A/N: Sorry for the delay on this chapter, I had a bit of writer's block. I know exactly where I want this to go but this chapter had me a little stumped on actually writing it.

I also had some reviews that didn't like that I explained magic turning black for Peter, making him darker. I will explain more in the story as it goes on but just to give a little explanation here...Peter is allowing his magic to turn dark, he is letting it overtake him, magic can go back to the light if the person allows it. If Peter allowed his anger and hatred to go, he would feel the lightness in his magic and take hold of it, but he isn't doing that. There may be a character or two that you will witness adapt. I am a firm believer that people are not all bad or all good, bad people do good things and can change, good people can do bad things and show remorse, or allow it to change them into something darker. So please do not think I am just making villains without emotions or struggles.

This chapter is half story, half smutty goodness! Let's get Hermione and James closer eh? ;)

Chapter 15

Auror Travers stormed up the gravel trail towards the Apparition point behind the Ministry. Two weeks he had been hounded by Auror Potter, demanding to know why he was not informed of Sirius Black's call for help with Dolohov. Two weeks he had been interrogated and watched, unable to escape the eyes of his superiors and his colleagues. He knew he would be punished, punished for not answering his call, punished for catching the attention of the Blood Traitor Potter, punished for Dolohov's stupidity.

He had finally managed to convince Potter that he was just an incompetent Auror and required suspension after his blunder. Now he had a week unpaid to be at the beck and call of the Dark Lord.

Travers Apparated to the gates of Malfoy Manor and strolled up the path donning his black robes and silver mask. He knew he was in for a world of pain but he had prevented Dolohov's capture, now the bastard could answer for why he attacked the girl the Dark Lord was so interested in.

Upon reaching the door a shaking House Elf opened up and led him to the ballroom that held the throne of the Dark Lord. He entered to find most of the Death Eaters watching the 'entertainment' of the evening. Travers grimaced, he was never fond of rape and sexual bonding, for Rookwood to forcibly bond the Cassie mudblood to himself just for pleasure turned Travers stomach. He would much prefer a willing woman to pound into, not a crying and screaming, terrified girl.

"Travers, you finally decide to grace us with your presence," called Voldemort across the room. Rookwood stilled and looked up at Travers grinning ferally, the entertainment would now be Travers.

"Get up mudblood, go clean yourself up, and then return as soon as you are presentable," ordered Rookwood. Cassie Copper crawled out of the room, unable to stand, blood dripping down her legs and throat.

"Come forward Travers, explain your absence," demanded Voldemort. Travers walked forward with his head held high, before bowing at Voldemort's feet.

"My Lord, I was unable to escape the eyes of Auror Potter. Dolohov left a mess that I had to clean up and it left me exposed and unable to seek you out when you called," explained Travers, hoping and praying he would not meet the end of his master's wand.

"What has Dolohov done? He has also not answered my summons."

"My Lord, he attacked the mudblood girl in Hogsmeade. The girl you are interested in that Pettigrew is watching, that James Potter is interested in," explained Travers, Voldemort's eyes flashed at the explanation.

"He is scared to come to me. He knows I did not want the girl injured until I knew of her, if she was a threat to my plans then I would take care of her myself. He has directly gone against my orders, he is a coward and not a loyal follower," mused Voldemort quietly to himself but still loud enough for his closest followers to hear, "Dolohov is to be apprehended and brought before me. I do not care about the injuries he receives to succeed in this task, all I ask is that he is coherent and able to speak.

"Travers, show me what Dolohov did," before Travers could even comprehend the question, Voldemort was tearing through his memories. Memories of letting Dolohov go, dealing with Sirius Black, denied questioning by the mudblood, and interrogated by Potter, "She is a force to be reckoned with, this mudblood. She made you angry Travers."

"Yes, my Lord. She is but a child yet commanded me about my job, insulting me," Travers spoke through clenched teeth, his head in agony from the invasion.

"You will be punished, but not by me, you still did well. Lucius, please deal with Travers, ensure he understands the severity of being caught by Potter. Travers you will stay away for a month, do not return until after the next full moon, I do not need Potter sniffing around. The auror cannot know of the plot to convert his son and Black, my manipulation cannot be compromised by the righteous auror!" cried out Voldemort angrily. He dropped into his throne and crossed his arms, if Travers was a braver man he would compare the Dark Lord with a child having a tantrum, but Travers did not want to die this night. Lucius walked over and grabbed Travers by the upper arm and dragged him out of the room to the drawing-room, his room of choice to delve out punishments so he may sit in his favourite chair.

"Travers, you know I do not want to do this. I do not like punishing my brothers," explained Lucius sadly.

"Just get on with it, Malfoy. Punishments are unavoidable, I'm just glad it's you and not him or Bella," shuddered Travers, "Do you ever think maybe…."

He wanted to continue but he knew what would happen if the wrong person heard. Lucius knew what he was asking though, it was a question he asked himself a lot ever since he and Narcissa had been trying for a child, what would he do if they succeeded? He could not raise a child in the current environment he lived in, a running toddler sneaking into the drawing-room to see a man screaming in agony from a crucio? Not something Lucius ever wanted his son and future heir to see.

"Occasionally, but why waste thoughts on what cannot be?" Lucius answered honestly. He knew his magic was dark, he knew he enjoyed the dark arts so much his magic turned on him, he lost the happiness he felt when he first fell in love with his wife and courted her through his final year. He recalled the feeling of euphoria when they married and their magic bonded into a beautiful gold, but it did not last. He was convinced by his father to research the darkest tomes in the library in preparation for meeting and impressing his associate, now that he was married and, on his way, to running the Malfoy family. Lucius had warily approached the books but within weeks he was obsessed, each book contained so much magic he had never even considered. Narcissa had worried about him, said he was spending more time with the books than her, drawing into himself, and it was true. His magic was receding back to him to protect hers; the darkness seeped into his veins and changed his magic and his memories. He could still remember everything, but he could no longer remember the feeling of euphoria when his wand chose him, when he entered Hogwarts the first time, fell in love, and married his wife, or when they first consummated their love, he remembered feeling happy but he could not feel it.

"I hope whatever reason Dolohov had, was worth it, I quite liked him," commented Travers, Lucius nodded his head in agreement before starting the torture of Auror Travers.

-oOo-

James was walking to the Hospital Wing to meet Hermione who was finally being released today. He was carrying her bag and uniform with him so she could change and go straight to the Great Hall for breakfast with him. When he entered the hospital wing he heard a voice he didn't think he would hear for another few weeks.

"Dad!" he cried out happily, seeing Charlus Potter sitting on a chair beside Hermione, Dumbledore standing at the foot of the bed.

"James, my boy!" Charlus answered happily, standing up and engulfing his son in a hug.

Charlus was an affectionate father, especially if he knew James was hurting, and James was always hurting if someone he cared about was in trouble or in pain. Charlus and Dorea couldn't even imagine what their son was going through, he had written home quite a few times about his feelings for Hermione. They knew their son loved with his whole heart, and if a girl caught his eye as more than just attraction, he would love with his entire self forever. It was the blessing of the Potter family, no Potter man in all of their ancestry had married for less than total and complete love, did not even enter a relationship unless they were completely and totally sure the witch was the witch for them. Potter men were notorious for entertaining their desire in women, but the moment a witch was selected they never strayed, never took another lover. Even in widowhood, a Potter man had never moved onto another woman.

The story of Thalamus Potter was passed from father to son, a young lad that had traveled from empire to empire learning of the wizarding cultures and the many women. When he entered a small town off the coast of France he met a beautiful young woman with grey eyes and sandy blonde hair. The moment their eyes connected he swore that he would have no other woman. Thalamus settled down in the town, his comrades did not understand, they had not stayed in a city more than a day for the past five years, had not laid with the same witch twice, yet now their leader had chosen to settle to watch a witch he had not even spoken with. She was accused of love potions, Thalamus adamantly denied this, admitting he did not love her but he was enthralled by her beauty, if she deigned to speak with him then maybe he could love her. When she heard this she chose to approach the strange, handsome man, for before she was wary hearing of the traveling men bedding all the women in towns. She introduced herself as Adaline, the moment she spoke Thalamus knew he was indeed in love. Her voice was like music, her eyes were like the clouds on a stormy day, Thalamus committed himself to her even more, but she did not believe him.

Years went by with Thalamus courting Adeline, she was not easily swayed into believing Thalamus loved her when he did not know her. However, the years went by and Adeline did not realize she was falling in love with him the more he pursued her. The day a band of muggle scavengers attacked, Adeline was caught by one of the men and almost killed, but at great injury to himself Thalamus saved her. Adeline nursed Thalamus back to health in the coming weeks and in that time admitted her love for him. They were married the moment Thalamus recovered and within weeks she was pregnant with their son, Chalrus' great, great grandfather. When their child was one year old, Adeline came down with Dragon Pox and never recovered, she died within days, leaving Thalamus and his son alone. Years passed and Thalamus was approached by many women and fathers seeking a husband for their daughters, however, he never thought of another woman besides his dear Adeline. Thalamus lived eighty long years without her, never loving another woman again.

Every Potter male that outlived his wife never took another, never loved another, and divorce had never ever occurred. Potters loved with their entire being, and Charlus knew that James loved Hermione.

If Peter managed to trick James into marrying Lily, they would be miserable. Charlus knew that was how Harry Potter had come to be, James and Lily were tricked into marriage and the Potter blessing cursed them with the inability to separate.

"Son, how have you been?" James looked up at his dad before glancing toward Hermione's bed, "she is still asleep, let go talk over here, Dumbledore is with her for now." Charlus led James over to the corner of the room so they could talk away from Hermione to prevent waking her.

"Dad, I let this happen to her. I left her alone!" James said shamefully. Charlus placed his hand on James' shoulder and squeezed.

"Son, you cannot hold onto guilt this way. We must look at a situation, learn from it, and move on. There is no use in worrying about what could have happened or what you wished happened, for you cannot change it. Learn from it, do not leave her alone in public now that we know his eyes are on her, on us," explained Charlus. His father's words were not what he wanted to hear, he wanted his father mad at him, but his words made him feel better.

"What happened with Travers?"

"That incompetent arsehole has been experiencing my wrath for the past two weeks. I have had him interrogated within an inch of Veritaserum and followed constantly, however he is now on dismissal for the week. I'll have him watched, but I'm guessing that his master will be wary of keeping him around after this for a while," Charlus walked slowly back towards Hermione's curtain with his arm over James' shoulders, "Now, let's go see your witch."

Hermione was sitting up speaking with Dumbledore quietly, but looked up when Charlus and James walked in. She didn't even see Charlus, the moment her eyes landed on James, nothing else mattered. His breath caught in his throat at the absolute love and adoration sparkling out of her eyes and the brightest smile on her face.

She had never looked at him with such love before, she always held back.

He ran to her, grabbed her face in his hands, and kissed her with everything he had.

"Hello, Mi, you seem exceptionally happy today," he whispered against her lips, their audience forgotten.

"I've been waiting for you, I'm glad you're finally here," Hermione replied quietly. James smiled and kissed her again, only stopping when he heard a throat clear behind him. He turned to see his father and Dumbledore watching him with amusement. He simply shrugged and climbed into the bed beside her with his arm over her shoulders, pulling her into his side to snuggle against his chest.

"Now Miss Granger, as we were not able to discuss your attack immediately after, we do require your account," started Dumbledore.

"Albus," warned Charlus, "Miss Granger-"

"Please call me Hermione," she interrupted.

"Hermione, I know what you went through was traumatic, I do not want to force you to relive it. All I ask is that you confirm what happened to you and who attempted it. I do not require specifics, simply what you feel comfortable sharing."

"I was trying to go to the Three Broomsticks, a man, goes by Dolohov, dragged me behind the Hogs Head and tried to tell me I was his. When I tried to resist, he got angry, when I tried to escape, he became furious. If Sirius was not there, or James, I fear what he may have done," she shuddered, snuggling into James more, breathing in his scent to calm her.

"Can I ask how you knew it was Dolohov?" asked Charlus.

"I came across him before, in my time. He hit me with a curse, I almost died and when I didn't, he became obsessed with me. This Dolohov was also obsessed but even more so because he didn't understand why. He mentioned something about his mark calling to him, his magic."

"Do you mind if I look at what he was referring to? I have seen many curses and scars in my time, I may know someone who could be of assistance with yours?" Charlus offered. Hermione was nervous, showing him meant showing her chest to the father of the man she loved.

"Um, dad, it's kind of in an awkward place," James said awkwardly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, it's okay James, I can show him without showing anything," Hermione breathed in deeply, sitting up and undoing the buttons to her pyjama top. She made sure that the fabric did not move too far over her breasts, just showing her sternum. Charlus looked at it intensely, seeing nothing but the scar, it left Hermione feeling comfortable, like showing a doctor.

"Do you mind if I…?" he looked up into her eyes with a silent question, his hand slightly raised, she nodded her permission. Charlus lifted his hand and let his fingertips brush the main scar line but quickly pulled back, "Miss Granger, Hermione, I have seen this only once before but not on a surviving victim. I did have a healer research what they could of the victim before the Ministry got involved. I would like to send him to you, I can feel magic pulsing through it. It is weak, but there, I do not want any residual magic remaining, who knows if Dolohov can repeat what he did, or do worse."

"That is very kind of you Mr. Potter," thanked Hermione.

"Please, if you insist I call you Hermione, you must call me Charlus, as I am sure I have told you before," he replied with a wink, "Well Dumbledore, I have what I need here. If Travers tries to return, please inform me immediately. If another incident occurs, please request for my presence only."

Charlus hugged James goodbye and nodded to Hermione and Albus before walking out of the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore left not long after, leaving Hermione and James alone.

"You were able to show him?" a confused James asked.

"You saw it already," she replied.

Her simple answer made James' breath stop, she was only ever afraid of showing him, only cared about what he thought. The fact he wasn't repulsed, he couldn't ever be repulsed by her in any way, but because he still thought she was beautiful, her confidence had already lifted enough she wasn't afraid of showing her scar anymore.

"I did, and I meant what I said, you are absolutely beautiful," James whispered into her ear, his nose tracing her jawline down to her collarbone, "And you're mine."

"Yours," she arched her back as his hands started to move down her sides, following her curves down her thighs and back up her middle, ending at her breasts. He began kneading her breasts, his mouth latched onto her neck. She wanted more but she knew they didn't have time, she had to return to class today, "James, we can't."

"Mm, disagree," he replied between kisses. He couldn't get enough of the taste of her, the feel of her, his hands could roam her body all day, every day for the rest of his life, and it still wouldn't be enough.

"We have to go to breakfast," Hermione spoke breathlessly when he still didn't stop but kept kissing her, "Madame Pomphrey will likely catch us if we don't stop."

James let out a frustrated groan, she was right, that mediwtch had a habit of interrupting at the absolutely wrong time. He dropped his head onto her shoulder and let out a breath, he needed a minute before he could get up. When he was finally able to get up, after thinking about Dumbledore giving McGonagall a sponge bath, he left Hermione with her uniform he brought her and waited behind the curtain. Once she was dressed, they made their way down to the Great Hall, hand in hand.

-oOo-

The day went by slowly for Hermione. Everyone was interested in where she had been which meant she was harassed incessantly by everyone around her at breakfast until James snapped at everyone to leave her alone. Peter watched her through the corner of his eye all day, scowling whenever he saw James throw his arm around her. When she went to the bathroom alone without Lily, the girls crowded her asking what happened to her or making cruel comments about how James would never stay with a girl that looked like her. She ignored every one of the girls, even if she didn't understand why James was choosing to date her, she knew he hadn't lied to her, he wanted to try with her.

Throughout the day James was more affectionate than usual, he was constantly touching her in some way. While walking down the corridors they either held hands or he had his hand on the small of her back, in class he was always brushing up his arm against her or letting his thigh slightly graze hers. At lunch he held his hand on her knee, drawing circles and slowly going up, but never above her skirt, before going back down to her knee. She was going to internally combust from the amount of heat he was producing within her. She was constantly tempted to pull him into a broom closet and have her way with him, but she wanted her first time with James to be in the light, not hidden away like her past dalliances.

Sirius and Remus were also always around, James seemed to be as frustrated with that fact as she was. Neither boy felt comfortable having Hermione out of their sight now that she was free from the hospital. She understood their overprotectiveness, Remus had to deal with Moony's temperament and anger at not being around when a member of his pack was threatened, and Sirius had saved her. She couldn't imagine how Sirius felt, witnessing what was happening far away and hoping he would get there in time before anything too horrible happened, and when he finally did save her, he watched as the Ministry let the culprit go.

Peter kept his distance, but he was always there, always lurking near them but never enough that he contributed to their conversations. Hermione was starting to worry Peter was going to become obvious enough that even Voldemort would give up on Peter and pick a new spy, if Peter couldn't get his acting under control the Slytherin's would likely report that he was failing. If he was failing then either they would try to convince him to try harder, the ideal option, or they would remove him and send a replacement, an unideal option.

After classes and dinner were finally over Hermione let James lead her upstairs to his dorm, she knew he thought she was upset. She hadn't really spoken much all day, but that wasn't because she was upset per se, she was a little annoyed. She was annoyed at the girls in the washrooms interrogating her and being nasty about her being with James, but the truth was she had really just been observing all day. She had watched the Slytherins, seeing if they were watching her or Peter, she had watched Peter to see who he spoke to, unsure if he would let anything slip of his plans, and she had watched Severus and Regulus, making sure they were safe and no other students looked at them suspiciously.

Her biggest reason for being quiet all day, however, was because she didn't trust her voice with James all day. Ever since he had caressed and kissed her in the hospital wing, she had been a ball of wound-up nerves, and the more he touched her throughout the day, the more wound up she became. The last time they were together, last night, he had made her come without even touching her sensitive place, simply caressing her and making her feel amazing.

He was holding her hand, his fingers entwined with hers, led her into his dorm, and turned to her the minute the door closed over.

"Mi, are you oka-" James didn't even get to finish the sentence before Hermione was on him. She crashed her lips to his and pushed her tongue against his lips, forcing his mouth open. James was frozen for a nanosecond before he was responding, kissing her back with as much fire as she was giving. His hands ran down her back and perched on her ass and squeezed, she moaned into his mouth and he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his hips. He pushed her against the wall and continued to kiss her, their tongues dancing together, neither fighting for dominance. James finally released her mouth to give them both air, but he latched onto her neck and kissed down her collarbone, back over to her neck, and down to her cleavage. He removed her right hand from her ass and started trying to undo the buttons on her shirt without unlatching his lips from her cleavage, when he couldn't manage to undo them fast enough he decided to just rip the shirt open. Buttons flew everywhere but neither cared, James' lips had already moved down to her scar kissing and licking as far down as he could reach.

When James felt he had shown enough attention to the very scar that prevented this from happening before now, preventing her from feeling comfortable to show anyone her body. Anyone but him; he was now given then honour of seeing her completely- well he hadn't quite yet, but she told him no one had seen her topless before, none of her past lovers. But now he was given the honour of seeing these perfect tits before him, and oh how he loved them. He pulled her her bra down so her breasts were bared before him.

James moved his mouth over to her left breast, engulfing her nipple in his mouth, his right hand moving up to her right breast, kneading it. Hermione was so responsive, moans and whimpers releasing from her mouth as he sucked and nipped at her nipple, once he was satisfied with the attention he had given the left side, he moved his mouth over to her right nipple, readjusting himself so he could switch hands, holding her up with his right hand, his left moving to knead her left tit. The repositioning had been beneficial in more ways than one, he now had his erection pressed perfectly against her heat. The moan that escaped her had his cock grow even harder, he didn't think he'd ever been so hard before, he bucked his hips against her, letting out his own groan at the contact.

"James, please," Hermione panted, "bedroom."

James stopped moving his hips, his hand froze on her left tit, and he released her nipple with a 'pop' causing her to giggle at the dumbfounded look on his face. He did not expect her to say that, he thought maybe a hump and good snog against the wall, help her come with a little touching and grinding, but no, she wanted to move to the bedroom. If she just wanted to snog on the bed he might actually cry, he was so hard it was painful, and now she said the two syllables that made him somehow, impossibly, harder.

"Mi…" he groaned, his voice cracked to the point he wasn't even sure if she heard him say her name until she spoke a moment later. Words he never thought he would hear said so confidently, so utterly honest it broke his heart a little.

"I love you, James, I want you," she whispered, her eyes boring into his as if daring him to question her, but he didn't. No, Hermione loved him, him, James Potter.

"Mi, my time-traveling warrior, I love you with everything I have and more," James said as confidently and honestly as Hermione.

Her responding smile was so happy and bright that James couldn't help the laugh that escaped his chest and rumbled out before he captured her lips in another kiss, a kiss filled with all the love he could possibly show her. When he released her lips, he kissed her all over the face, laughs escaping him, he was so happy, her giggles announcing her equal happiness. He caught her eyes and when he stared into them he saw the heat returning, her eyes dilating and he felt his building with her. He still had her wrapped around him, she leaned in for a kiss and when their lips met, he moved so quickly to the bedroom Hermione would have thought they had Apparated.

He dropped her on the bed and stared down at her with a burning heat, Hermione felt her insides wriggle at the intensity.

"Oh my Mi, I can't wait to show you just how much I love you," he spoke huskily, his eyes leaving hers to roam down her body, taking in the sight of her. She was laying horizontally on his bed, her curly hair fanned out behind her like a chestnut halo, her lips looked swollen and thoroughly snogged, her eyes were bright from desire, her shirt was ripped open with most buttons missing, her bra was pulled down with her tits out on full display, and her skirt was hiked up on her thighs just shy of her panties. Her skirt was teasing him, all he had to do was move it not even an inch and he would see what colour she wore underneath, whether she wore a thong, or lace knickers, or cotton ones, maybe she had those ruffled shorts that were coming into fashion. Maybe she had future knickers he hadn't even heard of yet!

He let out a strangled groan when his cock twitched at the thought and pressed harder against his trousers. This was becoming too painful, he needed to release his erection, but he still wanted to go slowly with her, let her have the option to stop whenever she wanted.

"Oh James, are you a little uncomfortable?" Hermione asked with a smirk, looking down at his tented trousers, "Maybe I can show you how much I love you?"

He hadn't even really registered her words before she had him laying down on the bed, straddling him. She was kissing him which he eagerly returned, his hands caressing up and down her thighs. When she broke the kiss he let out a disappointed whimper that quickly turned into a moan when her lips began moving down his neck. Her lips felt incredible on his skin, he had never been a fan of girls kissing him on the neck or chest. He normally hated love bites from girls, but based on how this was making him feel currently, he was sure a love bite from Hermione would feel incredible and for some reason, he liked the idea of being marked by her.

James was entranced by Hermione, she had unbuttoned his shirt and had kissed down his chest, licking his nipples, causing him to shiver. She had moved down his abdomen and licked down his abs to his treasure trail of dark hair, his breath hitching and coming in faster the lower she got. When her fingers brushed his belt buckle and zipper he was swearing to Merlin, Morgana, Circe, and every founder, he had never been so wound up before and she hadn't even touched his cock yet.

He looked down at her when he felt her stop kissing, her hands stopped moving, and he thought perhaps she had changed her mind. If she did, he might die, but it would be a good death, he felt incredible right now. He glanced down at her and almost came in his trousers, she was crawling up in between his legs, until her mouth reached his zipper, and grabbed it with her teeth and unzipped, exposing his very large bulge, covered by the cotton of his boxers. Hermione looked at him with a coy smile, licking her lips, reaching forward to release him from his confinement. When his erection was released and exposed before her, her breath stopped, he was HUGE!

"James," she breathed, her eyes wide, James couldn't help the proud smirk he bore. However, it quickly disappeared when Hermione leaned forward and licked from base to tip.

"Mi-" James tried to say her name but it turned into a garbled sound when her mouth engulfed the tip, her tongue twirling around the slit licking up his precum. James' hips bucked up involuntarily, pushing his cock into her mouth further, his hands getting lost in her curls. She moved up and down his shaft, licking and sucking, before changing pace and hollowing out her cheeks and deep throating him. When she massaged his balls and took him in completely, hitting the back of her throat, James screamed out her name, his hands gripped her hair even tighter and his hips bucked forward, his seed spurting down her throat. She swallowed everything he gave her and licked him clean until he was begging her to stop because he was too sensitive. He pulled her up against his chest while he regained his breathing in order to return the favour.

"Holy shit Mi," he breathed into her neck, "Like holy shit."

"Enjoy yourself Mr. Potter?" she giggled.

"Very much so, Miss Granger, now it's time to show you just what I can do," he smiled, kissing down her neck, his fingers moving to the waistband of her skirt. He traced his fingers over the skin of her stomach, leaning up slightly so he could look in her eyes and see if she was okay with him going further. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were closed, but upon feeling James' hesitancy she opened them and looked into his eyes. Whatever he saw in her eyes, her desire, her passion, her pleading, he knew it was her approval to continue. He unzipped her skirt and slowly moved it down her smooth, pale legs, leaving her in nothing but her black cotton panties and disheveled shirt and bra, she was stunning.

James' nose ghosted her skin, light kisses kissed gently as he moved up, one on her ankle, her calf, the inside of her knee, the inside of her thigh, but he stopped when he reached her cotton-covered center. He could see the wet patch from her arousal, it made him hard again just seeing it; he couldn't wait to smell it, to taste it. Hermione was panting, her breathing breathy and ragged as the anticipation grew for James' next move. Copying the same movement with her panties as he did his skirt, he removed them until she was bare before him.

James let out a groan at the sight, she was literally bare.

"Mi…" he moaned, his cock standing even harder than before she blew him, "You're a naughty, naughty witch, no hair?" he clarified at her confused glance.

"Is that not a thing yet? Oh yeah, it's the seventies," Hermione mused.

"Mm I think I like this much better; I can see just how beautiful a cunt you have, my love," he whispered huskily. Hermione grew wetter with his words, oh how she loved his dirty words, "No more talking."

James didn't give her a chance to reply, he simply dipped his head down and took a long lick of her dripping, hairless, center.

"Mmm holy fuck, Mi, you taste like the honey of the gods," he moaned. She had the softest, tastiest pussy he had ever tasted, he never liked going down on girls too much. He did it, sure, they always reciprocated ten-fold if he did, but Hermione? He could live down here, she tasted and smelled delicious.

His tongue took another languorous lick before plunging his tongue into her depths. He nibbled on her folds, licked her inner and outer folds, he was tasting every part of her except the perfect little nub of nerves, he was going to give her the best orgasm of her life while he enjoyed his delicious honey for as long as he could.

Hermione's fingers were wrapped up in his hair, pulling him closer to her, sometimes directing him, not allowing him to leave a spot if he found it. She was moaning, whimpering, almost sobbing out his name, she was so close.

"Yes James, oh gods, right there…" she cried out.

Deciding to finally give her some mercy, James inserted a finger inside, feeling her walls clenching him, she was so tight, he was excited to feel her around him, milking his cock for all it had, all he could give her. He added a second finger, and when he curled them in a come-hither motion, he moved his mouth to her clit. The combination of both caused Hermione to snap, she screamed out his name, fireworks were going off behind her eyes and then everything went black as she collapsed back on the bed.

"Mi?" James asked when he had lapped up every bit of juice from her pussy and thighs. He smirked at the knowledge that his girlfriend was a squirter, not an extreme amount like he knew some men liked, he didn't like the idea of it all over his face but covering the bed, that was perfect. When Hermione didn't reply or move, he tried saying her name again, before climbing up onto the bed.

"Mmm Jamie," Hermione murmured, her eyes fluttering open.

"Jamie? You've never called me that before," he smiled down at her, his eyes bright with happiness.

"Oh sorry, I forgot you hate when Sirius calls you Jamesy," she replied sheepishly.

"I actually quite like hearing Jamie from your lips though," he bent down and kissed her softly, his hand cupping her jaw.

"Anything else you'd like from my lips?" she answered teasingly.

"Well, I am quite enjoying these ones right now," he kissed her again, "and I just finished devouring these delicious ones." His hand moved down her jaw, over her curves before sliding over her slit, feeling the new build-up of moisture.

"Mm Jamie," she let out a breathy sigh.

"I just licked this clean Mi, is this all for me already?" he asked seductively, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking her arousal from them.

"Yes," she breathed, watching him suck on his fingers turned her on even more.

She wasn't sure if it was because he was licking her essence from his fingers and moaning at the taste, or if it was the visual of his tongue licking around his fingers that did it. It gave her a visual of a fantasy she had always wanted to try, back when she was fooling around with Theo and Draco, the thought of two men at once, bisexual men, had always turned her on. She had read a lot of erotica in her time, her light reading always ignored by her friends, thinking her research was dull. If only they knew the research she conducted, into all forms of sexual kinks; dom/sub relationships, role-playing, triads, BDSM, it all fascinated her. However, Hermione knew James and Sirius never shared, he had admitted to being curious about it but as they made a pact never to fight over a girl they never tried it, afraid of tarnishing their friendship. If he wasn't interested in sharing a girl with another man, she highly doubted he would be interested in anything more intimate with a man, he was all straight.

Hermione pushed that thought out of her head, not wanting to distract herself from her current desire, she only needed James. She didn't need kinks and fantasies, she had James, the only man she had ever wanted this badly. She had cared for Draco and Theo, loved the Weasleys and Harry, but she was in love with James. Totally and completely, mind, body, and soul, in love with James.

"We don't have to do anything else tonight, we can stop here and cuddle," James spoke, breaking her from her musings.

James offered but he would be in agony if she agreed, a very, very cold shower would be needed if she just wanted to cuddle.

"If you think you are stopping there, I'm going to hex you," she growled. James threw his head back in laughter, but quickly had his lips on hers, and then all over her body. Hermione didn't think she would ever come down from the high he was giving her, her entire body was on fire, goosebumps being left behind after each kiss. Soon she was nothing but fire and goosebumps, "Jamie, please," she begged after she couldn't take it anymore.

During his kissing and caressing, he had removed her shirt and bra, his own shirt, and both of them were nothing but a tangle of naked bodies on the bed. She couldn't take it much longer and used all her strength and determination to flip him onto his back and straddle his lap. She kissed down his chest, concentrated on his nipples until they were hard and erect, his moaning mixing with her breathiness. Before James could even comprehend that she had taken complete control, she lined up her heat with his member and impaled him in her completely. He let out a cry, his hands moving to her hips and gripping her tightly, his fingertips leaving slight bruises.

"Mi!" she didn't move, just enjoying the feeling of him filling her, she felt complete. James was gritting his teeth, trying not to push her, he wanted her to be used to his size.

"Jamie, fuck!" she whimpered as she rose slightly and slammed back down on him, "so big, fuck."

"So tight Mi, I could stay buried in you forever," he sat up so she was straddling his lap, naked chest to chest. She rocked her hips and ground against him, lifting herself so he was almost completely out of her, and slammed back down. He moved his hips up to meet her and soon they had gained momentum into a frenzy of thrusts. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, she was almost there, he wanted it to keep going, he didn't want this to end.

He flipped her quickly onto her back, James over her, he lifted her legs so they were on his shoulders and thrust in and out of her, his length coming out to almost the tip before plunging back into her delicious cunt.

"James, fuck harder, faster," she cried out in the room, "I'm coming!" she screamed as he moved his hand in between them, seeking out her nub of sensitive nerves. As soon as he touched it, she exploded around him, pulling his own orgasm from him suddenly. He cried out her name as her cunt pulled his cock in further, like a vacuum. It was the best sex and orgasm he had ever had; he knew it would be but to have it confirmed was the cherry on top. He collapsed on top of her and quickly rolled to the side so he wouldn't suffocate her.

"Fuck Mi," he breathed heavily with a laugh, "I fucking love you."

"I fucking love you too, Jamie," she laughed as she snuggled up into his side, her head resting on his chest. He played with her curls and kissed the side of her head.

"I wasn't quite done with you yet but I think we both need a little rest after that," he chuckled. He normally had incredible stamina, but this witch proved to be quite the untamable beast in bed. He couldn't wait to try more with her, hear her screaming his name in ecstasy morning, noon, and night.

"Did I wear you out Jamie?" she teased, he laughed and kissed her one more time.

"Good night Mi, I love you," he whispered into her hair, a kiss to the temple.

"Good night Jamie, love you too," she replied, letting sleep take them both.

Hermione slept in James' arms, neither knowing that the sneaky rat had been watching everything. The rat now had his own desires, he wanted what James had before he handed her over to his master, the Dark Lord. A plan had been set, the Dark Lord was now just playing the waiting game, waiting for the perfect moment to enact his plan. No nightmares plagued the time-traveling witch, and little did she know that opening her heart to James would stop her nightmares, but her real-life horrors would return in time. The Dark Lord was confident in his plan, which was his first mistake; underestimating Hermione Granger.

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A/N: Hope you liked it! Please read and review! As you can see with Lucius and Travers, they are already doubting their choices, but they are in too deep. Lucius understands he lost himself in the darkness, knows his magic has turned on him, and distanced from Narcissa to protect her magic, he doesn't have enough goodness to grab hold of. Continue reading and the magic will be explained more! :)