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Chapter 6: Erotic Letters

Today, the Ministry of Magic continued the murder trials of Harry and Hermione once again. Harry tried to look as calm as possible, but Hermione tried as well, but she still looked as pale as chalk.

The Minister of Magic cleared his throat. "Let us continue the murder trial of Harry James Potter and Hermione Jane Weasley. Today we are going to go through the letters exchanged between the two defendants. There are 5 in total and they are the most important evidence against the defendants. Mr Lewis, if you be so kind to read the letters…"

The wizard got up and unfolded the first letter. "This is the first letter Mrs Weasley sent to Mr Potter."

He cleared his throat. "Darling Harry…"

Darling Harry,

It's has been 2 days since you went, and I miss you already. How is it in Ireland? I heard the traditional music over there is quite interesting, is it true?

Ron is being mean. Not to me but to you. When he read in the Daily Prophet that your team is going to Ireland, he said that he seriously hoped the Bludger gives you a permanent injury! I can't stand him. You know what I did to get back at him? I poured a bit of the sap of Dumbcane into his tea, hoping that he would drink it and be mute for days.

He did drink the tea, saying that the tea was bitter. But he could still talk. I guess that the poison didn't work on him. I will try again next time, Harry. In the meantime, try to think of someway to kill him.

I have to say goodbye now, Ron (speaking of the devil) is calling me to come to bed with him (Yes, Darling, be jealous).

Hugs and kisses,
Hermione.

My Dearest Hermione,

Ireland is great. I see loads of things while I'm here. Yes, the Irish music is good, I manage to learn a few dance steps that go with the music. Maybe I can teach you when I have the chance to.

I hope Ron doesn't mistreat you while I'm gone. Good job with the Dumbcane sap, but pity that it didn't work. Did I suggest grounded-up glass in his food before? Try that.

My practice is starting, so I have to leave you now. Be patient, my dear, I'll be back soon, so hang in there.

Yours lovingly,
Harry.

Darling Harry,

Oh I'm so happy to hear from you. How're your practices? Be careful of the Bludgers, okay? I don't want Ron's stupid wish to come true. Your Quidditch match is tomorrow right? I wish I could go to Ireland and see your match. But knowing Ron, he would rather die than let me to go to Ireland.

Yes, you did suggest grounded-up-glass, after we made love in Flourish and Blotts, the night before you left England. I tried that, I broke a glass bulb in the toilet and made the pieces into fine powder. I put it into his orange juice. It didn't work either. I tried for a few more times, there's once when I even put big pieces and not powdered glass in his food. But he found them in his porridge. He asked me about them and I lied that I didn't know. Stupid of him to believe that. I have to stop putting glass in his food.

Right now, Ron is staying overnight again at the Ministry and I'm staying awake in bed. I'm lonely, Darling. I miss you and I wish you are here, in bed with me. My body misses yours. I miss the arousal and pleasure I always get when we make love on this very bed. Your kisses are some of the things that I miss immediately after you have left. I can't wait for you to get back. I want you to kiss and hug me like there's no tomorrow.

It's late now. I think it goes the same for Ireland. I could imagine you now, getting ready for bed with only your boxers on. I wish I could join you, Darling, really. I'm going to sleep now as well, hoping to dream about you in my dreams.

Good night and sweet dreams.

Hugs and kisses,
Hermione

Dearest Hermione,

Quidditch practices are tough, you know Wood, he trains us like hell.

But the Quidditch match is great, thanks to Wood. You should see my team, Wood is so pleased. To quote him, we have three supreme Chasers, two unbeatable Beaters, one Cracking Keeper and of course, there's me. The total score was 380:200 points. I caught the Snitch 45 minutes after the match started!

It's a pity that you couldn't come for the match. I was hoping to see you at the stadium, even though the chances of seeing you would be very slim.

Grounded-up glass didn't work on Ron? Hm, looks like he has a body system as thick as his head. It won't react to poison or glass! Hm, have you tried poison chocolates yet? I know Ron will definitely eat chocolates if they are within his reach.

I miss you too, my dear. When I was lying down on my huge hotel bed, I wished that you were here with me too. Your beautiful body always comes into my mind at night when I try to sleep. I miss it so much that I could almost feel my hands running across your milky skin. Yes, I miss making love with you as well. I remember your lovely moans of pleasure and your cry of my name when I entered you and I'm looking forward to hear them again soon.

We will be reunited soon, I promise. I love you.

Yours lovingly,
Harry.

Dearest Harry,

I'm so glad that Puddlemere United has won the match, you are a wonderful Seeker. I really wish I could go and watch the match, but I'm busy over here in Flourish and Blotts and tied to the Weasleys.

Yes Darling, I have tried poison chocolates. He just said that they tasted bitter. I begin to wonder whether Ron's body have unusually high resistance against poison and glass.

Nothing works, Harry, I feel like giving up.

I'm looking forward to our reunion, but I'm hoping that you can come back sooner. I think I'm getting sick. I don't know whether is it because I have missed you too much or I worked too much, I just feel tired all the time. I don't have the mood to do anything, except sleeping. I have a bit of morning sickness as well… oh Harry, I fear the worst. Please come back soon.

Hugs and kisses,
Hermione

Mr Lewis put away the last letter. He looked extremely embarrassed from reading the erotic letters and was happy that he could finally sit down. "I have done reading, Minister." he said and sat down.

Hermione wouldn't dare to look at the people that attend the trial, she knew that they must be pointing fingers at her and Harry for writing such letters.

"So, these letters clearly show that the defendants have the idea of killing Mr Ronald Weasley a long time ago…" started the Minister.

"We didn't!" said Harry, suddenly standing up. "We just thought that it would be funny to pretend to kill Ron, it was all part of our imagination!"

"But you did turn your imagination into reality anyway." said the Minister coolly. "Just sit down and don't talk until I ask you to, Mr Potter."

"Yes Sir." said Harry and sat down slowly.

"Mrs Hermione Weasley?" asked the Minister.

Hermione's head snapped up and looked at the Minister. "Yes?"

"I believe that you know what happened after Mr Potter came back from Ireland?"

"Yes." said Hermione, trembling.

"What illness do you have at that time, may I ask?"

"I was…" started Hermione and her next word was inaudible.

"Again?" asked the Minister sharply.

Hermione looked at Harry and Harry just stared at her and nodded gravely.

"Pregnant." said Hermione quietly.

The crowd gasped and started whispering again.

"Shut up!" yelled the Minister. "And what did you do, Mrs Weasley?"

"I…"

Harry closed his eyes and looked away.

"I aborted the baby." said Hermione and looked down. She closed her eyes and wished she could shut out the noises the people in the court made. She didn't want to hear or see anything else.

But her mind was unmerciful and she found herself thinking about the past again, the day when she decided to murder her own flesh and blood…