A New Enemy
Act 3
Chapter 14 – Home
Harry leant against the wall whilst Hermione looked the door behind them. He was back home with his beautiful wife. Callidus had been captured. He and Hermione were safe. She turned to face him, and took his hand. Hermione lead him through the apartment to the kitchen.
Harry was sat down at the table by Hermione and she went over to the fridge. She pulled the leftovers from the previous night out and put them on the table. Hermione waved her hand and two plates flew onto the table along with the cutlery. The food started to pile itself onto Harry and Hermione's plates. Harry slowly picked up his fork and ate slowly. He didn't want to over do it seeing as he hadn't been fed much for the last four months, and didn't want to make himself sick. Hermione ate too and moved her chair closer to Harry's, resting her head on his shoulder while they ate.
After so much time away from each other they wanted to stay as close as possible. It took Harry over an hour to finish eating, and Hermione waited patiently for him. She had taken to gently rubbing his back with one hand and holding his hand with the other.
When Harry had finished, Hermione sent the plates to the sink and the couple moved to the bedroom. Harry was surprised to find that almost nothing about the room had changed in his absence. There were a few more photos, but that was about it.
They stopped at the end of their bed. Hermione pulled Harry into the tightest embrace they had ever shared, as if she was making sure he couldn't go anywhere. Harry reciprocated and Hermione's head rested on his chest. Her tears staining his already dirty top. Seeing Hermione crying set Harry off too, and soon his tears where falling on to the top of Hermione's head. All the emotion that they had both felt was poring out of them.
"I thought you had died. I didn't know what I was going to do." Hermione sobbed into Harry's chest, her voice slightly muffled.
"I'm here now 'Mione, and I'm very much alive. I'm sorry that I apparated you back here-" Hermione cut him off.
"I know why you did it," Hermione pulled away from Harry and looked up at him. "Thank you." Harry reached up and placed one hand at the base of Hermione's neck and the other just above her bottom. He felt Hermione's hands twisting through his hair, and they met in a passionate kiss.
Harry broke the kiss, saying, "'Mione, you want to get into bed?" Hermione looked into Harry's eyes. She didn't think he was talking about having sex, not that she would mind, but she decided that it would be better to check.
"Um, Harry, are you talking about sex? Because if you want too it's fine with me, I just didn't think you would-" Harry silenced Hermione by placing a finger on her lips.
"No 'Mione, I just thought that it would be easier to talk if we were curled up in bed together," Harry said, then quickly added, "But if you want to have sex then that's fine with me, you'll just have to go on top..." Harry trailed off, slightly embarrassed. Hermione stroked his cheek, and said,
"Don't worry about it Harry. We'll get round to it soon." He gave her a small smile, and they undressed before getting into bed.
Harry stretched his arm out so Hermione could lay closer to him. Her soft, right breast pushed up against him as she moved closer.
"I forgot how much I missed having you laying naked next to me." Harry said, kissing Hermione's forehead. She gave a contented sigh and wiggled her shoulders, causing her breasts too jiggle against Harry.
He smiled at her efforts and she said, "Harry, what was it like?" Hermione spoke with a sadness to her voice. Harry's smile faded as he collected his thoughts.
"It was dark. They kept me in a dark room. They would feed me every so often, just so I wouldn't die and I was tortured a bit," Hermione winced. "They wanted to find out where you were, but I didn't tell them 'Mione. I didn't break. There was one guy, Westaway, he was nicer to me. He gave me extra food when he could."
Hermione swallowed and said, "It was him, Westaway, he gave you the tattoo."
"Oh, well I suppose we could put in a good word for him, and at least try to keep him from getting a death sentence." Hermione's expression darkened and she shook her head.
"I don't think so Harry. He didn't try and release you or try and get any information out about you. And Callidus, he- He said he loved me."
"I know. He told me before he killed me. He said everything he had done was because he loved you, and was jealous of me. He wanted to hurt me, because I was with you. And he reckoned that hurting you would cause me the greatest amount of pain. He was right, obviously."
Fresh tears had formed in Hermione's eyes and Harry decided that it would be better if they went to sleep. They had all the time in the world to talk now, with no dark wizards to hurt them.
Hermione settled to sleep in Harry's arms, just like she had fantasised about for the past four months.
Harry awoke in the morning very hungry. He looked to his left and saw Hermione, still in a deep sleep. As carefully as he could he got out of bed, and pulled on some boxer shorts. He padded to the kitchen and rifled through the cupboards. Eventually Harry found some cereal and then collected the milk from the fridge. As he was sitting down Harry noticed that an owl was perched outside on the windowsill. He opened the window and the owl hopped in and refused to release the Daily Prophet held within it's talons until Harry had paid for it.
He had to look around the apartment for some change and finally finding some sickles and knuts he placed the appropriate amount into the owl's leather pouch, and it flew off. Harry left the window open, enjoying the cool breeze, and sat down with his cereal and newspaper.
Harry idle spooned the cereal into his mouth and flipped the Daily Prophet onto it's front. The headline read: Dark Wizard Sentenced To Death. Harry raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering how the Wizengamot had convicted Callidus so quickly. He then realised that Callidus had probably pleaded guilty to killing him and hundreds of others. Harry continued to read the report of the trial and the only mention of Westaway came at the end: Accomplice of Callidus, Charlie Westaway, will stand trial tomorrow.
Harry finished his cereal and turned to the sports section. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Ron Weasley had been named Quidditch Captain for the English National Team. It was at this point that Harry noticed Hermione. She had walked in just as Harry had read the news about Ron, and had decided to watch the smile playing on his lips before showing herself.
Harry's eyes were drawn from the Daily Prophet when he noticed Hermione sauntering towards him dressed in one of his old Gryffindor shirts. It barely covered her bum as her bump made the shirt a bit shorter. Her thighs were on full show to her husband, and Harry's reaction to Hermione's state of relative undress was very apparent.
'Wow. She looks so sexy.' Harry thought, as all the blood rushed from his head.
'I'm glad you think so.' Harry jumped as he heard Hermione's voice through their connection. He hadn't heard her like that for so long, that he had almost forgotten about it.
Hermione kept walking sexily towards Harry and settled onto his lap, his rapidly growing erection pressing against her moist folds. She let out a small moan as she felt Harry twitch.
"Ready for sex?" Hermione asked, in a throaty voice. All Harry could do was nod his head. After his sleep he felt re-energised and stood up, his hands wrapped around Hermione's bum, supporting her. She quickly clung on to Harry's shoulders and began kissing his jaw as he carried them back to the bedroom.
He clambered onto the bed and knelt, allowing Hermione to fall back onto the soft mattress. Harry banished his underwear and Hermione opened her legs. He positioned himself at her entrance and raised his head to look at Hermione, silently asking to continue.
"Just be gentle." She answered Harry's look, and he pushed slowly into her. The immediate warmth and wetness he felt almost caused him to lose control. He closed his eyes and took a long shuddering breath. Hermione had moaned in pleasure at having Harry inside her again after so long. She wrapped her legs around his bum and pulled Harry closer to her. He instantly responded to Hermione's actions and began to move within her.
Hermione's moans became louder with each thrust and Harry leaned forward and kissed her neck. Her hands found their way to his head and pushed him further down her body. Harry's lips locked with her right nipple and started to suck on it. As Hermione's moans encompassed Harry he felt himself losing control.
He hadn't had sex in a very long time and to be inside Hermione so quickly was too much for him. Harry exploded inside Hermione and kept moving in and out whilst his body twitched. Finally Harry was spent and he collapsed next to Hermione.
"I'm- Sorry." He mumbled between breaths. Hermione pulled him closer to her chest and kissed him.
"It's okay. I didn't expect you to last long anyway." She smiled at him and watched as he drifted off to sleep again.
Hermione didn't mind. She knew that they were safe. Their baby would be born in a few months.
The following day Harry and Hermione made their way back to the Ministry. They were going to tell the Minister what had happened to Harry in the period he had been missing, and explain how he was alive.
The Minister had sent a letter saying they should floo right into his office, to avoid the various reporters that were still hanging around the Ministry, hoping to see Harry. They apparated to the Leakey Cauldron and flooed into the Minister's office.
As usual he was sat behind his desk and waited for Harry and Hermione to sit before saying anything.
"Mr and Mrs Potter. It's wonderful to see you both looking so much better." The last time the Minister had seen them, Harry was beaten and bruised and Hermione looked very stressed and tired. Now they were both positively glowing. Hermione had fixed Harry up in no time at all, and she was no longer stressed and tired as Harry was back with her.
"Thank you Minister," said Hermione.
"Are you two not attending Westaway's trial?"
"No. Hermione didn't think he should get a lighter sentence, and even though he kept me alive in the end, I'm inclined to agree with my wife," said Harry.
The Minister nodded his head and sighed. "Oh, well I can see your point," he paused, "How did he keep you alive then?"
Harry glanced at Hermione and asked her,
'Do you want to explain?' Hermione nodded.
"Well Minister we're not entirely sure. Harry was tattooed and, as long as Callidus was alive, if someone touched the tattoo then he would come back."
"And you don't know how this was achieved?" The Minister looked very confused. Harry and Hermione both shook their heads.
"You would probably have to ask Callidus that Minister," said Harry.
"Yes, but he's dead now, so that could be very hard."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock, "He's dead? That was quick..." Hermione muttered, but there was a distinct happiness to her tone.
"We thought it was best to kill him quickly, before he could try and escape," said the Minister, a smile playing on his lips. "Now then Harry. Would you please explain to me what happened whilst you were missing." The Minister hadn't asked a question and sat back in his chair, waiting for an answer.
Harry sighed and began to tell the story he had told Hermione the night before after they had made love for the third time that day.