Chapter 11

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Hermione and Ron were passionately kissing on the bed. Ron purposely pulled her towards him so they couldn't breathe. He never wanted to let her go for all he had. Hermione pulled away from him, running her hands up and down his bare chest. She traced her fingers along the cuts and scars that he had.

"You've got so many scars, Ron," she told him.

Ron grinned looking at her and then down at his chest. "Lucky me." He then looked around the room and noticed that there was hardly any light. There were only two candles lit, one on his bedside table and the other hanging from the wall. Plus it was almost pitch black outside. "I can hardly see you properly…hold on." Ron got up; he scratched a long thin match stick against the wall. There was a little flame at the end. He lit some more candles around the room. Hermione sat on the bed smiling while watching him. She brought the covers up to her chest to keep warm. Ron blew out the flame and threw the match stick at the side. He crawled back into bed with Hermione.

"You're so passionate," said Hermione, stifling a little giggle. Ron moaned, he bent his head and kissed her, roughly enough to probably bruise her lips. Hermione didn't pull away, she snaked her arms around his waist and pulled him closer to her. Ron cupped her face in his hands and kissed her around her face and beneath her bottom lip. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned as he started leaving trails of kisses down her neck. She ran her fingers through the hairs at the naps of his neck. Ron slid his hands underneath her nighty. This sent shivers up Hermione's spine, his hands were warm as the blankets that covered them. Ron kissed her harder, as he trailed his hands higher on her bare skin. Now feelings the warmth and sensation of her breasts, when Ron felt Hermione flinch he pulled away slightly to face her.

"You alright?" he asked.

Hermione now breathing heavily gave a deep sight and laughed, "It's just that I've never had this feeling before. You make me feel like so much more than I am." She grasped the hem of her nighty and with Ron's pleasurable help; she pulled it over her head. Ron threw it to the side staring at her in awe. When Hermione saw that he wasn't saying anything, she nervously turned her eyes away from him and covered herself back up with the covers. Ron moved closer to her and softy kissed her, he moved the covers away from her.

"Hermione, don't ever feel embarrassed," he whispered, he ran his hand down her hair, "you're beautiful."

Hermione smiled, Ron and his words were making her weak to her knees. He leaned in and kissed her passionately, she lay back down on her back with Ron lying on top of her. Her arms twisted around his neck. The two's lips now ravishing each other's. Ron's happy hands now let themselves roam all over Hermione's body. Hermione also explored Ron's muscular body. All that training and sword fighting defiantly did him good. He groaned as she traced her fingers along his lower parts. Hermione gasped, as Ron snipped her neck. He smiled at himself leaving a red mark; to him a mark to make Hermione's his, in his own masculine sort of way. Hermione traced pulled his head back down and kissed him roughly, she moaned into his mouth, as he did into hers.

"Hermione," he groaned, as he went back to kissing her neck. Little essence of sweat was now all over their bodies as they were drawn closer to each other. "You're amazing."

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and muttered, "Not as nearly as you are."

Ron now couldn't take anymore of the 'sexual tension.' He lowered his hands down her thighs and slowly removed the piece of clothing. He slid his hand into her wetness and fingered her right in her sensitive spot. Hermione gasped and bit her bottom lip from the sensitivity.

'She's so wet! Bloody hell!' Ron thought to himself. He then shifted and moved his head in between her legs. Hermione bit her bottom lip nervously, with a little worry in her eyes. She looked down and him looking a bit embarrassed.

'He'll think its gross,' thought Hermione. Ron looked up at her and shook his head and mouthed the words "its ok" and "I love you." Ron ran his tongue along the folds of her wet centre. Hermione moaned, clutching the end of the pillow with both hands. She thought she would never want to be this close with anyone since what Julian had done to her that night, but Ron, she couldn't resist. Ron couldn't believe how good this felt. When he was fourteen he was forced to make love to a girl of his father's choice. Not that Ron wanted to do it, but his father would always tell him it's a Hogwarts tradition for all future kings. Now he had only wished Hermione was his first…and so did she.

Hermione pulled Ron's head back up and ravished his lips once again. Ron now realized he still had on his short white trousers on; he quickly stood up on his knees and slid them off. Ron blushed to see her staring at his manhood. Hermione smiled, tracing her finger down his arm.

"Perfect," she said. Ron smiled and slowly positioned himself in between Hermione's legs, which she had divided. She was shaking just a wee bit, she clutched onto Ron's shoulders tightly.

"Are you alright, Hermione?" he asked a little nervously himself. "You can just hold onto me, yeah?" Hermione nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. "I'll go slowly."

"I love you, Ron," she whispered into his ear.

Ron smiled and kissed her on her cheek, "I love you more."

With some more light kisses, Ron slowly slid himself into Hermione. She gasped clutching his shoulders tightly. Ron got a little jumpy himself and immediately pulled out.

"Are you alright?-Did I hurt you badly?" Hermione didn't answer her face was now scrunched up in pain. "Oh, God, - maybe we should stop--

"-No, no, Ron, it's alright," said Hermione, rubbing Ron's shoulder, "just give me a second…" Hermione closed her eyes for a split second, trying to calm her breathing a little. Ron was afraid if he had hurt her too badly. After all she had gone through while he was in Romania, being hit with a skull flail and then being raped. Hermione opened her eyes and smiled, she nodded in queue for him to try again. Ron slid in again, causing Hermione to gasp again, but she held him in place when he tried to move. He took that as a sign to not stop. He thrust into her once again. He moaned at their final connection. He slid in and out, in and out.

"Oh-Ron!"

"Hermione- (thrust) - I love (thrust) - you! I'll never let you go!" Ron moaned out.

"Ron- I'll never let go! I love you too," said Hermione.

Ron was almost at his peak, he cool feel the sensation tickling up his throbbing hot cock. After a few more thrusts, he groaned and finally ejaculated into her. Hermione wasn't far behind she squeaked and as she let her body drop, with Ron's lying on top of hers. But he raised himself off of her and rested on his forearms.

"Would I hurt you if I--

"-It's alright, Ron, just relax," she pecked him on his cheek, before gently pulling him back down on top of her. Ron then rolled on his side of the bed, wrapping the covers around his waist, breathing heavily. Hermione wrapped them around herself; she smiled and tilted her head to look at Ron.

"That was amazing," he stuttered. He turned over and ran his hand down Hermione's hair; he cupped her face and kissed her. He pulled away asking, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"A little, it hurt at first, but it was perfect," she stroked his cheek with her hand. Ron grinned; he wrapped his arm around Hermione and pulled her closer to him. Hermione smiled, and cuddled up against him. Ron put one leg over her waist and the other to lie next to her leg. Hermione giggled, as Ron blushed. Within minutes the two fell into a deep sleep, forgetting to blow out the candles.

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Harrius riding around the castle with his horse, he couldn't sleep lately. He had a lot on his mind mostly about the person attacking Hermione, but also about something else that he wasn't sure of or he couldn't put together. He felt as if something was missing from his life, whatever it was he couldn't take his mind off it. He started riding threw the woods, trying to clear his head from by getting away. He stopped the horse in mid-state,

"Hold up!" he commanded the horse. Harrius hoped off and removed the black hood that was covering his face. He took his sword out and held it in front of him at the ready. Something twitched in the bushes causing him to be alert. Harrius started circling on the stop, his eyes wandering all over suspiciously. The wind blowing against the branches and the trees, didn't take away the sound Harrius could hear coming from intersect of the forest.

Then suddenly everything went silent. Harrius stop circling and stayed put on the spot. Not moving a muscle, he picked up a light sense behind him. With swift movement, he dodged and dove to the ground. The person, wearing black robes groaned falling to the ground. Harrius had anger written all over his face; he clenched his teeth and pulled up the person from the back of his robes. He held his sword to the person's neck.

"No, no, no! Please don't kill me!" the person pleaded. Harrius clutched onto the person roughly and held the sword near his throat.

"Who are you? Why were you coming at me?!"

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you!" Harrius still didn't release the man, he pulled off his hood. Harrius didn't recognize the face.

"Who are you? And what are you doing on this land?"

"Please…I'm a foreigner, I have come from the land of Romania," the man muttered, "my name is Edgar Von Vallen, King Lucious' messenger." The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a little crest, which had a black eagle emblem on it. It had Romania written on it, and a little Latin inscription that meant land or wisdom, weaving and welfare. Harrius saw the crest it did look like the crest he saw when he was in Romania. Now satisfied, he released the man. The man gave some coughs holding his throat. The man stood up from the ground and straightened himself up. "Very strong, you are, for your youth."

Harrius sighed tucking his sword back into his side pocket. "Do forgive me, Vallen, things have been at hectic around my parts. I'm always on the alert."

"What role do you play here, young one?" asked Edgar.

"I am Harrius Jams Potter, his Lordship's son," Harrius replied, "and future Lord of Hogwarts." Edgar proudly smiled and bowed his head.

"I've heard a lot about his Lordship, he's a great man with great intelligence," he said.

"Yes, well, I am very proud to have him as my father," Harrius said.

"So what's a Lordship lad, like yourself, doing out here late at night?" Edgar asked curiously. Harrius folded his arms and took a step towards the man.

"I do believe I should be asking the questions here, Vallen," he said, really straight forward, "after all you came to Hogwarts, land ruled by King Arthur and half ruled by his son, Prince Ronald."

Edgar cleared his throat, scratching his beard. "Yes, my apologies, Harrius…I have a scroll from Romania," he reached into his robes, "you might want to read it, and I do ask if we could talk somewhere a little more comfortable." The wolves howling from a distant seemed to come to a little distraction to Edgar. Harrius nodded.

"Fair enough. Come, we can talk back at the castle in my common room." Harrius slipped his hood back on, and hoped on his horse. Edgar got on from behind. Harrius veered his horse back in the opposite direction. "YA!"

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Harrius entered his common room, with Edgar behind him. Harrius sat, opened the untied the scroll and started reading it. Without lifting his head from the scroll, he sighed and said,

"Please, do not touch that."

Edgar flinched and took his hand off the different varieties of swords and daggers that were displayed on the shelf.

Harrius sighed and stood up, rolling the scroll back up. "I had a feeling King Lucious and his wife would be curious on why, Prince Ronald and myself had to ride back home so quickly."

"Erm, yes, he was concerned at your state of emergency…that's why he has sent you this message to inform that he, his queen and the princess are all coming to Hogwarts for that upcoming ball and feast that you're having."

Harrius stood there speechless, but he didn't want to make that to obvious. It wasn't exactly his say to confirm anything.

'What would Ronald think about this? Marrying Princess Lavender is the last thing on his mind.' Harrius thought nervously to himself.

"Well, Vallen, you're going to have to talk this through with Prince Ronald," he said, "yes we are having a ball and a feast, but King Lucious' self invite is very sudden."

Edgar looked at Harrius curiously, he cleared his throat.

"Is something bothering you, Harrius?" he asked.

"It's just…a lot has been going on here during the last couple of weeks," muttered Harrius, "I'm just a bit distracted. Do forgive me?"

"I see I must have come at a difficult time then…?"

Harrius didn't say anything, just stared down at his feet.

"And, I am guessing that what been going here at Hogwarts isn't the only thing on your mind, Harrius?" asked Edgar. Harrius just shrugged his shoulders; he got up and went out into the balcony. He stood there, letting the wind flow through his hair, and just stared blankly at the stars. Edgar came out and stood beside him. "I may be a foreigner, but I am a very good listener."

"I don't even know how or where to start, Vallen," said Harrius. "It's just that-…have you ever felt that even if you have everything, you still feel like there's something missing?"

Edgar sighed, "Mhmm, no actually I haven't. Being the King's messenger is all I could ask for." Harrius rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "As future Lord of Hogwarts, you should be feeling the same way, young one."

"I'm not saying that I'm not proud," said Harrius, throwing up his hands, "I get to ride along side my father, I'm head of squire knight training, I'm best friends with the Prince of Hogwarts, but-…sometimes, inside, I can feel all alone and I would just like someone to talk to." Edgar sighed, patting Harrius on the back. "I just want to be seen as something else, instead of "Harrius Potter, son of James Potter, future Lord of Hogwarts."

"Like a sole mate?" said Edgar.

Harrius looked up at him, then back at the stars. "Well…yes…I guess."

Edgar just started to chuckle. "I think they are Lady's of royal out there that are fit for you, lad." Harrius on the other hand, wasn't very amused, his mind was too focused on this topic, which he no idea how to solve. "One day, when you're not looking, she'll probably find you."

"Thank you, Vallen," said Harrius, "my father's been so busy on duties, and I never get to talk to him about something like this…I know it's sort of a foolish conversation isn't it?"

"No! Not at all…anyways you keep in mind in what I said," said Edgar, "and I want to talk to your Prince in the morning if you don't mind?"

"No, not at all," said Harrius, bowing his head.

Edgar bowed his head and put one hand up.

"Til the morning then." With that Edgar walked away, out the common room, with one of Harrius' servants showing him to his guest room.

Harrius stayed out on the balcony for a while just to think and clear his head.

'One day, when you're not looking, she'll probably find you.'

A/N- sorry it took so long, big, big block! You might have noticed the two names; Roger and Jonathan. About that, just ignore Jonathan and stick with Roger, sorry if that confusing. Anyways Read/Review xxox- Danielle aka dandin