"Is she going to be okay, Blaise (Apollo)?" Hermione could hear the faint sound of her cousin, Lily.
"She is going to be fine," Blaise's voice was much closer to her than Lily (Athena).
"Why would her mother do this to her?" the quiet weeping of her other cousin Astoria (Artemis), was enough to crack her eyes open.
"Look, her eyes are opening," Lily said much closer than she was before, "Hermione, can you hear me?"
"Yea," her voice sounded weird and her eyebrows burrowed in confusion.
"It's okay, Hermione," she could see the dark skinned god come into her vision, "I had to force some ambrosia and nectar down your throat in order to heal your wound. So your throat will be a little rough."
"I wasn't dreaming then was I," she said.
"No you were not," Blaise said and Hermione saw him glance between the other goddesses.
"What is it, Blaise?" she said as she slowly moved to sit up. Lily and Astoria rushed forward and helped her and she was glad since she was feeling light headed.
"You are not going to like this, Hermione," Blaise said.
"Harry has…," Astoria trailed off as she had found a sudden interest in her bare feet.
"What has Harry done, Astoria?" Hermione asked more forcefully.
"Harry has proclaimed war upon Draco," Lily said, "The cause is your kidnap."
"But he returned me," Hermione said, "And-and-and he didn't even do anything. As I have said before he-," Astoria placed a finger on her mouth, silencing her.
"We know, Hermione," Astoria smiled.
"I need to speak with Harry," Hermione said as she rose off the bed.
"Are you sure, Hermione?" Lily said, more motherly like than her own mother at the moment.
"I am fine," she said and she turned to face her friends, "Please leave, I need to get dressed," and her friends smiled as they left.
She sighed and that was when the tears flowed down her cheeks. She fell back on her bed and she cradled her head in her hands. Why was she feeling like this? No one had ever affected her this way… it felt like her heart was being torn apart. Draco… Draco… Draco… Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco… that name no longer was painful to say. She gasped and she looked up at the mirror in front of her. She was in love… was it even possible to fall in love in a day? She sighed and tried to calm herself down… she needed to talk to Harry. She stood up and walked over to the pile of cloth on the foot of her bed. She picked up the cloth and looked at it. She sighed as she saw the white fabric. Why did everything have to be white for her? Oh, that's right, she said, she was a virgin.
She pulled her chlamys off and put the new one on, pinning the two ends of the fabric with gold pins up at her shoulders. She used her fingers to pull the knots apart in her hair and then she worked thin strands of gold into her hair. She picked up the dusty black stick from off the silver box Astoria gave her and coated the line of skin above her eyelashes in deep black. She then looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was ready. She walked out of her one roomed house that Ron (Hephaestus) had made for all of them and walked along the path that led up to the first house, Harry's. As she walked there she thought about what she was going to say to him. She knew that Harry would not agree to this without persuasion or some gift to give him, but what would she give him? She finally came to the very large one room house that belonged to her uncle.
She could hear soft moans and grunts from inside and she suppressed a smile. She raised her hand to knock but then the golden door burst open. She covered her mouth from shock and then she started to giggle. A dirty blonde female went running out of the room with the smell of male and rain. The female wore beads in her hair and the clothing she carried was a dark green and tan color; the colors of the Wood Nymphs. Hermione walked into the room and chuckled again at all the rumpled sheets that Hermione was sure that the water nymphs and servants were going to have fun cleaning.
"Hermione," she heard Harry and she bowed low at the sound.
"Uncle," she said and looked up. Harry was lounging on his bed made of the softest feathers. He was completely naked but a thin white sheet covered most of him. One muscular and somewhat hairy leg was raised and bear to her eyes.
"What have you come to me for?" he asked.
"I have come for a favor," she said as she rose from her bow, "Please; do not rage war on your brother. He meant me no harm."
"I think not," he said and waved her off, "Now go."
"Please, Uncle!" she rushed forward to him, a pale skinny hand resting on his white sheet. She suddenly felt hot and sweaty but she tried to forget about it, "I beg of you. I will stay here and you can choose my husband for me if only you do not battle with him."
"Hmm," Harry pretended to think, "Still, no."
Hermione sighed and she felt a tear rush down her cheek. She knew what she needed to do, "I will make a trade with you."
"I'm listening," Harry said in a way that seemed to her like he knew something.
"In exchange for no battle and for Lord Draco to be invited to every celebration that you hold," Harry's mouth dropped at that, "I will gladly give myself to you…," she breathed in, "All of me."
She watched Harry smiled, "All of you?" his eyes roamed over her face and body.
She nodded, "All of me, my body is yours."
"Deal," Harry said with a smirk on his face, "We shall have a celebration tonight, to celebrate the treaty between my kingdom and Neville's (Poseidon) with Draco's (Hades) kingdom. You," he sat up and reached out, "on the other hand, will dance for us all," his finger tip traced the edge of her jaw and she tried not to grimace, "And then later that night, you will come to me. Do you understand, my Hermione?"
She nodded, tears building up behind her eyes, "Yes."
"Good," and he laid back down, "Now, give me a kiss and you may go," Hermione walked over to his side of the bed and leaned down. Cupping his face, she closed her eyes, and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. Harry moaned, "I cannot wait till tonight, my Hermione. You may leave," and he closed his eyes.
Hermione walked out of their quicker than a new born foul and her tears raced down her cheeks falling to the ground where heleinium rose in groups of dark red. She raced to her house where she collapsed onto her bed; the pillowing drowning her cries. She was followed by the dark brunette goddess of the hunt.
"Hermione?" she heard the goddess come up next to her. Astoria sat down on her bed and rubbed soothing circles into her back, "Hermione, tell me what's wrong?"
Hermione shook her head violently, "I can't, Astoria."
Astoria just sighed and she got up but Hermione did not look to see where she was going. Astoria reached for the golden pins, Hermione flinched away which Astoria thought weird. Astoria reached again and Hermione allowed her to lower the fabric to the rise of her arse. She felt a warm cloth on her back soothing the hot fever which was racing across her body and she sighed, her tears coming slower now.
"My mother does this for me whenever something makes me upset," Astoria said as she began to rub her upper back and the other hand rested on the warm cloth on her lower back, "Feel better?"
Hermione nodded through her tears.
"Want to tell me now, Hermione?" Astoria asked.
Hermione sighed, "I guess I should start from the beginning," and she began her story.
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It was during Draco's (Hades) last meal of the day that he received his second owl of the day. He picked up the familiar crisp parchment and read the note:
My dear brother,
I have been "persuaded" to ask for you to come to the celebration tonight. Here, I would like to offer you a treaty of peace between you and me and Neville. Also, someone you know, has asked for you to come to any of these celebrations whenever you will like.
I hope to see you there my dear brother or war upon your land and yourself.
-Harry
Draco smiled when he read the part about the celebrations, "I guess you really have kept your promise, my lady," he murmured, "But I wonder who persuaded, Harry," he thought out loud, "And what with and why is the word quoted?"
Draco got up off his seat, "Antonius!" he called out to his loyal servant who appeared by his side in a puff of yellow, "Lavender!" and Hermione's servant appeared from a smoke cloud of purple.
"My lord?" they bowed to him.
"I am going to a celebration party tonight on Mt. Hogwarts," he said and he shivered at the delight of seeing Hermione again, "I need to look my best," and the two servants smiled at how happy their master looked.