Harry and Hermione lemons i found

by ttyyt

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15. 15

There were a few moments of stunned silence before Harry finally opened his mouth to speak.

"What do you mean sexual assault? Rape? Chief, you got to be kidding me?" he croaked, looking up in amazement.

The Chief shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not, Harry. I saw Mrs. Weasley's memories myself. Now don't try to talk me out of it; I have to treat you the same way I'd treat any suspect."

Harry laughed until chest began to hurt again. "But I'm not a suspect… I mean, I know what it looks like, but you've got it all wrong."

"Well what do you call tying her to the kitchen table and using a knife on 'er then?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on! You're twisting this all around. Look who you're talking to!"

Chief drew back, giving Harry an once-over. "Maybe that's the problem, Harry, I haven't been watching you like I should have, even though I was told I should be."

"By who?"

"I ignored the lot of them and let you walk around like your shit didn't stink. But at the end of it, I guess there's a bit of darkness in everyone, even you, Harry Potter."

"Chief, we were role-playing!"

The Chief narrowed his eyes. "What did just you say?"

"I said we were role-playing rape! She asked me to dress up like a Death Eater and pretend I was, well, you know… raping her!"

"Mrs. Weasley said the same thing," he said scratching his head, looking at Harry strangely.

"Because it's the truth!" Harry said in exasperation.

That's mental!" the Chief said, almost laughing.

"I know, but that's what happened!"

The Chief stood there staring at Harry, and Harry stared back at him unabashedly and earnestly.

A scowl grew on the Chief's face. "What in the hell were you kids thinking?"

Harry winced and looked away embarrassed.

"Do you know how much trouble you've caused? I'm sitting on a huge scandal because of this! And frankly, it's a bit unbelievable. Both of you would have to be out of your minds to do such a thing."

Harry huffed. "Chief, what are the chances that we would both lie about it if were rape? When has that ever happened?"

"Well, you could be blackmailing her or something…"

Harry shook his head in disapproval.

The Chief put his hand to his chin. "Or maybe you've got her so twisted around your finger she believes that it's role-play."

"Now who sounds mental?"

"Well, what you're telling me is the craziest thing I've ever heard, and I've heard a lot of in my time. I still don't understand it."

Harry almost shrugged, but pain shot up his arm. "It's kinky, for sure, but it's not illegal, and I was going to return the mask, I swear it."

The Chief sighed in exasperation. "You think I care about that damn mask, Harry? And what in Dumbledore's name, what were you thinking when you broke into the confiscation vault to steal a Death Eater mask for your kinky sex games?"

Harry shook his head as much as he could. "I wasn't really… just wanted to make her happy, I guess."

"That must be one hell of a woman!"

Harry tried to smile a little. "She is."

The Chief began to pace beside Harry's bed. "I still have to figure out how to make this all go away quietly; I've got three Aurors who think they know what happened."

"Can't you Obliviate them?"

The Chief stopped pacing to cast a hard glare at Harry. "You and Mrs. Weasley seem to think a lot alike. You want me to Obliviate three Aurors just because you two can't cheat on your spouses like normal people?"

Harry looked back up at him with a guilty expression.

"I also have the medical staff here and folks back at the station who know Weasley called in something about a Death Eater. I can't very well Obliviate all of those people, too," the Chief continued.

Harry nodded. "Well, the medical staff is easy enough. You tell them the truth about what we were doing since they can't leak information anyway. The people back at the station… all they need to know is that Ron saw someone dressed like a Death Eater attempting to attack Hermione. You could tell them that it was a regular intruder using a Death Eater disguise and that the attack was averted by me… that's how I ended up in the hospital," Harry finished, looking quite pleased with himself.

"And the other three Aurors, Harry?"

"You can erase their memory of even being called to the scene," Harry offered.

"There will be people who know they were called to the scene you know."

"So?" Harry replied. "Just Obliviate the Aurors and tell them that if asked any questions, they're to say they didn't see anything, and if anyone wants any more information, they'll have to see you. That'll shut everyone up."

The Chief's face reflected a mixture of disdain and admiration. "Well, I still need some sort of proof of what you're saying. The medical staff here is convinced Mrs. Weasley is the victim of repeated attacks, and if I didn't like you so much Harry, I'd have half a mind to still believe it myself!"

"Well, did you look at Hermione's memories?"

"That's why I arrested you in the first place!" the Chief said, grimacing.

Harry wrinkled his brow in confusion. "There's no way… wait a minute, you just skimmed them, didn't you?"

"Well, what do you want me to do, Harry? Sit there and watch every bloody depraved act you two have done? I saw enough of it to know that it could get you a long stint at Azkaban!"

Harry shuddered and coughed a little. "Okay, how about you look at my memories? I'll tell you which ones to look for."

The Chief tightened his lips. "I-I don't want to…"

Harry frowned. "What do you mean? I'm offering you my memories as evidence!"

"I just don't want to all right!" the Chief said, putting his hands to his temples and massaging them.

Harry studied him for a moment. "What is it? You're scared to get in my head?"

The Chief looked away. "No offense, Harry, but… I mean, I heard that even You-Know-Who couldn't stand being in your head for too long. There're some things I'd just rather not see."

Harry ground his teeth, thinking. "Fine, well, can you at least get a Pensieve in here?"

The Chief cracked the tiniest smile before nodding. "Now that, I can do!"

Harry sighed in relief. "Thanks Chief, you won't regret it, you'll see, I'm innocent," he said giving the other man a small smile.

The Chief's eyes went sharp and he drew closer. "Not so fast, what's this I hear about you doing wandless magic?"

Harry swallowed.

"You know you're supposed to register yourself with our National Security Bureau, especially given that you're an Auror."

"I know," Harry whispered.

"Do you know how this makes you look? It doesn't exactly help your credibility."

Harry closed his eyes and nodded. "I didn't want any more attention. Do you know what kind of scrutiny I'd be under? People already either think I'm some type of super hero or freak, and I'm neither. I just want to be left alone," he finished with a sigh.

Chief shook his head. "Even still, you could have told me about it, Harry."

"I didn't think it was really a big deal; it's not like I'm using it on the job or attacking anyone with it."

"It's still dangerous, people have a right to know who they're dealing with, even if they have good intentions! And it doesn't help that you used it against an Auror."

"I really didn't mean to, it just happened," Harry said regretfully.

"Which is exactly the reason why wandless wizards are required to register!"

"I understand," Harry said softly.

"Do you? Because there seems to be a lot of misunderstanding going on with you right now. You have to see it from my point of view, Harry."

"I do, Chief," Harry said, before his eyes went wide. "Where's Hermione? Is she okay?"

"She's all right I suppose; we've got her in the Mind Healing ward."

"Oh… oh, no!" Harry said, looking distraught.

"Oh, yes, Harry," the Chief said with a scolding look.

"Well, go on then, the sooner we can get this over with the sooner we can get her out of there!"

The Chief gave him an irritated glance before exiting.

~~~*~~~

When the Chief returned with the stone gray bowl, Healer Dixon, and Mind Healer Johnson were with him.

They both watched Harry with poorly concealed disgust and trepidation.

"Now, do we have to watch every… thing? 'Cause they all look like rape to me and to tell you the truth, I'd rather not," the Chief said with grimace.

Harry rolled his eyes. "No, you won't have to watch us shagging. There are just two memories I want you to see," he said, slowly lifting his wand up to his temple. He retrieved two long gray strands and placed them into the bowl.

The memories swirled together, producing a thick gray mist. The Chief, Healer Dixon, and the Mind Healer Johnson all looked down into it tentatively before fully immersing themselves in it.

At first the images were blurry, but then they quickly came into focus. They were standing in the middle of a modest living room that the Chief recognized as the Weasley's.

Harry was sitting on the living room chair, stroking Hermione's face as she sat on the couch with her eyes shut. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and smirked up at him.

"Harry, since when do you care about being scolded?"

They watched as Harry withdrew his hand and looked at her gravely.

"Let me get this straight, once and for all," he said. "You want me to take you when I want, no matter what you say, before, during, or after?"

She looked back at him in silence.

"Why?" he asked.

"I can't live with the guilt, Harry. I can't look at myself in the mirror knowing I'm married to Ron and cheating on him with our best friend. Saying no to you makes it easier somehow."

"Well, I'm not exactly comfortable with the idea that I may actually wind up forcing myself on you," Harry said. "What if there comes a point when you really don't want it? How will I know?"

"I'll let you know when it's okay," Hermione responded.

"How?"

"You're smart, you'll figure it out," Hermione said with a smile.

And then the memory shifted slightly, going fuzzy once more before the lines and contours around them became clear and defined. This time, the house was slightly messier, and there was much less light because it was evening.

They were now in the foyer watching Hermione as she stormed in with Harry close on her heels. She whirled around abruptly, startling Harry. They argued about a previous encounter in Hermione's office, and then watched in surprised as Hermione suggested that perhaps Harry harbored darker desires.

"I'm not accusing you of anything Harry. But I can't help but wonder if you have ever seriously thought about doing some of the things we've played out."

"You're the one that asked me to take you without asking, and you have the nerve to call me an undercover rapist?"

"I didn't mean it like that, it's just that… sometimes it's a bit disturbing how good you are at it," Hermione said, biting her lip.

"Well, you don't have to worry about it anymore Hermione, I won't be disturbing you again!"

They watched him yell at her as he turned around and head towards the door.

"Harry!" she called behind him.

Enthralled in the drama of the scene, they watched as Harry turned around once more, looking at her with contempt on his face.

"Stay away from me! I'll contact you if I want to see you again!"

Suddenly they were pulled out of the Pensieve and found themselves staring at Harry with stunned fascination until the Chief cleared his throat.

"Well, ah, I guess that pretty much settles—" he started.

"I must say, it's highly unusual," the Mind Healer Johnson interrupted, "for couples take such extreme measures to engage in their… activities the way you two have!"

Harry dropped his eyes, his face red. "Yeah, I guess we took it too far."

"Well, if it were up to me, I'd put you both in the Mind Healing unit for further observation. There's some serious dysfunction here!" she said, looking at him as if he were quite ill.

"But, as it were, it's obvious that this is a consensual relationship, and none of our concern," Healer Dixon said softly but firmly.

Harry gave her a small smile. She responded by rolling her eyes and turning quickly to head out, followed by the Mind Healer Johnson who walked behind her looking back at Harry as if she were afraid to turn her back on him.

"Dixon," the Chief called.

"Yes?" she whispered as she paused to turn around, fixing her eyes once again on Harry, who blushed and looked away.

"I'll need that assistant of yours to go to the room where my Aurors are waiting… understand?"

"I really don't see the need for that. She's medical staff, and sworn to the same confidentiality laws that we are!"

"But she is not a Healer and who knows where she'll end up in a few years. If it's all the same to you, I'd just like to make sure."

"Oh, all right!" Healer Dixon said in resignation before turning back around and leaving.

Harry was left alone with the Chief who stood looking down at him with disgust.

"Consensual or not, Harry, that's the wife of your best mate and a fellow Auror. I don't have to tell you how this could affect morale or your team's ability to trust you."

Harry looked back at him with sad eyes.

The Chief shook his head, continuing. "Then to come and find out you're the reason why Mrs. Weasley's security wards were broken…"

Harry stared back at him in silence.

"And you of all people, stealing a Death Eater's mask from our confiscation vault to act out a freaky sex game!"

Finally, Harry nodded. "I understand why you have to fire me Chief, all I ask is that you keep it quiet, Hermione and Ron don't need to be publicly humiliated because of my stupidity."

"Oh, they won't be, you can count on that. I'm not going to be the laughing stock of London because you couldn't control your sick little fetish!"

The Chief began to pace in front of Harry's bed, talking out loud to himself. "I can't believe it, Harry Potter, of all people," he said, stopping to look back at Harry. "You're the one everyone was counting on, you were my star!"

"Did it ever occur to you that I don't want to be a star?" Harry asked. "I just want to be an Auror."

The Chief huffed. "Well, you've certainly changed my opinion of you."

Harry's face fell and he looked away.

"I'm going give you two options: resign on your own and keep quiet, or put in for a transfer to work another unit. I can't run the risk of having you and Weasley running into each other."

Harry appeared as if he were trying not to look too pleased. "Thanks, Chief! I love being an Auror, so the transfer it is. I'd rather not run into Ron right now anyway."

"Yeah, if I were you, I wouldn't want to run into him either. How did this start anyway?"

Harry shrugged. "I can't really say…"

"At any point someone could have walked in on you two and assumed you were attacking her, you know that?"

Harry nodded.

"What I can't figure out, is how do you know that you're not taking it too far? What if you misjudge things and actually wind up forcing yourself on her, what would you do then?"

Harry shrugged as much as he could. "I just know. We have an understanding."

The Chief snorted. "Some understanding. That's a dubious affair you got going on there. You should be careful; you're playing a risky game," he said. "Once they get you fixed up in here, you'll put in for a transfer, you hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

"I don't want you working anywhere near London. I have some connections outside; any place in particular you'd like?"

"Somewhere rural… where there aren't many people; the countryside I suppose," Harry said.

The Chief nodded. "Sounds good, I'll put in some inquiries and get back to you so we can hurry and get the paperwork started."

"Thanks, Chief."

The Chief sighed. "Well, I've got four people to Obliviate, and then some fancy talking to do up at the station. I guess they were right about one thing when you signed up for the job," he said looking bemused.

"What's that?"

"You're full of surprises."

~~~*~~~

Hermione looked up in resentment as the Chief, Healer Dixon and the old Mind Healer entered her room.

The two women were studying her curiously, while the Chief looked quite embarrassed and shifty.

He shoved his hands in his robe pockets and finally looked up at her. "Mrs. Weasley, on behalf of the Department of Aurors, I'd like to apologize for—"

"Oh, thank Gods!!!" Hermione shouted, jumping up. "What took you so long?!"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, we just needed to be sure," he said apologetically.

Hermione's forehead wrinkled. "Fine, whatever, where's Harry? Can I see him now?"

Healer Dixon nodded her head slowly. "You'll be able to see him shortly."

Hermione balled her fists at her sides. "Take me to him immediately!"

"We will momentarily; he's being moved to a more private location at the moment," Healer Dixon said.

"Great, I'll just sit outside and wait. Can I have my purse back?" Hermione asked.

"Perhaps it'd be better if you waited here. Here you go," Healer Dixon said, bowing slightly as she handed Hermione her purse.

"Fine, but I'm starved, I'd like a snack or something. I'll be right back," Hermione said, pushing her way past Healer Dixon toward the door.

"Oh, no, Mrs. Weasley!" The Chief called after her.

But Hermione was already gone and made quick haste to get to the waiting room where there was kind looking older woman with a cart of healthy snack foods.

"One bar of Great Gobs of Granola, please," she said reaching into her purse to pull out a galleon.

"You want to be careful, you only need to eat half; they work through you quick."

Hermione tried not to snicker as she said, 'thank you', taking the bar and her change from the woman and then turning to go back to her former room.

She stilled suddenly when her eyes locked with a pair of piercing brown eyes glaring up at her from the couch by the wall. Hermione held her breath as Ginny stood up and quickly walked up to her, coming dangerously close to invading her personal space.

"You have some nerve being here!" Ginny said loudly, baring her teeth.

Hermione took a breath before speaking, trying to stay calm. "Ginny, they brought me here, too."

Ginny let out a mocking laugh. "For what?"

Hermione looked away for a moment. "For an examination."

"Oh, did Ron kick your arse as well? Doesn't look like it, not that I would disagree if he did."

"Ginny, I know what you must be—"

"You don't know anything about me, Hermione and neither does Harry. You've both fucked with the wrong Weasley!" she said, putting her finger in Hermione's face.

Hermione drew back and shook her head. "Ginny, I know saying sorry isn't enough but I am very sorry!"

Ginny put her hand down, and considered Hermione for a moment before raising it again and slapping her hard across the face, which drew shocked gasps and whispers from everyone in the waiting room.

Hermione recovered quickly and stared back at Ginny in challenge, this time pulling out her wand if she dared to try it again.

Instead Ginny shook her head. "You know what? I don't even care! You can have him!"

Hermione stared back at her shock.

"You both thought you were so clever with those stupid charmed owls and disappearing at the same time. I'm not my brother, I'm not naive. I saw what was going on."

"But couples night—"

"I was putting on a charade just like you two were!" Ginny shouted. "I've suspected for awhile, I was just waiting for one of you to do something really stupid and you didn't let me down."

Hermione was speechless.

Ginny smirked. "Don't worry though, I'll make quick work of getting a divorce, in fact, I've already moved on," she said triumphantly, flipping her hair.

Hermione could only manage a confused expression. "What?"

"You tell Harry he can have the damn house, I'm away too often to live there anyway… besides, my new lover hates London. She prefers Paris, so that's where we'll be residing."

"She?"

A guard came over, eyeing the two women with his wand drawn. "Is there a problem here?" he asked, looking at Hermione.

Hermione shook her head slowly. "No, no, sir. I was just leaving," she said, about to turn around.

"You'd better," Ginny whispered threateningly.

Hermione stared back at Ginny as if she were looking at a stranger before turning to look at the guard and walking away.

"Oh, and, Hermione," Ginny called to her in mockingly affectionate tone. "Tell Harry that my solicitor will be in contact very soon!"

The guard stood in front of Ginny as if to prevent her from following Hermione. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to escort you outside, we don't need that sort of trouble in here," he said sternly.

Ginny looked at him as if he were daft. "Fine! There's no one here worth visiting anyway!" she said before storming out.

~~~*~~~

When Hermione came around the corner, she had to take a moment to brace herself against the wall. She didn't realize that she had been shaking until she felt the granola bar in her hand almost slip. She took several deep breathes before continuing to her room, where the young assistant was waiting.

"They've moved him to the thirteenth floor; I'll take you there if you like," she said almost apologetically.

Hermione smiled and quickly nodded her head. "Yes, please," she said following the girl out.

They boarded a small lift that had been hidden by a glamour and when they got off of it, she stared in wonder as they started down a brilliant white hall with no rooms.

"There's only one room on this floor, they reserve it for celebrities. You know, for privacy."

"Of course," Hermione whispered.

"Harry!" she said running over to him.

"Hermione," Harry croaked, trying to smile.

Hermione looked at him and all of his bandages and bruises and began to cry. "Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, Hermione, the truth is out now; we don't have to hide anymore," he said, trying to reassure her.

Hermione nodded, tears still rolling down her face. "Does it hurt much?"

"Only when I breath or move," Harry said, trying to give her a big smile that turned into a grimace as he felt his lip threatening to split again.

"I deserved it," he whispered.

"Don't you say that! He almost killed you! No one deserves to be hurt like this. I have a good mind to—"

"To do what, Hermione? File charges?"

They both let the implications of that statement and what they had just been through hang in the air for several moments.

"Do you want some granola?" she offered.

Harry looked down at the bar and tried to shake his head. "Nah, it's sort of hard to eat hard food," he said, wincing.

Hermione began to cry again.

"Please stop, you're not making me feel any better here. If you keep crying you're going to make me cry, and it hurts to cry," he said with a half-smile.

Hermione chuckled, wiping her tears off her face. "Salt in your wounds?"

Harry nodded.

"I'm sorry," she said before letting out a frustrated groan. "It's just not right, I cheated as well, and you're the one who suffers for it!"

"I can pay you back later if you like," he said, trying to give her a sly smile.

"Or now…" she said, one eyebrow going up.

"Hermione, you sneaky little minx, what are you talking about?"

"Well, you have this big room all to yourself, yes?" she smirked.

"Yeah," Harry said, smiling as much as he could.

She wiggled her eyebrows at him and turned to walk back toward the door, casting a locking charm on it.

"What are you doing?"

"Why I'm just making sure you get the best care we have to offer, Mr. Potter," she said, raising an eyebrow

"Hermione, you can't be serious? I can barely move," he said.

"Oh? Does that apply to everything on your body?" she said, snaking her hand up his thigh.

"Well," he said, taking a big gulp, watching her hand. "Oh… Hermione," he moaned.

"Shhh, my name is Healer Granger, and you shouldn't try to talk too much, you need your rest, you know," she said, pulling his cock out and stroking it gently.

As he hardened in her hands, she licked her lips, lowering her mouth right above him teasingly.

Harry let out a low hissing sound trying to push his hips up, whining at the pain.

"Now, now, don't move. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself," she said.

"But it hurts… right here," Harry said, staring down at his cock.

"I see. I suppose I'll have to give that my special remedy," she said with a smirk.

"Yeah? Whatever you can do, I'd appreciate it," he said with exaggerated desperation.

Hermione lowered her mouth to the head of his cock but Harry reached up with his hand to stop her.

"You think we're being watched?"

Hermione stood up straight and looked around and then shrugged. "Harry, they just combed through our most intimate memories, do you really care?"

Harry laughed. "I've created a monster!"

Hermione giggled and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"Now, Mr. Potter, don't interrupt me again or you'll miss out on my wonderful bedside manner."

"Yes Ma'am, I wouldn't want to do that," he said, closing his eyes as she lowered her mouth once more.

~~~*~~~

After three days of staying with Harry, Hermione finally went home, only to find that the furniture had tags on it, some things had her name on them, others had Ron's name. Some of her personal art pieces and decorative trinkets were gone.

"Ron?" she asked, looking around for him.

She went upstairs, she saw a large trunk with her name on it off to the side near the wall at top of the stairs and several of her things were next to it.

She walked cautiously into the bedroom and found Ron with his back turned, lifting items with his wand and lowering them into separate piles on the floor. He turned around and glanced at her before turning back around and resuming.

"Don't worry, I didn't touch your most personal things, but I expect you to pack them up quickly and be done with it," he said.

She watched him in thick silence a few more minutes until he was done and then he turned around to stare at her. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever until Ron shook his head.

"What did I do to you?" he asked, his stare unflinching.

"Nothing, Ron," she whispered.

"Then why… why would you do that to me?"

"I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did," she said.

"Nothing like that 'just happens', 'Mione. How long?"

Hermione shook her head and looked down. "A few months."

Ron gave her a humorless smile. "That long. Huh."

She nodded slightly.

He took a deep breath. "So I guess he got cleared of rape then?"

"Ron, he wasn't raping me," she said.

"Of course not, he just dressed up like a Death Eater, tied you to our kitchen table, and held you down by the throat while he shagged your brains out… Oh, but you liked it, so I guess that makes it okay!"

Hermione's face was flushed bright red. "I know you don't understand, Ron!"

"No, I don't. What you guys were playing at is sick. You've never even hinted that you were into anything like that!"

"I know, I didn't even know I was until…"

"Until you started fucking our best friend! Well, he's your best friend now. I don't have a best mate anymore. And I guess don't have a wife either. You two deserve each other!" he said turning back around and packing a separate bag for himself.

"You're moving out as well?" she asked.

"No, I'm not moving anywhere, you've left me with nothing, this house is the only thing I have! You're the one moving out. I just don't want to be here while you're doing it!"

Hermione bit her lip and stood still watching him as he continued to pack.

"You know, I may not always be the sharpest blade in the bunch, and yeah, I still chew with my mouth open, and I probably talk about Quidditch too much, but I really did love you, Hermione. Still do, I guess. But don't worry, I'll work on that," he said as he gathered a few more items.

Turning around, he faced her again. "I shouldn't even care… what you two do is your business but, remember, it may seem like it's all fun and games… until someone gets hurt."

"Ron, we're in love," Hermione said. "I know it hurts to hear that, but Harry would never hurt me."

Ron scoffed and headed for the door. "Right. I thought he'd never hurt me, either."

"Ron!"

Ron stopped and turned around "What? There's nothing else to say, is there?"

Hermione searched her thoughts and found he was right. There was nothing that could be said; nothing that could mend this.

"I want you out by tomorrow," he said flatly.

Hermione's mouth dropped open. "Tomorrow? Ron, that's unreasonable! Where do you expect me to go?"

"I don't care, Hermione," he said, turning back around.

He stopped at the doorway and hung his head, sighing.

"Look, I'm staying at my parents'. Take as long you like, just owl me when you've moved out," he said, his voice thick with tears.

"Thank you," she said.

Ron didn't answer, he just slammed the door and he was gone.

~~~*~~~

Two months later…

Harry put in for a transfer to the county of Winchfield. He liked it a lot, there was lots of grass, and the locals didn't seem as impressed or star-struck with him as he was used to. He was free to walk about without being stared at and people pretty much kept to themselves.

Just as Ginny promised, there was a quick divorce, in which she demanded and received a sizable sum of Harry's wealth in exchange for her silence.

Ron also gave Hermione a quick divorce, requiring nothing but their home. Hermione had no problem allowing Ron to keep the house as she had already moved in with Harry. They didn't plan to stay there for long though as they had already put a down payment on a modest country home near Harry's new job.

After weeks of deliberating, Hermione decided that she would much rather own a book shop than work for the Ministry any longer, so she made plans to purchase a small shop in Winchfield.

Two months after all hell had broken loose, they lay in bed together on one sunny Saturday morning, enjoying the comfort of waking up in each other's arms. They were both startled when the morning paper smacked against the window loudly before falling with a thud below on their porch. Harry looked at Hermione and they both made a face.

"Well, we both knew it was coming," he said.

"Yes, we did," she said in agreement with weary eyes.

"Shall I?" he asked.

"Yes, go ahead," she sighed.

Harry reluctantly rose from bed.

"Bring me some juice while you're down there, please."

"Pumpkin or orange?"

Hermione smiled. "Surprise me."

He nodded his head and when he returned he had both the Prophet and a glass of orange juice in his hands. He handed Hermione the orange juice and slid back into bed beside her, opening up the Prophet so that she could read it beside him.

They both shook their heads when they read the title.

Legacies of War:

The Broken Lives of the Veterans of the War Against Darkness

by Rita Skeeter

They both had been dreading the arrival of that day's Prophet, knowing the feature was going to be about them. Skeeter had been interviewing everyone they knew after unsuccessfully trying several times to reach them.

They both suspected that Skeeter was less interested in 'veterans of the war' than the scandal of the simultaneous Weasley and Potter divorces and Harry and Hermione's new relationship.

They read in silence, leaning against each other for support.

The piece detailed the events of the war, the roles of Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny in the final battle, and their subsequent marriages and careers. It actually appeared to be a thoughtful and respectable report until they reached the end.

They both groaned as Skeeter described Harry's 'self-exile' into rural Britain after breaking up the marriage of his best friends, and Hermione's supposed forced resignation after a reported failed attempt at revamping the Ministry's Magical Creatures division. Skeeter went on to say that Hermione and Harry were both trying to rebuild some sense of normalcy by playing house in the country and were unavailable for comment, probably because they were both ashamed of their hurtful love affair.

"What does she mean failed attempt? I single handedly cleaned up the Dragon trade and I'm the one responsible for most of the recent slew of elf bills that have gone through!"

"Hermione, did you really think Skeeter would report the truth?"

She pursed her lips and they continued to read.

Harry's mouth dropped in shock as Skeeter disclosed Ginny's new relationship with teammate, Sarah Vaughn, who she was now living in an expansive villa right outside of Paris. She penned them as Quidditch's new 'royal couple' and that it was expected that they would be married within the year.

"I still can't believe she's gay," Harry said, shaking his head.

"Maybe she's bisexual?" Hermione offered. Harry frowned.

They both read on in thick silence about Ron's new promotion to Captain and the frequent sightings of him out on the town with a young blond elf advocate named Christina Stevenson. Skeeter hinted that although the two insisted that they were just friends, there was a 'bright glimmer' in the eyes of Ms. Stevenson when Ron's name was mentioned.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at that and shook her head.

"Well, it wasn't so bad I guess," Harry said.

"I suppose… I have some news as well," she said, taking a deep breath before looking at him.

"What?" Harry asked, sitting up.

"I wanted to wait until we read the article before I told you, I thought it might cheer you up a bit," she said, smiling.

"What is it?" Harry asked with a curious smile.

"Well… Healer Dixon owled me a few weeks ago," Hermione said.

"Why? What's wrong?" Harry asked, his brow furrowing.

"Nothing, she just said she wanted to keep in touch with me, to make sure I was all right."

"Well, are you?"

Hermione nodded. "I went in for an examination yesterday…"

"What for?"

"I've been feeling a bit nauseous lately and…"

"Yes?" Harry said excitedly.

"We're pregnant!" Hermione blurted out.

"Are you serious!? You mean, I'm going to be… I'm going to be dad?"

"Yes Harry, yes!"

"That's brilliant Hermione," he said, hugging her tight and lifting her up off the bed and whirling her around in a circle before settling her on her feet in front of him.

"Well, I'll have to make an honest woman of you," he said, smiling.

"Well, if you insist," she replied, looking up at him in anticipation.

"I most certainly do," he said, getting down on one knee.

"Hermione Granger, will you do me the honor of being my wife?" he asked with adoration in his eyes.

Hermione smiled down at him. "Of course, Harry, yes!"

Harry's stood up immediately, pulling her into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, I don't have a ring, but I'll fix that soon enough."

Hermione shook her head. "That's okay, Harry, it's not about that."

"I'm going to get the biggest one your hand can hold!"

Hermione's forehead wrinkled. "I don't like big rings."

Harry shrugged. "Well, whatever you like," he said as he leaned in to kiss her.

~~~*~~~

They were married a few weeks later, in a small private ceremony at a local Muggle tavern, conducted by Professor McGonagall, who both gave them stern advice about the importance of fidelity and the blessing of second chances.

Although they invited all of their family and friends only Hermione's parents, Hagrid, Neville, and Luna showed. Hermione's parents looked on with skepticism and a forced pleasantness that made Harry uncomfortable.

He did catch Mr. Granger sizing him up several times throughout the ceremony and subsequent dinner. Harry smiled appreciatively when he felt Hermione squeeze his hand when she saw him staring off. He was trying not think about the fact that the only real family he had ever known was understandably absent. Still, he managed to sum up the nerve to ask Neville how the Weasleys were doing, to which Neville responded awkwardly that they were doing as well as to be expected.

"I know you've lost so much, but I'll make it up to you Harry," Hermione whispered once they arrived at the front gate of their yard.

"You don't need to make up anything to me, just having you makes it all worth it," he said, looking down at her lovingly.

"Well, you have me, for better or worse, every day for the rest of your life," she smiled up at him.

Harry smiled. "And when I'm at my worst, you can always pretend I'm someone else," he said lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the door of their new home.

The Fluffy End

[A/N: Well, that's the happy ending we all want for our couple. It was always my intention to have a happy ending to this story, but my Muse does what it wants to, and if I have to be honest with myself, there is another ending to this story.

The second ending to this story is below.

PLEASE do NOT read any further if you like happy endings! The following will not be happy or fun or sexy (well some may like it).

If you do decide to read on, please be aware that there will be an additional warning that has not been used in this fic previously.

YOU HAVE BEEN SUFFICIENTLY WARNED!!

The Second Ending to A Dubious Affair

New Warnings: Non-consensual sex i.e. Rape, Dark!Harry

Chapter 10: Careful What You Wish For

Hermione felt like she was floating on air as her new husband lifted her into his arms, carrying her to their front door. He skillfully muttered something, unlocking the front door and causing it to fly open.

"Harry! What did I tell you about that?" she said, looking up at him in fake disapproval. "Did you ever register yourself?" she asked.

Harry shook his head. "Nah, Chief let it slide, said he could imagine worse people with the gift. And it is a special occasion," he said as he carried her inside.

"Shall I carry you up the stairs, m'lady?" he asked in very formal tone.

Hermione beamed. "Yes, sir. I'd like that very much."

He smiled down at her as he carefully carried her up the stairs to their bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, stood up and began to undress.

Hermione licked her lips and rose to her knees, pulling her dress over her head and then her bra.

"What would you like to role-play tonight, Mrs. Potter?" he asked with a devilish smile.

"Actually, I was hoping we could make love," she said, smiling up at him.

"That's boring. We're married now, we can do anything we want, and you pick that," he teased.

Hermione felt a twinge of regret and pain at his remark, but decided that she wasn't going to let that ruin their wedding night. Instead, she looked at him daringly.

"All right then, how about you pretend to be some sort of creature," she offered.

Harry wrinkled his forehead. "That doesn't sound sexy," he said.

"Wait, you didn't hear me out… how about you pretend to be some sort of Dark creature, like a vampire, or werewolf. I'll be sleeping unawares when you come to claim me," she said, dramatically lifting the back of her hand to her forehead in mock distress.

"Interesting," he said, moving in closer. "How about that I play that creep, Fenrir Greyback?" he said with a wolfish grin and a dark gleam in his eye that for some reason made Hermione slightly uncomfortable.

She inwardly cringed as she recalled Greyback leering at her when they were being held at Malfoy Manor.

"Harry, wait a minute," she said, looking at him, sitting up straight.

"What?" he said, taking a seat beside her.

"You know, I've been thinking about the way we play. I love it, I wouldn't change a thing about it… but, I think it'd be smart if I came up with a safe word, just in case," she said cautiously.

"Just in case of what, Hermione?" Harry asked, reaching out to stroke her face.

"Well, what if one night I'm not in the mood or something is wrong, I need a way to tell you, so that you'll know I'm being serious when I say no."

"Nonsense, since when? That's part of the fun. You like being overpowered, right?" he said, moving his hand down to her neck and squeezing it.

"Yeah, I do, but I mean it's just for in case it gets out of hand, so no one gets hurt."

"But I thought you liked it when I hurt you a little bit," he said, squeezing harder, pushing her onto her back.

Hermione pushed up, struggling against him, to which Harry responded by resting his entire weight squarely on top of her.

"Harry, stop, I'm being serious!" she said, reaching up to push him off.

Harry looked down at her in amusement and chuckled. "Come on, Hermione, you can fight harder than that," he challenged.

Hermione shook her head and began to try to throw her body up in protest against his, to no avail. "No… listen to me, Harry! This is exactly what I'm talking about. I'm being serious right now! Stop it!"

Harry slapped her across the face hard, drawing a pained cry from her and then he muttered something under his breath. The next minute Hermione felt her arms being pulled over her head and then rendered immobile when invisible bonds bound her wrists above her head.

"Harry please… oh, gods, please, I'm serious! Please stop it!"

Harry's mouth closed over her in a brutal kiss and she bit his lip hard, drawing blood and eliciting laughter from Harry as he sat up and wiped the blood away from his mouth. He reached down and pinched one of her nipples harshly, making her cry out as he continued to twist it brutally between his fingers.

Hermione began to try to kick, and Harry made a tut tut sound, pushing his knee between her legs.

"I would bind your legs, but I actually like it when you kick," he snarled as he bent down to sink his teeth into her neck.

"Harry!!!" she screamed, writhing as much as she could under him trying to make it as difficult for him as possible.

Harry paused, and raised his head staring down at her, his eyes wild and his lips curled into a cruel smile. "Hermione, you ever hear of that Muggle story…"

"Please… please," she begged, her face red and tear streaked.

"The one about the little boy who cried wolf?" he continued, looking at her but not really as he reached down to tear her knickers off, pulling at them hard so that it left welts on her skin.

"Harry, please, no… please," she continued to cry.

"Well, you're my little girl who cried wolf," he said as he entered her roughly.

Hermione looked up in horror as she saw Harry's face, it was as if he were in some sort of trance and her tears and protests only seemed to be turning him on more.

"You know you want it… this is how you like it, right?" he said as he drove himself into her harder once more.

Hermione shook her head and tried to turn her face away from him. He grabbed her face in his hand and squeezed, digging his nails into her cheeks. "You need… someone to… ah… make the decision for you… and tell you that you have no choice in the matter at all. And that's exactly what I'm going to do…" he panted as he continued to violate her.

He didn't stop until he approached climax, calling out her name as he spilled himself into her. He lay on top of her for a few minutes before rising and undoing her binds.

Hermione punched him square in the jaw.

"Oww!!" Harry groaned, holding his jaw in one hand.

She jumped up and ran for the door, but found herself being thrown back as if repelled once she reached it. She turned around and looked up to see Harry leering down at her with a small smile on his face.

"Come back to bed, Hermione," he said.

Hermione began to cry, frozen to her place on the floor. Harry climbed out of bed and lifted her up in his arms. She felt powerless as she looked up at him and when he laid her back onto the bad, she turned away from him to face the wall, curling up into herself. She couldn't stop the tears, they seemed to flow endlessly as she tried to make sense of what just happened.

"You have quite a right hook, there," she heard him say.

It all felt surreal and she could feel herself trembling as her heart pounded in her ears. When Harry reached over to put his arm around her, she flinched. She felt herself being pulled back closer to him. He was rubbing his sweaty forehead against her skin, and it made her think of the one time, the only time, they had ever really made love, and that made her cry harder.

"Don't cry, love. That's part of the fun, isn't it? Saying no, and not being heard?"

Hermione stiffened, balling a piece of the sheet in one of her fists.

"You raped me… you really raped me, Harry," she said.

"No, I didn't…"

She turned around, showing him her tear stained face. Harry frowned and pulled her closer to him. He leaned in, tracing her tears with his lips, kissing them away.

"And what if I did? Who would believe you now?" he whispered.

Hermione gaped back at him in disbelief.

"You said it yourself, you owe me. I almost went to Azkaban for you," he said, glaring at her.

"Harry… I thought you loved me," she whispered, searching his face.

His glare quickly changed into a wide-eyed admiring stare. "Oh I do, Hermione. I really do. I love you more than anything. That's why I'm going give you what you need, forever, until death do us part," he said, smiling again, and pulling her close.

"Your Chief told me… he said that people were betting you'd snap," she said, covering her mouth in shock.

Harry laughed. "You think I've snapped? I haven't snapped, Hermione. You've freed me. At first, I felt guilty about it, but now… now, I finally feel like I can be myself and know that I'll be accepted… you'll always love me, no matter what."

Hermione felt new tears forming in her eyes as she felt terror grip her, her mind racing of what she could do to escape.

"Shh, stop crying… please, it's not good for the baby. This is how it's going to be, and if you try to run, I'll hunt you down and bring you back," he said, looking down at her.

Hermione stared in him in shock.

Harry chuckled. "What am I saying? You'd probably like that, wouldn't you?" he said giving her a cheeky grin before kissing her on the forehead and wrapping both of his arms around her.

Hermione froze, listening to his heartbeat, feeling his strong arms holding her tight against his chest. With her eyes glued to the growing darkness around her, she realized with dawning horror that any efforts to report that her husband, Harry Potter, was raping her, would be viewed as dubious, at best.

The End