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Necessary Sacrifices	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 31254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Potter!� Psst Potter!��

Harry turned.� Draco Malfoy
was trying to get his attention in herbology.�� Ron turned and gave him a death glare.�

He felt something tug at his
trouser bottom and jerked upright. The thing was moving up the side of his
pants leg.�

It felt like a finger.�

He almost jumped up and looked under the long desk he and Ron shared.� The sensation had reached his knee and was
moving up the top of his thigh.�

He peered down surreptitiously.�

A little white enchanted snake of
parchment was crawling up his thigh.�

He snatched it up as subtly as he
could and it unfurled in his hand. �Slipping
it up and between his seedbed and his body, he could read it.�

It said �You want to know the truth about what happened to Granger?, meet me after class. ROR.� Dumbledore finds us � you�ll never know.��

When his eyes reached the full stop of the last sentence the note suddenly
combusted silently with a sharp blue flash and was gone.�

That was a neat trick.� He thought he�d
have to find out how that was done � it would be really useful.��

He snuck another look back at Malfoy.�
The creep shot him a serious challenging look.� Ron was nudging him asking what was
wrong.� He shook his head absently.�

The ferret knew what had happened
to Hermione.� He�d always known the prick
was a death eater like his father.�

He should go to Dumbledore and expose him.. but he worried if it was true.� Did Malfoy know what was happening to Hermione?�

Snape hadn�t come back yet as far as he knew.�
He was going to go down there after class to check.� But even if he was here (and Harry hoped he
was) � Snape wouldn�t tell him what had happened to Hermione.� Dumbledore clearly wouldn�t either since if Snape
knew anything, Dumbledore probably did.��
The headmaster didn�t miss much.�

If he didn�t go meet Draco, he might never find out what was going on with the
girl he loved.��

Class dragged on.� It was endless and pointless and mind
numbing.� Repotting stupid little seedlings.
Neville was going daft about it and gushing over some amazing property of the
seedlings or the other.� Harry gave him
an encouraging smile which was entirely surface.� He hadn�t even heard what he�d said.� He didn�t care in the slightest.�

He was almost floating out of his seat toward the imminent bell of last
class.�

Finally � it redeemed him and he packed his things up at record speed and whizzed
out of the room, ignoring Ron�s shout of indignant protest.��

He didn�t even know how he got up
to the room of requirement but he was suddenly standing before the door
thinking I need wherever Malfoy wants to take me in here today.� Over and over.�

As soon as the door appeared he was in like a shot.��

The room was extremely basic.� It held a black comfortable chair and a
portable pensieve.�

Harry swallowed. Malfoy wasn�t going to just tell him about whatever had
happened, apparently.��

He felt his stomach turn over.� He wasn�t
sure he could see Hermione being hurt.� Snape
had looked bloody ill at the memories
he had.� Wouldn�t even be pressed on what
they were.�

If Malfoy brought him here to show him Mione�s
death... or.. or..��

He jumped up guiltily as the door
behind him opened.�

A blond head peered in shiftily and
seeing only him, shrugged itself through the gap nimbly.�

�Potter.� Malfoy
acknowledged.�

�Ferret.�� He shot back, staring the blond prat down.�

�Potter.� I�m offended!�� I take it you don�t want to know what I�m here to show you?�� he turned and made
as if to leave.�

He did so very slowly.�

Harry felt suspicion creep over him.�

�You�re here at his orders aren�t you, Malfoy.�

You really did it.� You�re one of
them!� You can�t leave because he told you to show me something and if you don�t
you�ll be in deep shit!� Isn�t that
right?!��

The familiar face he�d hated for
six years turned and fixed him with an glare of loathing.

�I was asked by my father.. to give you something from the Dark
Lord. �Yeah.�

So in a sense � yeah I�m doing this on his orders.� My father will be pissed off with me if I don�t
do this.��

Well fucking done.� You called my bluff �
now take it!��

He withdrew from his pocket an object and restored it to its correct size.� It was a box wrapped in silver paper with an
emerald green bow.�

Harry almost drew back from it.� There
was going to be something horrible in there.�
He could feel it.��

Draco took two furious steps toward
him and shoved the package in his hands.�
�Hurry up.� The old goat could
come in and stop us at any second.� Open
it.�� I have no idea what�s in it.� He just said to tell you it was the �truth�.��

Harry nodded blearily, wide eyed,
his fingers already tugging at the bow.�

The package unwrapped itself in his hands upon the first tug and he was left
looking at a series of little vials with silvery snot in the bottom.�

�Memories Potter � you know how to use a pensieve,
I hope?!��

Harry ignored him completely.� The vials were labelled with numbers.� He pulled out number 1 � rolling it in his
fingers thoughtfully.� Moments later, in
the same daze that he�d pulled himself up here in � he
watched himself tip the silvery memory into the pensieve
and dip in a finger, falling away into the depths immediately.��

He jumped.�

Voldemort.� Half a metre away from him.�

Snape was on his knees before him and they were pressing their wands
together.�� He heard the oath with
astonishment and the resulting non snapping of his
enemy�s wand.��

It had to be a trick.�

He was tossed out of the memory
almost immediately.�� He frowned,
baffled.� That had been very short!�

Impatiently he wrenched open 2 and dove in.�

Hermione!!� Sitting in the headmaster�s
office.� When was this and why
would Voldemort force her to give it to him?!�

He drew closer, noticing that Mione looked pretty tense.� She was sitting up straight.� She refused tea and seemed
uncomfortable.�

He hovered beside her wanting to touch her just as he
heard the headmaster say behind him that he wanted to have her abducted by Voldemort.��

The words were like an axe to his gut.�
He could not help but turn to his mentor in disbelief.�

The same look was mirrored on Hermione�s face.��

He listened with increasing horror and then, with Mione white in shock, he
watched Professor Dumbledore grab Hermione�s wrist and apparate
them both away.�

He was tossed out of the memory at
that point.� He clutched his stomach and groaned.� He was going to be sick.�

Professor Dumbledore wouldn�t do that.. it was a trick!�

It was all lies to make him feel exactly what he was feeling � utter dejected
loss of confidence in everything around him.�

�What was it?� Malfoy demanded.

�No.. forget i asked.� Hurry
up.� You might not have time to see them
all if you faff about like this.!��

Harry nodded blindly and scrabbled
for the third vial, tossing it in and falling in after it.��

He fell to his knees in the memory as soon as he saw what was happening.� A sinister Dumbledore was looming over Hermione,
on her back on the floor..screaming.. She was clenched
in a tight foetal position as if she was being tortured.�� The headmaster was holding his wand on her and demanding she take off the necklace and she
was just screaming.��

He would take whatever curse he was using off her and ask her again and then do
whatever he was doing again when she didn�t comply.�

It was..beyond
horrible.�

It had to be Voldemort.� The memory had
to be doctored.� Dumbledore wouldn�t DO
this!!�

The memory ended and the next one
was already in his hands going into the dish.��

Now Hermione was in the same room, on the floor crying helplessly and looking
terrified.� A blue bubble around her was
getting smaller and she looked up at it fearfully as she reached for the clasp
of her necklace.� He saw her take it off
and then she looked up.�

The room was getting dark and Dumbledore�s face appeared in an ornate gold
mirror.�

The memory ended with the crack of apparition and the growing darkness around
her.� She looked like she was scared to
death.�

He held the last two vials in hands
that wouldn�t stop shaking.�

Peripherally he was aware of Malfoy�s fascinated
perusal of his state.��

Hermione could die in one of these
next two.� She seemed pretty damn scared
in the last one and it took quite a bit to faze her.��

Numb, he flicked the cap off both memories and dumped them in, taking a breath
and plunging in after.�

He sighed in relief when Hermione wasn�t immediately visible in the
memory.�

It was Snape and Voldemort again.
They were talking and Voldemort was getting angry.� Then Snape was suddenly suspended from
invisible ropes and Voldemort was demanding to know what memory he was talking
about.�

The response didn�t mean a lot to Harry but it sounded ominous.� The black room.��

Horrible things must go on in the black room.�

And then Voldemort was calming down even thought he still looked furious and he
dropped Snape to the ground and said �Severus.. You
are unlikely to believe me when I tell you this.. but whatever you remember.. did not
happen.� I do not have Hermione.� I certainly didn�t have her tortured in any
way yesterday.� I sent you to find out whether the order had
her.� I can only assume that they do.. judging by what you now hold to
be reality.��

Harry wondered at the level of
preparation this whole sequence of memories might have taken to fake.�

Were they created from nothing � imagination?�
Was that even possible?��

Voldemort went on� �I have been looking for the girl
since Draco informed me she had disappeared.�

The dementors have not seen her at Azkaban, I have
spent most of the day interrogating ministry stooges and aurors,
none of whom had any idea what I was talking about.. I
spoke with you the day before yesterday.. Severus.. I made a wand oath to you.�

He lifted his wand and summoned a portable pensieve,
drawing out a silvery filament of memory from his forehead and flicking it into
the basin.

Harry watched the hope and
confusion on Snapes face when he came back from the
memory and then Voldemort made another
wand oath to him about Hermione.�

The memory faded and shifted soon
after that.�

Voldemort was standing in a dim room in a circle.� Snape was a couple of metres behind him
looking shaken and Hermione..

Hermione was naked on the floor at Voldemort�s feet, clinging to his knees and
burying her face in his robes.�

At that moment the reptilian arse bent and picked her up like a tired child and
wrapped her around him, holding her carefully.�

Fuck.. holding her tenderly.

Mione wrapped her arms around the evil monster and he carried her out of
the room with Snape following.�

The scene flicked and Harry
realised that they must have apparated.�
They were in Voldemort�s chambers again.�

He hadn�t put her down but he was standing looking unsure about something.�

Hermione opened exhausted eyes and looked up at Voldemort curiously and then
closed her eyes again.� She looked like
she�d run a marathon.� Voldemort turned
his creepy face toward Mione and inspected her state solicitously.�

Then he sighed!�

Sighed!� Looking
displeased.�

He spoke to Snape softly, as if not to disturb the naked seemingly dozing
exhausted seventeen year old in his arms

�Severus...I must rest.� Hermione will come with me.� You...may join us... or you may rest in my
study.� ...you may also return to Hogwarts
if you desire.. I will not force you to remain.��

Snape stepped closer and seemed to
be inspecting Hermione�s face with concern.�
He brushed the back of a finger down her cheek and responded �I..would like to join you..my Lord...
if I may.� I will return to Hogwarts only
if you ask it of me�

Then Voldemort sighed and muttered �I hope I shall not have to� and walked
through an archway in the wall into..a bedroom.�

Harry felt sick.�

More than sick.�
He was going to watch his enemy rape her now.� Exhausted as she was.�

Why was she so tired?!� What had been
happening in that black room when she�d been clinging to the bastards legs as
if he were a rock in the ocean.�

Harry was confused.� Something was
missing here.�

How did she get from the place where she was terrified in the shrinking blue
bubble to the place where she was clinging to Voldemort for comfort.�

It was insane.�

The other place..
Dumbledore had apparently tortured her there.. if it was him at all.�
Harry was drawn back to the two figures in the room.�

Hermione raised her head again from the black robed shoulder and struggled
weakly �saying she wanted to wash and then in response, Voldemort turned and
carried her into the bathroom, running her a bath.�

He sat, still holding her, on the edge of the tub and stroked her hair
soothingly.�

It was otherworldly.� This couldn�t
possibly be real.� Whoever had
constructed these memories had to be some kind of artist of horror.� A wizarding Stephen king.� ��

The memory ended with Voldemort
still rocking Mione gently on his lap and stroking her hair.�

Harry sat..
feeling like he�d been struck by lightning or hit by a
bus.� What was he supposed to do now?

If it was false � what had really happened to Mione?!�

If it was true � how the hell was he supposed to go on as if nothing had
happened?!� And if he didn�t � where
could he go?!

If Dumbledore had done all that then the Order couldn�t be trusted!� And for all that he�d seen � there was
nothing to suggest that Voldemort wouldn�t kill him as soon as look at
him.�

What the fuck was he supposed to do
with this knowledge if it was true?!�

Draco broke into his internal
worries with a spat �Potter!� and his eyes wandered to the spoilt angular face.

�What did you see?� he demanded.�

Harry only shook his head in confusion.�
�I..� I dont know� he said truthfully.

�Did Voldemort take Hermione when
she disappeared?�� he
asked, knowing he wouldn�t trust anything the boy said anyway.

Draco frowned. �Why
would I know?!��

Harry rolled his eyes.� �He mentioned you in the memory��

The blonde immediately bristled defensively.�
He couldn�t know how much Harry had seen.�

�I don�t know� he bit out
finally.� �He just told me to listen for
anything related to her��

Harry nodded not really sure if
that meant anything either way.�

Draco looked pissed off.�

�Well if you�re not going to tell me what you saw.. I�m
off.�� If you tell Dumbledore
about this... ��
he petered out.�

Suddenly thinking of something, he continued.

�If you tell Dumbledore then I�ll never be able to get you any more little
packages like that one.� Whatever it is
that�s got your knickers in a twist � you�ll never find out more. So just.. keep your big mouth shut.. clear?��

Harry looked at him unhappily.� �Yeah.� Alright.� But.. take a message to him from me Malfoy.��

Draco raised disbelieving
eyebrows.�

�Tell him to send me a memory from
today. From now.� Please.��

Draco nodded curtly, a sneer
distorting his features.� He didn�t look
that bad when he didn�t wear that
expression, Harry mused.�

A moment later he was gone.� �

Harry sat there for a long time thinking about what to do next.� He had nowhere to go.� Was he supposed to give up on destroying Voldemort
over this?!�

There was no way he could do that.� And Dumbledore
was his best hope of finding the horcruxs and
destroying them.��

After a long time he drew all the memories into vials and slipped them into his
pocket.� He took off quickly, moving at a
fast walk, headed for the one place in the school he knew that Dumbledore
couldn�t enter that he could.�

Severus groaned, leaning back on
the seat in the outer chamber of the dressing rooms.� He had been amused by this game of fashion
show for the first couple of hours but it seemed like Hermione could really shop when she wanted to �� to the death in
fact.�

They were in perhaps the seventh store now and she had vanished into the
changing room with two armfuls of clothes.�

Occasionally, when she wasn�t sure,
she would come out and ask him for an opinion.�

He thought she looked awful in any orange or pink shade and she wasn�t daring
enough with the cuts.� She could afford
to show more leg..lower the neckline more.. He was
going to transfigure all of these garments when they got back to make them more
revealing.

Was she going to run about in nothing but muggle clothing from now on?!� He was sure the Dark Lord would love that.�

As the door opened for the
hundredth time and the rather melancholic girl emerged wearing a black halter
top dress that hugged her figure and fell to mid thigh, he felt she was finally
getting to the more interesting clothing.�

�Yes.� We�ll have that.� Go and take it off� he said quickly.�

She hung about, looking upset.�

Oh damn. No..
he recognised the signs from young charges in Slytherin.� She was on the bloody brink of bursting into
tears.�

He pulled himself carefully to his feet, mindful of the Dark Lord�s warning and
shoved her into the changing room, following her in.�

It looked like half the store was in here.�
there were three piles on the bench.�

Hermione looked up at him and her
bottom lip wobbled.�

Fuck.�

He cursed soundly internally and before she could let the first bleated
exclamation of whatever was upsetting her fall, pulled her to his lips roughly
and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.�

After only a few seconds he felt her arms wrap around him and then it seemed
like she was trying to climb him like a tree.�

Wary but pleased he turned and
lowered himself to sit on the clothing laden bench.� She climbed into his lap immediately and he
felt her hands fumbling at his trouser fly.�
He was not fully hard yet but he was definitely getting there with the
way she was thrusting her tongue against his and rubbing herself on him.�

He slid the black dress up her
thighs and over her ass with both hands, his eyes
closed, feeling nothing but the warm desperate hunger of her mouth.� Seconds later she was sinking herself down
onto him.�

She wasn�t really wet enough but she seemed to need him inside her so badly
that she wriggled and forced herself over him anyway.�

He moaned.� He liked the feeling of a dry
pussy almost as much as a wet one..the slightly
burning friction.. The hiss of pain of the woman..on
occasion.� He thrust hard up into her and
she emitted exactly that startled wince.�

He started up a fast hard
rhythm.� Pulling her hips up and down
over him, fucking her like a toy.�

She got wet soon enough and then she started to whimper softly, nipping at his
jaw and rotating her hips like he had showed her.�

�Good girl� he thought.�

She clenched inside and he gave her full marks for retaining knowledge.�

He allowed her to control her
movement a bit more and slipped a hand up, pulling the halter up over her head
with one hand and dragging it down to expose her breasts.�

They bounced attractively as she rode him, panting.� He gripped one and squeezed it like he was
trying to juice it.�

She yelped and moaned and thrust herself down onto him harder.�

Yes.. she did like a bit of
pain.�

He was pleased.�� He abandoned her hips
entirely and used both hands to pinch her nipples hard, lifting and pulling
them upward.� It looked like she was
suspended from them as she struggled and bucked on him, her head tossed back
panting.�

�God.. more!..� she whined needily.��

He increased the pressure, thinking of how much he�d like to actually string
her up by those luscious breasts.. hang
weights on the delicate pink nipples.�

He�d have to be cautious.� His master
would almost certainly not like it if he ruined her.� But there were so many terrible wonderful
things he wanted to do to her.�

He drew his wand and transfigured
the plastic coathanger on the bench next to him into
a dildo gag with strap.�

�Open� he demanded, placing the black shaft at her lips, causing her to open
her eyes and look at him again.

She froze for a second upon him and he bucked slightly to force her to move
again.�

She did, gyrating her hips slowly, looking excited and
opened her mouth to accept the thick long shaft into her gullet.

�Good girl� he praised her and
forced it in roughly, fucking her mouth with it for a moment before he wrapped
the strap around and fastened it.�

She looked absolutely delicious
with her mouth stretched wide into an O around the dildo.� Her faint whimper of pleasure was muffled
beautifully.�

He smiled.�

�Silence suits you� he said coldly amused �and put his hands on her hips, moving her, as
he leaned down and mauled her breasts with his teeth.�

She moaned and the sound of it was like music.�
He crushed her tits with his hands and bit down upon one nipple after
the other hard enough to change her moan to a yelp of pain and pleading.�

Better..�

He fucked up into her, feeling her bounce upon him.� With his teeth fastened hard around her right
nipple� he returned his hands to her hips
and spreading her wide, forced her violently down upon him over and over until
she screamed through the dildo gag, coming apart around him.�

He followed as soon as he felt her fluttering and drove himself into her,
releasing deep inside her.�

It was the most satisfying fuck he�d had in.. he couldn�t remember.�
Well.. this morning
obviously.. but before that.. he
couldn�t think of another experience that matched fucking the shit out of the
know it all in a slutty little dress in the changing room of some muggle
store..

...hurting her..debasing
her.. knowing she was loving it.�

He let his head fall back against
the wall behind him, relaxing now and panting.�

Hermione looked a sight.� Her lips were full and pink around the black
shaft of the gag and her breasts looked like she had been attacked by an animal
of some kind.�

He decided to leave them like that.�

She was straddled over him with her arms still around his neck, looking at him
with an expression of relief and ..peace.�

He could sympathise.� Oftentimes he had
sought Lucius out to thoroughly fuck and degrade him
simply so that he could let go of some horrible incident he had had to face
earlier that night.�

She squirmed on him and he felt his
soft cock slide out of her wetly.�
Grimacing he used his wand to clean them both up.�

�Better?� he asked, he breath
slowly returning to normal.�

She nodded and he vanished the gag, watching with
amusement as she worked her jaw and licked her lips.� She looked a bit embarrassed.� He took that as his cue to depart.�

�Pack up what you want.� I�ve just about had enough of this
expedition.� Surely you possess enough
clothing now?!��

He knew that her pockets were full of tiny little bags.�

She nodded slowly. �Yes.� I do.�
I guess I was just using it as retail therapy.� If you�d done...that.. an hour
ago we probably would have been done earlier.��

He smirked.

�I�ll keep that in mind for the future��

They were out of the store in five
minutes.

It had been a tedious day for the Dark
Lord � although not unproductive.� Harry Potter
was duly unsettled and had actually dared
to demand another ..gift...�

He was not sure yet whether he would acquiesce.�
He needed to think about the ramifications of allowing the foolish
little twit to know any more about the present condition of the girl he desired..nay.. loved � as ridiculous as
the word was for a seventeen year old who undoubtedly barely knew the witch �
(considering he had no inkling of her interests and proclivities).�

He had just finished reviewing the
seven muggle scientists he had acquired over the course of the day and
night.� It was getting on for four am now and he apparated, tired, directly into his bedroom.

Finding it dark was no surprise.�

He undressed magically and glided over to the bed, slipping under the
covers.�

The bed was cold.�

Reaching a hand out he discovered that it was also completely empty.�

He lit the torches at once.�

He had not heard from Severus when they had returned.� Was it possible something had occurred while
they were out and he had not been aware?!�

Damn it. That girl was more trouble
than she was worth.�

He summoned Severus immediately,
suppressing the niggling kernel of concern in favour of anger.�

A bare minute later his servant apparated at the foot
of his bed wearing a black robe.� He
looked alert but his hair, laid flat on one side, showed that he had been
asleep until very recently. �

He had a dark purplish love bite on the V of chest exposed by the robe.�

The Dark Lord found this infuriated him even more.�

Severus, taking in his expression,
dropped to his knees.� This was not a
personal call, clearly.� �My Lord?� he� queried
politely.�

Lord Voldemort �demanded icily �Where is she?!��

His servants
eyes flicked up at him and back down. He watched the man�s adam�s apple bob uneasily.�

�My Lord.. you said earlier
that you wished a set of quarters found for ..Miss Granger.� She is sleeping in the empty quarters on the
third floor. �

Is this not what you desired?�
I...believed you would be displeased to return and find her in your
rooms.��

The Dark Lord forced himself not to
grit his teeth in irritation.�

Yes.� He had said that.� And objectively seen..
yes.� It was
better that the distracting little thing be elsewhere.� But it grated against him even so, he
found.�

It was pleasant to have her warm body there at his pleasure.��

�And where have you been sleeping
tonight, my servant?� he asked in a dangerously soft voice.�

Severus hesitated for long seconds.� Finally he said tonelessly.� �She expressed the wish that I remain.� Apparently she is afraid to be alone in the
dark at present for some reason.� I was
under the impression that I was to do as she asked.� She told me this morning that you had allowed
her to �play�..with me..however
she pleased.��

The slight grimace on the austere man�s face was noticeable.��

The Dark Lord narrowed his
eyes.�

�I am retracting that permission.� You
will not touch her again.� Return to your
own quarters Severus.� You will not seek
her out unless I instruct you to do so.�

Your.. liberties..with my patience are at an end.��

The sudden pained expression that flooded the dark eyes enraged the Dark Lord
still more.�

�Master.. please..I..did not realise..your wish to have her here.�
I thought only to do as you asked after my foolish error this
morning.� I remained because she has been..upset..much of the day..She..very nearly wept in the middle of a muggle store today.
She was..distressed again when I brought her back and
showed her the rooms that were to be hers..

I thought it best not to leave her in a state. �I did not know you wanted her here. Please, my
Lord..��

The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes
still further, his magic swirling around him angrily.� �Perhaps you did not hear me, Severus.� I ordered you to return to your quarters.. not mount a case.�

Leave.�

Now.�

Before I continue the punishment you so rightly deserved this morning.��

The potions master did not hesitate
a moment longer but disapparated with a crack.� In the still wake of his departure the Dark
Lord fumed, rising and summoning his own robe.�
Moments later he disapparated
also.�

The room he appeared in was only
vaguely familiar to him.� He had visited
this room once when the ambassador of the German Ministry of Magic had clandestinely
visited his domain.�

A dull man.�

He was forced to ignite the torches to a low red burn to make out the contours
of the furniture..

A frightened voice whispered from
the other side of the room. �Severus?� Is
that you?��

He raised the level of the torches
somewhat higher until there was a gasp and then the naked girl leapt out of bed
and pelted over to him, stopping short just in front of him as if uncertain.

Her face was agonised.� Half relieved and hopeful, half afraid.�

�..My Lord.�
She whispered, lowering her eyes.�

She was lowering herself to her knees when he stopped her with an arm on her
shoulder.� She darted a desperate
pleading look up at him

�I�m sorry.. whatever I did..
I�m so, so, sorry.� Please forgive me.� She begged pitifully.

He looked at her with disarrayed
thoughts.

He should send her back to bed and leave, prudence informed him.� It had been instructing him not to come at
all earlier.�

Yet here he found himself.� It was
unsatisfactory but there it was.� The
decision made he pulled her forward into his arms and apparated them both back
to his bedroom.�

She promptly burst into tears and flung herself at him thanking him profusely
and promising not to upset him again.�

He allowed her to carry on for a while, patting the silky skin of her back
absently.� What had she done to upset
him?� he could
not recall.� Either way, he was
tired.�

�Get into bed, Hermione� he ordered
wearily, suppressing a yawn with difficulty.�
She did not require telling twice.�
She was under the covers and waiting almost before he�d finished the
instruction.�

He disrobed himself again and climbed back into bed, extinguishing the torches
with a vague wave.�

It was still cold.�

He reached out and found the hot smooth curvy shape next to him and pulled her
close.�

She eagerly draped herself around him, warming him.. he felt a vague stirring but he was too tired to bother with
that at present, instead he pressed a light kiss to the top of her head nuzzled
in against his chest.�

Inhaling he breathed a pleased sigh.� She
had obviously bathed since this morning.�
Her hair smelled of apples again.�
He wrapped her more tightly against him and drifted to sleep.�

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