A/N: It's been a while since I've given you a little adult content, so here's an M chapter. Three Xs before and after, if you want to skip it. No point, just to give a little action.

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The school year droned on. Edward and Alice had taken to eating alone together, sometimes talking in hushed voices (Alice's favorite topic was Edward's upcoming wedding, which was becoming more elaborate and expensive every time the subject was broached), sometimes reading. Hermione had reminded them that sitting in the corner, not eating and not talking, was not exactly 'normal human behavior', and so they tried to make sure that they were at least doing something. Hermione had managed to be friendly enough to Angela, Ben, Eric, and Tyler, to endear herself to them, so her occasional appearances at the end of the school day were not unwelcome. She had even been invited to go shopping in Port Angeles with Angela and Bella, Ben and Eric had even invited her, grudgingly with Edward, to the beach in La Push. She seemed genuinely disappointed as she declined, a quick glance at Jacob.

The wolves had stopped coming by as often. Hermione wasn't using their saliva anymore, said she had no need until they could be certain that the antivenin worked on humans who had been bitten. She said that there was no way she'd bite anyone as a test subject, that she'd have to wait to catch wind of a possible subject. As they were having this discussion Bella volunteered, and was shot down by every member of the pack as well as all the vampires. It was too risky if it didn't work, and it was only by threatening to leave did Edward and Alice manage to get her to drop the subject. Sam was making sure they stopped by every other day or so, supposedly to check on anything Hermione was doing, but often because they didn't disappoint with a large meal (which took some effort and financial burden off Emily's shoulders).

As the Easter holidays were approaching Edward noticed that Hermione was starting to miss her friends back in the UK. They swapped letters back and forth, but the problem with owl post was that it wasn't much faster than Muggle post, and her news was often a few days too late. She hadn't done much interesting since discovering the antivenin, but she didn't portray that in her letters back home. She almost made rainy, dreary Forks seem like a great tourist destination.

"Why don't you go back to England for a while?" Edward asked one day after he watched her reading the same chapter of Hogwarts: A History for the twenty-fourth time.

"And leave you here?" she asked, looking at him in surprise.

"I'm not saying forever," he smiled. "Just a week or so. Like a Spring Break."

"Your real Spring Break is coming up in two weeks. Why don't we both just go then?"

"I have plans for Spring Break," he smirked. "And none of them involve sharing you."

She smiled, giving the blushing without blushing look. "It's Easter," she pointed out.

"I'll be fine. Jasper and Alice are here. We'll go camping."

She nodded. "That sounds nice. I guess I'll go pack," she stood and made for the stairs, but his arm snaked around her waist before she made it there.

"Change you mind?" she murmured, relaxing against him.

"I just wanted something to remember you by while you were gone," his lips trailed down the back of her neck, causing her to straighten up and draw in a quick breath.

"Alice and Jasper?" she asked as his hands found the buttons on her peasant blouse.

"Seattle for the night. They have a favorite hotel up there."

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She didn't protest as he kissed her neck and slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. He let the garment fall to the floor. His fingers trailed slowly up her body to cup her breasts. She moaned and leaned back into him, pulling him to her for a passionate kiss. He massaged her breasts, then tweaked her nipples as she nipped playfully at his bottom lip.

"It's been too long," he growled, pinching her nipples a little more forcefully as he could smell her becoming aroused.

"It's been two days!" she informed him in a chastising tone.

"Every day not spent making love to you is a wasted day."

"Does that line ever work?" she laughed as he spun her around and pressed her up against the wall.

"That depends. Are you going to stop this?" he asked, replacing his hands with his mouth as he nipped affectionately at her breast.

"No," she moaned, grabbing onto the corner of the wall for support as her knees seemed to fail her.

"Then I guess it worked," he murmured, turning his attention to her other breast.

She opened her mouth to make a snide comment, but his lips covered hers before sound came out. One hand grabbed her skirt and pulled, casting the torn fabric aside. She quickly pulled his shirt over his head and pulled him back to her for more passionate kissing. His hands left her only long enough to divest her of her panties, then roughly pushing his own jeans down. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, allowing him easy entry. He thrust roughly into her, and even though his lips were still on hers a loud moan echoed around them.

She bucked her hips into him, using the wall for leverage, and he grabbed her hips and pushed into her fully again. He then slowly drew himself out, teasing her.

"Please, Edward," she moaned, pressing herself to him.

"Patience," he hissed, entering her again to another loud moan. Her legs tightened around him, holding him to her, making it impossible for him to pull all the way out of her. Smirking at her insistence he started grinding into her.

"More... Edward... please," she gasped with each thrust. His head lowered to her neck, as he started to kiss her hungrily. One hand braced himself on the wall, the other finding her breast and groping it greedily. Her fingernails were implanted into the cold stone of his back. Her head tilted back to leave him better access for his kisses. He slowed his thrusts as he gently kissed the crescent shaped silver scar where Grant had bit her. His hand left her breast long enough to gently pass over the long, silver scar that had been where the curse had hit her.

He knew her well enough to know when she was getting close, and he slowed and sped his thrusts to tease her, to get her close to the brink, then slowing long enough to bring her down again.

"Bloody hell, Edward," she growled as he completely stopped after bringing her within seconds of release. "You do that to me again I'll take your head off!"

Edward laughed. He kissed her lips slowly, savoring her taste, becoming intoxicated on her scent. He knew his next round of thrusts would bring him his own release, and he was in no hurry to get there. She responded by pulling him to her more tightly, her tongue clashing with his, breasts pressing into him, hips moving insistently against him. Deciding she had enough teasing he started grinding into her again, and she rewarded him with another moan.

Her center clamped around him as she finally came to climax. Her fingernails dug deeper into him, her legs tightened around him, she cried his name loudly. As he had known, he spilled himself into her, his growl of her name lost in her cry of his. He held her against the wall, nose in the base of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Her fingers ran through his bronze hair as she slowly placed her legs back down on the ground. He wouldn't let her move until her scent started returning to normal, and she was content to stand there, arms wrapped loosely around him, for as long as he desired.

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"Are you sure you're okay with me going?" she whispered into his ear, more than willing to stay.

"I want you to," he muttered back, surprised he meant it. "You need some time with your friends. You haven't seen them in a while, and I'm sure they miss you and want updates. I'll be fine here for a week or so. All our little distractions have made me only four days ahead with my school work."

"That's horrible!" she sounded as horrified as possible without laughing. Had it been her at Hogwarts, four days ahead might have been cause for concern, but with the knowledge that had come from repeating the subject many times and no need for sleep she was sure he'd be at least two weeks ahead again when she returned.

She waved her wand and the silver-white object burst forward and disappeared into the air. She went upstairs and threw some of her things to her beaded bag. She would make sure to spend a day or two with Carlisle and Esme, they were missing her, Edward, Alice, and Jasper, but the way she was planning on going she wasn't going to be able to bring any of them with her. They'd have to wait for Alice and Edward to graduate. Again.

As she bounded back downstairs a silvery-white cat appeared in front of her bearing the message 'I look forward to it'. She smiled widely, and met Edward at the bottom of the stairs. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his forehead to hers.

"Promise you'll have fun?" he muttered, unwilling to let her go just yet.

"I promise," she smiled at him, then craned her neck to press her lips quickly to his. "Are you sure you'll be okay here by yourself?"

"It's not by myself. My dear brother and sister will be here. Esme will be thrilled to get first hand news, and it'll do you loads of good to get out of this house."

She walked to the fireplace and dipped her hand into the container of Floo powder. She kissed Edward, promised she'd be back in a week, and stepped into the fireplace. It took her several minutes of spinning, much more than a regular human would be able to stand but it was no longer disorienting or tiring to her. The long distance wouldn't bother her. Finally the spinning stopped and she stepped into McGonagall's office.

"Good afternoon, Miss Granger," her former Professor greeted her as she stepped out. "I trust you're well?"

"As can be expected," she returned the smile.

"What of this antivenin that Harry and Ron let slip to me?"

"Completed. Awaiting a trial case," she responded.

"You," Snape's portrait snapped, and she jumped as inadvertantly as a second-year caught stealing from his private stores. "You managed to create a previously un-thought of antivenin that counters the effects of vampire venom?" She couldn't tell if he was impressed, or merely disdainful.

"Obviously I know nothing more than it does not work on those who have completed the transformation. Though if that trial holds true there's a good chance..."

"Trial?" he asked. "On whom did you test this antivenin?"

"Myself," she informed him, sounding much like her know-it-all self from when she was her student.

"You were fool enough to think that it might give you your human life back?" he sneered.

"I knew there was little hope. But I did find that it countered the venom already in my body, forcing my body to make more venom at a rate I haven't since my initial transformation. That speaks well that the antivenin did its job."

He considered her for a moment. "As novice and unnatural I perceived your skills in potion making to be, I must say that I am intrigued by the possibilities that you are presenting with your antivenin, and I'll even admit to being impressed by the speed at which you managed to produced the product, especially with no known studies into the subject prior to your starting."

"It helps when you don't have to sleep. And when you have a pretty good idea as to what will work, meaning you only need to find the solution that will sustain it long enough to eradicate the venom in the body. I believe I've done that."

"This transformation of yours might not all be for naught, then," he nodded at her as he might a colleague, then walked out of his frame.

"Have you been taking the Daily Prophet while overseas?" McGonagall offered her a chair.

"No. I have no need for that type of yellow journalism," she replied, sitting.

"Your appearance at George Weasley's party caused quite the little stir, especially regarding what they have termed 'your condition'."

She laughed bitterly. "That certainly sounds like I'm pregnant with Harry's illegitimate child or some other such horrible, preventable scandal."

McGonagall smiled and nodded. She slid a copy of the Prophet from January second across the desk towards Hermione. The headline proclaimed she was back and a vampire, nothing untrue, and below was a picture of her and Edward dancing closely at the New Years party. She was proud to see that neither of them was bothered by the attention, rather they seemed to be only concerned with dancing with each other.

"The reactions have been mixed and somewhat predictable. There have been a number, and they have been very vocal, that have been calling for the Vampire Hunters at the Ministry to go after you immediately. Kingsley won't hear of it, he says that he has information that you are quite the opposite of the type of vampire they are there to destroy, and to kill you, and Edward, would be against the regulations. Another group, much smaller this time, are advocating for you to be thrown immediately into Azkaban."

"Azkaban? For vampires? It's unheard of!" she shouted, looking horrified.

"It started out as somewhat of a joke. Chuck you into Azkaban in the same cell as some of the Death Eaters and wait."

She looked shocked. The burning in the back of her throat flared up for a moment. It was relatively calm, she had hunted the day before, but how long would she hold out in a cell with nothing to hunt around her but humans? Carlisle had held out for a good time, but did she have the control? Or would she rationalize, as she had with the Snatchers, that the world would be a better place without those imprisoned and have her fill? Would she have the mind about her to rationalize at all?

"That is more about punishing those in Azkaban more than they already are than punishing you. Many of those advocates have come out saying you should be paid to get rid of the recent overcrowding of the prison."

"I wouldn't..."

"I know, I know, dear. As does most of the readers of the Prophet, since Harry has come out and voiced his support for you and your 'lifestyle', and his word still holds a lot of weight. Which is probably why the vast majority of witches and wizards are adopting a 'live and let live' philosophy. The fact that there are vampires wandering around is not exactly news, and as long as you're not running around slaughtering villages or anything."

She visibly relaxed. "So I can walk around, say, Diagon Alley without worry?"

McGonagall chuckled. "I know few who would be foolish enough to try to mess with you. Those who are trained to destroy vampires are employed by the Ministry, and under direct orders to leave you alone. You aren't worth Azkaban."

"That's good," she smiled, standing. "Do I have permission to walk around the castle?"

"Of course, of course," she smiled. "You've made it with about two hours to spare before curfew, which should be ample time for you to find Mr. Potter, and the Weasleys."

"Thank you, Professor. I'll be spending nights with Carlisle and Esme," she stood to leave.

"Very good. And, Ms. Granger?"

"Yes, Professor?" she turned at the door.

"Congratulations on your engagement. Edward is as lucky to have you as Hogwarts was," she smiled.

"Thank you," Hermione muttered, letting herself out. Two hours to curfew? She knew where she would probably find Harry and Ron. Dinner ended in about fifteen minutes, but getting to the Great Hall wouldn't be a problem anymore.