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I was just playing with some plot bunnies and this happened. I'm going to continue adding until I get tired.
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Drabble One. Shaken not stirred.
Harry disappeared after the war. He only left a note to Hermione.
Hey Mione,
I cannot be the Hero forever, but I could not leave you without saying, I'm sorry. I know you love Ron, and I could never say that you meant nothing to me. I love you Hermione, but I refuse to be the second choice, all my best and I'll find your parents and ship them back to you.
Take care, beautiful wormbook.
Harry J Potter.
Hermione felt like her heart was stabbed by a basilisk fang and a freezing charm in one move.
Harry loved her and she kissed Ron, how, how could she go back and kick the stupid gesture of an adrenaline-fuelled kiss and undo this ending?. She couldn't, and fuck her luck for being so impulsive.
-oo0oo-
4 years later,
Hermione was busy working on filling her paperwork as part of the Unspeakeables when she received a paper plane summoning her to appear in front of Minister Shacklebolt.
The mousy woman stepped into the office and noticed a shadow on the corner of her eye, she immediately jumped and sent a wandless double enchantment. Expelliarmus and Incarcerous!
Only then she noticed Shack laughing. Hermione turned to Shack and was about to send a stinging hex when the Minister placed his palms up in a gesture of peace and surrender.
Shack added to the now captive wizard, "So, do you still want to question my choice for a special agent, Percy?"
"No, but she will need to look the part, fortunately, I have a family member, who is more adept to making the proper image changes so she can bring this crazed mage out."
"Excuse me but would any of you idiots explain, or should I continue hexing until I get satisfaction?" Asked Hermione in a growl.
Shack's eyes bulged and Percy turned a couple of shades red.
"Fuck she's Perfect!" Spoke a woman from the door. Only then, Hermione recognized her. "Susan Bones, is that really you?"
"Yes, it's me, it's good to see you, Hermione."
Hermione walked to the woman and hugged her. Susan just added, "I just came back from MI5 and the joined program of Hit Wizards. Do sit down, we have a lot to talk about."
Shack greeted Susan. "Madame Bones, good to see you."
Hermione was genuinely glad to see her, and when she heard the formality ring in Shack she knew something was off.
Percy was released and the door was closed and a Muffliato screen later. Susan cut through the formalities.
"He's getting more unstable, we need to neutralize him. True he is bringing justice to the victims of the madmen and madwomen he's executing, but still, his methods are devious, malicious and are leaving more scars in our already feeble relation with the European Wizarding community."
" Oh Merlin, don't tell me that the Phoenix is attacking again?" Plead Hermione.
"Up until two months ago, we believed the Phoenix was a group, as it turns out, it's a wizard with a Time-Turner… and what is worse, his magical trace seems familiar," added Percy.
"Who, please don't let it be one of the remaining Slytherins, Nott or Goyle?" asked Hermione.
Susan, Shack, and Percy looked into each other briefly, which brought a feeling of dread over Hermione, she bit her lip and shook her head, while she asked in a low tone of voice, "You already know who it is, don't you?"
"Yes we do, its Harry Potter," said Shack.
"No, there must be some mistake, Harry is not a serial killer, he's a hero, the chosen one, I refuse to listen to you insult my friend."
Percy played the memory and there she noticed her childhood friend exact vengeance on Dolores Umbridge, in a cruel and systematic manner, that left nothing but bits of human remains that were torched into ashes and vanished.
After the room was cleaned with a snap of his fingers. The man walked to the captive man and added, "I will finish the job that I was assigned by destiny, remember that Goyle, now fuck off, and forget about starting another bigoted movement, or follow Umbridge to hell, your choice?"
"He's changed, he's more powerful and dangerous, as you can see, he is confident and his core has increased. He cannot be trapped by ordinary means," added Susan. It was then that the three heads of department looked at Hermione, and she curled an eyebrow.
"And, what, you expect me to deliver him? Oh now I've heard everything," replied Hermione while crossing her arms in a defensive body gesture.
"We don't want to kill him, we just want him under house arrest," said Shack to which Hermione rose insulted by the idea and added, "Under house arrest, did I hear you right? Oh, I don't believe you three, knowing, knowing what I know, he was treated as a house-elf by his relatives, the worst type of non magical intolerant arses, and yes, even locked in his childhood, and you are now, you are now seriously suggesting that he comes back here, to be put under house arrest, are you insane or just suicidal?"
"Please Hermione, his core increased, but is also becoming unstable, he's a walking time bomb, we need to bring him home, we know he has suffered, but we fear that he's on a path of no return, you might be the only one able to reach out to him," said Shack.
Hermione knew that there was more to this story than the present company wanted to share, she knew Shack had the political savviness to follow after Dumbledore and Fudge.
The Unspeakable took notice that Susan was the only one that seemed genuinely concerned, while Percy kept sizing her up. She made up her mind, she owed Harry, he did in fact kept his promise and delivered Monica and Wendell Wilkins back as Emma and Daniel Granger, she quickly probed,
"What's the plan then?"
Susan sighed in relief and said, "I'll brief you when we arrive in Nice,"
"We are going to France?" asked Hermione.
"Yes, our French liaison is waiting there," added Percy.
"He is?" asked Hermione.
"She is," added Shack. He then suggested, "Hermione, one more thing,"
"Yes Minister?" asked Hermione,
"Whatever it takes, bring him down," said Shack with finality.
Hermione could only blink as she was lead via Portkey to Nice, France.
-oo0oo-
Hermione, Percy, and Susan were greeted by Fleur Weasley, it was then that she had a clue of what was the angle they wanted to use to lure Harry out. According to Susan and Fleur, Hermione was to be transformed into a seductress.
Of course, much like Ron, Percy doubted the change was possible. What Percy didn't count on was that Fleur, had connections to a time chamber, and while, eight hours passed in the normal time, it was apparently weeks for Hermione, before she could step out.
Susan and Fleur were proud of Hermione as she stepped out attired in a very stylish frock, and was led to the hotel that was now lodging the elusive wizard, code name Phoenix.
Susan and other agencies had an exclusive hotel and casino, tagged for a wizard and mundane weapons expo and only the cream of the crop, was there to purchase the latest toys.
It was a closed-door affair, and intelligence reports had relayed that Harry was hot on the trail of Igor Karkaroff.
The hotel was hosting the expo. Hermione was dolled up and had Percy doing double-takes. She was attired in a black velvet dress that hugged her curves. A very secure step on her stilettos and flawless makeup and hair.
Even her perfume was subtle, yet unforgettable. "You are like an apparition, Fleur, great job," said Susan.
Percy blinked and blushed, "You clean up alright Granger,"
"Why thank you, Percy," said Hermione, while thinking to herself that Ron and Percy had a congenital condition that rendered them as charming as a drunk troll.
Hermione walked inside the building and headed to the Roulette table, keeping a humble attitude to the game and searching for Harry.
After a while, fortune seemed to smile on her, since she kept on winning. It was then that she heard a voice in her ear. "You look lovely tonight my dear."
She blushed, as she turned to the voice and found herself staring at the most beautiful and frightening set of emerald green eyes she had ever seen. However, Harry's face had changed, in a way his features matured.
He was devilishly attractive as though he felt comfortable in not only his skin, but his magic, and for a second she felt a bit awkward, which produced the effect of a sweet smile of recognition on him.
It was then that she noticed his ring. It was the stone of resurrection. Only then did she realize the reason why he was so good at what he was doing. Before she could reply, he added, "Oh I've been looking for you,"
Hermione was going to answer when a beautiful woman attired in white appeared and threw herself into Harry's arms.
Hermione blinked, then withdraw herself from the game and claimed her chips off the table, and after she placed them into her bag and thanked the croupier, she turned her back, going to a table who was dealing cards, keeping a cool façade on the outside, while pissed at herself for being so gullible, still, after all these years for a pair of pretty eyes.
"James, thank you for that beautiful Brooch you gave me, my mother was impressed and Pappa, wants to meet you," said the blond girl.
"Don't mention it, it's a gift suited for a bride, go on now, find Victor and show him," said Harry.
"I will, you'll come to our wedding, won't you?" asked the girl.
"Of course Ms. Karkaroff, I'm counting the days, before the celebration," he said with a hint of dark humor.
"I still cannot believe it, I'm going to be Vala Krum,"
The cards dealer asked again, "Madame, will you bet or hold?"
Hermione cleared her throat, and checked her cards and raised the bet. A moment later, she won, and a drink reached her, she was about to taste it, when a hand reached her gloved hand and said, "Careful, too many envious mongrels and one lucky lady, it usually brings the best and the worst of us."
Hermione felt the heat of his body, his scent, his fingers on her hand. She asked, "Of course,"
She tapped her drink with her ring and it revealed a mild liquid Imperio, she shook her head and asked for the waiter. "Garçon, take away my drink, it's bitter and bring me a bottle of water with the cap and seal on it, please?" The waiter turned ghostly pale. "Right away madame."
It was then she felt her right elbow being pulled towards the man wearing expensive robes, as he added, "Now everybody knows, you are untouchable and desirable, but you are not here for this, it's good to see you, Hermione,"
Only then did Harry find a booth and table and sat, after he signaled with a hand gesture for Hermione to join him.
Hermione noticed how easy it was for him to interact with not only her but the world around. She replied to his greeting, "Yes, and I just want to add that I hold no grudges, Harry, hell I understand now, I had it coming didn't I, the scene with the beautiful girl, just now?"
"Vala? yes, she is beautiful, but she's not my type,"
Hermione asked, "What?"
Harry caressed Hermione's cheek and chin with a finger and softly whispered to her ear,
"You know what is my type, but, since I'm certain you are too self-absorbed, I'll spell it out, you are the only woman for me, everything else just falls into a pattern of shadows and props,"
Hermione had a difficult time swallowing since Harry's touch seemed to be electrifying. Suddenly, she felt as though she had taken the drink of the mild Imperio beverage, since she obviously was losing her self-control and her body was becoming attuned towards Harry, in a way mimicking a cat, about to rub against her favorite human.
She blushed at the sound of the waiter delivering the water bottle, however, she regained a bit of her focus, she opened her purse, and the waiter said, "It's okay madame, it's on the house, that and our heartiest apologies,"
Hermione blinked and agreed with a head gesture.
Only a moment later Harry's hand reached out and embraced and pulled her softly against his chest, while he whispered, "Play the part Hermione, a beautiful woman, behaving as innocent belle as a conceited bastard just has a moment of closeness and he fills your ears with nothing but filthy fantasies of dominance,"
Hermione looked into his eyes again, for what it seemed like a minute.
She blinked and remembered his words, then tried to fight, even feel anger, but her voice failed as she stammered, "What?"
He quietly laughed and added, "That's it, Merlin you're perfect, your skin is soft, you hair is feather-light and your heat is maddening, but tell me, Hermione, do you want me to rip your underwear here or upstairs, where Susan, Fleur, and Percy cannot watch?"
She was enjoying his hands, his scent, and the sound of his voice, that is until she named her companions, then, something clicked in Hermione's brain, since her head snapped and her hand made contact with his cheek.
She rose and whispered in rage, "You have some nerve, after all this time, you still are clueless aren't you?"
She walked out, followed by her entourage, "Hermione, what happened?" asked Susan.
"That man is not Harry, but a decoy, Harry is here. but he's been on to us, someone leaked information," She rushed out.
Harry remained in his seat and then noticed an object in his pocket. He rose and disappeared from the room. He could wait.
-oo0oo-
Days later news broke of an unusual double death at a wedding banquet. Vala and Igor Karkaroff, father and daughter, died while dancing, basilisk poisoning, investigators were able to determine that their clothes were dipped in poison. The next day there was a tabloid scandal. Viktor Krum revealed he was treated for love potions. The late Karkaroff's had been manipulating him for years.
Viktor sent a message of thanks to his avenging angel.
Harry smiled at the news. Then he read, a different newspaper article, stating that a Portkey failure took the lives of Head of Foreign Magical Liaisons, Susan Bones and the Undersecretary of British Magical Prime Minister Shacklebolt, Percy Weasley.
The note added that the young Madame Bones and Percy I. Weasley. Were victims of a faulty Portkey that sent the couple to water infested sharks when visiting Australia.
Minister Shacklebolt was doing his international visit and was now going to speak at the double funeral of his work colleagues. Tragedy, was keen on the foreign diplomats, since it struck again.
Harry was reading when he heard his door open and close, and then he smiled.
"You're not surprised that I found you?" asked Hermione.
"Why would I? you were always brilliant, scary too, but brilliant," said Harry.
"Is that right?" asked Hermione.
"Of course, now, sit down and take a look at Shacklebolt make his last official speech," said Harry while pointing at his lap and the Pensieve projector.
Hermione smiled mildly shocked by Harry's demeanor and invite, still, she took a seat in his lap. Harry sighed content. It was then that Shacklebolt rose to the podium when the floor gave in and while Kingsley didn't die from the floor caving in, but the weight of the statue behind him, that toppled him and squashed the man to pudding.
"Amazing," said Hermione.
"Thank you, and thank you for getting rid of the Karkaroff's my dear." complemented Harry.
"Don't mention it, however, can you please explain why those three, Bones, Weasley and
Shacklebolt had a grudge against you?" asked Hermione.
Harry sighed and answered. "Bones wanted the Deathly Hallows, undersecretary Weasley was a light pureblood bigot and Shacklebolt didn't want to share the glory of being the runner up winner of the war, petty, jealous and short-minded leeches, that needed to be put to rest and the last of the followers of the deceitful Light lord Dumbledore,"
He lowered the strap of Hermione's dress. As Hermione's bare shoulder came to light, he reached and placed a small kiss.
Hermione felt his lips and inclined her face to the nude shoulder. Harry said, "You can always say stop, you know that,"
Hermione nodded yes, Harry continued. "You know what I adore about you?"
"No,"
"The taste of your skin, you are so deadly and precise and still, so delicious, it's a maddening combination." He peppered kisses from her shoulder to her ear.
Hermione turned her face to meet his lips. Brown eyes met green and at that moment, both Harry and she said, "Legilimens,"
Memories of Harry telling her that Ron was an agent from Dumbledore, that Fleur could be trusted, that Bones wanted him dead after Harry denied the Deathly Hallows, that the minister was an envious sadist, that Percy was as bad as Umbridge.
Memories of Hermione learning the same information as an Unspeakable, and starting an array of accidents while in Britain for the people who had evaded justice after the war.
Memories of Harry telling her that he loved her, memories of Hermione repeating the same words at the picture of Harry.
Memories of each other meeting in Nice. Hermione wearing a beautiful black dress, and Harry in a very sophisticated set of robes in onyx shade. Then the slap and Harry locating a golden galleon in his pocket. The galleon said, "I'll kill the KK's you kill BWS."
Their eyes closed and both Harry and Hermione stood up and embraced. They had been to hell and back.
Harry took a step back and said, "Kreacher?"
"Master called," answered the old house-elf.
"Yes, we don't want to be disturbed," ordered Harry.
"I live to serve and no one will bother you, master and mistress," replied the elf. After he disappeared.
"I love you," said Hermione, Harry stood looked into her eyes and answered, "I love you too," It was then that Harry said, "take the dress off, take everything off, I'll take care of you now,"
Hermione slowly nodded and obeyed. Harry followed her example and both rejoiced in this meeting.
Hermione smiled and Harry accioed her. No words were needed. He kissed her and then carried her to the bed. The two kissed and even though they wanted to take their time, their bodies, however, went into a frenzy, their magic acted as an aphrodisiac, that made the contact of each other's skin like a drug, the more friction the more need.
Soon Hermione was on top of him. Harry grabbed her and turned her, his chest and her back met, and he asked her, "Do you trust me?"
Hermione could only nod in agreement. He smiled and said, "good,"
She felt his sex and his join as a silent scream reached her lips. Harry hissed, as Hermione's hips gently swayed and she observed in a trance, how her body gave access to their union in the maddening dance, she lost her breath, closed her eyes, and started breathing through her mouth, Harry said, "That's it, just let go, you're free," his hand found her clit and soft and firm circles kept his touch, as his own need and hers met in perfect synchrony.
Hermione could not remember when, when did she feel as much as she was currently feeling. Harry's words, his actions held so much power, and all she could do was feel. She wondered in silence, 'was this the reason of her life, was this her reason of being?' it was then that Harry bit her shoulder and the pain jolted her back to him, and Harry growled, "I love you Hermione, nothing else matters,"
It was then, that the lump in her throat manifested and she started weeping, for the first time in a long while and she added, "Oh my god, I love you too, I love you, Harry," in tears, bloody kisses and magic, the two found each other and bliss crowned them, and for that moment reality started and ended in just their embrace.
The End.
-oo0oo-