Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately. But Jo has redeemed herself after her confession.
HARMONY SHIPPERS, REJOICE!
Summary: This is set in an Alternate Potterverse, in their hypothetical 7th year. Harry gets possessive, and Hermione is on the receiving end. Enough said.
A.N: Rated M, for obvious reasons. Kiddies are NOT welcome. This is a change from the previous chapter.
It is downright passionate smut..
It had been a long two years for the wizarding world. The reason was a self-styled Dark Lord and his band of merry murderers making it their business to spread death, destruction and causing a hell lot of trouble in general. Harry, Hermione and Ron had been in the middle of it all, as usual. The war had claimed lot of lives, money and left the denizens of Wizarding Britain floundering and picking up the pieces of their ruined livelihoods, trying to sew it back together into some semblance of order and sanity.
A year ago, Harry had finished off Voldemort after a year of treasure hunting and guerrilla warfare. It had all come to a head at Hogwarts in an epic battle. It had cost him his parents, Remus, Sirius, Dumbledore, Tonks, Fred, his school mates and a whole lot of other people he would never know the names of, but at least it was over.
He would be forever thankful to the powers-that-be, that he, Hermione and Ron had made it through. Shaken, injured, devastated, but alive. It had taken the Wizarding World another year to get back to a respectable state. It was on its way, but there was work to be done.
Harry, however was back at Hogwarts to finish his seventh year with his friends. The Golden Trio, as they were named, had opted to finish school, despite standing offers of immediate jobs from all the top tiers at the Ministry, the Quidditch League and private corporations. Hermione had chosen to go Hogwarts, and Harry and Ron; after a month of debate and discussions had decided to follow her, despite Ron's obvious reluctance.
Harry was thankful that his decision had turned out so well. He wanted to enjoy himself, live as normally as possible and let go of all the stress and tension of the war. He and Hermione had been elected Head Boy and Girl. Hermione had been ecstatic, until Harry and Ron had interrupted her squeals and reminded her with amused expressions that it was a foregone conclusion. Harry had been the big surprise. He had not been prefect and it had come as a shock to him. McGonagall had refused to entertain his requests to return the badge after which Harry had convinced her to give the captain's post of the Gryffindor quidditch team to Ron, reasoning that he had more than enough on his shoulders. The Headmistress had agreed and Harry continued to play seeker, with Ron taking on the role of Captain with obvious joy and no small amount of skill.
Ginny had been overjoyed to have them back. She and Harry had resumed their courtship, with Ron and Hermione also starting theirs. However, both relationships had fizzled out within a few months with Ron and Hermione parting on amicable terms, as had Harry and Ginny. The war had changed them all, fundamentally from the people that they had been. Puppy love had lost all meaning to them. Friendships had grown stronger. They had come out battered, bruised and traumatized, but they would endure and continue to live.
The Great Hall, Hogwarts, 14th February, 10:30 P.M
Harry looked around, searching for his friends. Neville was dancing a slow waltz with Susan Bones and Ron was seated at a table with Luna, both nursing glasses of punch and looking into each other's eyes with tenderness, lost to the world around them. Ginny was chatting with Dean. They had rekindled their romance after Ginny and Harry had spilt up. All of them looked happy and content.
Harry turned his attentions towards his date, who was chatting with Blaise Zabini from Slytherin. As Head Boy and Girl, Harry and Hermione were required to attend the ball. With both of them being single, Harry had asked Hermione to be his date, to which she had accepted with a smile.
Both he and Hermione had decided to go classic muggle, with him wearing a fitted tuxedo and slacks. When Hermione had first come down the stairs, Harry had been stupefied into silence. She was wearing an evening gown made of a deep cherry coloured, satiny material. It clung to the contours of her body, left her shoulders bare except for the straps holding it up and had a long slit down the side, showing a good amount of creamy skin and a hint of cleavage. Her hair was tastefully done up with a few strands framing her face, leaving her neck bare. She had the diamond earrings and a matching necklace that Harry had gotten her this past Christmas and wore arm length gloves of the same material. Judging from the stares they had received, both looked good.
Harry had been speechless for a good minute, after which an amused and blushing Hermione had to close his gaping mouth herself. Harry didn't mind at all. He would show all the appreciation he had for his beautiful friend and then some more. His feelings for her had grown from simple friendship to a crush and then, after she and Ron had split up, to yearning, to love. He loved her, of that he was certain.
After a long evening spent dancing, dining and then some more dancing, she had claimed tiredness and Harry had gone to fetch drinks. Zabini had obviously set his sights on her and in his absence, was flirting up a storm. Hermione was laughing at his attentions as he whispered something in her ear, his mouth brushing against her skin and his fingers stroking her arm.
Harry felt a different kind of emotion inside him. Jealousy was eating at him. He had planned to reveal his feelings to her at the end of this night but judging by what was taking place, by the way that Zabini was slowly seducing her with words and caresses, his feelings were in real danger of remaining unspoken.
When Zabini slipped his arm around her slender waist, very close to the curve of her breast with obvious intent, it was more than Harry could take.
Forgetting the drinks, he marched up to them with slow, measured strides. Cutting in between, he startled both of them.
"Hello, Zabini. May I have my date back?"
Blaise Zabini had seen many things in his life, but the fire in that emerald gaze scared him. He had thought that Granger would be an easy conquest for the evening, the way she was responding to his advances. And she looked delectable this evening. He had been looking forward to seducing her, taking her to his room and then enjoying her all night. It would be another notch on his bedpost.
Sadly for him, he had forgotten about her date and who it was.
Never mind the fact that Hermione had her wand hidden in her gloves and would have reduced him into a pile of goo with a single curse.
He thought about arguing, but the deadly intent now shining in those eyes had him gulping in fear. Harry's eyes were glowing green, his magic crackling with a subtle sense of power, showing Blaise all the reasons why he should have picked a different target this evening.
He turned towards Granger. She was smirking, smirking at him, with amusement written all over her lovely face and pity in her eyes. Blaise was dumbstruck, realizing that she had obviously used him to make Potter jealous, flirting with him in plain sight, knowing that Harry had been watching them.
Spoilt prince that Blaise Zabini was, he had no hope of facing down the two architects of the Dark Lord's defeat, not when they were the Man-Who-Won and the Brightest Witch of Her Age.
He turned tail and walked away. It was so not worth it. He would find someone else for the night.
Hermione Granger was a very happy witch at the moment. When noted playboy Blaise Zabini had come up and attempted to charm her, she had at first thought of pulling out her wand and saying no, but then she had noticed Harry by the drinks stand, gazing around the hall with a serene, tender look on his handsome face.
It had made her heart skip a couple of beats. The guy had no idea what he did to her with his charm and poise. And those eyes. They took her breath away, especially with the one-of-a-kind look he reserved for her. No longer was Harry the awkward eleven year old, timid and inexperienced. After all that he had faced and lived through, he had the ability to charm the best of the fairer sex, Hermione included. Not to mention that she had fallen for him in their fourth year. That love had festered in her heart, growing stronger with each passing moment.
Hermione had never told him that he was the reason for her and Ron's break up. In fact, it was Ron who had brought it up in the first place, seeing what her heart had told her years before but her mind refused to acknowledge. He was very happy with Luna these days, so Hermione had no qualms about their break up. It left her free for the boy she had given her heart when she was fourteen.
She had planned on confessing her feelings to Harry, but it looked like Zabini had other plans. A damper on a superb evening, for sure.
But then Harry looked in her direction and she noticed his countenance change from serene to thunderstruck and then to that of fierce jealousy. A shiver went down her spine. It looked like Harry was taking the initiative tonight. And so she had happily flirted with Zabini, responding with false laughs and superficial expressions until Harry had cut in between them, just as Zabini was getting a little too forward.
And then she felt Harry's magic around her. It felt fierce, protective and possessive. She felt herself getting wet, her nipples hard and chafing against her bra. Her arousal had been on a high all that evening from being in close quarters with Harry, but this open defence of her was more than she could take.
She turned amused eyes towards Zabini, who looked like he was going to shit himself.
Not like you had a chance anyway, you pretentious tosser, she thought.
After Zabini had slunk away, Harry turned towards her and her breath was taken away. His face was awash with a jumble of emotions, possessiveness and love warring against each other.
Her panties were soaked. She wanted Harry, and immediately.
She was shaken out of her thoughts by Harry's firm hold on her arm. Hermione felt like jumping for joy inside.
"Come with me." His voice was little more than a growl at this point.
He wrapped his hands around her waist tightly, almost as if to erase all traces of Zabini's taint and dragged her to their private quarters. Giving the password to the smirking portrait that guarded their shared common room, he allowed her to step inside first and then followed. Once inside, he pulled her into his room and closed the door. Inside, he turned to face her.
- To be Continued in Chapter 3 -
Author's Note:
- These are some of the most the most heated words I have ever written.
- And truth be told, the scene between Hermione and Zabini felt like I was committing some kind of sacrilege while I wrote it. So I'm gonna serve up some good H/Hr loving in the next chapter.
- The good part is coming up in the next chapter, and soon. It'll live up to it's rating, don't worry.
- Reviews and thoughts please!
Sincerely,
Lust of Alucard
