Never the Twain Shall Meet
{Ron bashing and lemons}
Hermione woke up in her bed tangled up in blankets; the house was quiet and she didn't smell coffee brewing. She groaned her parents and Marcus were taking shifts watching over the little boy they had operated on just yesterday.
She decided to spend some time writing her essay and filling out an apprentice questionnaire and forming her project proposal under the tutelage of Lord Meggers.
She owled Sirius asking if she could spend some time in the library and he owled back telling her to come over.
Seven hours later a starved, but satisfied Hermione packaged everything up and put away the books she was using.
She emerged from the library looking pale and drawn, her hair knotted from twirling it around her finger while she was thinking and her bottom lip numb from being chewed on all day.
Sirius looked up from the book he was reading at the kitchen table, "Hey kitten, I thought we were gonna have to come rescue you."
Her stomach let out a loud complaint at the lack of sustenance and Remus stood from his chair, "Sit. I'll make us dinner." He said.
"So what was so important then?" Sirius asked.
Hermione brought them up to speed on everything, Blaise, Marcus – Sirius's expression changed when she brought Marcus up and she made a mental note to ask Marcus.
Surrey Estates, Lunch with purebloods, Ginny and Molly – both men frowned in distaste as Ginny had thrown herself at both of them at one time or another in the past year and a half. Cornerstone, her parents' plans and what she was doing all day today.
Remus' eyebrows had not returned to their normal position, "Wow Mya, that's … Wow. Why Kingston? And Ginny's pregnant?" he asked trying to focus himself to one question, but couldn't.
"He's the best." She said.
"He's also a snarky git who doesn't play well with others." Sirius said.
Remus snorted, "Sounds like a certain potions master we know."
"He's also the best at what he does." Hermione pointed out.
"So does that mean that you're going to turn into a snarky witch-git who doesn't play well with others?" he teased.
Remus smacked on the back of the head.
Just then Harry and Ron walked in, "Oi what's for dinner Moony?" Harry asked jovially before he spotted Hermione.
Remus and Sirius both smiled, "Harry." They greeted and Sirius nodded towards her.
Harry smiled and walked to her chair to pull her up, "Hey sweetness!" he said kissing her cheek.
He sat down pulling her with him to sit on his lap. She didn't mind they were fairly affectionate, but this was new.
She looked into his eyes – they were slightly dilated and she gave a slight giggle.
He exhaled and she could smell a faint scent of fire whiskey, "Have I told you how lucky I am that you're my family, Mya? Not to mention that you're hot!" he slurred.
Sirius and Remus chuckled.
She smiled and blushed prettily, "Just exactly, how much have you had to drink, Harry?" she asked.
"Not nearly enough." He said smiling and then lowered his voice and his forehead to hers, "I don't tell you often, but I love you." he said quietly and tightened his grip around her waist.
"I love you too." She said.
"Get a room!" Ron said interrupting the moment.
They both frowned at him, "What? You two are all lovey dovey, I'm beginning to think Ginny was right."
Hermione sighed and got up, "Ginny wasn't right, Ronald. Harry and I are family." She said and moved to sit in her chair, but Ron moved so fast that she ended up plopping on his lap.
She jumped up like she was burned but he grabbed her waist before she could get her bearings.
"Ronald!" she snapped.
Sirius was scowling and tense; Remus had moved closer to the table and Harry was surprised at Rons rough treatment.
"'Mione, you've never sat on my lap." He said his lips touching the back of her shoulder.
She shrugged and he squeezed tighter.
"Can't you feel what you do to me?" he whispered and shifted his position so that his erection could be felt through his pants and on her bum. He pulled her down at the same time and circled his hips.
She gasped and started struggling adamantly now; it was only a second before Sirius pulled her up handing her off to Remus and Harry.
Sirius growled and pulled Ron up by his ear, "It's time for you to go, boy." He threatened.
Sirius walked him out of the kitchen and Hermione sat down shaking her head, "You ok 'Mione?" Harry asked.
She waved him off, "Yes. He's drunk. I'm sure he'll feel stupid tomorrow morning." She said rolling her eyes at his behavior.
Suddenly they heard cursing and pounding footsteps and Ron rounding the corner into the kitchen.
In one fell swoop he had her up and in front of him, "We need to talk Mione." He said quietly not taking his eyes off of Harry and Remus.
Sirius came bursting through the door, "that dumb shit hexed me with a jelly legs jinx!"
Hermione would've laughed Sirius' irritated expression in another situation, as it was, she didn't feel too much like laughing right now.
With one arm around her waist, his other hand snaked up palm flat against her body feeling her waist, the side of her breast, over her collar bone and around her neck.
He pulled her closer walking backward and into the hall, "She'll be back soon." Ron said and pulled her out the door apperating to the Burrow of all places.
Once gone Harry pulled out his phone and texted Blaise and Draco:
Mya n trbl Blacks
A few second later he received two texts, one from Blaise and one from Draco:
Opn floo {DM}
She hurt? POP {BZ}
'POP' was their way of communicating apperating in; Harry texted Blaise back: Not Yet and went to open the floo for Malfoy.
The flames turned green and out stepped Draco gracefully entering the Black Family Library. The front door opened and Blaise called out. Sirius and Remus walked to meet the dark handsome Italian.
"So what happened?" Draco asked after everyone greeted each other.
"I was at the Burrow; we were drinking…." Harry started but was interrupted.
"I thought you didn't get along any more, you don't hang out with him at school." Blaise asked
Harry shrugged, "He screwed up… a lot, but I was feeling nostalgic. So I went to extend an olive branch, you know?"
They all nodded in understanding, "so then what?" Draco asked.
"Ron hadn't seen Sirius or Remus in a while and wanted to come over to say hello." Harry said looking at his Godfather and now just realizing how odd that sounded coming from Ron.
"When we got here, Hermione was here sitting in the kitchen. I don't know what came over me, I hugged her and sat her on my lap…" Harry was looking at his lap; Draco was looking surprised and Blaise was looking fit to be tied.
"I told her … well I just told her she was appreciated and Ron turned into a nutter."
He said looking around at the scowling faces.
"Why was she here?" Blaise asked.
"Library." Remus and Sirius said in unison.
The three boys nodded their heads.
"So…anyway, Ron pulled her on his lap and I couldn't hear what he said, but she blushed and started struggling. Sirius pulled her up and took him outside. He hexed Sirius and ran back in, taking Hermione by her throat and out the door." Harry finished.
"We don't know where he took her?" Draco asked barely able to control his anger
"The Burrow." Remus and Sirius said again in unison.
"How do you know?" Harry asked
"Where else would he take her?" Sirius responded.
Harry looked at him, "the shrieking shack?"
Sirius and Remus shook their heads, "Remus has it warded."
"Shouldn't we go then?" Blaise asked; he needed them as he didn't know where the Burrow was.
Harry paused, "Should we tell Marcus?"
Blaise and Draco looked at each other for a split second, "No." they said together.
***the Burrow
When she opened her eyes again the ground was spinning; Ron was not the most eloquent at apperating and worse at taking someone side-along.
She unconsciously grabbed onto his forearm to steady herself, she felt his warm hand cover hers and she pulled away, "Why are we here?" she asked.
"I wanted some time with you alone." He said simply, wrapping a strong around her shoulders.
"Ronald I'm seeing someone, please stop this." She pleaded.
She really didn't want to hurt him, he was once a friend.
He turned her around so that they were face to face and cupped her cheeks quite roughly, "we're supposed to be together – Harry and Ginny, Me and You." he said his eyes bouncing between both of hers.
She felt bad for him, "Ginny is married and pregnant and you and I are no longer …anything. I was willing to move on, but after this …" she let the sentence trail off.
He was frustrated and she could see he was about to lose his temper; he clamped his large hands on her shoulders and shook her slightly, "I can't believe you would just throw everything we've been through together away like that." He said forgetting himself and walking away from her.
She looked around; they were inside the anti-apperition wards.
She turned around and ran for it, just two seconds and she'd be outside the wards, but he was too fast and tackled her, "OOOMPH!" He rolled them over straddling her. He pulled her arms above her head and held her hands in place with one of his.
She started screaming and struggling… he didn't know what to do so he cast a silencing spell and wrapped his hand around her throat cutting off her air supply. When her lips turned blue he eased up, but she was still gasping for air.
"If you're going to leave me 'Mione, I want something in return." He said his eyes roaming her small curvy body.
She shook her head violently and fought him; she couldn't concentrate enough to perform any of the wandless spells she knew and she had dropped her wand when he tackled her.
He ripped her shirt and pulled at her jeans.
She was squirming too forcefully so he went to work on loosening the buckle on his pants and pulling out his erection.
Her eyes widened when he pulled his member out of his pants and renewed her struggle trying to scream, but no sound would emerge.
She thought she heard POPs, but was too focused on trying to stop him.
Suddenly he was thrown back and she scrambled away to be caught by Draco who fell to the ground with her, she screamed silently and when she realized it was him she folded into his arms and sobbed gripping the lapels of his robes.
All he heard were the noiseless huffs of her crying.
He watched as Blaise, Sirius, Harry and Remus beat the living daylights out of the youngest Weasley.
Draco ended the silencing spell and picked her up. He caught Remus' eye and mouthed Malfoy Manor, the werewolf nodded and then returned to beating Ron.
The entered the library; Lucius and Narcissa smiled then frowned when they saw the state of the little witch held in his arms, "Weasley … he tried to ..um…" his voice cracked and he looked at his father.
His father nodded and stepped back to allow Draco to put her on the couch in front of the fire. Narcissa immediately went to the girls side and knelt down, "Mya?" she called softly
The girl opened her eyes and to the lovely and concerned ice blue eyes of Narcissa Malfoy.
She gasped and sat up; Narcissa looked her over and winced at the purple bruises on her neck in the shape of fingers, she had scratches and scrapes along her arms where her sleeves were ripped and her hair was a mess with sticks and leaves. Her face dirty and tear streaked she leaned into the open arms of the older witch and sobbed.
Lucius called a house elf that was competent with healing spells to come check Hermione over.
Two hours later Hermione had bathed and donned a pair of Draco's sweats and a sweatshirt; she was laying on the sofa in front of the fire place her head on Blaise's lap and her feet on Harry's.
She had tried to talk earlier, but her throat was very sore and the elf couldn't heal that, nor could he completely get rid of the bruises.
Draco was sitting in the seat across from them; he'd tried to call Marcus earlier, but got his voice mail so he called Pucey.
Draco felt the wards shift and opened the door to Adrian.
They walked in together, not speaking a word.
Adrian took in everything at once, Hermione was lying on the couch, Blaise was stroking her hair and Harry had his hands resting on her feet. She was staring at the fire with her hands curled under her chin and the sweats she was wearing were five sizes too large.
He looked at Draco and motioned out in the hall, "Where is Weasley now?" Adrian asked.
"St. Mungos."
Adrian raised his eye brows, "do we know why he did this?"
Draco shook his head, "he just kind of flipped out. We'll learn more when Mya is able to talk."
"She can't talk?" Adrian asked.
Draco shook his head again, "No, he choked her. She still has bruises. Twinks says it will take a few days for her voice to return to normal."
"Did you tell Marcus?"
"I called, but couldn't get a hold of him." Draco answered and walked back in.
Adrian sighed, he did not envy Weasley right now, once Marcus was through with him, he'll be lucky to walk away alive.
He pulled out his phone. Dialing. Ringing.
"'Lo." Answered the tired voice.
"How long have you been asleep?" Adrian asked.
He heard the bed covers ruffle as Marcus looked at the clock, "six hours, why?"
"Get dressed and come to Malfoy Manor." He said and hung up.
Marcus looked at his phone; he hadn't heard Pucey so serious in years. He quickly got out of bed and showered; before he got dressed he called Hermione.
***Malfoy Manor
The familiar tune of her ring tone sounded and she didn't make a move; just continued to stare at the fire.
Blaise had picked up her phone and her wand from the field and brought them back with him while Sirius and Remus escorted Ron to St. Mungo's.
Blaise picked up the phone and answered, "Marcus." He said.
Marcus was surprised and then angry when he recognized the voice answering HIS witches phone as Blaise Zabini, "Where's Mya?" he snapped.
"She's here, but can't talk. We're at Malfoy Manor, you should come." He said softly and hung up not wanting to bother Mya.
He looked down at the lovely witch using his lap as a pillow; his hand tenderly continued stroking her hair; he wanted to kill Weasley. How could anyone want to hurt this angel? His heart ached; he loved her and will probably always love her…
Marcus was worried now and got dressed.
Draco felt the wards shift once more and opened the door to the large wizard.
Marcus looked down at Draco and then bounced back up searching, "where is she?" he asked and walked into the foyer.
Draco grabbed his arm, "Marcus, wait."
Something in the tone of Draco's voice gave pause to Marcus' temper; he turned and waited for Draco to explain.
Adrian heard the door and quietly got up to meet them.
Draco didn't know where to start, Marcus was large, powerful and was extremely possessive – he was mildly worried that Marcus would end up hexing him. He sighed in relief when Adrian called Marcus' name.
"Marcus. Mya was attacked." Pucey said quietly
Marcus stiffened, but waited for the rest of it, "Weasley flipped out and tried to …take what wasn't his to take." Adrian said looking at Marcus intensely.
Marcus was gritting his teeth and it felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of the room with his magic swirling around them, "Was… he …successful?" he bit out
"No, they got there in time."
"Got where? He kidnapped her too?" he asked.
Draco nodded, "The burrow. He took her from Grimmauld Place after hexing Sirius."
"What was she doing there?"
"Library." Draco and Adrian said in unison.
Marcus was torn between gong to his witch and taking her away from everyone and killing Weasley. Adrian solved the dilemma for him in the next moment, "If you kill him you'll go to Azkaban. They don't allow visitors."
Marcus nodded, "Where is she?" he asked.
"In the library." Adrian said not wanting to mention that she was being comforted physically by two other wizards; we'll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it… he thought.
***crossing bridge
Marcus walked in quietly, already angry and concerned, the scene in front of him provoked further rage.
Marcus was three seconds away from ripping Blaise's hand from his person and burning it to ash.
When Marcus walked in Blaise stopped mid-stroke.
However, the fragile look on Mya's face was enough to push the hand-burning impulse aside and kneel in front of the couch, "Hermione?" Marcus said softly not sure if he should touch her, but wanting nothing more.
Her eyes returned focus and met his gaze; all at once a flood of emotion came crashing down upon her like ocean waves on sea side rocks; she sat up and launched herself at the strong wizard.
He grabbed onto her tightly; she was talking, but he couldn't understand what she was saying, her face was buried in his neck, her voice was hoarse and cracked and she was crying and hiccupping and squeezing. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, though he was kneeling and she was still seated on the couch they were firmly pressed together.
He put his face in her neck and whispered, "You come with me okay?"
She nodded jerkily and he stood with her still wrapped around him. Lifting and carrying her was effortless for him as he strode towards the door to exit the Manor and walked out to the apparition point.
He cast a warming spell around them and apperated them back to his place without a word to the other wizards.
*** Other wizards
They all watched as Marcus took 'their' witch away; Adrian, Draco and Harry smirked as her dark knight held her possessively. Blaise was more than annoyed, but wasn't in any position to do anything about it.
They all had a drink after the two left.
*** Marcus' flat
He laid her on his bed, still warm from where he slept. He crawled in beside her and took her in his arms; he stroked her hair {as if showing her he could do it better than Blaise} and caressed her back under the sweatshirt Draco provided.
She looked up and met his eyes; she swallowed and rose up to taste his lips softly. He responded and pulled her a little tighter.
Her tongue drifted across his lower lip requesting entry; he complied and parted his lips to take her in; gently sucking on her tongue while her fingers played with the hair trailing from his belly button and falling below the waist band of his pants.
He shifted.
She pushed on top of him and he pulled back, "Princess?" he asked, not wanting to do anything to hurt her further.
His eyes scanning her face, her cheeks- her nose- her mouth-her chin, his eyes fell to her neck where they narrowed when he saw the yellowing bruises. His fingers brushed over them softly.
His hand swept to the back of her neck and he pulled her down for another kiss.
As they were kissing she brought her leg over his and straddled him; grinding gently she heard him moan and move his lips to her cheek where he held her head still for a moment; as if he wouldn't be able to breathe if she moved away.
"Princess…" he said as he was about to object, but was met with her small finger to his lips silencing him.
"I want it to be you." she whispered softly meeting his gaze.
His hands worked quickly to pull the sweat shirt off revealing her beautiful breasts with rosy nipples calling for him.
He pulled her down and latched on to a nipple making her gasp and arch her back to give him more.
She gripped his shoulders as he suckled gently and nipped at her then balm it with his tongue; he squeezed and gently pinched making her pant in satisfaction.
He sat up and pulled his shirt off surprised at how she gripped his chest immediately and kissed his neck, shoulders, and pectorals – he jumped when she bit his nipple and pulled her up for a kiss when she circled her hips.
His hands had trouble moving on from her perfect breasts, but eventually they floated down her waist and settled around her hips. He slid his fingers inside her waistband and pulled her sweats down. She maneuvered so could removed the article of clothing.
He threw them aside; she was sitting between his legs on her knees watching him look at her naked form.
He swallowed and was having trouble breathing, he sat up and opened his arms, "come here." He whispered.
She crawled onto his lap meeting his passionate kiss wanting more of him.
She tugged at his pants and he pulled her hands away, she furrowed her brow and pulled back frowning.
He smiled, "let me please you Princess." He said and pushed her to her back.
His hands were everywhere, caressing and kneading her body. His mouth, warm and wet, worshiped her breasts and neck.
Her small hands gripped his muscled arms helping her to arch her body seeking desperately for more of him.
He moved down and spread her thighs gently – he paused when he caught sight of a few yellowed bruises on her inner thigh. Her whispered plea caused him to lean forward and kiss each mark.
His lips traveled closer to her heat as his large hands molded and massaged the firm, round globes of her bum.
His thumbs were coming close to her back passage and she could feel his hot breath on her nether lips. She spread her legs wider and pushed down to get closer.
He ended her suffering and licked her slowly.
He pushed one finger into her while his lightly brushing across that beautiful, sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Yes..." she hissed, pressing against him as he pumped gently in and out of her tight canal.
His eyes were trained on her, memorizing every little reaction that flickered across her pretty face as he fucked her with his finger and tongue.
He pressed ever so slightly up against the wall of her sweet passage, gently massaging the spongy tissue there.
Her eyes flew open, a look of desperate hunger in her eyes.
"Again!" she gasped.
He was more than happy to comply, again, again, again, until her back arched and she tightened around his finger; his thumb picked up where his tongue left off and his lips crashed down on hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure.
As she floated down he removed the rest of his clothing and caressed her body, "Marcus." She called pulling him in for a kiss, "I want you in me."
He pushed up so that they were in the middle of the bed, "I don't know if I can last, Princess and it will hurt." He said watching her reaction.
She moved her hand from his shoulder to his waist the front of his hips – he lifted a little to allow her hand access.
He hissed in pleasure when her small hand found its target.
Her eyes widened when she felt how large he was; she'd seen him before, but now he was going to put it inside her.
He soothed her, "its ok Princess, if you aren't ready…"
She squeezed him and he moaned thrusting into her hand, "I want you Marcus. I … I…"
She shut her eyes and only opened them when he spoke, "I love you too princess. I don't know when or how, but you're mine." He said and coated his member in her slick release making her arch and moan.
"Open for me princess." He told her. She did.
He pulled her knee high on his hip parting her further, "relax." He said
He pushed forward slowly, her breathing labored and her grip on his upper arms getting tight.
He pulled out and pushed forward again deeper, she squeeked.
He pulled out all the way and stroked her clit with his tongue to assuage the intrusion.
He climbed up and met her lips in a deep consuming kiss; he thrust forward and felt her hymen tear. She stiffened in pain.
He kept her knee on his hip and kissed her, but didn't move, "Let me in, Princess." He said through clenched teeth. She was so tight it almost hurt.
His statement indicated that he wasn't all the way in and that she had tensed up and he couldn't move.
She panted and focused on relaxing.
Once she relaxed a bit, he pushed forward.
She felt like she couldn't breathe –she was so full. Stretched and it only hurt for a moment; a slight burning sensation, but it was already going away.
He gently pulled out and she mewled at the sudden loss, he moved down to ease her pain by ministering to the injured area with his tongue. Long strokes, languid and patient, wiped away the result of ripped skin and stretched entries. Placing her leg over his shoulder and pressing the other flat on the bed he parted her again.
The taste of her was more than Marcus could take; it aroused him in the dark recesses of his mind, to lick the blood from her deflowering and drink in her virginal essence was a gift beyond what Marcus thought he was worthy; still he lapped at her deliberately.
When she gripped his hair and gasped his name as her orgasm came upon her; he continued his gentle ministration swallowing her juices with pleasure.
He moved up and entered her once again, kissing her softly and sliding inside and out in long smooth strokes.
She met his strokes by lifting her hips to him and opening her legs wider, "talk to me Princess. Do you like this?" he asked pushing deep inside her making her gasp.
"Oh yes. I feel so full, Marcus. You fit inside me so…. well. Gods Marcus, harder!" she whispered.
He groaned at her commanded and yielded. He pushed inside again - harder, "Princess, I'm gonna cum…"
He couldn't help but thrust hard, making her whimper, which only served to make him pump faster.
"Princess….. Open for me, open princess!… yessssss."
She came again with him whispering, "I love you I love you I love you" like a mantra in her hoarse and cracked voice.
He panted and rolled to her side, "I love you to Princess. Now let's get under the covers, yes?"
She nodded and felt a tingle across her abdomen – he cast a contraceptive spell and cleaned them up.
She smiled her thanks and together, wrapped in each other's arms, they fell asleep.
