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It is rated M, not providing specific tags. My muse tells me how Hermione and Thorfinn interact, blame her or him...
Wednesday morning it was. The two longest days in his life, he drove Ellinor up the wall. He kept pacing, running around the house engaging in unfinished projects. She told him to take walks; he started to run, he needed to shed energy.
"She was the reason you haven't found a woman, right?" She said as Hermione and Roland left the house. She watched him paint her front room with more force than required, he helped her out when her husband Theodore was away on business, she told him they could have it done by a tradesman, but no he would do anything for her.
"You can't stand being alone in your workshop." She said. "Hermione is the one you keep painting, and she is the sculpture you won't show me." She dared him as he pushed the paintbrush with force against her wall.
"Ellinor..." He growled, she was so observant, pushing him as far as she could without making him snap. Not that she could, he wasn't one to raise his hands. He'd kick marble, wield his hammer and chisel, but hitting or hexing because he was angered, no, that wasn't him.
"So it appears you have a son, I hope he's yours he is such a funny, beautiful little boy, Finny."
Thorfinn cracked, he broke to pieces, he started to sob, Ellinor hugged him.
"Ssssh, hush, let it go big oaf." She sat on the floor stroking his hair as he hung against her.
"I have a little boy." He sniffed. Gods yes he made a boy with Granger. He was perfect.
"What's the deal with you two anyway," Ellinor asked as she twirled his hair around her finger.
"I dunno, do you want details how it came about, you're not going to get those," Thorfinn smirked. Shagging the girl up against his corridor wall, impaling her with his cock, making her scream as he buried his seed in her. Gods, he was convinced she was on some potion, she was married for Merlin's sake.
"Thorfinn, you do know I'm a mean Legilimency practitioner." She smiled in his hair.
"I'm a dab at occluding Nori." His smile was genuine.
"Yeah but you're thinking about how Roland came about, your face tells tales, Finny." She could read his non-verbal communication like the back of her hand.
They sat next to each other both quiet, contemplating what took place today. Thorfinn was a father. The man who couldn't hold a relationship, girls came and went. There was something causing a massive obstacle between him and girls.
Ellinor now had a face to the person. Hermione Granger- Weasley. Yes, she was married to Ronald Weasley, head auror and well-known part of the savior trio. Thorfinn didn't stand a chance. Her heart went out to her big brother; he needed protection, roles reversed. He regarded it as his purpose in life taking care of his little sister, shielding her from guys like him. He was mistaken she was level-headed, she could do without looking after. She chose Theodore Nott, cool and collected Slytherin, and she could be as aloof as he was. She took crap from no one. He was so fortunate to have her as his sister she brought prospective. He was glad he could talk in earnest with her.
Thorfinn paced up and down his workshop, running his hand through his beard, he showered for what felt like an eternity, he wanted to be clean. He made coffee, drank liters off the stuff. Without Nori here to keep him grounded he felt misplaced, he feared what he would say or do, scaring Hermione off without getting answers.
The front doorbell rang, he waited, going to the door meant she was there for real, he couldn't do real, they would talk about their boy. He wasn't sure he could handle that, it would mean she acknowledged him as a father or deny him. He wanted it to be true, then again how would the little nipper deal with his life being a lie up to now. Gods what an absolute fucking mess. He stroked his beard, taking a deep breath.
The damn thing rang again, he slowly made his way towards his doom, he painted Hermione, hell he sculpted her from the most expensive marble he could find, she never had a face, he gave her a body he perfected it, feeling the cool veined ancient material under his pads.
He opened the door, staring into a mass of auburn curls, she stood there facing the road.
"Hey." He so wanted to shout at her accusing her of withholding her son from him. He...
Hermione turned around facing him with watery eyes. "Hey..." She walked past him, standing in the corridor, her shoulders sagged. "I can't do this. I can't' its a mistake."
Thorfinn followed her in, closing the door behind him, resting his back against it, he wouldn't let her go, not without an explanation he felt he was owed.
She turned again, wanted to flee, it took her long enough coming over, the turmoil in her head, dropping Rollo off at his playgroup, he sensed her emotion, he wouldn't let go of her legs, he never acted out. He cried and cried for his mummy when she left the building, making it so much more difficult. She was a bad mum, and she didn't deserve him. She tried to push through Thorfinn. She wanted out of this house, this corridor, where they made said little boy. "Let me out Rowle." She spat at him.
"You owe me an explanation, how come Weasley's boy looks like me when I was a nipper."
"Let me out!" She screamed at him, kicking the door.
To no avail, he held her by her upper arms. Built like concrete, he didn't give way. She could kick all she wanted, and his house had sound blocking charms. "Granger stop it, I'm not going to hurt you, not if you don't want me too if you do let me know and I will stripe your bum."
Hermione looked up at him. His fake grin was intoxicating, she tilted her head, her eyes locked on his. She stood on her toes as she placed a kiss on his lips.
He was as responsive as a mountain.
She placed another kiss on the corner of his mouth. She pushed her nose against his cheek. "Come on big boy, punish me, put me over your knee and give it to me, I deserve it." Her hand went down his stomach towards his crotch. He grabbed her wrist rather painfully before she could slap him. "What is it Rowle, don't you want to fuck me, your eyes tell me you want to."
"I'm forfeiting. I'm not letting some other man play daddy with my kid a second time, Rollo is mine right?"
"I'm on a potion, so there won't be a second time, Ron does a fine job by the way." She felt great being cruel anything better than sympathy or contempt from him, anger better suited, pushing his buttons.
"You bitch," he grabbed both her wrists, he pushed her against the wall, her arms above her head, he felt good smudging her matte red lipstick, as he pushed his tongue in her mouth. Shutting her up like this felt like the only option he had.
Hermione got what she wanted; angry sex was better than talking and crying, she kissed him back like there was no tomorrow. She pawed at his clothes, unfastening his belt, sprang him free, she pumped him with her hand.
He turned her around, pulled her jeans down her back, exposing her backside, he tilted her hip, so he had a good angel, feeling between her legs, she was sopping, he pushed himself inside her.
"Oh, godssss" Hermione hissed. He was so much better than Ron ever hoped he could be.
"On the floor little bitch, I want to ride you doggy style." This act was not loving, nothing personal. It was a way to channel his anger.
Hermione sank to her knees, sticking her bum out, resting her head on her lower arms. He pushed himself back inside her, he refrained from hunching over her, no personal contact, unloading his junk imperative, as fast as possible. He gave her what she came for. He hated himself for it. He had no misgivings about not pleasuring her. He humped her like an animal, and he felt as if he was nothing more. Animalistic, brutal.
Hermione gritted her teeth as he rode her like an unleashed primal bear. She could leave him to it. It was what she wanted. No need, she couldn't do sweet loving sex with him.
Thorfinn felt a sensation creeping up his spine, his bollocks tightened, he unloaded his anger, pulling out as he shot his semen, he wasn't about to make the same mistake. "Oh, hell..." His spunk landed in her hair. It was almost funny. He zipped back up. Helped Hermione to stand up, he took his wand from his arm holster, scorgifying her strands with care.
"Glad we got this out of the way, now tell me why did you think it was an okay thing keeping my firstborn from its rightful Rowle name?" He took her hand in his as he leads her to his kitchen, a tea, and some whiskey what he needed, it was ten o'clock in the morning but sod that.
Hermione sat down on the kitchen chair. They were going to discuss this. There was no way around it. She could feel her nether region. He was in there a minute ago, and now they were civilly sitting at the kitchen table like grown-ups. It was all topsy-turvy.
Thorfinn put tap water in the kettle, waving his wand, boiling the water. He poured it into two mugs he took from the shelf hanging over his counter, placed two tea tips inside them, took milk from the refrigerator added a dollop and sugar before he extracted the tea bags. He didn't ask Hermione how she took her tea figuring she needed the sugar, Merlin; she was so thin. He placed the mug in front of her on the stripped wooden table. He built the damn thing himself. He walked to his living room; he kept his liquor there.
Hermione placed her hands on the steaming mug, letting her thoughts wander, how was she ever going to explain the mess she was in. She startled from her thoughts as Thorfinn came back from wherever he went, he placed a large tumbler next to her tea, he rested his hands on her shoulders, placing his chin on top of her head. "Now tell me, little Witch, how come Ron doesn't question his parentage towards a blond little boy.
Where to start indeed, answering this question would take a while, she remembered how they fucked the first time in the same place they had just moments before. Thinking about it made her wet, she and Thorfinn had chemistry, it was the defining fit of bodies and souls, however short-lived it was, they were a match made in hell.
She told him how she came back to Ron finding her children gone. They were staying with their uncle and aunt. She and Ron discussed having another child, knowing perfectly well conceiving was difficult, he told her it was down to her, her eggs weren't responsive, they had Rose and Hugo because they followed an Ostara Spring Equinox rite and a Summer solstice rite. He told her months before they should abstain from sex so he could save his sperm count or another bollocks reason. When she returned home, he had ordered her to shower and get ready for their rite. She did as he asked, feeling guilty for having sex with Thorfinn.
Low and behold her next menstruation didn't come, Ron checked her cycle like a hawk, they were both elated to have succeeded. She pushed having coupled with Thorfinn away, discarding it as a possibility. She had a quiet pregnancy, She wasn't sick, not like before anyway. When Rollo was born he was as bald as a cue ball, his blue eyes vibrant and prominent. When his hair finally showed, it came in white. Her father told her he was the same. She again fed herself the lie it was all perfectly explainable. The boy became the light of her life, Ron, on the other hand, grew more demanding, he told her she was not stable, having her work from home to calm her nerves. He undermined her self-respect and worth, thinking back he started acting weird when Rollo grew his white-blond hair.
"He does treat the boy as a dad should." Thorfinn gulped his whiskey down with a single large gulp.
"Yes he does, he's firm with him, but he is kind to him." Hermione was grateful that he did.
"I want a paternity test, not that I need one as it is obvious." He could murder the Weasley git for undermining Hermione's self-esteem, she was a little spitfire he liked that in her.
"I can order a Muggle kit, take a swab from his mouth, and we'll know in a few days." She suggested. How come she was so calm about this? She lived a lie for years; it was all perfect, she did not need to rock her boy's world, he was happy as he was. He had a large family, more cousins than he could count, he was fed, clothed, loved. Her anxiety niggled it's way back in her brain, oh god, oh, gods, what was happening? She tried to drink her tea, knocking it over, she stood up, ran towards the back door, she could escape from there, she was out of the house before Thorfinn could catch up.
Hermione ran to the side of the garden, she found an abandoned warehouse, or so she thought, she opened it, she stumbled against a statue, knocking her head on it, everything went pitch black.
Thorfinn ran after her, her sudden change in demeanor caught him off guard, the woman he encountered briefly before, the War heroine, the bright burning flame had dull eyes. He caught up with her in his workshop, where she ran straight into her twin. He carved a statue true to her persona.
Her breath was even as he cast a diagnostic spell, and her skull was intact. He checked her neck before he picked her up carrying her bridal style. This was becoming a habit. She was as light as a feather.
Thorfinn floo called Ellinor, she was a diagnostic healer at St. Mungo's, she stayed on the right side during the war, and was allowed to study, healing was her Vocation. Her specialty entailed stray curses and poisoning casualties.
"Finny, you cannot make a habit scaring the girl like that." Ellinor scolded as she knelt next to the sofa.
"What can I say girls are awestruck when they meet me." He loved how he could banter with her.
"You know she isn't seriously damaged, so why have you called me over?" Ellinor looked at the small slit on Hermione's head, Thorfinn had cleaned it and charmed the wound to close up. He was level-headed, he could deal with minor injuries, which this was, except for the woman being knocked out. "You're keeping her in sleep, why."
Thorfinn scratched his beard. "There's something not quite right about her. We were talking quite civil about her granting me a paternity test, she somehow short-circuited, took off and hit her head."
"So, she freaked." Ellinor arched her brow.
"That wasn't it. There wasn't anything to be freaked about, as far as I could tell," Thorfinn answered.
"What do you need me for Finny?" Ellinor watched the woman sleeping comfortably.
"I need you to run advanced diagnostics, maybe legilimens her." Thorfinn looked with anticipation at his sister.
"You're joking. You can't invade her privacy like that." Ellinor's voice turned soft.
"You have to Nori." Thorfinn stood up. He put his hands behind his head. "There's something very off. I know she is imperiussed or something similar."
His face stern, serious, concerned even. Yes, it was a concern, she watched him pace. He had his hair up in a bun, and he always looked so young with his hair up. He scared her.
"I'm not sure Finny." She knew Hermione from way back, and the woman was her senior by two years at Hogwarts, she somewhat looked up to her. Fearless, smart, persevering. It was no coincidence the light side had overcome the dark. The longer she looked at her she found her behavior unsettling.
"I'll do a diagnostic first." She sighed, holding her wand with two hands, she mutters her incantation. "Egritudo." She whispered, her wand vibrated as she held it. Ellinor read the information provided; her wand gave her colors, vibration, and smells. She digested it with shock, and she couldn't believe what she was getting, it was unheard of. It was cruel and entirely unethical.
"She's been poisoned, and her brain also gives off a funny vibe, you're right Finny, it looks serious." Ellinor sat back on her haunches. "This isn't good, and I'm not sure which sick fuck did this to her. We need to find out. It's punishable by modern Wizarding Law. It's medieval practice and even older, some Pagan and Druid practices. I need to establish which is which.
"You don't know how to lift it I gather?" Thorfinn got angry listening to what his kid sister provided. He was right though something seriously bad was going on inside Hermione, they needed to get to the bottom of it. He looked at Hermione with weary eyes, and he so wanted to hit someone, he had a good inclination as to who had this on his conscience