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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
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- 21-Ch 21
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- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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The hallway outside reminded her,
if anything, of the dungeons at the Dark Lord�s compound.

Except that where they were black , this one was
white.�

Doors stretched down the long hall on both sides.�
The floor, walls and ceiling were all uniform white.�

They reached the end of the corridor and turned the corner, ascending up a flight
of stairs to a door.�

Harry placed his hand on the door
and it flashed gold for a second.� �Great
minds think alike� thought Hermione.�

The door opened into another
corridor.� This one had lots of muggle
paintings on the walls.. Landscapes
mainly.�

Harry led her through endless broad carpeted corridors and finally to a wide
flight of stairs down into an expansive lobby.�
It reminded her a little of Malfoy manor.��

They descended the stairs and for the first time Hermione saw a window.� Two massive windows flanked the large
impressive double doors.� She could see
out to a green expanse of rolling hills and a bright blue sky.�

In the distance a black green forest prickled across one of the hills.� It was a very restive view. �

The sun was going down. �

And of course, there was absolutely no cover anywhere around for at least fifty
miles she estimated.�

There was no way that this manor corresponded with the little house she had portkeyed to with Draco and Ron.��

Harry was already leading her past
the windows and to the right, through another set of double doors into what seemed
to be a drawing room or sitting room of some kind.�

Mr Weasley sat at a couch halfway down the room and read the paper.� He looked up at them both and startled.�

�Harry!� I thought we all agreed...��

Harry waved him down
dismissively.� �I didn�t agree.� Hermione�s
fine.� She wouldn�t hurt a fly��

Hermione aimed a queasy smile at
the Weasley patriarch.�

There was the sound of a chair scraping against the polished wood floor and Hermione
turned to see Ron getting up from� a table by the window on the other
side of the room where he had obviously been having dinner.�

She wondered why he was eating alone.�

Ron walked over to them, his face
stormy.� �Wouldn�t hurt a fly, Harry?��

Hermione wanted to back away from
him but Harry�s hand tightened around her own painfully.� She looked down submissively and tried to will herself to turn invisible.�

�Ron.. � Harry
began�

Ron interrupted him.� �No, Harry.�
I don�t want to hear it.� She�s a
psycho.� Keeping her here is like keeping
a blast ended screwt as a
pet.� Eventually it�s going to turn on
you when your guard is down.��

Hermione quirked at the thought of her being the psychopath in the room.� God.. Harry had them
all completely fooled.��

In response to her thought Harry crushed the bones of her hand again.� She forced herself not to show any
discomfort.�

�Ron!� She was held by Voldemort for over a month.�
He said he would kill her and Ginny
if she didn�t go through with the initiation exactly as he wanted.� She tried to do what she had to do to save
both their lives.� �

Hermione blinked and was not at
all surprised at how easily the lie rolled off Harry�s tongue.�

Ron was gasping and spluttering about Ginny now and Mr Weasley had rushed over
and was questioning them furiously.� Hermione
gulped and continued looking at the floor.�

A flash of Ginny flicked through her mind and she tried to think of a pop song
she could think of before it could clear.�

The image flashed again.� Straddling a bound Ginny lying on her stomach and flicking her
sleeves up to find a dark mark.� Harry
flinched by her side and she finally came up with a song.�

�My my, at Waterloo Napoleon did
surrender..Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite
a similar way...The history book on the shelf ...Is always repeating
itself...Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war...Waterloo - promise to
love you for ever more...Waterloo - couldn�t escape
if I wanted to...Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you....Waterloo -
finally facing my waterloo��

She couldn�t remember the second verse so she just repeated the parts she knew
over and over while Harry talked to Ron and Mr Weasley.��

Eventually it seemed to be
over.� Harry squeezed her hand gently and
led her through the room to a door at the end and into the kitchen.� It was miraculously empty.� She gave thanks to any deities responsible
for empty rooms.��

But before she could breathe the sigh of relief laying
on her chest, Harry had dragged her to the side and pressed her up against the
pantry door.�

�What was that?!� Was Ginny a Death Eater?!� Why was she tied up?�� he demanded.�

Hermione looked at him fearfully.� She swallowed.� �Yes.�
She was. She was tied up so that I could check her for the dark mark
without her hexing me.�� I had no magic,
you know?�

She� continued� singing waterloo in her head while she talked
to him.�

Harry looked at her suspiciously.� �Its a good choice of song.�
I like the words. A lot better than nursery rhymes.��

She nodded gratefully.�

He fixed her with a slow
stare.� �This matter isn�t over.� We�ll talk more about Ginny another time, Hermione�
She nodded again unhappily.�

�Now.. Draco said you wouldn�t eat.� He seemed to think you were worried about
being drugged. ��

Harry waved his hand around the kitchen behind him.� �Well everything
can�t be poisoned, so make your own dinner with whatever you want if it makes
you feel better.��

She looked at him uncertainly and he gestured again in a go ahead manner.�

She raced to the tap and turned it
on and let it run, then stood staring at it trying to
persuade herself it was fine to drink from it.�
There was no way that the tap-water could be tainted.� She watched the water flow for minutes,
thirstily.�

Harry had wandered over and stood beside her watching incredulously.�

�You�re being ridiculous, Mione.�

You do know that, right?�

If I wanted to dose you with something I could imperio you to take it willingly
or I could simply hold you down and force you to swallow it.��

Hermione licked her lips.� She knew she was being silly.� She knew
it.� But she couldn�t quite suppress the
anxiety since moody had wanted to force veritaserum on her.�

Harry put his hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him �I won�t let him.�
I don�t need that.� You�ll tell me
everything eventually.� I can wait for
you to be ready.��

At that she cracked and leaned down, putting her mouth under the tap and
drinking from the stream of water urgently.�
�She sucked and swallowed for
minutes.�

Harry stood and watched her.

�God.. that shouldn�t be so sexy, should it.. You�re just drinking.��

He stepped back from her slightly
and turned away, walking to the fridge� �d�you fancy
pasta?� Roast beef sandwiches?� There�s some leftover chicken we could heat
up in the microwave.� We could have it
with popcorn?��

Hermione stopped drinking, surprised.�

�You have a microwave?�

Harry gestured over his shoulder
and she noticed the small white plastic and glass box on the shelf.

�You know how to operate a
microwave?� she questioned further.�

Harry looked at her like she was daft.�

�Of course I bloody do.� Who do you think cooked the meals in the Dursley house.�

I�ll give you a clue - It wasn�t my aunt.��

She felt a spike of guilt.� She had known that..
but she had never really internalised it.� She tended to lump Harry with all the other
pureblood wizards who couldn�t find their arse with a map and compass,
figuratively speaking, when faced with muggle appliances.�

She felt like only muggle-borns were..not of the wizarding world.. somehow.�

�Don�t worry about it� Harry
muttered from inside the fridge.�� She
felt even worse.��

She walked over to stand behind him and look into the fridge.� There were lots of things in there besides
leftovers.�

She wondered if Harry had bad memories of cooking and preferred not to.�

He turned around and looked at her, stepping against her and slinging his arms
around her loosely.�

�Nah.. just lazy� he smirked and leaned into her.

She hesitated and then put her arms around his neck loosely..
just to see how it felt.�

It was ok.�

When he wasn�t being terrifying..when he was being Harry she thought she could quite
happily be close to him.�

His eyes glinted at her and he leaned even closer, tilting his head and
brushing his lips against hers, tentatively.. coaxingly.� When he
pulled back to look at her, she did it to him..leaned
in, brushed her lips feather light across his. �He responded by flicking her top lip with the
tip of his tongue.

She flinched back slightly and then moved in again, pressing her lips more
firmly against his.

And then he was kissing her.

She opened to his probing tongue
and he snogged her to within
an inch of her life.� She felt herself
beginning to get hot and bothered.�

The moment was broken by a
cough.�

Hermione immediately tried to pull
away, but Harry held her tightly, one hand around her waist and the other on
the back of her head and kissed her for another half minute or so while she
cringed internally.�

When he let her go, he had that dark, cruel, satisfied look in his eyes.� His eyes flicked to whoever was in the room
and then back to her.�

�You need to learn to follow my lead, Mione.�
You stop when I do, not
before.��

He turned and stepped away toward whoever had walked into the room, although by
Harry�s actions she could almost guarantee it was Draco.�

She wrapped her arms around
herself and tried to think nothing, staring blankly into the fridge.� After a while, she pulled out eggs, bacon, cheese,
mushrooms and onions and closed the fridge, moving to the bench and laying out
the ingredients; opening cupboards looking for the rest of what she would need..�

She refused to turn around as she
heard Draco speaking low to Harry.� She
couldn�t quite make out what they were talking about and realised they had cast
a muffliato.��

By the time she was done making
two omelettes and had turned around, the two were seated at the table still
talking animatedly about something she couldn�t hear.� She passed them each a plate and a fork and
they both tucked in, barely sparing a nod in her direction as she turned away
and returned to the bench.�

Somehow she couldn�t be bothered preparing everything for another omelette so
she just cracked a couple of eggs and scrambled them, returning to the table
with her plate.�

Harry glanced at her meal, noting
how simple it was compared to what she had made for him and that dark approving
smile appeared on his face again.�

She looked back down to her plate and tried to think of waterloo.

She heard Draco drop his fork on
his plate and looked up.� He looked a bit
sick.� He was pushing the plate
away.�

She glanced at Harry quickly but he didn�t seem to be bothered.�

She hadn�t accidentally made something inedible then and the food probably
wasn�t poisoned with anything if Harry was still eating it.�

She looked back at Draco and found his eyes upon her.� He spoke and now she could hear him, he must
have cancelled the muffliato.�

�I take it back, Granger.� You aren�t like aunt Bella at all.� You remind me of my mother right now.�� ]

He pushed his chair away from the
table forcefully and stood, turning and stalking out of the room without saying
anything further.��

She looked to Harry, wondering whether he would be angry at her.� He was looking at the door through which Draco
had just exited.� He looked
thoughtful.�

He blinked and returned his attention to his omelette.� �This is good, Mione!�� Thanks.�
You didn�t have to give yours to Malfoy.�
Git didn�t even finish it.��

Harry shook his head in mild irritation.�
�Spoiled brat� he muttered.

After they had finished the meal
and Harry had cleaned up with magic, he led her from the room once more.� They wandered through the enormous manor
corridors till they came to a door in a row of doors and Harry stopped.�

�Uh.. I
don�t want you to get mad, but you�re going to stay with me in my rooms.� It�s safer that way.� Nobody else can pass my wards so they won�t
come in unexpectedly bothering you when I�m not here. �

Besides, my chambers connect to my private library.� You�d be happier if you could access it
whenever you want, right?� Rather than having to wait for me to turn up and take you there?�

Hermione nodded.� It wasn�t as if disagreeing would lead to a
private room, she realised soberly.�

It was like Rodolphus taught her..
You can take the high road or the low road but they both lead to the same
destination in the end.� Might as well
accept it and save yourself some pain.�

Harry�s face tightened slightly at
her thinking of Rodolphus again but he didn�t say
anything.�

She followed him into his
chambers, entering into a room decorated in greens and golds.� A sitting room with a large window looking
out over a lake and�
black leather chairs and couches.. almost
exactly like those she had sat on in the Dark Lord�s sitting room.� She felt a tiny shudder.�

�Uh.. are these new?� she asked.�

Harry looked at her sharply.� �Yeah.. yeah they are actually.�
I felt like redecorating recently.��

Hermione swallowed.�

�Oh.� They�re very nice.�� She said.�

He walked over to her and took her
hand.� His fingers were cool.� She lifted their clasped hands up absently
and looked at his fingers, reassuring herself that they didn�t look anything like the Dark Lords.�

Harry frowned at her perplexed.� �You ok,
Mione?� I know you keep comparing me to
him.. but that�s the first
time you�ve actually seriously thought I might be him..What�s wrong?��

She shook her head. �Is your
library decorated in blue tones?� She asked
hollowly.�

Harry walked over to the door in
the left wall and opened it, pulling her through.�

The library was a long room with walls covered in shelves and rows of ancient tomes,
mainly in black or brown leather.� There
was a single chair sitting at the end of the room near the fireplace.� It was a wingback.� It was dark blue leather.�

As was the theme in this room.�

A cool blue and silver motif.�

A large oriental rug in the middle of the floor depicted silver undulating
forms that strongly evoked the impression of serpents.�

Hermione blinked.� It was too much.� Too similar.� Something had happened to Harry and it had to
do with the Dark Lord somehow.�

They were like identical twins separated at birth who
both go out and buy the same clothes.�

Harry was looking at her suspiciously.��

�You�re telling me he has similar furniture or something?� That�s what you�re upset about?� Perhaps he just has taste?!��

Hermione swallowed again and
looked at Harry weakly.� �He.. he has the exact
same furniture.. in exactly the same place. �Your chambers are identical - only his sitting
room is blue and silver and his library is green and gold.

And he doesn�t have a window in his sitting room � but then his eyes are sensitive
to light.� I assume if I had fixed them.. he might have put in a window.� It might have shown a lake.� The one in my room looks out over a lake.�

He made the room for me. He picked the view.��

She looked at Harry, who was
frowning.� �So what are you saying, Hermione.� Spell it out for me � you really think I�m
becoming Voldemort, don�t you?��

She looked away, wrapping her arms
around herself.�

Harry put a finger under her chin
and turned her face back.� �Answer me� he
demanded.� Hermione blanched.�

�I don�t know, Harry.� All I know is that you�ve apparently changed
a lot in the last month and a half and now you talk like him, you control your
magic like him, you decorate like him, you dictate to me like he did..�

Since it seems like nobody else has noticed anything out of the ordinary at
all, it�s hard to try to think of what could change you so much.��

Harry looked sceptical. �I haven�t
changed my personality, I�ve always been this way, maybe you didn�t
notice.�

And it�s just been easier to understand my magic lately.� I had some breakthroughs.� It�s no big deal � everyone experiences
something like that when they reach their age of majority.��

Hermione lowered her eyes
warily.� �Ok Harry.� I�m sorry I suggested it.� You�re right.�
It�s just a coincidence.��

Harry appeared a bit disarrayed
but he took her hand again and led her back into the sitting room and across to
the door in the opposite wall.� He opened
it and showed her into his bedroom, closing the door behind them.��

�Its
getting late.� Maybe we should get some
rest and talk about it in the morning� Harry suggested nonchalantly.�

Hermione asked in the most neutral
tone she could manage �are we going to share the bed, Harry��

He grinned at her cheekily and the
effect was almost that of old Harry
if not for the sharp glint in his eyes.�

�well there�s only one bed here, isn�t there? ��

As if he realised that he hadn�t quite �sold� harmless best mate Harry that
time he continued.�

�We shared a tent for months, Mione.� I�m
sure we can manage to share a bed.� It�s
a very large bed.��

Hermione nodded slowly,
resigned.�

Harry smirked..

smirked!!

She had never seen that expression on his face before.�

He had toed off his boots and was
already unfastening his robe.� He took it
off and levitated it to a chair across the room while he gestured with his
other hand and simultaneously turned down the bed.�

He stood now in nothing but black
cotton/lycra boxer shorts.� His thighs and calves were very defined.�

He caught her checking him out and padded over to her where she stood, delaying
the inevitable at the foot of the bed.�

Stepping very close to her, he ran
his fingertips down her sides over the skimpy white singlet, then slipped them
underneath it and ran them back up over the skin of her ribs.�

�You don�t like to sleep in nightclothes, do you?..�� he asked, but it
wasn�t really a question.�

�I remember you had a difficult
time sleeping in them in the tent.� You
always complained that they wrapped around you and woke you up.��

Hermione started to tremble.�

�I-I�d like to sleep in them
tonight though...please?� she said hopefully, a pathetic pleading lilt to her
voice.�

�Oh I don�t want you to be uncomfortable Mione.� You need your sleep� Harry said, smirking
again and his hands moved up her body, dragging her singlet up with them. �

She swallowed and raised her arms for him to take the singlet off.�

He did so without hesitation and his eyes glowed as they crawled over her
breasts.� �God, you�re beautiful� he
growled and stepped even closer, wrapping one hand around the small of her back
to hold her in place and raising the other to cup her breast, squeezing it
gently and stroking the nipple with his thumb.

She was really shaking now. He
wasn�t going to let her get away.� He was
going to just take her whether she liked it or not!�

Harry�s eyes flicked to her face
but he didn�t comment on the thought that he�d obviously perceived, instead he
bent and pressed his lips to the nipple he had just been stroking, sucking it
into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.�

She gasped and wanted to pull away.�

Harry released her nipple with an audible pop and it stood up at attention
now.�

She felt uncomfortable, as if her
body responding like that would encourage him to keep going when he should
stop!�

He took both her hands in his and
led her forward, around to the side of the bed.�� He looked at her and looked at the bed and
then looked back at her pointedly.��

She didn�t wait for him to become more insistent and climbed up onto the bed,
crawling over to the far side and slipping beneath the covers, pulling them up
to her chin and laying there scared out of her wits.

She wished she were brave enough to turn away and curl up and toss a goodnight
back over her shoulder but she was terrified of what Harry might do if she made
him angry right now.�

She felt Harry get into bed and
didn�t dare to look over at him.� Then
she felt a hand graze over her stomach and jumped.� Harry slid right up to her.� She could feel on her thigh that he wasn�t
wearing boxer shorts anymore and she black despairing panic rose up within
her.�

Harry.. her best friend Harry.. was
going to rape her.� Quite
soon.� There was nothing she could
do.�

He would probably even convince himself that she wanted it..
or that it was necessary to erase everyone else from
her mind.. or something along those lines.�

His hand moved down her body and brushed over the waistband of the black boxers
she still wore.� She felt Harry lean in
and blow into her ear softly.� His hot
tongue traced the shell of her ear.� Then
his hand moved in a swish and curl pattern and her boxers vanished.� She whimpered now in fear.�

Harry whispered in her ear� �Shhhh� shhhhh.. its
ok.��

His hand had moved up under the blankets and started to stroke her breast in
what she supposed he thought was a comforting manner.�

�Please Harry..
�� she
begged.� �Don�t do this!..
you don�t really want to do this!.. please..
please..�
you�re scaring me.��

She felt tears siding down her cheeks and when Harry realised he leaned up over
her and then he licked them away.�

She stared up at him distraught.�

�Touch me, Mione� he whispered
roughly.� His eyes glowed wickedly.

She blinked back more tears.�

He smirked� �It�s ok if you think of me as a
brother.� I kind of find that idea a bit
hot, actually.� Being your older brother..stealing your innocence � showing you what your body can
do.�

Except you�re older than I am of course.. But that
doesn�t matter.� I�m more experienced
than you.� I can be your older brother
for this fantasy.��

Hermione shivered.� Now it wasn�t just Harry her best friend
about to rape her.. it was Harry
her brother about to rape his younger sister and getting off on her tears and
pleading.� She felt sick.�

Harry laughed. �You�re so repressed� he scoffed.� �But I know how I can fix that��

Her eyes widened and she quaked in fear.�
God.. what was he
going to do now?!�

She didn�t expect it when he did
it.� Harry looked into her eyes and
hissed a long fluent stream of parseltongue.�

She shuddered, the sounds affecting her on the deepest level.�

She felt herself suddenly throb in want and her eyes became half lidded in
lust. �Harry grinned nastily.

�Like that, huh?� I thought you might..�

He hissed something else and she
shuddered again and couldn�t suppress the moan that rose up in her throat.�

Harry�s eyes flashed excitedly and he kissed her hard.�

She didn�t want to react but she
found herself kissing him hungrily, turning toward him, her hands reaching out,
needing to touch his skin; feeling his chest, hard and hot and tiny nipples
pebbled against her palms.�

Harry groaned into her mouth and slid closer to her.� She wrapped one arm around him and trailed
her fingernails down his spine.� The
sensation made him arch in pleasure and smirk against her mouth.

He leaned back away from her kiss and looked at her in dark amusement when she
tried to follow him and capture his lips again.�

When he hissed again.. it sounded different to the last
two.� God... she loved the sound of it
when he did that.. it made
all her insides quiver and melt.� She
felt...she felt..

...intolerably horny.�

She needed him to touch her more.�

�Please Harry.. I need you� she whispered.� �I want you so badly!��

Harry, instead of touching her,
actually withdrew further and rested himself on his back, pulled his arms up
and laced them behind his head.�

�Touch me, Mione.� Show me how bad you
want me� he commanded lazily.�

She felt a desperate ache inside
her.� It needed to stop.� She needed to do anything to make it
stop.� Harry could stop it!� She curled against him and started to kiss
his chest, licking it and sucking his nipples.�
He groaned his enjoyment.�

She pulled herself up to straddle him.�

She was soaking wet and he unfolded his arms to place them on her hips and pushed
her down while he ground his cock against her hot slick slit.� She moaned loudly and rocked against him,
feeling some of the ache inside her lift slightly.��

Harry hissed at her again and she
shivered from head to toe, moaning.� He
laughed and did it again.� She bucked
against his cock.�

�Put me inside you, Mione� Harry said in a low voice.�

She looked up at him and even through the haze of her lust she hesitated,
continuing to grind against him instead.�

He hissed aggressively and she whimpered in need.�

�Put me inside you, Mione� he
repeated with a threatening undertone.��

She rose up on her knees and
looked down reaching for his thick circumsized
cock.� She rubbed the head against her
clit for a bit and Harry grunted in pleasure.�
He hissed again.. longer..
and the lust haze became thicker.�

She suddenly felt an urgent need
to have his cock inside her.� If she didn�t
fill this empty aching soon she would die.�

She raised herself up further and placed him at the entrance to her
vagina.�

The hole was so small.�

She tried to lower herself onto him but it just didn�t work.�

Harry seemed to work out what the
problem was after a half a minute or so of pushing and pulled his hips down and
out of the way.� He reached up and
dragged her down onto his chest and then rolled with her till she lay beneath
him.�

Her curls scattered around her head like a halo and Harry put his hand under
her knees, pulling her legs up and pushing them wider.�

She writhed mindlessly below him and whined� �I need you.. please..
make it stop!��

Harry looked down at her and smiled wonderingly.�

�I always dreamed you would look
this way, Mione.� I�m sorry.. it�s going to hurt a little
now.��

He furrowed his brow and corrected himself.

�Well.. I�m not sorry...
I�m glad that you saved yourself for
me.� I love you so much.� I�ll try to make it as painless as I can, ok?
��

Hermione looked up at him
uncomprehendingly. She was too far gone to really care about anything other
than her need.�

Harry hissed again and it was like
waves of balm washing over her.� She arched into it, sighing in bliss.�

At that moment he thrust his hips forward hard and forced himself a few inches
into her tight channel.�

She yelped in pain and tried to bring her knees together but Harry had pulled
out a little and now threw himself forward again, driving deeper into her.� Now she cried out in the unexpected sharp
stabbing pain.� Harry groaned
loudly.�

�Oh God Mione.. so tight... so hot and wet.. Oh god you feel so GOOD.� Better than I ever
imagined.. ��

He pulled out almost all the way
and slammed back into her, this time managing to get all the way in. �

He collapsed down onto his elbows over her, his head bowed over her shoulder,
his hips twitching slightly.�

�Oh God.. .fuck..
calm down..calm down..� he
was mumbling to himself.�

Hermione whimpered softly, tears
running down her cheeks.� �That.. that hurt..� she wept.�

Harry pulled himself up at the
sound of her voice and kissed her tears, kissed her lips.� �I know.�
I�m sorry Mione.� It does, the
first time. It will feel better soon.��
He rocked his hips against her and she winced.�

�Mmmmm� god you�re good, Mione.. you feel.. so.. fucking..amazing..� he
growled against her neck, kissing and sucking her, leaving a blue trail of love
bites up her throat.� �Mine..� he mumbled.

He lowered himself against her body and wrapped his arms around her.

�Mm.. put your legs around my hips� he whispered into
her ear.� She obeyed immediately and he
started to move again.��

It didn�t hurt as much now except
when he first started to move.�

There was this strange enticing friction.. It felt
like she wanted more.. Harry�s face was buried deep in
her neck and he held her so tightly.� She
pressed her cheek against his.�

�Can you.. harder..� � she whispered
curiously.. Harry responded immediately,� He started to smack down against her
harder and lifted his head to look into her flushed face.�

�Like that?� he asked, with the dark satisfied..slightly
cruel.. look on his face.� She suddenly found she didn�t mind sleeping
with the Dark Lord Potter and moaned, nodding.�

�More� she breathed.�

He started to pound her hard now,
their flesh made a meaty slap as he laid into her.� Sweat from his forehead dripped down onto her
lip and she licked it away, enjoying the salty taste.� She leaned up and licked his cheek, wanting
more.

He moaned in animal need and tilted his head back so she could reach his
throat.�

She licked and sucked and nipped him while he fucked her harder and harder..She felt herself racing toward the finish line and her
moans became urgent.. insistent,
her hips bucking up to meet his cock eagerly.�

�Oh god..Harry.......so
good.. she slurred..

Harry looked down at her, panting,
his green eyes glowing.. He hissed a rough stream of
parseltongue and she screamed as her orgasm broke over her..
He smashed his mouth down onto hers, kissing her brutally, painfully,
swallowing her screams of pleasure and fucking her wildly, erratically, as if
he were trying to drive her through the bed..

Then he threw his head back gasping and groaned loudly as he drove his hot load
deep into her, Jerking helplessly against her, panting
as the last spasms wracked his body.�

After a minute he tossed himself
down in the bed beside her, half laying on her, his
arm and his leg still curled possessively over her body.� They both panted silently and tried to
collect themselves.�

Hermione could feel her mind returning and she didn�t want it back.. Didn�t want to think about what just happened.�

Didn�t want to think about anything at all.��

Harry looked at her and raised the
hand draped over her to brush the damp hair out of her face.�

�You�re mine, Mione.� You always
were.� What happened was what was always
going to happen.� That�s why you
waited.� You belong by my side.�

She sighed.� As the endorphins left her system slowly the
fear of making Harry angry returned to replace them.�

She didnt want to point out that he had used a spell
in parseltongue to force her into a frenzy of lust and another to allow her to
come.. She didn�t want to say where she knew it
from.� She could see the conversation
ending in pain.�

So she just nodded and closed her eyes.�

Harry lay silently beside her for
a few minutes and then he reached� for her and turned her onto her side
in the bed so that he could spoon up against her back. He wrapped an arm over
her, cupping her breast loosely.� The
other arm he curled up under his head and bent.�
His fingers just brushed her temple.�

�Night Mione..
he whispered.

She let herself drift off to
sleep.�

When she found herself in the
black space, Rodolphus was nowhere to be seen.�

She was not surprised and didn�t
even bother yelling for him.�

Harry appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her and then she found
herself lying in a bed on a dark beach with him.�

He stroked her hair and told her to go to sleep again.� She nodded and closed her eyes and then there
was nothing for a while.

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