January 2, 1998
Harry set lunch on the table and watched as Hermione looked up from her book, surprised at the interruption. She had been reading since breakfast and while he wasn't sure what she found so interesting in that book she had stolen from Bathilda Bagshot's home, it was clearly enough for her to lose herself in. She glanced down at the tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches and shot him a sheepish smile.
"I'm sorry, I didn't even realize that it was time for lunch. I got a little carried away with my book," she admitted. Harry chuckled at her as he took his seat and picked up his spoon.
"Oh, I was well aware. I think a tornado could have blown through and you wouldn't have noticed. However, it's lunch time and you need your nutrition. Get started," he mockingly ordered. She stuck her tongue out at him but did as she was told. After a few bites, she opened the book back up and shoved it towards him, a page full of illustrations open for him to see.
"I found the boy that you saw in your vision. You'll never believe who it is," she told him. Harry pulled the book closer so he could get a better look. Sure enough, it was the same picture from Bagshot's mantle and he studied it much closer this time. It was definitely the same boy. He looked up and urged her to continue with his eyes. Hermione's eyes were sparkling slightly.
"Gellert Grindelwald. I've been reading all about how he and Dumbledore were in a relationship when they were just freshly out of Hogwarts. They had plans to take over the world together but for some reason, it all fell apart. Dumbledore's sister ended up dead and Grindelwald fled. Years later, he defeated him and threw him into Nurmengard. He's still alive today, or he was. Who knows if You-Know-Who has found him," she explained.
Harry rolled this information around in his mind while he continued to eat. Dumbledore was gay and had been in a relationship with a dark wizard. His sister had ended up dead and they had split ways. Had he really wanted to take over the world? What had changed things? Could he really even trust what Dumbledore had told them? Hermione seemed to realize his inner thoughts and reached across the table to lay a hand on his.
"I think we can trust Dumbledore's words about this war. I don't think he wanted the Dark Lord to succeed in a million years. If he had wanted the dark to win, he would have let his lover win way back in the forties. In this, I think we're safe trusting his word," she told him. Harry gave her a smile, happy that she always seemed to know just what was bothering him.
The pair finished their meal quietly and Hermione stood up to clear the dishes. She was humming softly to herself but it was punctuated with yawns. Harry chuckled softly to himself when he saw it. They had stayed up late the night before making love and Hermione had gotten up early, claiming that she couldn't sleep. Just thinking about the things he had done to her the night before made his dick rock hard.
An idea popped into his head and Harry smirked inwardly. He walked over to Hermione and let her finish the scourgify spell that she had just cast on the table. He grasped her wrist and pulled her towards him, enjoying how she willingly came to him, complete trust in her eyes. He led her to their bed, wanting her to be comfortable. Her teeth caught her bottom lip and chewed it nervously; it was clear that she had no idea what he had planned.
"Take your clothes off, kitten," he told her, his voice low and husky. Hermione pulled her jumper over her head, revealing her perfect breasts. Her nipples were already pointing from the cold and he wondered how he had missed that she wasn't wearing a bra. She shimmied her pants off next, revealing a tiny pair of black lace knickers. They cupped the globes of her arse perfectly and did nothing to hide the slight pink tinge of her skin that was left from last nights spanking. As she peeled them down and he caught sight of her arse completely, he could still see just the tiniest bit of a handprint still residing there. Harry took a seat in one of the chairs by the bed.
"Come bend over in front of me, kitten. You still have a red spot and I want to kiss it better. I never meant to mark you like this. They were supposed to be gone by morning," he told her. Hermione did exactly as he asked, standing directly in front of him and bending at the waist, putting her arse directly in his face. Harry bent and started to press kisses to the slight red mark on her skin and he heard her breath hitch.
"I liked it though, Harry. I never thought I would like having you spank me," Harry chuckled.
"To be fair, I never thought I would like spanking someone. It was a first for both of us. I still feel bad for leaving a mark," he told her, his tongue reaching out to taste her skin. His fingers came out to trail up the backs of her thighs, to lightly skim the folds of her pussy. She was already dripping wet. Hermione groaned when his hand pulled away.
"I'll let you spank me again if you don't stop touching me," she promised him. Harry nipped the tender skin of her arse.
"Not today, kitten. I'm going to let the redness go away first. Maybe tomorrow," he promised her. Harry bent further down and swiped his tongue out to taste her, eliciting a gasp from Hermione. She almost lost her balance and fell forward so he was quick to reach out and take hold of her hips in his hands. After only seconds, he realized that it was awkward so he pushed her forward until she was leaning over the edge of the bed and he bent down on his knees so he could get a good angle. He grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart so he could have better access.
Once again, he dipped his tongue inside her cunt, tasting inside her, lapping at her folds. He could feel Hermione tensing above him and he knew that she was trying to hold onto her control since she was in such a vulnerable position. Harry, however, was determined to make her give it up. His tongue moved forward until it reached her clit and he began flicking it roughly, lashing it until she was panting and a writhing hot mess of need. Finally, with a particularly hard suck, she let go and imploded, soaking his face.
Harry gave her cunt one last long lick, savoring her honey, but rose to his feet so he could stand behind her. He lifted her hips until she was high enough for his hips to reach and he lined his cock up. Harry didn't give her a chance to recover from her orgasm. He thrust inside her quick and smooth, enjoying the snug grip she gave him. Her hands grasped the duvet in her hand as he started to drive into her, his hands holding her hips in a bruising grip.
Harry was sure that he felt Hermione pushing back against him, begging him to take her harder or faster, he wasn't sure. Without thought, he brought his hand down on her cheek, making the globe cherry red and his hand sting. His hand print stood out brightly and Harry groaned. He had told her that he was going to wait and he had forgotten. However, the little minx had probably hoped that he would forget. She really had liked him spanking her.
There was a rush of arousal fluid after he spanked her and Harry groaned again. Hermione fisted the duvet tighter and this time, there was no mistaking it. She pushed back against him, clearly hoping that he would spank her again. Harry had no intentions of giving her what she wanted when she was trying to be sneaky. Therefore, he pulled his cock out of her pussy and she keened at the loss. His fingers took its place, making sure that they were thoroughly drenched in her fluid. He shoved his cock back inside her and put his fingers at her back entrance. Instantly, Hermione tensed.
"You were trying to get me to spank you, kitten. This is going to be your punishment. If it hurts or you don't like it, just tell me to stop and I will," he promised her. Harry worked one finger inside her, just past the first knuckle, pumping away at her the whole time. She was ridiculously tight and the more he worked his finger in and out, the more the ring of muscles loosened. She started to breathe heavier when he worked his entire finger inside her, he could tell that she liked it.
Before trying to work the second one inside, he reached around with his other hand started to strum on her pleasure pearl once more. Hermione was groaning into the mattress but her hips were stuck to the bed, right where he had placed them. She had no choice but to absorb the pleasure that he was giving her. There was a small gasp when he started with the second finger but absolutely no complaint. There was a slight hiss in pain but by the time he had both fingers inside her, Hermione was moaning in pleasure and was rocking against the bed in pleasure.
Harry didn't punish her further. He was sure that it was sensation overload. He started to pick up the pace, fucking her at a punishing pace, his fingers fucking her arse at the same time. It was less than a minute later that her walls clamped down on his cock and she saw stars. Harry couldn't hold back his own orgasm any longer and his seed painted the walls of her cervix white.
After he had caught his breath, Harry eased not only his cock from her passage but his fingers as well. He reached out to help her from her awkward position onto the bed to where her head was laying on the pillow. He waved his wand at the both of them, casting cleansing charms on them. Harry chuckled when he saw that her eyes were already almost completely closed. Where she had been tired before, she was exhausted now. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as he covered her up.
"Take a nap, kitten. I'm going to go sit outside at the fire," he told her softly. She hummed quietly in agreement though he doubted that she actually heard him.
Harry rose and dressed, putting his clothes back on along with some shoes and a cloak. He hadn't been outside in a full day and he needed some fresh air. They were still researching as to where the next best place to find a horcrux would be and they weren't really getting anywhere. Hermione was getting frustrated and he was as well. He knew that she was doing the best she could but it was getting harder and harder not to snap at her.
The Gryffindor stepped outside and took a seat on the log that he had placed before the fire pit the day before. They had moved camp yesterday morning, this time to a different part of the Forest of Dean. It was getting harder and harder to think of places to visit since neither of them had visited many places within the country. Sure, Hermione had traveled to France and Rome but not within the England.
Harry hadn't been settled there long, his thoughts just turning to Dumbledore and Grindelwald once more, when he was startled off the log and onto his arse. Just beyond his blood wards was a patronus. A doe patronus that reminded him so much of his own stag patronus that it was scary. It made him think of his mother but had no earthly reason why.
Without a second thought, Harry rose and stepped beyond the blood wards even though every instinct in his body was screaming at him that it was a terrible idea. The patronus began to wander away, slowly, as if making sure that he could keep up in the deep snow. Harry made sure that his wand was in his hand but wasn't worried. The amount of love and the feeling of protection he felt coming from the doe in waves told him he didn't need to worry. This doe wasn't sent by an enemy.
A quarter mile from his wards, the doe stopped at a small pond that had frozen over in the winter weather. Harry didn't dare follow the silvery animal onto the surface but looked down to see why it had stopped. Under the surface, on the very bottom, was the outline of Gryffindor's Sword. As soon as he looked back up to the doe, it disappeared from sight, materializing back into the caster's magic.
Harry considered his options. He could leave it and return with Hermione, hoping that it would still be there. However, it was Gryffindor's Sword. It would only present itself when it was in need. There was every chance that it would no longer be there when he returned. The other option was to break the ice and jump into the freezing water to retrieve it; he had a feeling that the Sword couldn't be summoned, much like the horcruxes couldn't.
With a deep sigh, Harry started to peel off the warm layers of clothing that he wore. There was nothing else for it; he couldn't take the chance of the Sword disappearing. They needed it to destroy the horcrux that he wore around his neck and the ones that they were going to find yet. The wind was bitingly cold on his bare skin so he was quick to cast a spell at the ice to break it up. One more deep breath for courage and strength was all he allowed himself before he jumped in.
The water was so cold that it took his breath away. For a moment, he couldn't move and was completely still in the frigid water. His brain restarted, however, and he kicked his feet rapidly, propelling himself to the bottom of the pond. However, he wasn't expecting the horcrux around his neck to take on a life of its own and start to propel him away from the Sword, obviously understanding that it was near something that could cause its death. Rather than hurtle him towards the surface where the ice was broken, however, it sent him to the surface where the ice was intact, effectively trapping him.
Harry struggled, trying his best to get to the area where the ice was broken, if only so he could drag in lungfuls of air. His lungs were burning and he could feel the darkness creeping in on the edges of his subconscious. He cursed his impetuous behavior as he breathed in a lungful of water, wishing that he had gone after Hermione and had her accompany him.
However, dying in a small pond in the Forest of Dean wasn't going to happen that day. Strong arms encircled his waist and pulled him towards the surface where the ice was broken. The arms struggled, he could feel it, but they were moving him nonetheless. It was the first time Harry had cursed his newfound enormous size. Just when he thought that he couldn't go another second without a second breathe of water, they broke the surface and air, sweet air, was pulled into his lungs.
Harry dragged himself onto the shore while he heard another splash behind him. Whoever had rescued him had gone back in, hopefully after the Sword. He wondered who it was since he was bare-arsed naked. It wouldn't do for the wrong person to find him this way. His eyes caught sight of a second pile of clothes next to his and they looked very familiar. Ron familiar. The sound of the person emerging from the water behind him caused him to turn and sure enough, there was his best mate, naked as the day he was born, dragging the Sword of Gryffindor out of the freezing water.
Harry knew that he needed Hermione to cast a spell on him for the water he had aspirated but that meant getting back to camp. He and Ron just stared at each other for a few moments before they both hurriedly started dressing, casting warming charms on themselves and every single piece of clothing they put back on. Harry was still shivering when he was fully dressed but it was bearable. Ron seemed to be in the same shape. Once they were dressed again, Harry turned to his best mate.
"What are you doing here? Not that I'm not grateful, but we haven't seen you in months," he asked him. He tried to keep his tone neutral but it came out a little harsher than he meant it to. Ron rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously.
"I regretted leaving the minute after I left. I went to the Burrow after I left you two and learned some things that you really need to know. I knew that I had to find you and let you know before something bad happened," Ron told him, the sincerity of his words shining in his eyes. Harry nodded.
"It'll have to wait until we get back. We need to destroy this Merlin-be-damned horcrux. I'm so sick of wearing it," he said.
Harry took the locket off his neck and laid it on the ground, not sure how he was going to get it to open so he could fully destroy it. He tried telling it to open, commanding it to open for its master, even prying it open by hand. Nothing worked and with the bone-chilling cold, he was getting frustrated. It was Ron that came up with the solution.
"Try parseltongue, mate. You-Know-Who would think nobody would know it so it would be safe," he reasoned. Harry couldn't help but admit that it was a good idea so he focused on the locket and pictured a snake.
"Open," he hissed.
The locket popped open and images began pouring out of it, mixed with words. Hermione wrapped in the embrace of Ron, both naked. Ron thrusting between her legs, her legs wrapped around his hips, her heels digging into his arse, urging him to fuck her faster. Black smoke surrounded them and Harry dropped to his knees at the sight of it.
"Look into your heart, Harry, you'll see that your girl is not really yours. She is playing you until her real love returns. She wants to claim the fame of being with the Boy-Who-Lived, she hopes you'll die in your fight against me so she'll be the last love of your life and you'll leave her your fortune. Look into your heart, you'll see that it's true," the words were raspy and cold but they left a hole in Harry's heart nonetheless.
Suddenly, Harry rose and grasped the Sword tightly in his hand and swung again. Even if the words were true, he still loved Hermione and wanted her to be safe. She would never be safe as a muggleborn with this maniac alive. He would do what he needed to to make sure that she was safe. The Sword came down on the open locket and it screamed, black ooze pouring from it. After nearly a minute, it screamed its final scream and went still and silent.
Harry was breathing hard and Ron was standing behind him, still and quiet. He hoped that his best mate didn't comment on what he had seen but he was betting that he wasn't going to do that. Last he knew, Ron had fancied Hermione and wasn't going to be happy that she and Harry were together now. He bent down and picked up the barely smoking horcrux and slipped it into his pocket before looking at his best mate with an arched eyebrow.
"There's something that you need to know before you return to Hermione and I," Harry told him seriously. Ron smirked at him.
"You're together, I know. That little vision you just saw is never going to happen, mate. Yeah, I fancied her. I still do, don't get me wrong. However, there are things that you don't know about that I need to tell you and then you'll understand what I'm talking about," Ron told him. Harry couldn't help the small growl at his friends declaration that he still fancied Hermione but he let it go. It didn't sound like he was going to go after her so he would wait and see just what he had to tell them that was so bloody important.
Together, the pair headed back the quarter of a mile that would take back to the camp. Harry pulled Ron through the blood wards and was surprised to see that he hadn't even been gone more than an hour. It was crazy to think that in just an hours time, things had just changed so drastically. He was about to pull Ron into the tent when he remembered that Hermione had went to her nap completely naked. He really didn't want Ron seeing her that way, not even after he made it clear that he wasn't going to be pursuing her. He held his arm out in front of his best mate.
"Just wait here. Hermione took a nap and I want to make sure she's decent before you go in," he said. Ron smirked knowingly but nodded. Harry went inside and found Hermione curled under the blankets, sleeping sweetly. He regretted waking her but knew she would be livid if he didn't. He shook her shoulder softly and when she grumbled, he spoke.
"Wake up, kitten. Ron's here and he says he has a story for us. Plus, I need you to heal me," he told her. Hermione sat straight up in bed, the blankets pooling around her waist, baring her breasts to him. He reached out and stroked her nipple, watching it harden under his attention. She gasped lightly when he reached down to nibble on it, threading her hand through his hair.
"Stop, Harry, why do you need healed?" she asked. Harry pulled away, slightly ashamed that he had let her beautiful breasts distract him. He tugged one of her wild curls gently.
"Up out of bed and get dressed so I can let Ron in. I'll tell you everything then," he promised her. She let the blankets fall completely as she stood and started to dress in her discarded clothes. She searched for ages for her knickers but couldn't find them so decided to go without. Harry could only hope that Ron didn't find them when he came in to sit down. Finally, she threw her hair up in a messy bun and stuck her wand through it in lieu of a hair tie. After a nod, Harry stuck his head outside and beckoned for Ron to come on it.
Ron entered and Harry turned to see that Hermione was glaring at him. Ron shrank a little at her death glare but continued inside anyways. Harry gestured for him to take a seat in the chair and he was quick to comply. Hermione, however, rushed him and started hitting him with her fists. Ron protected his head but otherwise just took her abuse. Harry chuckled at the scene before him; it was obvious that Hermione was doing no damage whatsoever because she was so bloody tiny. However, her fury was palpable.
"You complete arsehole, Ron Weasley! You're gone for all this time and then just waltz back in here like nothing has happened, like you weren't gone for months?! Just who do you think you are? What makes you think that we're going to let you come back?" Hermione panted, finally tiring out from hitting him. Harry pulled her back to the couch, sitting her down and hiding the grin on his face. The last thing he wanted was to have her ire aimed in his direction. He took a seat next to her and started to rub comforting circles on her back.
"Calm down, 'Mi. First, I aspirated some water. Can you clear my lungs for me?" Harry asked. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him but finally nodded, pulling her wand from her hair. Her curls tumbled down her shoulders again as she pointed her wand at his chest and muttered a spell. The pressure on his chest lifted and Harry smiled his thanks at her. Hermione tried to put her hair back up with no luck before glaring at him.
"Explain," she commanded. Harry growled at her tone but she was unphased.
Harry explained how he had left her to sleep and seen the patronus doe, following it because it had reminded him strongly of his mother. Hermione couldn't believe that it had led him to the pond where he had found the Sword of Gryffindor. She had squawked in outrage when he had told her that he had jumped in the pond without coming to get her or even sending her a patronus. He had sheepishly admitted that he hadn't even considered that option.
Hermione gasped in all the right places when he told her how Ron had saved him from drowning in the pond and then retrieved the Sword from the bottom. Her face broke out in a grin when Harry told her that he had destroyed the locket and then pulled it out of his pocket to lay it in Hermione's hands. She smiled widely.
"I don't feel dark magic at all anymore," she breathed. Harry put his arms around her and hugged her tight.
"We're going to get this done, 'Mi. I promise you," he breathed in her ear. Hermione let him kiss her on her cheek before turning to Ron and smiling just a little at him.
"I suppose I can forgive you for being a complete prat since you saved Harry's life. However, you're going to have to prove that you can help out around the kitchen with cooking and cleaning if you're going to stay. Harry and I take turns," Hermione told him firmly. Ron nodded his head sagely.
"I owe you both an apology for how I was before. I treated you both terribly and I should have been better. Trust me, I didn't realize how good I had it until I was alone and trying to find you two. Then I really was starving. The only time I really got to eat good was at the Order meeting I got called home for," Hermione's eyes went wide and Harry hardened his gaze.
"You said you had other things you had to tell us. I assume that you learned these things at the Order meeting. Why is it so important?" Ron sighed and rubbed a hand down his face before leaning forward, his elbows on his knees.
"What do you two know about the hierarchy system?" Ron asked. Both Hermione and Harry shook their heads, indicating nothing. He sighed again.
"Alright, we'll start from the ground up. Everyone born with magic is born into the hierarchy system. It consists of alphas, betas, and omegas. It's something that everybody knows about but isn't talked about. It's usually passed down through families and grimoires and the muggle borns learn about it when they come into their inheritance at Hogwarts." Ron took a deep breath, asking with his eyes if they followed so far. Both gestured for him to continue.
"First, is the alpha. When they reach seventeen, they usually grow abnormally large in size and stature and receive a large amount of magic through their inheritance on their seventeenth birthday. While an alpha can be with a beta for a little while, eventually they will have to find their omega. If they don't find their omega and mark and mate them, they will eventually waste away and die. When they do find their omega, they mark their mate by biting a gland on the back of their neck. It's extremely sensitive. I've never asked Bill but it's said that alphas knot as well, which means that when they mate, their cock swells up when they come and they can't pull out. It's supposed to ensure pregnancy or some such rot. Not sure if that's a fact though.
Next comes the betas. Most of the wizarding population is made up of betas. They can be with all three classes but in long-term they must be with a beta. They receive a tiny magical boost on their birthday as an inheritance but remain the same otherwise." Ron paused to rake his hand through his hair before continuing, eyeing Hermione's wand.
"The bottom rung of the hierarchy system is the omega. They are almost always tiny in size, even after their seventeenth birthday. They receive a substantial magical inheritance on their birthday but not as much as the alpha. More than a beta though. Omegas also have a heat cycle every three months; they will crave sex with an alpha for seventy-two hours and will be near to insatiable. Any alpha will do but if she can mate with her specific alpha on her first heat, their bond will be even stronger. By nature, alphas are dominant and omegas are submissive. If an alpha gives an omega a direct order, the omega has to follow it. On the flip side of that, an alpha has an obsessive need to protect his omega and know that she is safe. An alpha would literally protect his omega with his life," Ron explained.
Harry knew that there was a look of horror on his face and he glanced at Hermione to see utter heartbreak. She turned just enough and caught the look on his face before he could school it and she burst into tears. She wrenched out of his reach and started to pace while she tried to calm down. Ron, clueless as ever, continued.
"Clearly, Harry is an alpha and Hermione is an omega," he stated the obvious. Hermione was now pacing, her arms wrapped tightly around her middle, looking like she was trying to keep herself from breaking in two. Harry rose and caught her easily and when she tried to pull away, he pulled her closer and tipped her chin so she had to look at him.
"Tell me what's wrong," he ordered her. Her glare was hotter than the fiery pits of hell and Harry felt guilty. He had already forgotten.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to take away your free choice. Please tell me what's wrong," he tried again. Hermione stepped back again so she could start pacing again.
"Just when I was sure that you were really mine I find out that it's magic that made you mine, not because we really love each other. It's so fucking depressing. Why can't we be together because we love each other?" she asked, her words agonizing over the sheer uncertainty of it all. Harry pulled her into the circle of his arms again and kissed her, his tongue demanding entrance. She tried to fight him this time but he didn't allow it. After only seconds, she yielded and he tasted her fully before releasing her mouth.
"We weren't alphas or omegas when we were eleven, twelve, and thirteen. That's when we fell in love with each other, 'Mi. Look at it this way. We've been in love since before the hierarchy. The system just made sure that we ended up together," he assured her. He could see in her eyes how much she wanted to believe his words but there was still some fear residing there. Harry brushed her haphazardly placed curls behind her shoulders so he could stare into her eyes.
"Even if I were an alpha and you were a beta, I would still want to be with you even if it meant me withering away and dying. I love you, Hermione, not the fact that you're an omega," he promised her. Hermione threw herself into his arms and held him tightly around the neck. He held her up easily by the waist, her bare feet dangling a full foot off the ground. Their moment was ruined by Ron's mouth again.
"There's more that you need to know and none of it is good," he swore to them. Harry took his seat again and pulled Hermione down into his lap. She curled up there like a little kitten, tucking her feet ever so carefully into his legs to keep her toes warm. He loved when she did things like that; he loved that she needed him. He supposed that now it made sense as to why. Ron started to ramble but Harry just let him talk, suddenly apprehensive about what his best mate was about to share.
"Like I said, most muggleborns learn about their inheritance while at Hogwarts. I always assumed that Hermione was a beta like me because she never said anything. Most of the Weasleys are betas, Bill is the only one who's an alpha. I never suspected Mum, I want you to know that Hermione. I swear that I believed her when she told me that she was dosing you with a contraceptive potion," Harry's head whipped up faster than a snitch to his best mate and he glared.
"You better start explaining," Harry said, his voice cold as ice. Ron visibily gulped and Hermione rubbed Harry's arm to calm him down.
"Harry caught Mum giving you some potion at the Burrow and he asked me about it. Mum had told me that she had to spell you to get you to take a contraceptive potion, that she was worried you would fall pregnant if you ever got captured by Death Eaters. I truly believed her. She asked me if I would continue to give it to you when we left and I agreed. I thought that it was contraceptive potion, I swear it. I left before I could dose you, however. When I went back to the Burrow after I left here, Mum lost it on me. She spewed out this whole plan and I knew that I had to tell you before you got anywhere near them again," Ron stopped long enough to watch Harry with fearful eyes. Hermione shifted to see why he was so scared and Harry felt her start when she saw his face.
"Harry, please calm down. We don't even know everything yet," she implored. Harry tried to take deep breaths but knew deep in his heart that this was going to be bad. She nodded at Ron and he continued.
"Mum got called to Hogwarts when you turned seventeen, Hermione, to help explain to you about what was happening. You asked to have your heat suppressed because you told them that you thought Harry was your alpha. Madam Pomfrey agreed to give you the potion every three months until Harry turned seventeen and received his inheritance. That way you could build the strongest bond possible. At the end of the school year, Hermione wasn't given another potion because she was due to go into heat at the beginning of August, right after Harry's birthday. However, it never happened because my mother obliviated Hermione to where she remembered nothing of what she had learned about herself and when she came to the Burrow, she cast the Imperius on her to make her take another round of suppression potion. My mum and Ginny have also been feeding Harry lust and attraction potions for the past several months, that's why they started dating in the first place. I didn't know any of this until I returned home after leaving the tent with you two," Ron confessed. Harry leaned forward, his rage evident on his face, though his arms and hands were tender and gentle around Hermione on his lap.
"You mean to tell me that Molly and Ginny Weasley potioned me to date her and fuck her. They cast an Unforgivable on Hermione in order to obliviate her and give her another suppression potion so she wouldn't go into heat and I wouldn't discover my mate?" Harry asked, his voice low and deadly. Ron could only nod, his voice not seeming to work. Harry very calmly set Hermione on the couch next to him and stood, towering over Ron, with hard eyes and facial expressions cut in stone.
"Knowing that Hermione and I would eventually die if we didn't find each other, she wanted me to be with Ginny. For what purpose?" Harry asked. Ron gulped.
"She wanted to wait until after the war and give Ginny a fertility potion. She wanted Ginny to have your heir so she would have control of the Potter and Black fortunes. You haven't even claimed them yet and she wants them," Ron confessed. Hermione sputtered, clearly pissed off.
"You're telling me that they both don't care if Harry and I die, as long as Ginny gets pregnant and has his baby so they can have his money?" she asked, her voice gaining that shrill quality that normally made Harry cringe. Ron just nodded. Hermione exploded in anger, her magic knocking them both away from her.
"That's rape, attempted murder, and line theft! Harry could have them brought up on charges in front of the Wizengamot. The Potter and Black families once held quite a bit of political clout. It wouldn't take much to have them convicted, even in today's political climate," Hermione chastised. Neither saw Harry move but he had his best mate up against the wall of the tent by his throat in seconds.
"I want to know who else is in on it. Who else in your family knew what was happening? Who else in the Order was helping them? Tell me or I will kill you. Nobody gets away with potioning Hermione. You can't tell me that dear precious Molly wasn't planning on fobbing her off onto you while her sweet little slut daughter fucked my brains out until I died. You were meant to keep Hermione busy and don't deny it. Tell me what I want to know," Harry growled at him. Ron's eyes were wide and Harry could feel him shaking in fear. However, his best mate did what he asked.
"BIll is an alpha and he's on your side. The twins are mad as fuck for you, they didn't know. I don't think Dad knew either, he gave Mum a disappointed looked when Remus called her out about it. I think my family is on your side, not Mum and Ginny's. Remus is angry for you, he refused to go searching for you like Mum wanted. He threatened my mum. Madam Pomfrey is livid that this has happened; she was assured that the two of you would come together in August and your bond would be natural and you would know what was going on. Professor McGonagall was ready to kill my mum, she told us what you did, Hermione. She told us she's your mum now. Aberforth Dumbledore just kind of blew it all off so I wouldn't trust him very far. I don't think he's out to get you but he said that you've marked Hermione by now so there's nothing that Mum can do about any of it now so it's best to just leave it alone and focus on the war," Ron said, his voice shaking only a little. Hermione came up on his side and laid a soft hand on his arm and pulled it away from Ron's throat.
"Let him go, Harry. He isn't lying. I know he isn't because Professor McGonagall would never have divulged that unless she was very upset. We have those in the Order that are on our side. I believe him about Bill and the twins. I'm not sure about Arthur but I trust Remus as well. Ron came back to warn us, knowing that we would think he was guilty. Let's just calm down," Harry started to breathe slower and finally, he nodded. He released Ron and his best mate rubbed his throat before taking the seat in the chair as he had before. Harry led Hermione back to the couch and put her in his lap again, this time not because she was upset but because he was. He pulled her wand from her hair and buried his hand in her curls, holding her head to his chest.
"What did he mean about Professor McGonagall?" Harry asked. Hermione sighed against him, enjoying his fingers massaging her scalp.
"I told you that obliviated my parents at the beginning of the summer. I didn't tell you that the obliviation is likely permanent. I could find no definitive way to reverse one of that magnitude. At least without killing them. Professor McGonagall went with me and asked if she could blood adopt me afterwards since all her children have died and she has no heirs. She has a well of family magic and a vast fortune. I was quite surprised but agreed. It is an honor to be her heir and she in turn said that it's an honor to have such a bright daughter to take over her legacy when she's gone," Hermione confessed quietly. Harry knew she didn't like to talk about her parents so he just hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm happy for you, 'Mi," Harry told her softly. She nodded into his chest and fell quiet. It was quiet for several minutes before Harry looked up at the wall and saw the time. It was past time for dinner and he was getting hungry. He looked down to see that Hermione had fallen into a doze on top of him and he loathed to wake her. Harry pulled his wand and levitated her just enough that he could wiggle out from underneath her. She rested comfortably on the couch and he covered her with a blanket while he eyed Ron and gestured for him to follow him into the kitchen.
Harry started to put together dinner, something simple like shepherds pie. He made extra since Ron had made sure to mention that he hadn't been eating well. They spoke quietly about how Molly had made the threat that she would come up with a new plan to get between Harry and Hermione. It sounded sinister to Harry and he thought that just killing the two redheaded women would solve his problems. However, he knew that Hermione would never go for it so he grumbled under his breath instead.
Just under and hour later, Harry woke Hermione up and bade her to come to the table and eat with them. The three of them caught up, Ron filling them in on his adventures of dodging snatchers and fighting Death Eaters in Godric's Hollow while Harry and Hermione told him about going to Wool's Orphanage and Godric's Hollow. He insisted on seeing Harry's scar from the snake bite from Nagini and Harry cracked a smile when he told him that it was too bad he was a taken man because that scar would definitely pull birds.
After dinner, Hermione had excused herself to bed, clearly still exhausted. Harry had taken her beaded bag and put the destroyed horcrux inside for safe keeping. He told Ron that he was welcome to his old bed and the redhead nodded happily, digging through his pack to find some pajamas that were clean and dry. Just before he went into the bathroom to change, Ron grimaced slightly as he looked to Harry.
"Look, mate, I know she's yours. I don't want to take her away from you. I do still like her though. Could you at least cast a spell around your bed so I don't have to see or hear what you two get up to? It's just cruel to rub that in a bloke's face," Ron asked. Harry gave him a curt nod. As if he would ever dream of letting Ron hear what Hermione sounded like when she orgasmed. That sound was for his ears alone.
"Sure, Ron. I don't want to make things harder between us. I want to get our friendship back," Harry told him. Ron grinned at him, almost like the old Ron from before the war.
"Thanks for believing me. I may be a prat sometimes but you two really are my best friends," the redhead told him. Harry clapped him on the shoulder once before turning to walk towards Hermione.
"You're our best friend too, Ron. Don't forget it," Harry reminded him.
Harry cast the spell that Ron had requested and stripped his clothes off. He climbed under the blankets to find Hermione already asleep, buried under the duvet completely nude. He felt an overwhelming urge to mark her again, knowing now that she had been meant for Ron, knowing that he had been fucking Ginny that whole time because he had been potioned. Looking back, it all made sense. In fact, he wondered how they hadn't caught it before.
Harry pulled her body close to him and she snuggled back against him, her arse rubbing against his cock. He groaned in frustration before wrapping his arm around the front of her so his hand could find her breast. His thumb started to rub insistent little circles around her nipple, enjoying how the flesh pebbled under his touch. His mouth found the mark on her neck and he began to lave it with his tongue, nip it with his teeth, enough attention to make her cry out in need.
"Harry, I need you," she begged. He felt bad for having woke her but sweet Merlin and Circe, he needed her too. Harry lined up with her from behind again and slid inside, this time slow and sweet. It was hard to fight the urge to pound into her, to fuck her into the mattress, to proclaim to the world that she was his and his alone, but he wanted to show her that he truly loved her, as a woman, not just as an omega.
His strokes were slow and steady; where one hand toyed with her nipples, constantly pulling and twisting at them, the other snaked down to play with her nub. Her arse ground back against him and this time, Harry did nothing in retaliation; this wasn't about domination or submission, it was about showing each other how much they loved each other.
Harry fucked her for almost an hour this way, his pace frighteningly slow and sensual. Finally, Hermione couldn't take it any longer and started to cry, frustrated at her orgasm constantly eluding her. Harry took pity on her, deciding that he had shown her just how much he loved her. He placed his teeth on her mark, holding her in place just like he had the very first time he had ever taken her, and started to pound into her. Her tits bounced and his hands on her hips kept her in place; he was bottoming out against her cervix.
Her inner muscles spasmed around him, sucking his cock deeper into her cunt, holding him there like she never wanted him to leave. Harry exploded inside her, coating her walls once more. He pulled from her body and waved his wand, cleaning them up, only to see that she was gazing at him with adoring eyes.
"I know what that was and I love you for it even more," she whispered to him. Harry kissed her cheek and pulled her bare body back against his so he could fit her curves against his angles. He buried his face in her hair and got comfortable.
"I love you too, kitten, don't ever forget it," he promised her.
Hermione hummed softly but he knew that she was already asleep. A long day of revelations had a way of exhausting a person. He was tired himself and he hadn't even begun to process what Ron had told them. It would start tomorrow because tonight, he was going to sleep. He had faced down Riddle in horcrux form and won after diving into a freezing pond and almost dying.
He deserved a good nights rest.