April 1, 1998
Harry sat at the table in Shell Cottage, Hermione next to him, eating his lunch quietly. He had many things on his mind these days and his days were always full with not only the horcrux hunt but leading a war. Hermione was wonderful; she had taken everything in stride and helped him with everything, even when he told her that he didn't need it. Really, it was for the best that she did. He wouldn't have accomplished nearly as much as he had.
The Order had raided two different Death Eater homes and had come away victorious. Sure, they had only managed to kill six Death Eaters total but considering that they hadn't made any progress before that, Harry considered it a win. He and Ron had both gone on those missions but Hermione had been relegated to staying back since she was still healing. She had been furious but in the end, agreed that it was for the best.
Hermione was doing much better, both physically and emotionally. She still wore long sleeves to cover the slur scarred on her arm and the cuts to her abdomen still weren't healed over completely. She still suffered from headaches and got tired easily. She no longer cried herself to sleep every night but suffered from nightmares every night. Focusing on the war and the things she could help him with took her mind off losing her baby. It was nice that helping him helped her as well.
Minerva still hadn't gotten close enough to Snape to tell him that they knew he was loyal. He was constantly in the presence of the Carrows or other students. It was starting to irritate her but Harry had told her to just take her time so she didn't reveal herself to the wrong person. It was after one of these little conversations with her that he realized something quite profound. Hermione was the only one that he had shared it with but he knew that he was right.
After hearing the vows that everyone took and knowing that Snape wasn't actually a spy, Harry's mind had turned to Pettigrew. The wizard shouldn't have been able to act against the Order and by him telling Voldemort where his parents resided, it showed that he had been told to. Albus fucking Dumbledore had set his parents up to die that Halloween and nobody had realized it; if they had, they sure hadn't said anything.
Hermione had agreed with him, even saying that she could see Dumbledore wanting the prophecy to be enacted to take down the Dark Lord. In order for that to happen, Harry needed to marked as his equal and that meant sacrificing his parents. It made sense to him but now that Dumbledore was dead, it was likely that they would never discover his reasoning. That just pissed him off even more.
Out of nowhere, a roll hit him in the face and he turned to see that Hermione was smiling at him. He picked up the roll and threw it back at her, not sure why she had thrown it in the first place. She saw the question in his eyes and mock glared.
"I told you that I wanted to speak with you and Ron about a thought I had last night after waking up from a nightmare. You just stared off into space," she explained. Harry nodded and pushed his plate away, no longer hungry. He hadn't really been hungry to begin with but had eaten to appease Hermione. She worried that he wasn't eating enough and was too stressed. He gave her a soft smile.
"Sorry, just have a lot on my mind. We really need to find those items," he told them. Hermione started to get impatient.
"That's what I want to talk to you about," she told him exasperatedly. Harry met her eyes and saw how serious she was.
"Alright, let's go out to the beach where nobody can hear us. We'll put up a spell," he instructed them. He helped Hermione to her feet and laid a protective hand on her lower back as she led the way out of the house.
Several Order members were loitering on the porch and all of them smiled their greetings. Harry made sure to keep Hermione moving; he didn't want to get slowed down or stopped before he heard Hermione's thoughts. After they were on the expanse of beach that were inside the wards, Harry waved Draco's wand to create a silencing spell. Once it was in place, he turned expectantly to Hermione and she took a deep breath.
"I think one of the horcruxes is in Bellatrix's vault at Gringotts. When she was questioning me, she told me that the Sword of Gryffindor was meant to be in her vault. She lost all control when she saw it, almost like us being inside the vault was the worst thing in the world. She's his most fanatical follower and he gave one to Lucius Malfoy. It's not a huge stretch to see him putting it inside Gringotts. It's rumored to be the safest place in the world if you want to hide something," she paused for just a moment before continuing.
"Not to mention, I'm starting to see a pattern in where these horcruxes have been placed. We were already searching important places but all the places so far have been important to him personally. With Lucius Malfoy, his most affluent follower. He holds power because of his money and that is something that Tom would want. Lucius Malfoy is a symbol. The cave where he performed his first muggle torture, also symbolic in that is where his quest began. In the home that the Gaunts lived in, his tie to the pureblood side of him. His symbol that he belonged to Salazar Slytherin's bloodline. Gringotts, where every witch or wizard that's worth anything, has a vault at. Given that the vault belonged to his most devoted follower, icing on the cake. We all know that the only other place that the man clearly longed for was Hogwarts. He returned at applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. He could have left it at the castle then," she said, a hint of excitement edging into her voice.
Harry considered her words. If she was as protective of her vault as Hermione said, it was likely that she was right. They had never even considered Gringotts as a viable option but now that he thought about what Hermione was saying, the more sense it made. Knowing that one of his precious horcruxes was tucked away in a vault guarded by dragons probably set his mind at ease. Of course, if she was right, their job just got a whole lot harder. Not only was the woman dead, it wasn't likely that they could even get close enough to one of the Lestrange brothers to pluck a hair for polyjuice potion. Bill and Andromeda didn't have the clearance to get into the vaults for no reason and the goblins were "staying out of the wizarding conflicts".
Suddenly, an idea hit him and he could only hope that it worked.
"If Hermione is right, we need to get into Gringotts and into a vault that is surely guarded by a damn dragon. There's no way to get through to it without help on the inside. I think we need to go speak to Griphook," he said, anticipating and dreading the conversation they would have. Hermione nodded eagerly while Ron looked as though he wasn't sure that it was a good idea.
"Mate, Bill has always told us that we should never make deals with goblins. I'm not sure that it's a great idea to involve Griphook," Ron explained. Harry sighed but had no other brilliant ideas. He looked to Hermione and he saw that she wanted to talk to the goblin. She was impatient at wanting to get something accomplished and this was the best way to start in her eyes. Therefore, his next words were careful.
"We'll talk to Griphook but if at any point he looks as though he's not completely on the level, we obliviate him and drop it forever," he said, trying to compromise. Hermione sucked her bottom between her teeth but nodded. Ron still didn't look as though he was too thrilled but he nodded his head as well.
Together, the three of them trouped back up to the house and gave everyone a small smile as they passed through. Harry took the lead on this one, heading upstairs to the room that housed not only Griphook but Ollivander as well. Their injuries had been ones much more difficult to heal since they were so emaciated. You couldn't just cast a spell on someone and make them gain weight. He knocked on the door and waited until he heard the goblin call for them to enter. Ollivander was under the blankets of his bed, snoring softly. Harry made sure to cast a silencing spell on him as he passed, not only to make sure that man didn't hear their conversation but to let him continue to sleep. He was the worst of the lot from Malfoy Manor. As Hermione conjured chairs for them and they took their seats, Griphook grinned a crooked smile, his tiny, razor-sharp teeth on display.
"You want something from me," he said, his words not a question but a statement. Harry nodded his head, trying to respectful.
"Yes, we do. I'm not sure if it's something that you're willing to do, however," he said truthfully. Griphook leaned forward and put his hands on his knees.
"You won't know until you ask, young Potter. Tell me what it is you need. You might be surprised by my answer," the goblin told him. Ron was tense at his side, tension radiating off of him, but Hermione sat calmly at his other side, smiling softly at the goblin. The goblin caught her eye and smiled at her.
"You're an omega. A muggleborn omega," he stated and Hermione just nodded. Harry wasn't sure how the goblin could tell but his next words put him on alert.
"You're Harry Potter's omega and the evil one wants you dead. Do you know what would happen if you were to act impulsively and get yourself killed?" Hermione kept the gaze of the goblin as she nodded.
"Harry would do his best to avenge me and could possibly die, losing the war. It would condemn many people to death," she told him truthfully. Griphook nodded, his face solemn.
"Not just people but creatures as well. Goblins aren't so stupid as to think that the monster that looks like a snake cares for goblins. Nor house elves, centaurs, unicorns, merpeople, or werewolves. I don't particularly think that the side of the light cares either but you won't be murdering us in the streets. The creatures in this world can't afford for Harry Potter to lose so you must do everything in your power to remain safe," Griphook cautioned. Harry was applauding on the inside. Someone else cautioning Hermione to be careful was a blessing. Hermione, however, was starting to get indignant.
"I won't sit this war out, I have more to lose than anyone else. My kind will be murdered for nothing more than the circumstances of my birth," she nearly shrieked. Griphook just looked at her like she was stupid and after a minute, Hermione wilted.
"Just like you. I'm sorry," she apologized softly before squaring her shoulders again.
"If you had a way to fight against it, you would. You're a warrior race. You would fight to the death," she stated, meeting the goblin's eyes. Griphook nodded.
"I would. I never said that you couldn't fight, just that you do everything possible to remain safe. No goblin would ever ask someone not to fight for what they thought was right. I only told you to take precautions," the goblin said, clarifying his words. Hermione smiled now, impulsively rushing forward to hug him. Griphook stiffened but before he had to decide if he was going to hug her back or not, she released him.
"Thank you. I will heed your words," she told him. Griphook nodded and turned his attention back to Harry. Harry sighed.
"We're on a mission, searching for things that we have to destroy before we can kill the Dark Lord. They have to be destroyed before he can die. We believe one of these items is in a vault at Gringotts. We were hoping that you could help us get it," Harry stated plainly. It seemed as though Griphook wanted Voldemort dead too so hopefully, he would be able to convince the creature to help. Griphook gave him an evil grin.
"You mean the Lestrange vault? I know what item you speak of, The dark magic that is embedded in it is quite strong. Ragnok, our leader, warned Dumbledore years ago of their mean to tell me that he hadn't destroyed them before his death?" the goblin asked sharply. Harry shook his head.
"No, he just told me about them last year. That's what we've been doing since August of last year, searching for them and destroying them. After our encounter at Malfoy Manor, Hermione is sure that one is hidden in Lestrange's vault. It seems that she was correct," he said, inwardly seething. Dumbledore had known for years and had done nothing, leaving it all for Harry to do. Wasn't the fact that he had to kill the mad bastard enough? Hermione reached out and laid a hand on his thigh, calming him instantly. Hermione took the lead now.
"You would help us into the vault so we could retrieve it? You can even watch it be destroyed so you don't think we're lying to you," Hermione almost pleaded. Harry squeezed her hand slightly, trying to give her a little comfort. Griphook nodded.
"I will get you three into the vault and even point the item out. However, Ragnok has given the order that we are not to interfere in this war. I disagree. If my duplicity is discovered, my life will be forfeit. If you are discovered, you will be on your own. I will do my best to make sure that that doesn't happen but there are no guarantees. After all, her vault is guarded by a dragon," he promised. Harry nodded his head, pleased with the help he was going to receive.
"What do you want in return?" Harry asked, cringing slightly because he recalled Ron's just smiled ferally again.
"If you win this war, the three of you will be deemed heroes. All I ask is that the three of you treat goblins with respect, like you would another witch or wizard. Your influence will cause others to do so and that is all that we have ever wanted. To be regarded as different, but equal," Griphook said and Harry could tell that he was genuine. He reached out his hand and when the goblin offered his back, they shook.
"We have an accord, Griphook. We shall wait until you're fully healed before doing this; I don't want you to feel rushed. Know that if the goblins discover your duplicity and you need to flee, you are welcome at any Order safehouse," he promised. Griphook gave him a respectful nod.
"I really hope you win this, Harry Potter. I just consider this my part in helping," Griphook told him.
Harry ushered Hermione and Ron out of the bedroom when it was clear that the conversation was over. Ron ambled off down the corridor, to find Ella he was sure. Hermione yawned widely and Harry smiled at her, propelling her towards the room they shared.
"You're going to take a nap," he ordered her softly, pulling her into his arms as they walked. She nodded tiredly against his chest and he kissed her temple.
He ushered them into their room and got her settled on the bed. Harry made to leave but she caught his hand and shook her head.
"Stay with me until I fall asleep. Please," she begged. There was nothing that Harry could deny her when she asked like that. He crawled into bed next to her and let her curl up next to him. Being near her was torture since he still hadn't had sex with her since her attack. Honestly, he was scared that she would be frightened of sex now after the experience with Greyback. He knew that it was cowardly but he was definitely putting it off. They were silent for a few minutes before Hermione finally spoke.
"Do you ever think about the baby? Who it would have looked like, what it would have been? Its name?" she questioned him. Her voice was very small but she wasn't crying. They still hadn't told anyone else about the pregnancy and Harry intended to keep it that way. If the Death Eaters ever found out, they would taunt Hermione in battle and she would likely end up dead. He started stroking her hair, knowing that she needed this if she was going to heal.
"Yes. Every single day. I will always wonder what if but I'm trying to focus on what's next since we can't change the what if. When I get melancholy and sad, I try to make myself feel better by saying that we can still have children and they'll have the chances that our first little one didn't. I picture our baby up there with my mum and dad, Sirius too, playing with it. It's all I can do because we can't change the past. Just do what makes coping easier," he admitted. Hermione stayed silent for a long time but he could tell that his chest was wet. After several minutes, she finally spoke again.
"That's a good way to look at it. I'm going to try it. I am getting better but there are moments in the day that the pain just consumes me and I think I'm going to be crushed to death from the pain and guilt. Realizing that our child is with his or her grandparents and honorary godfather actually makes it easier to bear. I know they would protect our children at all costs," she confessed. Harry held her tightly but there were no more tears. She really was getting better. The wound of losing their child would never heal completely but with time, it would be bearable.
Harry waited until her breathing was slow, deep, and even before carefully moving her from his chest. He made sure that the blankets covered her completely before kissing her cheek and leaving the room. She needed her rest; tonight they were facing down Molly and Ginny at Grimmauld Place for Fred and George's birthday party.
It was bound to be interesting.
-O-
Hermione woke to someone pounding on the door and she instantly reached for her wand. When her senses returned and she realized that she was in Shell Cottage and it was probably Ron that was beating on her door so hard. She sighed in relief and got to her feet, opening the door to reveal her redheaded friend. Ella was at his side and she was pinching his ribs, chastising him for being so rude. Hermione glared at him until he gave her a sheepish smile.
"Dinner is ready and Fleur insisted we come wake you so you could eat before the party. You know how she is with you," Ron told her. Hermione sighed again and nodded. Indeed, Fleur had become quite overprotective of her, mothering her at every turn. She had informed Hermione that she and Harry would be eating before they went to Grimmauld Place because she didn't trust her mother-in-law not to try to slip something in their food or drink. Hermione could only agree since the veela was just looking out for her.
Hermione followed her friends down the stairs and into the kitchen to see that Harry was entering from outside. He had clearly been talking to Bill and Hermione wondered what facet of the war it had been about. He probably wouldn't share it in front of everyone at dinner but she would have to remember to ask him about it tonight or tomorrow. He gave her a soft kiss to her lips and pulled out her chair for her, gesturing for her to take a seat. After everyone was seated, only herself, Harry, Ron, Ella, Bill, and Fleur were there, they started to dig into the food.
The food was wonderful, Fleur really was a brilliant cook. Hermione made sure to praise her loudly, hoping that the others would catch on as well. After they finally did, she asked after the rest of their housemates. Fleur assured her that they were eating at Grimmauld Place and Ollivander and Griphook had their food delivered to them. She still hated that Dobby acted as though he were a servant but he truly did seem happiest when he was helping in some way.
After they finished eating, Hermione returned to her room so she could change into something more appropriate for a party. While it was only the twins, she still wanted to make herself presentable. The fact that Ginny was going to be there looking as beautiful as ever made her especially self-conscious. While she knew that Harry truly did love her, she couldn't help but wonder how he never compared her to Ginny in any way. She finally decided on a flattering skirt that fell to about four inches above her knees, pairing it with a simple blouse in an almost identical shade of blue. It had a sweetheart neckline so while it hinted at her cleavage, it didn't really show much. While she had no problems wearing more revealing clothing, she wanted to make sure that no matter what the Weasley girls said about or to her, it couldn't be said about her appearance.
She left her hair heavy down her back now that it was much more manageable. The curls were no longer frizzy and her curls made up soft ringlets. She put only the barest amount of makeup on, not wanting to get too fancy. She met up with Harry downstairs and his eyes were glued to her, making her feel wanted. She knew that he was worried about how she would react to sex after what Greyback had done to her but she knew deep in her heart that she wouldn't be scared. Any other man, probably, but not Harry. He was her alpha, her protector, and he loved her. He would never hurt her, not on purpose, and would never take her against her will. There was nothing to fear.
"You look good enough to eat, kitten," he whispered in her ear. Hermione couldn't stop the shiver that ran up her spine. Rather than get embarrassed or duck her head like she used to, she grinned back at him lasciviously.
"I hope you do," she whispered back. Hermione could see that Harry was shocked. She just started for the floo and he hurried to catch up. His arm slipped around her waist and he made sure that he stepped into the floo with her. They were spun away in a flash of green flame, landing them in the Entrance Hall of Grimmauld Place. There were people everywhere and laughter was abundant.
The twins caught sight of herself and Harry and headed their way, shoving each other goodnaturedly. While Hermione had been helping with his tasks in fighting a war and finding horcruxes, she hadn't actually left the house yet. Harry and Fleur had been adamant that she not do anything too strenuous. This also meant that the twins hadn't seen her since Bill's wedding back in August. Both rushed her and pulled her into a hug at the same time. Hermione didn't even get a chance to protest before Harry was pulling her away from them, a slight growl escaping his lips. The twins looked shocked but shook it off easily.
"Don't worry, fearless leader, we don't want your girl. Got girls of our own," George started, an impish grin on his face.
"Yeah, they're a bit scary too. You might know them, Angelina and Katie? They're around here someone. Sure they'll be excited to see you now that you aren't being all scary," Fred finished. Hermione shot a look at Harry.
"When were you scary?" she asked him. He grimaced. He had told her the story about Molly and Ginny at the Order meeting but hadn't told her how forceful he had been.
"During the Order meeting. I told you I just took charge, very unlike my old self," he started but didn't get to finish before Fred butted in.
"Then he told my mum and sister off in front of everyone. Told them he should take them before the Wizengamot. Everyone was terrified," he revealed. Hermione turned her gaze to her alpha but he just smiled at her. She laughed softly, knowing she couldn't change his instincts. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple before smiling at the twins now that they were well away from her.
"Happy birthday, mates. I sent you our girls earlier with Dobby. Hope you like them," he told them as he propelled her away from the twin pranksters. He steered her towards Remus and Tonks. Hermione knew it was because he trusted her with Remus but he was going to have to get used to other men being around her. She knew that it was hard but they had to be able to function.
Even though Hermione had seen Remus plenty of times, she hadn't seen Tonks and she was thrilled when she saw that the woman was now large enough to pop. Tonks told her that she was only two weeks from her due date and Madam Pomfrey wasn't even sure that she'd make it. Of course, it was hard to see Tonks so happily pregnant but she fought to plaster a smile on her face and congratulate the couple.
Cake and ice cream was announced and Hermione shook her head to respectfully decline but Molly shoved a piece into her hands anyways. She had planned on just setting it down and not taking a bite but Harry was having none of that. He snatched the confectionary treat from Hermione's hands and shoved it back at Hermione.
"We aren't eating anything that you made or served. Get that through your head. You're done potioning us and I won't have you bullying her into eating something she clearly said she doesn't want," he told her, making very clear where he stood on the matter. Hermione stayed quiet and just watched. She hadn't been near Molly or Ginny yet and there was an unfamiliar emotion in her eyes. Hermione wondered what it was but not enough to hang around her and find out. Molly gave him a stiff nod and moved on, throwing the plate in the trash. Hermione narrowed her eyes and met Harry's gaze.
If she threw the cake away, it had been potioned.
Hermione wondered briefly how she was able to go against Harry like this with the vows she had taken for the Order. It made her wonder if she had even taken them or if she had flitted around trying to serve people and she had just gotten lost in the mix. It would make sense. However, her gaze was drawn to her mother, quickly approaching. Hermione wrapped her arms around the older woman's waist and hugged her tightly.
"I've missed you. How have you been?" Hermione questioned her and Minerva simply smiled.
The pair caught up for nearly twenty minutes and Harry drifted away to go speak with Hagrid and Madam Pomfrey. Her mother had to rush away after their conversation because one of her former lions were beckoning to her. While she was really Hermione's mother, she had played mother to every Gryffindor to pass through her care. It was hard to ignore and Hermione didn't mind. That was, however, until a hand clamped down on her shoulder and spun her around to face them.
Ginny was standing in front of her, eyes dancing with fury, looking as beautiful as anything in her skirt and blouse. She had a good six inches on Hermione so appeared willowy compared to her. Hermione had been jealous of her figure for years; while Ginny was long, lithe, and willowy, Hermione was shorter and quite curvy, a little heavy in her bum and thighs. Not fat but definitely fluffy. She had to remind herself that Harry told her how much he loved her arse.
"I can't believe you have the nerve to show your face here, for my brother's party, after stealing Harry from me like you did. You knew I loved him and slept with him anyways. You're such a slag," Ginny said, her words hitting Hermione like a whip. It was exactly as she had feared but Harry had told her time and time again that what he and Ginny had wasn't real, that he didn't feel for Ginny like he did for her. Therefore, Hermione put on a brave face and faced the witch.
"Since Harry owns this house, I have every right to be here. Maybe you should ask yourself if you do. I didn't steal Harry, he's my alpha and I'm his omega. The potions you and your mother were feeding us finally left our systems and we realized the truth. You were the one sleeping him with the intent to steal his fortune while he eventually died. That makes you a thousand times worse than me," Hermione spat at her. Ginny took a step back, shock on her face. Her hand came to her chest as though she was trying to prove her innocence.
"I would never do something like that. I was with Harry because I loved him. Yes, his money was a bonus but it never all about that. I love him and he loved me. Until you had to come along and trick him," Ginny accused. Hermione could only shake her head at how stupid the redhead was. Were they not aware that Ron had told them everything, that he had told them that both his mother and sister were in on the plan? This whole conversation was getting to be too much and Hermione just wanted to leave. She turned to do so but Ginny reached out and grabbed her wrist in a ridiculously tight grip.
"Stay away from him. I'm onto you and there is no way that the Boy-Who-Lived is going to end up with an ugly mudblood like you. No, judging by the look on your face, I'm not prejudiced against anyone but you. Heed my warning, cunt," Ginny snarled at her. Before Hermione could reply, Harry appeared at her side and sneered at Ginny, sending her on her way without even a word. He looked down at Hermione tenderly and brushed the hair back from her face.
"Are you ready to go? Anyone I cared about talking to has already been dealt with," he told her, completely sincere. Hermione gave him a short nod.
"Yes, that's ruined the party for me anyways," she said, only a little upset. Harry nodded and started for the floo, stopping to whisper something to Remus before he left.
Once again, they stepped into the floo together and returned to Shell Cottage. Harry wasted no time in leading Hermione up to the room they shared and closing the door, locking, silencing, and warding it tightly. He moved to take her in his arms but Hermione started to strip, not wanting to be held and comforted. She wanted to be taken, possessed, and it had been far too long since that had happened. Harry just watched her, completely transfixed, until he couldn't help the words out of his mouth.
"What did she say to you?" he asked. Hermione chuckled softly as she started to peel her bra off. All that was left was her panties. She was still self-conscious about her scars but figured that Harry knew they were there and didn't seem to care. Her tone was more dismissive than she had intended.
"Just that I had stolen her from you and that I should heed her warning, that she would have you. I basically told her that we knew her game and that you didn't want her," Hermione told him as she pushed her knickers down her hips before him. It was at this point that Harry forgot about everything but one thing.
"You're the only thing, I want, not Ginny. Never Ginny," he promised her.
With that, he grabbed her around the waist and picked her up, throwing her backwards onto the bed. Hermione laughed as she bounced and Harry pounced on top of her. They wasted no time kissing since that was all they had done since her attack. His mouth caught her breast, sucking the rosy tip into his mouth so he could suckle at her hard. His hand came up to toy with the nipple of her neglected breast, causing Hermione to bury both her hands in his hair and hold him close. The sensations that he was creating were off the charts, though she expected it was because they had abstained for so long.
Harry's free hand traveled south, soft fingers on her delicate skin, until they found her folds. His finger dipped inside her and went to her jewel, instantly sending her into convulsions. Her hips bucked up against his hand and she couldn't hold back the groan that escaped her lips. Harry released her breast with one final lick before moving himself down until he was settled with his face against her sex. He breathed in deeply, inhaling her scent, before he looked up to confirm that she was okay with this. Hermione gave him a nod and he buried his face in her pussy.
It was heaven on Earth.
His tongue lapped at her entrance, sucking up any liquid she had to offer. After he had drank his fill of her, he moved north, letting his tongue circle the little jewel that rested at the top of her slit. Hermione let her legs fall limp and she tugged on his hair to get him to give her the attention she needed. He obliged her readily, sucking her nub into his mouth roughly and sucking it hard. Hermione came apart almost instantly, her moans loud enough for the entire house to hear if only they were there. Harry dragged it out as long as possible and then sat at her entrance, lapping up her liquid desire. It was hot and dirty at the same time.
When he finally removed his face from her cunt, he moved up her body to press a needy kiss to her mouth. His tongue danced with hers and she could taste herself on him, making her even more aroused. His hand found her breast again and started tweaking the nipple; it was sheer torutre. She reached down and gripped his cock, holding it tightly, stroking it as she pulled him closer.
"Fuck me, Harry. I need you to make me forget about Greyback. Remind me how good it can be," she whispered, her words instantly doing what they were meant to do.
Harry lined up with her entrance and plunged home. Hermione had never felt more complete. His pace was fast and surprising. Hermione had been sure that he was going to try to make sex soft and meaningful so she wouldn't be upset but it seemed that her alpha had lost control. Not that she was complaining. His hips slammed into hers, his balls smacking off her arse, as he buried himself inside her again and again.
It was heavenly.
Hermione was climbing the peak and knew it wouldn't take long to get there. They had done without each other for far too long for it to last. Hermione snaked her hand down between them and started roughly fingering herself. It pushed her over the edge rather quickly and her world imploded. She stars and her entire world spun. Harry continued to plunge away, chasing his own release.
Finally, ten more pumps after her climax, Harry found his own. He continued to thrust into her randomly for a minute or so before pulling free of her body and laying down beside her. Hermione found her wand and quickly cast a cleansing and contraception charm. After her wand was flung to the side, Hermione snuggled into Harry's side and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her more tightly than he had since she had been attacked. It felt nice.
"Don't pull away from me again unless you mean it," Hermione warned him. Harry lifted his head and gave her a questioning gaze.
"You knew what I had suffered and you pulled away sexually. You thought I would be sickened by you and I clearly wasn't. You didn't even speak to me about it. I don't like you withholding yourself since your attack," she accused him. He watched her for a few moments and finally nodded.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know if I could handle it if you were scared of sex with me," he confessed. Hermione gripped him tighter around the waist.
"That's something you have to talk about with me, not just worry, fear, and upset yourself over," she ordered him. He grinned at her, nodding slightly.
"You're right, I'm sorry I didn't do that. I don't ever want to be parted from you again," he told him and Hermione grinned. It seemed that being Ginny was siblings with Ron that they would know what went on, they would know the drama. It wasn't exactly something that Hermione wanted but he was going to take it, if only to buy himself a few more hours with her.
Herimone and Harry both drifted off to sleep that night much more relaxed, more relieved. The world didn't seem as bad or as big as long as they had each other. Just before he dropped off to sleep, he vowed he would never wait so long before taking his omega again.