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The Afterlife and Times of Myrtle Potter	By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 19696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13: Rides and
Revelations

They all but ran into the
Master bedroom and closed the door; Harry set up the silencing charms and
turned to his fianc�.

�Harry,� she asked, �do you
trust me?�

�With my heart and soul love.�

�Strip!� she ordered.

He did, striking a series of
teasing poses as he slowly undressed.

Hermione removed her blouse
and skirt, leaving her in the white lace and stockings he had seen earlier in
the day.� She left her heels on as well.

�Lie on the bed, on your back�
she directed, then reached into the top drawer of her dresser and removed four
silk cords, like curtain cords.�

�Are you sure you trust me?�

�With my very life.�

She bound his wrists and
ankles, albeit loosely, to the four posts of their queen-sized bed, then placed
a blindfold around his eyes.� Then she began to walk back and forth around the
bed, kissing and caressing random parts of his anatomy, not touching his
genitals, but kissing, licking and sucking all around his pubic regions.

He began to moan in frustration,
his cock stood straight up like a twenty centimeter flagpole.

�Sweetheart?� she murmured,
�have you ever considered shaving �down there?��

�Got yer wand?� he croaked
breathlessly.

�Always� she smirked and began
the same depilating spell he had used on her that afternoon.

�Hermione,� he rasped,
�please?�

�Patience lover� she cooed and
straddled him, then reached down to remove his blindfold.

She sat on his midsection
still in her bra and stockings, her lace knickers were nowhere to be seen.

�Tomorrow while we�re out I�m
going to wear my stockings and suspenders with no knickers,� she said, her
voice silky, �anytime you want, during the day, you will be able to reach under
my skirt and touch me.�

He groaned at the mental
image.

�Can you feel how wet I am;�
she practically moaned, �how hot?�

�I�m going to bring you off
with just my mouth and my fingers Harry, and there�s nothing you can do to stop
me!�

�Turn around,� he whispered
hoarsely, �Let me do you as well . . . please?�

She spun around on his stomach
and then leaned forward to take his impressive todger into her mouth and
esophagus. �As she deep throated him she stroked the base of his cock and
kneaded his scrotum with her hands.�

As she was doing this her own
pudendum was achingly close to Harry�s mouth, but not quite touching, he
groaned in frustration.

�Fuck!� he cried and the bonds
on his hands loosened completely.� He used his newly won freedom to prop his
head up on a pillow; he then grasped her hips and slid her back so that he could
place the tip of his tongue into her sopping gash.�

She �hummmed� her approval and
that was almost enough to make him shoot off in her throat.

Minerva McGonagall�s lecture
came back to Harry as he probed her depths with his tongue, �transfiguration is
less about wand movement and incantation then it is about intent, see the
beetle while it�s still a button and you will be able to make it so!�

He imagined his tongue, long
and warm and firm and wet, penetrating his lover�s depths.

�

Fact: the average tongue can
extend beyond the wide open mouth to a length of perhaps three centimeters
(slightly more than an inch), but with the proper application of intent-driven
magic Harry�s tongue was protruding fifteen centimeters from his lips, a
curling mass of self lubricating wriggling badge borer!

Hermione shrieked around his
cock as she was penetrated by his prehensile tongue and was barely able to pull
off as he pleasured her with his newfound lingual talent!

She began to rock back onto
his face, �oh Goddess, oh Morgana, oh Maeve, oh Haaarry!� she screamed
at the top of her lungs; then collapsed onto him.

He pulled his tongue from its
nesting place and concentrated on restoring it to its normal size.� When it was
just long enough to touch the tip of his nose he guessed it was alright.

Her head popped up as she
realized she�d just been fucked unconscious by his tongue!

�You cheated!� she shrieked as
she spun around to face him, bouncing on his abs, �I was supposed to be getting
you off!�

He placed his hands behind his
head and smirked �ah, but nothing gives me more pleasure than to give you
pleasure . . .�

She reached behind her and
grabbed his blue-steel boner and placed it at her entrance, then pushed back
onto it � hard!�

Harry groaned as their pubic bones
touched, Hermione sat there, apparently still as she mumbled what sounded like
an incantation.� Then she stared into Harry�s eyes and groaned �I�m gonna fuck
you and make you come so hard your balls are gonna pucker Potter!� then she closed
her eyes, face screwed up in concentration and intoned �vagina peristalsia!�

This caused the smooth muscles
of her sex to literally �swallow� Harry�s erection.� Her labia majora squeezed
first then the muscles that ringed her vagina began to squeeze Harry from the
base of his cock all the way to the tip.��

She leaned forward and murmured
�you like?� when he nodded frantically she said, �Then make some noise lover,
tell the world!�

�Jeee-ay-zuz Mione! That�s too
fuckin� hot, baby I�m gonna come so hard it�s gonna come outta your ears, oh
fuck yeah, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck FUUUUCK!� Here it comes baby,
here it comes, take it all baby, aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh!�

When they were both coherent
again Harry chuckled, �it�s a good thing we put up silencing wards!�

Hermione smirked, �who says I
didn�t take em� down?�

At Harry�s horrified
expression she said �It would serve em� right, don�t cha think?�

�Oh, you are and evil, evil
woman!�

�And I�m all yours, love� she
cooed, settling down to rest on his chest, her legs spread his unflagging
member still obscenely decently ensconced snugly within her moist, grasping
folds.

They slept until nearly
mid-morning when the duvet levitated over their still joined bodies.

�Your in-laws are up sir,
ma�am, it would be in good form for you to dress and join them.�

�Thank you Meacham� they both
said from under the duvet.

�Shower?� he asked.

�Carry me?� she pleaded.

He lifted her as he had before
and walk-carried her to the shower where they enjoyed a quick coupling and a
nice rinse.

�Good morning you two,�
Hermione said as they entered the small dining room, �sleep well?�

Emma looked dreamy, �better
than I have in years, thanks, that is one comfy bed.�

�Have to do something about
those springs though . . .� Hermione murmured, loud enough for her parents to
hear.

Dan did a spit-take in his
coffee and nearly choked as some went down the wrong pipe.

Emma pounded him on his back while
Meacham magically cleaned the coffee from the table.

When Hermione�s father could
get his breath back he mock-glared at her and asked �who is this evil
child?�

Both couples had a good laugh
over that.

�Oh Dad, I think it�s great
that you and Mum still love each other that way, I�ll bet you would have had a
house full of kids by now if, well . . .�

Emma forced a pained smile,
�well, we can wait a few years and then we�ll have grandchildren to spoil.�

Harry looked thoughtful for a
moment, �um, would you be averse to trying a little, well, magic?�

�What do you mean, son?� Emma
asked.

�I�ll let Hermione tell you,
more coffee Dad?�

Mr. Granger took the hint and
joined Harry in the kitchen.�

Over a fresh pot of coffee
Harry explained about Rowena�s healing jewel, how it could heal and restore
internal injuries.� How the jewel had actually corrected his vision.� He
assumed, correctly, that Hermione was explaining the same thing to her Mum.

�We�ll think about it� the
Grangers both agreed when the men returned to the dining room.

�Son, how would you like your
first driving lesson?� Dan asked.

�Really?�

�Do you have helmets?�

�Um, I don�t know.�

�Not to worry, if needs be we
can pick some up on the way out of town.�

The men went into the carriage
house where there were indeed two matching helmets on a shelf, as well as two
self-sizing leather jackets.

Under the shelf were two pairs
of boots made from exotic leather.

�Looks like snakeskin� Dan
commented.

�Dragon hide� Harry observed.

�Are you sure?�

Harry thought back to Norbert,
then the Hugarian Horntail he�d faced in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and
shrugged, �pretty sure.�

�We�ll ride pillion at first,
to give you a feel for it.�

Meacham opened the carriage
house doors that emptied into the alley as Dan, with Harry on the back, rumbled
smoothly into traffic. �Emma and Hermione followed in the family�s Mercedes.�
They navigated the roundabout and headed north out of the city.� Taking the
A1000 out of the city, they passed through Potter�s Bar and Brookman�s Park,
where they headed further north on B158, a relatively un-traveled secondary
road.� Ten clicks out of town Dan pulled over to the side, Emma parked behind
them.

The two men spent about a half
hour going over clutch, gearshift, brakes, rules of the road and some good
motorcycle common sense.

�Your turn� Dan said, tossing
Harry the keys.

Harry took to the Triumph
Trident as easily as he had taken to his first broom; it was in fact the
closest sensation one could get to riding a broom without leaving the ground.�
He rode singly, then pillion with Dan, then Emma, then finally Hermione, who
hugged him tightly as he motored down the road.� They merged with A414 and
headed west to Hertford, where Dan and Emma had their home and practice.�

The two couples enjoyed an
early lunch, after which Harry and Hermione said their goodbyes and headed back
to Grimauld Place on the Triumph.

�Faster,� she screamed through
the helmet�s faceplate, �go faster!�

Harry grinned and downshifted
before applying more throttle, which brought the midnight blue bike to well
over 100 km/h in just under a second.� They both thrilled to the speed; as did
the traffic cop on A414.

�Shite!� he said, �Hang on
Hermione!�

He reached into his jacket and
pulled out his wand, then rocketed around the bend to B158.� As soon as the
police car was gone from his rear-view mirror Harry disillusioned both himself
and Hermione, then the bike.� He let go the throttle and pulled over.

Within a few seconds the
police car went screaming by as the two Bobbies within looked all around for
the missing motorcycle.

�Whew,� Harry said, �that was
too close.�

�Harry,� Hermione asked,
�didn�t you say before that this bike could fly?�

�Um, yeah, but I don�t know
how.�

�Well, how does a broom fly?�

�Oh that�s easy, you just
think �up!� and next thing you know, you�re flying.�

�Well, why not give it a go?�

Harry looked skeptical but
decided, �why not?�

They pulled back onto the road
where Harry leaned slightly forward as he would if he were on a broomstick and
urged the Triumph into the air.

�Higher� Hermione screamed,
�go higher!�

Harry grinned again and urged
the bike to greater heights.

�Look at that!� Hermione
squealed, pointing at the Bobbies below, they had evidently set up a road block
intending to catch the motorcycle miscreants.� They shared a laugh over that as
Harry followed the roads home.� Near Grimauld Place he set the big bike down, de-disillusioned
it and himself and Hermione, then motored into the alley with his fianc�
plastered to him like a second skin.� Meacham was in the alley holding the
carriage house doors open.

Neither Harry nor Hermione nor
Meacham noticed the watchful black amorphous shape perfectly camouflaged in the
shadows.

They settled into the library,
their favorite room in the house where Meacham brought them tea.

�I need to see Judge Vance tomorrow;
and Minister Scrimgeour sometime this week,� Harry said.

�You really are going to need
a social secretary Harry� Hermione said.� Then she noticed him frowning �what
is it?�

�I was thinking about something,
several somethings actually� he answered, �I�ve lived my life since my first
year at Hogwart�s just knowing that I was going to have to face Riddle, I never
actually expected to survive that, y�know?�

She nodded her head sadly.

�Now I�m free of him, and I�d
like to maybe go somewhere and celebrate that freedom.�

�Well, we seem to have an
island in the Caribbean and a mountain home in Canada.� Would you rather have warm tropical breezes or cozy up in front of a fire?�

�Let�s just get through this
week first, okay?�

He started looking around for
the book he had been reading and she said, �On the table next to the big comfy
couch.�

�How did you do that?�

�Dunno, I just guessed you
were looking for your book.�

He gathered her up in a gentle
embrace �already acting like old married folks; I love it, and I love you most
of all, Mrs. Potter.�

They settled onto the BCC
(�Big Comfy Couch�) this time with Hermione sitting upright, balancing her book
on the arm of the couch as Harry lay with his head in her lap.� She ran her
fingers through his unruly hair when she didn�t need them to turn a page.� He
was soon fast asleep.

Harry walked into a familiar
looking alleyway where he saw a small girl, perhaps ten or eleven years old
crouched on the ground.� She was dressed in a primary school uniform and had an
incredibly frizzy mop of brown hair.� She was facing the wall and sobbing into
her arms.

�Hello little one, are you
lost?�

�Y-yes, and I�m all alone, and
I�m tired and I�m hungry!� she cried.

�Do you live around here?�

�I don�t know� her shoulders shook,
�I don�t think so.�

�What�s your name little one?�

�I don�t know that either, I
used to have a name but someone stole it!�

Harry chuckled, �how can
someone steal your name?�

�I dunno, but she did, and I
want it back.�

�Will you come with me, maybe
we can find a policeman and he can find your name� he suggested.

The little girl nodded her
head and began to rise to her feet, as she did she grew from a little girl to a
teen to a young woman, when she turned to face him it was an emaciated Hermione
Granger, her skin parchment white, with dark circles ringing her protruding
eyes.

�Please� she croaked, �I
haven�t much time, Harry, please help me!�

Her face became skull-like as
a black shroud began to cover her features and she became the dementor that had
been stalking them.

�HERMIONE; NOOOOOOO!�

Harry sat up on the couch,
breathing raggedly, relieved to see Hermione sitting there, wide eyed; she�d
apparently been crying.

He leaned toward her to hold
her, to reassure her, to remind himself that she was really there only to stop
in shock as she scuttled away from him.

�Mione?� he asked, frightened
by her reaction, �Mione, it�s alright, it was a dream . . .�

He looked down at his still
shaking hands.

�. . . a nightmare!�

�Cliodna commands me, my love,
and I must obey� she said, tears flowing down her face.

�Hermione?�

She shook her head.

�What do you mean no?� he
asked, frightened for her.

�No� she sobbed, �not
Hermione!�

�Of course you're Hermione�
Harry insisted.

�Are you sure; are you really?�
she cried.

�You know I am!� he said,
starting to get angry.

�No� she sniffed, �no you're not.�

She gazed into his eyes, his
beautiful green eyes and removed the engagement ring from her finger.

�I can�t accept this Harry;
I�m not who you think I am.�

�Hermione please!� he was
really getting angry now �don�t do this, you�re scaring me!�

�I told you Harry, not
Hermione.�

She bowed her head.

�Hermione is gone.�

She extended her hand, the
engagement ring in her thumb and forefinger, offering it to Harry.

�I�m Myrtle.�

Harry�s shoulders drooped; he
accepted the ring, then took her left hand and placed it back on her third
finger.� His haunted green eyes looked up into her unbelieving dark brown ones.

�I know.�
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