Disclaimer. As usual I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, things, or animals, that are mentioned in the Harry Potter books, I do how ever own the plot in this little venture into the Potter verse.
Love at Godrics hollow
Hermione looked over at the young man sleeping at the other side of the tent they shared and tears once again began to fall down her pretty face. The tears she had shed for the past few nights and the feeling of betrayal she had felt when Ron had left them receded to the back of her mind as she remembered a conversation she had overheard what seemed years ago and yet had been a little less than a year. She remembered word for word the conversation between the young man she was looking at and their mutual friend Luna.
"So Harry you love her then?" Luna asked the dark haired boy as they stood just outside the train carriage.
"Luna, you have no idea how much. Hermione is the most wonderful person I ever met. I love her so much I sometimes want to scream it out to the whole world but she doesn't see me that way. I've loved her a long time Luna, this time last year I was thinking of asking her to marry me as soon as we get Voldemort off our backs, but… well you know how she treated me last term." Harry Potter answered sadly.
"Well maybe when she finally realises just what an awful person Ronald Weasley is, maybe she will see what is right under her nose." Luna told him sympathetically.
"It'll never happen Luna, she's fancied the red headed shit since fourth year. You have no idea how disappointed in her I am, I knew she would never fall in love with me, no matter how much I wanted it, but I thought it would be because I am to dumb for someone with her intelligence Then she started to fancy the thickest guy in Gryffindor, maybe even the whole school, and he's as much a bigot as Malfoy. Her liking him like that is the reason I accepted that pathetic apology from him, she's the only reason I stay friends with him. If I can just have her friendship and company then I can get by. I just wish sometimes she could see him like everyone else does. I wonder why she can't see him the way he is, I mean the bastard nearly got her killed in our first year and he has never really changed how he treats her… he still hates all she likes to do…" Harry said unable to finish his rant due to the final whistle for boarding.
"Yes well we best get aboard, see where they are eh?" Luna said with a sad smile.
"Yeah, we should. At least I'll be near to her again," Harry said brushing some snow away before lifting her trunk aboard then turning to lift his own trunk.
That conversation had troubled Hermione quite a lot and she had spent the rest of the sixth year trying to distance her self from him and put an end to the love her best friend had for her. As she looked over at Harry she could almost feel the hurt she had caused him through that year. She had hurt him so much that when Ron left and she had needed someone to comfort her, when she had needed Harry's shoulder to cry on once again, he was no longer there for her.
He had completely ignored her crying and tears. She could not blame him, because after all that pain she had caused him at Hogwarts, and she knew that during their time together in this tent Harry had heard some of the whispering she and Ron had been doing behind his back, hurting him yet again, so he had good reason to ignore her. She looked again at his sleeping form and felt as bad as she had ever felt when she realised how she had abused his friendship and his forgiving nature and how she had rewarded him for falling in love with her. She promised the sleeping young man she would not treat him that way again, she would be the true friend she had been before she heard him declare his love for her.
Some months later after throwing herself at and kissing Ron right in front of Harry and seeing the pain and despair that had so suddenly filled Harry's eyes she remembered that night in the tent and how she had felt, she remembered the promise she had made. As that memory faded she saw the look of hurt and pain in Harry's eyes change to one of defeat and acceptance and she prayed he would not give in to the wishes of that evil devil incarnate Voldemort.
A little later when no one could find Harry in the castle Hermione knew where he had gone and why. She wasn't being vain when she thought that after everything she had made him suffer, Harry was still in love with her. He had gone out to give himself up, he had gone to end his pain and that thought was hurting her, it tore at something in her heart.
Telling Ron where she thought Harry had gone and what he intended to do, she finally saw what it was about Ron that she had not seen when everyone else saw it. His reply of "Oh well, with him dead maybe Voldemort will leave us alone and we will all be ok now and get on with our lives." it turned her stomach to think she could have fancied someone like that.
Just a couple of hours later after Harry had once again survived being hit with the killing curse, he had been as though dead but had somehow recovered enough to end the life of Voldemort. As soon as Voldemort had been confirmed dead Harry walked out of the great hall, he ignored both her and Ron when they called to him. He walked right past Ginny Weasley his last girlfriend without so much as giving her even a glance. Everyone heard the small sound as he apparated from the main entrance steps and Hermione's heart sank as she tried to follow him and saw him vanish with a light pop sound.
Harry apparated straight into the garden of his parents damaged home. As he passed through the gate he ripped the sign welcoming visitors there from the gate and flung it away behind him. He replaced it with a huge conjured sign with 'Private Property keep out' written on it. A conjured wooden stake placed right near the gate made sure the sign could be seen by anyone who tried to enter.
Inside the spell damaged house Harry in an exhausted daze climbed the stairs and walked into his parents old room, where he lay down and curled up in a dry corner and collapsed into the sleep of the physically, magically, and emotionally exhausted.
That was where Hermione found him three days later. He was freezing cold and unconscious and still magically exhausted. His little remaining magic was the only thing keeping him alive when she arrived, it was as though he had given up and she had no idea what to do. Down stairs in the less damaged part of the house the partially damaged kitchen Hermione began to carry out some temporary repairs. Having repaired the windows and door, rebuilt the fire place and repaired the wall she conjured a small bed and with a roaring fire warming the room she went back upstairs and levitated Harry down into the kitchen. Once she had placed him in the bed she climbed in beside him and wrapped her arms around him to warm him with her body heat before she fell asleep knowing she would never let him down again. Tired from all the magic she had used that afternoon she was soon dreaming of a life with her best friend and their green eyed messy haired children.
Hermione awoke several hours later covered in sweat the heat in the bed while still fully dressed was just too much. As she rolled out of the bed and looked down at the still unconscious form of her best friend she remembered the dreams she had been having while sleeping next to him. There had been no nightmares as usual; instead she had had pleasant happy dreams of a future shared with a green eyed black haired husband.
After having a long cool drink of water she could not get the feeling that she needed to be with Harry for him to survive, out of her mind. Not knowing why she was doing it but feeling it was somehow vitally important, she removed all her clothing and with a quick flick of her wand she removed Harry's clothes as well, she then climbed in to the bed beside him and cuddled up as close to him as she could. Within seconds she could feel her magic as it seemed to spread out from her naked body and envelope the man she was holding, she then felt as her own magic helped to heal and fill Harry's damaged core.
They stayed together in bed for the next twelve hours as their magic went to work. Hermione was surprised to wake up some hours later to the smell of cooking, she knew it was not Harry because he was still lying wrapped in her arms, as she moved to see who was cooking she realised Harry was no longer unconscious and was instead sleeping by the calm steady rise and fall of his chest, she was however surprised by a huge piece of rigid flesh that seemed to spring up as she moved her leg off it. How she had managed to wrap her leg around him in such a way she did not know but she did know he had one heck of a huge arousal.
Having carefully climbed from the bed without waking the man still lying there she tried to cover her hardened nipples with the blanket she had managed to wrap around her. Over by what was obviously a recently restored cooker stood a little elf happily cooking some eggs and bacon. "Winky is that you?" Hermione asked quietly so as not to wake Harry.
The little elf who was indeed Winky turned to Hermione before bustling over to the young woman. "Mistress Potter should not be leaving her mate yet, magic not be finished work, Winky will fetch Mistress Potter breakfast she will, then Winky will mend some more home." The little female elf said as she pushed at Hermione's legs forcing her to sit back on the bed.
"Winky how did you find us, I did not think anyone would find us? Why are you here? Where did you get the food?" Hermione asked, her questions falling like a waterfall from her mouth.
"Winky do be doing for her life mate Dobby, now Dobby be ended, Winky do be elf for the great Harry Potter and his missus. You did be good to my Dobby, and Winky do need to work to make some pain go away. Winky must work hard for little Dobby." The little elf said as she placed a tray of food on Hermione's lap.
"Dobby was your husband, your life mate?" Hermione asked then noticed that Harry was starting to get restless. "Are you having a baby?"
Winky looked at Harry for a few moments before looking up at Hermione "You's must be taking away the blanket, you's must be touching you's mate Master Harry," Winky said as she clicked her fingers.
Hermione found her self once again completely naked the blanket neatly folded at the bottom of the bed, she had also been moved back a little so that her bare behind was pushed up against Harry which she noticed stopped his restless movements instantly. "Winky you know Harry is not my life mate, we are not married."
Winky walked back to the cooker mumbling just loud enough for Hermione to hear "Mistress Potter do be crazy, she not knowing her heart, magic and soul do be bonded to master Harry."
"Winky how do you know we are bonded? When were we bonded?" Hermione asked a feeling of exhilaration over riding the thought of 'oh heck what will Harry say' "When you say bonded you mean like in husband and wife bonded, like a marriage bond?" she asked as the small female filled another plate.
Winky looked at Hermione with a sad look "Dobby did tell Winky mistress was fighting bond for whole year but he did say you be losing fight. Your bond fetched master back when he did end. Master can not end when you still be living, you's is Master Harry's bond mate for always and ever. Bond will be of great strength when you's is mating with Master Harry." Winky said with a serious look telling Hermione that the little elf thought she was talking to an idiot.
"Winky be leaving Master's food here, master will wake soon and when you is finish mating with master to mend master's magic, Master will be hungry." Winky said as she popped out of the room.
As she ate her breakfast Hermione could hear the house being repaired as Winky worked on the rest of the house. As she reached to place her plate on the table she felt Harry wrap himself around her as best he could while she was still sitting up. She could feel his still erect member as it pressed tightly into her hip. That feeling lit a desire deep inside her and then suddenly she could feel it, the bond between them. She could feel the connection between her magic and Harry's, it became more distinct the more bodily contact they had. When he shuffled around and placed his head in her lap the feeling became intense and a type of happiness she had never felt before flooded over her senses.
It was an hour and fifteen minutes before Harry woke up and a look of shock covered his features, he was absolutely certain he had been alone when he went to sleep and he could think of no reason why he should be lying holding on to a warm and so very obviously nude female body. He was even more shocked that his morning problem was pressed firmly between the cheeks of the females buttocks. Finally getting up the nerve to find out a little more of what was happening, Harry opened his eyes to see the mass of dark brown hair that was unmistakably Hermione's wild free locks.
'If this is Hermione's hair then I have my hand full of her boob, which seems to fit perfectly into my hand. I have my john Thomas wedged between her butt cheeks and I feel like I must have died and gone on to heaven. He could not help the happy contented sigh he let leave his mouth, alerting Hermione that he had woken up at last. He found out where his other hand was as she turned in his arms to face him and his hand ended up cupping her between her legs. He was really surprised when he felt how hot and damp she was, as if she was ready for sex.
"Hello husband, how are you feeling. Oooh Harry don't wriggle your fingers so much, it makes it hard to concentrate," she said as she looked into his eyes moments before she pressed herself against him trapping his hand between them. She was not conscious of the small movement of her hips that caused her sex to rub gently against his hand while she kissed him.
"Hermione, why are we in bed together naked? Why did you just call me husband? And can I have my hand back please, you're killing me here," Harry asked his face bright red from the blush that must have near reached his toes, or so he guessed.
Hermione who had never dreamed she could be so forward pulled back a little and together they sat up in the bed, she made sure to keep her arm around him stopping him from running. "Well I found you almost three days ago, your magic core so depleted you were almost dead, you were cold and your clothes were all damp. I put you to bed and decided to climb in to give you some of my body heat, anyway I fell asleep and only woke up twelve hours later. She then went on to tell him all that had happened, and what Winky had said. Just a few minutes later Harry sat quietly eating while he thought over all she had said.
"So let me get this bit straight, once you actually felt the bond, it made you feel randy and all that, yeah?" Harry asked as he drank his hot tea.
"Yes that's about right, it's an amazing feeling Harry truly it is." Hermione said her hold on him tightening just a little for a second. She then called Winky to tell Harry what she had told her.
After Winky had done the best she could do to explain their bond to him he very nervously admitted he had never even seen a naked woman before and touching one was only something he did in his dreams, he added that it had always been Hermione in his dreams. He also admitted to being extremely nervous about it all because he was not exactly sure what he had to do, if they did decide to have sex or as Winky put it 'mate'.
Hermione felt she could hear a little hint in his voice that suggested she was more experienced than he was and demanded to know why he would feel that way. His answer "Well you spent quite a few nights whispering to Ron while he was over by your bunk, sounded to me like there was something going on though I never dared look or I might have ended up killing him, probably you too. Then there was that friggin kiss, that did not look like a first kiss, it seemed more like something that the two of you were used to doing."
She could hear the hurt in his voice and knew from the same hurt that he thought that she had had sex with Ron and more than once. She was about to yell at him but realised he really did have good reason to feel that way, the way they had spent hours whispering behind his back or when they thought he was asleep. Then there was that damn kiss when Ron had made a feast of it. She admitted to her self they did actually look guilty of having had sex.
"Harry I am willing to swear on my life that I have never had sex with anyone if you want me too. I shall probably regret my actions through sixth year and with Ron during the search for the rest of my life, but the truth is I love you. I needed to find you to be with you because I was lost and empty without you." She said reaching for her wand.
Harry stopped her and gave her a gentle kiss "I'm sorry I said anything, I shouldn't hurt you like that, I'm just scared is all. I'm scared you will realise I'm not worth it and leave."
"Harry I'm your wife, and I am not going anywhere without you." She informed him in her bossy voice.
"Yes dear," he answered which made them both burst out laughing and breaking the tension that had been building.
Three hours later they were 'mating' for the fifth time and both of them could never be any happier. Eventually as the day wore on they left the bed to find that Winky had carried out almost all the repairs on the house. They were also both able to feel the completeness of the bond they shared, and would share for more than a hundred years together as they raised their family and enjoyed their grand and great grand children.
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