Warning: explicit sexual content
Hermione could not stop the grin that was on her face as she walked into her home. She was finally going to be with the man she loves which was what she always dreamed of since she was a young goddess. Walking around, she picked up piece of clothing and jewelry that she would need.
"Hermione?" she heard her best friend call out to her and Hermione looked up from gathering her stuff.
"Astoria," Hermione smiled brightly, "What can I help you with?"
Astoria (Artemis) eyed her belongings on the bed, "Where are you going?"
Hermione grabbed Astoria by her arm and pulled her down on the bed next to her, "You would not believe what just happened," and Hermione went into telling her story, "And then we kissed and here I am," by this time, Astoria was smiling.
"Oh my goddesses, Hermione," Astoria brought her in for a hug, "You are so lucky!"
Hermione giggled, "Thank you," and she got up, "Well, I must finish packing."
"Can I help you?" Astoria got up but their happiness turned sour.
"Help you with what?" a much more mature voice entered their conversation.
Both girls looked up at the door in horror, "Mother," Hermione said.
Hannah (Demeter) entered the small house, walking straight toward Hermione, "What's going on here?"
"Nothing," both girls said quickly as they hid Hermione's things behind them.
Hannah just glanced around them and then she flipped off the hook, "What is this?" she pushed the girls out of her road as Hermione's mother grabbed Hermione's traveling cloak, "Where do you think you are going?"
"Mother…," Hermione sighed and looked down at her feet, "I'm going away for a long time. Due to recent events, I am going to go see the world."
"Hermione-," Hannah tried to speak.
"Don't you just ever want to do that, mother," Hermione continued to speak as she walked toward her mother, "See the world, both the immortal and mortal?"
"Oh no you don't!" Hannah yelled at her, "You are not going anywhere!"
"But mother-," Hermione tried to speak.
"No!" Hannah screeched, "You are not going anywhere but to Father Harry's tent. It's time for you to grow up!" Hannah screamed and Hermione felt tears roll down her cheeks.
"She has grown up but you are to blind by to see that!" Astoria snapped and Hannah glared at her, "Ma'am," she added in a whisper.
"I'll forget that you even said that Astoria," Hannah said and then turned back to her daughter, "Now, Hermione, are you ready?"
Hermione felt rage fill her and she looked at her mother, "Φωτιά, φωτιά, φωτιά (Fire)," and Astoria and Hermione watched as everything around them caught on fire, an emerald green flame bursting into bloom licking away the gold inlay of Hermione's small hut. Hermione quickly grabbed her things and Astoria's hand and fled the burning building leaving her mother trying to escape the flames.
"Hermione," Astoria pulled on Hermione as they came to the entrance of the orchard.
"What is it?" Hermione looked at her friend.
"Darl-," a male voice came from nowhere and Hermione watched as a dark figure appeared from the trees, "Oh, you have company."
"Draco-," Hermione tried to explain but Astoria stepped forward.
"You must be Lord Draco," Astoria extended her hand in greeting and Draco (Hades) took it, slightly surprised at the wild goddess.
"That I am," and he kissed her hand, "And you must be Lady Astoria (Artemis). I always admired how you had a mind."
Astoria giggled, "Thank you," and she turned to Hermione, "I know what you are thinking but I must stay Hermione. Someone has to cover your ass while you're gone."
Hermione laughed and brought her friend into a hug, "I understand. Thank you for everything Astoria. I do not know what I would do without you."
Astoria laughed, "Well, just let me be at your binding ceremony and we'll be even."
"Of course," Draco said and held his hand out to Hermione, "Shall we go, my lady?"
Hermione let go of Astoria and placed her hand in Draco's, "We shall," and she turned to Astoria, "Thank you once again, Astoria."
Astoria waved her off, "Don't mention it. Go have fun and see the world."
"Thank you, Astoria," Draco said and he pulled Hermione into his arms, evaporating them into space.
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Hermione (Persephone) and Draco (Hades) landed in a haze of lust, love, and power. Hermione was not sure where they landed in the vast space of the Underworld for all she could see in front of her was her present and her future past. Draco raised one hand to cup her face, his thumbs ran over the soft skin of her cheeks. She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of their breathing.
"Hermione," his voice was gentle making her feel safe. Safer than anyone ever made her feel and this feeling caused her to open her eyes. Her soft brown doe eyes connected with his steel ones and all she saw within those grey abysses was love, unconditional love. That look was all she needed as she leaned up and connected their lips.
Draco's hand buried themselves into her soft and lush brown hair pulling her toward him. Hermione's hands ran down his neck to the clasp that held his cloak together and unclasped it. His black wings fell down behind him as she slowly shed each layer of his mask. Her hands ran over the black tunic he had on, she could feel the hard muscles of his chest shiver as she touched them. Draco's hands wondered down to her shoulders and with quick movements of his hands, he unclasped the pins holding her chlamys together and her white wings feel to her feet, leaving her completely bare. Draco let go of her lips and traveled down the length of her neck, sucking on her tender flesh causing Hermione to moan.
Hermione's fingers clumsily roamed down the front of Draco's chest to the belt that wrapped around his waist. She pulled on the thick leather and it came loose quickly. She then pushed the fabric up and Draco broke away from her to help Hermione pull his long tunic off. Draco's hands latched onto Hermione's hips and he pulled them together, both moaning as they felt each other's skin and body heat. His hands traveled down to the back of her thighs and in one swift moment, he raised her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. His erection was nestled in her virgin folds and he had to hold back the animal inside that one wanted to slip inside her and pound away. But this would be her first time and he wanted to take it slow, show her what real passion and love was and not how Harry (Zeus) showed it to be. He knew that they would have plenty of time to discover each other, years and centuries; they had forever/
He walked forward with her still wrapped around him until he felt his bed hit his shins. Gently he laid her down upon the black silk fabric of his bed and looked down upon her. She lay beneath him, her dark brown hair surrounding her face in a halo of darkness. Her cheeks were pink with blush and her lips were parted as she breathed in heavy desire. Her brown eyes glistened with desire and love as she looked up at him. Her milky white flesh seemed to glow as it lay upon his sheets. To him she looked like some forbidden creature who deep within held the darkest and deepest passions. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready, my love?" his tongue swiped out to lick the soft flesh beneath her ear, his hips positioned themselves in between her milky thighs.
"Yes," she said in a breathy voice and in one swift movement he entered her. Her face wrinkled in pain as he took her virginity and he paused. His breathing was hard as he tried to control the animal in him.
"Are you okay?" he asked and she nodded.
With her answer, he began his steady thrusts inside her soaked walls. Soon, he felt her match his pace, her hips touching his every time she took him inside her. He hissed in pleasurable pain as her nails raked down his back and her breast brushed against his chest. He leaned down and began to suckle on the side of her neck. She knew that he was marking her, letting the world know she was taken, and she moaned at that thought. She wrapped her legs around his waist even tighter as she felt that beautiful pleasure build up inside her. Draco could feel her start to shake and her beginning orgasm. He let go of her neck and brought his lips down upon hers slowing her movements. It was then in that moment she bloomed for him beneath his fingers and his lips, a glorious bud burst forth from inside her and for the first time in her life, she felt whole. He came a second later with a growl of her name to her lips, spilling his seed deep within her.
They lay there together tangled in their flesh as they panted heavily, both not quite sedated. Hermione held her lover to her breast as if he were a child. She could feel his seed soak her inner thighs and she smiled for there was no mortal or immortal she would rather have be the father of her children than Draco.
"What are you smiling at?" Draco looked up into his lover's face.
"Children, my darling," she smiled at him and he mirrored her. He then sealed their lips once more but it was a quick kiss and Draco rested his forehead against her own.
"Would you be my queen, Hermione?" he asked her in a gentle voice.
"I will be, my lord, if you'll have me," was her response and with that Draco decided to show her exactly how he worshiped his Queen of the Underworld.
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"NO!" the goddess Hannah's screams echoed across Mt. Hogwarts and many of the immortals cringed at how like a siren she sounded. Her flesh was burned in certain areas and her hair was chopped but none of it mattered. Her daughter was gone and all of her dreams vanished with her.
It was all that Hannah wanted for Hermione; for her daughter to have a husband who had a position in their immortal world and for her grandchildren to be perfect. Hannah even wanted deep down inside her for Hermione to lay with Harry for Hannah saw that her brother was a perfect specimen to take away her daughter's pesky virginity. Hannah wanted her daughter to not be how she was, an old goddess who did not give her virtue away till she met Morpheus. Hannah wanted Hermione to be a good girl when she was younger but when she got older, Hannah wanted Hermione to throw herself at gods. Show Cho (Aphrodite) what it meant to be a real woman and not a flirtatious goddess who never knew love… goddess of love her arse, Hannah thought.
Hannah could not believe that her own daughter would leave her. She was her mother and had done everything to protect her… Hannah then had a thought pop into her. Her own brother was a little bastard. He must have put a spell upon her daughter and taken her back to his dark hole. Hannah then realized that he must have also wanted Hermione's precious virtue before King Harry could take it… that selfish bastard, Hannah screamed in her mind. Another thought popped into her mind and Hannah rushed off to her brother's chambers, she had some words to speak and the king of the gods needed to listen.