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One Dreaded Curse.
8 November 2021.
The Ministry of Magic.
London, UK.
8 pm.
It was a strange feeling, and it manifested as soon as Harry Potter was close. Usually, Hermione Granger was busy working, eating, running for the last elevator on the ministry of magic's main building and as soon as Mr. Potter was near the feeling came back. It wasn't the feeling of love, nope; it was a feeling of dread, and it was mutual.
Hermione tried to analyze the feeling, dissect it really, but it made her uneasy, as usual, she shrugged and went on with her daily routine.
To the English magical world, Hermione J. Granger was an old maid at forty-two years old. That fact and the acknowledgment that she had dedicated her life to the service of the Ministry, reminded many of the late undersecretary for the Minister, Dolores Umbridge. However, that's where the similarities ended. Hermione worked for the Ministry of Magic as a prosecutor and when she turned forty years old, she became the youngest Chieftainess Warlock ever to be elected. The woman was impressive on every level and she was quite indifferent to the tradition of the British wizarding world, a tidbit that gained her the animosity of her coworkers. The general description of her was the golden prude in power. If anyone called her Mudblood to her face, the consequences were dire by the press, and co-workers of the goody-two-shoes, the woman gained that much respect.
Harry J Potter was the English wizarding world's leading figure. However, few knew that the forty-one-year-old man was a very private person, a widower, father of three young adults, that abhorred his fame. He went from war hero to a distinguished career man at the DMLE until he disappeared when he got drafted for the DOM as an Unspeakable. Currently, all his children were getting their masters outside Britain, the boys were in Ilvermorny, America and his daughter had recently started her healer practice in the School of Palma in Majorca, Spain.
Hermione recalled Harry and her being classmates back at Hogwarts, being part of Gryffindor. But something happened in her first year, a monster broke into the 2nd-floor girls' bathroom. She woke up in the school's infirmary wrapped in bandages, and realized she wanted to study magic, but not in Britain, France seemed a better choice, and so she asked her parents if she could transfer.
Hermione moved away, and after seven years of magic, in a stable environment, she graduated with honors. Her parents became ingrained within their community and Hermione found out she was to be the bigger sister to twins, her brother Malcolm and her sister Ellen were born as she graduated in her seventh year. A very typical life.
As life went on, Hermione's parents realized one thing. A romantic relationship wasn't in Hermione Granger's life's goals, ever. A very atypical development, but as she grew and seemed to function with no sentimental partnership, the world came to accept her just like that.
News of the magical world in the United Kingdom became more and more somber. The pureblood movement almost destroyed the magical world, old magical families got killed, and the muggle-born were chased away. The Grangers felt Hermione's request to study abroad was a blessing in disguise.
A new war was waged and more insidious power revealed its face to the British Magical folk. The Wizarding World's traditionalists, bullies, and bigots got a new more formidable enemy in the equation, the mundane Queen and her special team of Muggle-born soldiers, all part of the royal armed forces. All thanks to a smart treaty between Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom with Queen Elizabeth the second. After the MI6 disposed of the pureblood movement, the government was revamped.
The newly appointed Wizengamot members sent invitations to bring back old magical heirs and refugees to fill out ministry jobs, and revitalize the government. Miss Granger was one of the magicals that received the invite through Gringotts and after a ferocious battle on her contract, benefits, payment, illness, and such, Hermione began working, and the world uncovered that this witch was the real deal as she got to investigate and prosecute war criminals.
Harry Potter reminisced about the strange little girl Hermione, her accident on that Halloween night of 1991 at Hogwarts and her transfer to France after her stay in the hospital wing. He always felt a very faint sense of guilt at the memory, nowadays he could feel her near, as a strange sadness and regret tainted his feelings. But it always lasted seconds and then it faded into nothingness. Potter and Granger developed mutual respect through their shared service for over twenty years. Potter's rise through the Ministry had been meteoric, but, not without its losses, his wife Daphne had perished after giving birth to his beautiful daughter, and his cousin Andromeda Tonks recommended sending the kids outside Britain, while the cleanup at work lasted.
Harry agreed and while his family was away, he could focus on his job to the point everyone feared the surname Potter and with witch Granger pushing the execution of all marked death eaters and any trace of the pureblood movement, the world transformed.
But that these two figures could be public faces to the ministry made the young crowds compare Alastor Moody and Minerva McGonagall to winning a popularity contest. To public servants Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, it suited them just fine. They worked side by side with no issues; they made the harsh decisions that no one else could, and after working for over two decades and making a career of cleaning the mess left by corruption and bigotry, people considered them a staple of their society.
One day, Harry's boss summoned him to the DOM. A room was acting up, the place was summoning two magical signatures, Potter and Granger. When Harry arrived and read the report he too noticed that this was the room full of light (LOVE), the one with the least amount of information.
Hermione came after Harry and the unspeakable in charge was glad to see her appear. The magic of the room of light was now creating tremors.
Hermione nodded to the unspeakable, aware that they had no names or tags unless they gave you the info. Since she was not interested in their department or their protocols, she greeted Harry instead with her detached manner. "Good evening Mr. Potter, they summoned you as well?"
"They did, Miss Granger," He turned to the host, and the host said in an unrecognizable voice, "The room in white has been registering strange activity in the last thirty years, that wasn't unusual, until recently it started shifting and now it's creating small rumbles or tremors that are affecting the stability of the ministry's foundations, recently the room sent a request for two magical marks, yours Mr. Potter and Miss Granger,"
"Well, isn't that convenient?" Asked Hermione in her unimpressed manner. Harry felt like smiling, he admired the woman, but as usual, the feeling of dread suffocated the feeling of happiness or satisfaction. The room sent a surge of power and Hermione turned to the white room and her gaze fell on something other than Potter's crazy hair, or his beautiful yet sad eyes. She always felt out of her element around him, but as soon as she felt something different from the emptiness and loss that tailed her around Harry, the dread reared its ugly face.
The unspeakable noticed a faint trace of dark magic permeating both Harry and Hermione's aura. The veiled worker raised a hand and said, "If you could reach out with your magic to the wall, I think the ancient magic wants to share something with the two of you?"
Both Harry and Hermione noticed the tone of urgency in the unspeakable. "It could be a trap?" Replied Harry and Hermione in stereo. Both smiled, and then the dread grew, making both of them pale just like sheets of paper.
It happened in seconds, the unspeakable could only see how the magic of the room of white magic manifested as a surge of electricity and it reached for Harry and Hermione. As the bolts of electricity/magic touched them, Harry shifted to protect Hermione, but Hermione too moved to protect him.
The two closed their eyes as light covered them like a blanket. The two knew the dread, and then Hermione heard Harry's voice in her head.
Harry's soul echoes inside Hermione's consciousness.
"Hunger, It's always there. I'm hungry, for rest, for food, for company, for comfort. I'm always craving, I could never feel sated. Or, rather, I've rarely felt fulfillment or completeness. Hunger, craving, need loneliness. I know those aspects of emptiness well; they are a constant in my everyday life. But the one aspect that performs like my best friend is Hunger. I'm always hungry and hunger is a force that drives me around all the time. Sometimes I combine hunger and anger, or anger and heartbreak, but Hunger always comes back."
End of Harry's thoughts.
She turned to him and then he looked into her eyes as her voice shared her thoughts.
Hermione's soul voicing her thoughts.
"Desire, desire is present only when I am about to fall asleep. I close my eyes, and a barrage of images flood the space between conscious and unconsciousness. Images of me being taken, driven into pleasure and love but, I don't want those dreams; they feel just like mirages, just like an apparel on a very expensive store, that I can't afford. Again, emptiness and heartbreak. It's okay, I'm used to begging the universe, and not getting a reply."
End of Hermione's thoughts.
"What is this place?" asked Harry.
Hermione regained her focus and looked at the man in front of her, waiting for the feeling of dread, that always tainted their meetings short, however, if there was dread, it was muted, as her eyes grasped reality. After a second or two she realized the man in front of her was gloriously naked, but she was stark naked too. Heaven above or hell below, what a sight, he was gorgeous! And just as usual her brain tried to make sense of it all. Harry had a very demanding schedule, so did she, and of course, he had to be fit, since he worked as an Auror, a Hitwizard, and now an Unspeakable, was that the reason he wore so many layers, to hide he was this good looking? As her brain had a meltdown at his rock body and his uninhibited composure, acting as though he was naked, big deal, let's find out what is this place, Miss Granger, attitude, she babbled in response.
"I don't know, but I guess, we shouldn't be naked either unless we are dead?" asked Hermione.
"Dead? No, a different dimension maybe, but death feels different. I know, I've been dead twice,"
Harry realized if he broke his composure, he was going to drool, the dread that always permeated their meetings to last a minute was quiet. Because of that, he realized that just as he was naked, so was she, and Hermione was strikingly beautiful. He had a long memory of all his partners, lovers, his late wife, but the woman next to him had long legs, a perfect set of everything, a glow in her skin, an immaculate silhouette that many in the fashion world would deem erotically fit and a brain that allured him, just like a spider did the fly, not to mention her wild hair that he always believed very soft. Still, here they were, in the uncomfortable position of two colleagues at work, who just happened to be in an awkward situation, as it was a well-known fact that Miss Granger, had the vestal virgin for life philosophy, that she would never even look at a mere mortal with desire, no matter if the poor bloke, was burning to ashes for a creature as idyllic and impossible as breathing air with no lungs, as she was.
"Come now, you are not as bad to look at, even when clothed, why are you acting so prude? you both have enough beauty to complement each other and bring some color to your pale complexion." Said a chubby lady, with a soft smile, as she approached them, she was wearing a Greek toga and laurels in her dark blonde curled hair. "I apologize, I'm Inana, but if it makes you feel more comfortable, I'll take another shape?"
Hermione jumped and added, "No, no, no, you are the Sumerian Goddess of Love, my lady," Hermione vowed and Inana smiled. The goddess turned to Harry, and he felt the gaze of the universe in that amber set of eyes, he too bowed to the deity. "You two have been difficult to get to, I've been trying to get an audience for some time," said Inana, her eyebrows scrunched and she added "The curse that the two of you have been under has to be lifted,"
"Curse?" asked the witch and wizard in stereo. "Yes, curse, for three decades, yes the two of you, I sent my seer Luna to bring my summoning, and what happens?"
"They killed her even before Cedric," answered Harry.
"Yes, then I send a message with the goblins, and the little buggers get greedy because you wrecked their bank," Inana said while looking at Harry.
Hermione looked at the deity and figured beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and to her that the goddess looked like a great auntie that she could trust made her feel more at ease.
"Anyway, I already have a plan to make the goblins pay, and my lovely Luna is to be born again, this time she will have a set of parents that not only adore her just like her previous parents, but this time, the new parents will prepare her and understand her uniqueness and her bestowed gifts, you two." She said while pointing at Harry and Hermione.
Both Harry and Hermione looked at each other in surprise, and Inana smiled, "You two have been so miserable for so long, and why?" She shook her head in disbelief and answered, "Because, someone wanted to play deity while on earth, stupid old goat, he shouldn't have tried to stick his crooked nose where it was not welcome, but he cursed a set of soulmates, my set of soulmates! and why? Because of his need to control a false prophecy, oh, he is in my version of purgatory now, isn't he?"
There was a window that opened next to them that displayed the deceased Hogwarts Headmaster, chained to a wall as millions of rotten tomatoes, pelted him and he kept repeating, "I'm sorry, I did it for the greater good," the line of enraged souls went on to infinity since they all kept getting back in line to keep throwing rotten goods at the soul in penance.
"Do not mess with me, -Inana said, and added- and, as for those goblins, their mating season just got to be a fight for survival, and the cycle will be three times a year, instead of one,"
The two mortals in Inana's presence indivertibly held each other while the Sumerian old one held a gleam of fury and a scary cackle after delivering her judgment.
"Crap, remind me never to anger her," said Harry to Hermione.
Hermione smiled and said, "Sure, as long as you remind me, not to anger her either,"
"There I have lifted the curse off you, how do you feel?" Inana asked the two people holding each other.
"I feel relief when I'm near her instead of dread," answered Harry.
"Yeah, no more that odd, strange feeling of dread," answered Hermione.
"Prepare yourselves you are about to go through a period of readjustment, otherwise known as heat, thirty years of repressed need is going to manifest I suggest you look for a suitable place to lock up and don't worry about the rest of the wizarding world, you have a duty to yourselves… Harry, your children are already adults, and they too will understand. And you Miss Granger, need a vacation. Oh, you two look adorable blushing, now it's time for you both to return." Said Inana and waved them off.
Again a white light covered them and they closed their eyes, when they opened them again they were back the two noticed they were in the same position as before the surge of electricity/magic on the DOM, the unspeakable reached out and said, "Are you alright?"
Harry turned to Hermione and looked into those beautiful honey orbs and cradled her face, "It's okay, are you alright?"
Hermione smiled and caressed Harry's face and replied, "Yes, I'm okay,"
"I think you should go to Saint Mungo's," said the unspeakable who was more than weirded out about this pair of persons being so affectionate, after being shocked seconds before.
"I agree, I want to make sure you are healthy with no malicious magic and/or influence of potions," said Hermione.
"Yes, that sounds like a sensible course of action, thank you for suggesting it Cordelia," replied Harry.
"Oh, it's a woman, that's great, women are brilliant workers, good evening to you, Madame Cordelia," said Hermione.
"Yeah, thanks for disclosing my identity to the world Potter," said an annoyed unspeakable.
"You're welcome," said Harry as he gently got up with Hermione in his arms, Hermione protested, "Harry dear, I can walk,"
"I don't care, I get to hold you a bit more, don't I?" asked Harry with puppy eyes.
Hermione giggled, and the unspeakable became more alarmed as the seconds ticked away, the two people acting like sweethearts in front of her were infamous for being bitter, iron head, overachievers that no one believed had a soul. Something had happened to them, so the Unspeakable Cordelia asked, "Uh, what happened when the white magic covered you?"
Harry began walking and said to Cordelia, "We both were under a curse, a curse that was in place for over three decades, the magic of the white room recognized it and lifted said curse from us. Again, thank you, Cordelia," said Harry as he and Hermione did a silent apparition to Saint Mungo's.
Hermione and Harry went for a complete screening, and all of their tests came negative, once discharged, Harry said, "I have a house in Wales that was recently renovated, I can get supplies and you can get your cat Crookshanks Jr. to come along?"
Hermione's eyes filled out with tears and Harry became alarmed, "Did I say something wrong?" Hermione smiled and after cleaning her tears briefly, she added, "No, you said something quite sweet and it moved me to tears, thank you Harry for thinking of my familiar,"
"Oh, you're welcome," said Harry, then he felt Hermione's hands on his face as she pulled him for a kiss. For the first time in a long time, he felt as though he could breathe. With only one kiss, the wrongness, his heavy steps, the emptiness it was all gone. Magic, he felt just like that time Hagrid told him he was a wizard, however this time, magic was being infused by the touch of another one. And it was life-changing.
Hermione pulled him for a thank you kiss, and the world on its axis shifted. His touch was fire. Desire and need awoke just like magma on a sleeping volcano. She tried backing up in order to make sense of it all but as she pulled away his arms reached out to hold and keep her in place. Hermione knew that something was happening, she couldn't pinpoint and then Harry began growling and she recalled she agreed to move in with him. After a long thank-you kiss, in which they examined each other's mouth and did a serious tonsil tickling dance on their counterpart, they separated and panted.
"Um, my place?" asked Harry. Hermione nodded blushing like a ripe tomato and blabbed, "Um, yeah,"
Heat.
Author's Notes. And, just in case you guys were wondering...(According to Wikipedia heat is energy in transfer to or from a thermodynamic system.)
Hermione hugged him as she felt transported by magic to his house. "We're home," said Harry. The house was beautiful, and she was sure she would get the tour later, however, the house-elves popped to greet them.
"Master Harry, you brought the new lady Potter so soon, we were about ready to welcome you," said an old elf.
"Ah, Jules don't worry, I'm sure I, we, we'll be thrilled with your work later, right now we need to bring Hermione's familiar here, and make sure that we are well stock up for a lockdown, at the moment I have duties to perform, and it's not nice to keep my lady waiting," said Harry.
"Of course not, master," said Jules and popped his master and mistress into their bedroom.
Hermione realized she should have said something, while the house-elf Jules and Harry were talking, but for some unknown reason, she kept her own counsel. As soon as she recognized a bed, she pulled Harry into a kiss, the small fire, the demure lights, and the scent of flowers, in the room, enticed her as she felt herself fall into the soft mattress. Then she recalled, "Um, Harry?" Harry stopped midway going through her blouse's buttons. "Yeah?" asked Harry and just because she looked so cute, he began kissing her at intervals through her face, her neck and she said in a soft whisper to his ear, which had the effect of goose flesh on him. "I've never done this before," He stopped and stared at her with his glasses skewed to the side, which again made Hermione giggle. "You're so cute," Hermione said and took Harry's glasses off, and then added, "Merlin help me, your eyes are so beautiful," she kissed him again, and Harry kissed her, still he added, "How is this your first time? I mean look at you? You're gorgeous, delectable, kissable, the most beautiful and sexy creature that has ever graced this earth!" Again, Hermione's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, I made you cry again, I'm sorry," said Harry, and again Hermione smiled and said, "I don't know how to do this, but, I will try to make you as happy as you are making me feel right now, okay?" Harry nodded and then he added, "Wait, what?" Hermione giggled and again Harry's IQ dropped to single digits, Hermione was giggling and that was good.
Hermione uncovered one thing. Being exposed to him was a real treat, Harry was ticklish, and as soon as he began exploring her body she realized she wasn't ticklish; she was very sensitive. Harry's soft lips and gentle touches became subdued torture, she became obsessed with his lips, the additional digit of his tongue, as he painted her neck and regaled her tiny bites, she knew he was a widower and had fathered three children, and she trusted him to show her the basics.
Harry was in his element as his tongue reached her breasts and made Hermione aware that she didn't understand hunger until she began craving for release. In the past, Hermione had always been a skeptic when she read her mother's romance novels but now she couldn't describe the joy or the soft frustration as Harry descended over her breasts and her hardened nipples. His hands caressing her sides and at a point the increase of strength as he held her hips, she would not complain about that, nor that Harry was still wearing his pants and a shirt. The friction of the fabric on her skin hurt, but her focus was solely on Harry's mouth and it kept descending until he reached her pubic area. Hermione felt a little self-conscious, she was about to say that he didn't need to do this when Harry looked up and with a soft smile. "Wow, you're so beautiful, I want to say that in case I lose sight of reason. Uh, my late wife never allowed this, and I always wanted to do it, um, do you mind if I eat you?"
Hermione's brain suffered a shortcut. The wizarding world's most powerful mage and the sexiest man alive was actually asking if he could eat her, she wanted to scream. It was a good thing that she was used to being frustrated, so she drew a breath and added in a very calm voice. "Harry I'm two seconds away from combusting, if you don't do something about that soon, I'll explode and then you will have to explain to the Higher Powers why this happened, alright?" He grinned and just as though he got a hold of the most elusive golden snitch he dove in and showed her how pleased and eager he was to make them both insane with pleasure.
Again Hermione realized her brain remained quiet as her body awoke to this new world of senses. The softness and resilience of his tongue, his perseverance in making her experience and responding with words, secret touches, the building of pleasure and orgasm, she was close to passing out, when she inquired, "Um, do I get to do this to you too?"
Harry's brow had droplets of sweat and he blinked vacantly for a second or two after Hermione's question and then he nodded. Hermione smiled and moved to pull him towards her. She took his clothes off and stared, 'how could his late wife say no to him?' she wondered in silence. The man was breathtaking, so instead, she eloquently added, "Wow," Harry added, "I'm glad you approve," Hermione added, "I remember you back in Hogwarts, you were so tiny and cute, with that crazy look in your eyes, always getting into trouble, I'm so sorry I wasn't there to see you grow up and mature into such an amazing man, but I am glad we are here now, back with Inana. I was sure I was hallucinating, I mean you look like a photoshop picture of a porn actor, mind you, I'm not trying to be lewd, but uh, look at yourself? You're just... wow,"
He started laughing, and then he took her face and pulled her into a kiss. "I remember you, you intimidated the hell out of me, I remembered your hair, your cute little pout when things didn't work according to the books, and how helpful and generous you were to Neville. I realize now we got cursed on the same night, Halloween night 1991, I too am sorry I didn't get to see you mature into this wet dream of mine, I mean. Before today, I figured there was something underneath those clothes, just like Inana pointed out, but to have you sharing yourself and regaling me, a simple mortal, with your beauty. It makes me feel powerful, yet very humble."
Hermione smiled and repeated, "Like I said, wow." She kissed him and added, "My brain is asleep, so correct me if I'm wrong. Oh, before I forget, if you don't like what I'm doing, let me know and I'll stop." Harry blushed deeply and nodded. Hermione realized she said something right because everything about him had changed, his sweet demeanor, turned hungry and his breathing too, he began breathing faster.
Hermione placed her hand on his chest, just where his heartbeat was, and she kissed the area. Her kisses went in erratic patterns, his face his neck, he couldn't keep still or remain laying on his back. Harry rose to a sitting position as Hermione continued caressing his skin with her kisses. He had rarely before experienced so much dignity and kindness from a lover. He was always expected to perform, to show how passionate, how savvy, how demanding he was, and his feelings were placed on a shelf, with her, everything had shifted.
Harry never wondered what being with Hermione before today would mean. He always pictured her in his mind like an asexual being. A perfect entity with no need for intimacy, efficient, cold, and devoid of human emotion. Feral with justice, but otherwise, foreign to this sex goddess having her way with him.
Hermione didn't realize skin could be so beautiful, but his skin, his scent, and the softness on the dermis of his sex made her purr, as she gently began kissing and making the outline of his shape with her lips. Harry would go to his grave with the image branded in his brain of her caressing him with her mouth for the first time. He took her right hand and showed her how to increase the friction and strength on her approach to the stimulation she was already giving him. As she understood and combined her grip to the softness of her warm mouth on the tip, and constant high and low motion without a stop, his consciousness evaporated as he was sent to a beautiful oblivion made of love, heat, and indescribable pleasure.
"Hermione, wait, stop or I'll make a mess, please?" pleaded Harry.
Hermione looked up, but did not stop and said, "I don't mind Harry, I want you to let go."
Her fingers massaged his testes, and he felt like he would be destroyed by beauty, by need, and by love, as his body trembled and climaxed and he forgot how to breathe.
"Wow," said Hermione as she took a bit of semen off from her neck and chin. "You're so sexy,"
Harry was in a void and then he realized he was with her, Hermione, his Hermione had said, what? "Um, did you say I was sexy?" he asked.
"Yes," answered Hermione.
"Oh, I'll show you sexy." He waved his hand and a full-length mirror got placed in front of them silently. The soft light of the candles revealed them both, Harry sat on the edge of the bed and he brought her to sit on his lap, her back against his chest. "I won't hurt you, open up, please?"
He looked at how her skin turned into a deep blush, but she nodded after briefly chewing on her lip. She spread her legs to reveal her beautiful sex reflecting on the mirror. Harry said, "There, that is the sexiest creature in this world for me." With one arm, he held her, and with one hand on her mound, he began caressing her, delving, parting, and sensing out her vaginal opening and at last her clit, "Look at you? so beautiful, so powerful, so innocent, so hungry, so perfect,"
Hermione closed her eyes, captive of his embrace, his warmth, the power behind his voice, echoing in her, as he demanded she looked at herself at his mercy. Then his fingers, began their dance on the sensitive skin of her sex until he found the nodule of nerves that drove her insane. She had never been so wet ever and he did not waste a moment nor her natural lubrication, as he said, "Look, it's your body, but you are giving me this memory, lay your head back Hermione, let this feeling take you, use me to find your path,"
As his fingers pressed in circles and with uninterrupted pressure, she felt herself begging for more, as the image in front of her revealed a woman and a man holding out for a blessing of love. As the tension broke, her sobs of pleasure were echoed by Harry's sweet words, "Oh, so beautiful, yeah, just like that." He lifted her hips and she felt his sex align with hers, it was only for a split second that she realize what was happening, but after another second took place, she allowed herself to be held and penetrated by him. She trusted him, and now she let his sex break the barrier of her hymen, and welcomed him with an intake of breath. "Augh, ease into it Hermione, don't rush, there's no need to rush,"
"Oh, Harry, I need to, please," begged Hermione. She felt him slowly fill her until she had taken him completely. "Oh fuck, you're so warm, I love…" Hermione turned for a side kiss, as he picked her up from the hips, and guided her in small sways.
Hermione's eyes focused on the mirror image, she saw her joined bodies, his cock and her cunt, sliding into her and she taking him whole, as his fingers kept the pressure on her clit. She wanted to laugh at her apt description, but it was so fucking sexy! Even if there was blood on them, even if their body fluids were on display, even as she was panting and moaning and begging him, to a man that was, until recently, a stranger in a very nice suit.
The mirror displayed a new animal, a hungry creature, that had two heads and two hearts, and one shared breath. In a way, it was similar to a spider with 8 limbs, but it was them, it was Harry and her, and both wanted nothing more than to be lost in each other's warmth. As hunger was sated and desire met, all that remained was a man and a woman in a solid embrace, echoing each other's needs and bliss, sending a prayer to love in the hope they could perpetuate this moment for eternity.
As they panted back to reality, Harry said, "You'll be the death of me." Hermione started giggling, "if you don't kill me first," she replied.
Their eyes met again, and they noticed that both had tear tracks. She began kissing his eyelids and said, "It's okay, no more tears for you Mr. Potter." He wanted to cry, instead, he looked at her with such need, she stared at his desire confused, "Did I say something wrong?" asked Hermione.
"No, you just made me yours, and now you must take responsibility for the monster you awoke," Answered Harry.
"Monster?" Asked Hermione.
"Yes, monster. No one has ever reached into my soul and held me with such love. I always wanted, I yearned for love, don't get me wrong, my parents loved me, I was loved by my godfather, my late wife was kind, and my children love me, I know. But no one delved and held me like that, as equals, ever, and I am so used to being alone. Now I know I was cursed to not feel, but this wave of feelings is tearing apart that hard shell. A shell I created in order to protect myself and others from that need, that hunger, and you, you just came and obliterated the damn thing as though it was nothing but plastic wrap on a piece of candy?" Said Harry in a whisper as tears flowed on his face.
Hermione wanted to say something, but she felt a knot on her throat as tears fell from her eyes. She had just shared her body and now she was sticky and self-conscious of being naked for so long. But to hell with that! Harry was looking at her with such a crazy need, the need and desire that she had coveted all her life. "You'll never be alone Harry, I'm with you," said Hermione in a whisper.
He listened to her words and the world behind him cracked, for so long he had begged the universe for a little compassion, and now this woman, in just a split second had vanished his pain.
He waved a hand, and she was cleaned and so was he. Hermione smiled and added, "Are you okay?" He nodded, and held her face, and gently kissed her. She held his face and then pulled him into an embrace. He couldn't understand how it was so simple to rupture him, and then again, he looked into her brown eyes, the light in them and he realized, he knew heaven was made of amber glory.
Hermione felt like he was shifting, if he was powerful before, now, he had increased his potency further, or maybe she uncovered his most hidden core. Wait, wasn't that a myth? Thought Hermione to herself.
Harry looked at her and he said, "Don't think, not right now." He kissed her again and softly caressed her ear and bit just as softly the auricle, observing how she responded. He smiled as she shivered and developed goose flesh he added, "So beautiful,"
Hermione wanted to drown in his voice, who cared if the same voice used to annoy her, because of the curse. His touch now was welcome, and his voice caressed her in a way she couldn't understand, nor did she want to comprehend. His lips had a fascination with her skin, and she felt as though she had just walked into a sauna and was close to the heat source, this man was resilient in making her go crazy. As he reached her nipples and began touching, kissing, tiny biting, again she went dizzy. She couldn't back off, she was his, and that thought made her happy. She raised her hands and gently caressed his head, ran her fingers through his black unruly hair, and scratched his scalp. He growled in response, stopped, and said, "keep doing that and I will not contain myself."
Hermione's eyes went owl-sized, and she asked in a deceivingly playful tone, "What?"
"You know what, Miss Granger."
Again Hermione's brain hiccuped, the man was usually very formal in the workplace and when he referred to her as Ms. Granger, in such an environment, someone's goose was about to be cooked.
She always felt as though she was lacking something, as though she never fit the bill, and now this man was looking straight at her as though she was a juicy steak and he was a raptor.
"I want to touch you, Mr. Potter, to understand I'm not dreaming. To understand that you, the most brilliant man, fierce and dedicated to his job, is the one in my arms. I, too, always wondered what was beneath the layers of clothes and protection you weaved around yourself. So you see, you too are my gift to touch, hold and cherish, are you not?" asked Hermione.
"Yes, I'm yours, but I'm on top at the moment and I get to make you go crazy," he said.
Hermione smiled and said, "You already made me go batty before, so by your logic, it's my turn to return the favor, right?" Harry's eyes opened, and he blinked, then he asked, "You want to go on top of me?"
"Yes, I want to be on top, why does this surprise you?" asked Hermione.
Harry's skin gained a deep crimson tint, and he replied, "Um, no, it's nothing,"
"Wait, you fantasized about this didn't you?" Hermione asked.
"Maybe," Harry answered.
"Okay, then, let's do it. Now, Mr. Potter lay back, and let's find out about this fantasy of yours," added Hermione in a serious tone.
"Wow, if you were sexy before, you just raised the bar," said Harry in a whisper.
Hermione kissed him, sharing her nervousness, her devotion. Harry received the kiss and again he realized kisses were much better than words. So he gave in to her tongue and then his tongue, tickled each other's mouths, and again, his attention span reduced to the point that he forgot what they were talking about a minute before. Hermione switched sides and she sat on top of him and then her hand found his erection, and guided him inside her. Her warmth obliterated his thinking functions, as he recalled nothing else mattered.
Hermione realized the man was fit, muscular, and beautiful all around, but what devastated her was the outright trust he had in her as he, the Alpha became an Omega as she climb through his skin and found his sex and joined in one body. There was pain, she still hurt from their recent coupling and her lost virginity, but the pain never felt so good as she felt herself become one with Harry, their bodies found the sway. Harry held her hips as she moved on top of him, and she kissed his neck, his nipples, his cheek, and at last his lips. She realized one thing too, hearing him breathe deeply was a turn-on.
Harry realized she was keen on driving him insane, as she accommodated herself on top of him, kissed him, and rocked her hips gently. He had to remember that until today the woman remained untouched, feared, and reviled for being a stone cold-hearted bitch at work. But now, she was this creature of pleasure, riding him, kissing him, touching him in ways he didn't think possible. He loved the shift as she rose from kissing him, straightened her back, placed a hand on his chest in order to keep balance, and relaxed her jaw as she laid her head back, and shook with every stride, clearly enjoying him. 'How the fuck did I get so lucky?' he wondered in silence. He then shook his head, and realized he didn't care. So he let his fingers pull gently on her nipples and then his mouth rose to the occasion. He knew Hermione had felt it, as her inner walls contracted slightly, and that was mind-blowing. He kissed her in the mouth and again his roving fingers found her clit and gently rubbed, as her thighs gripped his hips and her breath got traded for soft moans.
Harry noticed the intensity of her movement changed and he too was pulled by desire as her movement was met by his thrusts. As her inner channel convulsed gently, he knew he wouldn't last long. She embraced his head and her face, her cheek was next to his, as the two stirred and shook each other, into dementia, and he felt how her clit became a tiny pebble and she lost her breath and said to him. "Please Harry, please give it to me," he knew then, that he would follow her into hell and burn, simply because she asked. He felt himself lose sight of consciousness as he too laid on his back and let her have him without restraints, echoing her moans and pleading for mercy, as the two fell with eyes closed shut into each other's abyss.
In an array of limbs and sweat, Hermione opened her eyes and noticed Harry still had a healthy blush on his face and again she giggled. Which again sent movement to their joined consumed sexes and Harry added. "Now I know, you do want to kill me,"
The giggle turned into a full belly laugh, and she added, "You are so fucking sexy Mr. Potter." Harry opened his eyes and stared in awe at the woman cursing while calling him sexy, and he knew that as soon as he had time to breathe, he would get back and start again until the two were spent or dead or both.
She smiled, and she never looked more beautiful, her hair was a mess, her skin was sweaty, and she was smiling as though she just found out she won the lottery and he was her man. 'Well crap, how do I stop from falling in love with you? Oh wait, the curse, I can't, I will not ever be out of love for you,' thought Harry as he felt his eyes tear up.
Hermione noticed Harry's eyes fill with tears, and she reached his eyelids with her lips and kissed him, while saying, "shush, no, no more tears from these gorgeous eyes,"
Days later.
Letter from Gringotts.
Lord Potter,
Gringotts would like to congratulate you on your recent soul-bonding to Miss Hermione Granger, now Lady Potter. Because of a recent change in our policies and the 2020 global pandemic, Gringotts will be an online service until further notice. We apologize for the inconvenience. But your satisfaction is our priority.
For questions visit our home page.
Bernardo,
New appointed Administrator for the Potter accounts.
Gringotts
Diagon Alley,
London UK.
End of letter.
Harry smiled at the letter Inana had delivered. He considered in silence, "Not even with the 2020 pandemic did the goblins close their doors. However, add to the mix one old Sumerian deity and the ecosystem shifts, now, even old Barchoke has croaked because of the mating frenzy, and this letter is the proof. Ah well, crap does happen to those who ignore the goddess of Love. Fortunately, I have better things to do, like Hermione for starters. The world will continue without us; the goddess had said so. To those who do not believe? the old Sumerian deity has a plan for them as well, as for me. Before the new Lady Potter, I had no faith in love. After Inana, my lady and I believe" Harry smiled and sang.
'Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace, of doubt in my mind
I'm in love, I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tried'
Days later, again. Do remember people, Harry and Hermione are locked down and are not paying attention to the calendar.
Where is Harry Potter?
Article by Rita Skeeter.
My darling audience, by now you must have realized that we have our number one savior of the Wizarding World Harry Potter, missing.
What is this crazy world coming to?
First, the Chieftainess Warlock, and former prosecutor for the Ministry of Magic Hermione Granger sends a message that she is taking a long-awaited vacation, and the next thing is that the most distinguished WWWII hero is too not present either. Well, I could not stand idle and I sent a letter to Mr. Potter, a letter in which I asked for a small interview. He gracefully accepted and welcomed me into his ancestral home in Wales. A beautiful renovated middle ages fortress property. Just as I was walking into old Godric Gryffindor's abode. I mean, into Harry Potter's home, a very pleasant house-elf in uniform said that his master was near and to wait for him.
The manor had a very sophisticated, yet homely allure. Mr. Impressive lord of the manor and his new wife and Lady Potter, the formerly untouchable Miss Hermione Granger greeted me.
Let me tell you my darling readers I was stunned by this turn of events and then before my acid green quill moves, Harry extends a recent medical record from Saint Mungo's in which both Harry and Hermione Potter got a preventive treatment for curses, potions, and diverse hexes. It was at Saint Mungo's that the couple got cleared from a rare condition, a condition called the 'Dreaded Curse,'
Lord Potter explained as he hands me his marriage certificate, that in Gringotts official records, that he and Hermione were soul bonded souls since birth, and it was due to the magical interference of one Albus Dumbledore traced down to October 31, 1991, and the following curse inflicted on the two, making Miss Granger back then a Gryffindor Alumna of Hogwarts, feel the need to study elsewhere, in this case, Beauxbatons France.
I couldn't stifle the tears as I realized the fate of these two people and what they had to endure by the malevolence of a greedy illegitimate son of a goat who felt his Greater Good could justify the damage to them.
Everybody knows that a sacred union, as a soul bond, is rare in our culture. But, to have a mountain goat, with messianic deliriums of greatness (or possibly just delusions of adequacy), interfere and tear them apart, gave me the need to go grave digging and bring out the old carcass just to hex him from nose to toes. Eww!
It was then that I realized the magic of the soulbond take place, as the Lady and Lord smiled in contentment. They added that they appreciated my sentiment, but their union could not be contained. Yes, they worked side by side for decades, but because of the 'Dreaded Curse,' they could only stand at a distance of 3 meters away from each other. Recently the two went for a cleansing ritual and a reaffirmation of their bond. They wanted to express their gratitude to the goblins for acknowledging their union and prayed to the old Sumerian Inana to bless them with the same warmth and generosity that was given to them.
The Potters then added that they would have a private wedding soon to renew their vows and that they would send an invitation to yours truly. Mostly because I had the good idea to ask for their whereabouts, instead of opting to make blatant lies, like other unmentionable, unprofessional writers, of course, I was touched by their considerate gesture. As a scoop, the younger Potters' are making a return for their father's wedding and Diana Potter, Harry's youngest, is delivering the father to the altar.
Lady Potter, added that there were more surprises in store, and I for one, could not hate her. Yes, everyone might feel possessive and think of Harry as part of their family, but she is one amazing witch, that makes him glow just like a firefly in the night, and for that, I believe they deserve this happy joining.
I leave you now my lovely readers, because I have an appointment with Madame Malkins, as she is behind my very chic ensemble, for the above-mentioned marriage service.
Happy to be a believer in love now. Yours truly,
Rita S.
THE END
AN I'm a believer. Original song by Neil Diamond. (I belted the song back in the day with Smash Mouth.)