DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

Normal Life Doesn't Exist

Chapter 15

Hermione clutched the girls closer to her, daring anyone to try and take them away from her. She'd let them take one child; they aren't taking another two.

"Hermione, you know we have to." Harry coaxed, approaching them slowly.

"If you think I'm just going to let you kill my children-!" she began, preparing to go on a rant but Harry held up on impatient hand and interrupted, knowing she was about to go on and on.

"Who said anything about killing them? No, no, no, we don't kill children."

"Makes a change from last time." She snapped coldly.

Harry looked back just as coldly. If Hermione hadn't been full of so much anger, she would have almost pissed herself. His eyes flicked down to her left hand, eyeing the ring on her finger. "Do you remember when He put that on your finger? Why He put it there?"

"Because He loves me."

Harry laughed, sending a chill down her spine. "Not when He first put it there. He might love you now, might, but He didn't then. Tell me, Hermione, why did He put it there? I'll tell you why; He wanted to own you, possess you."

"No, He didn't! He did it because He loves me."

"Mione, Mione, Mione..." he tutted, "aren't you listening? Even if He loves you now, He didn't then. He claimed you out of possessiveness, obsession, greed." He looked at Jane and Merope. "What about them?"

"What about them?" she demanded, bringing her children closer to her side.

"What does He think of them?"

"They're His little girls, what do you think He thinks?!"

"Did He want them?" She opened her mouth to speak but he cut across her. "How did He react when you told him? Was He happy? Did He cry? I bet He didn't. I'll tell you why; He never wanted kids. You know why? Because you're just cunt to Him!"

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Hermione awoke violently, shooting up in bed, wishing the dream away. But she knew well that it wasn't a dream; it would happen eventually. She looked to the other side of the bed and sighed sadly as it was empty - Tom was still very upset with her. She lay back against the pillows, turned over and looked at the clock, '7:12 AM'. She groaned and lay in bed for a minute or two but pulled herself out of bed. She shuffled over to the archway separating her from the girls and looked in. Completely asleep. She smiled at them and walked into the bathroom, did her business and showered. As she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, she jumped when she saw Tom sitting on the bed with the girls either side of him, reading them a story. They looked up when the door opened and the girls smiled at her, Tom simply looked back to the storybook.

"Hi, mummy!" the girls squealed, clambering off the bed and running into her.

"Hey, girls!" she cried, hugging them tightly and kissing their heads.

"Daddy's reading us a story!"

"Oh! What story is it?" she asked, walking back to the bed with them. She didn't mind being in only a towel around her husband or children because Tom had had her naked many a time and she and the girls often bathed together, mainly for her to ensure that they were washing properly.

"Jack and the Beanstalk."

"Is it good?"

"Yeah! Daddy can do the Giant's voice really good!"

"Ooh, can he?"

"Yeah!"

"What else can he do?"

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The girl's were asleep that night and Hermione was running a bath. Tom checked that the girls were out cold before sneaking into the bathroom. Hermione looked up from washing her mouth from brushing her teeth.

"Hi."

"We need to talk." He said, shutting the door and silencing the room.

"What about?"

"Draco." She groaned and said his name in anguish but he interrupted her. "I know that it 'just happened' and I accept that. That's fine. What I want to know is how far you'd take it."

"How far...?"

"How much do you like him? Would you sleep with him again? Would you sneak around and crawl into his bed at night?"

"Tom, I won't even talk to him if you don't want me to." Normally she wouldn't be that submissive but she wanted her husband to know that he came first.

Tom looked at the floor for a moment and then back to her. "You can have him."

"What?"

"You can have him. You can have him, Lucius and Abraxas. And you'll have me. Is that what you-?"

She interrupted him by grabbing his face, pulling him down and kissing him feverishly. Before he could register what was happening, he was pushed down on the side of the tub, his shirt being ripped open and he was doing the same to her own shirt. She tried to straddle him, placing her knees on the side of the tub but she was too short and he ended up picking her up, staggering forwards and placing her on the counter. Their lips stayed glued together as they worked Hermione's skirt up and Tom's trousers down. Tom pushed into her in a lustful daze and only really realised that he was actually inside her when she broke away from his mouth to moan quietly.

"Silenced the room, love. Oh, fuck!" he cursed when she squeezed around him slightly.

"Tom! Fuck me Tom fuck me Tom fuck me!" she chanted mindlessly.

He gave a hard thrust and she climaxed almost painfully round him. He roared his own completion and they collapsed together. She panted for a while before he kissed her forehead and picked her up, sitting her on the edge of the bath which was nearly full to the brim. He turned it off quickly and disrobed her completely. He then just pushed her into the soapy water. She came up and spluttered and he laughed and jumped in after her.

After a while of playfully splashing each other, they lay calmly in the other's arms, bathing in the aftermath of another hurried joining that had the floor soaked.

"Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"About Draco. You weren't just saying that to appease me, were you?"

"Of course I was."

"Tom!"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow, love."