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The Soul Mate Law	By : CeliaEquus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 25497 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“A Month Later”

Never did Crookshanks think that this would happen to him. He wasn’t supposed to be human, after all! Yet he would do anything to help his mistress… soon to be his wife.

If Sirius Black had been around he would have asked him to be best man. As it was he opted for Ronald Weasley, since Harry Potter was going to give Hermione away. It was just as well that her parents had never forgiven her for modifying their memories. How could she tell them that she was engaged to her cat?

“Calm down, mate,” Ron said. “You’re marrying Hermione, not Millicent Bulstrode.” He made a face.

“Had she no redeeming qualities she would not have been chosen for you,” Crookshanks replied. “Nor would she be so caring towards her cat. We cats… oh. Uh, cats are very perceptive when it comes to judging humans.”

“You were a half-kneazle, may I remind you,” he said, crossing his arms. “You got an unfair advantage.”

“She looks well in that outfit,” he replied. “Picture her in a bridal gown.”

Ron screwed his face up again and looked away from his fiancé, who was glaring at him from the front row. She did indeed look pretty in her green dress-suit. “Yeah, well…”

The march began, and everyone swivelled around to look at the bride. The breath caught in the groom’s throat.

“She’s…” he began, but his voice trailed off.

Hermione’s long brown hair had spilled down her back and over her shoulders. Unfortunately the veil covered her face, but that would be remedied. The dress had short sleeves and flowers embroidered on the neckline. Layered white satin formed the skirt, short enough to show the matching low-heeled shoes but ending below the knees. Crookshanks raised his eyes and saw the light catch on a necklace with a heart-shaped crystal pendant, his wedding present to her.

Finally she stood in front of him. Harry returned to his seat near Millicent and gazed up at Ginny, Hermione’s bridesmaid. Crookshanks swallowed as he looked down at his former mistress.

“Hello,” she whispered.

“Hello,” he replied, equally quiet.

“This is it.”

“It is.”

Neither looked away as the Ministry celebrant began the service. They held hands, Hermione’s encased in lacy gloves.

“Christopher Crookshanks, do you take Hermione Jean Granger to be your magically bonded wife?”

“I do.” Despite his new name, nobody actually called him ‘Christopher’, except for those who never knew about Hermione’s cat.

“Hermione Jean Granger, do you take Christopher Crookshanks to be your magically bonded husband?”

“I do.” She gulped, her lower lip trembling.

“You are both aware of the finality of this binding. You must enter into it with full knowledge and intent, prepared to be bound by your souls for the rest of your lives and beyond. Do you accept this?”

“We do,” Crookshanks said. He watched Hermione, who nodded.

“We do,” she said. He squeezed her hands comfortingly, and she smiled.

I’m marrying my best friend, she thought. Could it really be better than this?

It seemed like only seconds passed, not minutes, before the last line.

“You must now seal the Bond with a kiss.”

Crookshanks, as cool as ever, lifted Hermione’s veil. He froze when he saw her face close-up, a light dusting of powder on her cheeks and nose, a little blush, and soft pink lipstick. Her eyelashes had been darkened with mascara and he could see light pink eye-shadow behind the lashes. Realising that he probably looked like an idiot just standing there he threw the veil over the back of her head. She took a step closer to him, and he placed a hand behind her neck.

Slowly, so slowly, he lowered his lips to hers. He felt her sharp intake of breath and used his other hand to pull her body against his. Her hands went to his shoulders as she leaned into the kiss. Not used to such things, however, he pulled back. She opened her eyes – when had they closed? – and then blushed. Holding hands, they turned to look at the assembly. There was uncertain but polite applause.

“Thank the gods,” Hermione whispered. The celebrant moved next to them.

“I present you with Mr. and Mrs. Crookshanks!” he shouted.

That led to far more enthusiastic clapping.

“Good thing we learned how to dance,” Hermione said, methodically unpacking her suitcase. They were staying in a motel in Hampshire for a few nights, and then going further north.

“Yes.”

“I would have hated to fall in front of everyone.”

“Quite.”

“Especially with so many reporters there.”

“I agree.”

“At least Ron and Millicent looked happy.”

“They d…”

“Crookshanks, what are we doing?” she exclaimed, dropping the blouse she had been holding in shaky hands. “There’s this huge elephant in the room…”

“Where?” he asked, frowning as he looked around.

“It’s an expression,” she said, and she ran her hands through her hair. “What did we do to deserve this? I mean, you were happy as a… as a non-human, and I didn’t want to get married so young, and especially not because of a law!”

“Hermione…”

“And we have to have children, and I’ve never done this before, and I’m so scared…” She was shivering and crying, and Crookshanks pulled her into his arms.

“Hermione,” he repeated. “Hermione, you’re my mistress and my wife.”

“Not many women can say that,” she said, half-smiling.

“That’s more like it,” he said, wiping away her tears as she sniffed. “I will finish unpacking. You go and wash… or shower… Whatever it is you feel you must do. Then when you come out we will… go from there. Does that sound agreeable?”

She sniffled. “Best advice I’ve heard in weeks.”

“Good. Go on.” He steered her into the en suite and then used the few spells he had learned from Hermione to put away all their things.

Once he had finished, he pulled back the covers on the bed and walked to the window. How would Hermione react in a situation like this? She had never been a hormonal teenager, far too concerned about her studies, unlike her dorm-mates.

“Ehem.”

Crookshanks resisted the urge to turn around. “Did you wish to climb into bed first?” he asked politely.

“Um, yes. Okay.” There was a rustle. “Y-you can turn around now.”

He coughed and then moved. His usually passive expression faltered once again as he gazed at his wife. Someone had given her a negligee – she had told him on the way here – but clearly she had decided to forego that for their first time. The covers were pulled up over her chest; nevertheless, he could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything. She had also removed the makeup, most likely with magic.

“W…” He cleared his throat again. “Would you like to close your eyes while I…?”

She nodded frantically and screwed her eyes shut. For extra measure she rolled onto her side away from him. He sighed and began to undress.

Less than a minute later Hermione rocked slightly when the bed dipped. She took a deep breath and then rolled to face him. She squeaked when she saw that he hadn’t yet pulled the blankets over his body, and blushed furiously. He slid closer and took hold of the material. She stared up at his face as he gradually revealed her body.

“This is all very foreign to me,” he murmured. “You may have to help me. Cats only mate in one way.”

“Have you ever…”

“Yes, but years before I met you.” He stroked her cheek and caught a solitary tear. “It is instinctual for u… them. Let me know if I do something wrong.”

“Crookshanks… uh, Christopher?”

“Whichever makes you feel more relaxed.”

“Crookshanks,” she said, and she half-smiled, “you know better than anyone that I have no experience. At least my mother told me the facts of life before I turned sixteen. Do you remember? You were there.”

“I could never tell who was more uncomfortable with that conversation,” he said, and they both laughed softly.

Then he surprised her with a kiss.

Hermione moaned softly as she parted her lips. At least she had experience here, even if she was a virgin in everything else. She cupped his face in her hands and led him. Soon it was no longer a matter of two mouths crushing each other, nor two tongues just touching; it was all-consuming, devouring more oxygen than they could do without. But neither could bring themselves to pull away. This was the single most important moment in their lives so far, and they never wanted it to end.

It took Hermione almost passing out for them to separate.

“Oh gods,” she hissed, and she touched her sore lips. “Merlin, Crookshanks. I’ve never… that was more intense than I’ve ever… that was… Wow.” She sank back against the pillows, now completely forgetting her state of undress. Crookshanks never looked away from his flushed wife, both of them panting. As they got their breathing under control he touched her bare stomach. She jumped.

“You’re so soft,” he said, stroking the skin. Having no experience with the human female anatomy he had no particular destination in mind as he ran his hands up and down, marvelling over the smooth and silken texture. Then one finger brushed over a nipple and she gasped loudly. Crookshanks drew back.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, frowning.

“N-no! Gods, no. Q-quite the opposite.”

“Is that so?” he said. She missed the wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Yes. Could you… try that again?”

The instinct to obey his mistress was still there, but he went one further: he touched both breasts. Hermione gasped again, and then arched into his hands. A gentle squeeze made her hips buck.

“How interesting,” he said, noticing that her blush was spreading. “I suppose that these,” he stroked her nipples, “are where our young will suckle.”

“Mmm.” The way he said ‘suckle’ was making her head spin, not to mention his equally-dizzying touch. “That’s right.” Her excitement grew when he began to play with them. She bucked again when he closed his mouth over her right tip. He chuckled and purred as he sucked, and she cried out.

“You wish me to stop?” he asked.

“Crooks,” she said, “please take me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m ready.”

He frowned at her evasive answer but moved into place between her legs. This went against his few remaining feline instincts urging him to take his mate from behind; but Ron and Harry had assured him that this was the done thing (although he suspected that neither boy had much experience, if any). He pushed her legs further apart and moved closer. She held still as he placed one hand by her side and used his other to line himself up, hard from the brief but intense foreplay.

“I believe your mother said that this might hurt,” he said. “For that I am sorry. I would never wish to hurt you, Hermione, unless it was for your protection.”

She stroked his hair. “I know. I trust you.”

He took a deep breath and pushed forward. Hermione grabbed his upper arms as she winced, and he stopped.

“Did you bring a Pain Potion?”

“No,” she said. “Didn’t even think of it. Crookshanks, just go. As soon as the initial pain is over, I’ll be okay.” I hope, she thought.

“Very well.” Without giving her time to think about it, he pushed on through. She hissed at the pinch she felt down below, but it wasn’t too bad. Crookshanks groaned as he sank in all the way, settling there with his pelvis pressed tightly against hers. Her eyes widened and she immediately moved her hands to his back.

“Move,” she begged. He stayed put. “Crooks? Out, and then in.”

“I know. Just give me a moment,” he said, eyes shut tight. Hermione used that time to examine the sensations.

She had never had anything inside her before, not there. It was actually quite… pleasant. In fact more than pleasant. Thanks to his earlier caresses she was already wet, even though he’d only touched her breasts with his hands and mouth. One of the few things that remained of his former body was the harshness of his tongue. It was covered with sharp spikes just like a cat, and this had created extraordinary feelings when brushed against her skin, even her tongue. Now she felt ultra-sensitive. The pain was almost entirely gone. He was even nudging something at the end of her passage that made her body shiver.

He pulled almost all the way out of her, and then plunged back in to the hilt, taking her by surprise. She shrieked and clutched at his body, pressing him flush against her. He wrapped his arms around her as he continued to thrust.

“Oh, Crookshanks!” she said, voice husky from all the gasps she kept emitting. “Gods, I n-never anticipated th-this.” He entered at a different angle, rubbing against her clitoris, and she knew that she was getting close. “I-it feels… Ah!” She grimaced at the pain in her shoulder. He had bitten down on her skin – hard – and was holding on. He growled deeply; the vibrations went right through her entire body, and she bucked once more as she came three thrusts later. She mewled, winding her legs around his waist as he pounded in. He followed not long after, his jaw still attached to her, and she shuddered as she felt his release pour into her womb. If she thought she was full before, it was nothing compared to now.

Neither moved for ages, preferring to hold onto each other as they thought about what they had just done. Once he rolled off her body, however, he winced in shame at the purple and red mark on her skin.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“For what?” she asked, still dazed and tingling from her first orgasm.

“For biting you.”

“Oh. Why did you bite me?”

“It’s…” He looked almost sheepish. “It is something that tomcats do when they are mating. Only, of course, they… mate from the back.”

“Oh.” She chewed on her bottom lip, gazing at him thoughtfully. “Maybe we can do that… soon. Not right now.”

“Hermione, we don’t have to…”

“I want to. I want to make you happy. You’re my… husband now.”

He stroked her sweaty hair away from her face. “We will discuss this later. You are tired, and must rest.”

“I…” She yawned. “Sorry. I have to fall pregnant.”

“With my litter.” He shook his head fiercely. “I apologise, too. I meant my kit… children.” He sighed. “I will get it right one of these days.”

“I know you will.” Then she yawned again, and curled up. “I really am tired…”

“Go to sleep. Good night, Hermione.”

“Good night, Crookshanks.”

A/N: End of chapter two! As I said in the author note of chapter one, this will be the only lemon in the fic, unless otherwise requested. In which case hurry, make a compelling case, and it’ll end up in chapter three… the next post.

So! I hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter, my dear readers.
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