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Crash	By : Avoline_Malfoy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Seamus Views: 5498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Crash
- 2-Truth Revealed
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Hermione swept the room with her gaze. She was confused as to the contents of the room. One play pen, numerous child’s toys, a bottle here and there, a pack of baby wipes, and a box of diapers. She furrowed her brow, trying to figure out why her bachelor friend would need such things in his flat.

“Seamus,” she began.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice laced with fear and… shame, maybe. Why did he feel the need to be ashamed.

“Is there something you haven’t told anyone,” she inquired. She turned to face him, and was shocked to see him holding his head down. He looked so venerable in that moment, and she wanted nothing more than to pull him into a soothing hug.

“Yah, there is, ‘ermione,” he answered sadly. “‘ave a seat.” He helped her navigate the maze of toys to reach the couch. They both sat, and struggled to make eye contact with her normally proud friend. “Promise me you won’t walk away.” She reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“I won’t, Seamus,” she repeated. “Just talk to me. What’s going on?” He swallowed hard and closed his eyes.

“Lavender and I ‘ad a child during the winter before the Final Battle,” he started. “‘e’s beautiful, ‘ermione, if you could only see ‘im.” She smiled and squeezed his hand again.

“I’m sure he is,” she cooed.

“Mam took care of ‘im while Lav and I went back to ‘ogwarts,” he continued, his voice shaky. “We were hopin’ to get married and raise ‘im once we finished school.” He began to tremble, and she knew he was having hard time.

“But then Lavender was attacked by Greyback,” she finished. He nodded silently. “No one has seen her since.”

“I know,” he responded, his voice raspy and barely audible.

“It’s been five years, Seamus,” she pointed out. “Have her parents…” A strangled sound passed his lips.

“They just found out,” he confessed, “and they put in a petition to adopt ‘im.” His trembling worsened, and his lower lip began to quiver. “I can’t loose ‘im, ‘ermione. He’s all I’ve got left of ‘er.” She slid an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close, letting him cry on her shoulder.

“Just calm down, Seamus,” she soothed. “You won’t loose him. He’ll get to stay with you.”

“No, ‘e won’t,” he sobbed. “They ‘ave the ‘ideal stable home environment’ and all I ‘ave is just me and this tiny flat. He’ll go to them in a ‘eart beat.” She gently rocked him as he wept.

“It’ll be alright, Seamus,” she reassured. “Just tell me how I can help.” He sat up and met her gaze.

“‘ermione, I can’t,” he answered. “I can’t ask you to do this. You deserve to be able to continue with your career.” She shook her head.

“My career can wait,” she stated. “It’s honestly quite boring, and if I can help you out, then it’s better than being bored out of my mind each day.” He chuckled through the tears.

“How is it you can ‘ave an endless supply of kindness in ya,” he questioned. She smiled just a bit.

“It’s just my nature,” she murmured. “Seamus, what do I need to do to make sure you don’t loose your son?” He looked away quickly.

“Marry me,” he whispered, just barely loud enough for her to hear. She stared at him, stunned and afraid. “It’s the only way I’ll ‘ave a fightin’ chance.” His eyes met hers, and she could see the tears that he was fighting to hold back. “Please, ‘ermione, I’m beggin’ ya.” She stared for a moment longer before doing the only thing she could.

She slid her hand to the back of his neck and pressed her lips to his.

She wanted to feel him channel his hurt to her. She wanted him to let al the fear and frustration go. She wanted to feel his power within her.

He pulled away timidly. “‘ermione…”

“Just go with it, Seamus,” she breathed, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss. His hands gripped her shoulders and pushed her back.

“No,” he instructed firmly. “I ‘ave to know first.” Their gazes locked, and she could see how scared he was; scared that she would say no, scared that he would loose his child, and scared that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

“Yes,” she replied. “I’ll help you. I’ll marry you if it means you can keep your son.” His shoulders sagged in relief as his lips met hers. She returned the kiss with as much passion as she could muster. She had been waiting for this for years now. A part of her had always found Seamus attractive, and she had fantasized about him numerous times. Now was her chance to finally act upon those fantasies.

He growled before pushing her to lay on the couch. She yelped, but was soon moaning as his teeth barely nipped her neck. His mouth moved downward, towards the tops of her breast, which were just barely staying in the bodice of the strapless sundress. She felt his rough hand grasp the top of the sweetheart neckline.

“Seamus,” she managed, right before he ripped the dress down the middle. Her nipples stiffened as the cool air hit them. “You owe me a new dress.”

“Don’t worry too much about it,” he responded coolly in her ear. She shivered, her arousal growing as he took control. “I’ll be sure to repair it.”

“Please do, cause it’s my favor-” His mouth closed around a nipple, cutting her off mid sentence. She arched into that glorious heat, silently begging for more. Her breathing came in shallow burst as he lavished her breast with his tongue, while his hand teased the other. He was so much more skilled than she had previously thought.

“Bedroom,” he panted. “Now. Can’t wait.” He hauled her to her feet and lead her to his bedroom. Once there, he pinned her against the wall and ravished her body with kisses. He held her wrists above her head, and she felt her knickers dampen and her breathing shallow out even more.

Apparently, he noticed too.

“Ah believe,” he whispered seductively, “that you are enjoyin’ this far too much, ‘ermione.” She swallowed hard as he tightened his grip on her wrists. No one knew about her kinky streak, even Ron. Now, though, Seamus knew, and she wasn’t sure just how far he was willing to go.

“Seamus,” she whimpered. “Please, be gentle…”

“Ah won’t ‘urt you,” he soothed. “But ah getting’ some pretty kinky ideas.” She swallowed again. Oh, Merlin, she knew she should have said something to begin with. Her kinky streak wasn’t the only thing she was keeping secret.

“Seamus,” she stammered. “P-please… I’m a virgin…”
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