Thorfinn rose up from the bed and picked Hermione up in his arms. He walked to a door she hadn't noticed until now. It turned out to be a bathroom. He sat her down in the tub as he turned the water on and adjusted the temperature.
She leaned against the side of the tub as he moved around the room. He pulled out two towels and wash rags, laying them down beside the tub. He opened a cabinet and showed her the contents, hair care products, toothpaste and toothbrush. Then he pointed at her. He moved to another one and pointed at himself.
He came over and climbed into the tub, moving her forward as he lowered himself behind her. Then he pulled her into his arms.
"What happens now?" She asked. He stroked a hand down her back.
"Now, I introduce you to the rest of my family and we get married. My mother has been waiting years for me to bring a bride home to meet her." He tipped her chin up.
She stared at him in bewilderment. "I still don't know why you actually want to marry me. Is it just because HE told you to?"
"No. It isn't. I've wanted to marry you for a very long time. I've wanted you since the year of the Tri-wizard tournament. You have no idea how much willpower it took for me to leave you at Hogwarts. Especially after the Yule ball. That was the first and only time I've ever wanted to kill my best friend. Luckily, he knew to keep his hands to himself." Thorfinn chuckled.
Hermione twisted around on his lap. "The Tri-wizard tournament? Krum knew? He would have told me!"
Thorfinn laughed at her. "Princess, why on Merlin's green earth do you think he kept trying to get you to go visit him? Because he knew that would be the easiest way for me to get close to you."
"W-what? H-he was doing it for you?" Hermione's couldn't believe Viktor, her friend, would have allowed a Death Eater near her, even IF the Death Eater was his best friend.
"Viktor is a great, what do they call it? Wingman? He's a great wingman, baby girl. He's known how I felt about you ever since we met. It's the only reason, once I realized who Voldemort was after, I joined the Death Eaters. He was after Potter, who just happened to be YOUR best friend. I knew, if I was in the right place at the right time, I just might have a shot at you." Thorfinn smiled at her in satisfaction.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Still yet that's no reason to get married. Especially since I don't want to get married!"
He raised a brow and shrugged. "It's reason enough for me. I want you in my life, in my bed and by my side. Besides, when our children are born, I want them to have my last name."
Hermione stiffened as she realized she hadn't heard him utter a contraceptive charm before he took her. He watched as dawning comprehension settled on her face.
"You didn't do anything to prevent me from getting pregnant, Rowle! How dare you! You knew I couldn't do anything without a wand. You didn't even try to do a spell!" She snapped at him.
"I told you, Hermione," he emphasized her name, "You are going to be the mother of the next Rowle heir!" He twisted his hand into her hair as he held her head still. He kissed her as he lowered her across his arm. She shivered as he pulled her against him.
Feeling herself sinking onto his hardened shaft, Hermione sank her hands into his hair and moaned as they moved in unison. She found herself throwing her head back as he traced kisses up and down her throat.
Once again, they reached a plateau of pleasure and fell over the edge. She slumped against him breathing heavily as he panted silently. Finally, he sat up and turned her back to him. He reached for a bottle and poured shampoo into her hair. She sat in front of him, too relaxed to fight, as he washed her hair. After conditioning it, he washed her all over. Then she helped him wash his own hair.
They exited the tub, and he stood her in front of him. Opening her cabinet, he brought out a bottle of Sleekeazy's hair potion. Pouring a handful, he smoothed it through her hair, easily controlling her riotous curls. Then she helped him braid his hair.
Once back in the bedroom, he dressed her in a simple white robe and donned a matching one. Then he walked her out the door and down the hallway. They entered a huge dining room where a large group of people waited.
Walking her through the crowd, he led her to his people's holy man. There, in the sight of her and his gods, and his family, Thorfinn Rowle and Hermione Granger were joined in holy matrimony. His family cheered as he lifted her at the end and carried her out of the room, kissing her as he headed back to his room.
Hermione knew now that she would for sure never see her friends or family ever again. Not unless she could absolutely reduce the man holding her to a giant ball of putty in her hands. If she had any kind of hope of going home, she had to convince him that taking her home was his actual idea. That meant making sure he was completely head over heels in love with her. To convince him of THAT, she had to make him believe that she was also head over heels in love with HIM.
As he laid her down and lowered himself beside her, she prepared to put on the performance of a lifetime. She smiled at him dewy eyed and waited for his touch.