My thanks go to J K Rowling and Christopher Paolini for allowing me, and the rest of us, to play with their worlds which they still own.
Chapter 7 – Mansion Escape Aftermath
Due to their injuries, they only made it a few miles away from the manor. Luckily for them, it was late at night, and so they were able to walk down the road without anyone driving past. After a couple of hours hobbling along the road, Harry having tried to fix Hermione's leg to a degree she could walk gingerly on it, they came across a town.
"Let's find a room first." Hermione nodded, and followed Harry as they walked through the town. A couple of cars drove past, but no one stopped to try and help them. Eventually, they happened upon a motel, and walked into the reception. The desk clerk didn't even look up. "What do you want?" They looked at each other before turning back towards the women. "Room for two. One bed" Hermione turned sharply to Harry, then groaned due to her nerves still being on fire. Luckily, the women had turned to get the keys, and hadn't heard her.
"Room 200. Pay when you leave" she said, not even looking up. Had she looked up, she probably would have screamed or called for medial assistance – both Harry and Hermione were covered in blood and cuts, and Hermione was clutching her side where she had a broken rib. Both of them were trembling, but not from the cold. They briskly walked away, and got into the room. "Ok. I'm going to go to the pharmacy and grab some first aid stuff. Then we'll plan as to what we do next. Let me fix your leg and rib" Harry waved his wand, wordlessly casting the bone fixing spell. Hermione hissed as her leg and rib fixed. Hermione's eyes went wide as Harry got up to leave, and she grabbed his hand. "No! don't leave - I don't know what will happen to you and I won't be able to help."
Harry didn't fight to make her let go of her hand – instead, he came and sat on the end of the bed. They sat in silence for a while, his shaky hand gently trying to stroke her shaky hand. "Well then, come with me. That way we are still together" Hermione looked up at him and nodded. Saying nothing else, they left the motel and walked to the pharmacy.
It was quiet, with no one at the counters. They could hear a TV playing from the staff room, so Harry and Hermione ignored it and moved to the first aid area. Hermione looked all over the shelf. "Ok, we need gauze, saline, dressings, the roller bandages, probably some pain relief as well." They moved along the shelf, filling their basket with the goods, and went to move to the front counter. "Wait" Hermione said "let me look at your arm." Harry went to protest, but went to roll his sleeve up when Hermione fixed him with a glare. A large gash was on his arm, and while not bleeding, was still open.
"We need to sew this up. I'm sure there's a couple of cuts on us that need them." Looking around, they got lucky and found both thread and a needle, and moved to the counter. Seeing a small bell, Harry rung it. The staff door flew open. "Sorry, sorry! How can I help …" the guy stopped when he reached the counter, taking in the sight of the two teens in front of him. "Um, are you guys ok? You look like you've been in a car crash" Harry shook his head "we'll pay you extra if you don't tell anyone" The guy nodded, and scanned through the items, letting them go.
The walk back to the motel took a shorter time this round, and soon they were back in the relative safety of their room. Harry turned to Hermione "Right, get in the shower first, I'll look after you first." Hermione protested, but Harry just pushed her in. "Your injuries are worse than mine ok?" She closed her eyes, and let him lead her into the room. He went to leave when she grabbed his arm. "Stay. I might collapse and you may not hear me." he turned around and followed her in.
Harry turned the shower on, getting the hot water running, and froze at the sight in the mirror. Hermione had pulled her top off and was in the process of taking the pants off. He stared at her small breasts which framed her body perfectly. Her waist was slim but he could see the muscles lightly framed underneath the skin. Her legs were long and smooth, and seemed to keep going. Her ass he thought was really cute; small and round. He didn't even notice her injuries, or the fact that she was calling out to him. "Huh?"
She gave a small smile followed by a grimace, knowing that he had been looking. "I'm hopping in. Are you going to help or not?" Mouth open, Harry just nodded and went to walk forward. She stopped him with a hand. "Unless you want to be wearing wet clothes, you're going to have to talk them off as well." She stepped back and watched as Harry pulled his clothes off.
He was slim, but years of Quidditch meant that he was well defined. He seemed nervous when he got to his underwear, and she rolled her eyes. "Harry, I already know remember? I was polyjuiced to look like you." That seemed to work, as Harry pulled them down, His face bright red. She didn't even notice that she was staring until Harry coughed. A blush spread across her face as she looked away pointedly. Harry snorted but followed her into the shower.
With a smile, she stepped into the shower slowly, groaning partly in pain and pleasure as the hot water hit her skin. Every wound stung for a short time when it hit the water, but eventually the hot water took the pain away. Stepping under completely, Hermione closed her eyes and just relaxed under the hot water. A noise next to her told her that Harry had stepped in as well, and she soon felt his body pressed against hers. She turned around and opened her eyes, face to face with Harry. They stood there under the water, staring and studying each other.
Harry reached over and grabbed the shampoo, getting some in his hand, while Hermione turned around and tilted her head back, giving Harry better access to her hair. "I won't bite you know – just get your hands in there" she said when Harry hesitated. She knew she said the right thing when Harry chuckled, then slid his hands into her hair. She leaned into his touch, enjoying the massage that he was giving her head. After a couple of minutes, she noticed that she was giving small moans as he ran his hands through her hair. Suddenly he removed his hands, and she gave a small sound of disappointment when he withdrew them.
She turned around and grabbed the bottle from him, waiting for him to turn around. He actually had to crouch down so she could easily reach his hair. Getting the shampoo, she slid her hands into his hair and started to massage him. His hair was smooth in her hands, and her hands glided through them. She also gave a small massage, eliciting small moans of pleasure from Harry as well. She soon was rinsing it out, and Harry got back up, somewhat reluctantly.
Grabbing the soap, Hermione looked at Harry expectantly, not taking for granted that he would be ok with her washing him. He looked at her and nodded, and she started to lather up her hands. She grabbed his arm, and slowly started to wash it, moving up his arm and eventually reaching his chest. She enjoyed soaping up his chest, fingers tracing every scar he had on him. Completing his upper body, she hesitated before Harry grabbed her chin and lifted her face up towards his. The kiss he gave was chaste but the fireworks exploding inside her made her feel incredible. They pulled apart, faces inches apart. "You don't need to feel worried. I did get in the shower with you"
She gave a small laugh, then slid her hands down and started massaging his legs. He groaned which sent small wave of satisfaction through Hermione as she sliding along his legs, then moved up towards his crotch, where she saw that he was starting to twitch. She laughed at the embarrassed look on his face before continuing to wash. It wasn't long before she was finished and turned to allow him to give her a scrub down.
She gasped when his hand hesitantly came up her stomach, moving towards her breast. He stopped, looking up into her face. She didn't say anything, instead she took his hand and moved it onto her breast. He immediately started to massage it. She noticed that it fit perfectly into his hand, and that sent another wave of pleasure through her body. He used his thumb to roll her nipple around with his other hand on the back of her head to pull her into a kiss. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, a small moan escaping from her.
Harry's other hand moved from the back of her head down her back, gently scraping along her back as his hand settled on her bum, cupping her cheek. Her body instinctively reacted, arching towards him. He started to moan into her ear, his mouth moving to her neck where he started to kiss it. Hermione gasped as his other hand slid down to her crotch.
After a few minutes, the combination of the hot water, Harry kissing her neck, cupping her breast and his fingers massaging her vagina caused Hermione to orgasm. She gasped loudly, pressing against Harry as her legs felt like they had turned to jelly (it didn't help that she was still suffering from the aftereffects of the Cruciatus). Hermione pressing against him caused Harry to groan and lean into her as well. They leaned against each other, still panting heavily. They looked up at each other and laughed.
Finishing the shower quickly, they stepped out and dried each other off. Hermione gave Harry a quick kiss and slid her panties on, and stepped into the bedroom, looking for the first aid equipment. Finding it in the kitchen, she turned around and saw Harry standing in the bathroom door in his boxers, clearly admiring her. She smiled shyly. "Are you ok Harry?" He gave her a grin that made her melt, and stepped into the room towards the bed. "Well, considering what we just did in the shower, I'm more than ok. You?"
She nodded. "I feel a bit better. The shower definitely helped" Harry snorted in amusement. She walked over and knelt down on the ground in front of him, grabbing bandages out. "My brain is still struggling – especially about him and what he did to us. I also can't believe that you actually find me attractive." Harry looked horrified. "Why the hell wouldn't I find you attractive?" She bit her lower lip, thinking of an argument. "Well I have really bushy hair, large teeth, small breasts, I'm slim, small, bossy, know-it-all – shall I keep going?" She looked ready to cry at the end of her rant. Harry lifted her face up so she was looking at him.
"you're not slim you're toned, which makes your muscles stand out, which is hot. You are a know-it-all, but that means you have a lot of knowledge which you are really eager to share. When you start explaining you get this small goofy smile on your face, and your eyes sparkle and you just have this bounce and energy about you. The bossiness is good cause I'm lazy" This worked as Hermione gave a small laugh. "Your hair may be bushy but it's so …. You. All of these make you you and it just makes me think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met" She looked down, and muttered so quietly that Harry almost missed what she said. "you could have any girl you want though."
"How many of those girls fought a troll with me?" Harry said. "How many discovered the truth about the basilisk – and desecrated a holy book of the Hogwarts library? How many went back in time to save someone with me? How many have stuck by my side for years? How many have helped me learn what an idiot I've been, over and over again? How many have seen me as me? Because I'm looking at the one girl who has" Hermione beamed at him before launching herself at him, kissing him passionately. The kiss lasted for a few seconds before they surfaced, grimacing in pain.
Hermione moved back to bandaging his wounds, internally feeling so happy despite the throbbing pain in her body. He really likes me! She thought over and over. She would have been much happier if she knew that Harry was thinking the exact same thing. It took her twenty minutes to bandage and sew him up before he started on her because her hands were shaking. Once they were patched up, Harry got two noodle pots and brought them over to the table. Hermione mused that it was a strange sight – the both of them wearing only bottom underwear and with bandages and gauze all over their bodies. Harry sighed "Well, I guess we need to talk about what to do next. I'm going to start with the most important thing." He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. "Hermione, will you be my girlfriend?"
The breath caught in her throat, her brain not comprehending what he said. She sat there for so long that Harry actually shook her shoulder. "Yes! Of course I will" she said, tears leaking out the corner of her eyes while chuckling. Harry beamed at her, leaning across and giving her a short kiss. "Awesome! Now we need to talk about the less pleasant things." She nodded, the memories of the past week coming to the front of her mind. She closed her eyes and pushed the images out of her head. Opening her eyes, she gave Harry a small smile and a nod to start.
Harry leaned back into the chair, suddenly looking tired and about 10 years older. "We have a choice. Either we keep going, looking for the horcruxes we don't know where or what they are or how many there are; or we leave the country. I know you probably don't want to -" Hermione interrupted him "I think we should leave" Harry actually looked stunned – he didn't actually think that she would agree so readily.
"Everyone we know is either dead, captured and going to die, or has betrayed us." A dark look flashed across her face. "Magical Britain is full of bigots who hate and discriminate on me, and they put so much pressure on you to solve their problems but turn on you so easily. The only people I care about who are still alive are either in this room, or are in a different country. So why the hell would I want us to stay in this country? These people don't need us, nor us them. Plus, if we are in a different country, he won't be able to find us, because they are all Pureblood idiots who know nothing about the muggle world."
Harry gave her a smile, letting her rant. He found her so cute when she did. "Well, I agree. I'd rather live my life with you in some apartment in another country, not worrying about him, then living a short life of fear where we are constantly fighting for our lives. So, how are we going to get out of England?" Hermione looked at the clock. "Let's decide in the morning. For now, let's go to bed." She stood up and held out her hand, which Harry grabbed and let her lead him to the bed.
Hermione pushed Harry onto the bed, and walked to the other side knowing Harry was watching her. She pulled her panties off and climbed into the bed, snuggling under the covers. Harry hesitated before pulling his boxers off, getting in with her. Hermione rolled over and felt content for the first time in a week as Harry moved next to her, putting his hand around her body to rest on her stomach. She fell asleep, happy to be in Harrys arms, where she felt safe.