Crossing the Line

NC-17

H/Hr

Romance/Angst with a smidgeon of humor

Summary: Inhibitions serve as a final barrier for protecting us from our inner most desires. At times, it can be all that stands from a person doing the right thing and the wrong thing. What would happen if you could force someone to do the wrong thing?

An answer to the challenge proposed by Heather Sinclair of own nothing save the computer used to type this story.

If you're allergic to mildly to maybe a little more than mildly mature themes turn back now.

(Although since I told you that most of you will now go on anyways to see what I'm talking about)

It's a Catch 22

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Chapter 4: Crossing the Line

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To say she was sick was an understatement. She was demented, low, lower than dirt, lower than mud. The term 'mudblood' could truly be used to describe her now.

She'd finally figured out just what it was that was wrong with her, but it was too late. She'd been in the process of eating bits and pieces of food off a plate that Ron had given her when she started to feel the tell-tale symptoms again, only this time they were much stronger and getting stronger with every second.

She'd told Mrs. Weasley she wasn't feeling well before apparating back to The Burrow (and making a solemn vow to kill the being known as Ronald Bilius Weasley). She removed her wet undergarments before applying the magical salve to her fingers and then trying very hard to make the feelings go away but to no avail.

It only made her feel like a cocaine addict that couldn't get her fix. Screaming out in frustration, Hermione threw the useless bottle of stimulant across the room and began pacing and biting her nails excessively.

Her mind began to get more and more fuddled and soon it wasn't just about willpower, it was about convincing herself that the idea was bad in the first place.

'No one would ever know' A dark voice said

'I would and I couldn't do something like that to Harry, especially with the way he is now!' her inhibitions said

'He could be like that forever; he isn't doing anyone any good right now. At least this way, he'd still be able to be someone's savior. Harry would be happy to know that the body he is no longer using is being used to bring you immense pleasure.' The dark voice whispered

"NO!" Hermione screamed out loud

'Just imagine how it would it good it would feel to give in. How good it will be when you make love to him.'

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" Hermione sobbed shaking her head and sinking to the floor

'He wants it too. Let him save you.'

'Please, please stop it. I can't do it; I'd never be able to look at him the same way again. I can't make love to him if he can't even consent to it…no…n…I'm…sorry…Harry…' The voice faded off as if dying

'Go to him' the voice was stronger than ever and impossible to resist now. Hermione glowed with a new determination and purpose and wandlessly summoned her wand from downstairs straight through the floor into her hand before disappearing in a black mist.

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Molly Weasley had been watching with great interest as Hermione suddenly begged off in a hurry. Her abnormal behavior was reminiscent of something that all magical mothers looked out for at all times especially in their daughters. Love potions were often a common tactic used to either snagging or simply bedding the unwilling.

With a loud gruff, Molly made her way over to where Ron was sitting chatting with Dean. They'd been on bad terms ever since Dean dared to date Ron's sister but the relationship gradually warmed back up.

"Ronald dear, may I speak with you for a moment?" Molly asked

Ron gave a nervous look to everybody else in the room as if embarrassed that his mother was even talking to him before walking off the side with her.

"Quit dragging your feet Ronald." Molly chastised

"Okay, so what'd you want me for?" Ron asked

"Have you noticed Hermione has been acting a bit odd lately?" Molly asked with a pointed stare

Ron awkwardly scratched the bad of his head

"Umm, I uh, that is, NO! I mean no, I haven't." Ron said

"Ronald Weasley! So help me if you did anything to- Mrs. Weasley was cut off

"Alright already it was just a stupid Amortus potion, nothing to worry about!" Ron said

"Are you two dating?" Molly asked

"No not yet but it-"

"You mean to tell me you gave her an Amortus potion and it hasn't taken effect yet?" Molly asked incredulously

"Hermione is a bit more stubborn than most girls are mom; she just needed a stronger dose to confront her feelings is all."

"How much of a stronger dose?!" Molly asked horrified

"Well the first time it was 2.5 times the original and the second it was…" Ron said adding up everything in his head

"Well good grief Ron how much did you give her!" Molly screamed

"I don't know about 7.5 or so!" Ron screamed she didn't need to get made at him; math was his least favorite subject.

"Oh Merlin Ron…" Molly said shaking her head and tears coming to her eyes "You really botched up…"

"If twice the dosage wasn't enough that meant that clearly the potion didn't have any effect on what Hermione felt for you. The potion focuses on loving feelings for another person and converts that into sexual energy. I can't imagine what SEVEN times the dosage will do… Merlin she might try to shag someone in the street we've got to find her, go and get your father NOW!" Molly screamed rushing out of the ward zone to apparate.

Ron dashed off as fast as his legs could carry him.

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Although extremely disappointed by his mother's revelation that Hermione probably didn't love him. He was even more horrified at the knowledge of just what exactly this could all mean. Hermione could ruin her life or someone else's life over this. She probably ran off looking for Viktor Krum that first time he gave the potion.

He only hoped he didn't muck things up too badly for her.

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Once again she was at St. Mungos. She walked as calmly as she could up to the coma patient wing of the hospital and silently made her way into Harry's room.

She was both ecstatic and heartbroken to find the room empty although she wasn't sure if another person in the room would stop her now. She wasn't sure of anything right now. She cast a locking and silencing charm on the door and made her way over to the bed.

She stripped the covers off his bed and arranged the pillows so that Harry was sitting up.

'Well, Harry should be comfortable' the dark voice said

After making him "comfortable", Hermione wasted no time in leaping on to the bed and straddling him as she did the first time. She was content to just kissing and playing with him for few minutes. After all he was a guy and had to be ready before they could do the deed.

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"Arthur you go check and make sure she hasn't run off to Bulgaria. Ron go check around her neighborhood and make sure there aren't any other boys she'd run to. As for me, I'll go check on some other boys from school, I have a few suspicions. Okay let's go." They broke apart with their destinations in mind.

It was all a wild goose chase though. Molly knew exactly where Hermione would go the second she understood the situation. She also knew it would be too late when they got there, the less people who see and know about this the better.

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She'd already taken him inside of her. There was a bit of pain at first but it was the nothing compared to all the pent up hours of tension trying to control her urged. Hermione gasped and began rocking her hips in a steady rhythm

A few more pumps and she gasped and collapsed on top of him.

A few minutes passed as she internally debated just how sick she was for doing this before she began rocking her hips again.

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"Yes has a… Hermione Granger checked in on the visitors list today?" Molly asked calmly

The receptionist took a moment to glance through the floating records "Yes she came in about a half hour ago."

'At least it's Harry…' thought Molly trying to be optimistic

"I think it's so sweet how everybody comes here to see him in his time of need. Why just the other day my brother bro-"

"Listen that's all good and well but I really must be going." Molly said hurrying off

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She'd already come twice now but had yet to feel even a twitch from Harry. A few minutes of rocking and she felt the quickening in her breath and the involuntary quivering of her thighs before she collapsed right back down again sliding him outside of her.

Exhaling a breath, she calmly sat back up from her position on his stomach and took him inside of her again before the process started again.

Tears of remorse and disgust with herself began to shine in her eyes as she began rising up and down as fast and as hard as she could. A light slapping sound began to emanate around the room. As Hermione finished once again she felt the form beneath her start to quiver before a stream of hot liquid shot into the opening between her legs. Fatigue took over and she collapsed onto Harry before falling asleep.

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Molly Weasley calmly made her way to Harry's room. Discovering a locking and silencing charm on the door she quietly undid the locking charm and slipped inside.

She was prepared for the sight before but it still rattled her actually seeing it.

Hermione's sweaty form was sitting atop Harry's prone one in the same dress that she'd worn to the funeral. Harry's hospital shirt was open completely and his hospital pants were pulled down to his thighs.

The hem of Hermione's dress was pulled all the way up to her hips and the top of her thighs were visible. From her position and her view of the lower halves of their bodies Molly could deter that they had indeed been having intercourse and probably finished awhile ago.

The biggest shock however came when Molly glanced again over at Harry and noticed that his eyes were wide open.