A/N As promised here is another chapter, and just a day after I uploaded chapter 3. I'm going on vacation next week, so I want to update as much as possible since i'll be missing a full week. I hope you guys are enjoying this story as much as I am enjoying writing it! Read and Review :)
I was sitting on my couch in my study reading a book when I heard the doorbell ring, for the umpteenth time today. However, this time I knew who it was I primped myself as I walked to the door. Fluffy my hair, making sure nothing was in my teeth and applying a nude lip stick in the mirror in the hallway. I don't know why I go through such extremes, Devin and I have been dating for about a year and a half. It is a serious relationship, he has met my girls and we have had family dates. I can honestly see myself with a future with this man.
I fling open the door and there stands Devin, dressed casually and handsome. He was wearing a pair of faded denim jeans, and white t-shirt that looked soft and was begging me to rub on. He topped it off with a blazer, leaning coolly against my door frame with a bouquet of obviously dyed purple roses. I sigh and stare into his deep hazel eyes with flecks of green.
"You know Devin, I never get tired of staring into those beautiful eyes of yours." I say wistfully.
"Of course, you know I get lost in your chocolate eyes too." He says as he enters and gives me my roses. He then wraps his arm around my waist and his other hand stroking through my hair. He stares intently at me until he gently presses his lips against mine.
I forget the roses as I drop them right there in the foyer and wrap my arms around his neck; he then moves his hands to my butt and proceeds to lift me up. Giving me leverage so that I was looking down on him as I molested his mouth, him taking advantage of feeling on my arse. He pushed me against my wall, willing entrance for his tongue to my mouth. Of course I let him, as great of a man he is our relationship has been extremely physical since the beginning.
Devin and I met a few years ago, the twins were around 8 years old and I was so lonely and so desperate for physical intimacy. I had gone on dates but most of the men were interested in marriage and seriously dating and when I mentioned my twins they were instantly put off. That was fine by me. I was wandering down the street after a particularly bad date in where the man said he didn't 'need the baggage' referring to my twins. I dumped my drink on him and my plate of half eaten Alfredo in his lap, arsehole.
I went into a pub wanting to drown my sorrows when I noticed him in my peripheral, and he was following me with his eyes. Feeling dejected I simply walked to the bar and ordered a whiskey, unbeknownst to me he had gotten up and the next thing I know he is sitting next to me. We instantly hit it off, both of us plastered and well horny. Before I know it he is slamming me against the side of a building in the alley lifting up my skirt, pushing my panties aside and slamming into me hard. It was ecstasy, and I know I know it's not the smartest thing to do. A stranger, unprotected sex, I am being the worst type of role model for my kids. However I am an adult who has needs and hasn't gotten laid since before the twins were born.
We continued on with our illicit sexual encounters for 4 months. It was great exhilarating and wholly satisfying. Always at his place because I couldn't have him and the girls accidently stumble upon each other. Also I'm a witch he is a muggle, which just seemed bad for business. He started to become clingy around that time, always wanting to actually go out on dates, and talk and do the whole relationship thing. Which I wasn't ready to do, so I cut off our sexual relationship completely. It wasn't until a month later that I realized that I missed him and that I may not be ready for it but it was ready for me. What kind of person would I be if I ignored what I obviously was trying to squash, and the great man that actually wanted to have more than just a sexual relationship with me? So I gave in, and from that moment we officially started dating he met the twins and well it's almost been fairytale. Only flaw, he doesn't know I'm a witch and I'm not exactly sure how to tell him. Statue of Wizardry Secrecy and everything makes it almost impossible for me to tell him. Sex aside, he has been a great confidant. Everything that happens I talk it through with him, modifying it a bit so that he doesn't hint to magic. When I am examining a body that was killed using a dark curse, I would tell him I'm examining a body that was poisoned and the poison caused to victims organs to rot. Things like that and it helps immensely.
"Devin, honey as much as I need this. I want to talk about something with you." I say hesitantly and I stop kissing him and just stare into his eyes.
"Are you sure you want to talk now?" he purrs muzzling my neck.
"I- I don't know. I need you, and I need to talk to you." I whimper. My resolve is breaking and its only a matter of seconds before I completely give into him.
"Come on kitten, I know you want me." He says licking my ear lobe.
That is all it takes before I give in, he knows what turns me on most and my ear lobe is like my Achilles heel. He carries me into my study and bends me over my desk; I slowly lift up my skirt. I always wear them when I know I will see Devin, easy access and less undressing that we have to do. I hear him unzip his jeans and hear the rustling of them falling to his ankles. He starts to tease my cunt with his thumb and I moan feeling myself get even wetter.
"Stop fucking around Devin," I moan lustily "Just fuck me."
"As you wish." He says eagerly. He teases my cunt with his dick a few times, slowly rubbing it before he plunges into me deep. I let out a breathy sigh and moan and he pumps into me ferociously. I feel tingles going up my legs as I begin to feel my walls tightening against him.
He realizes that my legs are getting weak at takes one leg and wraps it around his waist. Her fists my hair and yanks my neck back, giving him access to my neck and ear. As I match his rhythm and he sucks on my neck I feel myself beginning to come undone around him. He purposely slows down to draw out my orgasm.
"Oh god, please don't stop keep going." I murmur
"I want you to beg for it kitten."
"Please." I say eagerly
"Not good enough kitten," he says as he goes even slower. With each small thrust agonizing I feel myself growing impatient "You know what I want to hear."
I try to out play his game by thrusting myself on him, so that I can climax without begging. He loves this game; I don't like to not be in control. Sensing my action he pulls out completely leaving my vagina leaking and unfulfilled. I can't stand almost getting to an orgasm and then having it ripped away.
"Please – please Devin fuck me. Let me cum." I cry out.
Those being the magic words he dives back into me deep and I scream out in ecstasy. It only takes him three strokes before I am completely coming undone around his cock, which is still inside me pumping every bit of orgasm out of me. It's not long before I feel his seed spilling deep inside of me, and it's a marvelous feeling. He stops and leans on my back breathing heavily into my trussed hair. I laugh which causes him to laugh and before I know it we are both in stiches laughing at nothing except the fact that we just had amazing sex.
It is about 30 minutes later after Devin and I had sex and we are sitting in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate. We are playing footsies under the table and just staring at each other. It wasn't until he cleared his throat that I was brought back to the here and now.
"Well now that one need is out of the way, you said that you needed to talk to me also." Devin said as he put his mug in the kitchen sink.
"Right that. Well the girls as you know are going away to boarding school this fall."
"Oh yeah, that's true. Does this mean we can do it anywhere in the house now?" He asked laughingly
"You're such a bloody perv. No Devin, I mean we can but that's not the point. It's really hard to explain, but the girls won't be able to go to school here in France. They'd be expedited to the UK because its where my, um, lineage is. I'm getting together a legal case with Draco and Blaise because it's the same for their girls. I just." I pause, sigh and run my hand through my hair. "What should I do? I want the very best for my girls. I- there are just reasons."
"Well, I think it's weird that they are required to go to school because of lineage. What are you of royal blood?" He asks half serious
I have to laugh to myself because if only he knew what the people there actually thought of my blood.
"No, I'm not of royal blood. I just want my girls close and the guys agree with me. They want the same." I finish
"Of course they want the same." Devin says rolling his eyes.
I'm no idiot I know that he is not only insecure about the fact that my two closest friends are male, but he is extra insecure about Draco. We've had many fights over him; I'm not the only one who has caught on to the fact that Draco fancies me.
Sighing an annoyed sigh I go ahead and ask him what I know I don't want to know the answer to.
"What Devin? It's not bad that we all want our kids in the same country as us." I say getting annoyed.
"Oh of course it's not bad. That way your little buddy Malfoy can keep dropping by and have more reasons to hang out."
Even for someone who didn't grow up with Draco, they still don't like him and resort to his surname. It's kind of funny to me. This is why I didn't want a relationship, Draco and I have been there for each other for about 5 years now. Ever since his wife died, and he enrolled his daughter into the same primary school that Mia and Aria attended. Of course it started off rough, but once when he had completely broken down and I had to take care of Cassie for almost a month simultaneously taking care of her father. We formed a really tight bond; I didn't want to ruin that by getting romantically involved with him. What if it didn't work out, would our girls who had grown to be almost like sisters suffer because we couldn't keep it in our pants? No I couldn't do that, hence how I ended up on the prowl for sexual release and got Devin.
"Devin. I've said it once before I'll only say it once more. Draco is honestly just my friend," a very hot friend I think to myself "He is also Cassie's dad. Cass and Mia are inseparable; I don't know why you insist on being insecure about a friend."
"I'm insecure because I see the way he eye fucks you when you aren't looking!" He snarls
"Yet you're the one fucking me. Are we done with this topic?"
It always amazes me how we can go from having a lovely evening to him flushed red and spittle on the sides of his mouth at the mention of Draco.
"Look Hermione. We've been together a long time. I want to continue being together, but I don't like him. I don't like him around you, I don't like the fact that he thinks he even has a right to step inside this home. He's arrogant and cocky he's a bad seed." He says with a self-righteous tone. As if he is doing me a favor by pointing out flaws of Draco. He doesn't know that I know Draco is so much worse than that, but I love my friend flaws and all.
"That's your opinion. You're entitled to it; however that wasn't the topic Devin." I respond calmly
"It's not just my opinion. I know what that bastard it. You know what Hermione; I don't want you hanging around him anymore. Nor the girls and Cassie, who knows what kind of brat he has raised." Devin barks out.
I lose my temper at this point. To not only offend my friend who has had his share of tragedy in his short young life, but to attack an innocent young girl. Who is a lovely girl, and has been partly raised alongside Mia and Aria.
"Get out Devin." I say coldly
"No, I won't. Relationships are compromise; I've compromised for a year and a half. It's time for you to compromise; you can make new friends easily. You're a lovely woman Hermione, I can introduce you to some people I know. Trustworthy and intelligent like you." He's lost some of his bravado, but he still very much so demanding.
"Devin, I will not have you choosing my friends or even telling me who I can and can't be friends with. Also, you do not dictate who my children are friends with. You aren't their father last time I checked." I fume
"Yea, I'm not even sure you know who the father is." He spits cruelly. I gasp never before has he been this cruel.
"I swear to God if you don't get out Devin, I will remove you myself." With tears in my eyes, we have fought before, even screaming matches about Draco. However, he has never NEVER insulted me in this way. I am beyond hurt and am sure that given the chance I would Avada him where he stands.
"Oh my God. Hermione. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that. It just, I know you aren't like that. It's just I get so worked up over Malfoy, and I get insecure. Baby, I'm so sorry. I love you." He says in a rush.
"Just leave, I can't look at you right now." I say numbly
"I'll go, but I won't give up on you. I'm so sorry please I'll make it up to you. Let me make it up to you." He pleads
"I'll let you know. Right now I'm just.. Please just go." I say weakly.
He walks out the back door with a longing glance at me but doesn't say another word. I collapse in the kitchen chair and begin to cry my eyes out. It hurts that someone who loves me would tear me down so thoroughly, I hadn't experienced treatment like that since… since Ron. Of course I knew who the girls' father was, I may not have known him well but I knew who he was. I didn't ask to be a single mother. I didn't ask to be raped…
A shadowy figure lurked along the forest looking for an oak tree with a hole in it. He had been hiding in this forest or that forest for the past decade, never staying in one place for long. Each forest he would look for an oak tree, it's a tree that he could easily hide in. Not to mention casting wards around said tree.
Once he found the tree he acknowledged the sickly figure hunched beside it. He kicked it.
"Get your sorry arse up, ya bastard." He snarled at the figure.
"Whadd'ya bloody want?"
"The girl, what is the news?"
"You should bloody well know. It's an ancient law, her bastards will have to step foot back on British soil. Go to Hogwarts."
I kick him swiftly in the ribs, enjoying the satisfying crunch I feel underfoot. "Watch who you're calling a bastard, those are MY kids. Fucking tosser."
Everything was going to plan, his kids will be back within his grasp and soon so will the mudblood. He will claim his heirs and he will claim their mother, she escaped him once she won't be so lucky this time around. This time, he had a plan and had others who were more than willing to help with the downfall of the infamous mudblood. He couldn't wait.
A/N Who do you guys think the man who raped Hermione is? Should she get back with Devin? Remember this is a romance and a tragedy, a main character will end up dead.