A/N: I want to thank everyone for being so understanding and waiting patiently. I have learned a lot from when I started writing. I am currently updating the first 7 chapters. I ask that you please read the chapters as I update them.
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"Where is she?" Ron asked Harry for the twentieth time in the last hour. "I know that you know Harry."
Harry sighed in defeat. He had tried to give Hermione some alone time, but he couldn't deal with Ron's badgering anymore. Since they got back from Australia, Ron has become ever increasingly "protective" of Hermione. He just hoped that she was alone tonight so that there wouldn't be a major scene again. Last time Ron caught Hermione with a guy studying, they ended up in a shouting match that woke up the entire Gryffindor house. Luckily it had been the weekend so two just had to buy everyone some candy as a way of apologizing for waking them.
"Well?" Ron was getting frustrated and has been pacing the length of the room for about ten minutes, not even wizard's chess could distract him.
Harry sighed again and replied, "I think she went to the library."
Ron was out the door faster than Neville can run from Professor Snape's Potions class. Harry followed after Ron just to make sure nothing bad happened this time. It seemed like he was always running interference between those two. Even as kids in third and fourth year, he was constantly trying to keep them from fighting. He had thought it was because they had unsaid feelings for each other but over this last summer since the war, Harry had found out exactly how Hermione feels about Ron. If there were any unsaid feelings between them, they were from Ron, not Hermione.
Harry had "defeated" Voldemort at the end of last year's school term. Voldemort lost because of his own complete lack of understanding about ancient magical spells and his ignorance of wand lore. Voldemort decided to use a wand against its owner, thus back firing the spell and killing himself. Honestly Harry was glad that he didn't have to kill Voldemort. He would have, but he didn't want to kill anyone. Even if it was guy as evil as Voldemort was.
Ron had once asked Harry about it. Harry could still hear Ron's voice as he said, "Did that bloke even listen to that crazy old man? I mean, honestly!" Harry had just chuckled in response to his friend. The thought of Voldemort's or Mr. Ollivander's reactions to hearing Ron call them 'that bloke' and 'crazy old man' (respectively) was enough to send him into laughing fits for days. Harry was very glad it was all finally over. He had more than enough danger in his young life to last him a life time; several in fact.
It seemed the remaining death eaters agreed with Harry. While they still caused problems, it seemed like they have all unanimously decided to leave Harry alone. That might also be because they are afraid he world use the Elder wand against them. They all know they would lose to Harry because of it. Besides the fact they think he managed to do the one thing Voldermort tried so hard to accomplish but ultimately failed; become immortal. Having seen Harry get hit with the avada curse right in front of their eyes only for him to get back up and fight on to the demise of who they thought as the most powerful wizard; next to Dumbledore. One can understandably call them all cowards.
The only one of the "golden trio" they still attacked was Hermione. This probably had more to do with Hermione's work with the Order. She has been helping capture the rest of the RDE (Rogue Death Eaters) or RED as the order called them.
Since the war had ended, the wizarding world was trying to pick up the peices again. For the muggle born citizens, they understood some of what the wizarding world is going through. For Harryb it reminded him of WWII. He easily compared Voldemort and Hitler while comparing the death eaters to the nazi. The difference being that the death eaters and voldemort have magic that could cause more lasting effects than their muggle counter parts. Howeverb the muggles could cause more lasting effects on the land itself for generations to come. Either wayway Harry felt it was all such a waste. Too many innocent lives have been lost during the wars; muggle and wizarding.
The "Trio" was currently finishing their last year of school. The current headmistress, Professor McGonagall, invited everyone back to finish their final year of schooling, but with a few changes. For example, those in their eighth year don't have a curfew during school days and gets the weekend to themselves. Hermione worked for the Order on the weekend, Ron worked with his brother George at his shop (and doing surprisingly well), and Harry went over to the burrow for some much needed rest and relaxation. Harry had proposed to Ginny with plans to marry her after graduation.
Harry had gone with Hermione to find her parents. They left shortly after the war was over. With the help of a few unexpected people they managed to slip away after the trails were over. Hermione told Harry that she was going alone and as she had told Harry before he left on the horcrux search, he refused to stay behind. He still could recall what she had said to him.
"Harry...Im the one always saving you from situations you always get caught in."
"The day I don't abandon you, is the day you abandon me." Harry had simply stated with a caring expression on his face. Hermione couldn't argue with that which Harry had known that before he said it.
Once they located Hermione's parents in Australia, they had tried everything they could think of to restore her parent's memories. After a three months of trying, hundreds of spells and potions later, they realized that there was nothing they could do to return their memories. Harry held Hermione in the same tent the had used the year before and let her cry. Having lost every person he considered family (excluding the weasleys), he knew how much she need that release of emotions. They slept in the same bed for over two weeks while Hermione greived. Harry couldnt envy her at all. Yes her parents were still alive and well. And yes he knew that they were happy in thier current life, he couldnt imagine what she felt. His parents were gone and buried. Sirius, Lupin, hell even Dumbledore were all gone. He would never see any of them again. He could grieve and know that though he missed them, they were on their next big adventure together in the afterlife. Probably pranking everyone around them. Whereas Hermione would always know her parents were healthy, alive, and happy. But yet...they weren't her parents anymore. There would be no more comforting hugs, no more shared hot chocolates, family trips, letters home, christmas gifts, or anything else that would normally come from such a loving family. She would always know she had erased herself from their minds. They would never look at her as their daughter again. In that respect Harry felt he was better off. He never had to worry about running into them and be thought of as a stranger. So no, Harry didnt envy her at all. For the first time in his young life he was actually greatful to have been raised by family. Because even if his childhood at home was not what he'd wish on anyone, he at least had blood relatives. He also had the Weasleys. He had always been welcomed with open arms and had a never expired invitation to their home. They never extended that to Hermione. Well for everyone but the twins and Ginny. Even Ron had complained about having to spend the summer with the "study dictator". Harry thought hard and long during those nights on his life. Past, present, and future was mulled during those few weeks he held his best friend during her grief. He eventually came to two conclusions. First, he decided he would propose to Ginny. He felt it was the right thing to do. Secondly he decided to look through all the books they had brought, or bought, with them in hpes of Hermione being reunited with her parents. He kept looking for something, anything, that would help his dearest friend until he found something.
They decided to head back to England after the autumn equinox. So the day of the equinox Harry approached Hermione with his idea to give her and himself a true family. Hermione broke down into tears but this time it was in awe, love, and happiness of Harry. Harry joined her, tears running down both their faces, as they held on to each other. Finally, they both would have family and a since of belonging they both had never truely felt before. So they performed a blood binding ritual on the autumn equinox making them blood and magical siblings.
When they finally got back in England, they registered with the Ministry of Magic as siblings just in case anything happened to either of them. They told both Ron and Ginny about the binding but kept it from everyone else. After all the publicity they got as kids, they wanted to keep their current lives as private as possible. While Ginny had been ecstatic to learn that she would have a sister, Ron exploded in anger, stating that he couldn't be with his soon-to-be sister-in-law. No one in the family would have felt that way, but Ron was beyond listening to anything anyone else said.
It took Ron about 2 hours (and a slap from Ginny) to realize he was arguing with himself. Hermione had surprised everyone except Harry by agreeing with Ron. Harry already knew that Hermione saw Ron as nothing more than a friend. Harry and Hermione had several long serious talks while on the search for her parents. All the years of Ron treating her as a walking encyclopedia, someone to do his homework while he fooled around in school, and him leaving them both during the war had left them both feeling upset and angry. It took Harry those few months to get used to his magic and control all over again. Apperantly having an extra peice of a very evil soul attached to ones magical core and soul makes a huge difference. He now has more control and power to his magic. His thoughts are also much clearer. Hermione was able to help him learn occlumency and legilimency.
Hermione and Ron had stayed friends, once Ron calmed down. Ron took it upon heimself to protect his "sister" from the "wrong sort of men". Harry honestly just thought that Ron was still in love with her so he wanted to keep all other men way from her and was using the "sister" card as a front. Hermione often went to the library to escape Ron to "study" when in reality she was more often than not just reading or writing in her journal.
Sometimes she would help tutor some of the younger students who needed help recovering from their year under the tutelage of the Death Eaters. The few times she had decided to try dating a few of her fellow students, Ron had acted like a real prat and scared the guys off. There wasn't a single guy in the school who didn't want to date Hermione, except perhaps the Slytherin boys, but they were scared off by Ron, or rather annoyed to the point they deemed it not worth it. The only boys who seemed not to give a damn about what Ron thought, were the Slytherins. Harry seriously doubted any of them wanted to date her. Granted, they all seemed to at least be civil with her now, but they never showed any sort of interest in her romantically. Of course even if they did, Harry doubted that they would ever buck up enough courage to ask her and not because of Ron either.
Harry chuckled at a memory he had of Draco telling off Pansy for calling Hermione a mudblood slut just before the opening feast that year. Harry was glad that things where chaging even within the school. Juust 2 years ago you would never had heard a Slytherin standing up for a Gryffindor. Especially Draco Malfoy of all people. Pansy's face was absolutely priceless. He didn't know if she had sucked on a lemon, her face had become a cross breed of a pug dog and a humans face, like she'd just been told she had to help the house elfs with thier chores if she wanted money for her hair and make up supplies, or all of the above.
"What's so funny Harry?" Ron asked as they approached the library main doors.
"I was just remembering Pansy's face before the opening feast."
"Yeah that was priceless. Don't know what that ferret was playing at though."
"Well maybe he has finally-" Harry stopped talking as they heard moaning coming from within the library as they approached the doors. Harry noticed three things immediately. First, Malfoy and Zabini had arrived at the library at the same time they did. Second, the moaning was coming from Hermione. Lastly, she was not moaning in pain.
"Not again!" Harry groaned to himself. Apparently not quiet enough for Draco to not hear him. The slytherin raised an eyebrow at Harry before following Ron and Blaise into the library. Thus leaving Harry to slowly follow them all to the area the sound was coming from. Harry really hoped she was making out with a guy because the other two options were much worse.
Harry groaned again as they came upon his sister. On the ground, surrounded by a few open books, had Hermione, Gryffindor princess, with her shirt unbuttoned, bra pushed to the side. Her skirt was bunched up over her knees which were bent and open. Harry could see that her panties were pushed down to her calves. All four boys stood there watching but only 2 of them seemed to be shocked. Draco had a very calculating look on his face. Harry watched him as he analysised the situation. He knew Draco was trying to figure out what was causing Hermione to do such a thing in public place. Harry was trying to do everything he could to not look at his sister as she grouped and fingered herself. He had walked in on her enough times over the summer to know she won't stop until she found her release. So Harry watched Draco to gauge his facial expressions.
Harry wasn't as close to him as Hermione was but this year he decided to not judge people on their actions before and during the war. Unless they were extremely harmful and a willing participant in their actions. While it was difficult to decern the victims of the imperious cure from the fakers, Kingsley did not take any chances this time around. He paid Hermione and Harry to brew as many couldrons of vertiserum as possible. Kingsley planned on using it at every trail so no innocents were sentenced to prison and no guilty parties were let free.
"Master….Master" Hermione moaned causing Ron to let out a strangled whimper. To the redhead, this was every boy's wet dream since the yule ball when they all saw that she was in fact a girl. But to hear Hermione calling anyone master is enough to make Ron instantly hard.
Harry's head whipped down to look at Hermione in shock. He had never heard her say anything when he had walked in on her by accident. So this was new. He glanced back up at Draco. Draco raised an eyebrow as Harry's eyes cuaght his as if to ask if this was normal for her to do. Harry barely shook his head. Draco slightly nodded and turned his caculating eyes back to the beautiful girl on the floor.
"Master, please….please master." The girl kept moaning. "Please let me cum….plea- oh god!"
Ron was panting by this point and was in obvious pain due to his muggle jeans. Harry and Ron were by her head so they only saw her playing with her breast with one hand and the other was under her skirt but they couldn't really see what she was doing. Harry thanked magic itself for that miracle.
"What is she-" Harry started to ask just to be cut off again.
"Master….Oh god, master!" Hermione's voice had raised in volume to the point of screaming. "Harder master, harder!"
Ron let out another strangled groan as he felt himself get so hard that it felt like his pants was digging into his skin. Harry started shifting from one foot to the other not really knowing what to do but becoming extremely embarrassed. Neither of the Slytherins were showing any emotions at the moment, but one was sporting an extremely painful looking erection, yet not showing any signs that he even noticed. The other was starting to look around at the area to take in the entire scene. His eyes were brought back to the witch as she let out a loud shrieking scream.
"Sweet Merlin!" she cried out. "Master…Tom's…Merlin! So good! Master….Tom!"
"Who's?" Ron managed to grit out. He was in a lot of pain while trying to control his body.
Harry saw that Draco cocked an at him. Harry had paled at the name Tom. Harry held up two fingers in a L form on his left hand. On his right hand he held up his fingers in a V shape. Draco paled as his head jerked down slightly.
Hermione started screaming before anyone could say anything. "Tom! Master! Sweet Circe! Harder…fuck me harder!"
Ron, not being able to take it anymore, undid his jeans and started stroking himself as his dream girl kept screaming.
"Yes! Yes! Harder…master…harder...fuck me so hard I bleed! Yesss…Tom! Master!"
Hermione's pitch was getting increasingly higher as she got closer to climaxing. Ron was pumping himself so fast that he was about to blow his load in his hand. Harry was trying his hardest to ignore his own body's reaction. It was hard to hear and see something like this and not be affected even if it was his sister. His mind stayed focused and started scaning for dark magic. Harry glanced at Draco again shaking his head as he light his wand and then Noxed it, letting telling Draco he couldnt find any magic residue.
Malfoy followed Harry's example and scanned for magic as well. After finding none of the usual magical traces he took a deep breath and looked for the magical traces that still laced his childhood home. He found all sorts of residues in the room even within Harry. That surprised him as there was enough in him that it was as if he himself was very dark. Draco filed that in the back of his head to investigate later on. Draco again shook his head at Harry. While he found some in Harry, he had found nothing on or around Hermione.
Hermione kept screaming in what sounded like pain and pleasure, while calling out the names master and tom; intermittently until her entire body went stiff as a board. "Master! I'm…I'm…Mast…ma….Draco!" Hermione's body finally jerked and trembled as she found her release, startling Draco, Harry, and Blaise.
Ron exploded as she did and totally missed what she had said, while the other three boys looked at each other in surprise. Harry watched the two boys have a silent conversation before Malfoy took off his cloak, threw it over Hermione, and then picked her up. Harry, while watching Malfoy, missed Zabini picking something up off the ground. Hermione was still panting hard as Malfoy headed for the library doors.
"Where are you taking her?" Harry asked running after Malfoy.
"Infirmary" He grunted out while adjusting his robes as he waited for Zabini to go ahead of him.
"Oi!" Ron called out, after he collected himself, as he saw Malfoy heading out the main doors. "Put her down, ferret!"
"Infirmary" his replied again.
The two Slytherins walked as fast as they could to the med-wing. Zabini hexed anyone who was in the hall so that no one saw Malfoy carrying Hermione, who was still panting heavily. He even hexed the new D.A.D.A. professor, knocking her into an empty classroom and quickly warding the door. By the time she got out of the classroom, the boys were long gone. Harry was keeping people from following them as best as he could, but was more hesitant about hexing people.
Draco rushed to the farthest bed from the door to set Hermione down and shut the privacy curtain behind him. He quickly cast a silencing spell along with a privacy bubble just in case. No one who wasn't supposed to be there would automatically stay away from the curtained area. Meanwhile, Blaise went to get Madam Promfrey. He quickly explained what happened, handed her what he picked up and then rushed out of the med-wing.
"Prick" Ron muttered as they headed to the curtained area. Harry wanted to punch Ron, partly surprised just how bad he wanted to deck his "friend" in the face. He was so disgusted by Ron's actions in the library that Harry stood well away from him, lest he acted on his impulses and broke Ron's nose.
Hermione was laying on the bed with Malfoy's cloak over her, sleeping peacefully. Madam Promfrey was quietly talking to Draco to get more information on what was going on. Harry tried to easedrop on their conversation.
Within minutes, Headmistress McGonagall and Aberforth Dumbledore walked in with Zabini trailing behind them. After they were quickly filled in on the situation, Aberforth turned to the Gryffindor boys and asked, "Why is it that Mr. Malfoy is the one who thought to bring her here and why did it take so long?" even though he did not have the ever present twinkling that his brother always had, he was respected as being as powerful as his brother. He was filling in as head of Gryffindor for the time being and was quite astonished at the Slytherin's quick thinking but was disappointed in the two Gryffindor boys.
"Well sir," Malfoy began before anyone else could answer. "It is not uncommon for the death eaters to hex or curse their prisoners a fashion close to this for information. I didn't want to pick her up any sooner giving that, if it is a hex or curse that is similar to the ones the death eaters used, it can cause more physical damage on the girl then letting the fantasy play itself out."
"So why is it that you two," McGonagall pointed at Harry and Ron before continuing, "didn't find it strange for Hermione to be doing this to begin with?"
Ron blushed crimson at the thought that McGonagall might know what he had been doing while he was watching Hermione. "I thought so, 100 points from Gryffindor Mr. Weasley." McGonagall's lips where so thin that Ron just lowered his head in shame. "Mr. Potter?"
"Well….the thing is…um," Harry started turning red as he continued, "This…um…(gulp) isn't…the….um…well…"
"Out with it Potter!" Aberforth snapped at him.
Harry gulped and looked at the floor as he said, "It isn't the first time. This has been going on since before the start of term. But she's never voiced anything other than moans and has differently never said any names before."
Before anyone could respond, Hermione started to pant and moan in her sleep. Malfoy could tell that she was already fingering herself as she started to squirm on the bed. Everyone just stared at Hermione not quite believing that she would do this in front of other students again, let alone in front of three staff members.
"Master….Master….Yes, master…I was naughty." Hermione started flinching as if she was being hit by something. "I can't help it master! I was thinking of you and tom inside me…at the same time…it makes me so wet, master." Hermione was breathing so heavy that she was covered in a soft sheen of sweat.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you go summon the D.A. professor? I don't care how you do it, just get her here." McGonagall managed to say even though her face had gone three shades paler. Draco quickly left as Blaise started conjuring up chairs for the three staff members. "Mr. Weasley, you are excused." McGonagall sighed as she set down. Harry just grabbed the chair by the bed and set down next to the teachers.
"Master…please…" Hermione pleased. "I can't take it anymore! Please let me cum for you…Please!"
Madam Promfrey started running tests on Hermione to see if she could discover what was causing the school's most prized and respectful student , to behaving in such a way. After 5 minutes, she could only discern that the young witch was asleep.
"She's asleep. I think the problem would be solved if we woke her. I could find no traces of light or dark magic."
"Thank you Poppy, but I think it would be wise to wait for the professor to show before doing anything. We may be dealing with an untraceable spell. I just hope Mr. Malfoy hurries." McGonagall said as Hermione started to beg again.