Alliance
Summary: MCUSA is looking for Allies in the vampire community. Will Hermione convince Eric to agree?
AN: Another story from November last year! This one, well, Eric wouldn't leave me alone until he had one his own! LOL I had written several others and, it would seem, he was upset by the "imbalance of it all". Ah, you can't help but love him anyway! He's just so damn cute when he pouts! :) Anyway, this was so much fun to write and I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for checking it out!
Disclaimer: I make no monies from this.
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"Sheriff Northman?" a British accented voice asked.
Eric looked up from the report he was filling out to see a petite young woman standing before him. She was beautiful in an understated way but what truly caught his attention were her eyes. They were brown but with an intelligent and wary edge to them. As if she had seen and been through too much at her young age.
"Hermione Granger, from MCUSA, we had an appointment." she told him.
"Ah, yes, the witch sent from the magical government to seek an alliance with myself and the vampires loyal to me." Eric stated, no longer dreading the meeting.
"Yes." she answered.
"So tell me, Ms. Granger, why MCUSA is approaching me rather than the AVL?" Eric asked as he steepled his fingers.
"Easy." Hermione chuckled at his raised brow. "Through our research, we found that individual vampires such as yourself have more loyalty than your AVL or various monarchs." she explained.
"So there are others being approached then?" Eric wanted clarified.
"Of course. I am just one of many sent out to make contact and possible alliances." Hermione told him.
"I see. How many have been dispatched?" Eric asked, truly curious to the number.
"Ah, I believe, there are about a hundred of us." Hermione said.
"Only a hundred? That is not that many." Eric told her.
"No, not really but more than was expected." Hermione agreed.
"What were the parameters for consideration?" Eric prodded.
"Well, age was the first we looked at but soon realized that wasn't as a defining thing as character and local opinion." Hermione answered.
"How fortuitous that I fit all three." he smirked.
He knew the vampires in his Area came and stayed because he ran a tight ship. He didn't put up with any bullshit but he was fair when dealing with any problems. He also looked out for those living in his Area more than most Sheriffs and that garnered more loyalty.
Hermione grinned at him, "It is, very much so."
Eric leaned back in his chair as he considered his next question. "Tell me, MCUSA Representative, just how much research did you do?" he asked with a spark of mischief in his eyes. However, Hermione was prepared.
"Let's see, the usual, you are over a millennia a vampire. From our estimate you are roughly one thousand one hundred and forty. You were a true Viking and Prince of your clan. You have lived in many countries, changing your name each time you moved. Eric is a form of your human name but Northman is about what you are...a North Man." Hermione paused, tapped her chin before continuing. "Your child, Pamela Swynford de Beaufort, was turned by you in San Francisco, California in nineteen hundred and six. She ran a brothel that had its share of troubles. You became Sheriff for Area Five here in Louisiana in nineteen hundred and twenty, signing a one hundred year contract with Sophie-Ann Leclerq, who had only been the queen for two hundred years. Shall I continue?" Hermione asked.
Eric chuckled. "No, I see your research is quite thorough."
"Yes, well, we do prefer to know as much as we can." Hermione stated with a smile.
"May I ask a personal question" he wondered aloud.
"You may, although I do not promise to answer." Hermione told him.
"Fair enough." Eric gave her a small nod. "You are British. How did you end up working for MCUSA"
It was Hermione's turn to chuckle, "How much time do you have free Mr. Northman?"
"Until sunrise and call me Eric." Eric smiled at her.
"Well then, Eric, please call me Hermione and what do you know of the Second Wizarding War in Britain" Hermione started with.
"Did not know there was one until another MCUSA representative gave me a few books to read about the magical world." Eric shared.
"Well, how's your reading speed" Hermione inquired.
"Fairly fast." Eric cocked a brow.
"I'll be right back." Hermione told him as she stood and apparated away. A few minutes later she popped back in with a few books, happy to find Eric nonplussed about her disappearance and return.
"Read the top one first." Hermione suggested.
Eric took Hogwarts: A History and read it in about thirty minutes. As he shut the book, he looked at his visitor with new respect. She had had her own chapter and if what was written was true then this young witch had been through more than most vampires ten times her age.
"I see." was all he said. Hermione nodded her head in response. She had made sure to grab the latest copy that had the War in it as well as information on 'The Golden Trio'. She didn't want to come across as bragging about her part in the War but didn't want to hide anything either, that wouldn't do well for a new alliance.
"My next question then, what benefit would I have in allying myself with magicals?" Eric asked.
"Well, I am authorized to offer the warding of any main residence as well as your business. From what we found, you often have the underage, V dealers and vampire drainers finding their way into your bar and our researchers feel your dealing with a Miss Sookie Stackhouse of Bon Temps more trouble than she's worth." Hermione explained.
"This warding, what would it entail?" Eric wondered.
"Your home would be protected from elemental harm, unwanted apparation, spying equipment, uninvited guests...I could also make it to where only those you wanted could enter your home as well as put a barrier up to keep unwanted humans from seeing your home." Hermione listed off.
"My business" Eric asked, intrigued.
"An age line could be put up so no more underage customers. Also, if you would allow me to enter your mind, I could get a sense of the dealers and drainers for I'm sure they look like everyone else." Hermione explained.
At Eric's hardening look and raised brow, she quickly clarified.
"You have my word that I will only look at the memories you bring forth. If you need, I would even take an Oath on my magic so you know my word is true." she solemnly told him.
"You are able to enter a vampire's mind?" Eric asked with a slight edge. It didn't sit well with him if it was true.
"We can but ONLY with the vampire's permission. You're minds are too strong otherwise." Hermione told him.
"Good to know." Eric replied as he relaxed again. "And what would be required of me?"
"Simple, really, just let us know if you hear anything and possibly help us if needed. " Hermione stated.
"Hear what and help how?" he asked.
"Anything you might think has to do with our type of magic that is out of the ordinary and mainly as backup to our Aurors, anything more would be a case by case basis. It wouldn't be often and only in times when your help would greatly benefit the resolution of the situation." she explained.
"Will you be my contact?" Eric wanted to know, it would influence his decision.
"As a matter of fact, I will be. I will check in weekly with you. We will need to set a meeting time and place for this to occur. Also, here, use this should you need to contact me outside the appointed time." Hermione said as she handed him a galleon.
"And this gold coin works how?" Eric questioned, turning the coin over in his hand.
"It has a Protean charm on it. Hold it in your hand and think a brief message. My linked coin will heat up alerting me and I will read what you sent." she explained as she sent him a message. 'Cool, huh'
Eric chuckled and placed it in his pocket after he replied, 'Indeed' causing Hermione to beam at him.
"So what say you, Eric? Is an alliance agreeable to you?" Hermione asked.
"It is." Eric said after a moment of contemplating. Then, to his true surprise, a scroll appeared on his desk. He read it over as he used the ink and quill to sign just as Hormone did. Then it duplicated and the original disappeared with a pop, leaving behind a copy for his records.
"Deal's done!" Hermione happily exclaimed. "Now, when would be a good time to ward the bar and whichever home you choose?" she asked.
As they worked out a date and time for both, Eric couldn't help but feel good about it all. The best part was that he would get to see Hermione weekly and, if he had his way, more often than that.
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Over the next few months, Hermione would receive almost nightly messages from Eric. Most were flirtatious while others were suggestive but all would lead to abbreviated conversations.
It amused Hermione just how often the ancient vampire got bored. She often teased him about it. Of course, he would retaliate by saying she could cure his boredom causing Hermione to blush to her toes. She could imagine the voice he would use and the look he would give her. The vampire was incorrigible. However, she was certain if she showed up he would follow through with his flirts. She had to say that, at least, he was never crude or rude when being suggestive; never offensive.
On her down time, Hermione often wondered what it would be like to have Eric as a lover. She shivered at the thought of using his body to pleasure herself. A small smile crossed her face, maybe she should just show up one night.
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Eric had fun sending messages through the coin. Sometimes it was flirtatious; sexual even, but mostly he would have short conversation with the witty witch. There wasn't much they couldn't discuss and he enjoyed playing "devil's advocate" to see just how riled she would get before figuring out what he was doing and playfully scolding him for it. It became the highlight of his nights.
The coin was a brilliant way to communicate; no one to overhear or see what they shouldn't. No way to track it was most intriguing to Eric. Then there was the warding she had done. He couldn't believe all she had done. His main home was more secure than the greatest fortress. He often wondered if it would survive a nuclear bomb, not that he wanted to find out. Then there was his club. Hermione had set the age limit barrier and she also put almost as many wards on it as she had his home after learning how often it was targeted.
Eric smirked a bit when he remembered her entering his mind to get a feel for the dealers and drainers. She had been right, most looked just like everyone else but their auras were what set them apart. Hermione had described them as having an "oily" overlay, something she very much hoped to not experience again, not that Eric could blame her.
It had been strange feeling her in his mind. She had been gentle but thorough in her examination of his memories. Of course, Eric hadn't been the least bit surprised when she had gone through each memory multiple times. He had already figured out Hermione would be very professional and proper. When she had pulled out, he had almost wished she hadn't, her presence had felt comforting to him, like he knew she would never look for more than he showed her nor would she hurt him and he knew she could have. They had talked for several hours about it before she did anything, she had wanted him to understand what it would entail as well as what she could do but wouldn't. It had amazed Eric how honest she had been; by all rights, he should have been on high alert and would have been had it been anyone else but Hermione was a witch of her word and Eric knew it instinctively. However, she had said she told him all she had so he wouldn't let anyone else in his mind, not that he planned to but it was refreshing to hear her warn him, have concern for his well-being.
Now he enjoyed their nightly talks, especially since her work day would be done by the time he rose and it helped to pass the tedium of the bar. Eric had started to consider not going to the bar more and more. Of course, Hermione teased him about it most times but, once in a while, she would seriously scold him, telling him he was better than something to be objectified. What was weighing on his mind was that she was right, even his child was getting bored with the scene. Maybe it was time to do something else.
Eric wondered if one night, the little witch would take him up on his offer of her curing his boredom. He had found himself thinking of her while feeding off his nightly pick and glamoring them to think they had had sex. After spending time with Hermione the slags of the bar no longer appealed to him. He was also thankful the little witch had gifted him with a few air diffusers that took the stench of sex and desperation away. He had one in his office and two in the bar. The bar's scents weren't totally gone, that would have raised a few brows but they were muted to a more tolerable level.
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"Good evening, Eric" the message said.
"Good evening, little witch. How was your day?" he returned.
"Long, busy and absolutely horrendous!" she answered.
"Sorry to hear that. I could make it better." Eric sent.
"I'm sure you could." Hermione replied.
"You could pop over and allieve both our nights of frustration." Eric thought as he chuckled.
"And if I did?" Hermione asked, causing Eric to pause. "What certainty do I have that it would be pleasurable?" filled the gap.
"Oh, Lover, I would spend all night showing you what a thousand plus years a vampire have done for me." Eric replied with a wicked grin.
"Oh really? Tempting, I must say." Hermione answered.
"Stop resisting and come to me. " Eric told her, truly wanting the feisty witch to appear before him.
"Not the bar." was her quick reply, making Eric's grin widen and spirits soar.
"I am at home, Lover. Should I expect you soon?" he inquired.
"Maybe." came through before "Give me an hour." a few minutes later turning Eric's grin predatory.
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It was almost an hour later when the petite brunette showed up in Eric's living room. He had been reading on the couch when he heard the telltale sound of apparation. After marking his spot he looked up and drank in the vision before him. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back, she wore no makeup and had dressed in a flowing red satin gown that just touched the floor with a slit up to the hip on the right side. Black lace covered her breasts to v down to her navel. She was simply stunning to him.
Eric stood slowly and walked towards her as his eyes roamed her feminine curves. When his gaze met hers, he quite enjoyed the look of arousal shining back at him. He felt a surge of pure male pride when Hermione leaned into his touch with a sigh as his hands cupped her face to bring her lips to his. As soon as their lips met, Eric let out a low growl, her lips were softer than he imagined. Then she stepped into his body and the world fell away for both of them.
Eric allowed his hands to reverently glide along her body until they could cup her bum and pull her even tighter against him before lifting her to carry to his bedroom; such an exquisite bounty was meant to be savored properly and laid out on his silk sheets. He gracefully crawled up his bed before gently laying his beauty down and releasing her lips to kiss, nibble and suck all skin exposed, enjoying the sounds he evoked from her. As he slipped the straps down her arms, making sure to explore the glorious globes now exposed, his witch started to writhe and run her hands through his hair causing Eric to moan. When he slid the gown off her body, he couldn't help but admire her perfectly toned body for a moment before continuing to kiss, lick and nibble his way to the hidden treasure at the juncture of her thighs.
He looked up as his tongue tasted Hermione for the first time to find her watching him before her head was thrown back on a lusty moan. He took his time pleasuring her, taking her to the edge only to change the angle or stroke before she could fall over. When he heard her whispered, "Eric, please." was when he allowed her to completely fall into bliss. He continued to lap up her essence until she calmed a bit then he kissed his way back to her lips for a searing kiss as he slid home in her heated core. She was hot, wet, tight and oh so welcoming. Eric knew if he got his way, she would be the only one he would enjoy for however long she would allow. After giving Hermione a few minutes to adjust to his size, Eric started a dance as old as time itself. He changed their positions multiple times; making sure his witch would orgasm at least once before changing. However, his favorite quickly became her riding him. He enjoyed being able to touch all of her as well as watch the pleasure sweep her away.
Close to sunrise, Eric carried Hermione to the shower and they each washed the night's activities away with tender and gentle ministrations. Once done, they dried each other before Hermione used magic to dry her hair while Eric changed out the sheets before he carried her back to bed. As he laid on his back, he couldn't keep the satisfied smile off his face as Hermione draped herself across his chest with a contented sigh, making Eric feel as though the future had brightened considerably.
~Fin~