Disclaimer: I do not own any content relating to Harry Potter. I am strictly a fan fiction writer and do this only for my own enjoyment. I do not make any money from my writing.

A/N

Thank you for everyone who has left a review. It helps me with my writing process. I even like the constructive criticism as it helps to point out things that I may have left out. For those who wondered about Sirius and his lack of involvement, do not worry. He will have much more time in the story to come. I simply wanted to focus on Harry and Hermione and the quick and rapid onset of their relationship first. I promise that it will make sense later. Also, Sirius has his own life and problems to worry about. You'll learn about those soon enough.

I am also working on a third story now, so updates will become a little less frequent. I promise that I will do my best to keep things rolling along though.

Fair Warning: Sexual situations are in this story. If this isn't your thing, probably best to read something else. It will pick up once things change for Harmony. It isn't a main focus of mine, but I enjoy writing it, so it will continue.

Chapter 15: Finally, A Break

Albus Dumbledore sat at the large, oval conference table deep within the Ministry of Magic. He was surrounded by members of the Ministry and a few officials from overseas, who were all seated in the other chairs around the table. There were multiple conversations happening between the different representatives, but Albus just sat in silence. He could not believe the foolish plans that were being created in this very room.

After an hour of conversing and the occasional notes being taken, the Minister of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge, stood up and cleared his throat. The conversations slowly died away.

"I believe we have reached a consensus. The main points have been well documented and all that is left is a few minor details that will be added by the time the representative schools arrive at Hogwarts", the minister announced. "It is my deepest wish that the first Triwizard tournament to be held in over 200 years will be a resounding success. I am sure that with everyone's help, it will be the best tournament ever held. I thank you all for coming and wish you safe travels."

The conference members all stood up and departed the room. Albus stayed in his seat, greatly dismayed at the turn of events. When everyone had left the room, Fudge looked at Albus and saw the old wizard was about to speak. The minister held up his hand to silence Dumbledore. "It is well known that you do not approve, Albus, however…the tournament will be held with or without your assistance. If you do not stand aside, I will be having words with the board of overseers of Hogwarts." He let his threat hang over Dumbledore and simply walked out of the room.

Albus let out a long sigh and stood up. He shook his head and walked out of the room, leaving the ministry and headed back to the school.

Hermione Potter was in a deep sleep. Her dream was getting her rather randy. She was on a boat in the middle of the sea, having a very intimate experience with her new lover. He had caressed every part of her body, relishing in the experience of making her squeal in delight. Harry was kissing her neck, then leaving a small trail of kisses lower and lower on her body. He found her breasts and focused his attentions on them for several minutes. His tongue swirled over her sensitive nipples and occasionally nibbled on them, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to make her body shiver.

He continued to administer kisses down her flat stomach, each one driving her wild. Her breath was becoming shallow and ragged. His hands drifted lower, painfully slow, and carefully and expertly parted her legs. His body now moved lower, allowing himself to press down on her as he carefully moved his kisses even lower now. He was almost there. Almost right where she wanted him. Her mind was screaming now. She wanted this so badly. She needed to feel his attentions there, on her most intimate parts. She held back her screams that wanted to release out of her mouth. Finally, almost painfully agonizingly slow, he reached the spot.

She felt his tongue probe her. Cautiously at first and then a little more forceful. Gradually, his tongue sought out her most sensitive spot. When it arrived, she felt her body quiver. Her eyes slammed shut and her hands gripped the bedsheets. She felt his expert tongue becoming faster, and more precise. Wave upon wave of rolling pleasure enveloped her body. Her breath was now quite scarce. Her eyelids fluttered…and then opened. She was wide awake now and the tongue had not stopped.

Harry kept up his task. He was groaning slightly into her wetness. His tongue grew a little sore from the constant use, but he would not give up. His jaw too was becoming tender, but he would not quit. He wanted to do this. He wanted to give this to her. She was moaning now, her body writhing beneath him. He willed his tongue to go faster.

Each lick was incredibly intoxicating. Harry loved her taste. It was indescribable but he wanted more of it. Her juices were now almost constantly streaming out of her, washing over his tongue. He felt his rock-hard manhood pressing into the bed. It almost hurt how hard he was, but he continued the task at hand.

His reward was soon upon him. Hermione sat bolt upright in bed, grabbing the back of Harry's head, and jammed it into her soaked crotch. A sudden explosion of her juices splashed onto his face while Hermione literally screamed at the top of her lungs. Her whole body was bucking beneath him, as if she was trying to release herself from his weight. Her legs clamped down almost painfully tight against his head.

After several soft aftershocks rolled through her body, Harry felt her legs collapse onto the bed. He surreptitiously wiped his face off onto the bed sheets and then slowly rose to sit up on the bed. Harry looked into the incredibly flushed face of his wife, who's eyes were barely open.

"Good morning, love", Harry whispered.

Any plans the Harry and Hermione had that day were delayed until later that morning. Each of them took turns using their mouths to please the other. Only after several rounds of release each, they finally clambered out of bed and struggled to walk to the shower. Both teens were unsteady on their feet.

Harry caressed his wife's body, gently soaping her up, and then massaged her shampoo into her scalp and down her hair. He didn't feel embarrassment anymore at their nakedness. Everything was just fine.

Hermione was in a whole different world now. Her husband's touches electrified her skin. Even the simple act of washing her was almost too much. Her nerve endings were screaming out in pleasure. She would not stop his task though; it was the most sensual thing she had ever experienced. Well, almost…

An hour later, Hermione sent Harry to get breakfast started, even though she knew the house elves would likely already have it waiting on the table. She stood in their bedroom and stared into the floor length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Her skin was almost glowing, and her face was completely flushed. Her mind raced and her thoughts were a jumbled mess. It took several minutes before she was able to snap back to attention. She walked to her dresser and pulled out her bikini. Today was the best day of her life so far.

After a hearty breakfast, the couple headed outside for a day of fun in the sun. The house elves entered the bedroom and started to change the bedsheets. It was a good thing they thought to pack extras for this trip. Silently, the elves worked, sharing the occasional giggle between them. They used their magic to make a few slight changes to the room. They wanted it to be perfect for the couple, for tonight.

Harry was swimming in the ocean by himself, letting the cool waves wash over him. He spied his wife, sprawled out on the loungers, soaking up the sun. Harry was mesmerized by the beauty of Hermione. She was the definition of perfection in his eyes. He was taking in her glistening skin, the sun seemed to radiate off it, making it simply glow. Her bushy hair was rather untamed, even for her normal standards, but he loved it. Her lithe figure was faultless in his eyes.

Hermione was basking in the sun, feeling the heat soak into her skin. After her very active morning, it was a stellar feeling to be so utterly and completely relaxed. She wanted to stay on this island with Harry, forever. No need to ever leave. This could be the rest of her life and she would be perfectly happy with that. It was only after a relaxing few minutes of lying still that she had another thought. She grinned to herself and formed a plan in her mind.

Harry turned away from his current stupor and decided to start swimming again. If he kept up his staring at Hermione, she would eventually catch him. He dove into the waves and opened his eyes underwater. The crystal-clear water meant that Harry could see quite far under the waves. He spied a large group of tiny red fish, swimming among the coral only a few meters below him. There was life everywhere he looked down here! He popped back up to the surface and took another few deep breaths before returning to the world below.

Hermione entered the cool water and headed towards where Harry was currently face down in the ocean. She moved slowly so to not attract attention to herself yet. She was devilishly cunning in achieving her surprise attack. When she saw Harry pop up, she thought that she was going to be discovered too soon for the surprise to work, but he only took a few breaths, before returning his face to the water. Meter after meter, she worked her way up to Harry. He was still oblivious to her, even when she was now almost on top of him.

Harry watched the undersea world just below him that was brimming with life. He even spotted a lone sea turtle lazily swimming several meters away. The ocean floor was a small community. He wanted to stay down here and watch the action, but his breath soon gave out and he had to return to the surface world once again. He took several large breaths, intending to go back down to the new world he discovered, but he soon found himself under attack.

Hermione watched carefully as Harry finally needed to take a breath and he popped his head back to the surface of the water. This was her opportunity to strike! She pounced on top of Harry's back, pressing all her body weight into him. She managed to keep herself upright despite the waves crashing into Harry and her at frequent intervals. He fell forward and his legs gave out under his newly acquired weight gain.

Harry was pushed deep into the water, and he suddenly felt the new weight removed from his body. He launched himself back above the water and twisted his body to return the attack. When he reached for his attacker, he found his hand grabbing the first thing he could reach…Hermione's bare breasts.

Hermione laughed loudly at her successful surprise attack. She squealed in delight as Harry surfaced again. She tried to beat a hasty retreat, but her husband was too quick in his reaction. He twisted around and his hands shot forward, trying to grab her…he was successful.

Harry was suddenly frozen in shock. His hands had grabbed onto something that should have been covered but wasn't. It took him several seconds before his brain finally decided to work again. He let out a roar of laughter at the sight of his now completely nude wife. She had ditched her bikini and was now swimming with him in her birthday suit. He slowly let go of her breasts and wrapped his arms around his wife. He leaned into her and kissed her passionately.

Harry woke up a couple of hours later and stretched his relaxed body. He had fallen sleep in the lounger on the beach. The sun was lower in the sky now, but he guessed it was around 4pm. He looked over at Hermione who was also sleeping her in lounger. She had put her bikini back on after they were both done frolicking in the water (she didn't want to burn her important bits). Harry smiled to himself and decided that life couldn't get much better than this. Just a couple of months ago, he was so very lonely. His tutors and occasional visitor were nice, but he had always just wanted a friend. He had one now and he couldn't be happier. He rolled onto his back again and stared up into the clouds.

He felt guilty that his new friend was thrust into a hasty accidental marriage with him though. It wasn't fair to her, he thought. All he wanted was a girlfriend. It took so much courage to admit that he had fallen in love with her all those weeks ago. Yes, she had also admitted the same, but she couldn't possibly have wanted a permanent bond with him, could she? His mind was racked with guilt. Did he cause the soul bond simply because he had been so desperate for a friend or a girlfriend? He wasn't sure what had caused it. He knew what Minerva had said, and Albus too, but he wondered if something he did had pushed the soul bond to happen.

A very light touch caressed over his arm. He looked over and saw Hermione staring at him, with tears once again in her eyes. Harry quickly sat up and dropped to his knees on the side of her lounger.

"Hermione, what's wrong?", he asked, more than a little worried.

"You…you…doubt our soul bond…our…marriage?" Hermione said between quiet gasps.

"Uh…what?", Harry suddenly looked shocked. "I, uh…how do you know?"

She closed her eyes and her head sunk into her chest. Harry felt suddenly afraid. A second later, Hermione bolted from her lounger and took off towards the house. She flew through the front door, which slammed closed behind her. Harry just sat on his knees, looking shocked, wondering what had just happened.

Hermione ran through the small house and was almost through the door to the master bedroom before she stopped. She suddenly turned and proceeded down the hall to the guest bedroom. She threw the door open and bolted inside. The door slammed closed behind her and she waved her wand, casting a locking charm on the door. She had meant to go to her and Harry's room, but she suddenly didn't want to be in the room that held a few happy memories for her. She collapsed onto the guest bed and started to cry her eyes out.

How could be doubt our marriage? What was all of that about forcing me into it? Was he doubting his love for me? Does he not want the soul bond with me after all? Her thoughts were racing, and she was shaking with uncontrolled sadness. Her heart was torn once again. She had just had a wonderful morning and afternoon with Harry!

I don't understand why he doesn't…want me. After all we have done… she felt a sudden shame in her. She had done things with Harry; shared her body with him, something she had never wanted to share with anyone else. Of course, she hadn't gone…all the way with him yet…but she knew that it was about to happen. She wanted to, but now that seemed like it was never going to happen. She felt used. Did he only want me for…that? Or maybe he didn't like doing those things with me? OH GOD! Did I push him too far too fast? Maybe he only did…that to me because he felt…obligated. Her tears were falling so much faster now. She felt truly awful.

Hermione had been asleep on her lounger on the beach. Her mind started to wake, feeding her thoughts that were not her own. She kept her eyes closed, focusing only on the strange thoughts that felt alien to her. Hermione was thrust into an accidental marriage with me. All I wanted was a girlfriend. Yes, I love her, but the soul bond had to have been an accident. The soul bond had been created all because I just wanted a girlfriend. She didn't want it, did she? That was when Hermione realized what has happening. The bonded and developed further and she was hearing Harry's thoughts. She could also feel his guilt and shame.

Harry stood up on the sand and brushed his knees off. He felt worse than he had ever felt in his entire life. For the past several minutes, he had been on his knees, feeling…no, hearing Hermione's thoughts in his head. His mind came to the awful, eventual truth. Hermione had heard his thoughts too. Harry felt his own tears falling down his face. He walked into the house and collapsed onto the closest couch. Grief overtook him and he sobbed.

The house elves stood in the kitchen doorway, peeking out and seeing their master's grief. They also felt Hermione's grief through their bond with Harry. They all slowly and quietly turned down the hallway and entered the master bedroom, quickly undoing the changes that they had made only earlier that day. All the house elves felt a great sadness in themselves too.

Hermione somehow lifted herself from the bed and sat upright. She felt…someone else's sadness; their grief. She blinked a few times and focused on it. Her eyes closed tightly in concentration. Yes…she felt it coming through her own feelings of grief. It was powerful despite the immense feeling for sadness and…loss. OH NO!

Hermione bolted from the bed, waving her wand at the door, cancelling the locking charm. She flew through the door and ran into the master bedroom. He wasn't there. She ran back down the hallway and came to a sudden stop in the living room where she saw him. He was face down on a couch, his body heaving, his sobbing was loud and clear though. Hermione rushed to his side and nearly tripped over the coffee table. Harry sat bolt upright and looked into her eyes. A second later, Hermione crashed into him, bawling uncontrollably.

"Ppp…plea…please, Ha…har…Harry…don't…don't leave…meeeeee!" she screamed at him through her sobbing. Harry responded by crushing her in his arms. He wrapped them around her so tight, she felt her ribs starting to strain, threatening to suddenly crack. She didn't care though.

"I….I….I won't. I won't. I…prom…promise", Harry croaked. His voice was so intensely broken and hoarse. "I'm soo…. sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry" he chanted to her. Over and over, he kept repeating the same words.

They felt each other's pain; the shared grief. It enveloped them and caused both to feel nothing but heartache. It was so overwhelming. Both could only sob and shake. Hermione lifted her feet and straddled Harry's lap. The overpowered hug was still strong. They sat like that, in their shared feelings, for many, many minutes.

After what felt like an hour, both teens felt a shift. An unexplained change in their shared feelings. Hermione pulled her head off Harry's shoulders and stared at him. He stared back into her eyes, searching them, acknowledging the look she gave him. The knowledge was there. He just knew. The change was in him too, swelling into every part of his body. No words had been spoken but a tidal wave of information had been transferred between the couple.

Hands suddenly scrambled, racing to get to their task. Harry managed to yank his swimming shorts down to his knees when Hermione lifted off his lap, just enough. She ripped her bikini bottoms off and threw them away blindly. With no warning and all caution thrown to the wind, she pressed back down onto his lap. She felt him enter her. It was not gentle or caring. She had purposefully slammed down onto him, taking him all the way in one powerful movement. She felt herself rip, the pain shot through her mind, but she simply didn't care. A split second later, the pain was gone. It should have lasted much longer than that, but the bond simply had had enough of that and banished it.

Lips were smashed together, and tongues swirled in an intricate dance with each other. Their body's frenzied rhythm was hectic and unpracticed, but neither of them cared. Grinding and twitching, they moved their bodies, until at last, they gained a carefully crafted rhythm. Emotions were exploding in their minds. Harry's hands tore her bikini top in half, sending the ruined garment to the floor. He pawed at her, grabbing and mauling her chest. She loved it. Shivers were shared and they frantically increased the speed of their movements. Harder, faster, stronger...they were racing now, to the finish line.

Hermione abandoned the frantic kissing and threw her head back. A primal, guttural moan launched out of her throat. Harry hissed and felt himself pouring into Hermione's core. His load shot deep into her and kept going. He filled her womb with what felt like his literal essence; his entire being. Hermione's legs clamped together, quivering with huge shockwaves of pleasure. Her eyes were rolling back into her skull. She felt a release and she exploded a wave of liquid onto Harry. It kept coming, drenching both, but neither cared nor felt any embarrassment. All they could feel was pure, uncontrollable love.

That night, supper was skipped. Harry and Hermione had somehow made it to the master bedroom, but neither of them had any idea how they got there. Over and over again, they made love. Once, twice, but both lost track. It simply didn't matter to them. All they could focus on was their love. It sometimes came at a frenzied pace, other times it was slow and methodical. Again and again, time after time. It was all they cared about; all they could do now. In and out, pouring themselves into one another.

They probably should have taken a break or at least drank some water, but nothing seemed to calm them down. It was a marathon; a long, steady journey that seemed to have no end. Neither Harry nor Hermione had any intelligent or put together thoughts. All they knew was pure emotion. It was as if they were on autopilot, and their actions were controlled by something else entirely and neither of them saw what was happening around them.

Magic was literally pulsing around them, coming off in huge waves that shook the walls and the roof of the house. Items in the room were flying around in a cyclone. Bright blue light was emanating from their bodies. There was no sound but the frantic love making. The bond was now fully and irrevocably formed.

Later that night, Harry stirred in his slumber. His eyes remained closed, but his mind had woken just enough to hear sound. Thunder clapped loudly over the house and the roar of a torrential downpour was almost deafening. The waves on the ocean sounded angry, crashing violently together. The sound of metal tearing and twisting caused Harry to sit up in the bed with a panic over him. He tried to reach for his glasses on the side table, but they weren't there. He found his wand and cast an accio charm. He heard something small hit the master bedroom door. He flicked his wand at the door, and it opened. His glasses flew to his outstretched hand. He put them on his face and looked around the dark room.

"Lumos", he muttered. He saw Hermione sleeping soundly next to him. He gently shook her shoulder, waking her.

"Harry…what's…" she abruptly cut off her voice. She heard the storm raging outside. Her eyes turned to Harry with fear in them.

"Let's get up and go see how bad it is", Harry said. He noticed Hermione nod her head and the couple got up and quickly dressing in whatever clothes they could find. They made their way down the hallway and to the living room. The house elves were huddled together on one of the couches. They looked terrified.

"Quillby, Moxie, Bella, what is going on? Are you alright?", Harry asked.

"Yes…yes, Massster Harry" Quillby squeaked out. "We elves are just afraid of…the sto…storm." The elf had wrapped her arms around the other two elves, trying in vain to comfort them.

Harry looked out the front window but only saw blackness. He knew it was a very bad storm. They had to leave. "Quillby, take Moxie and Bella and get everything packed. We a leaving in five minutes." Harry tried to keep his voice calm and firm, attempting to project confidence.

"But…but master, we cannot leave! The storm is too powerful. If we tried to apparate away or use a portkey, it could kill us and you and the missus. Trying to magically travel in the middle of a monster storm is deathly dangerous!" Quillby spoke the words and Harry knew she spoke the truth. They were well and truly trapped on the island.