Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

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A Troublemaker and The Snake Part 1

Adrian didn't like how this was going. If Harry had done something bad to her, world savior or not, he would hurt him, and then, he would kick his ass out of their home.

"Pucey, I don't like that pout. I think I will just forget it. If I cannot trust you, then who can I?" Hermione glared.

Again, he was about to blow a good thing; why was he like that? His parents had warned him about his bad temper and impulsive behavior and how he would lose her should he go down that road.

"You are right; I am sorry, I love you so much. I go crazy when someone hurts you. That time you went to see Ginny, I left Harry and the children with Rosie, my mom's friend. I followed you to Australia, with Marcus pretending it was a business trip. We were there, hiding behind a concealment charm, when Marcus calmed me down. I was an angry mess. I wanted to kill the bitch. He reminded me that you would kill me if you found out we were there, so we came back. Didn't you wonder why I was waiting for you right at the Portkey station at the Ministry?"

His confession just made Hermione love him more. He was a vigilante; ready to get rid of all those would-be offenders. His quiet nature hid a passionate wizard, a knight from days gone by; she loved her Dark Knight.

"Ok, listen, and you are allowed to ask, but only when I am done talking." Her voice was firm.

He nodded his head. He leaned back on the bed and embraced her next to him.

"After Ron left, I was devastated. I had loved him for ages, and idiotic me, I was also in love with Harry. Yes, with the two of them, and to them, I was just their mate. Harry came to my cot the same day, one thing led into the other, and we turned lovers that night. Well, actually, Harry told me he was afraid to die, and that is when I decided to give him his wish. When Ron came back, he brought news from Ginny, and Harry immediately forgot all about me. He later told me it was because of Ron, but I don't believe it. He was confused." Tears were pooling around her eyes.

Adrian could feel her trembling, so his control was tenuous. He held her closer when she continued, "I was taking Muggle contraceptives. It was my mother's condition if I was to be in a tent with two boys. My father didn't know until later. Sad, but in a way, it was good that Dumbledore was gone, or my father would have killed him. He was raging when he found out all the things that happened in my school, mostly at a headmaster sending his students to war; he was always angry about it."

Her voice sounded detached, she pulled Adrian's hand over her belly where the baby should be, and to their surprise, the baby decided to make his presence known for the first time.

"What was that," Adrian asked, his eyes gleaming with wonderment.

"Oh, my god, it was our boy, the very first time." Hermione glowed with happiness; their son was telling them that everything was as it should be.

He gathered her even closer, leaving his hand right where it had been, "Finish princess, the pain will be cleansed after this."

"In February, I knew something had changed. My breasts were tender, I had nausea on and off, and I was no longer bleeding. When I told Harry, he was cold and curt and explained that he couldn't be a father, not right then. A week later, he came to me and cried and asked me to forgive him. I lied and told him I had been wrong. He accepted my story; it made it easier for us." She paused to accept Adrian's small kiss.

"Bellatrix killed our daughter with the Cruciatus, poor little Anna, the unforgivable had been deadly, it tore her small body nearly into pieces. I was around this time during my pregnancy. When I arrived at Shell cottage, I was ill. Molly realized my distress, and both she and Arthur helped me. I will forever love them for that. Harry never asked again; and I never told him."

Both were quiet when the baby moved again. They both chuckled at the movement, "He is telling you that all is fine. He is a Pucey telling his mommy he is going to make it all better," Adrian assured her..

"He is like his dad, my two Pucey knights, my angels," Hermione kissed Adrian's chest.

"It all worked out for the best. Eighteen-year-old wizards are imbeciles." Adrian concluded; he was calm on the surface but boiling inside. Harry was going to hear him come tomorrow.

"Amen."

"Though you are amazing, Hermione, you need to learn to be more selfish. I will teach you. I tell you what; we will tell Harry tomorrow. That is his punishment. What do you say?"

Adrian, the naughty and nice snake

Hermione got out of their bed and put on the feather band just to make him laugh. When she saw Adrian waiting for her, stroking his cock, biting, and licking his lip, a wave of heat traveled down, and she moaned. He heard her, and his body went hard with need.

As in a fast forward motion, she remembered her crushes over Draco, Ron, and even Blaise, but none compared to Adrian. To her, he was the most beautiful and the most loving of them all. Harry was Harry, no comparing her two loves. By Merlin, she was a wanton witch.

She loved Adrian's dark, long hair, his large dark-blue eyes, and the fleshy and delicious lips. She loved his sensuality and his love for her. He could talk her into anything. For him, it was all-natural and had taught her sex magic. It was considered dark because it involved human secretions and even blood, and because its effects would prolong life for the household members and even made the ground around them and all living things fertile.

Gods, she loved him, so laying on their bed with the hand behind his head, his body aroused, his eyes wanting her, made her want him right at that instance. "I want you inside of me now." She told him in a low voice.

He knew it and teased her. First, he bit his bottom lip lowering his hand to his erection. He wrapped his fingers around it, then stopped to call her with one finger. He was no as calm as he appeared; he could no wait to be inside her.

"Wow, is that all for me. Wait for me just like that, and in a minute, your squaw will ride her big cowboy."

He laughed, but his laughter died when the squaw lowered her body onto his. "My little cow," he whispered.

"Your cowgirl," and lowered her head to kiss him. He took advantage and rolled her under him.

He sat on his feet and got under her. He wanted to touch her and to look at her belly.

"My baby, you have our baby." He picked her up and sat her on his lap. He couldn't stand to have her away from her and needed to hold her. He held on to her breast and laid his head on the crook of her neck. He knew she would be mad but wanted to mark his witch. He loved biting and making her upset. She was a lioness when she got angry, making him burn with lust.

"Adrian, no biting, don't you want your treat?" her voice coming on spurts. His fingers were everywhere.

His hand was on her bum. She tensed, "Not that either, at the tub, later."

"Tease," his head raised, and his tongue licked her bottom lip before assaulting her mouth. "You promised." His voice was dark. He could wait but loved to tease her.

The thought of their baby and of her accepting to be his wife was making his head swoon with passion, with love.

She moved his hair to kiss his eyes, his nose, to lick his face. She felt high with love.

His head came up and sucked her nipples gently. Her walls were contracting, pulling him in. He murmured cleansing magic to dispel her first tears, to enhance their lovemaking, then reached for the wand under his pillow and pointed at their joining, as he always did.

The sight of his flesh inside of her made him cry with something he couldn't describe. "I love you kitten, my life, I love your body, your flesh around mine. You have the Pucey future growing inside you. Come for me, come."

His hand lowered again, to the cleft between her cheeks, and then lower to wet his fingers in their combined releases. He murmured another incantation and lifted his torso and head up from the bed to kiss her. His wet and wild kiss reminded her of a wild beast.

Before she was aware, his long finger slid into her other entrance, followed by another in rapid succession. "Hermione, it feels so good," he moved his fingers deeper. He wished it was his cock in place of his fingers. He moved them faster, hoping to get her acceptance.

She was too far gone to care, "Yes, love, it is okay," his spell had worked, taking the sting, and just left the pleasure. He could feel her muscular contractions, "Yes, come, please." He winced with the assumed pain, but the pleasure was too intense for him to care.

Her body arched, and the orgasm wave shone around the room."Oh, Adrian, my love, don't stop." Using both hands on her body, hoping to make her feel maximum pleasure.

"Kitten, please let me. I promise to be gentle, please?" He pressed the fingers inside.

"Yes, love, yes." He lifted her, "I want to see your face, so we are going to try something different. Trust me, okay?"

She was still shuddering from her last orgasm.

He kneeled in front of her, pulled his fingers out, and placed her legs over his shoulder, "I don't think we'll be able to do this much longer," His voice coming in spurts. With his wand, he repeated the earlier spell and lubricated both of them well.

"Oh my love, yes kitten, oh." As he took his cock inside her instead of his fingers, and then only cries from both of them could be heard. He went slowly, the sensations overwhelming him. He wanted to conquer all her body to try it all with her. His hand on her clit, and his eyes on her, after the initial discomfort, he made it right for her.

He had reversed the pain to himself. It was the only way with any type of sex; nobody knew why you could enhance pleasure. Though pain couldn't be taken away, with very a unique spell, pain could be transferred to a willing person. It was a new incantation he had just learned. A haze of pleasure consumed them both as he drove into her, as gently as his fragmented mind allowed him.

Later, when the room was quieter, he spoke, "I didn't think it was possible to love you, but I do. Earlier today, I thought you were letting me go. I considered kidnapping you, so I could get you pregnant, and you would marry me. I was sick with sadness. Marcus told me I was mad, and you would not leave me. You cannot imagine how I am feeling now, my sweet little squaw."

She sniffled, "You are the most romantic of wizards. I am the one who always worries about your love. I have been afraid to commit because all the witches are in love with you, and I thought you would tire of me. I cannot compete with all those tall blond, rail-thin, Pureblood witches. But when I saw the baby on the screen, I realized that you had chosen me. Gods, I love you."

They were quiet for a long while, just holding each other.

"Are we going on the cruise? It is ten weeks long, but we can cut it down to seven if we miss the last leg. It might not be good for the baby." He asked.

"Hello, why do you think I said 'let's talk tonight,'" they both laughed.

"Seven weeks, or ten weeks, and starts in two weeks? How do you feel about a piggy in a bikini?" she laughed.

"Let me show you. I can show you better." Adrian sounded hopeful.

"Cake after?" her voice was hopeful.

"Cake and milk, and then, we will tell Harry."

"Show me," she teased.

His head went down, kissing, licking and-," Adrian no biting, damn it," He laughed and bit her again softly.

'Lovely marks, mine,' he thought.

Harry repeats goodnight.

At Gabrielle's room door, "Harry, you are welcome to come in and see where this goes," her voice was hopeful. Harry smiled and kissed her forehead in a brotherly fashion.

"Aw, I wish, but it would not be fair to either one of us. I told you my heart is taken, and you cannot fight real love. It might never happen, but hope never dies. Goodnight, beautiful." Harry said softly.

"It is Hermione, it is her, right? You are wasting your time, she is in love with Adrian, and any fool can see that. I will not ask anything after tonight. I just know you will change on your own." Gabrielle was angry. Her features were changing and not looking so lovely. The Veela, the harpy, was starting to show.

"Don't do this to yourself, Gabrielle. You are too pretty. Don't be hurtful; it isn't your style; goodnight, my beauty. I really need to go to sleep."

Adrian was coming around the corner; he had been down, getting her the cake, and heard the exchange. Hermione didn't want to disturb the house-elves. Adrian smiled. After the cake, they would go to tell Harry. He wanted to share the news with everyone. They could sleep in Las Vegas tomorrow or the next day.

Harry was also smiling to himself. Something was telling Harry that he had done just the right thing; maybe it was Remus or even Sirius, or perhaps his mother.

He looked down the hallway at the closed door. And to Jean's open door, and then to the left suite, across him, the door was open as well.

"Way to go, Arthur."

The Troublemaker

The high had been a love night for most. Not for Ron, he was furious; his Veela queen was calling her 'volf' in her sleep, making him sick and angry. Bitch, she would pay.

Hermione had been so beautiful tonight; she had shone like a star and made him realize that he had been an idiot. Why did he have affairs with witches that mattered none when she had been his?

But she wasn't married yet, and, in his book, she was fair game. Not only that, he had been her first love before the tent. An idea born out of evil and fed by the dark currents still hovering in the house took hold inside the darker corners of his mind and grew. Ron wasn't thinking of the damage to others involved. Better, he did not think who the others might be.

He was betting that Adrian didn't know something about his kitten. He always knew the information would help him one day. He lay as far away from Fleur as he could. She stunk of 'volf.'

Tomorrow Hermione would come crying to him, and both Harry and Adrian would be out of the race. He also needed to tell Hermione about Harry, on how he had told Ginny that Hermione had nearly rapped him, and how disgusted she made him. She wouldn't be his friend after that. Ron smiled and went to sleep.

A/n oh, oh...