He swung her into his arms bridal style and carried her up the stairs. He waved open the door to his room. Hermione's heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest. She'd never planned on sleeping with anyone but Ron. Now a Death Eater was about to take her to his own bed. Rowle walked over and dropped her onto the bed. She scrambled across and hit the floor on the other side. He laughed heartily as he stalked her around the bed.
"No way out, Princess. The door is locked. The windows are spelled shut. The room is silenced from the rest of the house. It's just you and me, baby girl." he told her softly. Every time he took a step forward, she'd step backward. Finally, her back hit the wall. He smiled at her. "End of the line, baby girl."
Hermione stayed at him wide-eyed. "How many times have you been a girl's first time, Rowle?"
Her question froze him in his tracks. "First time, Granger? What the devil are you talking about? You, Potter, and the ginger were on the run, together, for how long? And neither of them made a move on you? You seriously expect me to believe that?"
"Yes. Because it's true! Harry is like my brother and Ron was letting me decide when we finally slept together. We were going to be married, you know. That's why it's out of the question, marrying you! I'm promised to Ron." Hermione crossed her fingers as she said it. It might work. If he thought a formal promise had been made, maybe he would leave her untouched.
Rowle stared at her intently. He laid his hands on either side of her shoulders. The he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Prove. It."
"H-how do I prove it without Ron here?" she asked in a tiny voice.
He raked his teeth gently across her earlobe once more. Unwillingly, she shivered as goose bumps popped up. He hooked a finger in the neck of her shirt and tugged it down off of her shoulder. Then he kissed her from the ear all the way across her shoulder and back. She gasped as her heart started pounding again. He took her lobe between his teeth as he tugged gently. She stifled a gasp as she felt a corresponding tug in the pit of her stomach. She never would have guessed that her earlobes were that sensitive.
He slid his hands up under her arms, lifted her and pinned her to the wall once more. He put her hands above her head and stuck them to the wall. He shoved her shirt up and her pants down as she hung there. "Damn, Granger! You've been hiding this beautiful body all this time?" He discarded his own shirt but left his trousers on for the moment. Then he kissed her.
Hermione had only thought she'd been kissed all these years. She never been kissed like this! He started slowly and quickly built up to the heat. He requested entry but wasn't demanding about it. He didn't try to ram his tongue down her throat as others had tried to do. He waited until she was intrigued enough to respond before he fully engaged her in the kiss. He distracted her so well by the kiss that she didn't realize his hands were busy elsewhere. One stayed on her chest, playing with her rapidly hardening peaks. The other had dropped down, way down. She jerked as she felt his hand down there, parting her folds.
She jerked her head to the side. "No! I told you! I'm promised to someone else!" she'd hoped that would work. 'What had given her away?'
"Promises include a fidelity clause. If you were promised, you wouldn't have been so turned on just now." He huskily told her. His hand was still cupping her, one finger already sliding inside her. She dug her heels into the wall as she resisted the urge to let out a low, keening cry of pleasure. He ducked his head, and she couldn't hold back the cry as he took one peak into his mouth. She pushed against him as she panted quickly.
He moved his finger slowly. If this really was her first time, he didn't want to be rough with her. It would scare her and she would definitely fight the idea of marrying him. He knew several of the other Death Eaters were gong to force their captives into a unwanted marriage. He had been waiting for this girl too long to rush her. He was determined that she would be a willing bride.
It had taken years of patience and perseverance, but he'd finally gotten his witch. Of course, had it been left to him, he'd have given in to his Viking tendencies years ago and stolen her.
Amazingly, it was Viktor Krum who helped him bide his time. They had been friends at Durmstrang and stayed friends, even after Rowle took the Dark Mark. Viktor Krum stayed in touch with Hermione Granger for years after the Triwizard Tournament. As Rowle was his friend, he quite willingly shared any news she wrote him. Knowing that Rowle liked her, Viktor repeatedly asked her to come visit. She always had an excuse as to why she couldn't visit.
Then he abruptly lost contact with her after Dumbledore died. That's when Rowle realized he might have a chance at her. IF he could capture her! He and Dolohov had almost had them at that cafe but his witch was a little too quick and the Chosen One was hidden under an invisibility cloak!
He unstuck her hands and carried her over to the bed, one finger still testing how much he'd need to help her stretch. Quite a bit from the feel of it. He knew now she wasn't lying.