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The Horcrux Scheme	By : Ezriela Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 67027 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All names, locations, rights, quotes, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., and many other people who are not me. No profit is to be made from this fanfiction.

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The Horcrux Scheme

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All names, locations, rights, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., and many other people who are not me. No profit is to be made from this fanfiction.

Chapter 1: The Devils Are Inside The Walls

The sound of the cold, late-October wind whipping the small tent only increased the loneliness and isolation that slowly became the new normal as days turned into weeks. Harry glanced up towards the far corner of the tent, where Hermione often sat; curled up next to the portable radio Ron had left after he abandoned them on their mission. She’d been distant since his departure, and barely acknowledged Harry, despite the close quarters they were living in. Harry had been trying to focus on reading through the texts Hermione had in her bag, in hopes of discovering any possible ways to destroy the Horcrux they had located.

Hermione glanced up to see Harry staring at her.

“I’m going to take a short walk, get some fresh air. Clear my head.”

Hermione quickly excused herself, and stepped outside. Anything that could help keep her mind off their current situation was welcome at this point. They had set up their tent at the old Quidditch World Cup campgrounds almost month ago. Sadly, walking outside in the fresh air wasn’t helping much. The strong wind chill was only making it harder to breathe. The locket she had been wearing all day was starting to feel heavy; weighing on her. Hermione couldn’t quite distinguish whether or not the discomfort she felt was solely from Ron’s departure, or this cursed locket. She wished they could be rid of it forever. Rid of Voldemort. Over the last 6 years, she’s only wanted to protect Harry. From Voldemort; from enduring any more pain & suffering. Harry. He’s endured more than anyone ever should. She just wanted Harry to finally be free.

An intense wave of pure pleasure seemed to shoot through her entire body in that moment. Her eyes immediately fixated on the small tent behind her. Making a B-line towards the tent, she found what she was looking for. Or more appropriately, whom she was looking for. The Chosen One. Only one thing present in her mind. ‘Want. Take. Have.’ He was drinking a cup of tea, while sitting at the table, flipping through ‘A History of Magic’, in search of anything that could help them in their hunt for Horcruxes.

Hermione wasted no time, closing the distance between them. Harry, hearing her approaching, looked up from the textbook.

Greeting her with a welcome smile, he sighed, “Oh, Hermione, thank Merlin you’re back. I’ve been trying to find— “ Harry started only to be interrupted by Hermione’s lips crashing down on his.

She was passionately kissing him, so forcefully that he only barely recognized bumping backwards into the table behind him, moving it back a few inches in the process. He barely registered feeling her tongue pushing past his lips, hungrily exploring his mouth.

His hands instinctively grabbed her hips, pulling her body closer to him.

“Mmmph…..Herm…..ione….” Harry moaned against her mouth…

It was only when he felt her hand delve into his pants; stroking his shaft, which jumped at her touch, did his brain finally begin to register the events.

Breaking away from the kiss, he gasped, “Hermione, what are you-“

Hermione didn’t even register his confusion and simply grabbed him by his sweater, and threw him onto the nearby cot. In a flash, Hermione was sitting on his hips, pinning his arms above his head.

“Hermione!” yelped Harry, now breathing raggedly and eyes widened in shock.

Her lips attacked his again, her tongue darting into his mouth, exploring its depths. He automatically let out a whimper. She had never felt this way before; powerful, in control, surging with unhindered pleasure. Her hands thrusting underneath his sweater, she began to rake them across his bare chest. Exploring his toned body, which had been hidden under school robes all those years, now seemed like a crime! She could feel her wetness begin to pool inside of her panties. A light moan escaped his lips. While one hand raked over his soft, chiseled flesh, her other hand wove its way into his messy, dark locks. Roughly grabbing a fistful and forcefully pulling him deeper into their heated kiss. His mind getting hazy; he was just beginning to see stars from being snogged by his best friend.

Hermione moved from his lips and began tracing a trail of heated kisses along his jaw line, encircling his ear, moaning softly, she whispered, “Harry…I want you.” Harry trembled. Kissing and suckling her way down his neck, making him shiver in waves of increased pleasure.

Being a hormonal, teenage boy, alone in a tent with a beautiful young witch, Harry’s body immediately began to respond. Hermione’s lips quickly returned to his, and began dueling with his tongue all over again. He could feel blood quickly rushing south. Moaning softly, he tried to free himself from her wonderful ministrations, hoping to before she noticed his growing erection. Only letting go of Harry’s mouth to obtain the necessary oxygen, Hermione separated from him, finally freeing his arms.

Both now breathing raggedly, staring into each other’s eyes. Harry was in shock and became rather alarmed upon finally seeing Hermione’s eyes. They were glazed over; completely lost in her lust and desires. For a moment, her eyes appeared to almost glow a bright, golden color.

“Oh, Harry”, Hermione moaned while slowly rolling her hips over his. The prominant bulge in his jeans was now causing wonderful friction against her womanhood.

Harry suddenly felt his mouth go dry, and swallowed deeply. His hands flew to her hips, as she began to grind harder into him. Harry let out a moan of pleasure.

“Unghhhh,” he groaned. His cock now was now fully erect and straining against the inside his jeans.

“Fuck me, Harry,” she whined.

Hermione reached for her wand in her back pocket, muttered, “Evanesco,” and successfully removed all of their obstructing garments, leaving only the locket hanging loosely around her neck.

Any of the will power Harry was clinging to previously had now completely left him with this action. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy against his groin. It was driving him mad.

His body shuddered as he closed his eyes. Harry felt his blood surge as if it were on fire. His entire body shivered and his last will of restraint dissolved. He craved to be inside her. United. One. To fill her.

Hermione, wasting no time with foreplay, quickly grabbed a hold of Harry’s fully erect cock, and moved her hips in place over his. Both locking eyes, she quickly thrust her hips downward, tearing away the only delicate barrier she had left.

Both moaning out sheer ecstasy, she ignored the initial wave of pain, placed her hands on his chest and quickly began to ride him. Harry’s hips rising to meet her thrust for thrust, sinking deeper into her core.

“Oh…..oooooh, Harry! Mmmm…..oohh yes…” Hermione moaned in time with their thrusts. The locket around her neck, was now searing, almost throbbing with pulsating energy emanating from it. It was positively glowing; a golden color emanating brightly from it. Both could feel a force compelling them, surrounding them, pushing them to reach their peaks.

~♥~♥~

Unbeknownst to the fornicating couple, the locket was spurring the young lovers on. The Horcrux taking over all rational thought. The burning desire Harry felt, fueled on by the open connection Voldemort had into his mind. Voldemort used this to his advantage, especially when Potter appeared particularly vulnerable.

‘Take her, Potter. Fill her. She wants it. Empty your seed deep within her’, a familiar smooth, snake-like voice continued filling Harry’s thoughts.

Harry’s eyes flashed bright gold, and he had a sudden rush of testosterone.

“UNGGGHH!” Harry grunted, and flipped Hermione over. Harry now on top of her began to pound into her tender pussy mercilessly. He forced her legs further up towards her head, opening her wider to him, and he plunged deeper into her core. His balls were smacking against her pussy lips with each powerful thrust. The sound of flesh pounding & slapping violently against flesh filled the small tent.

“HAR—RY!!…..OOOOH! ....RIGHT THERE! …HAR--DER!!! ….FAS--TER!” Hermione moaning in time with his frantic thrusts. Her hips flew up to meet his with every deep thrust he gave. She delighted in the feeling of him being deep inside of her, stretching her in ways she never thought possible.

Harry didn’t have to be told twice. Instantly he increased his pace, fucking her so hard she was sure to find bruises the next day. She wrapped her arms around his neck and fused their mouths together in another heated kiss. Harry’s hands began massaging her breasts, experimentally toying with her nipples. New tingles of desire were electrifying her body.

Her inner muscles were now clenching around his throbbing, thick cock, squeezing him, bringing him closer to his impending release. She released his lips, moaning so loudly that Harry worried for a moment that the silencing charms around the tent wouldn’t hold.

“Oh God, ‘Mione! I’m so close!” He moaned, feeling the familiar sensation of his abdomen clenching and his balls tightening.

“Cum for me, Harry! I want to feel you explode inside of me!” Hermione moaned, arching her back and riding out her orgasm.

Seeing Hermione become undone underneath him and hearing her cry out her orgasm sent Harry over the edge. With three final hard, deep, slow thrusts, he erupted inside of her.

“HERMIOOOOOONEE!!” He moaned, pumping his seed deep within her womb. Riding out his orgasm with his final thrusts, he collapsed blissfully on top of Hermione.

“That was incredible, Harry!” she whispered, as her arms wrapped around him lovingly. One hand reached up to lovingly stroke his hair at the base of his neck.

Harry simply lifted his face to meet her gaze, and offered her a goofy smile. Hermione giggled.

Sleep quickly overtook the young lovers.

~♥~

Voldemort slowly, adoringly, stroked Nagini as she slithered past him on the Malfoy dinner table in Malfoy Manor.

“You are probably all wondering why I’ve called you here tonight,” replied Voldemort.

He continued, “You see, earlier this evening…an opportunity presented itself, which would make Potter more susceptible to defeat before the coming war.”

Further down the dinner table, Bellatrix Lestrange, attempting to restrain her excitement asked, “What did the boy do?”

Voldemort, taking a moment to smirk at Bellatrix, announced, “Conceived a child.” The table had mixed reactions, some laughed, others continued to sit there, confused. He continued, “With the Mudblood, Granger.” Bellatrix cackled with laughter.

“How did you do it, my Lord?” asked Bellatrix eagerly.

“It was simple. Maxima Ubertus charm ensured maximum fertility, and Conceptio Novus guaranteed a successful conception. Potter and Granger were already too far gone, lost in their unquenchable lust to notice the enhanced glow around them,” Voldemort replied, with a fiendish smile on his face.

Lucius Malfoy, clearing his throat nervously, spoke up, “Pardon me, my Lord…how does this help us against Potter?”

Voldemort stood abruptly, making Lucius sink lower in his chair.

Moving slowly towards Lucius, Voldemort decided to address the entire table, “Potter fights for ‘Love’. Having never known any family of his own, he will do everything he can to ensure the Mudblood’s safety.”
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