleep in our bed. "I need to run down to the lab and start a befuddlement draft. Let me out?"

Dolohov sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Before you go. I have something for you."

I perched myself on the side of the bed, as he fumbled in the bedside drawer for something. He looked oddly abashed as he drew out a small, nondescript black box.

"I never got you a proper wedding band. This is from family vault in Russia."

I took the box and opened it carefully. Although it felt like a dreadful cliche, I couldn't suppress a girly gasp when I saw the ring inside. It was finely worked gold, encrusted with tiny rose-colored diamonds. I slid it on my finger and it fit perfectly.

I looked up, at a loss for words. Dolohov looked down at the sheet and twisted it nervously.

"It's beautiful," I said finally. Again, I felt the charade getting all too real, too emotional. But I couldn't bring myself to push Dolohov back, in this rare moment of vulnerability. Instead, I gave him a slow, chaste kiss.

"It also has tracking charm that will call me to you if you are in danger."

I couldn't stop myself from replying, "Aren't I in danger all the time?"

"Immediate physical danger," he clarified ruefully. "And it will allow you to pass the door wards of this room, bringing people with you only if you choose."

I looked down at my finger and held the ring up to the light.

Dolohov flopped back down on the pillows and rolled over. "Now go make potion. I haven't slept in 2 days."

When I reached the basement laboratory I was surprised to find that the lights were already on, and a light pink smoke was wafting out the high windows. I entered quietly, nervous that it might be a Death Eater who would try to kill me on sight. The Alecto Carrow certainly had good reason to have beef with me, given that I'd blasted Amycus off of a cliff last year. Then there were Avery, Yaxley, Gibbon and McNair. I'd injured all of them at some point, and I was willing to bet that McNair wasn't able to re-grow that arm. As I edged quietly around the side of the person brewing I was relieved to see that it was Theodore Nott.

At Hogwarts we'd actually had a short fling in our sixth year. It hadn't been anything serious, and it had fizzled out pretty quickly as the war gained steam around us. I guess we'd both have other things on our minds. At any rate, I couldn't think of any reason that Theo would hold a personal grudge against me.

"Hey," I said.

Theo jumped and whirled around, wand trained on me. I raised my hands and offered him a small smile.

"Long time," I offered. He didn't say anything, but lowered his wand. "I've just come to brew up something for Snape. Carry on."

If he didn't want to chat that was fine by me. I got out the ingredients I needed and set up my workstation next to his. We worked a few minutes in silence before he finally spoke.

"So you're married to Dolohov now?"

"Apparently."

"And you're not a mudblood?"

"Apparently."

"So you're on our side now?"

"Nope."

"So why aren't you locked up then? Why are they letting you get anywhere near the potions ingredients?"

I shrugged. The real answer was probably that they didn't believe that I could do much about my situation. I'd noticed that the Death Eaters rarely took witches' talents as seriously as wizards'. In reality I was quite sure that I could do some decent damage if I had a mind to. At the very least, I could blow this entire manor sky-high with just the ingredients in front of me. But to Theo I answered,

"Dolohov's put a charm on me that doesn't let me leave the house. You'll notice I don't have a wand. I'm just helping Snape out to pass the time,"

Theo smirked, "You never did do well with boredom."

I smirked back, "Clearly. If I'd had more homework I wouldn't have needed to bother messing around with you."

Theo actually did laugh at that one. I'd always liked his laugh, even though I thought he was a misguided idiot.

"So how's married life treating you?"

"You mean my abduction and imprisonment? It's lovely. Nothing I want more than to hang around with a pack of people who've tried to kill me,"

"Come on now, Mion. I've never tried to kill you," Theo said with a smirk.

"Oh, really?" I challenged, "What about that time I caught pneumonia?"

"And whose idea was it to get frisky in a snowstorm? Oh yes... yours!" He teased back.

"I remember things quite differently," I laughed, giving him a friendly poke in the chest.

I turned back to my potion, just reaching the tricky part where you had to stir with two spoons, one clockwise and one anti-clockwise. I breathed in sharply when Theo sidled up behind me and took the anticlockwise spoon, wrapping his arm around me to do so.

This was interesting. Theo wasn't on the list of high-value targets that Severus and I had discussed, but there was pretty good chance he would know something of interest, especially with his father high up in the ministry. It couldn't hurt, I guess, and I'd always wondered what it would be like to go all the way with Theo.

I shifted against him, making sure to rub my bum against the front of his trousers, and he groaned.

"Don't mess up now, Snape needs this draft by Friday," I said in a mock-stern voice.

"I think you'll find I can multi-task quite well," Theo murmured, pushing my hair to one side.

I gasped as his lips touched my neck and almost lost count.

"14, 15, 16, 17" I counted aloud, trying to keep my voice steady, "Would you turn that down to a simmer?"

Theo complied and then gently took the spoon from my hand and laid it down on the table next to me.

I turned around and leaned back against the table with a light smile on my face and fixed Theo with what Sirius had called my Patented Fuck-Me Eyes.

"Lock the door?" I suggested silkily.

"This is a very bad idea," whispered Theo.

"Terrible," I agreed, grabbing him by the collar. I pulled him into a searing kiss, groaning as his hands reached down to my bum and picked me up to sit on the table. I wrapped my legs around his waist and broke the kiss to trail little bites and licks down his neck.

"Fuck, I forgot how hard you make me," he groaned, his hands clutching at my ass, pulling me flush against him. His hands slipped under my sweater, and next thing I knew I was topless in front of him. I gasped at the cold air on my exposed breasts, before Theo crushed me back against his chest and kissed me hotly once more. His hands trailed up my rib cage and he cupped my full breasts in his hands before suddenly giving my nipples a rough pinch.

I squeaked and he whispered against my ear, "Still like it rough?"

"Oh gods, yes," I groaned. He pinched my nipples again and I felt like lightning bolt shot straight between my legs. I could tell I was already dripping wet. With a wave of his wand, my jeans fell to the floor. Theo's hand wrapped around my neck and I groaned as he stepped back to enjoy the picture I made sitting totally exposed, legs spread and cheeks flushed before him on the table.

He trailed his fingers slowly down my neck, my chest and down to my dripping pussy.

Without preamble, Theo speared two finger roughly inside me and I groaned at the sudden sensation. "Yes," I breathed.

This was what I liked about Theo; he never complicated things when keeping it simple worked.

I leaned forward and grabbed him hard by his collar, pulling him into a bruising kiss. I nipped his bottom lip and he groaned appreciatively and curled his fingers inside of me, making stars burst behind my eyelids.

Wanting to get back in control, I reached down and freed his straining cock from his trousers. I ran my hand up and down his length appreciatively, and then planted one of my feet on his chest and pushed him away hard, causing him to stumble into the table behind him. I dropped to my knees in front of him and licked the tip of his cock experimentally, watching his face under my lashes.

Theo put one hand on the table behind him to steady himself and grabbed my hair with the other. I took as much of him as I could in my mouth and started bobbing my head up and down, moaning in pleasure and pain as he pulled my hair.

After less than a minute, Theo roughly yanked me to my feet by my hair and turned me around, bending me over the table. I looked back over my shoulder to see Theo grinning at me, his raven hair going in every direction. He raised an eyebrow in a questioning gesture, making sure I wanted to continue. I wiggled my bum at him and returned an equally wicked grin. "Fuck me, please," I practically purred.

All the breath was knocked from my body as he slammed home, his delicious length filling me up completely. Before I got carried away, I closed my eyes and focused my mind.

My ability to compartmentalize is what makes me such a good legillimens. I can use half my brain to enjoy a roll in the hay while using the other half to preform legilimency. I was a little nervous; Severus had promised me that the natural connection that is formed between two people who are having sex, combined with the distraction of the other party, is enough to allow you to slip into their mind unnoticed. I hoped he was right.

Theo slid out slowly, and then slammed into me again, making me squeak with surprise. With a deep breath, I opened the mental connection .

Me and Theo, in a dark broom closet, my legs wrapped around his waist and his hand cupping my bum under my school skirt.

I felt fingers slip between my legs and start to tease my clit, causing me to open my legs even wider and push my ass back into him.

Theo taking the Dark Mark, surrounded my expressionless masks. Under his mask, a single tear slipped down his face.

I arched my back so that Theo's increasingly erratic thrusts would hit that spot inside me that made me see stars.

Theo presenting the Gringotts goblins with a stack of wands and demanding they open the associated vaults. "We require a notarized letter from the wand carrier," the goblin said stiffly.

At that point, the pleasure became so overwhelming I couldn't focus any more and the mental link broke. Seconds later I was coming, screaming "Oh fuck, Theo!" and before the aftershocks even slowed down, he had pulled out and come all over my ass.

I slumped forward on the table for a moment, boneless. Theo rested a hand next to me and leaned over, breathing hard.

After a moment I took a deep breath and rallied, "Clean me up?" I requested, wiggling my bum to draw attention to the sticky mess. Theo complied with a wordless wave of his wand.

I smiled at him gently and turned to pull my clothes back on, "That was fun. We should do it again some time,"

Theo nodded, still breathing hard. He helped pull down the hem of my sweater as I struggled back into it, "Yeah, we should. I'll try to come back around the next time I know Dolohov's away."

"Oh, he's not away," I replied, "He's upstairs sleeping,"

Theo paled visibly.

"Blimey, Granger," he choked out, "I knew you were crazy, but you're crazy. Do you have a death wish?"

"Nope! On the contrary, I very much enjoy being alive."

"Well so do I. So stand still and I'll hit you with another cleaning charm."

He did, and then surveyed me critically.

"Most girls would hit their hair with a few spells, but on you I don't know that anyone can tell the difference between post-sex hair and normal mess."

I smacked him hard on the shoulder with a laugh.

"Arsehole. See you round," and with a quick peck on the cheek I headed back upstairs, leaving my potion simmering happily.