Who did it? Pt. 2
Thorfinn's delightful surprise.
Can Hermione Granger resist the charms of her roguish ladies' man of a captor, Thorfinn Rowle?
Thorfinn Rowle entered the room quietly. He took a moment to observe the young witch asleep in his bed. He waved his wand and vanished her clothes, along with his own. He also lengthened the ropes binding her to the bed. This way, she could move around but still not escape until he was ready to release her. He stuck her wand, along with his, into the drawer of the bedside table. He pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. He laid there beside her for the longest time, admiring her beauty and inspecting the dark circles under her eyes. He knew they'd been on the run for a long time. She was skinny, almost too thin. He could almost see her ribs where she clearly hadn't been eating much of anything, if she'd eaten at all! He noticed her shivering where the cold was hitting her. He pulled the covers over them both, curled around her and went to sleep.
Hermione woke up to soft kisses across her brow. Then they trailed down her jawline and finally gentle kisses on the tip of her nose and her lips. She opened her eyes, expecting cornflower blue eyes to be looking back at her, covered by red strands of hair. Instead she saw ice blue eyes, tanned skin and Nordic blond hair. Thorfinn knew who she'd been expecting to wake up to. Before she could protest or shove him away, he pounced on her. Burying both hands in her hair, he kept her from turning away from him. He kissed her until he needed to come up for air.
"Good evening, Granger. I thought you had escaped. Imagine my surprise, hearing the Dark Lord had left and taken you with him. We knew he wouldn't go back to the Malfoys place but Yaxley remembered that he had his own manor and here we are. Damn, I was thrilled when he told me you were here, too." He muttered into her hair as he buried his face in it.
"Seriously, you couldn't have been that thrilled about it. It was morning when we were there and now it's evening here! I'm assuming you Apparated away from the school but still it isn't that great of a distance!" she sniped at him. He just laughed.
"Well, we did have a match after we got the fire out. It was just supposed to be a quick game but we lost track of time." He told her as he chuckled.
"Well, that figures! But still, it doesn't explain why you're so thrilled that I'M here! Why me, Rowle? Of all the girls at Hogwarts, why are you so focused on ME?" she tried to wriggle away, to no avail. He lifted his head and looked at her.
"Ah, but surely you know, don't you? You really shouldn't have ratted me out. That was your mistake, darling, bringing yourself to my attention. None of those other girls almost got me booted out of school! Or off the Quidditch team! I didn't want to marry any of them! I certainly never cornered any of them in their fourth year on the Hogwarts Express, just to kiss them. Once you caught my eye, nobody else mattered." He grinned at her disgruntled expression.
"You risked your fledgling career to corner a fourth year student, a fourteen year old girl, and kiss her?!" she was gritting her teeth at him. "You were seventeen, you had to know what would happen if you'd been caught doing that."
"Yes, IF the student in question had actually been fourteen. But we both know you were already fifteen, don't we? You turned fifteen just after school started so I was perfectly within my right to set a courtship in motion. I didn't kiss you until the end of the year, remember, which would put it closer to your sixteenth birthday. Wizarding courtship dictates courtship may not begin before the witch's fifteenth birthday. The wizard is only allowed to touch the witch once, in order to start the courtship. After that, no more touching until she comes of age. I knew exactly how old you were. Who do you think sent you these earrings you're wearing?" he watched, amused, as her eyes widened.
"Y-you, but, Ron, I thought-?" she stammered in confusion. He laughed softly.
"Oh, what did you think, Granger? That the redheaded wonder had sent you those? When has he ever remembered your birthday without a reminder? How many times has he ever given you a present, hmm? I know Potter does but we're not talking about his gift giving. Besides he's always hurting your feelings! Both of them hurt you and you never call them on it! Do you know how many times I sat at the Slytherin table, watching you cry after they hurt your feelings? Wanting nothing more than to pummel both of them into the ground?" his eyes darkened in anger at the memory.
Hermione was shocked. Her earrings, the little intertwined hearts that she loved so much, were not a gift from Ron? No wonder he'd been so angry when she received them! Remembering the colors, though, it suddenly made sense. They were green and red, traditionally Slytherin and Gryffindor colors!
"How did you even know I'd wear them? I don't wear much jewelry, you know. I never have worn much jewelry." Hermione reasoned.
"You don't wear jewelry on your hands. This necklace, you've worn it ever since I can remember at Hogwarts. I knew, if it could be worn somewhere other than your hands, you'd wear it. I also knew you'd accept it, thinking one of them had sent it, as long as I didn't write a note with it. See, I'm not as stupid as you always accused me of being. How was it you said it? 'Bloody stupid Neanderthal!' I might not have taken as many O. W. L's as you did but the ones I took, I passed with flying colors!" he smirked at her. Frankly, she was shocked that he knew that much about her taste in jewelry! He could only have figured that out by watching her constantly. She recalled now the many times she'd looked around, feeling someone's eyes on her. Never once had she even glanced HIS way!
Before she could respond, he had her pressed back down again. This time, she didn't offer any resistance. Until, that is, his hands slid down to her waist and moved in from there. She squeaked and twisted away from him, frantically shaking her head. He paused, watching her closely. As soon as he stopped and moved his hands away, she relaxed back into the pillow. It didn't bother him, because he was hoping for that reaction. Had she allowed him to touch her there, it would be proof that she was already experienced. This way, he got the pleasure of showing her how enjoyable it could be. He pulled her upright, then laid down and put her across his lap. She was suddenly looking down at him laying comfortably against the pillow. He pulled her hands away as she tried to cover herself up. He brought them down onto his shoulders. She was now hanging over him.
"Easy, Granger. You're beautiful. Don't hide it. I like looking at you. Look, they're the perfect size. It's like they were made just for me to hold." He had his hands cupped around her breasts. Her face was bright red and she was biting her lip. "Don't be embarrassed. This is all part of us getting to know each other. Feel free to explore if you want to."
She looked down and touched it, this one part of him that she'd never seen. It was bigger than she'd thought it would be. She couldn't deny to herself that she had been curious about him ever since that day he'd kissed her. She remembered, quite clearly, how he'd pulled her into an empty compartment. He'd scooped her into his arms, pressing against her, as he held her against the wall. He'd kissed both of her lobes, then kissed her. THAT must have been when he started the courtship! She'd felt it that day, hardening as he held her. Seeing how he was looking at her, her heart had begun to race in both fear and excitement. She'd feared him as an older student but at the same time was excited that it was HER he was kissing! He was a popular student and a favorite among the Quidditch players. He was headed for a bright future with the Ballycastle Bats. At the time, she'd thought he must have either lost a bet or been dared to kiss her. He was, after all, a pureblood who despised Muggleborns. Either way, he'd kissed her breathless, dropped her onto the train seat, grinned wickedly at her, then left.
While she'd been thinking back to that encounter, Rowle was stroking his hands over her ribs. "You're too skinny, sweetheart, your little ribs are showing. Didn't you eat anything at all or did you feed THEM the most of your food?" he frowned up at her.
"Well, umm, I, uh, I did eat! I just, I've never been a heavy eater. My mum and dad always said I ate like a bird, that's all!" she said defensively.
"Well, then. Are you hungry now? Come to think of it, I haven't eaten since last night. We left too early this morning to have breakfast and we were battling shortly after that. Then the Quidditch pitch had to be rescued. Between all that, I haven't eaten. I'm starved. Oi, Mims!" At his yell, a little house elf popped into view.
The first thing Hermione noticed was the little Slytherin green baby doll dress she was wearing. The second was the green tie loosely looped around her neck. "Mims, there you are, darling! This is Miss Hermione, soon to be the mistress of the house! Come meet her!" Thorfinn spoke softly to the elf. She approached the bed, her big eyes blinking adoringly at Thorfinn. "Hermione, this is Mims, my house elf. As you can see, she's wearing clothes. She's a free elf but she stayed with my family because she had nowhere else she wanted to go. She was and still is a nanny elf. She took care of me and she'll take care of our children."
Hermione looked at him. "Children? You're already planning on children? I'm not going to be a plaything or a broodmare! I have plans for my life, plans that don't involve relationships or children!"
He leaned forward, staring intently at her. "Make no mistake, Granger. Now that I have you where I want you, we WILL be married. The Dark Lord has already approved our union. I understand where you are coming from, though. Of course, you'll want to finish your education. No doubt, you'll want to work for a while as well. I'm still working my way up the ranks in the Quidditch league. I'm not ready for children yet, myself, but it never hurts to have a backup plan." He reached over and tapped the tip of her nose playfully. She wrinkled it at him, then turned her attention back to the elf.
"It's good to meet you, Mims. I look forward to getting to know you better." Hermione said to the little creature. Mims transferred her adoring gaze to Hermione.
"Is little missy hungry? Mims will be happy to bring food. And drink." Hermione smiled. The elf was obviously well trained.
"I could go for some treacle tarts right now." Hermione admitted.
"Neither of us ate last night or this morning, Mims. We need some food. The treacle tarts will be our dessert." Thorfinn told Mims as he lazily waved a hand at her. "Pumpkin juice, butterbeer or firewhiskey?"
"Either pumpkin juice or butterbeer." Hermione answered him.
"Bring us all three, Mims." Thorfinn told the elf as she prepared to leave.
"Now, where were we?" he mused as he wrapped both of her hands around himself. Showing her how squeeze then release as she moved her hands up and down almost sent him over the edge. She watched his breath deepen and his eyes dilate as she continued. She squeaked in surprise as he sat up, facing her. His hands slid to the tops of her thighs. She lost track of what she was doing as she tracked the path of his hands.
As she grabbed his hands again, he pulled away from her this time. "You know what my mother told me one time?" While he talked to her, he eased a hand behind him and summoned two rings into his hand. Now, to complete their bond.
Hermione tilted her head. "No, what does your mother have to do with this?"
"She told me something one time, about a young woman's body. She said, because of my size, I'd need to prepare my bride to receive me. I'm sure you know where you'll be receiving me." He slid one hand back up her legs. "I need to help your body stretch enough to not hurt you too bad. This will be your first time. There's no way to completely erase the pain. But I can make it slightly easier to bear." He put her hands back on himself as he stroked his hand over her center.
"I don't think I'll be able to stretch that much. It'll hurt too much. I'm not good with pain." She said, eyeing him nervously.
He started rubbing her gently. "That's why I need to help you, Princess, it's part of our bond. Let me show you how good it can be."
He smiled as she gasped and her head fell back. He nuzzled her neck and kissed his way back up her jawline. With his thumb, he kept up a stimulating massage on her sweet spot. He inserted a finger to begin stretching her enough to accept him. She moaned softly and stiffened as she felt the pressure. He made sure to let her relax before he continued. The further in he went, the more she relaxed. Finally, he put a second finger in. She instantly stiffened back up. He went through the entire routine again.
Once he had her gasping in pleasure, he laid her back and wandlessly cast a Contraceptive charm. He pulled her hands up above her head. He slid the fingers of his left hand around her left hand. He slid one ring onto his ring finger and the other went onto Hermione's ring finger. Then he guided her right hand back down to wrap around him again. As her hand closed around him, he spoke against her ear, "Guide me in, baby girl, show me the way." She put his tip against her and lifted her hips. The head easily slid in. He kept pushing slowly until he felt her tightening. This was where it got tricky. He could either push on through the narrow passage completely or he could take it inch by inch. One way would hurt her but a brief few minutes and then ease off. The other would hurt her too much. "I'm sorry, baby girl. This is going to hurt but it's the best way." With those words, he shoved through and buried himself within her. As he did, he kissed her. It effectively muffled her scream of pain.
Then he glanced over her head. Their joined left hands were bathed in a soft golden light. He smiled contentedly. The fact that it was a golden light was a good sign. Had it been any other color, he'd have been worried about her being able to break the bond. The golden light, however, made their bond permanent. He forced himself to stay still. Now if he could just get her through this first time without too much more pain. He couldn't help feeling her trying to pull away from him.
"It hurts! Please stop! I can't do this!" she sobbed quietly. He wiped away her tears as he waited. Finally she stopped struggling.
"Shush, it's alright, baby girl." He nibbled on her lobe, then kissed her. Her hand was clenched in his hair once more, but he didn't mind. So long as their left hands stayed joined until the end, he couldn't care less if she pulled all of his hair out. He rubbed his right hand over her breasts again. As he played with them, he alternated between her lips and her lobes. She finally relaxed enough for him to start moving again. He pulled back only slightly. If he stayed mostly inside the passage he'd just widened, it would help her stretch faster and easier the next time. He could feel a sticky wetness loosening the way. He knew it would be blood, proof positive that this had been her first time. He began pumping very slowly as she wiggled around, feeling the moisture as well.
Before long, he had her gasping in pleasure, not a care in the world. He sped up as he felt himself tightening. They cried out in unison as they fell into a world of pleasure. He tried to move off of her, then stayed as she wrapped her legs around him.
"Does this mean you enjoyed it, baby girl?" he chuckled. She blushed bright red and buried her face against his shoulder. He raised up and rolled off her. He came off the bed and walked over to the inner door. He opened the door, waved his hand inside and came back to the bed. He reached down, picked her up and carried her into the loo. He'd set the tub to filling up.
"A nice, warm bath will help ease some of the soreness you'll feel soon." He stepped into the tub and sat down with her in his lap. He slid them down until the water touched their chins. She sighed happily at the steaming hot water surrounding her. This was the one thing that had always relaxed her. She did her best thinking in a steaming hot bath.
She rubbed her hand up and down his arm. He had the toned, muscular body of a Quidditch player, even though he hadn't played in a couple of months. "When are you going back to playing Quidditch?"
"When this whole war is settled. Win, lose or draw, it has to end soon. The Bats are getting impatient for him to send me back." He cupped some water in his hands and dropped it into her hair. She rolled her head from side to side to get her hair completely wet. He opened a bottle of shampoo, drizzling a large amount into his hand. He ducked his own head under as she reached for the shampoo. They lathered each other's hair as they continued talking.
"Do you think they'll reopen Hogwarts?" she asked, having been shanghaied away before the rebuilding discussion.
"Yes, that's why we raced down there to get the pitch fire out. Wouldn't be much use to do that and NOT reopen the school, right?" he shrugged. She conceded the point.
"So, you already know that I would want to go back to school and work for a while. If I do go back to Hogwarts, how would that work out since you seem keen for this marriage to happen?" she watched him grin slyly and her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Easy. I would move from Ballycastle to Hogsmeade. We'd get a house in the village for your holidays. I'll still be traveling with the Bats and you'll be in school. We'd live in the village for your holidays then back to work and school." He leaned forward. "Seriously, Granger, we can make this work. All it takes is a little compromise here and there. We can do this!" As they finished their bath, they heard the tinkle of silverware from the bedroom. "Ah, that will be Mims with our meal." He stood, stepped out and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around his hips, he grabbed another, holding it up for Hermione. She stepped out of the tub and into his arms. He leaned down, kissed her and turned them both to the mirror. She still hadn't noticed her new accessory.
He allowed her to brush his hair and braid two thick braids down from each temple. If playing with his hair kept her in a good mood, he'd let her style it any way she wanted to. He gently ran a brush through her hair and put it into a thick plait down her back. He transfigured their towels into dressing robes. Then they sat down to eat. The little elf had outdone herself, bringing strawberries and cream as well as red and white wine to add to the feast they had ordered.