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113 Days Later (In Time Series 2)	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

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Hermione paced the bedroom like a caged animal, unable to settle. She desperately wanted to go and see Arthur; she needed his touch and the wonderful pleasure he could so easily provide if she gave him the chance. But if she went to see him she would have to explain why she had run away last night, and that she wasn’t anywhere near ready to do.
She had spent the day in the attic with Harry, Ron and Ginny, the four of them going through piles of paperwork and boxes full of bric-a-brac, searching for anything that might shed some light on the painter of the dream hind and his time spent in Ottery St Catchpole. It was dusty and there was so much stuff piled up in there that Hermione doubted they would get through it all in one day. But Harry was determined and his enthusiasm prompted everyone else to get on with it as well.
Hermione had enjoyed the day because the family history stored in the attic was interesting enough to allow her to forget for a brief period the awful mistake she had almost made the night before, although a stack of love letters between Arthur’s parents tied up with a red satin ribbon made it come flooding back with a jolt.
Fortunately, it was shortly after their discovery that Ginny came across the diaries of her great-grandfather, and once again Hermione’s mind was able to push away the unwelcome thoughts that were plaguing her. The four of them each took a diary and rapidly scanned the pages for any mention of a Potter.
Ron was the eventual winner, after a good hour and several diaries lay discarded in a pile on the floor in front of them. He had discovered an entry about a young Muggle woman called Belinda, from a farm near the village, who had caused the seemingly irreparable rift between up-until-then best friends, Barnabus Weasley and Jeremiah Potter because they had both fallen in love with her after one too many drinks in the local pub one evening. The writer had a flair for the dramatic, which Ron played up in his reading, and the group spent quite some time in fits of laughter as he related the events so carefully documented in the diary.
One entry finished with Jeremiah storming out of the Burrow to be with his ‘one true love’. Apparently, he had not taken his luggage with him in his fit of pique, and another argument ensued when he returned the following day to collect it. The next entry detailed the bout of fisticuffs that followed his return, along with the threat of a duel. That didn’t happen because Jeremiah had ‘flounced off’ . . . according to Barnabus, anyway. There was a further entry a few days later that explained how Belinda was already married and had apparently been completely unaware of the two men fighting for her affections.
But the damage was already done, the friendship lay in tatters, and Jeremiah ended his holiday staying at the pub in which he and his erstwhile friend had first spied the fair maiden who had come between them. One final entry came a few weeks later when Barnabus grudgingly recorded his admiration for the painting of the dream hind that Jeremiah had completed as a sign for the pub in return for his board and lodging. The record confirmed that the hind was Jeremiah’s Patronus.
They continued to search the diaries in case any other information regarding Jeremiah or any other Potter was mentioned but eventually had to admit defeat. Hermione was pleased to have found confirmation of her theory and she knew Harry was happy to have acquired some information about his father’s relatively unknown ancestors, however scant.
Eventually, they packed away the various belongings and left the attic, heading for the kitchen to get a drink after all that dust. Hermione and Harry agreed that they would take Ron and Ginny to the pub the following evening after the two men finished work so they could see the sign for themselves and possibly talk to old Tom about what they had discovered.

Hermione was subdued when she finally joined Arthur in the shed, and he couldn’t help but remember the way she had hurried away from him the night before. He wondered whether he ought to mention it in case he had done something, whatever it was, to exacerbate the situation, but decided against it in case it sparked an argument that ended badly.
He had something to ask Hermione, something he had been considering for quite some time now, but because of her pensive mood Arthur wasn’t sure whether he should mention it in case it made things more difficult.
‘Was work better today?’ Hermione eventually asked when the silence between them became just a little too awkward and she felt the need to break the tension. ‘You don’t seem as tired this evening.’
Arthur smiled at her. ‘I’m not. I had quite a good day, actually. I didn’t have any meetings so I could get on with some real work without having to listen to endless people wittering on about rubbish for hours on end.’
Hermione moved closer to him, allowing him to enfold her in his arms although it was clear there was a slight reserve about her actions. After a few seconds Arthur released her, trying not to frown, still wondering what he had done to cause the current state of affairs. He couldn’t think of anything in particular. Perhaps if he ignored it and moved on with his original plan the tension would ease a little. It needed to if he had any hope of getting Hermione to agree to the request he was going to put forward.
‘We’ve got plenty of time for once with you getting home from work so early, so what do you want to do this afternoon?’ Hermione asked.
She was trying to ignore the swirling feeling in her stomach that made her want to run away before Arthur started asking her difficult questions she didn’t want to answer. Her hand brushed over his robe, catching it and pulling it up to reveal his underpants and the expected hard bulge inside. Perhaps if they moved on to sex it would remove the tension that she knew was her fault.
Arthur caught hold of her free wrist and pulled her towards him again.
‘A kiss would be good to start with,’ he said.
Hermione shook her head. ‘Mr Weasley— we agreed—’
Arthur smiled. ‘I know we did, Hermione. But we haven’t exactly been very good at keeping to that, have we, so why would one more night make any difference? Anyway, I want to kiss you . . . I like kissing you, and you’re a Muggle artefact, so—’
The final words were left unsaid as his mouth found hers, tender and almost tentative to begin with. Hermione wrapped her arms around Arthur in response and the kiss deepened.
They kissed for about ten minutes. Hermione didn’t want it to end but knew it must, even though she was aware that it was far too late and the damage had been done a week ago when she had kissed him on the first evening she had arrived at the Burrow. Even now she couldn’t help but berate herself for her lack of judgement, but it had happened and now she had no choice but to deal with the consequences. And for her, that meant only one outcome. She had to permanently end her association with Arthur.
Ending it was actually the last thing Hermione wanted to do, but she knew she had no choice if she wanted any hope of saving Arthur’s marriage to Molly. Things between them had gone too far and despite all the rules she had set herself she had fallen in love with Arthur. Hermione knew that if she allowed the relationship to continue she would end up putting pressure on him to choose her over his wife, and that definitely couldn’t be allowed to happen.
If she was being honest, Hermione had known while she was still at Hogwarts that her feelings were more intense than they should have been; her thoughts had turned on several occasions from general ones of Arthur and their wonderful lovemaking to how different it would be if she was his wife and had full and unfettered access to everything that went with that state rather than remaining the Muggle artefact she had set herself up as.
Hermione knew she should have ended it then, should have turned down the invitation to come to the Burrow for Christmas and stayed at school instead or, having accepted the invitation, should never have come back to the shed and tempted Arthur once more. She should have tried to pretend nothing had happened between them back in the summer; she was pretty sure Arthur would never have said anything to her about it and would have accepted her decision.
But the problem was that Hermione hadn’t wanted to stop and she had let herself get carried away, and now she had no choice, even if it was going to make her unhappy — and she already knew that being away from Arthur permanently would definitely make her unhappy.
She was aware Arthur was acting tentatively around her, his usual tendency to instigate proceedings surrendered in response to the atmosphere she had created. She needed to get things back on track and get this encounter over and done with, and then she had to tell him it was over.
As the final kiss ended Hermione’s hand found his cock once more and she gripped the shaft firmly as she wanked him, hoping this would be enough to set things in motion.
‘What do you want to do?’ she asked, trying to make her voice low and seductive as she pushed away the anxieties that filled her, determined now that this last time with Arthur would be every bit as magnificent as their previous couplings.
Arthur stared at her and for a moment uncertainty flickered in his eyes. Hermione wondered whether he was going to send her back to the house, whether her consternation had started something similar within him and was feeding the guilt that she knew was still only just buried below the surface. But then he smiled, a well-known expression of desire sweeping to replace any negativity, and gave a low moan of pleasure at what she was doing.
‘I want to undress you,’ he said quietly, his voice conveying so much more meaning than the actual phrase had expressed. ‘Hopefully it’s warm enough in here.’
Hermione shivered with excitement, understanding Arthur’s desire for her hadn’t diminished because of her weird mood.
‘You always want to undress me,’ she pointed out lightly.
Arthur laughed. ‘That’s because you’re so gorgeous that I love seeing you naked.’
‘Are you going to get naked as well?’
‘I’m not gorgeous so I’m not sure why you’d want to see me,’ Arthur said a touch ruefully.
‘Oh, I don’t know. I find you pretty sexy,’ Hermione admitted. She squeezed him and Arthur hissed.
‘I asked first,’ Arthur said.
His hands were moving over Hermione’s body, skimming over her curves and stopping to squeeze her breasts for a few seconds before moving back down and grasping the base of her jumper. Hermione released her grip on him and moved her arms above her head so Arthur could remove it.
‘Is it warm enough in here?’ he asked
‘Yes, it’s quite pleasant this evening.’
Once Hermione was naked Arthur’s hands began to move again, caressing her and enjoying the feel of her soft skin as they traced over her stomach and up towards her breasts. He played with them, enjoying the beautiful mounds he had spent so much time on in the past, knowing how aroused she would get from the attention.
Eventually, Hermione began to undress him and Arthur finally released her breasts and allowed her to remove his robe, still unable to understand why she was so eager to see him naked. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, enjoying holding her but battling the urge to kiss her once more. Then his hands were moving again, this time stroking and cupping her delicious tight bottom as the arousal flared within him, his hardness pressed unapologetically against her mound.
‘I thought we might try something different tonight. I was hoping you might agree to have anal sex with me.’ Arthur finally voiced the desire that had been playing around the inside of his mind for months.
Hermione looked surprised. ‘I know you’ve fingered my bottom a few times but you’ve never actually mentioned having sex before.’
‘I’ve thought about it a lot, though,’ Arthur admitted. ‘But if you don’t want to do it—’
For a moment the thought that as a Muggle artefact Hermione couldn’t say no to him crossed his mind, but he forced it away. Their relationship had gone way beyond his demands and if Hermione wasn’t interested then that would be the end of it as far as Arthur was concerned. He didn’t want to do something she had no interest in. The whole point was for them both to get enjoyment from the things they did together.
‘I’ve never done it before,’ Hermione said.
Arthur smiled. ‘Neither have I, so we’re both anal virgins.’ When Hermione looked surprised again he said, ‘To be honest, Molly’s never been the most adventurous of women so it wasn’t something I ever felt comfortable suggesting to her. But I know you enjoyed it when I fingered you, so . . . .’
Hermione gave him a brief peck on the lips. ‘I’m game if you are. It will be good to try something new, especially as you’ve never done it either.’
As she said the words, Hermione felt a small ball of disappointment form in her stomach. The truth was that while the idea of sharing something with Arthur that he had never done with his wife appealed more than she wanted to admit, it was an unknown quantity at the moment and there was no guarantee that she, or Arthur come to that, would enjoy it.
She had so wanted her last time with him to be something special; a spectacular outpouring of her love for him as they fucked, something she could, once she finally recovered enough, look back on with fondness. She wasn’t sure that anal sex, especially a first attempt, was going to fit the bill.
‘You don’t have to say yes because you think it’s what you should do because you’re an artefact, Hermione,’ Arthur told her gravely. ‘I only want you to do it if you really want to try it.’
Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist and she smiled at him. ‘I want to do it. I want to do everything with you, Mr Weasley. I thought you realised that.’
‘I’m so glad you said that,’ Arthur admitted, his voice a soft murmur in her ear.
One of his hands moved to slide down the crack of her bottom as Hermione opened her legs to give him access. She moaned as Arthur’s fingers slid inside her vulva, his thumb catching her clit and surprising her as she had expected him to focus exclusively on her bottom.
‘Do you want me to bend over the workbench again?’ she asked after he had fingered her for a few minutes.
‘No, I want you to get on the workbench . . . on your hands and knees with your legs apart.’ Hermione stared at him with confusion and Arthur smiled. ‘I thought that as we have plenty of time tonight we’d have some foreplay first,’ he explained.
He lifted her onto the workbench and spent a few seconds moving her into what he considered to be the correct position, her beautiful slit, glistening from her arousal, now in the perfect position for him to use his tongue. Hermione gasped as he tasted her, overjoyed that Arthur was still intent on giving her pleasure in the usual way rather than moving straight on to the anal sex. Perhaps her memories would be good ones after all. She cried out, unable to stop herself, as Arthur’s fingers pushed inside her anus, probing deeply even as he continued with his mouth on her sex.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked anxiously, rising for a second, and Hermione gave a moan of desire to let him know she was fine.
He pushed his fingers deeper as his mouth covered her clit, licking at first then gently sucking on it. Hermione squealed and her body bucked, her breath taken away by the intense feeling caused by Arthur’s fingers inside her.
‘Oh god, that feels so good,’ she whispered.
Arthur released her clit, his tongue now swirling through her labia. Then Hermione was panting at the sensations that washed through the lower half of her body, trying to pace herself and last as long as she could. His fingers were gone now and Hermione wondered why he had stopped, but a moment later they returned, colder and covered in something that made their passage much easier.
‘What’s that?’ Hermione tried to ask, the panting rising once more as his fingers moved in and out, gaining speed with each thrust.
Arthur ignored her, his tongue still working on her vulva and clitoris. He was concentrating on her breathing, knowing Hermione was close to cumming, and he had no intention of ruining it for her by slowing down or stopping at the crucial moment.
‘I need your cock,’ Hermione whimpered desperately as her pelvis undulated, riding the sensation Arthur was eliciting with his fingers and tongue. ‘Oh god . . . please, Arthur . . . give it to me.’
Again Arthur ignored Hermione’s pleas, knowing she now only had seconds. He gently flicked her clit and Hermione screamed as her body spasmed, a wail of release as she finally exploded. Not giving her time to recover, Arthur pulled Hermione from the workbench and pushed her forward over it, at the same time reaching into the drawer. A moment later his hand emerged covered in a thick cream which he slathered around his throbbing erection, hissing slightly at the coldness of it. Once he was certain he was well covered his fingers returned to Hermione’s bottom, pushing back inside her to ensure she was ready for him.
‘If you want me to stop please tell me, Hermione,’ he told her quietly as his fingers withdrew and the head of his cock took their place at the tight entrance.
‘I want this,’ Hermione confirmed, realising that what she was saying was true. She wanted to give Arthur this experience, wanted to leave him with a memory he would treasure, knowing she had given him something that Molly never would.
‘Oh, Hermione, my love,’ Arthur whispered in her ear as he pushed slowly, one hand guiding his cock while the other held her hip.
Hermione felt the intense pressure and a stinging sensation as he entered her. She hissed and Arthur instantly stopped moving.
‘Are you all right?’ he asked sounding anxious.
‘It stings a bit,’ Hermione admitted. ‘Can we use more lubrication?’
Before she even finished asking Arthur had pulled out of her. He opened the drawer to retrieve the lubrication he had used previously.
‘This cream is supposed to be specifically for anal sex,’ he said, showing Hermione.
‘I’m sure it works,’ Hermione said. ‘I think we just need a bit more of it.’ She dipped her hand into the pot then gently began to stroke Arthur’s cock. ‘It feels good, anyway,’ she said. She looked down. The hard mass was now completely hidden by a thick layer of cream. ‘Hopefully that will do it. Let’s have another go.’
‘Let me put more inside you as well,’ Arthur said. His fingers dipped into the pot as Hermione turned back to lean over the bench once more, her legs open to give him access.
‘That stuff feels cold,’ she said as his fingers pressed inside her.
‘I think it’s supposed to dull the sensation a bit.’
After another couple of seconds Arthur tried again and was pleased when he managed to insert himself without any further problems.
‘How does it feel?’ he asked anxiously.
‘Weird,’ Hermione said. ‘I feel really full up. But I think it’ll be okay. You just need to fuck me.’
‘Don’t forget to tell me if you want to stop or if it hurts,’ Arthur said.
‘I will, but I don’t think you need to worry. It feels good.’
‘Yes, it does,’ Arthur agreed.
He kissed the area between her shoulder blades as he began to move, slowly at first, his hands holding Hermione’s hips to keep her in place. Once he was certain she wasn’t in pain and was actually enjoying what was happening, Arthur began to increase the pace until her breathing shallowed. He pushed harder, feeling himself slide deeper as Hermione gasped loudly, but he didn’t stop, instead waiting to see if she said anything as he continued to fuck her.
Arthur closed his eyes and savoured the feeling that was rising up inside him, the strong muscles of Hermione’s anus gripping him so tightly he thought his cock would explode. But although she didn’t say anything to stop him, he wasn’t sure Hermione was enjoying it as much as he was. She needed more and he knew what to do.
He released his right hand from her hip and slid it around her leg, fingers probing to find her stiff little bud as he increased the pace of his thrusting slightly. Hermione gave a wail and her lower body bucked wildly as his fingers stroked her clit. Arthur’s eyes almost rolled at the incredible sensations her movement was causing within his own body.
‘Oh fuck, that feels good,’ he whispered, needing her to know how amazing what she was doing for him felt.
Faster still now, and Arthur realised that Hermione was still moving too, both of them fucking almost as energetically as when they did it doggy style. The feeling was astonishing, so different from that when he was in her vagina, and once again Arthur found himself thanking her for allowing him to take her that way. He wasn’t going to last much longer, though. She was milking him with those strong muscles and he was no match.
Trying to hold on for as long as possible, Arthur concentrated on Hermione’s clit, hoping to both achieve the onset of her orgasm and delay his own. He could hear her ragged breathing, small sobs every time his finger rubbed her now over-sensitive clit, but he couldn’t stop the pressure building inside him. With a loud cry he erupted, wrapping his arms around Hermione to pull her to him, his mouth finding her shoulder as he felt the release. Once he was finished he moved back and let go of Hermione and turned her to face him. He gazed at his beautiful lover for only a second before he hugged her again, his mouth finding hers for an intense kiss.
‘I’m sorry, my love, I couldn’t hold on,’ he said ruefully once the kiss was over. ‘You didn’t cum, did you?’
Hermione smiled and stroked his face. ‘No, but you made me cum earlier, remember.’
‘But I wanted you to cum . . . I wanted you to enjoy it.’
Hermione cut him off with another kiss, understanding that if she let him continue Arthur’s guilt would ruin what they had just done.
‘I did enjoy it,’ she told him once they had finished kissing. ‘It felt amazing you being inside me like that. But I don’t think I’d ever be able to cum from it. The sensation is completely different and didn’t set off that ache at all.’ She saw Arthur look disappointed and smiling again, she quickly added, ‘But I don’t need to cum that way. You make me cum so many ways, Mr Weasley. It’s nice to find one where I can return the favour. You obviously enjoyed it.’
‘You’ve got no idea,’ Arthur said quietly, sounding overawed. ‘I can’t even begin to describe how different it was. It was completely wonderful.’
‘Was it better than normal?’ Hermione asked, trying hard to keep her voice even as she wondered with a touch of disappointment whether she had lost any chance of a normal fuck before she left. Was Arthur only going to want to do it anally if they did it again?
‘No,’ Arthur responded instantly. ‘It was amazing, but nothing could beat the feel of your wonderful vagina, Hermione. I love having anal sex with you and would definitely do it again if you’ll let me, but it’s not going to replace all those other marvellous positions that feel so fantastic.’
Hermione smiled happily as she kissed him again, her hand moving to seek out his cock. It was probably limp but with any luck she might be able to get a reaction and maybe she could convince Arthur into one final glorious fuck. They still had plenty of time, after all. She was pleased to discover he was still semi-erect. That would certainly make it easier.
‘I want you to fuck me,’ Hermione whispered in his ear as her hand gripped his shaft and squeezed. Arthur hissed. ‘I want you to fill me with your cum,’ she continued. She kissed his ear.
‘I will be more than happy to fulfil that request as soon as I get hard again, and as soon as we’ve had a bit of a clean-up,’ Arthur said.
His hand had found his wand and Hermione felt a soft breeze on her body and then on her hand. Realising it was Arthur casting a charm she released his cock, allowing him to clean it. Once he was finished she took hold of his nicely stiffening member again, tugging and squeezing in the way she knew would make him hard.
Finished with the cleaning, Arthur moved a hand between her legs, fingers sliding inside her. His mouth dipped to capture one of her nipples and sucked gently on the stiff bud as he enjoyed the sensation of Hermione’s hand on his cock. He was already getting aroused again and knew it wouldn’t be long before he could grant her desire.
The good thing was that her introspective mood seemed to have lifted, although she was still obviously not quite back to her old self. Hermione was never usually quite so vocal about her own desires but Arthur thought it was a good thing that she was finally speaking up, even if it wasn’t quite in the spirit of her being nothing more than a Muggle artefact.
He found it exciting when she told him what she wanted him to do to her. Maybe he would to get her to do it more often. But now he wanted to prepare her for his cock, wanted to use his tongue to bring her to climax before he fucked her again.
‘Back onto the workbench for you,’ he said, holding her waist gently as he lifted her. ‘Sitting with your legs open. I want to examine you before we go any further.’
Hermione sighed happily as Arthur bent closer, his tongue flicking around her still-stiff bud for a few seconds before moving lower to tease her labia. She closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying the waves of pleasure that were already building inside her. The excitement of knowing she was soon going to feel his cock again stoked her arousal.
As she drifted away on a wave of bliss her mind conjured a vision of her and Arthur, not out in his cold shed but instead in a bed, comfortable and warm. She jolted, opening her eyes and pushing the thought out of her mind as rapidly as she could manage, trying to calm her suddenly racing heart and hoping that Arthur hadn’t noticed.
He had.
‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked, sounding worried.
‘No, sorry. It was just a bit too intense,’ Hermione said, covering. ‘I’m feeling quite sensitive.’
‘Do you want me to stop?’ Arthur tried to bite back his disappointment.
Hermione shook her head. ‘Of course not, just be careful with my clit.’
Arthur grinned. ‘I was about to suck it.’
‘Please don’t do that. I think I’ll pass out.’
‘Well, that would be an interesting reaction.’ His fingers stroked Hermione’s soft folds, carefully keeping away from her clitoral region.
‘But then I’d miss you fucking me,’ Hermione pointed out. ‘And I really don’t want to miss out on that.’
‘Okay, well as you asked so nicely I will attempt to not make you pass out, although I do still want you to cum.’
‘You might need to stop talking then,’ Hermione said cheekily.
Arthur flicked her clit and Hermione squealed.
‘Not fair,’ she said, then groaned loudly as Arthur’s mouth found her slit once more.
By the time Hermione had cum, Arthur was fully erect and ready to go.
‘What position do you want to do it in? Seeing as you’re being so vocal about your desires this evening.’
Hermione shrugged. ‘I don’t mind. As long your cock’s inside me I don’t really care how we do it. What do you want?’
Arthur thought about it for a moment. ‘I know it probably seems a bit boring, especially after the anal sex, but I wouldn’t mind doing it in the Missionary position, to be honest. It always feels so good and I get to see your beautiful face at the same time.’
Hermione moved so she was on the edge of the workbench and opened her arms to welcome him in. ‘Yes please, Mr Weasley.’
Arthur moved forward as she wrapped her arms around him. He held his cock and guided it as Hermione hugged him, pulling him towards her. A moment later she gave a purr of delight as his erection slid inside her, an overwhelming feeling of desire and gratitude coursing through her. As Arthur’s arms encircled her in return Hermione moved her legs, pulling him deeper as her feet pressed on his buttocks.
‘The feel of you wrapped around me never gets old. It always feels so incredible,’ Arthur admitted.
Hermione smiled up at him, feeling no need to speak. She was certain her expression said everything she could say to Arthur and now that he was giving her what she needed so badly she was just going to enjoy it and lock it into her memory for the future. She just hoped it would last longer than a couple of minutes. Anyway, it was important that she not speak in case she inadvertently told Arthur the truth about how she felt about him, as he had done with her earlier.
If she hadn’t been sure about ending their relationship before, his over-affectionate address during their earlier coupling had served to remind her that it had to happen. While it was just vaguely possible that Arthur hadn’t meant anything serious by calling her his love, Hermione knew it was unlikely.
He had never called her that before and although it made her blood tingle and her heart race, she knew he shouldn’t be saying it, or even considering her as his love. However much she disliked the idea, that was Molly’s role in Arthur’s life and Hermione wasn’t going to usurp her. She was supposed to be nothing more than a Muggle artefact.
Once again her mood dipped for a moment, both at the thought that she wasn’t able to fully enjoy what they were doing — Arthur was never going to be hers so she had no choice but to leave him — and for fear of Arthur doing something stupid that he would later regret before she had a chance to break the connection between them. But as the intense sensations rose within her body, stoked by Arthur’s steady thrusting, Hermione let go of her disappointment and lost herself to the moment, her body dragging him deeper as she moved against him.
Arthur pulled her off the workbench and held her tightly as, still impaled on his cock, he carried Hermione over to a chair and sat down with her now on his lap.
Hermione grinned. The change of position was just enough to dampen her rapidly rising climax and presumably had done the same for Arthur, giving them a few more minutes of fucking time.
‘Fed up with the Missionary position?’
Arthur kissed her nose. ‘I thought you could ride for a bit. I can still see your beautiful face . . . and play with your wonderful breasts at the same time.’ His hands released her and moved to grab her breasts instead, squeezing them as Hermione gasped her appreciation. ‘Why, would you prefer to go back to it?’
Hermione shook her head, moaning lowly as she rolled her hips, grinding herself into Arthur’s lap. He hissed and squeezed her breasts again, his head moving forward to rest on her shoulder, his lips gently kissing the side of her neck. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the internal feeling that was rising once more, slow and steady but also relentless, the thrusting of Arthur’s cock gradually making her insides turn to liquid.
She could hear her breathing become shallower and faster as she tried to keep herself moving, the impending orgasm with its intense sensation slowing her movement as it ebbed and flowed, drawing ever closer, the feeling of Arthur’s hands, now playing with her nipples, aiding in the assault.
Hermione was so close but now the feelings building inside her were making movement difficult and she had to fight to keep the momentum going. Sensing her need, Arthur released her breasts and his hands moved to hold her bottom, helping her to move as his own thrusting continued steadily. Hermione gasped for breath, the sensation intensifying until it was almost unendurable and she wanted to scream in hopes it would release the tension.
Arthur cried out, his body twitching, and Hermione felt the tiny series of eruptions that started deep inside her core, spreading outwards as each one caught from the other. She could hear Arthur whispering in her ear, saying the same thing over and over again, but for the moment it was nothing but background noise and was being overtaken by the explosion of her senses. Hermione knew she had to let go, had to release everything that had built up inside her. She had to free herself.
‘I love you! Oh god, I love you, Arthur.’
Hermione felt completely drained as if all her life essence had escaped her body along with the orgasm and the sudden shocking confession. She slumped against Arthur’s shoulder. He was still whispering but now she could understand him. He was telling her that he loved her. Her heart lifted and she thought everything would be all right, that they would be able to find a way through. She loved Arthur and he loved her in return. Everything was completely perfect and Hermione knew she could never be any happier than she was in that moment.
‘I thought it was just me,’ Arthur said, his expression a mixture of wonder and delight.
He squeezed Hermione to him, his mouth searching out hers, no longer caring what was right or wrong; only knowing that his beautiful Hermione was in love with him every bit as much as he was in love with her. His heart soared as she returned the kiss, holding onto him as if she was worried he would run away from her. It was endearing and made him feel happier than he had for years.
Thoughts of Molly tried to work their way into his ecstatic brain but Arthur firmly pushed them away, not wanting to ruin what was probably the best moment of his life. There was time enough for guilt later when he would need to work out what the hell they were going to do, but for now he just wanted to enjoy Hermione and bask in the enjoyment of the things they had done together this evening and the knowledge that she really did belong to him, and not just as a Muggle artefact.
Once again, one kiss became several, but as always there came the point when both of them knew they had to stop. They’d had plenty of time today but it was almost at an end and Hermione had to go back to the house before anyone could become suspicious about where she had been or decided to come looking for her.
As she pulled away from Arthur, climbing from his lap to retrieve her clothes, Hermione felt the pain start within her heart, like a shard of glass sliding into it. With his actions Arthur had proved that he had no intention of stopping their inexorable march towards the destruction of his marriage, so she had no choice but to be the strong one, however heartbreaking it was to do it. And if she had to do it, Hermione wanted it over and done with quickly before she chickened out or did something unforgivable instead.
‘Can I have a final kiss before you depart?’ Arthur asked hopefully as he watched Hermione dress. At least if she would agree to that it would offset the usual disappointment at her covering her gorgeous body, even if it was only for tonight. He wondered if he ought to mention the love bite on her shoulder. She had covered it up before he had a chance to point it out. He decided not to bother and opened his arms for her to step into.
Hermione gave him an old-fashioned look. ‘You do remember that we agreed we weren’t going to kiss again, don’t you?’
Arthur grinned. ‘I know, but I promise that starting tomorrow there won’t be any more kisses.’ He put his right hand up as if he was making a pledge.
You have no idea how right you are about that, Hermione thought miserably as she stepped into his arms for the final time.
She knew she had to tell Arthur it was over but she really didn’t want to. She liked being in his arms, she liked kissing him, and more than anything she absolutely loved having sex with him. But she knew she had no choice. She wasn’t the only one who had fallen too deeply. Arthur was no longer treating her as a Muggle artefact but as a tender lover; he had admitted his love for her this evening. If he couldn’t see what was happening and wouldn’t do anything to stop it then she had no choice.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Arthur and kissed him with as much intensity as she could muster knowing that as with everything else they had done this evening, this was the last time she would do so. The kiss started tender and sweet, then continued with a fierceness that had them both gasping when they finally came up for air. Internally she girded herself for what she had to do, then moved back out of Arthur’s arms as she stared at him with sad eyes.
‘Are you okay, Hermione?’ Arthur noticed the change in his lover and anxiety burst into life, making his stomach roil. His voice was so soft and concerned-sounding that Hermione could feel unwanted tears welling up in her eyes. ‘Talk to me, my love. What’s wrong?’
‘I love you, Arthur,’ Hermione started, her voice wavering as she fought to hold back the tears. ‘I never meant for it to happen — you know I didn’t — but it did and now there’s nothing I can do to stop the way I feel.’ She wrapped her arms around herself defensively, trying to find the words to say what she needed Arthur to hear.
‘I know you do, my love. And I feel exactly the same way about you. I’ve never felt happier.’
Hermione just about managed to stifle the sob that was working its way to her lips. ‘But you shouldn’t feel that way. You’re married to and love Molly.’
Arthur stared at Hermione, his heart sinking as he suddenly understood where this was going. ‘And I do still love Molly. I always will, Hermione. But not in the way I love you. That sort of emotion has been gone for a long time. Long before you came along.’
Hermione was shaking her head. ‘No, no it hadn’t. You still felt that way about her in the summer when I first convinced you to make me a Muggle artefact. You felt guilty about what we were doing, I know you did, and even during this holiday — it was still there. And I don’t believe Molly’s feelings for you have ever changed. Everyone can see how much she loves you.’
‘You’re right that I feel guilty. But it’s not because I love Molly, it’s because I want to be with you and I know I shouldn’t feel that way when I’m still married to her,’ Arthur admitted. ‘I know it wasn’t what you were looking for, it wasn’t for me either, but it happened and we have to deal with our feelings, not try to keep them bottled up and pretend they don’t exist. We love each other, Hermione, and we have to accept it and work out what to do next.’
‘I know what we have to do . . . and so do you,’ Hermione said dully. ‘This has to end, Arthur. We have to stop doing this, have to keep away from each other so you can repair your relationship with Molly. You have to forget about me, have to return to your marriage and your family.’
‘And you think I can do that, do you?’ Arthur asked with a snort of derision. ‘I love you, Hermione. I spend every minute of every day thinking about you and the best part of my day is when you join me out here. I can assure you that whatever you’re thinking of doing isn’t going to stop the way I feel — it isn’t going to make any difference to my marriage.’
‘This was all my fault and I am so, so sorry. I should never have kissed you. It ruined everything.’ Hermione said miserably. ‘If I hadn’t kissed you we wouldn’t be like this. I’d still just be a Muggle artefact—’
‘You know that’s not true,’ Arthur retorted, cutting her off. ‘Even if we hadn’t kissed our feelings for each other would have continued to grow. Maybe not so rapidly, but it would still have happened eventually.’
‘But I promised you that it wouldn’t impact your marriage,’ Hermione said wretchedly. The tears were falling now as her heart twinged with pain, the expression of devastation on Arthur’s face that surely matched her own as painful to bear as everything they had done together. ‘But now your marriage is in danger of falling apart because I couldn’t keep my feelings under control. So I’m sorry, Arthur, but I have to end it. I have to.’
‘Hermione, please, don’t rush into this. We’ve still got a few days before you have to go back to school so we’ve got time to consider properly what we’re going to do. Then you’ll be away from me for a few months anyway. That should give us enough time to decide what happens in the future. Please, my love. Don’t run away from me now.’
Hermione sobbed and wiped ineffectually at her eyes, trying to clear the tears. ‘I’m sorry, Arthur, but I can’t promise you that. You don’t even understand what you’re asking.’
Arthur moved towards her and tried to take her in his arms, but Hermione pushed him away. He looked hurt but dropped his arms and made no further move to hold her.
‘I love you and I love what we’ve done but it has to stop now,’ Hermione said, trying to keep her voice low and even despite the rising urge to scream. ‘I’m sorry, but it has to. I can’t accept any other outcome. Thank you for everything you’ve given me. You are the most wonderful, caring and considerate lover. Molly has no idea just how lucky she is.’
Arthur opened his mouth to reply but Hermione shook her head, gazing at him with pleading eyes. ‘Please don’t say anything, Arthur. I have to leave . . . and I won’t be coming back in here.’
‘I love you, Hermione.’ Arthur’s voice was low and mournful.
‘I have to go,’ Hermione said, closing her eyes for a moment as his words tore her heart apart.
‘You’re running away,’ Arthur said.
Knowing it was true but unable to stay any longer, Hermione ran from the shed, tears once again streaming, not looking back as she went. Once she was outside the door she stopped, the sub-zero temperature stealing her breath for a moment and freezing the tears on her cheeks. Although she wasn’t dressed for a walk she knew she had to get away from the Burrow before she did something stupid.
Not able to think clearly, she hurried towards the gate to the field where she and her friends had played Quidditch in the past. She ran across the field screaming out all her grief and anger, trying to rid herself of her emotions before she returned to the house. For ten minutes she ran around, eventually stumbling and falling to the frost-covered ground, sobbing hoarsely as if her heart had just burst. It honestly felt like it had.
Hermione had no idea how long she sat there, ignoring the cold that was slowly seeping through her bones as she cried out all the until now unconscious hatred she felt for Molly for being Arthur’s wife, her despair at not being able to be with Arthur any longer, and the bitter knowledge that she would always despise herself for what she had almost caused to happen.
When she finally noticed she was shaking, not from the pain but from the cold, and her hands and feet were beginning to go numb, Hermione realised she had to move. The tears had finally stopped too. She knew she had to return to the house, even though she no longer had any desire to be there.
Slowly Hermione pulled herself to her feet. She felt lethargic and dull-witted, the cold having sunk so deep inside her she was in danger of making herself ill . . . or even dying. She lumbered her way back across the field and into the yard, hoping that she wouldn’t see Arthur. She couldn’t face him at the moment, and if he said the wrong thing she would crumble, she knew she would.
Although she wasn’t supposed to be leaving the Burrow until New Year’s Day, Hermione couldn’t wait that long. She couldn’t spend another two days trying to avoid Arthur and trying to stop herself from thinking uncharitable thoughts about Molly. Nothing Harry or Ron could devise would take her mind off her predicament, and even Ginny would be hard pushed to pull her out of the black mood that was descending on her with every step she got closer to the house.
She tried to think what excuse she could use to leave but because her mind was so dulled by the cold she couldn’t think of anything. With her parents still in Australia and unaware of her existence, she couldn’t even use the need to spend some time with them as an excuse.
Sighing, Hermione reached the back door, feeling the weight of what she had done come crashing down upon her, threatening to overwhelm her again. Taking a deep breath she reached out to open the door, knowing that there would at least be some warmth beyond it, then stopped.
In a moment the weight was lifted from her as she realised she had found an answer. She could leave the Burrow tomorrow morning, could run away before Arthur had a chance to try to change her mind. Harry and Ron had given her the perfect excuse and it was too good an opportunity to ignore. She opened the door and went into the kitchen, the sudden heat assaulting her in waves.
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