Hello readers, and welcome to the next chapter of Choices. I warn you now, there will be some M scenes in here, so read at your own risk ;-)
"Hermione?" Tom Riddle peered around the door to the library to see a concentrating Hermione surrounded by a lot of levitating books. He slowly walked into the dark room, and was about to touch one of the floating books when Hermione opened her eyes and the books fell to the floor.
"Hi Tom," Hermione said as she stifled a yawn, before getting to her feet. "What brings you in here?"
"Claire asked me to find you, she said that dinner was almost ready," came his reply. "Have you had any luck?" he inquired.
"No, I haven't. It's like he just disappeared off the face of the Earth."
"Well, I think he is going to turn up eventually. It doesn't feel like he has died. Not yet anyway," Tom said.
It had been 2 months since Hermione had first arrived at Lestrange Manor, and she had instantly fallen in love with its library, among other things. In the days where her lover Bellatrix was away, like she was today, she found herself reading the books in the library, and soon found that she was learning a lot more than she would had she gone to Hogwarts for her 7th year.
In the two weeks since the Ritual occurred and, since Hermione woke up; Harry was nowhere to be seen. No matter what they tried, whether it was searching the mountains or scouring the seas, nobody, not even Hermione could find him. Because of the relative safety of the situation, Acting Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt was able to convince the Muggle Prime Minister to allow use of the Canary Wharf basement level as a temporary Ministry of Magic, while the old Ministry would be repaired. In the meantime, Snape and Ron were busy protecting Hogwarts from possible attacks; Snape raised the protective spells around the castle amid rumours that Harry would oust him from power, while Ron covertly protected any hidden entrances via a version of the Marauder's map created by Lupin, this version was more up to date than its 30 year old brother, showing more hidden entrances and even indicated where unplottable locale were.
Today though, Hermione was not concerned with the Magicks Most Potente 5th edition book that had interested her over the past month, rather she wanted (nay needed) to find out where Harry was, and what he was planning. Yet in the 6 hours she had sat in the library, allowing her magic to flow unimpeded, she was unable to find even the slighted flicker of Harry's life. It was a fact that she really did not want to understand, but in the same breath she needed to know why after all this she couldn't find him.
"Hermione, are you feeling alright?" Tom asked as she slowly ate her dinner. He noted that since he had started staying here, he had seen several instances of what Hermione was like, this not being one of them.
"It's nothing," Hermione responded, not even bothering to look up.
"You know, I could always read your mind, and find out that way," he teased back, hoping it would provoke her into telling what she needed to say. It worked.
"Why do you care how I feel or what I think!" she yelled at him, not caring anymore. "Why is it that you can just read someone's mind and that instantly makes it simple? This time it isn't so simple as saying it." She calmed down now and started to eat once more.
"Explain it then," Tom offered.
"Fine." She stopped eating and paused to think of where to start. "Ever since I got here, Harry has been a constant thought in my mind; where he is, what he is planning, why he is planning it. All I know is that he simply disappeared two weeks ago; he simply vanished at the church. And that doesn't sit right with me, Tom. I know in my gut he is still out there, but no matter how hard I try, he is evading my searches, my thoughts. Like he doesn't want me to find him."
"You need to stop worrying, Hermione," he replied. "When the time is right, he will reveal himself once more. Remember though, you have beaten him twice, so naturally he will fear you, so he is more than likely avoiding your detection for that very reason."
"I guess," she replied. "See you later, Tom." She got up and headed for the door.
"What about your dinner?" Tom asked.
"I guess I'm not very hungry at the moment."
Hermione headed to the bedroom and focused her mind, scouring the planet for any infinitesimally small trace of Harry Potter. But for an entire hour, she had no luck. Neither Harry, nor his Elder Wand, could be found, and this worried Hermione.
"So this is where you have been hiding, Miney."
"Bella!" Hermione got up and hugged her lover tightly, relishing it since she had been away all day.
"My, aren't you affectionate, love. What has you so upset?" she inquired.
"I can't find Harry, and it is tearing me up inside because he is deliberately hiding himself from me."
Bella closed the door, before enveloping Hermione in a gigantic bear hug, lifting her up off her feet. The then proceeded to carry her over to the bed, before lying on top of her and planting her face and neck with dozens of affectionate kisses.
"Bella, I need you; now more than ever," Hermione breathed.
"Alright my love," Bella replied, slowly pulling Hermione's top off using her teeth, before nibbling at her erect nipples through her bra. She sneaked a hand down to Hermione's pants, and while Hermione was preoccupied with her nipples being munched on, Bella slowly circled her lover's clit through the thin panties.
"Oooooohh!" Hermione moaned, as Bella started to systematically increase her techniques, first removing the obtrusive garments, and then attacking the bare flesh, not too hard, but not too soft. She sucked on the erect pair of nipples, while circling Hermione's clit, occasionally dipping into the wet folds for some much needed lubrication. Suddenly, Hermione jumped up, knocking Bellatrix onto her back, before straddling her face. "I need you. In me. Now," she ordered, lowering her glistening mound to her lover's face; giving Bellatrix no other option but to lick her. As she did this, Hermione removed Bellatrix's clothing, but rather than removing it manually, she opted for a very interesting spell she had read, and by not speaking it, Bella wouldn't see it coming.
"Ahhhhh!" Bella cried out from under Hermione, as little static shocks of increasing power coursed through her body, emanating from each piece of clothing Hermione removed. Bzzt. "Ahhh!" she cried out once more as Hermione zapped away her dress and corset, leaving only a black bra and matching thong.
"You like this spell, Bella?" Hermione mused, circling Bella's erect nipples before zapping away the bra, eliciting another yelp from the older witch. "Your nipples seem to agree," Hermione chuckled before starting to nibble on Bella's breasts, alternating between biting and sucking each one. As she did so she placed her hand on Bella's pussy, soaked due to the electroshock clothing removal, and started to rub up and down the black thong, all the while Bellatrix was moaning and panting into Hermione's own soaked cunt.
"Holy fucking hell!" she cried out as the final piece of her clothing was removed, accompanied by a very large dose of electricity. Dazed she lay back onto the bed, giving Hermione the chance to attack. She quickly pushed three fingers into Bellatrix's soaked pussy, quickly pumping in and out, while using her free hand to continuously stroke Bella's clit. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by Bellatrix, who made a redoubled effort to attack Hermione's pussy, and attack she did – by ramming an entire fist up Hermione's pussy.
"Aaahh!" Hermione gasped at the sudden intrusion, giving the opening Bella had been waiting for. Using her free hand, she grabbed Hermione by the waist and rolled over, so once again she was in the dominant position.
"Sorry, Miney," she said sweetly,"but I have a surprise in store for you..." She grabbed a robe and quickly dashed downstairs, before swiftly returning with her prize, a red leather choker, beautifully adorned with small assorted jewels, ranging from amethysts to emeralds, and even a few rubies.
"It's beautiful Bella!" Hermione gasped as she was presented with the gift. She allowed Bella to put it on her naked body, before standing up to admire it in the mirror. "Thank you so much! I love it!"
"I thought you might," Bella chuckled, before shedding the robe; "then again, maybe you would like this even more." Hermione looked in the mirror to see what Bella was referring to, although she need not have bothered, since Bellatrix was already sliding her jet black cock between Hermione's soaked thighs.
"Please Bella," Hermione gasped as Bellatrix slid her cock between her moist thighs, "put it in me, quickly."
Bellatrix grinned, "You need only ask." She positioned the cock around Hermione's pussy, and in one swift motion entered her completely doggy-style, gaining a small yelp of approval in the process. She slowly withdrew her cock, making Hermione moan even more, before swiftly plunging back inside when she had almost exited her. This way, she could torture Hermione without causing her any pain, which was mutually beneficial for both of them.
"More Bella," Hermione panted after what seemed like an age of Bella teasing her. "Give me everything you've got!"
The older witch simply grinned in triumph, and started to aggressively pump into Hermione's cunt, pushing further and further inside with each stroke, and allowing Hermione to cry out in pleasure each time. Bella knew she loved being the submissive one, always allowing others to control her, so maybe for once she would allow Hermione to be in control of the pace. She picked up Hermione and turned her around on her cock so that she was now face to face with her, this new sensation also causing Hermione some unexpected jolt of pleasure. She then proceeded to passionately kiss her neck and lips as she carried Hermione over to the bed, before turning around and falling onto it onto her back, with Hermione lying on top of her.
"What are you planning?" Hermione asked coyly in between kisses. Her hands wrapped around Bella's ebony locks, pushing their two heads together to cement the kissing deadlock.
'I would tell you, but my mouth is preoccupied right now,' Bella's voice echoed in Hermione's head.
Hermione released Bellatrix's mouth from her own and sat up straighter, still impaled on her lover's cock, but not moving. Instead, she had grabbed Bella's nipples and had started to tug on them, almost attempting to rip them off, even; and seemed to be quite annoyed, judging from her facial expression in front of Bella's eyes. "You know I don't like you penetrating my mind, Bellatrix," every word she said was accompanied by a small pinch on each nipple, causing Bella some discomfort.
"You seem to enjoy me penetrating you everywhere else though!" Bella laughed, before immediately getting her left tit bitten quite forcefully in punishment. "Oww! What was that for?"
"You need to be punished, my dear," Hermione said sweetly, rocking her hips around her lover's cock as she did so; "because I have let you get away with this for so long." She muttered something under her breath, and a purple orb appeared in her right hand, from which what could only be described as a tentacle emerged. "And I think my new friend here might be able to help me."
Bella realised what Hermione had planned and played along. "Yes, my Mistress, I do need to be punished. Please punish me!" she grinned, and was immediately met with Hermione whipping her tits with the lilac tentacle, each hit causing her to jump and flinch, while at the same time causing Hermione pleasure from the constant movement within her.
"Now then Bella..." Hermione whispered as she leant in, so that Bellatrix could feel her cool breath on her cheek. "Are you sure you want this in you?" She gestured to the tentacle slowly making its way to Bella's ass.
"Yes Hermione, I want it!" Bella cried out.
"But where do you want it?" Hermione teased; she wanted Bella to beg for this for once.
"Please, I want it in my ass!" she cried out once more, and got her ass smacked in response.
"You need only ask, Bella," Hermione replied, echoing Bella's earlier comment, and thrust the tentacle into Bella's ass, granting her lover an intense wave of pain and pleasure to burst over her. Hermione started to bounce up and down, riding the cock embedded within her cunt, all the while fucking Bella's ass with the tentacle. As her orgasm came closer and closer, she leant in to Bella's face and kissed her intensely. She wanted to savour this night so much, she would have given anything to keep this moment indefinitely.
'I love you, Hermione Granger,' Bella's voice echoed in her mind, and for once, Hermione didn't care, because both their orgasms were just seconds away.
'I love you too Bellatrix Lestrange!' she mentally replied, still lip locked, and in that instant they both simultaneously orgasmed; Bella could feel the tentacle squirming wildly inside her ass, causing wave after wave of intense pleasure to envelop her, while she could feel her seed flow into Hermione. Both of them simply held onto each other; neither moving, only kissing, savouring this moment of intense lovemaking.
Eventually, Hermione slipped off of Bellatrix, and lay down on the bed, swiftly falling asleep in post-orgasmic bliss. Bella however got up and put on a black dressing gown, and proceeded to the door.
"Where are you going, Bella?" Hermione asked as she saw her lover glide towards the door.
"I'm just going downstairs for a snack. I won't be long, Miney," Bella assured her. Hermione nodded and went back to sleep, and Bellatrix quickly moved back to the bed to give her lover a peck on the forehead, before leaving the room. She closed the door as silently as she could before making her way to the dining room.
"Well, did it work?" Tom inquired as he saw Bellatrix enter the room.
"I hope so, Tom," she replied, taking the cup of coffee off of the counter. "I hope so."
Hermione woke with a start, something didn't feel right. For one, she was positively freezing, and there was no wonder, all she had on were her bra and panties. Second, she was in a very dark corridor, with no light or sound to be found around her. "Lumos." Her right hand became illuminated, and she studied her surroundings. It appeared that she was in some kind of tunnel, since the walls around her were slightly concave, and fairly damp. She conjured a warm gown for herself before she started to walk down the tunnel. What she kept wondering was whether she was really there physically, or whether this was her astral projection. She soon found her answer, when she stepped into a part of the tunnel which had a turn off into a pipeline. As she walked past it, she stepped into a shallow puddle of water, causing her to quickly dry herself off before casting a floatation charm on herself.
She continued her trek into the depths of the tunnel system, passing several blocked openings, before finally arriving at a large ornate door, decorated with serpents. 'Speak our tongue to grant your passage,' the door was inscribed with.
'It means Parseltongue, Hermione,' Tom's voice said within her mind. 'Since you have my blood within you, you can speak it. Just say the word open and it will translate,' he instructed.
Hermione placed her left hand on the door, and concentrated. "Open." Immediately a serpent appeared and started to encircle the door's perimeter, causing the snakes on the face of the door to recede. She moved back as the snake completed its journey and the door opened. Hermione stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The next room she was in was vaguely familiar to her. There was a green marble floor, and water canals adorning either side of a walkway. In each canal was the ornate sculpture of a serpent's head, and at the far end of the room was a massive white marble sculpture of a man who seemed very familiar.
"That's Salazar Slytherin!" she gasped, and instinctively walked towards the face. As she did so, she looked around and saw that there was no life around here, everything was a statue. Then she noted the pile of bones in the middle of the antechamber, in front of the face of Sytherin. Only then did she realise where she was. "If this is the Basilisk, then I must be in the Chamber of Secrets!"
"Well deduced Hermione." Harry Potter stepped out from the shadows, not menacingly, but calmly.
"What are you doing here, Harry?" she said, unsure whether to be angry or scared.
"I came here to recuperate, since it is the best hiding spot," he replied. "Hide in plain sight. Nobody would suspect that I am 1000 feet below them, in the Chamber. Not even the Dark Lord could imagine I was hiding here."
"Alright then," Hermione conceded, still with her arms raised defensively. "Why am I here?"
"I brought you here to apologise and warn you." Hermione was stunned. Why would Harry apologise, he was the enemy. "I'm sorry for torturing you that day, for driving you away. I didn't realise why I had done it until I gained possession of the Elder Wand. It appears that Death possessed me once I had all three Hallows."
"What do you mean 'Death possessed you'?" Hermione asked.
Almost as if on cue, Harry doubled over in pain, clutching his chest. "Stay back Hermione," he warned, before turning his wand on himself, enveloping himself in a yellow light. After the light faded, he was kneeling on the floor wand still in his hand,
"Harry?" she called over, and started to walk towards him.
"I'm alright Hermione. It's OK." Harry got up once more and placed his wand in his pocket. "Like I said before, Death wishes to possess the Master of Death. Whoever possesses all three artefacts can become host to Death. Unfortunately, when he possessed me completely it was when you were in that church. Due to that instance the Resurrection Stone bonded directly with me." He held up his left hand to prove his point. Indeed, the palm of his hand contained a black pointed pebble. "Essentially, I can see the spirits of the dead, and they can communicate with me, moreover, I can travel between realms. Hence how I brought you here."
"I don't understand, I am here physically;" Hermione said clearly confused.
"You are standing here, in the Chamber of Secrets, in a state of Living Dream. Essentially, you are asleep somewhere, but you are here physically within a dream." Harry walked over to Hermione and placed his hands on hers. "I am truly sorry for the choices I have made these past few months. The fact of the matter is I am not sure how long I have left in the world. If Death takes over completely, the world is doomed, not just our world, but the Muggle world and all others. And I don't want that to happen. Please, when the time is right, you have to help me Hermione."
Once again Hermione was stunned at the words coming out of his mouth. "How can I trust you?"
"Put simply, nobody can trust me. But I need you to believe me when I say that the next time we meet more than likely won't be under peaceful pretences."
"Wait!" she cried out, before a white light engulfed her. She shielded her eyes from the intense light, before blacking out.
"Ginny..." came a voice into the darkness of the DA Headquarters. Ginny Weasley awoke with a start and looked around, unable to pinpoint the voice's location.
"Ginny..." the voice was louder this time, and seemed to emanate from all around her.
'Are you in my head?' she thought to herself.
'Yes.' This response frightened her, as she didn't recognise the voice, nor did she know where it was coming from. 'I need you to come to a special place, Ginny. It was a place you visited in your first year.'
'How do you know about the Chamber of Secrets?' she asked the voice nervously.
'Simple, I was there with you.'
Ginny suddenly realised who she was communicating with, and got dressed silently, before casting a Disillusionment Charm on herself and heading silently out of the Room of Requirement and down to Myrtle's bathroom, and the hidden entrance to the Chamber. Using the same method she used to get in the first time, which she remembered due to Tom Riddle not erasing that particular shred of information during her possession; she opened the gateway and jumped in, heading straight into a portal, which ejected her directly in front of the Chamber's serpent door, which was slightly open. She opened it and slipped inside, before walking down the green marble pathway, to the same marble face she saw almost 5 years prior.
"Hello Ginny," Harry said as he stepped out of the shadows.
"Harry!" she yelled in delight, running over to him and giving him a gigantic hug, before kissing him full on the lips. "Where have you been, Harry? I thought you had died."
"Well, I guess you could say that Death is on its way to find me soon." Harry's bold comment visibly scared her, so he held her tighter. "This is why I want one of my last memories to be with you.
"Oh Harry! I love you!" Ginny said and kissed her lover for what seemed like an age.
"I love you too, Gin. I swear, I won't let any harm come to you. No matter what." Harry broke the kiss, before taking Ginny's hand. "Follow me, Gin; if my hunch is correct, you want this as much as I do."
Ginny's face beamed. "If this is going to be my final happy memory of you, then let's make it worthwhile," she said with glee, as she embraced her doomed lover in a very passionate kiss. "Let's do it."