Narcissa Malfoy pitied the poor witch. Over the years, her views of muggle-borns had changed - all with the arrival of Hermione Granger. Besting her son in classes that he had more experience in, Granger had flourished in this seemingly new world. Yet, seeing her marry a Deatheater, had evoked such heart-wrenching pity that she was going to do the unthinkable. In school, Narcissa had alwaysi been adept at Potions; upon hearing of the wedding, she had resurrected her Potioning skills. Brewing a diluted Lust Potion in secret, she planned to give it to the new Mrs Dolohov - to help get through the wedding night. Deatheaters weren't known for their patience or kindness.
Antonin kept a tight grasp on his new wife's hand, as he pulled her towards the Malfoy family. "Mrs Dolohov, a pleasure," Lucius Malfoy purred suggestively, his white-blonde hair catching the light. He reached out to take her hand, when Antonin pulled Hermione back. "Keep your hands to yourself, Lucius, before you lose them. You have a wife, go and play with her," he practically growled. Mrs Malfoy chose this as the opportunity to intervene. "Antonin, the ceremony was absolutely perfect," she gushed, drawing the attention off her own husband, "I was wondering if I could have a word with your beautiful wife before you depart?" Releasing Hermione's arm, he nodded an affirmative. Narcissa could be trusted, the rest of the Malfoy's could not. "I'll be over with Rabastan, Little Bird," Antonin informed her. The young bride glared at him. "I don't care, you asshole. As long as I'm away from you, I'll be happy!" Hermione spat out, walking towards Narcissa.
Away from Antonin, Hermione could breathe. Since the ceremony, she had felt rather faint. Probably the binding of our magic, she reflected. "Hermione, if I may, I wish to give you something," Mrs Malfoy began. Hermione nodded skeptically. Reaching into her purse, she drew out a small vial containing a red liquid. "This is a diluted Lust Potion. My sister, Andromeda, made me one for my wedding night. She said that it would make things go a little faster, get the consummating done," Mrs Malfoy explained. The young Gryffindor was still a little confused. "Why would you give me this?" Hermione queried.
"Deatheaters are not famed for their patience. Antonin would likely tie you to the bed and rape you, if you resisted." That scared Hermione. She didn't want her first time to be forced. Taking the vial from the older witch's hand, Hermione tucked it inside her clevage.
Thanking Mrs Malfoy, she walked away towards the Order members where she was swept into a tight hug. It was Tonks. The metamorpmagi sadly smiled at her, and tears spung to Hermione's eyes. This was possibly the last time she would see any of the Order. Next, Bill pulled her into a light hug. "Mum wished she could be here to support you, but Ginny's come down with something and wouldn't stop vomiting," he informed her as Remus handed her a Galleon.
"What's this?" Hermione asked.
"One of the D.A. Galleons, Harry asked me to give it to you. Just in case," the werewolf explained. Remus had been protective of the Golden Trio, ever since their Third year. He couldn't imagine what it was like to see their tiny best friend being married off; potentially never seeing her again. Mad-eye was next, only offering his famous saying "Constant Vigilance!"
One by one, Order members offered their piteous advice, ranging from "stay safe" to "don't give any secrets away." Hermione couldn't imagine giving away any of the Order's secrets. Once the Order members had dwindled down, Antonin approached her. "Come, Little Bird. Time to go home."
They had flooed straight into the master bedroom of Dolohov Manor, Antonin releasing his wife from his embrace. "Is there a bathroom I could use?" Hermione asked, needing the privacy to take the Lust Potion. The wizard pointed to a door to the left of the fireplace. Entering the bathroom, Hermione quickly extracted the vial from her clevage, uncorking it and quickly drinking it in one gulp. As she disposed of the vial, and took her curly tresses down, the potion began taking effect.
Retuning to the bedroom, she leant against the doorframe and took in the sight of her husband. He had thrown his suit jacket on the desk, removed his shoes and socks, and was currently removing his tie and unbuttoning the white shirt. Hermione felt flustered - seeing him reveal his broad muscular chest that she found herself wanting to lick; those broad biceps she wanted to be wrapped in; narrow waist she would wrap her legs around. Antonin turned around, heat in his smouldering grey-green.
"Malen'kaya ptitsa...vy potryasayushchiy," he whispered in Russian, as he caressed her soft skin. Hermione didn't care that she couldn't understand his words, they sounded hypnotically beautiful. Antonin bent his head down, drawing her into a passionate kiss, his fingers ghosted along her arms. Broad hands quickly made short work of her corset ties, allowing it to pool on the floor at her feet. He rubbed her nipples through the lace fabric of her bra, feeling them harden deliciously in his hands as he intertwined his tongue with hers, feeling her moan for him. Her moans sounded like that of an angel, he thought.
Hermione whimpered delightedly, as Antonin played with her nipples, reaching to unclasp her bra, as he freed her breasts, palming them in his large hands. Grasping her hips, he picked her up. Wrapping her lithe long legs around his narrow waist, Hermione threw her head back in rapture as Antonin's sinful lips closed around her pebbled nipples. He carried her over to the bed, laying her back in the middle. Seeing her panting, her ample bosom heaving and whiskey eyes glazed with desire, Antonin felt himself get impossibly harder in the confines of his trousers. Leaning down, he laid open-mouthed kisses on her neck; before lightly biting her collarbone. Hermione gasped. So, moya dorogaya likes being marked, he thought.
Her big doe eyes looked up at him as she bit on her juicy, pink lower lip, swollen from their passionate kissing. "Please," Hermione begged. Kissing down her torso, he ignored the scars that he had caused, and licked her navel. Continuing on his path, he hooked his long fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them away from his prize. She was completely bare, pretty pink lips swollen and clit standing out. Hermione let out a sharp cry as he swiped her little cunt hole. Antonin inspected her with fiery eyes; she bit on her juicy, pink lower lip, still swollen from their passionate kissing. Resuming his task, he sucked on her little clit, making her back arch. "Oh Merlin...more! Please more!" Hermione moaned in ecstacy. He chuckled against her clit, the vibrations sending her over the edge. Stars erupted behind her eyelids, back arching and a cry fell from her lips. She was beautiful in her ecstacy.
As she continued to recover from her climax, Antonin smirked. "I'm not done with you yet, little wife," he said, his Russian accent thickening with desire. Slipping a long finger into her tiny entrance, her inner walls spasmed at the intrusion. Making a come hither motion, Hermione's back arched once again; moving the digit in and out of her cunt, Antonin added another finger. She felt impossibly tight around the fingers. Unbuttoning his trousers, he pushed them down his long legs with his boxers. Withdrawing the fingers and spreading her legs, Antonin settled between them.
Hermione gasped in surprise as she felt his rock-hard erection pressed against her dampness, wriggling slightly to get more friction, as his tongue once again explored her mouth, mapping out every inch of it. She wrapped one leg around his hip, urging him on. "Dorogaya, are you ready for me?" Antonin whispered seductively. She moaned and nodded. Positioning his long thick cock, he thrust in sharply - breaking her virginity quickly. His little wife went rigid at the invasion. He shushed her, wiped away the stray tears that fell and allowed her to adjust. He would never do this with any other woman, never had. Having gotten used to forcing himself on women, it was nice to take his time.
Hermione wiggled her hips slightly, signalling for him to move. Pulling out until only the head of his cock resided inside her, he snapped his hips and thrust back into her. Her loud moans filled the room as Antonin's cock stretched her cunt so deliciously. She was incredibly tight around him. "Harder...faster...Oh dear God," Hermione moaned, as he thrust into her - putting more force behind his thrusts. Both of them were nearing their peaks. Hermione fell over the edge again, her walls spasming around Antonin's cock, milking him of his seed. They came together, moaning as they did.
Withdrawing from her tight channel, Antonin laid next to her, as she caught her breath. A faint smile on her lips, her whiskey eyes began to close. Snuggling against him, Antonin felt his heart skip a beat. No one had willingly been this close to him since taking the Dark Mark. Curling his arm around and drawing her close, he got comfortable; closing his own eyes, he savoured the feeling of the warm body next to him.