Magical Origins

Author Notes: The next several chapters are going to be very sexual theme. I apologize if it offends anyone.

Year 6: A Harsh Reality

"You really shouldn't be so hard on Hermione, Harry," says Lily.

"You may be able to tolerate her know-it-all self, but she's far too arrogant like Voldemort," says Harry.

"You know she aspires to be like Dumbledore," says Lily.

"Dumbledore isn't all-powerful and all-knowing," says Harry.

Some students heard Lily and Harry arguing. One would think they were fighting, but they were arguing about one person hiding behind a tree, trying hard not to cry.

"Hermione isn't all that bad," says Lily.

"When was the last time she didn't try to correct you on the slightest thing. No one likes her. She's an outcast. You barely tolerate her as it is," says Harry.

Hermoine tries hard not to cry, knowing Harry's words hitting home. They were true.

Other than Lily, she had no real friends.

Ron had become distant and cold.

Others in her house couldn't stand her.

No one in the school liked her.

Hermione looks at herself and finds herself standing alone.

She really didn't have any friends or anyone around her.

She is, as Potter said… an outcast.

Classes resume as Harry and Lily continue to perform well.

Slughorn showed no changes regarding his conversation with Lily and Harry, and they made outward changes themselves.

Slughorn wasn't comfortable near Harry and Lily anymore.

"Let me talk to Slughorn," says Lily.

The class was over, and Slughorn was going over some of the student's potions.

Harry says nothing as he gathers his things.

Harry walks up the stairs and sees Granger standing there.

The other students were quick to rush to Defense Against the Dark Arts by now. Snape didn't like those who were tardy or skipped classes.

"Lily is going to be awhile, Granger," says Harry.

Harry makes to walk past Granger.

"I want to talk with you," says Granger.

Harry pauses on the steps.

Granger has never attempted to talk to him before.

"Why?" Harry asks suspiciously.

"Why do you hate me so much?" asks Granger.

Harry chuckles at Granger.

"You really are nothing but a mudblood, aren't you," says Harry.

Hermione says nothing as she chokes back her tears.

"You still don't understand anything. You are incredibly stupid for being one of the smartest witches of the ages. You've never had a friend in your life before, have you? Lily was only your friend out of mutual interest because you're both Gryffindor. No matter what you say, you are more like Voldemort than you think," says Harry.

"I am not!" shouts Granger.

"Did you know he was brilliant too? A smart student who teachers loved and adored. He, like you, believes himself to be smarter, better, wiser than his peers and others around him. He disregards the opinions of others around him, as he believes himself to be always correct. He only hears what he wants. He sees only what he wants.

"You are the same. That is why you are alone. It's why you'll always be alone," says Harry.

Hermione chokes back her tears.

Harry grabs her by the throat and slams her into the wall.

"You're choking me!" cries Hermione.

"Why shouldn't I? Lily has some hope that you will change, but I don't see it. Every year you are the same. You hate it when others best you in academics, and you continue to look down and belittle others. You only see yourself and care for yourself," says Harry.

Hermione sniffs, trying to deny Harry's words.

She couldn't deny what he said. He spoke the truth about her personality.

Harry looks down at Granger.

Despite Granger being a year older than Harry, she was smaller.

Harry pulls her robe open and looks at her chest. The scar on her chest was still visible from last year.

Hermione, feeling exposed, didn't bother to fight Harry off from looking at her.

It was the first time since Viktor Krum had someone look at her in this way.

"You still haven't learned anything, have you. Tell me, Granger, what is… the proper way to survive?" Harry asks in her ear.

Hermione says nothing, knowing she didn't have the correct answer. In truth, she didn't know.

"The world is far bigger than mere academics, Granger. You have always failed to see that. I admit you are intelligent, and you understand the logic. But you lack empathy. That lack of empathy denies you, friends. It's why you'll be alone for life. At the end of the day, the only person you remotely care about… is yourself," says Harry.

"Like you aren't the same," Hermione whispers softly.

"I know who my friends are, and I care for them. Even if I don't show it. They stood behind me during the Chamber of Secrets crisis. Even when the school thought I was guilty, even when you assumed I was guilty.

"During the Triwizard Tournament, they again stood behind me when I told them I didn't enter. They supported me last year when I'm sure they were under pressure to break ties with me.

"Don't you remember what the Sorting Hat said during our sorting? 'In Slytherin, you'll find your true friends.' I know who my friends are, Granger. Who are your friends? Who stands beside you?" mocks Harry.

Hermione couldn't hold back her tears.

"You'll never end up married, let alone a mistress in a concubine," says Harry.

"You can't have a concubine!" shouts Hermione.

"Still thinking like a mudblood. With wizard families at an all-time low, concubines are allowed. To ensure the continuation of the bloodlines. Muggles may not be allowed, but wizarding families are allowed to have concubines. You need to stop thinking like a muggle and start thinking like a witch. We have rules and traditions. Learn them, Granger," says Harry.

Harry lets Granger go. He turns and walks off.

Granger pauses as she stands there numb.

Without knowing what she's doing, she reaches out and grabs the back of Harry's robe.

"What do you want, Granger?" demands Harry.

Granger couldn't explain it to herself.

She found herself in a trance.

She walks forward and places her head on Harry's back.

She cries.

She doesn't know why, but she cries into Harry's back.

Harry stands there, unsure of what is going on with Granger.

Did he break her?

"Please… don't leave me," Hermione sobs behind Harry.

Harry turns around and looks at Granger.

Harry finally understood her greatest desire and wish.

It wasn't to be the smartest witch or the best.

She wanted companionship.

This may be the first time in her life, she allowed herself to open up and reveal her weakness before another.

Harry embraces Granger.

He didn't feel hatred for her.

He pitied her.

Harry leads Hermione up to the fifth floor. She, like an obedient puppy, follows unquestionably. She knew what was going to transpire. Hermione didn't resist nor attempt to fight.

Once inside the Perfects bath, Harry grabs Granger and kisses her.

Granger opens her mouth, allowing their tongues to dance.

Granger didn't know how to describe this feeling.

Excitement and fear.

The fear wasn't the type to make her freeze or run.

It was the type that kept her pushing forward.

It was the same as her curiosity that pushed her beyond the boundaries of satisfaction.

Hermione felt weak and helpless.

She loved it.

Being in Harry Potter's arms, grasp and control made her love the situation.

Harry begins to undress her, Hermione makes it easy.

Soon, she is standing in her lingerie. Hermione felt uneasy standing before a boy like this, but she let Harry control the situation.

Harry grasps her breast, teasing her.

"You got one hell of a body, Granger," whispers Harry.

Hermione blushes at the compliment.

"If Slytherin knew you had this body, you would never walk again," says Harry.

Harry kisses her stomach as Hermione arches her head back, gasping and moaning.

Harry's hands travel down, and he grabs the waistband of her panties. Pulling them down, Hermione offers no resistance.

Harry kisses her pussy, causing an explosion to erupt within Hermione. Almost like an electric shock explodes all inside of her, Hermione moans loudly.

Harry stands up and throws Hermione's legs over his shoulder.

Hermione's hands hold onto the back of Harry's head as she gasps and moans in response.

Hermione lets out a loud moan as Harry's tongue travels inside her pussy and licks her hymen.

Harry continues this motion several times as Hermione can't contain herself. She moans and wails in pleasure as Harry continues to lick her hymen without mercy.

Hermione could feel something building up within her body.

Her breathing became heavy. Panting, Hermione didn't know what to expect, only that her body was about to explode.

Harry sensing Hermione's orgasm building, picks up the pace. Licking her without mercy, being relentless against her sensitive g-spot.

Hermoine grabs Harry's head and arches backward on his shoulders. She shouts and cries as her orgasm overtakes her body.

Harry holds Granger's ass cheeks as he takes in her flavor.

Hermione opens her eyes, looking up at the ceiling.

She didn't see the ceiling.

Perhaps deep down, she's always admired Harry Potter.

He was brave, courageous, smart, and daring.

He was also kind as he was ruthless.

Hermione was taking in deep breaths, unable to believe such pleasure she was feeling was possible.

A mistress.

She never considered the possibility.

Harry lets her down gently.

Hermione's legs gave way under her.

Harry holds her, keeping her upright.

Hermione takes in deep breaths, smelling Harry's scent.

She found herself intoxicated.

'Do I love him?'

Hermione didn't have the strength to move.

The only piece of clothing Hermione had on was her bra, dangling loosing. Her breasts were exposed as the straps were handing off her arms.

She was naked before the wizard whom she's quarreled with for the past five years of her academic career.

Harry reaches up and grabs her bra. With a swift motion, he rips it off, Hermione. Leaving her bare and naked.

Harry grabs her and throws her over his shoulder. He walks over to the seat and sits down. Placing Hermione on his lap.

Hermione spreads her legs as she falls on Harry's lap. Her legs spread across, and she rests her head on his chest.

"You are mine, Granger. Do you understand," says Harry.

Hermione nods her head.

Harry holds her back and sits upright.

Hermione looks into Harry's green eyes.

No malice, hatred, or ill intent.

Harry kisses Hermione, who kisses him back with passion.

Harry sits up and carries Hermione to the bench used for laying down.

Hermione wraps her legs around Harry.

Harry lies Hermione down and begins to remove his robes.

Hermione looks at Harry's body for the first time.

Harry had quite the psyche.

Hermione could also see several scars on his body. Hermione knew he had remarkable self-healing capabilities. Meaning these scars were caused by dark magic.

Hermione was reminded of her own scar Dolahov gave her.

Harry places his hand on Hermione's scar.

She could feel ice beginning to cover her skin.

Strangely, the ice wasn't cold.

Harry teases her again, rubbing his thumb against her nipple.

Hermione wasn't Lavender Brown who spread her legs for the boys in Gryffindor Tower.

Hermione already knew Lavender slept with several boys.

Even though Lavender Brown was dating Ron Weasley, she slept around with other boys.

Hermione could feel the tip of Harry's member poking at her entrance.

Hermione spreads her legs open, desperate and eager to feel him inside her.

Harry grabs her waist before he pushes inside of her.

Hermione moans and gasps out loud.

It was painful.

More pain than she's ever felt.

It wasn't pain that hurt.

It was pain that made her crave for me. One that gave her unbelievable amounts of pleasure.

Hermione reaches up and grabs Harry's biceps.

She didn't resist. She wanted more.

Harry pushes forward, tearing Hermione's hymen apart.

Hermione cries as she locks her legs around Harry's waist.

Harry felt so big inside Hermione.

Hermione's poor little body slowly adjusts to being stretched by Harry's member.

Never before has Hermione felt so full and satisfied.

It was a feeling Hermione never knew existed.

Harry pulls Hermione up and looks at her.

"Please… don't stop," begs Hermione.

"Show me your worth," says Harry.

Hermione looks at Harry before understanding what he wants.

She nods her head.

She begins rocking her hips, pushing herself down. Allowing him deeper inside of her.

Harry grabs her ass as Hermione moans upon feeling this blissful emotion.

Hermine's body was small compared to Harry's, but she felt safe with him.

Hermione wraps her arms around Harry, climaxing again, over Harry's member.

"I love you," cries Hermione.