Harry (Zeus) sat in his throne room upon his seat of marble and inlaid gold. He glanced over at his wife's throne which was identical to his but was inlaid with silver. He sighed as he thought about how he had treated her during their marriage life and he will admit that it was mostly his fault. He was the one that went after the other's while she stayed loyal to him, always there to rub his back and always will be. But he could not say much for what he himself would be like.

Late at night, he would sometimes come to their bed and there she would be; sleeping peacefully on her side, waiting for him. He knew that she always thought that love was going to save her, bring him always back to her, but he never came. She deserved someone better than him; she deserved someone who had no demons, someone who only held angels in their heart.

"Harry," the familiar voice of his sister came from the entrance of his throne room but Harry was too busy thinking about his wife, his loyal Ginny (Hera), "Harry," Hannah (Demeter) called more forcefully out to him, unfogging his thoughts.

"Hannah," he gave a gentle smile, "What can I do for y-?" that was when he noticed her more clearly, "What happened to you?"

"Hermione is gone, once again," Hannah sneered, "Your brother took her and did this to me!" a complete lie but Hannah would do anything in order to have her daughter back in her arms. She will deal with Hermione once she is back.

"Draco's your brother too," Harry said in a quiet voice.

"He is no brother of mine," Hannah growled, "Are you going to do something about him?"

"What is there to do?" Harry asked, "Clearly, Hermione went of her own accord. I strictly told Draco to not take her again and he would not defy me so that is the only possibility."

"He took her!" Hannah screeched, "I want my daughter back!"

Harry sighed and looked up into her brown eyes, so harsh were they that he looked away, "I know you do, my sister."

"Then do something about it!" Hannah screeched.

"Like what?" Harry snapped at her, "What do you want me to do? Rage war upon him?" and Harry saw within her eyes a spark, "Oh no! Hannah, I will not do that!"

"You will," Hannah said in a low voice as she walked toward him, "Rage war upon your brother," she raised her hand and slid it along Harry's jawline, "So strong," she commented and Harry felt a wave of magic rush over him. Suddenly he kissed her lips and her sweet taste rushed over him. Harry moaned as Hannah sat down on his lap and molded their bodies together. He ran his hands over her body, rushing to get at her skin. Hannah did the same with his and their clothes flew across the room. In one swift movement, Hannah situated herself over Harry's hard erection and slid down, sheathing him completely. Their moans echoed in the throne room but in the back of Harry's mind, all he could think about was how different Ginny felt compared to Hannah. Harry, deep down, felt more complete when he and Ginny had sex but with Hannah, he felt only a one time fling. Slowly, Harry began to feel the waterfall of pleasure coming up and his thrusts up became more erratic.

"Harry," Hannah said in a breathy moan and she came a minute later, Harry followed later, "So, will you rage war?" and Hannah leaned into his ear, an evil smirk upon her lips, "Swear upon the River Styx," and she gently kissed his ear. Her tongue gently licked slightly before dipping inside of Harry's ear, transforming itself into a snake and the snake bit down hard inside of his ear. Hannah quickly placed her hand over Harry's mouth to cover his screams and she waited until the venom took its hold. When it had, Hannah's tongue transformed back to its true form and she continued to lick Harry's ear as if nothing had happened, "Harry," she whispered in his ear, "I have something else to ask of you."

"Yes," Harry said.

"Make me Queen," she said.

Harry responded in a trance like voice, "I swear upon the River Styx that I will rage war upon Lord Draco and I shall make you my Queen," there was a flash of gold and Hannah smiled. She slid off of him and picked up her chlamys from the floor.

She turned around, "Thank you, Harry," as she left with a smirk, she could hear Harry call all the Olympians to the throne room. She loved the magic Morpheus gave her during their coupling so much at times.

May the King of the Underworld protect you well, my daughter, she promised, For, I will find you and your precious king.

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Hermione sighed as she cuddled closer to her King. He no longer felt cold to her but warm, as if his body had taken all of her heat and transferred it to his during their love making. Well, technically that was what they had done. It felt way too personal and almost gentle to be just pure sex. Draco had taken care of her and showed her how beautiful sex could be. He made her first time a wonderful experience and she smiled at the memories he gave her.

Hermione felt Draco shifted beneath her and she shifted herself so her chin rested on his chest and looked up at him, "Draco?"

"Hmmm?" she saw him smile as he woke up.

"Draco," she called out to him and slowly those grey eyes she so loved appeared.

He smiled brightly, "Well, isn't this a good mourning," his voice was husky with sleep.

Hermione giggled, "Hey," she said and Draco leaned down and kissed her lips, "I was wondering," and Draco kissed her lips again, "when are we," he kissed her again, causing her to groan, "getting bounded?" and Draco froze.

"When would you like too?" Draco asked, he seemed kind of uncomfortable for some unknown reason, "Anytime is good as long-."

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked as she rose up and cupped his face in her hands, "You seem nervous?"

"I'm worried," Draco said honestly, "I have a feeling that something is going to happen," and then he smiled, "Probably just nerves," he shook it off and turned to her, "So, when would you like to get bonded?" and he wrapped his arm tighter around her naked waist causing her thigh to rise up higher on his leg.

"Whenever will be-," she was interrupted by a stormy grey cloud that floated in through the arch.

Draco growled as he covered Hermione up in the sheets and stood up in front of the bed as quickly as possible. Before their eyes, the cloud transformed into a tall man covered in bright armor. Draco growled lowly at the man who stood before him, "Brother."

"Draco," the stormy god smiled at him.

"What can I help you with?" Draco said.

"You have committed an act against our world. You have hurt one of the twelve Olympian gods, Her Majesty, Hannah, the goddess of agriculture and Queen of the Gods."

"What?!" Draco and a female voice shrieked. Harry looked around Draco and saw Hermione appear, the black silk sheets wrapped firmly around her.

"Ah, Lady Hermione," Harry said and smirked, "I knew there was someone I missed on the invite list," then he directed his attention back to Draco, "You've also taken Lady Hermione, the goddess of springtime and the mother of my future children, again, and from right beneath me too."

"He did no such thing!" Hermione defended Draco but Harry pretended not to listen.

Harry continued, his voice rumbled like thunder, "Lastly, you have disobeyed my orders and have broken the treaty between you and me and our brother, Neville. With this being said, I have no other choice left but to rage war upon you and your land."

"No, Harry!" Hermione shrieked and pleaded, "Please don't do this!" tears streamed down her cheeks as she held her beloved behind her, protecting him, "Please!""

Harry just chuckled, "Awww," and his green eyes switched back and forth between hers and Draco's, "Did Hecate teach you some of her mind tricks, brother?"

"Draco, nor anybody for that matter, put any mind spell on me," Hermione said as she stepped toward Harry, "I came here on my own freewill. I am in love with Draco!"

Harry chuckled again, "Your mind tricks have worked well, brother dear, but none the less, war shall fall upon your world. I warn you now, Draco, meet me on the fields of Gold tomorrow at dawn," and Harry rushed forward, crushing Hermione in between them. Draco found he could not move as his Queen was crushed between him and his perverted brother, "I promise you, I shall destroy you for what you have done," and Draco felt Harry move his pelvis against Hermione's lower abdomen and Draco tried not to grimace, "And I shall take your darling pet Hermione, and her stomach shall be round with my children. You will be mine," he focused his last sentence on Hermione and he was gone as quickly as he came.

They were silent for moments before Hermione burst into full fledge tears, quickly turning herself around, and crushing Draco to her body. Draco gently stroked her hair as the black sheet fell from around her and her tears stained Draco's chest.

"Shh," Draco said, "I won't let him have you."

Hermione shook her head, "T-t-t-that's not what I am m-mo-most worried about," she stuttered out her words as she tried to calm down.

Draco cupped her face in his hands and turned her gaze up to him, "What is it then, my love?" he gently rubbed her cheeks, her tears drying on her skin.

"I never wanted this," she said, "Never wanted you to get hurt. Never wanted you to go to war."

Draco chuckled lightly and kissed her forehead, "Let me tell you something, Hermione. You are worth going to war. I would fight every war necessary to have you. Climb the walls of Troy if I must but you are worth everything. But I will not be going to war. We will be going to war."

"What?" Hermione looked up at him in shock at his words.

"Ride by my side," Draco asked of her, "Ride beside me where you belong."

Hermione smiled and cupped his cheek, "Of course, my love," and she sealed their lips with her promise.