CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Summary: Sent to Volterra in order to negotiate terms of an alliance to end the war, Hermione's life is turned upside down as she is brought into the world of the Volturi, better known as the Vampire Kings. There she is made a part of a new kind of family and a most trusted member of the guard, whether she likes it or not, and surprisingly, she does. Rated M for language, violence and sexual content.

Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and Stephenie Myers. I am not making a profit from writing and posting this fanfic. As for the descriptions of appearances for the Twilight characters, all my research is based on the books and not the movies, but I may have changed a few things regarding Alec's height and age.

Page count: 9

Thursday 6th August 1998

"I hate it when you do that," Hermione scowled up at him after shaking her head to rid of the dizziness that washed over her.

He smiled at her innocently, shifting until he was cradled between her thighs and he hovered above her.

"Why do you vampires insist on doing that? I can walk perfectly fine, you know?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "But I could get us here faster than you can blink."

"But it makes me feel dizzy," she pouted at him, shifting beneath him on the soft mattress of the bed.

She had thought he was going to kiss her again but instead he'd scooped her up in his arms and brought them inside, lowering her to the centre of the large bed before she'd even been able to blink.

"Should I apologise?" He smirked at her.

"Yes, actually, you should," she said, jutting her chin up slightly and crossing her arms over her chest in-between their bodies. An amused look crossed his face. "I'm waiting," she said, locking her gaze with his.

A smile pulled at his mouth and he lowered his head to place a chaste kiss to her mouth, down her cheek, over her jaw and against her throat, nuzzling at her skin as he breathed in her scent. His mouth twitched when he heard her breath hitch.

"I'm very sorry," he muttered, his lips brushing her skin as he spoke, and nibbling at her skin very carefully.

"I'm not sure I believe you," she replied, her voice a little more breathless than usual.

"No?"

"No."

"I am very sorry," he muttered, moving his mouth to place a kiss over her throat and neck with each word he spoke. "Better?"

"No," she breathed out.

He pulled back to look at her, a smile pulling at his face when he saw her eyes closed, her teeth biting into her lip and her hands were balled into tight fists.

"I must have really upset you," he mused.

"You did, and you've got a lot of grovelling to do."

"So I do," he murmured.

He shifted above her slightly until his hand came to rest on one of her thighs, his fingers gently brushing against her hot skin as he tapped out a rhythm. He felt her shudder beneath him and her arms unfolded and moved to rest against the bed, her fingers twisting in the bedding. He traced his fingers up and over her soft skin, going as far as her calf and stopping where her skirt fell against her skin, dipping inward to her inner thigh and then retreating. When she opened her eyes they locked on to his, seeing him watching her with a slightly tilted head and a twitching mouth.

"If you have any plans of drawing this out and teasing me for most of the night, I can assure you, you won't like my response."

His mouth tugged at the corners. "Oh, and what would you do if those were my exact intentions?"

"I can be a tease, too," she told him. He arched an eyebrow. "How would you like it if I were to parade around naked for the entirety of us being here..."

"I wouldn't mind it at all," he murmured, his red eyes darkening.

"And if I were to forbid you from touching me?"

"I'm sure I could convince you otherwise."

"And if I were to lose my potions? We're too far away for me to summon more."

"I can run to the castle and retrieve them," he smirked smugly.

"My lab's warded, only I can get in. And if I warded one of the rooms I was in, you wouldn't be able to get to me either."

"Did you just outsmart a one thousand-year-old vampire?" He asked amused.

"Brightest Sorceress of my Age," she pointed to herself with her index finger and he snorted at her.

"So to clarify, no teasing?"

"No teasing, at least not tonight. I'm already tired from a lack of sleep and I know you're going to wear me out." He smirked arrogantly. "I just hope you'll let me sleep."

"Of course, I need you well-rested."

"Thank Merlin," she sighed in relief. "Alright then, get on with apologising to me."

"You're very bossy," he told her, amused.

"You're not the first person to tell me that, so, get a move on before I actually do fall asleep."

"Very well, but you better make sure you've got your potions in your system, I'm not like Alec," he smirked.

"Meaning?" She arched a questioning eyebrow.

"You'll see soon enough."

She eyed him carefully before she nodded and sat up and he moved away from her as she climbed off the bed and made her way over to her beaded bag, were fished out her potions, took the required dosage of each one and then sat them on the chest of drawers for easy access. She squeaked in surprise when he was suddenly behind her, his chest pressed against her back, his face buried in her neck and his arms wrapped around her with his hands smoothing over her clothed stomach. Her breath hitched when he pulled her against him and one hand smoothed down her body and gripped at her hip before travelling down to her thigh and back up.

"No more teasing?" He murmured against her skin.

"No more teasing," she breathed out.

She let out a huff of surprise when she was turned around to face him, back upped until her back hit the wall behind her and she was lifted off her feet, her legs wrapping around his waist and her back pressed against the wall as he closed the distance between them.

He placed teasing kisses to her skin as his hands ran the length of her thighs before one dipped down and slipped underneath her dress, sliding his fingers over her centre. Even with her knickers being between then she could feel the cold of his skin and her breath hitched and her hips jolted forward. He chuckled at her so with one hand she gripped at his shoulder and the other she deliberately wound it into his hair and tugged hard enough that he definitely felt it, pulling a rumbled growl from his chest as he nuzzled at her throat.

"No teasing," she warned him.

He pulled his head back to look at her, getting caught in her gaze as he continued to tease her by grazing her centre over the fabric of her knickers.

"Not even a little?" He pouted slightly.

"No, not tonight."

"So another time?"

"Another time," she promised. "But don't expect for there not to be any retaliation because I guarantee there will be."

"I'm looking forward to it," he smirked before he ducked his head and kissed her, being mindful to keep his venomous fangs away from her.

She pulled back from him and her head fell back against the wall as a gasp fell from her lips, when without warning, he tore her underwear and allowed the shredded fabric to fall to the ground and his cold fingers were suddenly on her. His eyes were glued to her face, watching her reaction and listening to her breathing and increased heartbeat as his ran his fingers through her folds, gathered the wetness of her arousal and he plunged two fingers into her entrance.

A surprised moan fell from her lips as her mouth parted and unconsciously her hips started to rock against the movement of his hand, a keening sound coming from her when he found her nub with his thumb and he put pressure on it.

He didn't think he'd heard a more interesting sound. Her little whine ringing in his ears, the smell of her arousal intoxicating and filling the air, the sight of her at the height of pleasure and relaxed without any worries, the feel of her body wrapped around him and pressed against him. It was enough to make him fall in love with her all over again.

Her breathing sped up, her sounds of pleasure growing more frequent, her grip on his hair and shoulder tightening so much is was almost difficult to remember that she was still human. He made sure to grit his teeth together and clamp his mouth shut so he didn't bite her, the urge to mark her as his was strong, but it couldn't be done until after she'd been turned. He'd meant it when he'd said he wanted her to experience as much of living a human life as she could, so he wasn't in a rush to have her changed.

Age didn't matter to them because if they were to get technical, both he and Alec were over a thousand years her senior, and with Hermione explaining that she would age at a rate almost half of what a non-magical human would –possibly even less due to her being a Sorceress- he didn't expect to see any physical changes in her until at least her thirties, if she lived that long. They all knew that plans could be derailed and things might happen that could require her being changed to save her life, but he was hoping she would have a fulfilled human life before the requirement of the bite was needed. So he would wait to mark her.

He'd felt her walls pulsing around his fingers and when a sudden high pitched cry fell from her lips and she surged forward to bury her face against his neck, she clamped down around him and he helped her through her orgasm until her tense body relaxed and she slumped against him, nuzzling at his neck softly. He allowed her a few minutes to gain her bearings and calm her breathing as he removed his hand from in-between them and wrapped it around her back, holding her to him.

"Am I forgiven?" He asked.

"Not yet," she replied, amusing him.

She pulled back and latched her mouth onto his, both arms wrapping around his neck and her hand running through his hair, her nails lightly scratching at his scalp and her fingers tugging at the strands gently, earning a rumble in his chest.

She pulled back from him and brought her hand in-between them. His eyes fell down to watch the way she clicked her fingers and he suddenly became aware of his robes being removed, his belt being unbuckled, pulled from the loops of his trousers and dropping to the floor, and the button and zip being unfastened, too. His eyes moved back up to her face, seeing the pleased look she was sporting.

"You're getting good at that," he commented.

She gave him a small smile. "In a couple of years, I might not even need my wand, unlike Dumbledore who only researched forms of magic, I train and practice it. He was theoretical, I'm practical. Would you like to see what else I can do?" She asked, an innocent smile playing at her lips.

He felt his mouth twitch in response. "Enlighten me, glykó sýntrofo."

"One of these days, you're going to tell me what that means."

"Am I?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Hmm, I can be very persuasive," she whispered, her lips brushing his as she spoke. He tilted his head to kiss her but she drew back from him.

She brought her hand up to his chest, tapping the first three buttons of his shirt with her index finger and one by one, they popped open revealing his chest to her. She smiled to herself before she clicked her fingers and his shirt was suddenly gone, joining his robes which were hung over the chest of drawers.

He arched an amused eyebrow at her and she shrugged her shoulders, lightly trailing her fingers down his throat and over his collar bones as her eyes took in the sight of his naked torso. Her assumptions about him being more muscled than Alec had been correct. Where Alec's arms and chest were muscled but it was barely noticeable, Demetri was the opposite, his arms, chest and stomach tight with thick muscle.

He couldn't remember much from his human life but she'd learned that he'd been a labourer for a wealthy family in Greece, and he'd been paid with housing and meals. With him having access to food and living in better conditions than Alec had, as well as him being older in his human life, it wasn't a surprise for Demetri to be more muscled over her other vampire.

"Enjoying the view?"

She tore her eyes from looking down at his torso and moved them back to his face, seeing his amused expression.

"Yes, thanks," she replied shamelessly and he snorted at her. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't I say I was going to show you how persuasive I can be?"

"You did," he nodded.

"Thought so," she replied, moving forward to place a kiss to his mouth before her lips trailed over his face, down his jaw and she latched onto his neck, nibbling and licking at his cold skin with her hot tongue.

Her hand ghosted over his chest before she reached his trousers and she slipped her hand beneath his clothing to wrap around his length, teasing him by pumping her hand over him slowly. It must've been a reflex reaction for him to lean into her and press her further against the wall, because he certainly didn't have any problem holding her weight, and the same could be said for his breathing. He didn't need to breathe but his breath hitched as if he were.

She sped up in her movements before whispering a muttered word against his skin and he groaned when he felt a wet substance cover his length and her hand was able to move over him a lot more freely. Her other hand tugged at his hair and scratched at his scalp whilst her mouth moved over his throat and to the other side of his neck, dragging her teeth over his shoulder and biting down gently. A growl rumbled in his chest and she smiled against his skin.

"You're very persuasive," he muttered.

She smiled to herself triumphantly and pulled back to look at him, seeing his eyes closed and his jaw clenched tightly. She removed her hand from his hair and brought it down to trail her fingers over his jaw and his eyes fluttered opened, getting caught in her heated gaze.

"I'm so glad you now understand that, just don't forget it."

A growl rumbled in his chest before he took her mouth in a dizzying kiss, he brought his hand away from her hip and down to grip at hers, pulling her away from him.

"No teasing," he reminded her, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

She brought both of her hands to grip at his shoulders and he kissed her again as he busied himself with rearranging his trousers until his length was free of its restraint and he positioned himself at her entrance before pushing into her. She pulled her mouth from his and her head tilted back, her mouth parting and a gasp leaving her as he stretched her, her hands tightening on his shoulders and her legs tightening around his waist.

She wasn't joking about her potions making her stronger, he realised. He could feel every tug on his hair and every squeeze of her hand and thighs as if she were a vampire, but he had to remind himself she wasn't and he still had to be careful as to not harm her, while also dealing with the fact he was finally able to be with his mate. The one he'd been waiting a millennia for.

Now he could understand why Alec had remained celibate for centuries, now he realised that all the other times he'd been with other vampires, it hadn't felt right, not compared to being with Hermione. Everything seemed to be more, sensitive, potent... Real.

She shifted her weight on him and he took the hint and began moving his hips, burying his face against her neck, one hand moving to her hip and the other he wrapped around her back, stopping her from hitting the wall and getting hurt when instead it was his hand that took the brunt of the impact.

He was careful at first, wanting to test the waters and see how much of him she could take and when it was clear she wasn't being harmed and she dug her nails into his shoulders signalling she wanted more from him, he increased the speed and force of his thrusts to the point where is hand was actually making indentations in the wall.

Her hand moved from his shoulders and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself forward and pressing herself against his chest, her breath tickling at his skin as she breathed heavily and her little whines and moans filled his ears. He could tell she was very sensitive to him as barely minutes later her walls were fluttering around him and her whines seemed to be getting higher in pitch, so he changed the angle of his hips until he hit the spot inside of her that sent her flying over the edge and she let out a keening whine and clung to him tightly as she clamped down around him.

He knew that if she were a vampire and her body a little stronger than that of the potions' effects, that would've definitely been his own undoing. As if was, it had taken him a little effort to calm himself. She slumped against him and he stopped in his thrusts to allow her a little time to get her breathing back, his hands gently smoothing over her clothing-clad back.

"Forgiven?" He asked her.

She snorted at him and pulled back. "Almost," she replied.

"You're a needy witch, aren't you?" He said amused.

She shrugged her shoulders and he could see that a lack of sleep and their activities were starting to tire her out and he knew she wouldn't be awake for much longer. He caught her lips with his own before pulling her away from the wall and crossing over to the bed, placing her down until her back hit the soft mattress and he covered her body with his own.

He repositioned himself and thrust back into her, her moans falling from her lips and her body arching beneath him. She took him by surprise when she used the potion given strength to roll him onto his back and she followed after him, moving to straddle him with her hands pressed to his chest for balance. He kept his gaze locked on hers and she moved her hips over him, his hands gripping at her waist and her mouth parted as she breathed heavily and little noises of pleasure left her.

He reached up and pulled her down to him with his hand buried in her soft, wild curls, pressing his lips to hers and changing the angle of her body. She huffed against his mouth when his hands moved to the back of her dress and he tore it straight down the middle, the fabric falling away from her and revealing the soft, hot skin of her back to his hands.

"I'll buy you a new wardrobe of dresses," he muttered against his mouth in a promise and she drew back and sat up, pausing in her movements to look down at him.

"You could've just asked, you know?" She said, a cross between surprised, annoyed and amused, as she folded her arms over her chest, keeping the remainder of the fabric held against her body and covering it from his eyes.

"I couldn't help myself," he defended.

"I can tell," she replied dryly with a roll of her eyes before she pulled the destroyed dress away from her body, dropping it to the floor and revealing her naked frame to his wandering gaze.

His eyes roamed every freckle, curve and scar on her person and rather than being uncomfortable, it made her feel beautiful at the way his red orbs seemed to glow brighter but darken at the same time. She squeaked in surprise when she was pulled back down to him and her mouth was taken in a kiss, their hips working together until she felt herself falling off the edge again, and this time, Demetri seemed to understand that she wouldn't be able to do it again and he stopped holding himself back and found relief himself.

She lay slumped against his chest, her breathing heavy, her body hot and slicked with sweat and his arms wrapped around her, one hand running through her hair and the other trailing the skin of her back.

"I know you probably could've gone a few more hours," she told him, trying to stifle a yawn but failing.

"Easily," he replied.

She wasn't sure if he was just agreeing with her or bragging. When she looked up at him and saw his smirk, she knew it was both and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Am I forgiven?"

"Until you do something else to annoy me," she responded and he chuckled at her.

She shuffled off him and crawled beneath the thick blankets when she noticed that the temperature in the room had dropped and it was cold. She snuggled up against his side and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Don't fall asleep yet, I have something for you," he sounded amused and she hummed, not opening her eyes but she did move to allow him to leave.

He was only gone a second or two when he returned, laying down beside her and she sat up, holding the blanket against her form and staring at the black velvet box in his hand. She looked to him with wide eyes when he opened the box to reveal the most stunning ring she had ever seen, and she hated to think what it had cost him. She was sure that if she found out she'd tell him to return it for something cheaper.

The ring was made of white gold with small diamonds embedded into the entirety of the band. In the centre of the band, sat a large, beautiful sapphire and it was surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds.

"You didn't honestly think I wouldn't have a ring for you, did you?" He asked amused.

"No, it's just..."

"Alec," he nodded in understanding. "We compromised, I give you an engagement ring and he gives you a wedding ring. Do you like it?" He asked, but his mouth was twitching into a smile knowingly. The gasp she'd let out and the tears in her eyes spoke volumes.

"It's beautiful, I've never seen anything like it," she said honestly.

He smiled at her, removed the ring from the box and lifted her hand, slipping the ring onto her left ring finger before he brought her hand up to his mouth and he placed a kiss to the back of it.

"Greek royal tradition dictates that sapphires and diamonds be used, and seeing as you are my Sorceress and Queen, I thought it only appropriate that you are treated as such and given only the best."

"You don't stop surprising me," she said softly, looking down to the ring and although it fit perfectly, it looked far too big for her. It would be difficult for someone not to notice it, for both the size and its beauty.

"I can say the same about you," he replied, leaning forward to place a kiss to her mouth and he pulled her back down against his still half-naked form. "I know you're exhausted and you're going to need your rest."

"Thank Merlin you're letting me sleep; I haven't slept more than a few hours since you left."

"Yes, Alec has certainly surprised me."

She slapped at his chest and with the potions still in her system, it actually stung and he winced at the pain. He was beginning to change his mind, he wasn't sure he wanted her to be changed and have full vampire strength; he'd be able to feel every slap, hit and kick, and he dreaded to think what her newborn phase would bring. She was violent enough without the added help and strength to actually do some damage to him.

"Leave him alone, I think it's sweet that he waited for me, despite him not knowing that it was me he was waiting for. And if you tease him for it I'll give Felix access to every single prank product the twins have given me and I'll make sure you're his intended target."

"That seems a bit drastic," he responded. She looked up at him to see him pouting. She rolled her eyes at him.

"You're an idiot. A big, goofy, pain in the arse, idiot."

"You flatter me, glykó sýntrofo," he deadpanned.

"But you're my idiot and I love you, and I can't wait to be married to you."