A/N: I am glad you're liking this fiction so far. I originally wanted to write this story because I was trying to get out of my writer's block. Although as soon as I started writing this pair, the words just started to flow. I hope you like this story so much.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter, or Aquaman characters, still just own my imagination. The credit goes there two separate wonderful writers.

Chapter 5- Three Months Later

Arthur watched as the witch tugged at her sleeve, something he noticed she did, whenever she felt like she was being watched. Which they actually were, all with goofy grins on their face, as the two walked hand in hand through the farmer market. "Are you alright, Mia?"

The witch smiled up at him, as Fang came and walked on her other side, leaning a little on her. She pet her dog on the head, as she looked ahead, "I am doing fine."

He looked around, before going into a private area between the cafe, and the market. "No, you're not."

She rested her forehead, against his wide chest, and took some needed breaths, "I don't do good with strangers."

He kissed the top of her head, understanding her withdrawal from strangers. "It's alright babe, after what you've shared with me, about the magical war and almost dying so many times. It's only natural for you to not be comfortable around strangers. It was smart of you to train Fang, to do your errands for you. Summer always brings a lot of people on the weekends, wanting to sneak a peek at Aquaman."

The witch smiled as she wrapped her arms around the Atlantian King, as she pulled him down for a kiss, "Is that why you have your hair tucked in a beanie, and was wearing a large flannel, even for you?"

He leaned back down, and kissed the woman in his arms, tucking a strand of her hair behind his ear, "Yes."

"What if I don't want to share you, with anyone?" She teased, pulling him out of the alleyway, as she started leading him up the mountain to her house on the cliff, "No one would even look for you at my home."

He smiled as he allowed the witch to lead him away from the large crowds, noticing a few of the tourists heading towards the lighthouse, "I like the way you think."

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Despite what the magazines had posted in the past, about him being a womanizer, was totally shit. He had only been with two other women, those women have been a girl from high school, and the other was Mera. Mera had fallen for another Atlantian and was now happy with him, and in turn, Arthur was happy for his friend. His high school girlfriend, well she was just that, a high school girlfriend who drifted away.

Hermione, or as the town knew her as Mia, was a woman, unlike any others he has ever met. She was beautiful inside and out, rather she knew it or not, he didn't care she was the most beautiful woman to him. He brought her onto his lap as he sat on her sofa, as soon as they entered her home, and raised the sleeve of the arm he noticed her pull at. They had kissed, but she always pulled away, anytime he would start rubbing her arm. Please trust me, He made sure to keep eye contact, sighing when she shut her eyes, "Please open your eyes, baby."

She slowly operated her eyes, and stared into his blue orbs, avoiding looking at her scarred arm, "Please don't pity me, or be disgusted."

He kept his eyes locked with hers, rubbing the back of her neck, as he lightly trailed his fingers along the raised skin of her ar, "I'm going to look at your arm, alright?"

She quickly leaned in and gave him a kiss full of emotion, before pulling back and slowly nodding, "Alright."

He knew that she thought this was the end, to whatever they were starting, and probably wanted to feel how much he cared before he took off (not that he planned to take off.) He leaned in and gave her a soft gentle kiss, pulling back with a smile, "You're beautiful." He looked down at her arm, and stared at the word, "What does that word mean?"

"It means dirty blood, it's an insult to those born with magic, who have non-magic parents. Bellatrix used a cursed blade, and carved the word into my arm because she thought I broke into her vault," She went to try and cover it, but stop when she felt his large hand press against her scar and watched as it glowed. She watched his face, as he focuses on her arm, before looking down when feeling the weight of his hand lift. She got ready to stand up, thinking he was disgusted when she felt his arms tighten around her waist, "Please, Arthur."

"Look down at your arm, Hermione," He purred her full name into her ear, as he kissed her cheek.

She slowly looked down at her arm, and gasped as the words were no longer there, "It's gone."

"Why didn't you show me this before?" The Atlantian asked, bringing her arm to his lips, and placing light kisses. "Did you really think I was that shallow, that I would not want you if I saw your car?"

"I was ashamed for my own sake, and didn't want to see the pity, or withdrawal that usually follows others expressions when looking at my arm for the first time," The witch answered honestly.

"I am with you because you remarkable, and I cant take you off of my mind," He held onto her waist as she straddled his lap, and started to kiss his neck, "Are there other scars, which you would like me to heal?"

"I have other scars, but you already saw those, when I was swimming at the beach when we first met," Reminded the witch, as she started to unbutton his flannel.

"I saw a silver ferret tattooed on your stomach, and your chest was covered with a bikini top," He recalled the tattoo that looked like a ferret crawling down her stomach, "Why did you choose a ferret?"

"It's a nickname I use to call Draco, he has an otter on his shoulder, he called me that," Answered the witch, as she pushed off his shirt, and started rubbing his chest, "Where did you get these tattoos?"

"Different places, some of them were even done with magic, in Atlantis," Arthur slowly removed his blouse, giving her time to stop him, until it was full off her and on the ground, "You're so beautiful." This time he took his time to look at the ferret, not only was it silver, but it was also filled in with an emerald gree, and gold," interesting colors.

"Those were his house colors, his otter is burgundy, gold, and silver," The witch commented quickly, and then stared into his eyes, with an annoyed look, "I haven't had sex for over a year and a half, and all your questions are really turning me off."

With that statement, the large man lifted her as he stood to his feet, and made his way towards her bedroom, "Okay, no more talking."

Fang watched as the large man, disappeared into the room with her master, and laid front of the closed bedroom door.

To be continued…

A/N: I had to bring Fang into this chapter a little more. I hope you like this chapter.