Chapter 10:

"Are those shoes uncomfortable?"

"Hmm?"

"You keep rubbing your thighs, I thought…." Gideon cut short his sentence as what he was seeing suddenly made sense. He dry gulped. "Hermione…"

Hermione was looking heartbreakingly beautiful dressed in the robes he had bought for her and for once Gideon wanted to throw all his learnings of being a gentle-wizard right out the balcony before staking claim on what was staring at him right in his face.

He'd decked up the manor, renovated a good chunk of his wing of it to Hermione's liking, and then proceeded to ravish that bow shaped mouth of hers at every opportunity and he was honestly losing his mind!

He knew exactly what she was feeling… he was suffering from the same.. but certain things just ran too deep, maybe? Or maybe you're just being a cowardly prat his inner voice that always sounded awfully like Fabian for his liking, screamed at him.

Hermione looked again at the man beside her. Tall, with his auburn hair and in his navy blue robes, he had been successfully robbing her of her sanity since she'd laid eyes on him that evening. No one had a right to look that good! "This is so unfair," Hermione muttered under her breath. "Why does he get to be the one so unaffected while here I am, with a freaking puddle in my knickers!"

Gideon's eyes bulged out at hearing her say those words out loud.

"I am far from unaffected!" Gideon snapped, looking pointedly down at his own crotch, making Hermione follow his line of sight. On seeing the evidence of the way she was equally affecting him, ironically, did not make her feel any better.

"So we're both uncomfortable! Now what?" she asked cryptically. Despite whatever her dormmates might say to the contrary, Hermione had landed herself a wizard hot enough to melt the Arctic and yet cold enough to freeze Mauna Loa - to all of her overtures.

Gideon wanted to scream in frustration but instead, he heard himself offering to help, much to both their surprise. "Let me help you with that…"

Bottomless brown clashed with arctic blue, both with pupils widely blown. "What?" Hermione's whispers were getting softer.

Unable to help himself, Gideon pulled her towards him, covering her body with his as his mouth claimed hers, eagerly swallowing every moan of hers. Robbing her of her last shred of sanity, while giving her a good feel of his own hunger for her.

"Let me give this to you. Please," he said, his hands hovering dangerously close to the thigh-high slit of her robes. The tantalizing glimpses she'd been unthinkingly throwing his way all evening had almost frozen him in place one too many times already, making him curse his choice of dress more than once. She looked beautiful and since he'd set his eyes on her that evening, he had wanted nothing more than to throw her over his shoulder and get her here, in his bedroom. A need he'd finally given in to, at least partially, and pulled her up the stairs to have a few minutes of privacy with her.

"Hermione?" he whispered her name and Hermione could only nod in agreement.

Gideon covered her lips again, doing to her mouth what he'd been holding-off doing to her, as his fingers carefully, almost reverentially ran up her thighs. Finding her wet heat wasn't a task at all but keeping his own sanity in check once he'd probed her was getting too much for him.

"So wet.." he gulped audibly, though Hermione wasn't sure if she was meant to hear his crude words. His thumb quickly pressed in on her as he leaned in closer to her ear, "Is this all for me, Hermione?" he asked.

With all the sensations running amok inside her, Hermione could only nod. "All... you.." she whispered haltingly.

"Fuck!" he swore as he added another finger, crooking them both within her.

Tight his other head was weeping. Take her his mind was chanting. Mine the bond was singeing. And amidst it all were her soft pants, her broken responses, her pleasure-filled moans that were pushing him forward.

"Come for me, darling. I want to see you flushed in your high," he urged her, his tongue finding the mischievous spot behind her ear that he'd recently learned made her jump. She clenched his fingers tighter when he rubbed her with the nail of his thumb. He swore again, his head falling on her shoulder as his mouth got busy with her pulse-point.

After she finally went limp in his arms, he could do little other than suck his fingers thoroughly. When he saw her looking at him with her hooded dark, sensuous eyes, he couldn't stop himself from saying, "Soon, I want to taste this from its source."

Hermione felt hot color flooding her face, her eyes dropping of their own accord, unable to look at Gideon anymore, making him smile in amusement.

"Don't glamour it," Gideon held her wrist when she raised her wand to the point she'd felt him showering his undivided attention on. "Let them all see it. Let them know the angel walking amongst them is taken. They may look, but she's only mine for the taking."

"Gideon," despite herself, Hermione smiled.

"What? It's true," he shrugged his broad shoulders. "No point in raising their hopes," he said, pulling her back into the bedroom so they could walk down to the party he was hosting. A few more minutes alone in here and all bets would be off as far as he was concerned.

"And what about my hopes?"

"What about them?" Gideon looked on in confusion.

It was now or never. Hermione pulled forth her Gryffindor courage and sent a locking spell at the door before she threw her wand away, hoping she wouldn't need it on her person anymore through the night. She hooked her fingers under the shoulder straps of her new dress and she pulled her sleeves down, pooling the soft silk by her feet. Brashly then, she stepped out of it in nothing but her silver sheer knickers.

Not caring for ethics or etiquettes, Gideon stared dumb-struck at his intended, standing almost naked in front of him. The pert pink pebbles of hers beckoning him like homing devices barely letting him look at much beyond them.

"Hermione…" Gideon tried to warn but she clearly shook her head.

"No, Gideon. Tonight it's not about the bond, not about our age difference. You have nothing to hide behind. I am offering myself to you. This is only between you and me. This is only about us."

"Her.."

"Don't Hermione me, Gideon. Whether we do this or not, you are the only one on my mind and in my heart. It's not like you are really offering me any choice here. So, the question is…" Hermione faltered. "Do you.. do you want me, Gideon? Or.."

He was on her in a flash. Her open vulnerability twisting a knife deep in his gut. He could never refuse her. The fact that she could even think that spoke volumes about how poorly he was showing his affections to the young witch.

"You are right. I am sorry," he said, cupping her rotund bum as he pushed her towards himself and lifted her clear off her feet as he took her to his bed.

There was no need for words between them as he held her close and made her his in every-which-way he could think of.

Their love-making lacked the grandiose words of amour and always but their kisses spoke volumes of their love for each other and the warm golden glow that encompassed them that first time sealed their forever.

"My darling angel. My Hermione," Gideon murmured just as Hermione turned her head, tucking it under his chin and made herself comfortable within his arms.

…

With a skip in his step and a whistle on his breath, Gideon made his way down to the kitchen to bring Hermione breakfast in bed. After all the attention he had paid to her the previous night, and then again that morning, he knew it would take a freaking miracle, or at least a miracle potion, for her to walk right again so soon.

Given even half a chance, Gideon did not want to rectify that either. He'd rather be ensuring she wouldn't ever be able to walk straight again. Well, at least for the remainder of her holidays he wanted her imprisoned in his room, lying buck-naked, wet, and willing on his bed. And if he could just get her to wrap her thighs around his head again… oh my… She'd been so shy when he'd said he wanted to eat her out this morning, just before he dressed up in fact, that he'd had to hold her down to get his face in any close vicinity of her wet heat. But the moans she'd rewarded him with after just a single hard swipe and soft nibble had been worth all of the efforts he had had to put in to get her to agree to it.

"We're gonna have to do this at least thrice every day so you get used to having my tongue in your pussy," he had said to her in the heat of the moment and how she had blushed, almost violently! Yet, he hadn't been jesting or teasing, well, that hadn't been the only reason behind his provocative words. Simply put, she'd tasted divine, leaving him craving for more of her even now, not even twenty minutes later and he wanted to take every opportunity to eat her out, and well, rut her thoroughly, while he still had her for the last week of her holidays.

"I've woken up a monster," Hermione had teased him in that breathless voice of hers and he'd laughed heartily.

"So they say – Never tickle a sleeping dragon," he had winked and entered her tight silky heat yet again, muting their further conversation.

His heart skipped a beat yet again when he thought of just how she had so boldly dropped her dress the previous night. Oh she really is a fierce Gryffindor through and through he chuckled, shaking his head, thanking his stars she'd taken the initiative with him. And what a wonderful start that had been to his new year! He'd have stupidly waited at least till her graduation otherwise and then some more to let her adjust to life outside Hogwarts. Silly me!

Fabian, who was sat at the breakfast bar sipping on his morning tea, saw his brother and smirked. "You know, brother dearest, it's bad form to invite guests into your home and then disappear on them. Especially when the guests include your future in-laws! Dr Granger wanted to murder all of us when he couldn't find his precious daughter anywhere. Thank your stars your new mum likes our face or we'd all be done for. A handful of adult wizards burnt to crisps by a muggle! What a story for the Prophet," he chortled.

Gideon smirked back, "Trust me, my brother dear, I was exactly where I was needed." He winked.

Fabian snorted and then the twins laughed, both looking at the identical electric blue eyes of their own reflected in the other. "Congratulations to you both," Fabian wished his brother. "I pray your union blesses me with a manor full of nieces and nephews to spoil rotten," he winked.

Shaking his head in mirth as he bit into his lip, Gideon laughed along with his brother. He was glad that some things never changed, but he was happier that somethings did…..