A/N: I know I know you guys are probably going to kill me, but please don't. I know I promised I would update Burned By The Dragon, but my muse seems to have left me for that story. I thought I would update this one and see where it goes. I hope you guys enjoy it.
Hermione was still slung over Thorfinn's shoulder as they spun through fireplace after fireplace finally they landed in a well furnished room. Even though she was upside down Hermione could see that the place she was in was definitely a house, or maybe she should say Castle where someone with extreme wealth lived. Looking around at what she could see, she saw that there were mable floors with Moroccan rugs all over the floors. There was also a little French lounge chair in the foyer where they had entered through the fireplace. Rowle flipped her upright and placed her on the floor in front of front of a mirrored wall. He placed a sticking charm on her feet so she wouldn't try to run off through the archway behind her.
"I really need to get you cleaned up. Margo, will you come here please." At his command an elf popped into the room.
Bowing low to the ground, "Yes Master youse called Margo. Is there something she can do for you master?" Margo always tended to overdo certain things.
"As a matter of fact, yes Margo you can. First off this will be my wife, technically you're mistress but if she needs anything you will have to run it through me first because of this law the dark lord has passed. You have no worries at all, she can't give you clothes or tell you to punish yourself if you do something wrong in her presence. Anyways, she seems to have gotten dirty. I would like for you to run her a bath and get her some new clothes. These she's wearing are not becoming of a Rowle wife." Thorfinn brushed himself off. "You may have to put a sticking charm on her while she's in the bath. Once you get her settled please come find me, as I have some more instructions for you. Granger will not be privy to that conversation so please take her wand as well when you get her up the stairs and in the main bath." At his last words Hermione was about to throw a major fit.
"How dare you… you…you…." Hermione couldn't get the words out before Thorfinn had waved his wand and silenced her.
"Now little wifey you listen here and you listen here good. I own you now and you will do as I say. I may even allow you certain privileges if you're a good girl and not cross me. Once you're done with your bath I will come get you and show you the rest of the house. We can then go get you're things and have them brought here. You will be staying in this castle for the rest of your existence. Of course you may roam the grounds and go outside, but it has yet to be determined whether or not I can trust you to go outside of my wards." Thorfinn made sure that Hermione knew he wasn't to be messed with. "I am your superior in this case and you will obey me at any and all costs, do you understand?"
Hermione grudgingly nodded since she still had the silencing spell placed on her. Once the spell was lifted she snarled. "I understand perfectly, your highness."
Thorfinn laughed at that. While he was busy laughing Margo had popped out of the foyer to run the bath that had been requested. Popping back in she undid the sticking charm and grabbed a hold of Hermione and popped her upstairs into the bath. "Now missus, you needs a bath. Margo will have some clean clothes brought in for you, much cleaner and much better then what you are wearing." She took Hermione's clothes forced her into the gigantic tub and put another sticking charm on her so she wasn't able to run away. "Wash up and Margo will be back with you're clothes after she talks with Master.
Hermione sat in the huge Turkish bath and looked around the bathroom. There was a waterfall coming down from the ceiling in one corner that she assumed was the shower. She almost wished she had her wand with her so she could undo this ridiculous sticking charm and take a shower. She was barely able to run her hands through her hair as it was so she couldn't wash it too well. While looking around she saw that the soap and shampoo was within her reach. She tried her best to relax in the bath, but it wasn't quite what she expected. She didn't get to chose her bubbles, but maybe next time she could. There were definitely two many taps on the wall that emptied into the Turkish bath. She wanted to explore, but her hands were almost tied so to speak.
The floors in the bathroom were marble and off in the other corner of the room there was the toilet. She could see that there was a bidet beside it and she really didn't want to use that at all. She decided she would clean herself really well in the bath and maybe just maybe she could skip the humiliating use of a bidet. While she was finishing up her bath, Margo was in the next room over talking to Thorfinn.
"Margo, while she's finishing up in the bath I would like for you to go over to Granger's flat and pack everything up. Make sure that you get everything out of that place and send the boxes back here. We will unpack when you get back. As for me, I think I will go see if my new bride needs any help getting out of the tub." Thorfinn had a smirk on his face. Hermione definitely wouldn't be expecting this.
After Margo popped out of the office to do what Thorfinn had asked of her, he went next door. He walked through the bedroom and saw the clothes laid out on the bed. He picked them up and took them into the bathroom with him. Hermione was laying back in the tub with her eyes closed. He could see the top swell of her breasts through the bubbles, he thought about clearing the bubbles away but there was always time for that later.
"Princess, you need to get out of the tub. It's time to get dressed. Let me finish up with your hair there and then we'll get you outta there and dressed." Thorfinn's voice had turned husky when he looked at Hermione laying in the bath. At his words she jumped, or well she tried to jump. She didn't quite succeed because of the sticking charm. All it did was dislodged the bubbles from around her privates. Thorfinn's eyes widened when the bubbles moved over.
"Stop perving on me you…you…you VIKING!" Hermione tried to come up with a good insult but she couldn't think while he was in the same vicinity as her. At her outburst Thorfinn just laughed and laughed. She didn't quite know what to think.
"Sit still baby girl and let me wash this crap out of your hair. Lean back against the bath here." Thorfinn pointed to a spot where she could comfortably lean back and let him wash her hair. She wanted to fight him but she knew it was useless with the sticking charm she had placed on her.
Leaning back against the edge of the bath she was a little leery of lettering him wash her hair for her, but she handed him the shampoo anyways. If he fucks up my hair, I'll just get in the shower when I get home later. I need my shampoos here anyways if I'm supposed to move in with this great big oaf of a Viking. She really didn't want him touching her hair, but she couldn't see much of a choice with the charm that stupid house elf had stuck on her.
"I swear if you mess my hair up, I will have you paying for it." Hermione had closed her eyes and mumbled her response to him.
Thorfinn didn't even bother with a response. He just ran his hands through her wet hair. Putting some shampoo in his hands and rubbing them together before he put it in her hair he sat back a little and thought. This could get interesting very fast. I've tried my best to make her feel welcome, I just hope she doesn't bitch slap me for having Margo go get her things for her. I really hope she doesn't still have that infernal cat.
"There you go Kitten. Hair is all done." He has scrubbed it and rinsed it while he was thinking. "Now I'm going to undo the sticking charm and help you out of the bath. Don't bite my head off. I'm literally just trying to help you. Can't have you breaking anything in my castle before we get married now can we?" He undid the sticking charm and held out a towel for her. Hermione stood up and snatched it out of his hands, wrapping it around herself.
"I can not fucking believe you. Who do you think you are? I'm naked and all you want to do is gawk at me like some teenage lovesick puppy. I'll tell you now that there is no way I will ever be sleeping with you. I don't care if we're both thrown into Azkaban for breaking this stupid law, I won't do it and you can't make me." Hermione let out an indignant screech when she saw that he was still standing in the bathroom. "Now kindly leave so I can get dressed." She turned her nose up at the thought of him staying anywhere near the bathroom while she was dressing.
Thorfinn reluctantly turned his back and walked out of the bathroom. He went and sat on the bed to wait for her next screech of horror. "And how I am supposed to dry my hair without magic, I swear with this law I'm not allowed to do anything at all except stand here and look atrocious."
"If you could stop screeching like a banshee I can send in an elf to help you, or you can come out here when you get dressed and I can dry you're hair for you." Thorfinn had to hold back a laugh. She was going to be the death of him if she kept this nonsense up. He would have to take her to a magical hairdresser to see if anything could be done with that mop on her head.
Hermione didn't say a word after that. When she was finished dressing she stomped into the bedroom and huffed. "I suppose you can fix it." She almost had a condescending tone when she answered him.
Thorfinn straightened out the look on his face. "Turn around kitten and I'll see what I can do." Thorfinn took his finger and did a little circle with it. After Hermione had turned around he pulled his wand out and got set to dry her hair. Apparently he had his wand on high heat instead of low and the next thing he knew Hermione's hair had frizzed out like a gigantic mess of a furball.
Hermione didn't see her hair until she looked into the mirror and then she froze. In a calm but deadly voice she turned to thorfinn. "What the fuck did you do to my hair?" She gave him a little time to answer, but he just sat there. The next thing he knew she had raised her voice and was yelling at him. "What give you the right to just fucking sit there? Answer the damn question, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?!" Hermione was outraged by this point. "Do you have any idea how long it's going to take me to fix this mess without magic? I really need to get back to my flat where all of my hair stuff at is at!"
Little did Hermione know that nothing in her flat would help her now since Margo had everything packed up and was slowly moving it into the castle. "Ok Kitten we can go to your flat and you can fix your hair." Thorfinn kept a straight face through Hermione's tirade. He went to her and wrapped his arms around her and apparated them right into the middle of her empty flat.
At first Hermione didn't notice anything. She stomped through her living room to the bathroom. Opening the door she thought it seemed kinda bare, but she guessed that was because there was no shower curtain anymore. She went over to the cabinets near the sink to see if she couldn't find her comb, brush and her frizz gel. She opened up one of the drawers and nothing was in there. Ok, no big deal. She opened up the next door which was empty as well. She started getting worried and went through every draw in the bathroom and every cabinet. Nothing was anywhere in the bathroom. Everything had been emptied from the spots she had put things. The next thing Rowle heard was Hermione's outraged scream.
Stomping back out to the living room, "Where the fuck is everything I fucking own? What did you do to my stuff?" Stopping she looked around the empty flat. "What have you done with everything I owned?" Hermione was trying not to cry.
"Well I had Margo come over while you were taking your bath at the castle. She packed the things worth keeping up and took them to the Castle and stuck them in your room. As for the other stuff, well she burned it." Thorfinn had no problem telling Hermione what he had his elf do.
Hermione let out an indignant screech. "How fucking dare you?! How do you know what I would have preferred to keep and preferred to trash? MARGO!" She hollered for the house elf, surely as it's somewhat mistress she could command the stupid thing. Margo popped into the room. "The stuff you burned, where the fuck is it? I would like it back please."
Margo was cowering behind Thorfinn who tried to protect her from Hermione. She'll pay for this later. She has no right to order my elf around and upset her. "Missus Margo is sorry, but Margo already burned everything that Master said too. Youse other stuff is put away in the correct places at the castle. Please don't hurt or punish Margo. Please don't give her clothes." The little elf was terrified and hid back behind Thorfinn.
"You will pay for this Granger. NO one upsets my elf, but me. Now let's get back to the castle." Thorfinn grabbed Hermione who started thrashing against him. "Keep it up kitten and I'll have you naked when we get back to the castle."
Hermione stilled against Thorfinn's chest. "I won't let you rape me and you won't ever sleep with me if it's the last thing I do." Hermione crossed her arms even though she wanted to start trashing around again. She really wanted to punch Thorfinn in the face.
"We'll just see about that Princess. We'll just see." Thorfinn smirked at the look on Hermione's face. "Margo you may go back to the castle and don't punish yourself."
A/N: This chapter was sooo much fun to write. I hope you guys enjoy it. Please leave your thoughts down in the comment section. Next up will most likely be Hermione's punishment. I can't wait to see what Thorfinn will do to her. If you have any ideas, please feel free to post them in a comment.