She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did they honestly expect her to just go along with this? It was archaic! It was positively barbaric! The age of forced marriages had ended centuries ago! And the man they expected her to marry, did they not know how much he valued his freedom? He'd been locked up for years, most of his own youth and now within hours of being released from one prison, they were thrusting him into another one. But here she stood, in a white wedding gown, facing a dark-haired man with narrowed eyes. It was clear that he didn't want to be here anymore than she did.
Their hands were shoved together as the bonding ribbon was wrapped around them. She winced and he hissed sharply as the Aurors seemed to take delight in tying it as tightly as they could. It was as if they were making sure the two of them had no chance at all to escape one another. That ribbon was to keep them bound for as long as it took for them to consummate the marriage. Only then would it loosen up and fall off. After all, the whole purpose of the marriage was to give him an heir. It didn't seem to be important that SHE wanted nothing to do with him or having a child, for that matter.
The ceremony was a long, complicated affair, due to the fact that neither of them would say their vows willingly. It was only after their loved ones were threatened that they recited them. Even then, they were spoken in a hate-filled tone through gritted teeth. He absolutely refused to kiss her, and she was glad because she probably would have attempted to rip his lip off had he tried! They were toasted and feted for the rest of the evening. Just before midnight, they were escorted to a room and locked in. They were told again that the ribbon would fall off and the door would open once the marriage was consummated.
Determined to be free of her as quickly as possible, he pulled her over to the bed. She struggled wildly but couldn't get away. He shoved her down and climbed onto the bed. Leaning down, he grabbed her hair and twisted it around his hand. She screamed in pain, and he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss her. After the shock wore off, she found that kissing him wasn't as bad as she'd thought. He softened the kiss, sensing that she was relaxing into it. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought.
He stretched her hand over her head, lightly threading his fingers through hers. Their clothes seemed to magically fall away. Before she knew it, he had her head tipped up as he covered her throat and shoulders with kisses. She moaned softly as she threaded her free hand through his dark brown hair. Their ribboned hands tightened as they rubbed against each other. He released her hair to run his free hand down her body. With every little gasp and jerk of her body, he discovered something new about her. Their hands slowly straightened as he slowly took her. With a breathy cry, she raised her hips, ensuring that he fully impaled himself with her. She raised her other hand from his hair and slid it up to join her other hand. Now he loosely held both of them as he moved within her.
They both cried out as they hit the peaks of their desire. They felt the ribbon loosen, but they made no attempt to move apart. Maybe the ministry had known what they were doing after all. Who would have thought that Pansy Parkinson and Antonin Dolohov would be the perfect match?