Barty Crouch Junior POV-
I watched my brunette witch as she slept, all of her anger and wild fire replaced by the image of a contented, peaceful young woman. I propped my head up in my hand, soaking the image of the passionate witch before me into my memory bank. I smirked smugly as she moaned underneath my light, almost non-existent touch. I ran my hand over the soft curve of her breast, chuckling as she sub-consciously arched towards my touch, her eyes fluttering. I leaned in and nuzzled her crazy locks, inhaling her delectable scent.
"Barty, what are you doing?' She whispered sleepily, rubbing her eyes lazily. I laughed darkly and pulled her curvaceous body into my chest, laving her neck with my tongue eagerly. She wriggled against me and gave a rather un-Hermione-ish giggle.
"Well, I had planned on letting you continue to sleep, but since you're already awake and are pressed up against me ever so nicely…" I growled, nibbling on her earlobe teasingly, listening to her soft sighs.
"Yes?" She asked, clearly breathless but still managing to keep up her façade of defiance. I bit down harshly and she cried out as I pinned her to the bed, knocking her thighs apart with one knee. She threw her head back and clutched to me as I buried myself deep inside of her, right to the hilt.
"I'm going to fuck you until you faint, beautiful witch." Her eyes widened as our bodies melded and our mouths clashed together.
When we emerged from our room in time for breakfast, I couldn't help but smile when I noticed that she was limping slightly.
"How does it still hurt?" I asked. She glared angrily at me and I growled. Her anger was a delicious turn-on. Her skin flushed and her hair glowed as she stood like an Amazonian.
Temptress.
"Of course it still bloody hurts! I'd only had sex once before, and here you are, hammering me into the mattress!" Several Slytherins snickered and patted me on the back. I grinned and held her close. I cupped her cheek and leaned in.
"I apologize. Please, eat. And don't look over at the teachers." She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"Why not?" She whispered before taking a roll and eating it. I grabbed a roll and suggested to the Headmaster's seat. She stiffened as I leaned in, my mouth skimming her neck sensuously. I grinned at her obvious discomfort. I grazed her knuckles with my thumb, smirking lightly.
"Dumbledore hasn't taken his eyes off you since you came here, especially now since we walked in. if he wasn't gay, there would be something incredibly pedophiliac about the entire situation." She smiled wryly and placed her hand over mine. It was strangely comforting.
"Thanks for the warning. He probably just wants to speak with me about something." She saw the surprise on my face and smiled warmly. Her warm gaze entranced me.
"You don't have to be so cold and dark all of the time, Barty. Relax every once in a while, hm?" She cocked her head to the side, amused by the small flush of colour in my pale face. I scowled and she laughed. I gripped the table tightly, my eyes darkening, reflecting my possessive tendencies over the witch. The urge to take her and lock her up where only I could set eyes on her was overwhelming. I needed to get her to accept her destiny and take her to see Master as soon as possible.
"Earth to Head Boy!" Nott jeered, laughing at the expression on my face.
"You're absolutely whipped, Crouch."
"Where'd she go?!"
"Library. Where else? She's as bookish as you." I glanced up at the Teacher's table and froze when I noticed that Dumbledore was no longer there.
"Shit!"
Hermione's POV-
I hadn't been able to get the happy grin off of my face all morning. It had been amazing. He had been amazing. Clutching my books, I went into a daze as I remembered Barty's touch.
"Granger?" I froze when I saw Regulus. He was looking a bit awkward.
"Reg. What's up?" He stepped towards me, his normally dark eyes pitch black with anger.
"You slept with him? That psychotic bastard?" He hissed, his nostrils flaring. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in disbelief and huffed angrily.
"I'm not going to take sides in the middle of this silly little feud between you and Barty. I am not an object to be tossed around! I've forgiven him, why can't you?"
"Ah, but you will take sides. He is after all, your fiancé. Tell me Hermione, has Barty revealed to you why he is pressing you to investigate your family tree?" He asked. I didn't move. I had been curious. He sneered and slammed an old tome down on the desk. I squeaked. How could he have just done that? It was so old!
"Careful!' I hissed, ever the protective bookworm. He chuckled and opened it.
"Here. Read this, it should shed some light on the subject." I frowned and leaned in. What I read there, seemed impossible. My parent's lineage traced all the way back to Merlin and Morgana Le Fay.
"You are only a Muggleborn in the sense that there has been no magical beings in your family line since Merlin and Morgana themselves." The two most powerful magical beings in existence.
"You see? You are the purest of us all. The ultimate descendant of Merlin and Morgana.
"Why did Barty want me to know this so bad?"
"Because Dumbledore obliviated your parents." I spun around. Barty stood there, emotionless.
"How did you know this?"
"The Crouch's have stayed out of the limelight unlike the Malfoys or the Blacks. Why? Because it was a descendant of mine whom gave the original prophecy. Unfortunately, a descendant of Dumbledore heard it, and the two lines have been competing ever since. That is why Dumbledore put me in as Head Boy. To keep an eye on me. Just because your parents are muggle, does not mean that they were unaware of your heritage. Another unfortunate fact is that Dumbledore has been monitoring your family for years. I'm sure that when you're born, if it already hasn't happened in your real time line, your parents were obliviated and given fresh memories. When the time comes, you will simply think that you are a simple muggle who was gifted with these fantastical powers. My Mother knows yours quite well. Speaks of her often. Helen Granger. I met her once. Interesting woman for a muggle. I was about fourteen at the time. I'd know your eyes anywhere." I blushed and Barty smirked.
" You see? He is not to be trusted! You are not to be left alone with him, no matter what he says or does. Understood?" He hissed. He was even more paranoid than I thought.
"What? Why? He can't harm me!" Barty's eyes flashed with intense anger. He slammed me into the closest bookcase, unfeeling as I cried out in pain.
"Am I understood?" He snarled.
"Yes! Just bloody let go!" He pulled back slightly, cringing as if I'd slapped him.
"The point is, Granger, the ancient magic, the arcane magic that Merlin and Morgana both possessed and wielded with ease, the name Granger has been known by all of the Pureblooded families to be of great worth and power. And that the offspring of said name would bring the Wizarding World to it's highest peak." Regulus added. I glanced up at Barty wearily. He transfigured a chair for me, allowing me time to process all of this new information.
"What about us being 'fated'?" I asked him, feeling quite small.
"That is part of the arcane magic. The prophecy states that:
'She who wields the powers of the Gods will be the one to show the man of immense hatred kindness and love, pulling him back from the pit of insanity. Barty read it at the Department of Mysteries." I stared at Barty, his normally schooled expression, cautious.
"I did not wish to pressure you with this much information as of yet."
"Will you two just forget what happened and be friends again?"
"Friends, we never were. Slytherins don't have friends, Hermione, I told you that. We have accomplices."
"Whatever, can you just end this ridiculous feud?"
"Very well." I smiled in relief and jumped up, hugging Regulus. He stiffened and I scowled angrily. I pulled back and Barty smirked, pulling me in.
"See ya, lovebirds. I've got to make up for some lost wench hunting."
"Always the same…" I said, almost wistful. I was taken by surprise as Barty buried his nose in my hair. But what he asked next took me completely off guard.
"Marry me?"