Bless his heart, Antonin was actually surprised when the Dark Lord told ordered him not to go around murdering every man who had ever touched me. Or at least that's what I assumed had happened, as I looked out my window, watching him blast the trees in the back garden to smithereens after his meeting with the Dark Lord.

I felt oddly protective of him in that moment, knowing that he must feel completely betrayed. I knew I should be angry at him, for putting his faith in a such a clearly evil man, but all I could feel in that moment was sympathy. I knew what I was like to find out that someone you'd placed your trust in wasn't who you thought they were.

Eventually, Antonin seemed to get tired of blasting rosebushes and stalked into the manor. I curled myself up in a chair by the fire, not wanting to let him know I'd seen him in the back yard.

At last, Antonin opened the door and walked slowly into our room. I gave him a small smile.

"Hi," I greeted him tentatively.

He stared intently at me for a moment, and then seemed to remember himself.

"Should you be out of bed?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm fine, Narcissa did a wonderful job," I reassured him sincerely. I really felt almost entirely healed, although as tired as if I'd just run a marathon.

Antonin stroked my cheek, touching me as lightly as if I were a butterfly. I looked him in the eye, trying to reassure him that I was indeed alright. After a moment, he sat down in the opposite chair and poured us both a healthy measure of fire whiskey.

We each sipped our whiskeys quietly, staring into the fire. The warmth slipped down my chest, and to my surprise I felt lighter than I had in a long time. I looked at Antonin again, hating the way he was staring into the fire like a lost puppy. I downed the last of my whiskey in one gulp, relishing the sweet, fiery burn that mirrored the warmth of the glowing fire.

"I'm going to take a shower," I announced, uncurling myself from the chair.

Antonin nodded.

"You should come," I added. He looked up at me, surprised.

"Hermione, I don't think..."

"Please."

Antonin hesitated, but got out of his chair and followed.

The beautiful bathroom was full of slanting afternoon sunlight, and the air in it was pleasantly balmy. I sat on the counter as Antonin turned the tap to start the waterfall cascading into the pool set into the floor. Steam spiraled off the surface, and the bathroom was filled with the sound of water running over rocks.

"I thought a bath might be more nice," he said quietly.

I smiled at him and held out my hand. Antonin took it and kissed the palm lightly, cupping my face with his other hand. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips, carding his hand through my hair, and I kissed him back slowly.

After a moment, Antonin pulled back. He still looked uncertain.

"Hermione, do you want-"

"I want you," I interrupted softly.

Antonin stood looking at me for a moment and I froze, fearing rejection. Then, his eyes crinkled and he stepped back, pulling his robes off at letting them pool on the floor at his feet. I grinned at the picture he made, standing there in the steam-filled bathroom looking like some sort of catalogue model. I traced my eyes appreciatively over his shoulders, chest, and down to his cock, already hard and jutting out.

He stepped close to me, and I wrapped my legs instinctively around his waist. He kissed me again, deeply, and ran his hands down my back, pulling me flush to him and cupping my ass gently. I moaned into his mouth and ground against him, loving the feeling of his cock through my pajama bottoms. Still touching me hesitantly, as though afraid I might crumble to dust, he unbuttoned my pajama top and palmed my breasts, rolling the nipples lightly between his fingers.

I heard myself give a low whine, and arched up into his touch. He groaned as I ground myself against him again, my head tipping back to rest on the mirror behind me as he played with my breasts. Antonin set me down on my feet for a moment to push my pajama bottoms off, and then picked me up gently and walked over to the pool. He stepped into the water and set me carefully on the mossy edge, pushing me oh-so-gently onto my back and letting my legs hang down in the warm water.

I couldn't stop the needy noises leaving my mouth as he kissed his way down my body to the juncture of my legs. He lapped gently at my slit, inserting a single finger into me and pumping slowly in and out. I was on the edge, desperate for him to push me over.

"Please, more," I begged. He hummed and inserted a second finger into me, and then a third. I was so full, so close to coming. Suddenly, he sucked on my clit and I tumbled over, stars bursting behind my closed eyelids, crying out a jumbled litany of "Antonin, oh my- Antonin!"

Finally, as the wave of pleasure receded, Antonin pulled out his fingers and pushed himself to his feet, sitting on the side of the pool. I pulled him down next to me and he stroked my hair gently. I could feel his cock hard against my hip, but he made no move to continue things.

After a long moment, I pushed him down flat on his back and climbed on top of him, sitting on his stomach. I leaned down and snogged him thoroughly, raking my hands over his scalp and tugging his soft blonde hair gently. I reached between us and ran my hand over his cock, lifting myself up slightly so I could sink down on it.

"Wait," Antonin ordered. I froze.

"You don't have to - today..." he trailed off.

I looked down, suddenly unsure of myself. Maybe he didn't still want me after all, despite what he'd said. Antonin seemed to understand because he sat up and tipped my chin gently so I was looking at him, still straddling his lap.

"I still want you, little one. But I doesn't have to be today,"

"And if I want you today?"

In answer, Antonin shifted me in his lap so the tip of his cock was just probing my wet folds. I closed my eyes and smiled, rolling my hips to sink down onto him. I didn't move for a moment, just relishing the feeling of being full.

Then, I slowly began to grind on him, gasping slightly as he stretched me almost to the point of pain, as always. He placed a careful hand on my back and pulled my chest closer to him, taking one nipple gently between his teeth. I moaned and bounced faster.

God, it felt so good. But I wanted more. Antonin was still touching me with the lightest of caresses, as if I were made of spun glass.

"I won't break," I gasped impatiently, "Please fuck me!"

With a growl, Antonin gripped my hips hander and slammed me down on his cock. I reveled in his bruising grip as he pounded into me, making me scream his name. With surprising speed, I felt my walls tightening again and the warmth spread up from my toes before I came again. Antonin guided me up and down on his cock as I came, prolonging my climax perfectly. At last, I let my head fall forward on his shoulder.

I was practically boneless as Antonin slipped forward to stand in the water, spinning me around and bending me over the side. I loved the way that the water lapped at my thighs, the cooler air hitting my exposed pussy as I looked over my shoulder at him, legs spread and waiting. Antonin palmed my ass and looked down appreciatively.

"Fuck," he growled.

I giggled and wiggled my hips. Without another word, he slid back into me and picked up the pace to a brutal speed, slamming into me with reckless abandon. I ground back into him, feeling as if I might split in two and begging him to never stop. I could feel his anger coming out in his brutal thrusts, but I still felt completely secure. I knew without a doubt that he would never hurt me.

Suddenly, Antonin's fingers tightened on my hips and he spilled his seed inside me with a grunt. After a moment he pulled out slowly and sat down on a ledge inside the pool. I crawled into his lap, the warm water coming up to my neck, and he pulled me against him. He squeezed me so tightly to his chest that I could barely breathe.

"You're okay, little one. Nobody will ever hurt you again," he whispered, so quietly it almost seemed as if he were talking to himself.