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Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface consuming
Confusing what is real
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending controlling
Confusing what is real
Lyrics: Crawling, Linkin Park.
"I knew it!" He grumbled aloud, stomping out of the woods. He was seething with rage. Fucking Hermione and he, he was my best friend. Ron was sure they fucked, humping each other in that tent, laughing behind his back. The locket was right. They couldn't be trusted. Friends, —hah, fucking liars, bloody cheating cunts.
She wouldn't give it to him, but she gladly spread her legs for Harry. The boy who lived, no the guy who fucked his girl, he had everything, fame, glory and now the girl who should be his. He waited so long to have her, sure she was an ugly duckling at first, but she looked fuckable at the Ball, he hated Victor Krum for asking her.
Ronald always thought she had this secret boyfriend, but who would have wanted her anyway? He did. She had a good set of tits now and was clever. Hermione could be a good little earner. He would want for nothing with her.
But now...now...she fucked Harry! He heard them all right, muffling their voices as he stepped inside the tent. He bet they fucked whenever he was out to stand guard. Hahaha, Ron Weasley the gullible arse.
Ronald stomped without paying attention, pushing branches aside, crashing through the brush. He felt the ripple of the wards pushing him out. Oh fuck, he was outside the protective dome Hermione created.
Ronald looked back, where the tent should have been, nothing. Fuck, fuck, fuck...stupid, stupid, stupid... he paced around, damn... every tree looked the same to him, where was that damn tent? Walking on fuming internally, he might as well go to shell cottage. His brother would surely take him in.
Passing a well on his way out of the forest, he was rather thirsty. The water looked fresh enough.
"Your girlfriend is delusional, isn't she?" A voice sounded from the well.
"You're dead right mate. She is." Ron growled at the voice. He didn't argue about the girlfriend thing, to him Hermione was that, his girlfriend. Or so she should be. He invested long enough in her.
"Maybe I could assist you..." The dark voice said.
"What do you have in mind?" Ron ansked. He would show them how ignoring him and making fun of him was a bad decision. Delusional right.
0o0
"Mum I think Thorfinn likes my room," Rollo whispered at his mum, his eyes searched the tall blond knight's.
Thorfinn grinned sending the boy a knowing wink.
"I'm glad." Hermione nodded. She cut her cutlet with her knife, smiling back at her son. She looked across the table at Thorfinn the biggest grin painted on his face, as he sat at their table. She asked if he would like to join them for tea. He gladly accepted.
"Mummy. Can Thorfinn take me up to my bed, I'm tired." Rollo yawned.
"You can ask him yourself if he wants to."
"Would you?" Rollo asked making puppy eyes.
"Of course, I'd love to son." Thorfinn almost clasped his hand over his mouth, calling him son felt natural. Hermione would surely throttle him. Luckily Rollo paid no heed, ignoring the son bit as he thanked him.
"Thanks, Thorfinn, maybe you can read the story about the knight slaying a dragon. I like stories about knights. I'm a knight myself." Rollo happily chatted away.
Hermione locked eyes with Thorfinn. She couldn't be angry with him, calling a boy son was a natural thing in British English, but it was also a slip of the tongue, bringing her back to harsh reality. Rollo needed to know who Thorfinn was to him.
Thorfinn wiped his mouth with a napkin, pushed his chair back, holding his arms out for the boy to jump into. "Come, nipper let's get you a bedtime story."
"Do not forget to brush your teeth, young man." She was the daughter of two dentists. It was ingrained in her system.
"Brush your what?" Thorfinn asked.
"Grandmother and Grandad Granger are dentists. Mum wants me to brush my teeth the Muggle way, come I show you, my toothpaste. It tastes rather nice. You could try it..." Rollo chatted as Thorfinn carried him up the stairs.
Hermione was happy, and this was as it should be. Living with Thorfinn crossed her mind now and again. She wasn't sure if it would work, a bachelor landing an instant family. They had great sex. They laughed but was it enough to keep a relationship going.
Sex, yes. Sex she wanted badly. It was six weeks since she had any. Hermione tidied the kitchen, taking her mind off the more than the delicious blond knight. Her nether regions reacted, her breasts tingled, she felt a hot flash wash over her cheeks.
Antonin was right she felt like a bitch in heat, she didn't like it one bit feeling like this primal animal. Denying her feelings for Thorfinn proved difficult, attributing her drive solely towards the ring would be denouncing her teenage infatuation with the blond. She knew she loved him back then, couldn't stay away from him even when their houses were opposed.
Hermione absentmindedly walked up the stairs, hearing her little boy giggle as Thorfinn reenacted a knight slaying a dragon. He had his hair up in a bun, Hermione knew he did that when he read, it was what he did back at Hogwarts. She gazed into the boy's bedroom. She rubbed her belly, completely in love with the sight in front of her.
"Mummy, Thorfinn is so funny! He does voices. His eyes cross when he pretends to die!... Hahahahaha, so funny, mummy." Rollo held his stomach as he trampled his feet on his bed.
"Now young man, get under the covers, say goodbye to Thorfinn." She sat next to Rollo on his bed as he snuggled.
"Can I give Thorfinn a hug." Rollo pouted.
"If Thorfinn wants to?" Hermione knew he wanted nothing more.
Thorfinn leaned over, holding the boy close under his chin. This felt good. He never wanted to let the boy go.
Thorfinn did let him go, pulling the covers over the boy's shoulders. "Sleep tight nipper." He pressed a kiss to the boy's temple.
They both went down the steps, hearing Rollo snore lightly, he was that tired.
"Do you have anything to tell me?" Thorfinn quirked his brow. He looked pointedly at his Little witches belly.
Hermione started casting silencing charms around the kitchen. Setting about to make them some coffee.
"Why are you silencing the room?" Thorfinn went very quiet.
"Because I fear you will be yelling at me when I tell you what is going on," Hermione said with a timid voice.
"Why would I yell, have I ever yelled at you?" Thorfinn was more concerned than anything.
"No, you haven't it's just that, well... Ron yelled a lot. It's what I have come to expect."
"Come over here silly witch. I'd never yell at you." Thorfinn let her nestle under his arm, holding her close. Pressing a kiss on her head. "But do tell, how about you petting your belly, I caught you at the playground and again upstairs."
"You have guessed." Hermione looked at her feet.
"You're pregnant." Thorfinn moved his hand down towards her belly, rubbing a circle with his thumb.
"I am." Hermione looked up at him. She observed as his eyes became damp.
He cupped the back of her head, tilting her chin towards him. He brushed his lips against hers, softly kissing her.
Hermione placed her arms behind his neck, kissing him back with eagerness. How she longed to feel his lips on hers. No craved was a better word. It was air to her. He was her supply.
Thorfinn pushed his tongue between the seams of her lips which she eagerly parted for him. Letting their tongues dance their slow pace.
Hermione could get lost like this. She pressed her chest into his. Her hand went down, cupping his hardened rod. "I want you Thorfinn." She murmured as she broke from the kiss. "I really need you inside me."
"My fair lady you're killing me!... You can't keep doing this to me." Thorfinn groaned, if it were up to him he would have her bent over the kitchen table and lodge himself balls deep inside her eager little pussy. But he had restraint, and she kept on pulling and pushing him away. Breaking his heart time and again.
Hermione leaned back, she pulled the zipper from her skirt down, standing there in her high brown boots, her silky knickers gleaming in the light, she unbuttoned her blouse, biting her lower lip. "Come on Knight you know what to do." She taunted him, she liked pushing his buttons, always had.
She dropped her blouse, her pretty breasts almost spilling over the bra, showing how much she had grown, her belly was soft and more rounded than he remembered. It was six weeks ago when they had the pleasure of being in each others company.
Thorfinn moved forward, pulling her up and over the table, "The baby is mine?"
"Yes, it is. I haven't had sex with anyone." Hermione pulled him closer, she unclasped his belt, unzipped his trousers. "Come, baby, I need you." She said, reaching up to him, placing a kiss on his jaw, on his throat, her hand went inside his boxers, finding what she was looking for. His hardened flesh, pulsating in her hand as she pumped him.
"Damn woman you make this difficult." Thorfinn sighed.
"Doesn't need to be, just put it where it belongs, my big Knight." She spread his pre-cum over his gland. "You're so ready, just give it to me baby." Her eyes glazed over.
Talking dirty to one another, taunting each other, daring to take it further, was their thing.
Hermione had a different vibe now, Thorfinn could see it as much in her eyes, darkened. And dull. They lacked her natural spark.
"What are you waiting for, come on hun, I'm wet." She led his hand to her damp knickers, shoving her crotch aside providing him with a sample. "Please, baby? You know you want it."
She sounded more and more like a junkie off her fix. She was as wet and ready as she could be, it wouldn't hurt anything, would it? With her, he was more than ready and willing. Her sex smelled so good. Thorfinn crashed his mouth on hers, taking her breath away with a searing kiss, pushing his fingers inside her cunny.
Hermione milked his tongue, more, she wanted more... Her heart raced, her pulse quickened.
Thorfinn pulled her off the table, turned her around his mouth still locked with her, he dropped his trousers, lined himself up and pushed his cock in her aching cunny, sinking home in one go.
"Oh, yes lover...give...it...to...me." Hermione gushed, he knew what angle was good for her, he always did. Ah yes, this was it, like that, some more. "Harder, faster!" She urged him.
Thorfinn felt her warm snug pussy engulf him, drawing him in. He tried to comply with her plea for more, bucking his hips. His hand on her hip angling her just right. His other hand on her breast, it was so much bigger firmer, her nipple hard. Gods she felt good, they felt good. They had the perfect fit. Her smell, driving him wild with lust.
Thorfinn felt her walls contract. She reached her peak. It was enough to send him to his release. "Oh, fuck Little Witch so good." He moaned with delight. He stilled behind her, pulling her into his chest, her wild hair tickling his nose. "Mmmmm classy girl." He laughed in her hair. He loved her lips. She could give a good pout, Thorfinn pushed his nose into her neck. "Saucy minx." He licked her throat, rolled her pert nipple between his fingers. He had his fingers on her clit, uttering a wand less cleaning charm, no need to leave drops on the floor.
Hermione took him by the hand leading her lover up the stairs carefully tiptoeing so Rollo wouldn't be disturbed in his peaceful slumber. Showing Thorfinn to the master bedroom, it was a white room much like his own, white beddings four poster bed. She stepped backward, pulling Thorfinn with her on top of the comforter. She took his hand, placing it on her slight elevated pregnant belly; "Feel." She whispered warmly as the baby fluttered fluttered inside, alerting them that there were three of them in the room.
"Oh... that's..." Thorfinn scooted backward, kissing her belly, "Hey little one." He said, "Daddy here," He never dreamed this day would come, speaking to his unborn child. This was different, a turning point. This was real, Hermione carried his child. How surreal could it get, resting a cheek on her belly?
Hermione watched the large knight become at peace on her stomach. Twirling his blond hair around her finger, she placed her other hand behind her head. Ron never did this. Thorfinn was the real deal to her. She knew he adored the ground she walked on. Hermione loved the way he was with Rollo and this gesture, "Maybe we should try to be together." She said softly.
"I don't know Hermione if we can be... One thing I'm sure of is that I want to be in both of my kid's lives... I hope it includes you, but I cannot handle being cast aside time and again," There he said it, he couldn't handle all this angst, it killed him.
"I need to figure how to tell Rollo. He is seeing Ron in a week. The Judge ruled that he should." Hermione knew Rollo needed to see him, he did ask about Ron. Ron demanded he see Rollo over Christmas, Theo told her there was nothing she could do about it. It tore her mother's heart apart. She had to keep it together for her boy's sake. The blond in her bed distracted her big time, his mouth on her belly, rousing her enough to come back to him.
Thorfinn kissed her belly again, "I love your skin." He murmured against her flesh. He suckled her soft mount. His baby safely nestled inside her. He couldn't shake the notion.
The blond god between her legs was all she craved. She was so horny, her pulse quickened again, "Can we have sex again?" He made her feel whole. Their coupling made her stronger.
"You're a horny little thing yeah?" He smiled slyly licking her mons.
"Yes, it's the ring." Hermione relayed.
"Oh," Thorfinn looked up from between her legs.
"Yes, that's what the Auror said today." Hermione searched her memory, what was his name again? Dark haired...
"Who was the Auror?" Thorfinn was surprised to hear about her meeting.
"Not an Auror per se, he...uhm..." Hermione knew him he and Thorfinn worked together once in their Death Eaters days. She racked her brain. It wouldn't come to her. Damn, he was an Unspeakable, not being able to say his name a given as he was placed under a spell. She worked at the department of mysteries, she knew all about it. "I can't say I'm prohibited."
"I see." He did, "So the ring makes you horny, you don't fancy the pants off, of me then?" He teased her. He rolled to his side, tracing another pattern in her inner thigh.
"Of course I do, always have, but this damn pregnancy is making my vagina swell up, and the ring combined make me horny as fuck." His fingers against the inside of her thigh made her more so. "Will you please take my boots off now that you're down there." She dared him. Her belly wasn't big she could do it herself but having the blond remove them would be so damn sexy.
"Like this?" He pulled the zipper down, freeing her legs and ankles.
"Oh, Merlin yes." She moaned deeply.
Thorfinn freed her other leg, bringing his lips close to her knee. He brought his eyes up, Hermione tipped her head back, catching his blues with her ambers. "Mmmmm, have you looked in the mirror lately? A muscled knight, blond hair up in a man bun, slight scruff, Gods you're drool-worthy." Oh he was, she caught the women on the playground ogling his fine arse.
"Hahaha, you know how to talk my fair girl." He kissed her knee, moved up slowly. Another kiss. So maybe Antonin was her Unspeakable. Hermione was physically and mentally prohibited to say anything coherent about him. He sure hoped it was Tonin. Merlin her pussy smelled good, he licked her quim, probing her pearly flesh with the tip of his tongue.
"Ooooh, Morgana and Cicere." Hermione writhed, fisting her covers. "That's...oooooh...yes, mmmmm..." Her thoughts went out of the window.
He pushed his tongue inside her slit, opening her with his fingers. "Wet much." He chuckled, practically gushing, if this was what pregnancy was like for her, he could honestly say this wouldn't be their last child. He delved right in, eating her like a ripe orange. He added a finger, teasing her, licking, pushing the lubricated finger up her bum. Her tight sphincter pulled him in. He knew it was a sensitive place for her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, Finn, that's..." She clasped her hand over her mouth. Rolling her eyes as she crashed down. Having Thorfinn live with her would be such a good idea, they would be at it multiple times, Hermione mused in her afterglow.
"So if you take off your ring, none of this?" He grinned his pearly whites, wiping his mouth, taking her right back to the here and now.
"Come up here you rugged Knight. I think you have another round in you." She guided him up to her mouth kissing him silly, aligning him up to her very sensitive flesh. "Come to mummy baby. I'll ride that big pony of yours." She felt like talking dirty pulling him down next to her. She straddled him sideways. She liked to ride Amazon style.
Thorfinn clasped his hands behind his head, Hermione was a sight for sore eyes, as she enjoyed riding his cock, her soft mewling sounds, her wet walls massaging him to his climax, this was the life. Living together wasn't a bad idea. He watched the glorious woman ride herself and him to completion.