The day after the Order moved Harry to the Burrow, Hermione rounded up Harry and Ron to discuss bringing Brynjar and Asta with them on their horcrux hunt. She dreaded the retaliation she knows she will be met with, but in the end she knew she would win, like always.
"Harry! Ron!" Hermione called as nonchalantly as she could, so Mrs Weasley wouldn't find a reason to separate them. Mrs Weasley has been trying to keep the three of them separate after hearing they are all dropping out of Hogwarts.
Harry and Ron poked their heads out over the railing, looking down at Hermione quizzically, until she gestured her head towards the front door. Then Harry and Ron nodded and set off down the stairs to follow Hermione outside. On their way down the stairs they could hear Mrs Weasley and Fleur fussing over Ginny's dress, making Harry's mind wander.
"Really Ginny, this neckline is far too low!" Mrs Weasley shouted at Ginny behind Ginny's closed door.
"I'm not a nun! Why can't I wear a low neckline?" Ginny shouted back, clearly annoyed at being told how to dress.
"You don't need to put yourself on display!" Mrs Weasley Countered.
"Eet eeze fine! I sink she looks very good!" Fleur chimed in for the first time, before Harry and Ron were walking out of the front door.
Harry could barely fight back the urge to run back upstairs and peek into Ginny's room, to see how low cut the dress actually is. The image his mind concocted, made him have to discreetly adjust himself before they met Hermione.
Finally Harry and Ron found Hermione pacing back and forth in between two trees, waiting for them to catch up to her. When she finally noticed they had found her, she began to wring her hands, nervous about the impending conversation.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Ron asked, snapping Harry out of his fantasy world.
"Are you alright Hermione?" Harry asked, eyeing her carefully, as he moved closer to her.
Hermione swallowed hard, before looking between each of their faces, then down at her hands.
"Yes, I'm fine." She replied as she leaned back against the tree. "I was just wondering what the both of you think of Asta and Brynjar?"
"They seem alright, why?" Harry asked, confused as to why she cares what they think of the Mad-eyes cousin and her boyfriend.
"Have you figured out what the name Akeldama is tied to yet?" Hermione asked nervously, even though she knew that he hadn't yet.
"No, I can't remember where I heard it from!" Harry said, still bothered by not being able to figure out where he knows that name from.
"Come on Harry!" Ron said exasperatedly, turning Harry so he was facing him. "Akeldama?! Abraxus Akeldama? The Viking King that almost completely wiped out the muggleborn population in the Weastern hemisphere a little over a hundred years ago!"
"Are you serious?" Harry asked, looking between Ron and Hermione. "That's Asta's anscestor? An older version of Voldemort?"
"Well they are not like that anymore!" Hermione exclaimed, moving towards Harry and Ron. "After they overthrew Abraxus the First's great grandchildren, they went into hiding and have spent the last 136 years trying to right the wrongs their ancestors committed! The entirety of her village wants to be part of the magical community again, and they want Voldemort to fall." Hermione paused briefly to catch her breath and let what she was saying sink in, before speaking to Harry. "Harry, they want to help us."
"What?" Harry asked through squinted eyes. "You told them what we were doing? Why would you-"
"I didn't tell them what we were doing! I told them we, Ron and I, were accompanying you while you worked to bring down Voldemort!" Hermione interjected, feeling insulted that Harry would think she would betray him like that. "I interrogated them Harry, and they are sincere in their offer to help protect and aid us while we are off on our hunt!" Hermione paused again, this time to gauge Harry's feelings on what she was saying. "I told them I would love to have them accompany us, but the final decision is yours."
Harry sighed and rubbed his temples impatiently, angry with Hermione for offering something that wasn't her to offer. He knows her heart is in the right place but why did she have to offer that to people he doesn't even know! They kept everyone disguised as him safe, he couldn't argue with that, he was GRATEFUL for that!
Just as Harry was about to tell Hermione to go find Asta and Brynjar, when Asta came bounding toward Hermione. Stopping short when she noticed that Hermione was not alone.
"Hermione! I have a message for you from….. Cuyler." Asta trailed off, afraid she had interrupted a private meeting. "Sorry, I didn't see you guys here with her. I'll just go-"
"It's actually perfect timing." Harry said in a very monotone voice.
"It is? Are you sure? I can come back." Asta said wearily as she handed Hermione the letter the she received from Cuyler.
"No, I actually would like to talk to you and Brynjar if you don't mind." Harry said flatly, looking at Asta imploringly.
"Oh… Ok… Perfect! I'll just uhhh, I'll just go get Brynjar then!" Asta said impassively. "Do you want us to meet you back here? Do you want to speak with us in our tent? Where would you like to do this?"
"Your tent would be nice, if you two don't mind." Harry said flatly, looking as impassive as Asta.ermionethe lejj
"Sure. You want blondie gone, knocked out, don't care if he's there?" Asta asked, with a raised brow.
"I'd rather he not know what we are talking about." Harry replied, scratching the back of his neck.
"Which is the nice way of saying knock him out." Asta said with a playful smirk. "Done. We will see you in five minutes, that good?"
"Yeah, perfect." Harry replied, as he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.
Asta couldn't help but feel bad for him, the weight of the world on his shoulders, missing out on a childhood, not that she could talk. But this poor kid has to fight a grown-up's fight, a fight he didn't start or want. She could feel the stress and anxiety emanating off him from ten feet away, and she had a feeling she and Brynjar were just adding to it.
"So did your friends find Mundungus?" Malfoy asked Brynjar nonchalantly as he lowered himself down on to his bed.
"Not yet but they only just started." Brynjar grunted as he started his second set of pull-ups on a free-floating bar in the middle of the tent. "They'll find him soon enough, he's not the first man to be hunted down by us," Brynjar grunted out again before dropping to the floor, dripping with sweat, "and he won't be the last either."
"How long do you think it will take them to find him?" Malfoy asked completely disinterested, as he flipped through a book on the history of Asta's bloodline.
"I'll give it about another week and a half, two weeks tops." Brynjar declared proudly as he started doing sit-ups. "Our friends… are good at finding… wanted witches and wizards… in a timely manner."
Malfoy wasn't that impressed by that time frame. He's seen Death Eaters go out and find someone in a single night before. Two weeks? That's not as impressive as the big guy thinks it is. Just as though Brynjar was reading his mind, two weeks went from not impressive to impressive and sadistic.
"Though, we could easily turn them over to the King within a single day just, we enjoy fucking with their heads." Brynjar began with a devilish grin on his face as he sat himself upright, so he was hugging his knees. "Even people who know about magic, and disappearing and reappearing within the blink of an eye, can be tricked into thinking they are seeing shit that isn't really there."
"You make them panic? Make them paranoid?" Malfoy asked with slightly heightened level of intrigue.
"Yeah." Brynjar said with a smirk. "It's fun to watch a man, who knows sooner or later he is going to be caught for his crimes, mentally deteriorate. We only do that to men and women who murder, rape, or beat a member of our village. If they only steal from someone in the village we just bring them back and the King and the seasoned men deal with them."
Malfoy could just laugh at the irony of how similar the Viking and Death Eaters are, with ever so slight differences, it was amusing. Before Brynjar could ask Malfoy what was so funny, Asta came through the tent flap with a sense of purpose and stunned Malfoy where he sat as she made her way towards Brynjar.
"As much as I LOVE seeing you like this, you need to get cleaned up because Harry, Ron, and Hermione are coming in about five minutes to talk to us." Asta announced as she waved her hand around the tent and everything began to tidy itself up and go back to their designated places. "Do you remember what the incantation for the white noise charm is? I want to put the charm on Blondie here before Harry gets here."
"Strepitus Album." Brynjar called out as he pulled on a shirt Asta had thrown at him.
"Right. Why can't I remember that one!" Asta called out as she made her way over to Malfoy who was slumped over in the chair he had previously been reading in. "Strepitus Album." Asta said firmly as she waved her hand around Malfoy's head, hoping this was sufficient enough to prevent him from potentially retaining anything said while in his unconscious state.
Brynjar and Asta walked around the tent to make sure that everything was put away in its proper place, while also taking the time to lay Malfoy in his bed, before going out to meet the trio outside their tents barriers.
"You think this is a good talk, or a bad talk?" Brynjar asked quietly as he watched the trio come walking towards their tent, all three looking heated and irritable.
"I have no idea." Asta replied looking nervously towards the trio came closer to their tent.
"Brilliant." Brynjar said sarcastically as he raked his hands through his hair and down his face, as the trio finally reached their tent.
"Come on in." Asta offered, holding the tent flap open for the three of them to walk in first.
Harry led the way into the tent, with the other four following in his wake.
When Harry got inside the tent he was searching the tent for Malfoy, knowing full well he was somewhere in the tent. As though he was reading his mind, Brynjar explained why Malfoy was out of sight.
"We stunned him and cast the white noise charm on him so he can't retain anything that may be said in his unconscious state." Brynjar began to explain, gesturing towards what looked like the side of a tent. "He's in his bunk, unconscious."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all nodded in understanding before Hermione cast a silencing charm around the main part of the room; just as an extra precautionary measure.
"So what did you want to talk to us about Harry?" Asta asked kindly as she gestured for them to take a seat.
"Well Hermione told me that you and Brynjar want to help the three of us with our task, is that true?" Harry asked as he raked his hands through his hair, obviously stressed out about this whole situation.
"Yes. That is true." Brynjar said flatly, leaning forward on his seat resting his elbows on his knees.
"But you are perfectly fine with not knowing what we are doing?" Harry asked in a confused tone. "Just willing to blindly follow us, even if what we are doing could be illegal?"
"We come from a line of Viking's remember?" Asta said sarcastically, looking between the trio and Brynjar. "We aren't exactly new to the whole following people blindly or breaking the law."
Harry rubbed his face with his hands, completely torn up inside, unsure of what to do. The two of them proved to be very skilled and effective in protecting people and dueling; but on the same token, if he allows them to tag along that's two more people he has to worry about losing.
Harry looked between the two Viking's who helped get him and his friends to the burrow safely, with the exception of Mad-Eye, and he saw that they were battle hardened already. All the scars all over the guys' arms, the scar on the girls face, and both of them had small streaks of grey in their hair at such a young age. It was obvious that they can handle the stress of living on the run, and being under barrages of wand fire; he just wasn't sure he could handle the guilt if anyone who accompanied him got hurt or died because of him.
"If I agreed to have you two come with Ron, Hermione and me; what would you require to know?" Harry asked blankly, looking between the two Viking's almost impatiently. "There has to be something you will require to be told."
Brynjar and Asta looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
"Well," Brynjar began, looking at Asta one last time before pressing on, "id anything we will require that if we are bombarded or cornered, and we tell you to apparate away from wherever the danger is; that you squeeze the pendants we gave you the other night so we can find you when we are done." Brynjar finished, looking into each of the trio members' eyes.
"That's all you will require to be told?" Harry asked in disbelief. "You don't want to know what we are doing, or why we are doing what we are doing?"
"Well we know why." Asta stated flatly, causing Harry to whip his head around towards Hermione, assuming she let something slip about the horcruxes. "You are going to do whatever it is you are doing to do, to bring down the Snakeman."
"So Hermione told you nothing about what we are set out to do, other than to bring down Voldemort?" Harry asked curiously, still unsure of their proposition.
"Correct." Asta said flatly. "All's we know is you three are going on the run to do whatever it is you are going to do in efforts to bring down the Snakeman. We don't know the specifics, we just know the end goal is to bring down Snakeman."
Harry nodded slightly, feeling a little better that they have no idea that they are looking for horcruxes. Still unsure of what to do, he gets up from his seat and starts pacing the tent, wracking his brain as to what the best decision would be.
"Perhaps you would like to take some time to mull this over? After all this was just sprung on you." Brynjar said sympathetically as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"The thing is we don't have a lot of time for me to think things over." Harry said slightly annoyed at the lack of quiet for him to think and process everything. "If this all wasn't a castle sized weight on my shoulders, I would take the time to think about all of this."
"Harry?" Hermione called softly, grabbing him by the upper arm and turning him to face her. "We have to stay until after the wedding, you have all of this week to think about it."
"Yeah, mate." Ron chimed in, looking uncomfortable. "You can think about it for a few days, they aren't in a hurry for an answer, right?"
"Right!" Asta and Brynjar said in unison, both trying to look as sympathetic as possible.
"We don't expect an answer right away! Please take your time! Talk it over with your friends, and let us know when you feel comfortable with your decision." Asta said kindly, trying to not stress the poor kid out more than he already is.
"Alright." Harry said flatly, nodding curtly in the Vikings' direction. "I will talk it over with Ron and Hermione and let you know when we reach a decision."
"Perfect!" Brynjar said jubilantly as he rose to his feet, and clapped his hands lightly.
"In the meantime, if any of you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask." Asta offered kindly before following the trio out of the tent.
"Thank you." Harry said kindly, turning to shake Asta's hand politely. "We will let you know what we decided in a few days."
"We look forward to hearing your decision." Asta said as Harry turned to walk back towards the house with his friends.
"He wants to say no, I can tell." Brynjar said softly as he came to stand next to Asta, wrapping his arm around her waist as they watched the trio make their way back to the Weasley house.
"I know." Asta said firmly, wishing there was something more that they could do to convince Harry of their loyalty and sincerity. "We just have to hope that Hermione can convince him we are sincere and good on our word."
"Hopefully." Brynjar agreed, bringing his hand up to rub the top of her back in attempt to comfort her. "From the rumors we have heard about the three of them when they were at school, they listen to her every word in regards to life or death situations. We can only assume and hope that they will listen to her now."
"I'm hoping Cuyler will be able to aid in convincing her more, so she will feel more comfortable in convincing her friends." Asta said sadly as she leaned into Brynjar's torso, before being pushed away slightly by Brynjar, who was looking at her with a slight mixture of outrage and shock. "What?"
"Did you really ask Cuyler to talk us up to Hermione? Are you out of your bloody mind?!" Brynjar began to raise his voice slightly, completely taken by surprise at the dirty underhanded steps Asta was taking to make sure they were able to accompany Harry and his friends. "Do you realize how suspicious that will-"
"Are you mental!" Asta shouted back at Brynjar, cutting him off. She was offended that Brynjar would think that she was trying to use Hermione's feeling for Cuyler to get what she wanted. "No I didn't ask Cuyler to talk us up to Hermione! I'm hoping she asks him for confirmation of our sincerity and asks for Cuyler's opinion as to what they should do! I didn't ask Cuyler to do anything to aid us with OUR task!" Asta continued, still shocked at his insinuation. "I may fight dirty, but I would never do something so manipulative and underhanded as use a…. well, for lack of better word, friends feeling to my advantage! I'm not that cold!"
Brynjar watched her face contort into genuine hurt, even though she tried to mask it with anger. He started to soften his feature and his muscles, and moved towards Asta, who backed away from him. He should be used to what Asta's sensitive spots are by now, but it never fails. At least a couple times a year he always forgets she's not had a normal, Viking, upbringing. He always forgets how very little girl friends she had growing up, and now still. He forgets that she is treated like an outcast by all the girls in their village, well except for Taylor, for something that wasn't even her fault.
Remembering why Asta is the way she is made Brynjar's blood start to boil dangerously. He remembered what Asta's mother put her though for ten years, he remembered was Vashti had done that had turned the girls in the village against her, and he remembered what Audhild did to her in front of the entire village that made Asta start cutting herself again. He remembered it all, and right before he blew up and disintegrated everything in their tent; he felt a small gentle hand on his cheek, and dropped his gaze down to Asta's and instantly calmed.
"I'm sorry." Brynjar whispered, as he pulled Asta into his arms and squeezed her tightly to him. He knew he didn't need to explain what he was apologizing for. He knew she knew why he was saying he was sorry, even though everything he was apologizing for was not his fault.
"You have no reason to apologize." Asta said softly as she rubbed small circles in the middle of his back. "You weren't the cause of any of my pain when we were younger." As she finished, she felt Brynjar squeeze her tighter before placing a kiss on the top of her head.
"I know." Brynjar said as he pulled away from Asta and walked to the middle of the tent, running his hands through his hair before stroking his beard nervously. "Do you think she will be able to convince them we are trust worthy?" Brynjar asked Asta, nervously looking between the tent flap and Asta.
"I'm sure she will." Came the groggy voice of Malfoy from inside the tent, causing both Viking's to quickly spin around to face the previously unconscious man. "They both treat Granger's word like gold."
"How long were you awake?" Brynjar snapped, training his would-be wand hand on Malfoy's face. "How much did you hear?"
"I didn't hear anything except for you two saying Potter wants to say no." Malfoy said firmly, growing more and more accustomed to their rapid demeanor change. "For Merlin's sake lower your hand!" Malfoy snapped, flopping back onto his bed in frustration. "Even if I had heard anything, what could I possibly do with that information? I can't leave the tent!"
Brynjar lowered his hand slowly, eyeing Malfoy warily as he did before turning back to look at Asta, who looked amused.
"What are you smirking about?" Brynjar asked with a slight smirk of his own, but nonetheless slightly confused.
"His losing his fear of us slowly but surely." Asta said smartly, making Brynjar's smirk disappear, as she turned and began to walk out of the tent flap.
"Where are you going?" Brynjar called after her.
"Going to see if Mrs Weasley would like some extra help preparing for the wedding this Saturday." Asta said, smiling at Brynjar's annoyance with Malfoy's lack of fear of them.
"Hold up! I'll come with you!" Brynjar shouted, before jumping up and bounding out of the tent after her, leaving Malfoy alone.
"Finally!" Malfoy said quietly to himself, as he got up off the bed and made his way to the tents bathroom, and turned on the shower.
He began to disrobe and as he took his shirt off, he remembered the way Hermione looked at him, back at Mad-Eyes house, when she saw him with no shirt on and he felt a slight tightness in his pants.
"Wonderful." Malfoy grumbled as he undid the drawstring on his pajama pants before pulling them down. "Just was I need, a fucking hard-on and no girl around to take care of it." Malfoy continued as he tried to push Hermione out of his head, not wanting to think of the heartache of knowing she wanted someone else.
Malfoy stepped into the hot shower and closed his eyes and tried to imagine being anywhere else in the world. He tried to imagine being in that brothel in Paris, enjoying the company of the brown hair beauty Veronica, but every time he tried to picture her face, he saw Hermiones'.
As he recalled his bought with Veronica, he recalled how sexy she looked as she was riding him like her life depended on it. Her breasts bouncing up and down rapidly as she called his name, made his cock ache for release. As he imagined being thoroughly fucked by Veronica, his focus went from Veronica's amazing breasts, back up to her face. Only when he looked up at her face, it wasn't her face again. It was Hermione's face, contorted in pleasure brought on by his cock.
Malfoy gave up on fighting the urge to not let Hermione take over his thoughts, it was clear he was fighting a lost battle.
"Mmmmmm." Malfoy moaned as he let Hermione's voice replace Veronica's in his head. Hearing Hermione beg him to fuck her harder was the sexiest thing he had ever heard, even if he never actually hear her say those words.
He reached his hand down to his aching cock and wrapped his hand around it and groaned at the relief he felt from the pressure around his cock.
"Fuuuuuck…." Malfoy moaned as he began to stroke his massive length slowly. "Mmmm Hermione…" Malfoy groaned as he pictured her now sucking him off. The thought of Hemiones' head bobbing away on his cock, caused his imagination to take over his logical mind. Malfoy was lost in his fantasy, wishing every second of it was really happening.
Fantasy:
Hermione pulled Malfoy's cock completely out of her mouth, lowered her head down towards his balls, and dragged the tip of her tongue across his sack; making Draco shiver and groan needily.
"Mmmm that was very mean, you naughty, naughty girl." Malfoy growled hungrily as he flipped Hermione on her back, and pinned her arms down with his as he kissed and bit her neck.
"Yeah?" Hermione replied cheekily, before moaning as Malfoy gently bit her pulse point. "What are you going to do about it?" Hermione asked seductively as he pushed her hips up into Malfoy's making him groan.
Malfoy grabbed his wand off of the end stand next to the bed and muttered, "Ligabis eum", causing ropes to bind Hermione's wrists to the head board, and her ankles to the foot of the bed.
Hermione looked at her bonds with a nervous yet hungry look in her eyes, before looking at Malfoy with anticipation.
"Now it's my turn to be mean." Malfoy grunted seductively as he brought he face level with hers, before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. He then slowly started slowly kissing his way down her neck, eliciting moan after moan from her lips, and making her roll her hips needily in effort to feel pressure from Malfoy's hips.
He kissed his way down her collarbone towards the middle of her chest, then began to kiss his way down her chest, stopping when he was in between her breasts. He kissed his way over to her right breast, taking extra care to torturously tease the rosy bud atop the perfect mound, until she begged him to move on. He took care to make sure he paid the left breast the same amount of attention before continuing his trail of kisses down her torso.
Finally he reached the part of her he was most eager to acquaint himself with, and hovered over that spot closely, eyeing Hermione's face hungrily, watching her reaction to feeling him so close but not touching her. He waited for her to begin to beg before dipping his head toward her core.
"Please Draco!" Hermione begged, barely able to stand feeling his hot breath on her core without any pressure to satisfy her hunger. "Lick me-Ohh!" Hermione exclaimed as Malfoy flicked his tongue lightly against her dripping pink flesh.
Malfoy continued to lightly flick his tongue against her pink flesh, eliciting a needy moan from her each time he did it, making his cock ache each time she moaned. After a few more light flicks of his tongue he began licking her, with a flat tongue, from her entrance to her clit making her call out his name as she tried to rock her hips against his tongue.
"Ohhh Draco, YES!" Hermione moaned loudly, as she tried to entice him to continue what he was doing.
"Does that feel good Love?" Malfoy said teasingly as he licked her once more from her entrance to her clit, eliciting a long throaty, needy, desperate moan.
"Yes! Oh please keep doing that!" Hermione begged as she rolled her hips with more fervor.
"Ohhhh I have something else in mind." Malfoy said as he slid up her body and place the head of his throbbing cock against her lips and said, "Suck it off, and I'll let you come."
Hermione got a mischievous grin on her face and stuck her tongue out, and began to tease his erection with her tongue. She licked his cock lightly from base to tip, making Malfoy tremble at her touch.
"I can give you the best blow job you'll ever have, but you have to untie me baby." Hermione said seductively, with a hungry look in her eyes, making Malfoy release her bonds with a sense of urgency.
As soon as she was released from her bonds, she shoved Malfoy down onto the bed, and let him adjust himself so he was comfortable, before lowering her head and taking him COMPLETELY into her mouth. Malfoy threw his head back against the headboard, moaning as he finally was feeling the pressure his throbbing cock had been demanding.
He watched as she bobbed away on his cock, placing his hand on the back of her head, pushing her head further and further down his cock. He heard and felt her gag on him, the combination of the sound and the feeling of her throat constricting around his head, making him repeat the action and say dirty things to her.
"Fuck!" Malfoy groaned as he lightly pushed her head down again greedily. "That's it… Suck my fucking cock… Fuck yes!" Malfoy growled as he felt his release getting closer.
Reality:
"That's it Hermione… Faster… Faster… I'm gunna come… I'm gunna come… Yes! Oh yes HERMIONE!" Malfoy cried as heshot his seed against the shower curtain, just as there was a crash outside the bathroom making Malfoy freeze.
Knowing whoever it was that heard him, most likely was still there and there was no escaping the ridicule he was sure to face, he peeked out of the curtain and saw none other than Hermione standing in the main part of the tent looking in at him.
Her face was completely red as she stood there trembling, unable to believe what she was hearing. Draco Malfoy was pleasuring himself while thinking about her! She knows now that he has feelings for her but she didn't think that he would imagine her doing things to him to… pleasure himself.
She didn't know what to do now. They were both staring at each other, both equally embarrassed, both equally unsure of what to do. She couldn't help but admit it was quite…. Arousing to hear him call out her name in a good way.
"Um… I'm sorry… I was grabbing Brynjar's pouch… I… I didn't mean to… Um… Sorry…" Hermione stuttered before bolting out of the tent, only to return briefly to grab Brynjar's pouch off of the floor, and bolt back out.
Malfoy fumbled for his towel, wrapped it around his waist, and sank down to the floor burying his face in his hands.
"Fucking great… Idiot…" Malfoy said to himself as he pushed himself up off the floor and made his way out of the bathroom. "Well that ruined any chance I ever had with her." Malfoy stated as he flopped himself back down onto his bed and drew the curtains around him.
"Is there anything else you need done Mrs Weasley?" Brynjar asked as he stuck his head in the front door of the burrow.
"You can't be done already!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed with a look of disbelief plastered on her face. "I gave you and Asta five tasks that needed doing! Three of which are a lot of work!"
"But we are done ma'am." Brynjar said matter of factly. "Would you like to come and inspect our work?"
"Would you mind?" Mrs Weasley asked kindly, as she dropped the socks she was beginning to fold.
"Not at all ma'am." Brynjar said sincerely as he gestured for Mrs Weasley to take the lead.
Mrs Weasley made her way towards the front door and when she stepped out she couldn't believe her eyes.
She had asked them to: prune the flower beds by the house and clear out the old cauldron and ratty old boots and other objects from the flower beds, de-gnome the garden, weed and tidy up the garden, put up the new white archway for the garden entrance, and prepare the area Fleur had picked for the tent placement.
As she walked outside she saw that everything she asked them to do was done, and it was all done immaculately! She could have sworn that if they had done their tasks any better her yard would have sparkled!
"Well I'll be… You two did an amazing job! Everything looks beautiful!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed as she walked around her yard.
"Thank you Mrs Weasley." Asta said sweetly as she beamed up at Brynjar, who returned her smile. "Is there anything else you need done?" Asta asked, snapping Mrs Weasley out of her trance.
"What? Oh! No, there is nothing left to be done for today Dears, you have done everything!" Mrs Weasley said still amazed at how well and how quickly they did what she asked.
"Ok, but if you think of anything you need done let us know." Brynjar said sweetly as he directed Asta back to their tent.
"I will Dears. Thank you for all your help, it really is appreciated." Mrs Weasley replied sweetly, before turning to go back into the house.
The next few days went by quickly, a lot of laughing, a lot of cleaning, preparing and emotions. Brynjar and Asta were full of excitement on Wednesday when Harry told them that the three of them agreed to allow them to accompany on their travels. They began talking plans of how best to travel with Malfoy in tow, and how to keep them all safe almost immediately.
Eventually Asta and Brynjar found out what happened Sunday when Hermione went to fetch Brynjar's pouch for him, and as expected Brynjar busted Malfoy's balls for it.
"You going to be able to control yourself tomorrow?" Brynjar asked Malfoy teasingly Friday night.
"What?" Malfoy asked, completely confused.
"Hermione's going to be in a pretty dress mate. I just want to make sure I won't come in here to find you tugging on yourself at the image of her in her dress." Brynjar teased, barely containing his laughter.
"How did you find out about that?" Malfoy asked angrily, loathing that they wouldn't just kill him and end it all.
"You let your guard down the other day." Brynjar said with a smirk as he leaned forward in his seat so his elbows were leaning on his knees. "Asta is actually the one who saw it, she could barely contain her laughter." Brynjar added, looking far to amused at Malfoy's expense/.
"What the fuck…" Malfoy exclaimed as he buried his head in his hands. "Why me?"
"If it makes you feel better, she didn't see the size of it." Brynjar said with a smirk. "She just heard you moaning her name and then you seeing her standing in the middle of the tent."
"That's good for you, I suppose." Malfoy said cockily, tired of the jabs being made at him.
"How is that?" Brynjar said with a cheeky smirk.
"Well if she had seen the size of it, she might be disappointed when she saw yours again." Malfoy said with smirk mimicking the one on Brynjar's face.
"Fuck you she'd be disappointed!" Brynjar exclaimed loudly before shoving Malfoy's shoulder playfully. "Mate I got a nine-and-a-half-inch dick. There is no way she could be disappointed if she saw yours."
"You're fully of shit!" Malfoy said laughing as he threw a pillow at Brynjar's head.
"Why would I lie? What good would it do me?" Brynjar said as he put his hands on the back of his head.
"Yeah, whatever you say." Malfoy said with a smile. Feeling, for the first time in a long time, that his life was normal again. "You eager to see your killing machine of a girlfriend in a dress?"
Brynjar's eyes lit up at the mention of Asta and her dress, he was very eager to see her in a dress for the first time. He just kept imagining Asta in a tight fitting short black dress with a low-cut neckline, easy to maneuver in, even easier to have a quickie in.
"Very eager to see her in a dress, very, very eager." Brynjar said as he shifted in his chair so he was sitting forward. "She's got the perfect body for a dress, and for anything really."
"Are you going to be able to control yourself around Asta tomorrow while she's wearing a pretty dress?" Malfoy asked cheekily, knowing all too well the look in the big guys eyes.
"Absolutely not!" Brynjar exclaimed with a cocky smirk. "I can guarantee that I am going to sneak off with her for a quickie more than once tomorrow."
Malfoy just laughed thinking that the big guy was joking, until he looked at Brynjar and saw confusion on his face.
"You think I'm joking?" Brynjar asked confusedly. "I am quite serious. I have never seen her in a dress, and I know she will look so sexy, and so beautiful I will have her more than once tomorrow."
"Oh.. I wasn't expecting an honest answer.." Malfoy said uneasily, as he rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. "I was expecting you to say something like, 'yes I have self control' or 'I'm not an impulsive child'."
"Again, what good would lying do?" Brynjar said flatly as he stood up and made his way towards the bathroom, and removed his shirt. "I'm going in for shower. I got a big day tomorrow."
Just as Brynjar finished his sentence, Asta came through the tent flap and Brynjar stopped dead in his tracks.
Asta's hair was draped over her left shoulder in loose waves, the right side of her head had four plaits tight to her scalp, and wrapping around to the back of her head. Her makeup was fully done; natural colored smoky eye shadow on her lids, cat-eye eyeliner, mascara that made her lashed look even longer than they already are. Her face was contoured and highlighted in just the right ways that she looked like a Goddess. Her lips were colored a vibrant ruby red color that complimented her almost full lips beautifully. She looked perfect.
"Not one word." Asta growled through clenched teeth as she stalked towards the bathroom. "Hermione, Ginny, and the bride wanted to do a trial run for hair and makeup and they did this to me! I look ridiculous!"
Brynjar looked as though he had just gotten sucker punched, as he watched her walk towards him, and squeeze past him to wash her face off.
Brynjar closed the flap to the bathroom behind her, grabbed her hand and spun her into him, before kissing her feverishly. He lifted her off her feet, turned the soft material of the side of the tent into a hard-sturdy wall, and pushed her up against the wall.
"What…has gotten… into you?" Asta asked Brynjar in between kisses, trying to get him to stop for a minute.
"You look beautiful." Brynjar grunted as he carefully removed her shirt, so as to not disrupt her makeup or hair. "Is this what your hair and makeup will look like tomorrow?" Brynjar asked as he undid his belt and button of his pants, now that Asta was completely undressed.
"Yes… I believe so.. Why?" Asta panted between kisses.
Brynjar growled as he thrust into Asta greedily, as he crashed his lips down onto hers. He couldn't help himself. He's seeing sides of her he never thought he would ever see, and he loves what he sees.
"You might want to practice your Gift of Thor for tomorrow." Brynjar grunted as he elicited long throaty moans from Asta. "You're going to need it to fend me off between the hair, the makeup, and the mysterious dress you won't let me see…. Mmmmm… I don't think I'll be able to control myself."
"Fuck Brynjar…." Asta groaned as she angled her hips to better serve Brynjar's actions. "Fuck… Control yourself for one minute…" Asta said raggedly as she cast a contraceptive charm on herself, and just in time. Barely two minutes later, Brynjar shot his seed up into her, making her reach her climax right after him.
Both of them panting, and sweating, they slid down the magicked wall and just curled into each other. As if on cue, the moment was ruined by Malfoy who shouted at them from the other side of the bathroom flap.
"Next time remember the silencing charm! I DID NOT need to hear that!" Malfoy shouted, making Brynjar and Asta laugh. "It's not funny!"
"No it kind of is." Brynjar shouted back as he turned on the shower for Asta and himself. "I can't wait for tomorrow." Brynjar teased as he poked Asta's sides playfully while she undid her plaits.
"Oh calm down! I'm just going to be in a dress, it's not like I'll be getting dipped in gold!" Asta chided as she pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into nice warm water, sighing contently.
"Wait, is that an option?" Brynjar asked playfully before stepping into the shower behind her.