A Different Kind of Epilogue
Author Note
I thought I'd take this chance to respond to some reviews.
Anon:Sorry to disappoint, I don't enjoy shitting on Ron, so I promise you won't have to put up with it for too long š
Ducky30: Regarding the silencing charm dropping, in my understanding of canon those kinds of charms are released when no longer required and therefore require ongoing concentration by the caster to maintain. Given what Hermione was experiencing when the charm dropped, I was insinuating that she lost concentration due to an especially intense orgasm.
Lost Dingo22: I might have written this part poorly, however, although the hearing in front of the entire Wizengamot was a threat used by Harry and Daphne, Harry being a private person didn't want it out in the open and he got all the things he wanted in the divorce agreement anyway.
Chapter 7 ā Where to now?
Harry woke to some strange feelings, his body felt heavy, his head was throbbing and his back ached something horrid. Without opening his eyes, Harry went to reach for his glasses, which were normally on his bedside table, only to have a feminine voice speak up.
"Ugh, Harry not again, I'm too soreā¦" the voice whined, stopping Harry dead in his tracks.
At that moment the events from last night came rushing back to him, Ron being tied to a desk chair, Hermione seducing him, them having sex in front of Ron and then continuing in Ron and Hermione's bedroom. Hermione had laid down two challenges last night and his back attested to success in at least one of those.
The two of them had barely made it the marital bedroom before they started having sex again. Harry remembers orgasming for the 5th time before finally running out of steam and passing out, he is reasonably confident Hermione notched up at least double if not triple that number. One notable orgasm for him was number three, which was when the bed had finally given way and broken, Hermione had been demanding he go harder and he'd happily obliged driving into her from above.
While lying there, Harry realised they had never untied Ron and wondered whether he was still there. Trying again to shift Hermione so he could hunt for his glasses, she complained, and Harry quickly realised why, although soft he was well and truly lodged within Hermione still.
Reaching down, Harry gently, and slowly, pulls his cock out from Hermione with a small pop then feels a stream of warm liquid running down his groin. Harry then realised he'd likely made good on both promises given the amount that was currently pouring out of Hermione, who he gently rolled to his left trying very hard not to wake her.
Harry, having extracted himself, grabbed his glasses and surveyed the room. In short it was a wreck, if something wasn't pushed to the floor, it was broken. Memories came flooding back as he remembers fucking Hermione against almost every available space after the bed had broken, only going back when neither had the strength in their legs to stand.
Harry raced to the bathroom, having a quick shower and once clean he walked out to the living room and floo'd the Tonk's who were at Grimmauld still looking after the kids, letting them know he was alive and asking them to mind the kids a little longer. Finally, he wandered into the kitchen and began preparing some nice clean eggs on toast, limited primarily by the bareness of the pantry. While cooking he heard the shower running, deducing that Hermione had finally returned to the land of the conscious as well.
As he finished cooking, Harry noticed Hermione limping into the kitchen. "Good morning Harry." She practically purred as she limped up behind him, caressing his chest from behind as he was plating up.
"Good morning Hermione, I'd ask how you're feeling but I think the limp gives it away." Harry responded with a cheeky grin on his face.
"I. Feel. Amazing" Hermione said, punctuating each word with a kiss to the back of his neck.
"I haven't felt this well taken care of inā¦everā¦" Hermione followed up, sounding content but sad. Realising it had taken this long for her to feel this way.
Harry gently pushed her back with his bottom, as he carried the plates to the table "Well I'd say that is the difference between fucking and making love Hermione." He said, unable to look her in the eyes as he said this. "I wasn't just trying to seduce you last night; I've loved you since just before the first task in fourth year. If Voldemort hadn't returned and Cedric hadn't died, I was going to ask you out after the Third task. Then obviously our 'potionie' friends got in the way of my saying anything." Harry followed on sadly, but drawing on his Gryffindor courage, he continued. "I understand this might just be a business transaction and a fun way to get back at Ron, but I want more from thisā¦"
Hermione was quite for a few moments, of course to Harry these felt like hours, and having not looked up didn't notice she had moved until he felt Hermione's arms encircle him in her one of her signature hugs. "I feel the same Harry, to the world I might be paying off my bastard husband's debt, and I will do that at some point by the way, I would like to give us a go. Ever since we rode Buckbeak to rescue Sirius I knew there was only one man for me in this world, and you're currently standing in my kitchen."
Harry spun around quickly, driving his lips into hers and she melted into him. Harry broke it off before they both lost control again. "Not that I don't want to continue this but I think we have more we need to discuss." Harry pulled a chair out for Hermione to sit down in as he spoke. Once Hermione was seated, Harry took the chair opposite her and filled her plate before speaking.
"Since we've both made it clear this is more than just sex, we need to work out what that is going to look like. Something tells me the world is not going to take you cheating on your husband well and I don't want your character dragged through the mud if we can avoid it." Hermione just nodded and Harry continued.
"Second, we'll need to work out how to communicate this to the kids. Hugo and Rose are wild cards in my mind, Ron is still their dad after all. Lily however will be over the moon; you've always been her favourite aunty and I'm pretty sure after a few reading sessions in the Black Library you'll be as thick as thieves." Hermione snorted at this but simply responded in the affirmative. Still not speaking, deciding to let him finish.
"Third, I'll need to take care of the debt situation. If Ron has in fact made a deal with Thomas Jefferies, I'll need to track him down quickly and get that cleared first, before hitting all the bookies and finally Gringotts."
"And fourth, is the fact you can't initiate divorce from Ron, as a muggleborn married to a pureblood the divorce proceedings need to come from Ron. I want you Hermione, I'll only move as fast or as slow as you want, but the sooner you're my wife, the happier I will be." Hermione blushed at this last comment but smiled behind her fork.
"Well, I did some research over the last few weeks, you weren't the only one dreaming of how last night would go. One option is to make me your official mistress, no one would question it given the level of debt we're in and it would allow you to take me places as your date. Muggleborns might look on it strangely but half-bloods and especially purebloods would know immediately what had transpired." Hermione replied. "It would have the added bonus of publicly shaming Ron and could possibly drive him to divorce me. Which I believe addressed points one and four." Said Hermione in a clinical fashion.
"Point two, I don't think my children will be an issue, Ron was never the best dad so the idea of having a more involved man in their lives will be received well. Plus as I said last night, Hugo currently worships the ground you walk on. I'll send Rose an owl and hope Ron hasn't already poisoned the well there. Though that would require forward planning on Ron's partā¦" They both laughed at this last comment.
"And finally, point three, I've got a list of all the bookies in the study. I can give that too you, though I can't help you with Jefferies, could you possibly lean on some of your old Hit Wizard contacts?" Hermione asked, addressing all four points raised by Harry.
"Yeah, I have a pretty good feeling I can find Jefferies myself, but I'll just double check with Ron abouā¦" Harry suddenly stopped himself "Ron is still tied in the studyā¦"
***Elsewhere in the cottage***
Ron woke with a crick in his neck and a sore bum, thinking to stretch out the pain he realises he can't move. That was when the memories came flooding back to him, his anger started boiling up within him, how dare his wife betray him in this way!
He started struggling against the ropes and just as the door opened, his struggles knocked the chair over and he crashed to the floor. Ron then heard an unwelcome voice.
"Ron, are you ok? Let me help you up." Ron heard Harry say when two hands gripped his shoulders, trying to right him.
"DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FILTHY HALF-BLOOD!" Ron yelled, not wanting anything to do with the man that had ruined his happy marriage and defiled his wife. "WHY ARE YOU EVEN STILL IN MY HOUSE?! GET OUT!"
There was a moments silence and then Hermione spoke as she walked from the desk back to the door "Harry is here as my guest; and this is not your house but our house and how can you say something like that when both your children are 'filthy half-bloods' as you put it." Ron unable to see them as he was facing away from the door just huffed and said. "I still don't need your help, especially from you, whore!"
Ron didn't hear anything and deciding the conversation was over, went back to struggling against the ropes. He heard the door shut and then felt the ropes suddenly release. Standing up, he stretched out his sore body and then smiled, thinking 'No Muggleborn spell could hold me for that long, I knew I'd break it eventually'. Ron then heard a floo flame whoosh and walked out confident that he wouldn't bump into them again.
Ron came out to the kitchen, finding leftovers from breakfast, deciding quickly that he'd grab a bite to eat and a pint at his local rather than the rubbish either of them had cooked. He therefore headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, where he let the repressed emotions loose as water hid the tears.
***A few minutes prior***
"Yeah, I have a pretty good feeling I can find him myself, but I'll just double check with Ron abouā¦" Harry suddenly stopped himself "Ron is still tied in the studyā¦"
Hermione wasn't as concerned "Leave him Harry, you just know what his reaction is going to be. I'd rather we continue in our happy little bubble, and I'll release Ron from the Incarcerous spell before we leave."
Harry wasn't as sold on the idea; sure, Ron was on Harry's shit list at the moment but that didn't mean he condoned imprisoning him. Making his decision, he stood and started walking towards the study "No Hermione, he might be a massive prat, but I won't leave him tied up in the study. Who knows, maybe he's realised overnight that what he did was wrong."
Hermione stood and followed him "I really don't think that will be the case, but I can see you're still as hopeful as always." Muttering to herself.
As Harry approached the door, he heard a chair scraping against the floor. "He is a wake, I can hear the chair,"
Hermione follows closely, muttering "I knew he was awake as the snoring had stoppedā¦"
As Harry opened the door there was a loud crash, Harry witnesses the final moments of Ron plummeting sideways onto the floor. All concerns and dislikes out the window, he rushed to Ron's side. "Ron, are you ok? Let me help you up.ā¦."
***A few minutes later***
As Harry closed the door behind him, Hermione spoke up "I'm sorry Harry, I know you were hoping for a different outcome there, but having lived with him for last few months without the influence of the potions, I knew he was going to be horrible to usā¦" She then had a thought and said happily "I know something that can cheer us up! Let's go see Andi and the kids, then go do some shopping!"
"Yes, seeing my little Lily Flower will certainly brighten the day and I've got no issue shopping, it'll be nice to spend some more time with you, but what do we need to buy" Harry asked with curiosity.
"Well Harry~" She said flirtatiously grabbing some floo powder from the mantle "If I'm to be your official mistress, I'll need collarā¦ Grimmauld Place." The floo flared and she vanished.
Harry stood there stunned, shook his head to clear his mind and then followed her through.
***At Grimmauld***
After connecting with Andi and Teddy at Grimmauld and spending some time with their younger children, Hugo having lost his little mind that "Hero Harry Potter" was spending time with his mum, Harry and Hermione were preparing to head out to Diagon.
"So, what are you needing to buy, may I ask?" Questioned Andi pointedly, Harry had the feeling she knew what had occurred and was just fishing for confirmation. She was walking them to the Grimmauld Place apparition point while Teddy was feeding the kids some brunch.
Harry was about to reply, when without hesitation Hermione said "Harry broke my bed last night, so we need a new oneā¦"
Harry was caught off-guard yet again by Hermione's forwardness while Andi just laughed. "So, your little confession plan worked then did it Mr. Potter? Just remember what we discussed yes?"
Harry nodded "Yes Andi, we're both aware of the marriage situationā¦" however he was then cut off by Hermione. "Oh, we already covered that this morning. I'll be his official mistress until Ron finally snaps and divorces me. Then I'll give him all the little Potters he wants"
Andi burst out laughing "I like her Harry, don't lose this one, ok?"
After suffering embarrassment on embarrassment Harry quickly grabbed some floo powder and said clearly "Leaky Cauldron" wanting to escape anymore comments from Hermione or Andi.
As Harry stepped into the Leaky and heard Hannah call out "Harry Potter, well I'll be damned. Neville! Harry has just come through the floo! Did you want a table or were you heading out to Diagon?"
"We're heading to Diagon, but I'd love to catch up with you guys and I'm sure Hermione won't mind." As he finished replying Hermione stepped through.
"Well, you didn't wait long eh?" Hannah asked with a cheeky smile on her face. "Not a problem, I'll call in some extra staff so Neville and I can get away. About an hour?"
"Yeah, sounds good, we'll see you guys later!" Harry said as he walked out, although Hannah's comment was embarrassing, he knew they were in for more of it when they sit down for lunch with the married couple.
Harry and Hermione walked out of the Leaky onto the Alley. Harry was a little uncomfortable as he didn't know how to act, however as always Hermione came to the rescue. "I think it's best if we keep public displays of affection to nil until we've bought my mistress collar. That way most people in the wizarding world won't question me showing affection to a wizard I'm not married too."
Harry finally brought up the courage to ask "Hermione, can I ask why you're being so forward and comfortable with all this? I would have thought you'd want to keep it secret, as much as I'm enjoying this, I hate the idea that anyone would think less of you."
Hermione stopped mid stride and turned to face him and whispered quickly. "Harry. If we don't make this obviously public, it won't impact Ron and the Weasleys and if we want him to divorce me that is what we need. Sure, I'll need to deal with some short-term character assassination, no doubt plastered across the Prophet, but if it means I'm eventually Mrs. Potter and by your side for the rest of my life I can deal with that."
Harry getting incredibly excited at that thought, images of green eyed bushy haired book worms and seekers floating through his head, nodded "Then let's hit a jeweller, as I hate not being able to indulge in your touch."
As they drew closer to the jewellers, Harry suddenly stopped. "I have a better idea. There might be something in my vaults that we could use, that would make it special."
Hermione lights up "Oh please!"
So, they turned sharply and rushed to Gringotts. They entered at a quick but respectful pace, the reprimand that they'd received for breaking into, stealing from and then breaking out of Gringotts had been sever, and even though Harry had paid the fines for all three of them the goblins still insisted whenever they attend Gringotts they be kept on a tight leash.
After walking up to a Teller to requesti a meeting with the Potter and Black account managers, both of whom were available due to the size of both accounts, Harry and Hermione were quickly ushered into a meeting room. During the meeting they determined that although the Black vault had plenty of concubine and mistress collars available, there was only one mistress collar contained within the Potter vault. Harry left the decision to Hermione and unsurprisingly, having a preference for the Potter family, she chose the singular one from the Potter vault. Harry also requested that Hermione be issued a vault key to the Potter valuts but found himself quickly reprimanded by the Potter account manager.
"I'm sorry Lord Potter, but traditionally mistresses are not given blanket access to the family vault, and I need to strongly advise against this. If you wish to setup a small vault for your mistress or setup regular transfers to an existing value, this can be done."
"Fine, setup a new vault with Hermione as the only one with access and transfer 500G a month into it." Harry responded.
"Very well Lord Potter, it shall be done. Is that all your business at Gringotts today?" Asked the Potter Account Manager.
"Yes, other than going to grab the Potter mistress collar, that will be all. May your blades never dull good account managers."
"And may your vaults ever overflow Lord Potter/Black" Responded the account managers.
Harry and Hermione were promptly brought down to the Potter vault, where the collar was retrieved, placed on Hermione and then they headed to the surface.
Unlike a concubine collar, that would have compelled the wearer to be more subservient and try their best to 'satisfy' their master, the mistress collar was more of a status symbol and provided some protections against certain potions and charms.
As the two lovers strode out of Gringotts Hermione reached out and took his hand, the first sign of public affection. Harry tensed for a moment, feeling like the entirety of the Alley was going to look at them, however no one reacted. Whether it was due to the collar making it clear what their relationship was or just that no one cares.
Given the reaction, Harry relaxed and squeezed Hermione's hand. "Let's head back to the Leaky for that sit down with the Longbottoms.
Arriving at the Leaky some ten minutes later, they were beckoned over to a secluded table where the four friends ate good food and just generally caught up. Neville had shared some of the details with Hannah, however when Harry and Hermione walked them both through the last 3 months of their lives Hannah was horrified.
"I can't believe the Weasley family would do that, I mean they were always so close to Dumbledore and were aligned with the Light faction."
"Well Hannah, one of the potions I was being dosed with was quite old and the healers think it might have been someone already in a position of power and trust who was just reinforcing their spot. Given Ginny, Molly and Ron already had loyalty potions in me the main suspect is actually Albus Dumbledoreā¦" Harry said, with a touch of sadness in his voice. As much as he'd resented the man for the manipulation of his life, it still hurt to be betrayed in such a manner.
The friends continued to chat and eat well into the late afternoon, before breaking with promises to link up again. Harry and Hermione quickly floo'd back to Hermione's house, as both of them were craving something other than food.
Not caring who or what was in the house as they emerged, they instantly began undressing each other. Stumbling towards the bedrooms but only making it to the kitchen, Harry quickly bent Hermione over the bench and lined himself up against her quim.
"Merlin Hermione, ever since you put that collar on, I've just wanted to bend you over something and prove our connection to the world." Harry said forcefully.
"I'm yours Harry, take me!" Hermione moaned, as Harry pushed his basilisk of a dick deep inside her.
Hermione, even still sore from the previous nights escapades, began pushing back in time with Harry's thrusts, she loved the feeling of him stretching her out however as Harry began to pick up the pace the soreness began to rear its head and she quickly motioned for him to stop.
"Why do you need to slow down Hermione, are you still sore from last night?" Harry asked, attempting to reel in his lust and desire.
"Yes, Harry I went from having next to no sex, to the best sex of my life. Eventually my body will get used to it, but not this soon. Maybe we could do something else?" She asked, herself having trouble controlling her desires.
Harry pulled out of Hermione, who let out a disappointed moan, and then press the head of his cock against Hermione's puckered rosebud. "We could try this, I'll obviously need to be gentle, but something tells me that we'll cum just as hard."
Hermione hesitated, Ron had always wanted to try anal, but she'd hesitated as it felt dirty to her and she was worried about it hurting, however here was Harry wanting the same thing. "What is the obsession with my arse?"
"Merlin Hermione, I'm sure if you ever stared at your rear you'd get the same feelings. One of my favourite things to do when we were at Hogwarts was stay a few steps behind you on the stairs and just watch you unknowingly strut your stuff."
Hermione was still on the fence but when she heard the desire in Harry's voice, she decided to give in. He'd done so much for her and if she didn't like it she knew Harry would never bring the topic up again, unlike Ron who even after she'd said it was a redline continued to "accidentally" find himself pushing there.
"Ok, but be gentle please." Hermione said, pushing her face into her hands in embarrassment.
"Hermione, I promise you're going to enjoy this" Harry said, he then quickly cast a cleaning spell and a lubrication spell on both his cock and her arse, Hermione made a small squeak when she felt the lubrication spell hit.
Harry then pressed the head of his penis against her rosebud and gently applied pressure. Hermione moaned in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. Both arising from the thought and feeling of what they were doing, when suddenly her rosebud gave way and Harry's cockhead pushed into her. Hermione took a sharp breath and Harry stopped moving immediately and waited, only continuing to push when Hermione's breathing returned to normal, and she wiggled her arse.
"Merlin Hermione, this is so fucking tight, and you feel amazing!" Harry said, his cock having the life squeezed out of it by the vicegrip that was her rosebud.
"Just keep going Harry, it hurts a littā¦GOD YOU'RE SO BIGā¦." Hermione suddenly broke out, only regaining her senses 10 seconds latter "It hurts a little, but I can also feel the beginnings of pleasure, so I'm hoping once I've grown accustomed to yourā¦sizeā¦ we can move a little faster and I'll enjoy this more."
Harry grunted in the affirmative and continued pushing into Hermione until his balls were resting against her clit. He stayed there for a minute, just enjoying the feeling of it and also giving her a chance to adjust.
"Ok Harry, you can start moving. Just please be slow at first." Hermione said, moaning in more pleasure than pain as he pulled back so that just the bulbous head of his cock was still lodged in her arse.
"Of course my love, you control everything about this." Harry replied, as he began pushing back into Hermione.
They found a rhythm that was slow and gentle enough for Hermione but also provided Harry with the pleasure he was hunting for. After five minutes Hermione spoke up.
"Oh Merlin Harry, this is starting to feel really good. Go faster.." Hermione said as a moan escaped her mouth.
"Sorry Hermione, what do I need to do?" asked Harry with a cheeky grin on his face.
"Go faster!" Hermione suddenly demanded.
"Faster what Hermione?" Harry asked pointedly.
"Fuck my arse faster Harry James Potter, I need to cum!" Hermione suddenly said.
"As my mistress demands" Harry said, as he picked up the pace and strength of his thrusts.
Harry and Hermione kept this up for another fifteen minutes, as Harry slowly worked up to the frantic pace that they'd reached last night.
"Oh Merlin Harry, I'm going to cum!" Hermione moaned out wantonly.
"Me to Hermione, together!" Harry said taking longer strokes as he drove himself towards the cliff edge that was his orgasm.
"OH FUCKā¦ HARRRY YESSS~" Hermione screamed as she squirted all over the floor of the kitchen. Harry grunted as he drove himself balls deep into Hermione's arse and began filling her with his seed.
Harry stepped back, pulling his cock from her arse and resting against the wall, while Hermione remained lying against the bench. Both of them heard the door open and close but neither made a move to cover up what had happened, both so lost in their bliss.
"'Mione, I hope that prat Potter has already left and that dinners underway" They bother heard Ron slur loudly as he walked from the front door to the kitchen. "I'm starving and I don't want any of that rabbit food you've beenā¦. WHAT THE FUCK!" Ron finally reached the kitchen. He had a perfect side on view of both Harry and Hermione, the later of which had cum leaking from her arsehole.
"What the fuck happened here and what is wrong with you two!" Ron said, his question finally breaking through their bliss bubbles.
Hermione, who had been resting her head looking away from the front door, twisted her head around too look into her husband's eyes "Harry fucked my arse and it felt amazing~" she purred
"But Hermione, you always said it was dirty when I wanted to do itā¦" Ron said pitifully.
"Harry wanted to try it and so did I, and Merlin am I glad we did. Harry, can you carry me to the guest room. I don't think my legs are working and we're not leaving for Grimmauld until you've cum at least two more times. We've got Potters to make remember." At this statement, Ron just stared in horror at his wife, while Harry shook his head and picked Hermione up bridal style.
"Oh and Harry, try not to break this one. We completely forgot to buy in Diagonā¦" Ron heard his wife say to Harry as he carried her down the hallway to the guest room. The joy Ron had been feeling from his time with the boys at the pub evaporating as the sound of his wife being utterly dominated rang through the house. Neither Harry nor Hermione thinking or caring to put up silencing charmsā¦
Authors Note
I'm experimenting with page break methods, time not being key to this chapter I didn't have that to lean on and didn't want to just dump a wall of text either. Let me know if you're comfortable with this method. Also, I've again got a 75/25 split between story and smut.