The whole world was spinning. I couldn't wrap my head around what Barty had just asked me as of yet.
"What?" I asked indignantly. He smirked arrogantly and tucked an errant curl of mine behind my ear, his slender fingers curving across my jaw, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
"Come with me at Christmas Break. Meet my Mother and Father. Be mine completely. Marry me." He whispered huskily I cupped his face, brown eyes meeting brown. I searched his face for a hint of any ulterior motive. I sighed. Perhaps I had fallen in too deep. I trusted him with my life.
'Yes." I whispered softly. He grinned widely and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing me with as much passion as he possessed. I melted slightly under his touch, much to Barty's amusement. He picked me up and we made our way to the back of the Restricted Section, sliding a hand up my thigh as we hit the stacks right at the back of it.
"We should celebrate. You have no idea just how glad I am." He growled as he kissed down my neck into my cleavage. I slid my hands into his soft brown hair, biting my lip as he rubbed his hand up against my core insistently. I grabbed his spare hand and slid it up to my mouth, kissing it softly. He was confused by the soft gesture.
"I think I can tell." I murmured teasingly, referring to the very prominent bulge in his school robes. He lifted his head momentarily, growling lustfully. I gulped as he kissed me once more, his tongue lashing out as he explored my mouth ravenously.
"Fuck I want you, witch." He rasped, nibbling on my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. I unzipped his school pants brazenly, whimpering as he tore my underwear in two, storing them away in one of his robe pockets.
"Hey, I need them!"
"You'll not go back to our dorms and get a new pair." He hissed, dropping his slacks and underwear before raising my skirt up past my hips, thrusting deep inside of me. He covered my mouth with his, swallowing my outcry as my back arched in delight. He panted with me in unison, smirking as my eyelids fluttered quickly with each sharp thrust.
"An ultimate fantasy for us both, I'm sure. Fucking in the stacks." I couldn't help but cringe at his crass language, but I was used to it by now. He pressed his cheek against mine, his nimble fingers tracing the insides of my thighs sparingly. As he rocked inside of me, I felt my legs weaken. He groaned harshly, wrapping my legs up around his waist. He pulled back slightly so that he could touch his forehead against mine.
"I need to remake the contraception potion. It helps to stabilize my periods." I confessed in between the more primal noises. He chuckled and nodded, smirking deviously.
"Very well. But for now, let me make you come." He hissed, latching his mouth onto my throat. As he sucked harshly, I was immediately reminded of our first 'meeting'. He bit down and increased the speed of his thrusts, covering my mouth once more as I cried out. My climax triggered his own, and with a deep groan, he came deep inside of me. When we came down from our post-coital haze, I asked him a question, the question that had been itching me ever since this whole 'prophecy' thing began.
"Do you truly believe in the prophecy?" He shook his head slightly and snorted.
"Divination is a subject that I normally wouldn't dirty my mouth, quill or time with. The only importance that it carries is that it allowed me to take you as my own." I blushed scarlet and he laughed softly before pulling out of me hesitantly. I winced. He certainly did like it rough. He ran a hand through my tangled curls, contented with simple touches for the moment.
"I shall owl my Mother. She'll be thrilled to see you grown up." He kissed my temple and muttered a spell. My uniform was corrected and my hair was spelled back to normal. I noted that my underwear was still missing, though.
"I told you before. You'll not be getting them back, goddess. I need a souvenir of sorts…" He said arrogantly. I huffed and tried to ignore the blush that I could feel filling my cheeks. I scowled angrily and glared up at him. He simply sneered, my anger failing in comparison to that of his 'Master's'.
"I don't want to know just how you know of that spell, Barty Crouch Junior." He caressed my cheek, smirking in amusement.
"Regulus believed that I should know it if I ever ended up having a quick shag in between classes. I was quite insulted by his insinuation." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"Why?" I asked finally, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"I am nothing but a perfectionist. Whether it be academically, for my Master, or sex. It is all the same. How dare he insinuate that I would be a 'quick shag'?" He grinned broadly, patting the pocket where my underwear was stored. I rolled my eyes at him and his ego, pressing my skirt down once more, ever the paranoid witch. He laughed in a cruel manner and we stumbled out of the Restricted Section, searching for Madame Pince. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Madame Pince was none the wiser.
It felt odd. Strange. The ring that I wore actually meant something now. Sure, we said that we were engaged before, but it didn't mean much as that was only pre-ordained magic. The feelings were there now, not just teenage lust. It felt like a true engagement.
"Miss Granger, are you quite alright?" Professor Slughorn enquired rudely, always needing to be in the middle of new gossip. I flushed brightly and nodded quickly, much to the amusement of the Slytherins. Regulus smirked at Barty who smirked slyly as he continued to chop up the ingredients. He had offered to do it as I was in a daze, no matter how hard I tried to concentrate. Did it mean that the prophecy was a self-fulfilling one, as all of the events seemed to unravel themselves without any help from neither Barty nor myself?
"She's just in awe, Professor!" One of the more boisterous Slytherins jeered.
"And why is that, Mr. Hart?"
"They're getting married during the Christmas Break, sir! Granger and Crouch!" Nott added to my infinite embarrassment. I cocked an eyebrow at Barty, who chuckled, returning his concentration to brewing the Amorentia potion. Since I had done it last year, I had no need to learn of it now. I buried my head in my arms, groaning silently.
"Really? Excellent, m'boy! Such a fine, smart girl!"
"Indeed." Regulus sneered and I laughed freely for the first time since I got here. It had been endless worrying. Now, perhaps, I could relax? After all, it didn't look like I was leaving in a rush.
"This calls for a special celebration! An extra little get together for tonight, I believe." I rolled my eyes and glanced up. The Slytherins snickered.
"Why did you get me into this mess?" He simply smiled and continued to brew. It seemed like nothing could interrupt him while he was brewing.
"I'm afraid that I don't have anything formal to wear to a celebration such as this, Professor Slughorn."
"Posh! I'm sure that your husband, or soon to be at least, can scrounge something suitable up for you, Miss Granger." I huffed angrily, knowing that I had lost the battle, but I would not lose the war. Even if the war took several years to prove that I was never going to be a typical housewife. I refused to be.
I stared at the reflection in the mirror, awestruck by the magic Barty had used. He straightened his tie and trailed his fingers up the slit of my bare thigh.
"The girl in the mirror is not me, Barty." He grinned and nuzzled my neck, nibbling softly.
"No. it is no mere girl, but a woman. The woman I see in you everyday." He spouted.
"Charmer." I teased. He leered at me greedily, licking his lips eagerly. The dress was made of satin, clingy in all of the right places, a hint of cleavage showing, with a long slit up the side. My hair cascaded down my back in soft tamed curls. I gasped, breaking out of my admiration of my reflection for once, instead of disliking it, as Barty's hand had slid up my thigh. He gave me a look of disapproval. I frowned.
"What have I done?"
"This dress, was not made to wear underwear underneath." I let out a sharp cry as he ruined another pair of my underwear.
"Do you have a fetish for ruining my underwear?"
"You shouldn't wear any…" He growled, sliding his hands over my hips slowly.
"Beautiful. Such a shame, though…" I turned to him expectantly. He looked very sharp. Handsome. His robes were like that of a muggle tuxedo.
"What's wrong now?"
"It's a shame because the urge to fuck up all of my tailoring by fucking you up against my mirror is quite high." I gulped as he grabbed a fistful of my curls, kissing me hungrily. I moaned softly as he grinded up against me, the fabric creating a nice element of friction between us.
"Barty, stop…" He pressed a finer to my lips and sneered.
"When we come back, you're mine, witch." He hissed angrily, grabbing my hand as he pulled me out of our dormitory. He stopped all of a sudden when we reached the dungeon entrance, patting down his pockets. He turned me around so his front was facing my back.
"This is for you." He purred silkily, holding up a silver necklace with what I figured to be the insignia of his mother's family. It was fragile, and in a word, beautiful.
"It's beautiful, Barty, but I can't wear it."
"My mother sent this to me at the beginning of the year. It was hers. I wish for you to have it. Please." I was surprised that he actually used the word 'please'. I didn't know that it was actually in a Pure-Blood's vocabulary. As soon as I heard the clasp shut against my neck, I launched myself into his arms. He was surprised by the action.
"I'm honoured, even if I think that it is much too beautiful to wear. Thank you." He nodded sharply, pulling back reluctantly when we noticed students staring at us. I blushed and Barty wound his arm around my waist possessively, glaring at the younger students. They gulped and scampered quickly. He smirked arrogantly. His possessive side didn't aggravate me as it once did, strangely. Perhaps it was because I had become accustomed to it and him.
"Hermione, I have a question for you." I turned to him, smiling brightly as we stood outside of Slughorn's quarters. Nothing could bring me down from the high that I was on. But his question took me completely off guard.
"Why do you love me?" He asked quietly. I had never seen him so unsure of himself before. It was quite unnerving. I frowned sadly, knowing the expression etched into his features. Lost hope. He had lost all hope in love and acceptance. His Father never accepted him as he was, even later in life. I cupped his cheek softly, watching as he closed his eyes and leaned into it. Always seeking another's approval.
"Should I not?"
"I am not a good man. I never will be." I cupped his other cheek and kissed him deeply. His eyes widened in shock. He was always kissing me, not the other way around. My heartbeat sped up as he wound his arms around me, seeking my warmth.
"Mione…" He whispered, his gaze consumed with raw emotion. I grinned. I was finally breaking down his shell.
"Nobody's perfect. Nobody. Not me, not you. Especially not me." With that said, we entered the temporary ballroom, our heads held high.