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Hermione was glad for the peace and quiet of the castle, she had no detentions to oversee or classes to attend and luckily for her the only students remaining were from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw which made for an easy four days.
It gave her the time she needed to explore the removal of Tom Riddle's soul from the tiara and that is what brought her to the hidden quarters of Rowena Ravenclaw, sitting in the witch's former chair and staring down at the glinting silver artefact.
Of course, it would have been easy just to use the killing curse and destroy the whole thing completely but Hermione wasn't sure she wanted to do that. Remus had told her that he had managed to keep the tiara in one piece, whilst removing the soul and he had survived the experience so why couldn't she.
With a loud sigh she picked up the tiara and stood in front of the glass cabinet that had remained visible since Benjy had revealed it. This time when she touched the glass something unusual happened, a glass vial shimmered into existence on the very cushion the jewellery was supposed to sit. Looking around Hermione realised she was indeed quite alone and although still apprehensive she pushed her hand through the glass which rippled like water and extended up her arm. The feeling of dread encompassed her and she snatched the vial and yanked her arm back.
"I should have known it wouldn't take you long to figure it out, Professor."
Hermione jumped startled and spun around with her wand aimed at the floating form of the Grey Lady.
"I'm not sure I understand." Hermione held the vial up to the light and watched as the red liquid glittered with gold flecks.
"I charmed my most precious possession with a rather nasty curse." Hermione nodded and picked up the tiara to show it to the ghost.
"I assume I am inflicted with the curse now?"
She chuckled and shook her head. "No, dear girl you are not. Only those who steal my jewels will suffer the wrath of the curse, so subtle they will not even be aware of its existence until it is too late."
"I don't want to destroy it." Hermione said quietly and looked directly into the eyes of the ghost.
"You hold my blood in your hand, the only thing needed to destroy the darkness. Take the tiara and place it on the pillow, tip my life force over it and then remove your arm."
Hermione swallowed thickly and pushed her arm through the rippling glass again but this time holding the tiara, the inside of the cabinet seemed to glow brightly before the tiara floated out of her hand and sat snugly on top of the cushion, pulling her hand out slowly she grabbed the vial then with trepidation poured the contents liberally over the small crown, it filled every crevice and jewel before lighting up brightly. A large hiss was heard and Hermione had to cover her eyes as a blinding white light filled the room then exploded, sending tiny fireworks across the room.
"Well that was interesting." She said with a grin and turned to the floating Grey Lady who was staring at the tiara with a beautiful smile on her face.
"Thank you, child," She whispered and ran her other worldly hands fingers down Hermione cheeks, sending shivers across her body.
"Did it work?" Hermione went to touch the rippling glass but was stopped by a sharp jolt of power up her arm. "Ouch!"
"Only the heir of Ravenclaw will be able to remove my tiara now, child. You have done well."
"Thank you."
"Prongs there aren't enough witches here, mate!" Sirius whined and plopped down on James's bed as he wrote a letter.
"Aren't there?" He replied absently and sealed the letter with a grin before calling his owl over.
"No, there isn't and if you stopped writing sappy love notes to your girlfriend maybe you would see your friends in crisis."
James snorted as he opened the window the release his owl. "Crisis, Padfoot? I hardly think it's that bad."
"Dogs, mate, I would be better off as Padfoot at least I would get some action."
James fixed his tie and grinned down at his tactless friend. "Better make an appearance, being the host and all. Come on, Pads!"
"Hello, Sebastian," Hermione opened her window and allowed the owl to settle on her arm. "Would you like something to drink?" Sebastian hooted and nipped her fingers gently.
"Come on then, I bought a little perch just for you." She let him climb onto the wooden perch and filled his little water dish. "I have some owl treats to would you like them?" Not waiting for a response she filled his food dish with some treats and he ate happily.
As Sebastian ate she removed the letter from his leg and held it to her chest while letting out a girlish squeal and tearing the envelope away from the parchment. Yours Always,
My dearest Hermione,
I know you are most likely busy with Professor duties but I needed to write to you. I love you, little one, more than I ever thought possible. As I sit here listening to the party going on downstairs and Sirius whining that there are too many witches that resemble dogs and not enough girls, I am thankful to have you in my life. I wish more than anything I could be with you right now, kissing you slowly, touching your skin, and feeling your breasts against my chest. I want to taste you again, to watch you come undone and to know that I was the one who caused it. I want you to scream my name as I lick you, I want your mouth on my skin as I wrap my fingers in your curls. I miss you so much love and I await a return owl.
James
By the end of the letter Hermione was overcome with a desire to apparate to the Potter's and let James take her whenever he wanted.
"Little bastard." She cursed with a grin and pulled out some parchment for a reply.
Finished within minutes she sent it off, grinning widely, hoping he was hard as a rock in the middle of his party.
"James, love, Sebastian is here for you."
James was up like a shot and snatched the letter from his Mother's hands, much to the amusement of the Marauders and the confusion of the partygoers.
He tore open the envelope in a similar fashion to Hermione in Scotland and settled down to read the letter, his eyes widening and legs being crossed as he skimmed over the dirty words.
"Erm be right back guys."
He slammed his bedroom door shut and lay on his bed with the letter in his hands as he licked his dry lips. How does that sound love? I love you,
"My darling James,
Your words lit a fire in me like no one else before. I can't wait to feel you lips on my breasts and your tongue inside me. I promise you, love that when we next meet it will be my lips and my tongue bringing you to heights you have yet to experience.
I'm going to make you scream, James Potter when I suck your delicious cock, your hands will be tangled in my hair and pulling me down to take you down my throat, I will be massaging your balls with my hand as my other one pleasure myself, my fingers will be buried in my pussy, fucking me slowly, then just as you're about to come I will push you to the bed and fuck you until you can no longer speak.
Hermione.
"Fucking hell!" He cursed and freed his erection from the confines of his pants. He never would have believed she would have such a filthy mouth, or the ability to make him so hard it made his head spin. With a quick tug his cock was in his hand and thrusting quickly, he closed his eyes and imagined Hermione's hand, her breasts bouncing and her low moaning of his name as he pounded into her. With a deep grunt he spilled himself over his hand then lay back panting. "Little vixen is going to pay for that one." All my love,
"Little one,
Are you trying to kill me? Your words are like music to my ears, never before did I think such dirty thoughts would come from your beautiful mind. When I touch myself I think of you, when I come it's your face I see, I want to make love to you, slowly and passionately. I want you to feel me inside you, touching places no other wizard has before. I am going to make love to you all night and every night for the rest of our lives, I will never tire of the sound of my name on your lips when you come and the way you love me. For I love you, Hermione and when we take that final step I will feel complete.
James.
Hermione couldn't remove the grin from her face even if she tried, this wizard had to be the most romantic wizard in their world. He loved her completely and she loved him back, they weren't without their flaws and even though Hermione was still wearing her rose coloured glasses she knew James wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her and she'd be damned if she gave him up. Yours with wet knickers,
"My Naughty Chaser,
You are a bad boy, James Potter and very soon I will punish you for leaving me wanting you desperately. Trust me when I say you have already touched places inside me that I never thought possible, no other wizard holds a candle to you, James. I know very soon I am going to be straddling your hips while I fuck your hard cock high and oh so very slowly while we ride on your broom over the mountains of Hogwarts, can you imagine it, love? My hot pussy clamping around your cock, with the wind in our air, where anyone can see us, does that turn you on, James, the thought of fucking me midair, perhaps above the Slytherin stands or the teacher's box? I will make all your dreams come true, my love, just ask and you shall receive.
Hermione."
They continued like this for most of the night until Hermione sent back one final reply saying she was going to bed and while she fucked herself she would be picturing him.
The party had wound down to only a few couples casually snogging and all James wanted to do was return to Hogwarts and claim his witch in the most primal way possible.
Hermione woke the next morning feeling happy and sated; she had played with herself last night for a very long time, her orgasm eluding her until she pictured James coming inside her. That did the trick and now she had a wicked image of James naked and pounding into her, which would keep her happy for a few weeks at least.
Today was a day for her to relax, she had to make an appearance in the Great Hall for breakfast, lunch and dinner but other than that the time was all hers.
Not being able to leave the castle limited her choices, but after a quick chat with Professor Flitwick who promised to keep the castle together, she made a decision, she would take a quick trip to Diagon Alley, she had a wizard to look beautiful for at the Graduation ball and wanted his eyes on her and her alone.
"Malfoy!"
"Yes, my Lord?" Lucius sunk to his knees in front of the Dark Lord and bowed his head submissively.
"My spy at Hogwarts says your Professor will be in Diagon Alley today, I wish for you to intercept her and extend an invitation to meet me. Do not take no for an answer, Lucius."
"Yes, my Lord."
Hermione went straight to Madam Malkins and was immediately fawned over by three sales girls.
"This is what I want." Hermione pulled out an image she had pensieved then drawn, from a magazine she had read in the future.
"Oh dear." The three witches eyes widened in shock at the revealing dress. "I better call Madam Malkin."
"Is there a problem?"
"No, Madam not at all."
Hermione browsed through all the beautiful ball gowns and robes, all in 1970's fashion, which she could admit, was ghastly. She was grateful for being a witch that didn't conform to the ideals of the age, this one or the future. She had always been an individual when it came to dressing never one to go with the crowd and often got teased because of it. Now while waiting for Madam Malkin she found the pair of shoes that would compliment her dress perfectly, they were wickedly high in the heel, silver with a small back, two thin straps that went over the toes and glittered with what looked like crystals.
"Professor, how can I help you?"
"I need a dress made, Madam and since you are the best dressmaker in the Wizarding world I wanted to have you make it for me."
She blushed and her measuring tape whipped around Hermione taking her size at the hips, waist and chest. "You flatter me, child so the job must be difficult or my girls wouldn't have come to fetch me."
"It is rather a risqué dress and considering I won't be at Hogwarts in the new school year I want to go out with a bang."
"You have a design?"
"I do," Hermione smiled and handed her the parchment with the crude design on it. Madam Malkin picked up her wand and traced the dress before pointing at Hermione, she felt her clothes disappear to be replaced by the softest silk she had ever felt.
"How does that look, dear?"
"You have outdone yourself as usual, Madam Malkin." Hermione froze at the sound of the cold drawl of Lucius Malfoy, his long fingers ran down her bare back, tracing the outline of her cross and dipping down over her arse.
"Lord Malfoy! You mustn't be in the ladies area!"
"I wish for you to put this on my account, Madam," Lucius drawled coldly as his eyes locked with Hermione's in the mirror. "And anything else the lovely witch requires." He let his hands rest on her shoulders as his eyes smouldered with desire.
"Madam, may we have a moment?"
"Certainly, Professor, if you need anything just call out to me. I will just be on the other side of the door."
"What are you doing here, Lucius?" Hermione asked and turned slowly, he managed to keep contact with her skin as she moved and when she had completely turned he licked his lips and trailed his fingertips along her chest.
"Even better from the front." He said deeply and walked her backwards until her back hit the wall. "How easy it would be for me to take you here, Hermione. One silencing spell and you would be mine; your beautiful dress would be in tatters on the ground."
She inhaled sharply as his hand found its way inside her dress and caressed her bare breast. "What is so special about you?" He murmured and groped her gently. "No one has ever refused me before, Hermione. Yet here you stand, the epitome of defiance, glaring at me as your body craves me."
"I don't want you." She whispered even as she leaned into his touch.
He chuckled and pulled her closer to him. "I have been sent to capture you, Hermione. Use your trust in me to lure you to the Dark Lord. If there are any memories you do not wish him to see now if the time to remove them."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out her shrunken pensieve. "That's mine!"
"I took the liberty of stopping by your quarters to fetch it. Those were very naughty letters from our Head Boy, Hermione."
"You read my personal correspondence?"
He chuckled and placed the pensieve on a high shelf behind her. "You have quite the delicious body, Hermione. Large firm breasts," He pushed her dress over her shoulders so it pooled around her waist. His large warm hands caressed both her breasts as his thumbs ran slowly over her nipples. "Small waist," He trailed his hand to her waist. "Large hips, just how I like my witches, curvy yet small." He gripped her hips hard and pulled her against his chest. "You can run all you like, Hermione, but one day you will be mine."
"I'm in love with another wizard, Lucius." She said softly and tugged her dress back up over her shoulders. "I won't betray him."
Lucius glared down at her coldly and picked the pensieve up the thrust into her hands. "Remove your memories and do it quickly, we haven't much time."
Albus sat with the Wizengamot as they passed another useless law, he was becoming weary of the internal politics of the Ministry of Magic. Just as another wizard was about to speak the doors to the high court were flung open and several Aurors streamed in.
"Minister, there are Death Eaters attacking Diagon Alley, we must get you and the rest of the Wizengamot to safety."
Albus stood quickly and with a wave of his wand had disappeared to Diagon Alley.
After banishing the pensieve back to her quarters at Hogwarts, Hermione grabbed her purchases from Madam Malkins with the receipt for her dress that would be delivered a few days before graduation and made her way out into the cobbled street.
It was the screams coming from the top of the alley that had her blood chilling, then the mass of black hoods and white masks as the Death Eaters moved silently through Diagon Alley, casting the killing curse on anyone who dared get in their way. Hermione knew she wasn't going to go down without a fight, threw her shopping into a nearby doorway and shot off several stupefy's, taking out five of them before they reached her. Circling her like prey, they kept their silence. There were at least twenty Death Eaters, each one with their wands pointed straight at her.
"The Dark Lord wishes to see you." One snarled from her right.
"Well you can tell your Dark Lord that he can shove his meeting up his arse."
"What bad words for such a little witch."
"Crucio." One of them whispered and she fell to the ground, having been tortured under the Crucio in the future she knew what to expect, she gritted her teeth and rode out the intense, nerve-numbing pain.
"Powerful one." Another murmured and then there were shouts back at the top of the alley as the Aurors arrived.
"Morsmorde!" Three of the death eaters shouted the Dark Mark spell and sent it up into the air, it was bright and powerful and with three strong wizards casting it at the same time it lit up the entire alley.
"Stop by order of the Ministry!"
Hermione felt a hand grab her hair and yank her back as he shielded his body with her smaller one.
"Lower your wands or I will kill her." He snarled and pressed the tip of his wand into her neck.
"You will release my Professor." Hermione closed her eyes as Albus Dumbledore appeared in front of them.
"I think not, Dumbledore, the Dark Lord wants her."
Just as Albus raised his wand the Death Eater murmured 'Portus' and they portkeyed away.
"She is here, my Lord."
"Excellent." He hissed. "Bring her to me."
"My lord, she is disagreeable."
"Wonderful." He said with a slimy grin. "I like them feisty."
"GET OFF ME, YOU FILTHY BASTARD!"
Voldemort chuckled darkly as the curly haired young witch was dragged into the room kicking and screaming, with a loud scream she gripped her jailer's hand tightly and deftly flipped him over her shoulder before attacking the next wizard who approached her. With a palm thrust in his face he was yelling and holding his broken nose. They once more surrounded her as she took up a battle stance.
"Who wants to go next?" She snarled angrily as they moved their circle in closer.
"Professor Fenwick, it is a delight to meet you finally. I have heard some wonderful things about you from my faithful servants."
"Which ones would that be, the arse lickers or the rapists?"
He chuckled again, his eyes flashing red as he hand shot out with the striking speed of a snake and yanked her forward so her head was pulled back and her neck bared.
"You have a smart mouth, Fenwick. I will enjoy breaking you."
Hermione snorted. "I will never kneel before you."
"Perhaps you need an incentive?"
Hermione froze as she heard the screams of someone else being brought into the dark lord's throne room.
"I believe you know a Mister Benjy Fenwick."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock as Voldemort spun her around, Benjy was being held up by to Death Eaters, his left eye was swollen shut, he had blood streaming down his face, his nose was clearly broken and he had several teeth missing.
"Don't, Hermione!" He croaked out as blood spat from his mouth. "They've taken everything from my mind already."
Hermione turned a sly smirk to the Dark Lord. "What is it you want from me, Mister Riddle?" She whispered his name and smirked wider as his eyes widened in shock.
"Kill him." Voldemort hissed and grinned evilly as Benjy's body was reduced to dust by at least thirty reductos.
"You bastard!" She screamed and elbowed him in the ribs before turning around and punching him quickly in the face.
Voldemort wiped his face with his sleeve and sneered down at her, with a raised hand she flew across the room and hit her head with a thud.
"I do not allow filth to touch me, Fenwick." He hissed angrily and levitated her so she was dangling in front of him, she reached around the back of head and grimaced as she felt the blood trickling down her skull.
"You have one chance to redeem yourself, Fenwick."
"I'm sorry I don't do sycophants and their small cocks."
If she hadn't been frightened before she was now, his red eyes glared at her murderously as his hand snaked down her neck, his thumbs that were cold to the touch, pressed against her windpipe. A dark smirk crossed his face as his tongue darted out to lick his lips, he could smell her fear and it was delicious to him.
"You will bring me Sirius Black and James Potter. I want them and you will comply."
"No, I won't." She rasped out as his thumbs pressed harder onto her windpipe.
"Sirius Black has refused his birthright for too long, his family is eager to bring him back into the fold. James Potter's parents are two of the leaders of a new group called the Order of the Phoenix, comprised of the elderly and students. However you knew that already didn't you?"
"Go to hell." She spat in his face and he snarled furiously.
"Fenrir!"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Is your team in place for our second attack?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Instruct them to begin, take no prisoners."
"Hermione, you must wake up!" She felt something cool on her face and struggled to return to consciousness.
"Is she awake?" She heard Dumbledore's voice and cracked open her eyes, the medi-witch came running and began shooting several diagnostic spells over her body.
"Crucio, several stab wounds and a head injury. You'll be fixed in no time, Hermione." She forced several potions down her throat and Hermione felt the pain vanish instantly.
"Headmaster, what happened?"
"You were abducted from Diagon Alley, we found you unconscious and injured in front of Madam Malkins and brought you back to Hogwarts."
"Benjy is dead." She said softly as tears pooled in her eyes. They might not have been blood cousins but had still been quite close and she would miss him.
"He had been captured and tortured he screamed at me not to tell them anything. He said they had attacked his mind and when I spoke Voldemort's real name he ordered his Death Eaters to kill him. He exploded, Albus, right before my eyes!"
"I am sorry, child, but he knew what he was getting himself into."
"Is that your best argument for justifying his death? He knew what he was getting himself into. For fucks sake, Albus, he was only sixteen!"
"He was a valuable member of the Order, Hermione."
"He knows about the Order, your not so secret society is now on his hit list."
"What else happened, Hermione?"
"He wants Sirius, well his family does. I don't understand."
"Families take their wayward children very seriously, if Sirius was brought before them he would be killed instantly."
"I refused to give him Sirius. But he also wanted James, said something about Dorea and Charlus being leaders for the Order and that James would make a valuable asset to his dark army, when I refused he instructed Fenrir Greyback to start the second attack team."
"Ahh, well that explains a few things." Albus said cryptically and stood from his chair.
"You're all healed, dear!" Came the Medi-witches happy voice. "You will experience some slight shaking from the Cruciatus but other than that you are as right as rain and free to go."
"Albus, what is going on?" Hermione felt her heart clench in fear and searched her mind for any feelings from Remus, it was so faint she could barely feel it, sadness and devastation.
"There was another attack." He said solemnly.
"Albus…" Hermione sat up quickly and began throwing her clothes on, lastly were her boots and she pulled them on and ran after Dumbledore who was walking away quite quickly.
"Damn it, old man, tell me what has happened?"
He sighed and turned around quickly, she could see the sadness in his eyes. "Potter Manor was attacked last night, Hermione."
"NO!" She yelled and pulled on Albus's robes. "Who, Albus, tell me who please!"
"Their house was reduced to rubble, we have been pulling the children out all morning. Dorea and Charlus were killed first, those who didn't manage to hide in the warded cellar were taken as hostages or raped then killed. We lost Sandy Jacobs and the entire sixth year Gryffindors."
"What about-" She paused and swallowed thickly as the tears fell freely down her cheeks.
"The Marauders are all alive however a little worse for wear. We have set up new headquarters at your new home. Fenwick House."
"Take me to them, Albus." She said forcefully and Albus gulped as the raw power crackled around her.
"I thought we discussed this, Hermione, I told you to stay away from James Potter."
"And I don't give a fuck right now, Albus Dumbledore, take me to him now, old man or find out why I was a force to be reckoned with on my timeline."
"I will not stand for your insubordination, Hermione."
"Is that what this is? You are a fool to believe I would stop loving James or he would stop loving me just because you told me to. You are in my home, using my facilities. I know for a fact the Order had no real headquarters until Orion and Walburga are murdered in two years time, if you do not take me there instantly your precious Order will have no home."
Without answering her he apparated them directly to a run down shack, with a whispered command the shack shimmered and a beautiful Manor house came into view. Not waiting for him to allow her entry she pushed away and ran inside, she saw Sirius sitting on the chair staring into space and ran to his side.
"Sirius?"
He looked at her and broke down, burying his head in her curls and holding her tightly. "They were like my parents, Hermione." He cried brokenly.
"Hush, love I know, I loved them too. You are safe here, I promise you."
"Hermione?"
Remus sat down next to her and she leaned back so he could cuddle into her other side. "Are you alright?"
"I'm coping." He said softly and when Hermione felt his hand on her stomach she looked down to see his fingers entwined with Sirius'.
"James needs you, Hermione." Sirius croaked out and released his strangle hold on her.
"Where is he?"
"Upstairs."
"Will the two of you-"
"We have each other, Hermione. James only has you."
She was up like and flash and taking the stairs two at a time, her hair was flying about her wildly and she wished for the first time to have worn more sensible shoes. It only took a moment to find him and she came to a skidding halt in front of the door to the master bedroom. He was laying on the bed staring into space with his head on Lily's lap, she was stroking his hair and crying silently. As if he felt her presence his glassy eyes trailed up her body and rested on her eyes, she could feel his pain and sorrow and entered the room slowly.
"Hermione?" His voice cracked and he looked at her as if not really sure she was actually there.
"It's alright, I'm here." Ignoring the murderous glare from Lily, she removed her jacket and smiled down at him, with speed and agility from years of Quidditch he flung himself at her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"I was so worried about you, little one, they told me he'd taken you. I thought I'd lost you too, Merlin they're gone, love, I'll never see them again."
She cupped the back of his head and looked directly into his bloodshot hazel eyes. "They were good people, James, I am so sorry."
Hermione could see over James's shoulder that Lily was still sitting there watching them with obvious interest. She knew James would never open up with the other witch in the room and sighed, knowing what she had to do.
"Lily, would you mind giving us some privacy?"
She stared up at Hermione with shock, clearly wanting to be the one to comfort James. "I want to stay and be with James."
"Go and sit down, love," She whispered to James and kissed his lips softly. "Let me get rid of Lily and we can be alone."
"I'd like that." He said back with a watery smile and kissed her back just as softly.
He walked over to the fireplace and sunk down on the small leather couch while Hermione walked back to the bed where Lily was still sitting.
"I appreciate you being here for James, Lily. But I'm here now and we need to be alone."
"But I want-"
"This isn't about you," Hermione hissed. "I know you dislike me because of James' feelings for me, but this is about him and what he needs, and that is me. We are in love, Lily. He needs the witch he loves by his side, I know you are his friend but he doesn't need a friend right now. Please give us some privacy."
Lily glared at her blackly before standing with a huff and storming out of the room. With a weary sigh, Hermione locked and securely warded the door so not even Dumbledore could get through before going to James and kneeling before him.
"Is she gone?" He asked quietly and continued staring into the dead fireplace.
With a flick of her wand it roared to life in the cool room and sent flickers of warmth throughout the bedroom.
"Yes, love she's gone."
He looked down at her with a desperate, feral gleam in his eye and without warning she was pulled up into his lap and had his mouth pressed brutally with hers. Their teeth clashed and lips bruised as he kissed her hard, his tongue pushing between her lips and attacking her with fervour.
"James?" She moaned and tore her mouth away from his as his hands ripped her shirt straight up the middle.
"I need you, little one, to hell with waiting until Graduation. Please, love let me have you."
"I'm yours." She whispered and squeaked when he pushed her to the floor and tore off her bra, her boots were yanked off and then her pants, leaving her completely naked in front of him.
"Beautiful." He breathed and covered her body with his larger one, he kissed her again, harder than before, she felt his teeth cut through her lip but ignored the pain, instead grabbing at his shirt and pulling it over his head.
"Eager, little one?" He growled ferally as her small hands hurriedly undid his pants and pushed them down his legs with her feet.
"Shut up, James." She ordered and wrapped her legs around his waist, she could feel the heat pulsing through his cock that was resting against her pussy.
"Hermione," He murmured and moaned loudly when her hand found his cock and positioned it at her entrance.
"Do it!" She hissed and screamed loudly as he thrust into her roughly, his movements were jerky and inexperienced but he made up for it with passion. His lips found hers as he thrust into her over and over. She knew it wasn't about love or desire this was about a desperate need to feel, to feel her skin against his and hearing her moans as he drove into her.
He pressed his face to her neck and moaned again as she tightened her hips and met his thrust for thrust, within a few minutes he stiffened above her and she felt his teeth bite down on her shoulder as he came hard with an untamed burst of power, shooting his seed up into her pussy.
They both cried out as pain seared through their skin and sent bursts of white light flying around the room.
"James?" Hermione asked uncertainly as her back throbbed.
"What was that?" he asked in confusion and held up his wrist.
"Wow," Hermione breathed and traced the fresh ink on his wrist. "It's Celtic and it's my first initial."
"How can you see that?" He asked softly as her fingertips ghosted over the raw ink.
"I studied the Celtic language in school, see here is the H but it's surrounded by knots, each knot has a different meaning. Nobody will know what it is unless you tell them.
"What does it mean?"
Hermione sighed and held him tightly. "We passed through the final stage of awareness." She whispered, suddenly afraid of his reaction.
"You mean we're soul bonded?"
"Yes, you did read the book I gave you?"
"Of course I did, love, I forgot about the consummation details."
"You're not upset?"
Ignoring her question he kissed her slowly, his tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth. "Hermione, did you-?"
"Come?" She asked with a small smile. "No but it doesn't matter. It was good, I enjoyed myself and I love you."
"I'm sorry." He whispered and it was then she felt the warm wetness on her neck and ears from his tears.
"Don't you dare be sorry, James Potter." She ran her hands down his back, enjoying how he shivered and gripped her shoulders.
"I didn't want it to be this way."
"I know but there will be more chances for you to take it slowly."
He moved off her chest and offered her his hand, leading her over to the bed he pulled back the covers and hopped in before patting the spot in front of him. She smiled down at him and climbed under the doona so she was facing him.
"Tell me you'll never leave me." He whispered almost desperately as his hand cupped her face.
"James…"
"I don't want to hear that you can't promise that because of the war, little one, I just need to hear it, lie to me if you have to. Just please tell me you'll never stop loving me and you'll never leave me."
"I will love you until the day I die, James Potter. We are bonded by the soul; there is no deeper connection than that. I will never leave you willingly, I promise you."
"My beautiful, little one," He caressed her cheek and leaned in to kiss her slowly. "No escaping me now."
"Same goes for you, Potter."
Chapter End Notes:
woooooo baby how did you like the smut? and the 'owl' sex? giggles When this fic was still in the draft stage, the sex scene originally was at their graduation night but the deaths of Charlus and Dorea forced them into a situation that sped their relationship up a little...Now onto the Lucius front...some of you are going to be pissed that Hermione was abit hypocritical with Lucius, allowing him to grope her when she gets pissed at James for kissing someone else...but she's heading down and quite quickly...theirs is a complex relationship. The Owl Sex was quite a good idea of mine :D what started off as a dirty letter to Hermione from James was quickly pushed into something very dirty. James not usually so forward or crude in person was able to write what he desired without getting embarrassed :D
Portable Pensieve was the little secret Hermione shares with Lucius :D and the consummation between James and Hermione (which I loved writing because it had all my favourite things, awkwardness, love, a little rough lol and James apologising for her not climaxing hehe) anyway I hope you liked it and I'm so sorry about killing Dorea and Charlus along with Benjy. Benjy Fenwick was killed during the first war by being exploded (canon) so I thought it fitting to do the same. Charlus and Dorea died of old age in Canon but that didn't fit in to what I wanted to do :D
As always look forward to your reviews and I wait with baited breath for your reviews:D
Sneak?
Hermione pressed her ear to the wall as James ran their bath, the scent of lavender filling the room as a bright red flush crept up her cheeks.
"Oh my." Hermione giggled as she heard Remus taking Sirius hard against the wall.
"What is it?" James asked and dipped his hand in the water to check the temperature.
"I think Sirius and Remus are sharing the room next to ours."
"What's wrong with that?" He said, as she blushed further.
"I don't think they are going to be getting any sleep."