The plan, such as it is, is discovered. Punishment is swiftly handed out to Hermione. A warning is given.

Yaxley pulled Padma into his arms and tipped her chin up. Hermione's eyes widened as she realized that Padma probably had no defense against Legilimens and Yaxley was an accomplished practitioner. He stared at Padma, then kissed her on the forehead. He turned a menacing look on Hermione and flicked a brow at Thorfinn. Thorfinn immediately pulled Hermione deep into the stacks. He lifted her up, pressing against her and grabbed her hair.

"What have you done? What are you planning?" He demanded. His lips were a bare inch from her ear. Hermione was cringing in pain as she muffled her moan. He gave his hand a sharp twist as he pressed closer to her. Unable to be this close and not kiss her, he covered her lips as she tried to talk. She shoved against his shoulder and kicked her legs against his. It didn't do any good as he was wearing boots and she was barefooted. He kissed her breathless and had the front of her dress pulled down. He latched onto the side of her neck as he cupped her mounds, fingertips running across the peaks. Hermione had to bite her lips to keep from screaming out in pleasure, begging him to take her back to bed.

He laid his lips against her ear again. "What are you planning? You do realize part of the reason Yaxley wants to stay here is to make sure I'm keeping a tight rein on you? If he even suspects you're plotting against the Dark Lord, you'll be given to McNair and Mulciber so fast, your head will spin! I'll be damned if I lose my wife and heir to those bloody bastards!" Hermione stared at him in wide-eyed fear. "Oh, that got through to you, did it? Good. It'll make this so much easier to do."

"What? What are you talking about? I won't do anything. I promise!" Hermione didn't like the look of determination that had settled on Thorfinn's face. "Thorfinn!"

"Imperio!" Thorfinn breathed. Hermione squeaked as she tried to wiggle away from him. "You will not plot against the Dark Lord. You will not plot against me, nor any of the wizards living in this house. You will settle down and learn to be a happy, dutiful wife. You will worry only about keeping me happy. You will only concentrate on preparing for the birth of our first child." He watched as her face relaxed into a happy, content smile. He lifted her higher as he Disapparated back to their room.

They reappeared beside their bed. He fell across the bed, careful not to land on her. Seeing as she only had the dress and nothing else on, he quickly vanished his clothes. Pushing her legs back, he rubbed against her until he was sure she was ready for him, then he pushed in, groaning into her hair. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. Allowing her to curl her legs around his hips, he cupped her face.

"You're mine, Granger! Say it! Say you're mine!" He demanded. Hermione keened as she threw her head back. He smiled and nipped at her shoulder.

"I-I'm yours, Thorfinn! I'm yours!" She whimpered. She shivered as his breath danced over her shoulder. He suddenly pulled away from her. She reached for him in protest. He pulled her up and over. Spreading her knees apart and pushing her head down onto the bed, he pushed in again. They both let out loud moans as she adjusted to the new position. He leaned over her and wrapped an arm around her neck. Holding her hair with his other hand, he set a slow rhythm to allow her to catch up.

"You're mine, Granger! I'm never letting you go! You're going to be the new Lady Rowle. You'll be carrying my children for everyone to see. We might even have enough for a quidditch team. Wouldn't that be great? Team Rowle." He moved faster and faster, finding it much easier to go deeper inside her. Hermione was screaming his name over and over as they once again went over the edge together. They laid there panting heavily. Thorfinn ran his hand down her body to her bellybutton. He inaudibly muttered a spell he'd learned from his mother. His eyes almost seemed to glow as he felt the warmth engulf his hand. He left it there until he caught his breath.

He pushed up from the bed and peered down at her. She'd fallen asleep, with a happy smile as both her hands settled on her belly. He straightened her up, tucked the covers around her and ordered the elves to bring her down once she'd woken up again. Performing a Scourgify on himself, he redressed and headed back to the library. As he walked in, without Hermione, he looked at Yaxley and nodded. Yaxley nodded back, pleased that the problem had been taken care of.

"We're going to have a quick quidditch practice. You stay here and have some girl time. I still have to go and collect some of my own stuff. We'll be staying with Thorfinn and the others. You and your sister can work on wedding plans, aye?" She smiled up at him as he wrapped her tightly in his arms.

Marcus let out a sigh as he met eyes with Draco, Theo and Blaise. He'd seen the look at Hermione right before Thorfinn disappeared with her. Yaxley had seen something in Padma's mind he didn't like. That meant whatever the girls had discussed was something the men wouldn't like. Thorfinn was looking too pleased with himself. Ten to one, he'd either scared Hermione so bad she was refusing to come back down, or he'd put a spell on her. There was only one spell Marcus knew of that would be powerful enough to use on Granger. Thorfinn had Imperio'd her.

He pulled Angelina to him. She was still trying to resist him. "Oi! Listen to me. I seriously hope that Granger didn't put any wild ideas into your head." Angelina glared at him defiantly. "Because if she did plan anything, they all just got wiped out of her head. You see that pleased look on Finn's face? That means he just used the Imperio. He doesn't use that spell lightly nor often. But he knows what would happen if Yaxley decided his woman was a traitor. She'd be taken back to Malfoy Manor and given to McNair and Mulciber! You remember those two, right? If any of you are caught plotting against the Dark Lord, that's the same punishment you would get." He leaned closer to her. "So don't get caught plotting! Against him or any of us!" Angelina didn't say a word, but her eyes were wide with fear. She nodded silently.