Thorfinn Rowle never had much to fight for. He fought for Voldemort, but that wasn't his choice- that was to maintain his safety. He had his life, but his life, in the grand scheme of things, wasn't much. It was the only thing that was his, though. He'd lost his family to Voldemort and his followers, his family's home had been destroyed, and all his belongings were looted.
Then along came a fiery spirited, wild haired Hermione Granger. The day he graduated, he told the girl he'd be back for her. He promised one day she'd be his whether she wanted it or not.
Everyone was seated in the gardens outside Hogwarts, and the day was beautiful. It was warm, the sun was shining, the flowers were all in full bloom. There was such an excited energy flowing through the air, but it didn't seem to reach Hermione Granger.
Her best friend was graduating. Of course she was happy for Thorfinn, she just wasn't sure how she would manage without his daily annoyances. If she were honest with herself, it was more than his bothersome ways she'd miss. The two were an unlikely pair for sure, but they couldn't find another person they'd rather spend their time harassing.
The ceremony came to an end; Granger found herself wandering about the grounds away from the crowds. "Stupid girl fancying an older, stupid boy," she muttered to herself, thinking she was alone with her ramblings.
"So you fancy me, little lion?" Thorfinn crept up behind the witch he was speaking to, seeming to appear out of thin air. He was still in his graduation robes and looked absolutely gorgeous. He was grinning at the young girl, his dimples making an appearance.
Hermione was nearly too embarrassed to respond, but quickly got her wits about her. "And what, Thorfinn Rowle, makes you believe I was speaking about you?" She had her hands on her slim waist, and her lips were pursed.
Thorfinn sat on a nearby bench and beckoned her to come to him. When she didn't move, he said, "Princess, I don't bite- unless you like that sort of thing," he finished with a wink.
With a roll of her chocolate eyes, she made her way to the tall boy. Even sitting he was taller than her standing. "What do you want, you huge man?"
"I want you." He pulled her to his chest. "Don't get me wrong, I hate you- and your dreadful mane," he tugged on her curly locks to emphasize his point. "I hate your incessant nagging- and oh gods, your attitude. You're such a know it all, witty little brat. Your lips are are constantly bright red and swollen from your chewing- at that rate you'll never get your first kiss." Hermione playfully swatted at the broad man. He caught her arms and continued to speak.
"Your eyes as well- they make you so transparent. I hate those the most." Rowle's hands were running along the bare skin of the witch's arms. Her dress was a deep blue, fitted at the waist and flaring at the hips showing off her quickly developing body, and the older wizard found himself enjoying the sight of it a bit too much.
The brunette grinned at his words, "Yeah, Rowle. I hate you too. In fact, I hate you more." Their relationship was always this. This banter. This hate. This love. It was them. It's what set them aside from classmates their own ages.
"Granger, I'll come back for you." He held her hands, and looked into her blazing eyes, and said, "You're already mine." As much as he hated it, he was not his witch's first boyfriend, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be her second. She was still too young. He wasn't her first kiss either, but he was damn sure he'd be her second. He wanted her to know how much better it could be. How much better they could be.
Hermione's eyebrows shot up, and she was livid. "Why you brutish, rude, mysogynistic pig!" The little witch pulled away from him and took a step back. Her hands returned to their position at her hips.
The young teenager sucked in a deep breath and started what Thorfinn knew would be a rant to end all rants, "I don't belong to anyone! That's the problem with men these days- they think they can lay claim to bloody anything! You're off your broomstick if you believe-"
Before Hermione could finish her sentence, Thorfinn was standing with his body pressed against hers, his hands on either side of her face, and his lips swallowing her rage. The brunette leaned into him, and her hands flew to his chest and pulled at his shirt; she'd never been kissed like that and bloody hell it was amazing. Her lips parted- unsure of the next step, she timidly traced his bottom lip with her tongue.
Rowle felt as if he'd died and was in some alternate universe where everything good in the world was because there was no way in hell this could be happening to him. As soon as he thought that, it was over.
Hermione Granger shoved his body away from her own. Losing the near constant presence of the older boy was something she was having a difficult time accepting.
She wasn't sure how to address it without breaking down into tears, so she simply stated, "And that is the problem with men these days. They leave and do as they damn well please without any cares for whom they're hurting." She shook her head and turned to walk back to the castle leaving Rowle questioning what had happened. Hopefully she'd find them in the common room, and hopefully they'd make her forget what had just occurred.
"See you soon, Princess," Rowle called to her retreating figure. He stood alone in the gardens mulling over what just happened, and just how he was going to manage without his witch in his daily life.
Many days were spent attempting to approach Hermione. Rowle planned and pondered on how best to display his concern without making it seem as if he were trying to control her. He tried to say it subtly; he tried to say it in a way that would make her feel like it were her idea to calm down; he tried to be tender but logical. No way he tried was successful. After weeks of attempting, and failing, to convey his worry for her- he decided he had to be blunt. He refused to treat anymore of her wounds without speaking his mind.
Hermione winced and ground her teeth as she swallowed the Skelegro. She had broken her ankle and a few ribs while away on her last mission.
"Princess, you've got to be more cautious." Thorfinn took the empty glass from her bruised and bloody hands. "I don't know how many more times your body will mend itself. You've been too careless."
The stubborn witch responded, "My body is fine. I'm cautious- constant vigilance. I'm safe. I'm the best soldier we have besides Harry himself." She turned sideways on the infirmary bed that was pushed to the wall, her legs dangling over the edge making her look only slightly younger than her twenty one years.
"Look, I think you need to take a break from all these missions-" Thorfinn started.
"No I'm fine, honestly, I have to go. I can't sit here and do nothing Thorfinn, they need me." Her words started running together, and her voice sounded more and more shrill with every word. "I have to fight, I have to win this. I don't have a choice, this is my war to fight, I- I have to. They need me."
Thorfinn threw the empty glass at the brick wall and spun around to eye the fragile girl sitting on the exam table.
"No Granger, they don't need you. They can do this on their own. You know who needs you?" He grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes, "I need you, Granger! I fucking need you! Those people you're fighting for- what do they have to lose if you fall in battle?" The wizard became manic in his speaking.
"If the life leaves your beautiful and strong and broken body," his voice wavering, "What do they lose?" He held her face in his hands as if she were as fragile as she seemed. "Nothing, love. They lose an idol. I lose everything."
Tears fell from her wide, dark eyes. He wiped them away, and kissed her cheeks where they once were.
"Please, Princess, stop fighting for them and for the Weasel and for all the other witches and wizards who've died." He kissed her lips, "Fight for me, Princess- fight for us."
Hermione clung to the large wizard and kissed him like her life depended on it. The kiss was bruising- teeth clashed, lips bitten, hair pulled. Hermione's hands pulled at Thorfinn's shirt until he got the point and tugged the material over his head. Her gaze fell to his contoured chest and abdomen; she traced the lines of his body with her fingertips.
Thorfinn noticed the witch's line of sight, and smirked while asking, "Like what you see, little lion?"
The battered witch simply nodded and began kissing along his torso. Thorfinn groaned and pulled her face to his, kissing her swollen lips once more. His strong hands pulled her hips forward to the edge of the table, he ground his hard member into her soft body. Her back arched and her chest pressed against his naked one.
"These have to go right fucking now," he said tearing at her shirt and bra. Once it was removed he fell to his knees and began to suckle and lick and nip at her breasts. He sucked her nipples into pebbles and scraped his teeth against them. Hermione's head fell back and her hands pulled at his long, golden hair.
Soon his hands were at the waist of her pants, and he looked at her questioningly. All it took was for her to nod, and he was at work unbuttoning and unzipping and pulling. Hermione was naked apart from the cotton knickers she had on, but she'd never felt so hot in her life.
A thick finger ran along her wet, hot slit over her soaked knickers and she almost came at the feeling of it. It had been well over a year since she'd been touched in that way, and it was well overdue.
"Thorfinn, please don't tease me," she hated to beg, but holy hell she needed release.
"Tell me what you want, Princess," Thorfinn's lips were making a trail up the inside of her thighs. Hermione's breathing sped up. "Fuck, your skin is so soft." He bit the sensitive skin, and she nearly came undone.
"I want you to taste me, please I need it, please don't make me beg," Hermione pleaded with the man despite her best efforts not to.
He wasted no time speaking- in a fluid motion, he pulled if her wet knickers, and his tongue went directly to the hardened bundle of nerves. His longest finger was making itself acquainted with the hot, wet channel of her sex. After she was positively dripping, he ate her like a man starved. His tongue was inside her and his fingers stroked her clit. Hermione's orgasm came fast and hard, her walls clamping down, and her thighs tensing around his shoulders.
"Fucking hell, Princess, I need to be inside you." He stood and kissed along her neck, tracing the skin up to her ear, "Please let me feel you."
Hermione's hands were quick at work with his jeans and underwear. After removing them, she ran her fingers along the length of his hard member, and circled the tip of it teasingly.
She whispered in his ear, "Thorfinn, you're going to feel so good inside me."
That was his undoing. He couldn't wait any longer. He pushed her hands aside and lined up the tip of his weeping member with her sex, and slowly made his way in. He moaned into her ear as he was fully sheathed by her walls. The sound made her clamp down, becoming somehow even tighter.
Hermione's hands went to his hips and pushed, motioning for him to move, "This isn't my first rodeo, you massive man. Fuck me."
Fuck her, he did. His hands went to the bend of her knees and he began to thrust into her with all the strength he had. Every cry from her making him push into her a little faster.
Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. Thorfinn grabbed her chin and demanded, "Look at me, my little lion. I want you to look at me when you cum on my dick. I want you to know who makes you feel this good."
With the hand he'd been holding her leg with, he started rubbing her clit. A few strokes was all it took for her to fall apart. The pulsing of her sex drove him to his own orgasm, and he spilled his seed into her body.
After whispering a contraceptive charm, she whispered, "I still hate you, you know?"
Thorfinn laughed breathlessly before responding, "Yeah, love, I know. I hate you more."
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