Ms. Sparrow Malfoy Way

Because of You

Chapter 3

A Simple Twist of Fate

Hermione wasn't surprised that Achilles, the greatest warrior who ever lived, had kissed her. What did surprise her was the jolt of pleasurable shock that went through her whole body. Who knew that the hands that had killed hundreds if not thousands of men could hold her so gently? It seemed unreal to her. For a moment she couldn't move as his lips lightly skimmed over hers, just enough to qualify as a kiss, and just strong enough to make her want more.

After he kissed her again, lightly taking her lower lip in between his own, she started to respond, by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her. She had completely forgotten that she was completely naked. All she could think about was his lips on hers, and his skin on hers.

They seemed to stay like that forever; light almost teasing kisses, driving both of them to the brink. It wasn't until he slanted his lips over hers and ran his tongue across her lips did she realize that she had just meet this man, and knew he was completely dangerous, and was completely vulnerable if he decided to stop this behavior and turn into a monster.

Even as she thought of these things, her lips seemed to part on their own, just enough for him to slide his tongue into her eager mouth. At that moment she was lost to the sensations that Achilles was opening in her.

Achilles couldn't think straight. His mind was in a haze, the only stable thoughts that formed in his mind were how soft she felt, how good she felt, how wonderful she tasted. How furiously he would ravish her. Never had he felt so much satisfaction from a kiss. He could tell that he was her first. How her tongue hesitantly met his strokes and the small awkwardness he felt within her was the most adorable thing he ever experienced. It was a quality he found endearing. Knowing he was her first kiss gave him a weird sensation in his heart, but what was weirder was the possessive furious feeling of the thought of her kissing some other man this way. Having some other man hold her this way. It made his growl low in this throat and kissed her longingly.

As his tongue, almost lazily, stroked hers, one of his hands moved down lower and traced along the edge where her lower back stopped and her soft bottom began. It was an odd contrast, one hand gently caressing her, and his other arm in an iron grab holding her close.

Eventually after Achilles had explored her mouth from top to bottom, caressing her tongue, tracing her teeth and gums, his lips left hers, and he lend his forehead against hers.

It took a moment for them to catch their breaths and Hermione's hands came down and cupped his face in her hands.

Achilles was the first to speak. "I have two options. The first, and the wisest, is to walk away right now, let you return to your life. The second, and most pleasurable, would be to lay you down on this beach and ravish you like you'll never forget."

That's when Hermione realized just how close she had come to giving in to his second idea. What had she been thinking? She could let this man take over her senses; she couldn't let this man ravish her. How would she face her father, or for that matter, her future husband? She had heard horror stories of what a husband has done to his wife when he found on their wedding night his bride to be impure.

And what if she did allow him to take her, what if he left his seed inside her and it grew into his child. What would she do then? Surely that would result in death by her father.

And most of all, this was Achilles. Achilles, the man her father despised. The man who can't be killed, or tamed, or ruled. He had killed many. Though she hated the Trojans, she hated the thought of them dying over something so petty as a wife who left her husband.

She pulled back from him, or tried to. His grip was still strong. She looked down between the two, no able to look in his eyes. " I have to go, please let me go."

Achilles knew he should, but he couldn't. "No."

Hermione's gaze snapped up to his in disbelief. "I have to, my father's guards, they will come looking for me and my maid. Please, I can't stay here."

"That doesn't convince me. Tell me this Princess of Sparta. If you were not in a hurry, if you had the whole night to spend with me. If you weren't the daughter of a misguided king, would you stay with me?"

Hermione was appalled. "I won't answer that."

He squeezed her tight, and laughed menacingly in her ear. "You will, tell me princess, would you allow me to pump my hardness into you here on the beach? Our bodies rolling in the sand, your voice raising in the air?"
Hermione shook her head and tried to get away. "No, I wouldn't."

Still Achilles' hold didn't falter. "Lair."

"Please-"

"I don't tolerate lairs, princess." He said with a taunting smile

"Fine yes, I would, please let me go."

He smirked at her. But to her immediate surprised he let her go. His arms fell from her and took a step back. She quickly covered her breast with her arms. He looked over her body, slowing and thoroughly. "Then I will see you soon, Princess."

And with such, he turned and walked out of the water. She was so stunned it took her a second to comprehend his statement. "Wait? What do you mean?"

Achilles didn't turn around, but he did chuckle. "Soon Hermione of Sparta, soon."

It confused her all the more. He was at the opening of the tunnel when she called to him again. "You won't tell anyone I am here, will you?"

Her words sounded terrified, like he would unleash monsters on her. Which he probably would, if he did tell anyone. When men go for five years without a female, they could turn into something horrible. He stopped and braced his hands on either side of the rocks before turning his head. "No, Princess. Your existence is safe for another night."

And with that he disappeared into the tunnel.

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Hermione had quickly finished bathing and dried herself off and dressed in case Achilles decided to come back for more. Although she thought, if he did come back she didn't know if she could stop him: or if she wanted to.

Shortly after Achilles left, Anemone came back from her long walk. She went on and on about some little hare she found that appeared to have a broken leg. But then all of a sudden it sprang to its feet and bounced away.

But Hermione only half listened. She decided not to tell Anemone that she had encountered someone, especially if that someone was rumored to be as brutal as Achilles. If her maid had known that the most dangerous of all Greeks had found her bathing naked, she wouldn't let her leave the boat every again. She wasn't going to give up her freedom because Achilles had given her the gentlest kiss she ever had. Or for that, the only kiss she ever had.

They returned to the boat, unnoticed. And that night when Hermione closed her eyes, she saw the face of the warrior. It was hard, and tough. Unfeeling to everything. But then she felt his lips on hers and his tongue in her mouth. And she remembered the weak feeling in the knees, and the shaking of her arms. And she realized that she wasn't afraid of Achilles hurting her. She was afraid of Achilles being gentle with her. She was afraid of growing too fond of that memory, and longing for more.

If the women of Troy and Greece thought Achilles was scary when he fought, they had no idea of what else he had the power to do.

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After leaving the Princess of Sparta, Achilles walked through the tunnel, and walked straight into the sea; the very COLD sea.

It was strange really; the water that Hermione was bathing in seemed a lot warmer. Bur this water was freezing, and it was exactly what he needed to get rid of the stiffness in his throbbing member.

All Achilles thought of doing was walking back through that little passageway and taking her as he so wanted. And he had the distinct feeling that Hermione of Sparta wouldn't have minded as much as she thought she would. He remembered how passionate their kiss was. And how eagerly she responded.

After his manhood seemed a little more in control he walked back to his tent, and laid back down on the mattress. But sleep was the last thing on his mind. What he needed to do was forget her. It was one thing to bed the nurses who took care of the soldiers, but it was quite another to bed the daughter of Menelaus. Should the King ever found out, well, he couldn't kill him, but he would make his life the biggest hell he would ever known. He could kill Patroclus, and Achilles wouldn't consider that.

But the less rational side of him wanted to sneak into Menelaus boat while everyone slept, and snatch her out of that hell. Achilles didn't know which confused him more. How she took over every thought in his mind surprised him, but what was more is that he didn't know if he wanted to bed her or help her more.

He should his head in a pathetic attempt for his to clear his head of her. But much to his annoyance, and before he knew it, he had come up with a plan to see her again.

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At their little spot by the little pond where they watched the earth Atropos, Clotho, and Lachesis smiled at the exchanged between Achilles and Hermione. Clotho giggled and clasped her hand together. "They are so cute together!"
Atropos nodded. "They do make the most attractive couple I have seen in century."

"I wonder how they will meet next?" Lachesis though out loud.

Atropos shook her head. "If there is a next, it is up to them if they will meet again. And. We. Can. Not. Interfere."

The younger sisters nodded. The ball was in the young couple's court, and all they could do is wait.

They were yanked out of their trance by the shouting of their names. "ATROPOS, LACHESIS, CLOTHO!"

The sister's turned their head almost boringly at Eros' deep' loud voice and watched the obviously angry god walking towards them with his much calmer wife following him.

Clotho raised a perfected sculpted eyebrow. "Now where did Cupid get that rather large stick that is stuck up his ass from?"

Atropos, "Maybe he didn't think that Achilles and Hermione were as good a couple as we did."

At that time the god of Love had reached them. Being the god of love, he was obviously extremely handsome like the other gods. His long platinum blonde hair hung down his bare back. All he wore today was a pair of tight fighting brown leather pants.

His much more patient wife was also quite beautiful with long auburn hair that reached her waist. Her green eyes looked angrier at her husband's behavior then with the Fates.

"Ok, what did you guys pull down there with Achilles and Hermione? Did you take one of my arrows?" He asked with barely contained anger.

The Fates shook their heads. Atropos gave him a weird look. "Why would we do that?"

He pointed the lake. "You saw the chemistry between those two. We all know that Achilles is destine to die, and never was Hermione supposed to be involved. They looked way too interested in each other for fates not to be tampered with."

Psyche raised her hand to speak. "Girls? Can I just say how sorry I am for my husband's behavior?"

Eros waved her comment off. And Clotho cleared her throat. "Don't apologize dear, Eros has always lost his head when he couldn't understand something."

Eros looked stunned. "I just want to know what happened down there, all matches are suppose to be passed by me."

Atropos rolled her eyes. "Jesus, Eros, calm down."

"Who is that?" The other four asked in unison.

She sighed, "Future messiah. Eros, just listen. All we did was destine for the two to meet. What happened when they did was their own choice."

Eros shook his head. "But that was strong Atro. Either someone messed with them or this is true love. And only I know who is someone's soul mate."

Lachesis raised her eyebrow. "Well we didn't know they were soul mates. We just hoped that they would fall in love on their own."

Eros looked puzzled. "Hoped?"

They exchanged looks before Lachesis answered. "We are letting them decided their own destinies."

"You know that can be dangerous."

Atropos placed her small hand on his folded arms. "Achilles is a strong man, pure perfection. None of us were happy about killing him, so we are giving him a chance to live. We never even though of the soul mate thing. If their love is pure, he lives. But if their love isn't true then he will die."

Eros shook his head. "You didn't have to make them meet. You just had to expand his life span. They would have found each other on their own."

When the Fates look puzzled he explained. "A little known fact among the humans, even the gods, is that not all humans have soul mates, that's where I come in. If they don't have soul mates, I find someone they can live contently will for their lives and shoot them. But I can't touch soul mates. They just happen. They will always find each other. You can put them on opposite sides of the world and they will find each other. "

The Fates thought about the new little bit of information they just came across. "Why didn't we know that?" They asked in unison.

Cupid shrugged. "Love is mysterious, even to Gods."

Atropos thought it over all in her head. "Well then we saved their lives. If Achilles took too long finding Hermione we would have already killed him. And obviously if one soul mate dies they the other ones does too right?"

Eros nodded. "They usually die within a year."

"Well then see? Everything works out for the best."

Eros shook his head. "Yes it does. But the little thing about soul mates is that they usually always shave a horrible struggle or two, or sometimes more. It might take ten years for Achilles and Hermione to finally settle down and love each other to the fullest. They may have met now, but it still might take a long time for them to realize how much they love each other."

The Fates looked worried; "There is no way to speed that up?"

Eros only shook his head.

"Well what about you two? An arrow pricked Eros before he shot you. Does that mean you two aren't soul mates?" Clotho asked.

Psyche and Eros look at each other and smiled as they laced their fingers together. He drew her by his side and wrapped his arms around her waist. He remembered their own struggle. Unlike other couples, they had to fight a jealous goddess and the fact that he was immortal and she wasn't was also a factor. "No, we are soul mates. They arrow was an accident. We met through Aphrodite. And we struggled plenty. They arrow just makes the sex a lot hotter."

Psyche blushed and the Fates held up their hands.

"Too much information." Lachesis replied.

Eros lightly kissed his wife on the lips and smiled.

"Oh and Eros, by the way, why are you shirtless?"

Eros looked down at his chest. "Oh. Apollo got in a fight with Ra, you know that Egyptian sun god, and so they are arguing. And it's affecting Olympus. I don't think he realizes that it heats up the mountain kind of quick."

The Fates laughed. After chatting a little more with the love gods, they departed back to their temple. Clotho was combing her hair when she suddenly laid it down on their table and sighed. She called to her sister. "Atropos?"

Her older sister appeared in front of her. "Yes?"

Clotho looked distraught. "I can't shake the feeling like someone terribly wrong is going to happened to them."

Atropos gave her sister a sympathetic look then hugged her little sister. She wanted to reassure her that everything would turn out for the best, but the truth was that she had that feeling too. She knew someone terrible would happen to the young couple. She just didn't know when.

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Hi kids. Well it took me a while to write this, not a lot of history in this. Eros the god of Love and his wife Psyche show up all pissy about Achilles and Hermione.

What probably took me the longest to write was just trying to figure out and explain how they could fall in love, and let it be up to them to fall in love. Cause I didn't want some one else deciding that they two belong together, I wanted it to not only be up to them, but ultimately something even more powerful then the Fates and Cupid, cause the way I want to imagine it is that, not even the Fates know who its destined.

So it was hard to kind of work around the god of Love. And I had to improvise. And I wanted it to find an excuse for a shirtless man.