January 18, 1998
Harry finished his lunch and pushed his plate away, even though Ron continued on. Hermione had pushed her plate away long ago, still worried about her weight. He had told her to stop but he knew that she was self-conscious about her hips and thighs. If only she knew how fucking lucious and delicious they were, she wouldn't fret so.
Harry waited another ten minutes before Ron pushed his plate away and belched loudly. Hermione shot him a disgusted look which made his heart soar. It hadn't been easy, living with a man that wanted to fuck his mate at every turn. Turns out, he could smell the lust that Ron felt for Hermione. He would never tell his friend, nor his mate, but it was awful to sit back and realize that he was witnessing something that was supposed to be personal and private.
Hermione set the dishes to wash and went to sit on the couch, pulling her books out all around her. She was still researching what the other horcruxes could be and where they could be located. It was a thankless job that he knew that he didn't have the patience for. The fact that she was willing to do so for hours on end said more than words. Harry went to the bed he shared with Hermione and sat so he could put his trainers on. Ron did the same but on his own bunk. When they stood, Harry went to Hermione's side and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
"We're going to go now, kitten. I promise that we're going to be as safe as we can be," he promised her. Hermione rose and wrapped herself around him, burying her face in his chest. Her fingers tightened in the shirt at his back.
"Promise me that you won't take unnecessary risks," she demanded. Harry chuckled and kissed her hairline several times before he spoke.
"I promise that we'll do our best, 'Mi. I don't want to order you to stay here so promise me that you'll stay inside my blood wards. They'll keep you safe," he demanded. Hermione nuzzled his chest for a moment longer and finally nodded as she stepped away.
"Yes, I'll stay inside the wards. I plan to stay here and research all day," she told him. She floated over to Ron and gave him a very brief hug. Harry did his best to rein in the growl that grew down deep in his belly but he knew that a soft bit still escaped. Hermione glared at him before smacking him lightly on the chest to chastise him. She took her seat again and made a shooing motion with her hands, effectively dismissing them. Harry chuckled and threw on his cloak before heading for the entrance to the tent. He laughed when she called out one last time for them to be careful.
Harry led Ron out of the blood wards until they were just past them. Ron reached out and grasped his forearm and Harry pulled him into side along apparition. Ron had told him of the Order safehouse he had discovered while he had been chasing after them, told him that it had been loaded with supplies. It was getting increasingly more dangerous for them to go into the muggle world now that Voldemort had started recruiting half bloods. If they could find food stuffs somewhere other than the muggle world, they were going to take full advantage of it.
Harry hadn't wanted Hermione to go with them; the last thing he wanted was her to get hurt like she had been when they had gone to Wool's Orphanage and Godric's Hollow. She had been indignant at first but had quickly capitulated when he told her that he was going to take Ron with him and it would leave her in the peace and quiet to research to her heart's content.
Ron led Harry into the small cottage that appeared to be abandoned to the outside world. It looked as though it were moldering and falling down, a charm that Ron had told him had been applied in the first war. He wondered briefly how Ron had discovered all this information but decided that it made his friend feel important now that he had something to offer to their mission. Therefore, he left it alone.
There didn't appear to be any wards of any sort on the cottage but they both pulled their wands just to be on the safe side. While he didn't think that Ron would lie to him about it being an Order safehouse, he had promised Hermione that they would be careful. Ron didn't seem to take any offence.
Ron led him into the kitchen and Harry was happy to see that there was indeed an enormous amount of food stored there. None of it was fresh but powdered milk and powdered eggs would do in a pinch. Hermione had given them a rucksack that she had cast the expansion spells on for them to load the food and whatever else they needed in so Harry pulled it out of his robe pocket and handed it to Ron. They were just about to start loading it up when the door to the cottage banged open. The rucksack was dropped to the floor, forgotten, while Harry and Ron crept up to the wall so they could stay out of sight while their visitor showed himself.
It was clear that their visitor was being cautious because Harry heard a muffled voice cast a homenum revelio. It was low enough that he couldn't make out who had spoken but it had sounded vaguely familiar. When the spell revealed that there were two other people in the house, Harry heard a voice he hadn't heard in six months.
"I know you're here, come out where I can see you, both of you," Remus' voice was hard and Harry could tell that the alpha werewolf was at the forefront right now. It almost made him wonder why he hadn't been able to smell that it was Harry and Ron. Maybe it was the overwhelming moldering smell that surrounded the whole cottage. Rather than step out and get cursed, Harry decided that calling out was best.
"Remus, it's Harry and Ron. We're going to step out so don't curse us," he yelled. They both kept their wands held aloft but stepped out to see that Remus was standing there in his customary shabby brown robes, his hair just a little more gray than Harry remembered. Harry grinned at the werewolf.
"Mate, 'Mi is going to be so angry she missed seeing you," he laughingly told him. Remus grinned back but then snapped back to business.
"What charm did I teach you your third year at Hogwarts?" the werewolf asked. Harry rolled his eyes but answered nonetheless.
"The patronus charm. What did you give me before you left Hogwarts that same year?" Harry questioned his oldest friend. Remus barked out a laugh, one that reminded him quite poignantly of Sirius.
"The Marauders' Map," Remus told him. Harry rushed forward, wand shoved up his sleeve, hugging his de facto godfather close. They held each tightly for a few moments before parting with a smile. Remus clapped him on the shoulder and pulled him towards the couch that looked like it had seen better days. They both sat and Ron just smiled at them, going back to stuffing their bag with food. Remus ruffled his hair goodnaturedly before turning serious.
"What made you two turn up here? Where's Hermione? You know it isn't safe for her to be alone, the Death Eaters want her bad," Harry couldn't help that growl that started in his chest. Remus looked mildly impressed.
"We're almost out of food and it's getting more dangerous to go out into the muggle world. He's recruiting half bloods now and they know both worlds. Ron told us about this place and we decided to come raid it. Hermione is back at camp. I read a book at Grim Place while Sirius was still alive about blood wards. I've been creating them everywhere we stop. I'm trusting that she'll be safe behind them," he explained. Remus nodded, trusting his explanation.
"I hear that congratulations are in order. An alpha...I shouldn't be surprised. Your father was one," Remus told him, "so was Sirius." Harry grinned, always happy to get any information about his parents and godfather.
"Is Hermione your mate? Madam Pomfrey told us in that sham meeting that Molly called that she is an omega and that when they questioned her if she had an inkling as to who her alpha could be, she name dropped you," Remus revealed. Harry was sure that his cheeks were just a little pink but Remus shook his head.
"Don't be embarrassed. This is part of life in the wizarding world. I know that it isn't talked about and that's a huge disservice but everyone knows that you're shagging her like crazy. Nobody cares. They expect it. Nobody is judging you," Remus told him. Harry nodded, feeling a bit better about his situation.
"Yes, Hermione is my mate. I've already marked her, though neither one of us understood what was going on when she went into heat. It just happened and then she was upset because she thought that she had ruined my future with Ginny. It was just so overwhelming for her and she couldn't understand why I would want to be with her after having Ginny," Harry explained. He felt like he was betraying Hermione's trust just a little but he needed someone to talk to. Ron was not a good option and he knew that Remus would never divulge what he said. Remus' eyes flashed in anger and for a moment, Harry wondered if he was going to attack something.
"Harry, I want you to understand something. You and I are both alphas but we're different because I'm a wolf. Yes, you have some of the traits but they're deeper in me, more ingrained. You're like my child. When you were born, you became my pack because your parents were my pack. I care for you, would die for you. That's the job of an alpha, a good one at least. Yes, we get obeyed without question but we have the responsibility of the whole pack on our shoulders, their safety and happiness. I know that it's the same for you. Hermione has always been an honorary pack member for me because she was there for me in a time when nobody else was. I love that girl. Now that she's your mate, she's really pack. The things that Molly and Ginny Weasley have done to you two are unspeakable and I can only hope that after this war, they'll be punished. I want you to be wary of them," Remus warned. Harry took his words in and rolled them around in his mind, considering them closely. It was several minutes later that he spoke.
"Is there any way that they can break us apart now? Ron told us everything, he said that he didn't know until he returned home after he left us on the horcrux hunt and Molly lost the plot on him because he wasn't there to dose Hermione with her suppression potion. He said that she told him that she used the Imperius on Hermione to get her to take the potion before my birthday. Trust me, if I could get away with striking them both dead for what they've done to her, I would. She's not my confident and assured Hermione. She doubts what I feel for her all the time, though it is getting better. All because she saw me with Ginny and she doesn't think that she can compare. It makes me sick, she has to realize that nobody can compare to her," Harry was starting to rant. Remus help up his hand and gave him an understanding smile.
"I know that it's frustrating, Harry, that she doubts your feelings. Put yourself in her shoes though. How would you feel if she had been fucking someone like Draco Malfoy, someone that you thought was better looking and doing better in life. Or even a muggle? Then she finds herself with you. Wouldn't you feel like you were ruining her future with that other man? Wouldn't you feel like you weren't her first choice?" Remus questioned. Harry considered his words and finally nodded.
"You're right, I would. Do I still need to worry about Hermione and those two fucking hags?" He asked. Remus sighed and put an arm around Harry's shoulders before casting a glance into the kitchen where Ron was still stuffing all sorts of food into the bag. Next, he would likely move to clothing. What they had was becoming quite worn. When he turned his attention back to Harry, his gaze was hard.
"Well, they could kill her. You'll eventually die but it'll take time. Long enough for you to sire an heir with another woman. Right now, you're safe from potions and spells but that doesn't mean that you can't willingly bed other women. Not other omegas, you've claimed yours, but you can always bed betas. They could hold something above your head and make you sleep with Ginny. Nothing bad would happen. However, Hermione would need your permission to bed another man. I'm telling you right now, Harry, if you plan to take other women to your bed, you had better allow her the same courtesy. I won't be pleased if you don't," Remus warned him. Harry shot him a dirty look, insulted that he would even think him capable of doing that. Remus seemed to catch on quickly but it was clear that he refused to apologize. He leaned forward and spoke again.
"I've hidden the fact that I'm an alpha werewolf because I don't want everyone looking at me like I'm Greyback. My alpha is different from your kind of alpha. You can be with other witches, I can't. Tonks is my mate and she's it for me. Just the thought of bedding another woman makes my stomach turn but I've seen alphas bed betas after finding their omegas. I really hope that you don't do that," Remus explained. Harry considered his words and knew down deep in his heart that he could never sleep with someone that wasn't Hermione. That perfect mixture of defiance and submission wouldn't be there and he didn't think that he could stand to put his seed in a woman that he didn't want to mother his children. The fact that he had done so with Ginny made his stomach turn.
"I understand, Remus. I don't want to be like those alphas. The thought of being with another woman that isn't Hermione makes me a little sick. She's perfect for me. She shoves me down and takes control when I need her to and she lets me do whatever I want to her, submits completely to me when I need that too," Harry admitted. Remus smiled gently at him and squeezed his shoulder softly.
"I'm happy for you, Harry. I always knew that there was something special between the two of you, even when you were only thirteen. I'm happy that you ended up with your best friend," Remus told him. Harry smiled at his de facto godfather.
"I am too. I can't imagine my life with someone like Ginny. Hermione has always loved me, she's just never said the words," he confessed. Remus grinned again and pointed towards Ron, who was leaning against the door frame. His voice lowered and Remus made sure that nobody else could hear him.
"Don't trust him completely around Hermione. I can smell how much he wants to bed her. I am not saying that he'll act on it, I would never presume to say something like that, but I know what desire can do to a man. Be wary," Remus warned him. Harry nodded and hugged the werewolf once more, savoring the contact. It had been so very long since he had last seen him. However, their conversation wasn't over.
"Harry, please let me help with your mission. Ron wouldn't tell us anything and I just want to make sure that you're safe. It keeps me up at night worrying about you," Remus confessed. Harry considered his words, seriously considered them. He wanted to confide in Remus, knowing that he would never tell the Order. However, he knew how hurt Hermione would be if she wasn't a part of the decision. That was the last thing he wanted and he quickly made up his mind.
"I'd tell you right now if Hermione were here. However, if I were to tell you without talking to her first she would have my hide. I may be the alpha but she's still very much in charge of this escapade," Harry admitted. Remus laughed out loud and hugged him tightly.
"I love you, Harry. I love that you're in charge and you still let Hermione run over you. It's adorable and commendable. I'm fairly certain that you're the wizard that everyone is going to wish they had at the end of all this," Remus told him. Harry snorted at his words.
"They can wish all they want. I only want Hermione," he told the older man. Remus rose from his place on the couch and hugged both boys close.
"Promise me that you'll stay as safe as you can and you won't take unnecessary risks. If you need help, send me a patronus. I'll bring you whatever supplies you need. No more jaunts into the muggle world," Remus ordered. It rankled Harry but he took it as best he could, nodding his head in agreement. He hated this aspect of being an alpha.
Harry and Ron left together and Harry knew that Remus was watching them as they disapparated together. Frankly, Harry was anxious to see what Hermione thought about telling Remus about their mission; they weren't getting far by themselves, it couldn't possibly hurt to get another viewpoint from someone that they trusted.
After they landed outside the wards, Harry was quick to grab Ron and pull him inside, in a rush to make sure that Hermione was alright. It made no never mind that Ron didn't follow, something that Harry would normally have found suspect. However, he wrote it off that she was his mate and he was a little more neurotic than normal. He didn't think of it as such but he was sure that the others did. However, after only a few days, he learned not to care what the others thought. Hermione was what was important and she was what mattered.
They found Hermione in the kitchen, pulling dinner out the oven. He wasn't sure what she had made for dinner but it smelled amazing. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he walked in. Her face lit up when she saw him and she hurried around the counter and in that moment, Harry knew he wanted to see this sight every single day for the rest of his life.
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Hermione wasn't sure what to think once the boys had left. She had never been left at the tent by herself and the thought of it unnerved her. Deep down, she knew that she would be fine but it still made her nervous to consider that she hadn't been this alone in more than six months. What if they didn't return? What would she do without Harry? How would she survive in a world ruled by Voldemort? The answer was simple.
She wouldn't.
Hermione wasn't simple enough to believe that she would be safe if they lost the war, that the Order would hide her. Some of the Weasleys would hide her, sure, but for how long before they were caught and forced to give her up? She would never want them tortured until they gave her up. She could only put her faith in Harry and hope that he won against Snake-Lips. There was no other reality for her that existed. Honestly, she would take her own life before she had to be a whore for some Death Eater. Not if there was no hope of Harry rescuing her. Not to mention, because of her new omega status, she wasn't entirely sure that she could be raped.
Learning that she was destined to be with Harry was bittersweet. Bitter because she wished that they could have been drawn together because of real circumstances but sweet because she really did love him and she would take him not matter how she got him. It made her feel desperate but the truth was the truth. She still worried that they were only together because of the magic sometimes but she reminded herself that she had felt an affinity for Harry since they were young. Her feelings for him were older than the hierarchy system. Whether they were influenced by such, she couldn't be sure, but that wasn't what was important. Since she couldn't decipher her feelings, she had decided to just go with how he made her feel and so far, he had yet to make her feel bad. At least, not since the day he had learned she was injured while he sulked outside all day.
Hermione hadn't even heard a word from him about Ron returning. She supposed that he was holding it inside, trying to seem cool and collected. However, it was clear that he was jealous. Hermione did her best to keep those interactions down to a minimum but she had no idea what triggered them because he wouldn't talk to her. It was quite frustrating. She had no idea what she was doing wrong and he wasn't telling her anything. While she wasn't going to go to ridiculous lengths to preserve his manly pride, she was willing to do the little things to make things better.
Rather than focus on her issues with Harry and Ron, she did her best to focus on her research. She still had gotten nowhere with it and it was getting quite disheartening. The time she spent on researching was probably more than Harry had ever spent practicing quidditch, quite depressing when you considered it that way.
Finally, she pushed her books away and stood to start dinner. Harry had promised her that they would be back for dinner and she wanted them to return to a dinner that was delicious and welcoming. Since learning how to cook, she found that she enjoyed doing it for Harry. She wanted to take care of him and wanted to make him happy.
She threw some chicken breasts in a roasting pan and covered them with a soup mixture, throwing them in the oven. She put some potatoes in alongside them to bake, finding a can of beans to go alongside them. It was more food than she could eat but she knew that the boys would put it away with no problems. She brought a romance book to the table so she could sit and read it while she waited for the food to cook.
Hermione lost herself to the bodice-ripper that she had included at the last second in her collection of books; she had glamoured it to look like a book on arithmancy so the boys wouldn't give her a hard time. It was just starting to get good when the dinger on the oven went off, telling her that the chicken and potatoes were done. She stood and pulled them from the oven just in time to see Harry and Ron walk through the entrance of the tent, the rucksack flipped over Ron's shoulder, looking no different that it would if it had been empty. She rushed around the counter and threw herself into Harry's arms. It was still a little strange to show affection in front of Ron, especially since she knew that there was still a bit of tension between the two boys.
"Thank Merlin the two of you are alright! I was starting to get worried," she whispered in Harry's ear. He squeezed her back before releasing her, kissing the side of her head so he could sit at the table. Hermione followed him over so she could wrap her arms around his shoulders and bend down to kiss his cheek.
"Dinner is done, I hope you're both hungry. I made chicken," she told them. Harry patted her arm and she could tell that he was preoccupied. She wondered what had happened while they were gone but figured that he would tell her when he was ready. Ron went into the kitchen and started to unload the food, levitating it to where it needed to go, while Hermione set the table and moved the food to the middle of the table.
The three of them sat and served up their plates, digging in with no fanfare. Hermione felt a sense of pride when both boys put away two plates of her chicken, potatoes, and beans. She wished that she had had something to make for dessert but beggars couldn't be choosers. They had been at the end of their supplies, hence, the reason for Harry and Ron going to the Order safehouse. Once their plates were clean, Harry stood and started to clear the table, putting the dishes on to wash. Hermione decided to ask about their trip since neither had volunteered any information.
"How did it go at the safehouse? Any problems?" Hermione inquired. Ron shot Harry a look but her alpha ignored it. She narrowed her eyes at them and was about ready to launch into a lecture when Harry answered her.
"We got there with no problems but we tripped a ward. Remus showed up. Nothing too terrible," Harry told her. Hermione studied him, unsure as to why he seemed reluctant to speak about it if it was no big deal. Rather than make a big deal about it in front of Ron, however, she nodded her head and left it alone, hoping to corner him later when they went to bed.
The three of them adjourned to the living area and took their usual seats, Harry and Hermione on the couch and Ron in the armchair. Hermione picked up her romance book again while Harry and Ron pulled out the wizards chess set. She got pulled into the story while they played several games against each other. Her story had just reached a sexy part when Harry stood up and stretched, yawning widely. He held his hand out to her, offering to help her up.
"I'm heading to bed, you coming or staying up for a bit to finish your book?" Hermione knew that if she didn't go with him she wouldn't get a chance to ask him about the visit with Remus so she marked her spot and let him help her up. She flashed a smile at Ron and wished him goodnight, the redhead blushing bright red like he did every night. It made things quite awkward and she wished fervently for the day when he didn't get embarrassed at the fact that they were shagging.
Hermione followed Harry to their bed and she watched him cast their nightly spells to make sure that Ron couldn't see or hear what they got up to. Harry turned to sit next to her on the bed, taking her hand in his. His gaze was serious and she hoped that she wasn't going to be upset after this conversation. Harry sighed.
"I got to talk to Remus alone today and he told me some things about our situation that Ron didn't tell us. Not sure if he didn't know or if he kept the information from us on purpose. I'm really hoping that he didn't know," Harry told her. Hermione scooted closer until she was almost seated in his lap. He could see the worry in her eyes and he smiled softly.
"I asked if we needed to worry about Molly and Ginny, if there was anything that they could do to us now that I have marked you. I know Ron said that we should be safe even though he's still worried about the situation but I'm not taking his word for it. I trust Remus with your safety more than I do Ron. I don't mean offense but Molly and Ginny are still his family. I'm afraid of who he'll choose if he ends up having to," Harry confessed. Hermione gave him a nervous nod. Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulders before he continued.
"Remus said that they can kill you and I'll still live a while before finally dying with you; long enough to sire an heir. They could kidnap you or hurt you until I agreed to sleep with Ginny. Apparently, I can still have sex with other women. You can have sex with other men if I give you permission," Harry confessed. Hermione felt her heart stop at his words. Was that something that he wanted to do? She wouldn't have thought Harry of being like that but was there a reason he was bringing it up to her? He must have seen her thoughts on her face because his eyes flashed with anger.
"You really think I would want another girl when I had you?" he asked, his tone harsh but the hurt in his eyes visible. Hermione reached out and took his hand even though he tried to pull away. Her voice was soft, trying to soothe him.
"No, I didn't think you were that kind of person at all. I was just wondering if that's what you wanted since you were bringing it up. I didn't think that it would matter. I figured you would be more worried about them coming after me but you were more focused on the sleeping with other people. At least that's how it seemed," she told him quietly. Harry sighed.
"I don't want to sleep with other women, you're it for me, kitten. We've had this discussion. I am worried that they're going to try to hurt you so we need to be extremely careful when we're around them. Hopefully, that won't happen for quite awhile. I can guarantee you that they're going to go out of their way to do whatever they can to make sure that they can make me sleep with Ginny," he said, his tone much softer now. Hermione knew that if they succeeded that he would die eventually and his line would die with him if he didn't father a child. The thought of another woman carrying his child hurt her way down deep but in her heart, she knew that it would hurt him to not pass on his name. Therefore, she gathered her courage and said the most painful thing she had ever had to say.
"Harry, I want you to promise me that if something happens to me, you'll find another girl and father an heir. Not Ginny, please, but someone good. Someone like Luna, someone that would do right by your baby. It hurts to think about it but I want your line to continue. You deserve it and so do your ancestors. They've all given up so much and to just lose it all would be heartbreaking," Hermione told him. Harry started to shake his head but Hermione climbed fully in his lap now.
"I'm not saying I want you to go out and shag another girl right now. That's the last thing I want. I don't even want to think about you shagging another girl if I die. If fact, I don't ever want to talk about it after this. However, I want you to make sure that you have a child to pass your name to if I'm not here to carry your baby. I won't be alive so you won't be betraying me. In fact, you'll be slowly dying so you can join me. Please, Harry, just promise me. Just make sure that you pick a girl that will be a good mother and will love your child. That's the most important thing," Hermione begged him. Harry sighed before burying his face in her neck, kissing the spot on her neck that he had marked. She gasped and then keened loudly when he nibbled at it.
"I promise, kitten. It's never going to happen though because I'm not going to let those cunts hurt you in any way. You're going to carry my babies and you're going to be the best mother in the world to them," he groaned into her neck.
Hermione let him continue his assault on her neck, kissing, nipping, and licking at the tender skin. She wasn't sure when he pulled his wand but her clothes disappeared and his fingers found her nipples, twisting and plucking at them. Hermione wrapped her hands in Harry's hair and held him close, enjoying the attention that he was paying to her sensitive skin.
Suddenly, she found herself face down on the bed. Harry reached out and slid two fingers through her folds, toying with her button, causing her to gasp as she lifted her hips invitingly. Harry pulled her hips up to help, bending down to taste her sweet honey as it started to drip from her petals. His fingers dipped inside her and she moaned wantonly, pressing back against him, needing more friction. A hand came down on her arse out of nowhere, hard enough to sting, and she hissed at the pain. Harry growled behind her.
"You know you don't run things, I'll spank your arse if you push back for more. I haven't left you wanting yet," he warned her. Hermione shivered in delight. It surprised her that she loved it when he spanked her; she wasn't sure if it was the fact that there was just a tiny bit of humiliation in the act or the mixture of pleasure and pain, or maybe even the combination but threatening to spank her wasn't a punishment. Harry full well knew it too.
Harry pulled his fingers from her pussy and started to push two inside her back entrance, something that he had started doing more and more. At first, she had been nervous about it but now she knew that she enjoyed it. She was just waiting for the day that Harry told her that he wanted to fuck her in the arse. He hadn't been that forward yet but she knew that it was coming. His cock slid inside her, stretching her wide until she felt full.
Hermione didn't even give it a minute before she was pressing back against him again, urging him to go faster and harder. He felt so good inside her and she wanted him to push over the edge again and again. His fingers were moving inside her arse in the same tempo as his cock. It was sensation overload when his free hand came down on her cheek again, staining it red. The sting was sharp and she moaned in pleasure.
"Oh, Merlin, Harry, fuck me harder," she begged him.
Another blow to her backside but he complied with her wishes. His balls were swinging hard enough to smack her pleasure pearl and she knew that she wasn't going to last much longer, not with his fingers torturing her and the sting on her arse intensifying the pleasure he was driving her towards.
It was only seconds later that Hermione felt her world implode, her muscles clamping down on Harry's cock and trying to suck him in deeper. Her arousal fluid trickled out of her, soaking her thighs, and the spasms rocked her entire body. She fell to the side and Harry pulled out of her; she expected to feel the warm brush of his magic as he cast a cleansing charm on her but she didn't. Rather, she felt his hand spreading her legs wide and since she was boneless in her afterglow, she complied.
Harry's mouth found her center, licking her all over, cleaning her and tasting their mixture of fluids. Hermione was too exhausted to even wonder if he thought that was strange, tasting his own semen. She was brought out of her pleasure-induced stupor by Harry's tongue brushing against her nub, rubbing it insistently. She gasped quietly and her eyes fell closed, knowing that she was going to have another orgasm.
Harry's mouth latched onto her pleasure pearl, this time sucking it roughly. Her hips arched off the bed but his hand splayed out on her belly, holding her down so she had no choice but to absorb the pleasure. He held her there, in that exact moment of pleasure, for several minutes. It finally took him gently nipping her sensitive bud for her to explode again.
This time, Harry did use his magic to clean her up and she let him, not complaining since she was exhausted. He tucked them into the bed and pulled the duvet around them, holding her close. Hermione wanted to ask him if his strange behavior was because of what she had made him promise to do but decided against it. She had told him that she never wanted to talk about it again after that conversation and it was the truth. She never wanted to think about him with another woman and she hoped against hope that nothing would happen to her and she could be the mother to his children.
As she fell into a fitful sleep, however, Hermione couldn't help but remember that things seldom went Harry's way.