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The Paths We Take	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18436 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“Wasted time...
I cannot say that I was ready for this, but
When worlds collide,
And all that I have is all that I want,
The words seem to flow and the thoughts, they keep running,
And all that I have is yours;
All that I am is yours.”
The Sun and the Moon- Mae
Chapter 28- Say It again
September of 1888
Laying on the most uncomfortable bed he had ever been on in his life, not counting the times he had to sleep on the cold hard ground, Draco stared up at the ceiling as Hermione slept soundly in the crook of his arm. It was a simple moment, which made him ecstatic that she was still comfortable enough to sleep near him, but he couldn’t help feeling perturbed by the idea that she may not love him back. And the longer he thought about the fight they had the night before, the more he realized that she had had multiple chances to say those words too…but she didn’t, and that’s what pained him the most.
In reality, it wasn’t like he had actually thought she would return the sentiment and knew it was a long shot, but the last thing he had expected was for Hermione to argue with him, let alone in front of a bunch of strangers. He felt like a fool for even attempting to tell her his true feelings, however, he felt like an even bigger prat for allowing the witch to sleep on him when he was fully aware he should have kept his distance until they worked everything out. But he loved holding her and wished he could all day, although, he eventually had to remove himself before she awoke.
Sighing heavily, Draco slowly slipped out from beneath the bookworms’ head and sat on the edge of the bed. Rubbing his hands down his face and sighing once more, he slowly began to stand when the sound of a soft voice startled him, nearly causing him to fall forward before he caught himself.
“Why are you up?” he asked after shaking away the shock. “You should still be asleep, it’s early. Go back to bed.”
“What are you doing?” Hermione questioned, ignoring the blondes’ words.
“Nothing…I’m just…Nothing. Go back to bed, darling.”
“You’re trying to sneak out, aren’t you? Why? You don’t have to leave, Draco” she claimed while propping herself up on her left arm.
“I shouldn’t be in here right now. You need to rest” he declared while walking over to the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know!” he snapped, causing the brunette to curiously gaze at him as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to raise my voice.”
“No…” she pouted while removing the blanket covering her and getting out of bed. Walking over to the Prince, she stood in front of him with a sympathetic look before she reached out to take his hand, but he quickly pulled away and turn his back to her. “Draco, please talk to me.” However, rather than voice his concerns, he simply remained quiet. “Are you mad at me for throwing up on you? I didn’t mean to, Draco, it was an accident. I-”
“Do you honestly think I care that you got sick on me?” he interrupted as he rotated his body to face her, although, Hermione merely raised a brow while tilting her head perplexed. “Okay, I care a bit that you got sick on me, but that’s the least of my worries right now.”
“So, you’re mad that I yelled at you?”
“No; Gods Hermione, just go back to bed…please” he gently ordered while moving to open the door, but the Golden Girl swiftly placed herself in front of the entryway, preventing the Slytherin from leaving her room. “Please don’t this…Just let me leave” he implored. He no longer had the energy to fight and just wanted to be left alone with his thoughts.
“We need to talk, Draco.” As those dreaded words escaped the petite witch’s lips, Draco sighed heavily because he knew where the conversation was going to end up. Nothing good ever came out of ‘we need to talk’, and it was only a matter of time before his happy little bubble would pop.
“I-I shouldn’t have said it, okay? I know the timing was bad a-and I know I’m still new to all this…Please don’t break up with me because I said it. It was a mistake and I-I’m sorry. Hermione, I’m so sorry-”
“You think telling me that you love me was a mistake?” she inquired in a mixture of shock and sadness.
“If it means I lose you…” he began, licking his lips while once again running his fingers through his tousled hair and turning away from the brunette.
“You can’t just take it back, Draco. You said it and you meant it…It wasn’t a mistake.”
“I can’t do this right now. Can we please talk about this some other time?”
“Draco-”
“I know I messed up, okay?” he defended as he whipped around and threw a hand in the air in frustration. “I know I waited, I know I should have spoken to you sooner at school, and I know that I screwed up, but I can’t change that. I honestly don’t know what more you want from me. I know you don’t feel that same and that’s fine-”
“You’re right” she interrupted softly before shrugging a shoulder and flickering her eyes to the window where the sun was slowly starting to peek through the curtains. “You’re right, Draco,” she repeated as she turned her gaze back to his desperate eyes, “you waited and you should have said something, but you didn’t screw up…I did.”
“I beg your pardon? How did little Miss Perfect screw up?”
“I’m not perfect, Draco. I didn’t tell you how I felt yesterday after your confession, which is tearing you apart inside because I only yelled at you. However, I want to answer you. I’m ready to answer you.” Fearing the worst, the blonde Prince blinked back the tears forming in his ocean grey eyes and threw his head back while interlocking his fingers behind his neck, preparing himself for the words that would end up breaking him.
“I don’t want you to answer if it means-”
“I don’t love you…” she spoke just over a whisper, causing Draco’s’ lips to part as he inhaled a sharp breath, doing his best to not fall apart in front of the witch who had just admitted that she didn’t return his feelings. Licking his bottom lip, he nodded his head while trying and failing to hold back a tear that had somehow managed to slip down his cheek.
“O-okay…” his voice cracked as he looked to the ground and silence engulfed the room. He just wanted to get out of there, run away, find somewhere to hide, and shed the heartache that was drowning him from the inside out. Exhaling sharply, he tried to leave but Hermione once again stopped him. She gripped his wrist that had reached around her and gazed up at the Prince, who avoided looking at her, while she softened her shoulders.
“Draco-”
“I get it, Hermione” he interjected firmly, however, she could hear the sorrow radiating in his voice and she instantly realized that he didn’t understand what she meant.
“Clearly, you don’t. I…I-I don’t love you-”
“Please stop rubbing it in, alright? I understand” he declared while backing away from the Princess and rubbing a hand down his face to hide the fact that he was on the verge of tears.
“You don’t!” she argued with a heavy breath. “Merlin, Draco, stop making me question your intelligence again!” Snapping his attention to the heated bookworm, the blonde furrowed his brows in confusion as Hermione lightly panted in front of the door. “I-don’t-love-you-”
“What?”
“Too” she finished as her chest rose and fell strongly.
“Wh-what?” was all he could say as he was at a loss of words and his heart began to beat rapidly within his chest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing and was sure he was mistaken; but as his Gryffindor began to lightly smile, he knew then that he had heard her correctly. “Say it again…”
“I don’t-”
“No! Say it again…without the ‘don’t’,” he demanded, never taking his eyes off her.
“I love you…too” she stated, making his soul melt as his own breath grew heavy.
“Say it again…” he muttered in shock.
“I…love…you. I love you, Draco Malfoy. I love you.”
Closing the distance between them as fast as he could, Draco pinned the brunette against the door, his hands resting on the wood to the side of her head as he gazed down at her.
“Again…”
“I love y-” she began to recite but he hastily cut her off and pressed his lips hard against hers, forcing a small yelp to escape her throat, but he didn’t care. All he cared about in that moment was the fact that she felt exactly the same way he did, and he was completely overjoyed.
“Say it again” he breathed out while moving his lips across her jawline and down her neck as she wrapped an arm around his waist and with her free hand, entangled her fingers in the strands of his blonde hair. “Say…it…again” he gently ordered as his own fingers softly caressed her delicate skin and he continued to lean against the wooden barrier with his left hand.
“I love you” she whispered into his ear, causing a small growl to vibrate off her neck as Draco pressed harder against her. And as their passionate moment grew, Hermione tilted her head back and closed her eyes as Draco left desperate kisses across every inch of her exposed skin. “I need you, Draco” she uttered through her soft moans before turning her face to his, cupping his cheeks with both hands and reconnecting their lips. But despite the admission and the fact that he needed her as well, the blonde Slytherin pulled back a bit with swollen lips and stared in confusion at the witch in front of him. “What? What’s wrong? Don’t you want to have sex with me?”
“No…” he confessed rather quickly, making Hermione’s eyes widen slightly.
“Oh…Uh…O-okay…” she stammered, taken aback.
“No, Princess…I don’t want to just have sex with you” he claimed while rubbing his thumb across her smooth cheek. “I want to worship you.”
“I…What?” she raised a brow as he tenderly flicked his eyes down her body before raising his sight back to hers.
“I want to worship your body, love, like you deserve to be worshiped…like the queen you are.”
“Don’t call me queen…I’m far too great” she smirked with a wink.
“Like the goddess you are” he corrected as a smile grew across his face. “Then I’ll make love to you, cherish you, treat you like should be treated…then, and only then, will I fuck you like you deserved to be fucked. Do I make myself clear?” Nodding her head, because she couldn’t find the words to answer her wizard, Hermione watched as Draco reached behind him and accio’d his wand from the floor where it had apparently fallen while he’d slept.
“Draco…? What are you doing?” she questioned as she looked to the Hawthorn wood in his left hand, but he refused to say a word and instead transfigured her nightgown into something a bit more pleasing. “What…Draco!” she inhaled as her breathing became slightly restricted. “What…the hell? Is-is this the same dress from Jamestown? Why…” she swallowed while trying to take in a deep breath, but her ribs could hardly move against the Stay tightened around her torso. “Draco, I can’t…I can’t breathe in this…thing.” Smirking with a light scoff, Draco slightly loosened the ties binding her, causing a loud gasp to release from his Princess’s throat as she exhaled deeply.
“Better?” he queried with an amused chuckle.
“Why did you put me back in this dress?”
“I have a thing for corsets” he asserted while looking her up and down, admiring her body in the tight garment while his dick began to press firmly against his trousers. “I’ve wanted to help you out of this dress since the day I saw you in it. I can’t pass up an opportunity to be able to aid you, now could I? That would go against my very helpful nature.”
“You sly prat” she hissed seductively while biting her lower lip, before grabbing his wand out of his hand and quickly transfiguring his clothing into something she knew she couldn’t resist. If he wanted to play dirty, then so could she.
“Did you…Well, well, well, Princess; since when did you have a thing for me in my school uniform? Did you always imagine me taking you every time you saw me without my robes on?”
“Maybe…” she whispered while wrapping his tie around her hand. “It’s mainly the green necktie though…and the white button-down” she shrugged as she once again bit her bottom lip and swiftly pulled at the fabric, forcing the blonde closer to her. “Now, if you don’t mind…I’d like for you to show me what you meant by worshiping my body.”
“Yes, Ma’am…” Draco immediately picked his witch up, carried her to the bed, and gently set her down on the mattress before charming away everything but the black corset and matching knickers. As Hermione giggled lightly, the Slytherin Prince loosened his tie and unfastened the top four buttons of his shirt before climbing on top of the brunette and staring deep into her brown eyes. “I love you, Hermione…” he spoke softly, but still had a small fear that she wouldn’t say it back. Seeing the trepidation in his eyes, she reached up and cupped his cheek, causing him to lean into her gentle touch as her free hand grasped his right bicep.
“I fell in love with you before Salem…”
“Wait, what?” he asked in surprise.
“I-I don’t want to ruin this, but…I can’t keep holding it in anymore…”
“Hermione…what are you talking about?”
“I told you, I was the one who messed up. I knew I loved you that night in the barn, I started falling for you long before that…back in Pompeii…before I even realized it.”
“What?”
“But I was scared to admit it because I didn’t know if I could trust you not to hurt me. I was scared that you only wanted me out of convenience and that as soon as we got home…you would change your mind about me.”
“Hermione…”
“Yet you just kept on protecting me and putting yourself in danger that I thought pushing you away was the only thing I could do to save you. I was confused and…I’m sorry, Draco. I am so sorry for snapping at you yesterday and pushing you away. If I didn’t then-”
“Shhhh, love it-it’s alright. I’m okay…we’re okay. It doesn’t matter how we got here, the point is, is that we’re here. I don’t care about when you started to love me, I care about you and the fact that someone like you…could ever love someone like me. We’ve both messed up and waited but look at where it’s gotten us. It’s made this moment so much better and I…I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
“I love you” she whispered tenderly as he kissed away the tears hovering by her temple.
“I love you more” he grinned before lightly kissing her lips and trailing his fingers down her body, forcing goosebumps to emit from her skin. “But right now, I need to love your body, alright? We have both waited far too long for this and I don’t want to waste another second.”
However, as soon as Draco’s fingers made their way down the brunette’s hip and were about to move her knickers to the side in order to begin pleasuring her, the door to the bedroom burst open, startling the pair as Ginny stood in the frame with wide eyes.
“Well…At least you made it to the bed this time” she claimed while trying to hold back a laugh.
“Why?” the blonde demanded to know after scrambling to cover the witch beneath him with the blanket. “Why is it that every time we have a moment alone it’s fucking ruined by someone? Why?” he complained as Blaise peeked his head around the corner.
“Oh, shite…” he chuckled while nudging the redhead with his hand. “Looks like the train is finally pulling into the station and it’s bigger than nine and three quarters!”
“Choo choo” Ginny laughed while pretending to pull on a lever.
“Get out!” Draco ordered strongly.
“But we-” Blaise began to contend.
“Out! Now!”
“Is that your school uniform?” Ginny chortled. “Why are you-Oooohh.”
“For fuck sakes, get the fuck out!”
“Alright,” Blaise declared with raised hands, although he kept on chuckling. “Guess we’ll go over the killer of this era later. Though we may need to file a police report after you murder Buttercups’-”
“GET OUT!” he bellowed while grabbing his wand off the bed and slamming the doors closed with a flick of his wrist before charming it locked. Setting the Hawthorn down, he exhaled a frustrated breath as Hermione picked up his wand and placed a silencing spell on the wooded barrier.
“Did Blaise just comment on the size of your dick?” she questioned with a raised brow.
“Bloke has never seen my dick. He was just trying to have a laugh. It wasn’t funny” he scoffed while lowering his head into the crook of the Gryffindor’s neck.
“I thought it was pretty funny” she giggled as he raised his head and glared at her. “Creative too” she snickered as her wizard narrowed his eyes at her. “I get to see it though, right?” she grinned while she once again played with his tie.
“Not if you keep laughing at that sorry excuse for a joke.”
“I make no promises.”
“Then I make no promises that you’ll see me naked.”
“Liar” she smirked as she tugged on the Slytherin tie and pulled him flush against her body. “Now fucking worship me.”
“Merlin, I thought you were fucking hot when you curse but gods damn are you sexy when you demand things.”
“Draco…if you don’t-”
“Okay, okay” he grinned with a raised hand. “Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted.
“I’m fairly certain you were about to put your fingers in me” she answered with a seductive smile as she wiggled below him.
“Right…” he uttered softly as he lovingly gazed down at his witch. “Whatever you want, my love. But first…I need you to do something for me.”
“And what, pray tell, would that be?” Without saying a word, he gently lifted her left arm, placed a lingering supple kiss on his witch’s’ palm and sent a beautiful chill down her spine, before he placed a soft peck on the inside of her wrist. “Draco…? Draco, what are you doing?” she inquired slightly panicked as he placed his left hand on the inside of her forearm and quietly muttered ‘Finite’. “Draco, stop; what are you doing?”
“It’s alright, Princess…It’s just me” he stated sweetly. “It’s just me and…and I-I want to be able to love you, Hermione…all of you. No more hiding our scars; not from each other” he claimed while slowly lowering her arm to the bed before leaning back on his heels and removing the concealment charm covering his Dark Mark. “I don’t want us to hide from each other, Princess, I want us to be open. No more waiting. We’ve waited long enough.”
Hermione inhaled sharply as she looked over at the Mark on his forearm before she glanced to her own scar and swallowed hard. She then lifted his wand from the bed and pointed the tip at her throat, removing the concealment and revealing the small cut Bellatrix had left upon her skin. Exhaling a slow breath, Draco leaned back down and delicately kissed the scar before gazing into his witch’s eyes and tenderly smiled. “I love you” he whispered while brushing his thumb across her cheek, “and no matter what happens in the future or the past, whatever…going forward, Hermione…I will always love you.”
Sunday, May 17^th, 1999
“Good morning” Pansy whispered as she looked up at Harry while snuggling closer to his naked body.
“Morning” he smiled down at her as his fingers grazed across her shoulder. “Sleep alright?”
“Perfectly,” she grinned happily before placing a lingering kiss on the side of his left peck. “You?”
“Better than I have in a long time. Even if it was only a few hours of rest” he chuckled lightly, however, he turned his gaze to the clock resting upon his nightstand and he quickly shot up, surprising the Slytherin that was in his arms as he grabbed his glasses to get a better look at the time.
“What the hell, Harry?”
“We overslept…”
“What?”
“It’s ten forty-five…We overslept” he repeated while turning his attention to the raven-haired witch clutching the white sheet against her chest, before sputtering out a laugh, which ended up causing the Slytherin Princess to break out into giggles as well. “We should probably get dressed and uh, make a new plan for you to sneak out. I have a strong feeling everyone is already waiting downstairs.”
“Which means, that if I sneak out with your cloak, they’ll notice my door open. And who knows what Luna already told them about where I was all night…”
“Maybe we should just tell everyone before showing them the pictures?” he suggested while laying back down and placing the back of his arm across this forehead.
“I’d rather wait until after; if you don’t mind? I don’t want them to bombard us with questions we both know they’ll ask, before we even get a chance to show them anything” she replied with a small sigh while rolling over to rest her head on her wizard.
“I don’t mind in the slightest. Whatever you want to do, I’ll do.”
Gently roaming her fingers through his chest hair as Harry ran his hand through her soft black locks, the couple stayed in bed for a few more minutes as Pansy thought over some things.
“Are you sure this is what you want to do, Harry? The repercussions of announcing our relationship…people aren’t going to look at you the same. They’ll think you’ve gone mental and may have you committed.” Lifting her chin with the tips of his fingers, Harry gazed into the Slytherin’s eyes and fondly smiled down at her.
“Pansy...” he began while licking his lips, “if this is what you want to do then I’ll do it. I don’t care if people think I’m mental; I’m happy with you and that’s all that matters. But if you’re having second thoughts…?”
“No, I-I just, I don’t want you to regret it in the end” she spoke softly while lowering her head into his chest.
“The only thing I regret, Pans, is not getting to know you sooner. And before you say anything, it was neither of our faults. But we live in a different time now. You heard those girls last night; they admire and respect you, and I think they were even upset when you told them you and I were just friends. In my opinion…I don’t think anyone really cares who dates who anymore.”
“Except when you’re dating one of the Golden Trio. The press is going to have a field day when they figure out you’re dating me and Granger is shagging Draco.”
“Could you maybe not talk about my best friend shagging Malfoy? I’m still trying to get used to them snogging.”
“Alright” she giggled lightly. “But Weasley is going to lose his mind, you know? Draco was more his enemy than yours.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine, just like he’ll be fine with us.”
“If you say so” she asserted with a roll of her eyes. “Us, I can see him being alright with, but Draco and his ex…”
“Shite…” he stated with widened eyes as he remembered that Hermione and Ron had briefly dated after the war. “Maybe we could not tell him…” he suggested with a small wince.
“Good luck with that” she chuckled. “Anyway, I think we should probably head downstairs. The longer we’re up here the more likely our friends will suspect that we’re doing more than just talking.”
“Let them think whatever they like” he smirked while rolling on top of the witch.
“Harry!” she chortled as she wiggled beneath him.
“Harry…” he playfully mimicked before placing a gentle kiss upon her plush lips. “Come on, love…Let’s go tell our friends and then we can come back up here and release all that pent-up anger we’re sure to obtain after dealing with everyone.”
“You sir, have yourself a deal” she warmly smiled while brushing her fingers through his shaggy hair.
After snogging for a bit longer, the couple decided to unfortunately get up and procure their clothing scattered across the floor. They each then inhaled deep breaths and opened the door to meet four sets of eyes staring up at them.
“Good morning!” Luna chirped as she closed the Ancient Runes book lying on the glass coffee table. “How did studying for the Alchemy exam go, Pans?”
“What?” she queried in confusion.
“Didn’t you get up early to help Harry since he requested your assistance yesterday before dropping you and Luna off in Hogsmeade?” Ron questioned with a sly wink as he crossed his arms and leaned back on the couch next to the Ravenclaw, who was forcing them all to study. “Luna told us that you planned on helping him last night, which is why neither of you came to The Three Broomsticks, but then you mentioned to her when she got back, that you were tired and planned to help in the morning instead.”
“Oh, uh…Yeah-i-it went well. Um…but uh…we um…we-”
“We have to show you guys something” Harry quickly cut in after sensing the bewilderment and stress radiating off his witch. “We uh, found something while I was helping Pansy with Muggle Studies.”
“What did you find, Harry?” Luna beamed, knowing exactly what the pair had ‘found’.
“…Our friends…” he replied rather calmly, although he didn’t feel at ease; mainly because he knew that as soon as his schoolmates saw the pictures, the word ‘calm’ would go right out the window…and his assumption appeared to be correct.
“Are you kidding me?” Neville proclaimed while throwing his hands in the air as he paced back and forth between the ends of the two couches. “First, our friends get thrown through time, then, they almost die who knows how many freaking times, and now ‘Mione is shacking up with Malfoy and Ginny and is all cozy with Zabini! What next, both return home pregnant and married?” he shrieked as everyone blankly stared at him. “Sorry,” he sighed heavily while running his fingers through his hair. “We’ve just been dealing with a lot lately and with exams starting next week…I don’t know how much more I can take right now.”
“Hey, I hear you” Theo chimed in with a wave of his hand as he stood from the couch across from Luna, and now Pansy, as Ron had moved to stand away from everyone, “but it seems overwhelming surprises are always going to follow us everywhere we go. And it’s not like we can do anything about it anyway. It’s their love lives, and they’re stuck in the past. Even if they weren’t, who are we to try and break either couple apart?”
“Theodore is right” the blonde Ravenclaw declared as she stared off at nothing. “Hermione, Draco, Ginny, and Blaise are all adults. We should be happy for them, not upset.”
“Ron?” Harry said with a hint of worry in his tone while looking to his right to see the redhead gazing at the largest picture with a blank expression. “Ron, mate, are you alright? You haven’t said a word yet.”
“I’m fine, it’s fine” he answered as he shook his head, the pitch in his voice rising with every syllable. “It’s fine” his nose scrunched as he lingered on each word.
“Ron…?” Neville’s brows narrowed in confusion as everyone watched the Gryffindor in concern.
“What?” Ron expressed, finally removing his gaze from the tome. “I’m fine. Like Theo and Luna said, there’s nothing we can do about it. And let’s face it…I could never live up to Malfoy. His good looks, his money, his ability to control his temper-”
“HA!” Pansy laughed, causing everyone except Theo to look at her with raised brows. “Sorry” she chuckled, “but Draco can sometimes be worse than Weasley when it comes to a temper.”
“My point is, Parkinson, that Malfoy, for the most part, has his shite together. And why should I even care that my best friend slash ex-girlfriend and my little sister are dating two of Slytherins’ most devious and egotistical liars? Why should it bother me in the slightest that our former enemies are a lot closer than we thought with my family? Why should I care?” his voice cracked as his bottom lip trembled and he quickly turned on his heel and rushed out of the room.
“Merlin’s beard!” Harry exhaled heavily before chasing after the redhead before Neville hastily followed, leaving Theo to look at the girls, sulk his shoulders, and unhurriedly exit the Common Room.
“Ron!” the Gryffindor Hero shouted as he pursued his friend down the long corridors. “Ron, slow down! Wait! Can we talk about this?” he called out, however, Ron refused to slow his pace. “Ron, please just…just…st-” he trailed off as he slowed his stride and a strange taste filled his mouth. "What the…hell…?” he uttered softly.
“Potter?” Theo hollered, troubled at the sight of his Gryffindor mate acting strange as Harry stood in the middle of the hallway. “Harry, is it a vision? Are you having a vision?” he questioned in a panic as he and Neville jogged up to the Boy-Who-Lived, making Ron halt his fast-paced walking and quickly turn around.
“I-I-I don’t know…” he stuttered as he stared down at the floor, perplexed. “I-I don’t see anything.”
“Then what’s wrong?” Neville queried as the taste on Harry’s tongue grew stronger. It was something he didn’t think he was familiar with and it had a slight tang to it that added a small aroma in his nose, but at the same time he felt like it was something he had experienced at least once in his life. However, the longer the taste stayed in his mouth, the more he realized what it actually was.
“No…” the Savior expressed with wide eyes full of fear. “Oh God, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NOOOO!”
“What the fuck?” Ron mumbled as Harry gripped the ends of his hair and shook his head back and forth. “Harry? What’s going on? What do you see?”
“No, no, no, no, no, no! I-it’s not what I see…” he claimed, his body shaking while he slowly lifted his gaze to his best friends as his eyes slowly began to fog, turning a murky white before fully glazing over.
“Harry?” the redhead worryingly said as he reached out to support the Gryffindor Prince in case he fell due to the vision he was now currently in.
“Is this what happened the last time?” Theo asked while standing to the side of Harry, his hand resting on the raven-haired wizards’ bicep.
While the boys discussed the difference between the various visions the Wizarding Savior had endured over the last few weeks, Harry continued to freak out and unfortunately, couldn’t control the raging hard-on pressed firmly against his trousers. But there was nothing he could do to stop what he was experiencing and regrettably…he had the pleasure to learn how to please a woman from the master himself…on his best friend.
Hermione giggled and squirmed as Draco gently flicked his tongue up and between her folds before he softly blew on her throbbing pearl. The sensation was new and electrifying and tickled a bit, but the fact that the Slytherin was finally willing to take their relationship a step further had her beyond excited, so she did her best to try and stay still through the experience. Draco then delicately inserted two fingers into her center, causing a diminutive moan to escape his Princesses’ lips as he tenderly began to suck on her clit. Harry screamed for him to stop, begged for him to realize someone was sharing his conscious, however, the blonde couldn’t and would never, sense him, and instead continued to pump his fingers in and out of his witch as Hermione draped her left leg over the Malfoy heirs’ shoulder.
The brunette whimpered beneath her wizard and arched her back while she ran her fingers through his hair as he growled lightly at the pleasure of her hands on him. Although he had to withdraw a bit when Hermione began to clamp her legs shut, making it hard for him to breathe as she pressed her left leg firmly against his head, forcing him closer to her.
“Princess…” he snickered as his right hand left a feather-light touch upon her thigh. “You have to release your grip a bit. I can’t satisfy you if I can’t breathe.”
“Oh, I’m sorry” she chuckled while spreading her legs slightly as Harry began to cry in the middle of the hallway.
“It’s alright, love” he replied while gazing up at her, admiring the way the black corset barely contained her luscious breasts peeking out of the top.
“Please stop!” Harry begged, making Theo, Ron, and Neville worry that Draco was about to be hurt again. But as soon as Theo glanced down when Harry had suddenly grabbed his lower region with both hands, he realized that they were all wrong.
“Fuck…me…” he uttered in sheer shock. “We need to get him out of here.”
“Good idea” Neville spoke determinedly while glancing around the corridor for a room that wasn’t in use. “We don’t need students seeing him being tortured. We should probably notify the girls and the Headmistress as well.”
“I-I don’t think Harry is being tortured in the way we think…” the Slytherin claimed, although his gaze never wavered from below Harry’s belt. “And…I-I don’t think this is a vision anyone but us needs to know about…”
“What are you talking about?” Ron questioned with a raised brow; however, Theo said nothing and quickly began to drag the raven-haired wizard down the hallway and into an empty classroom.
“Please…” Harry pleaded, knowing he would never emotionally recover from this specific vision. He could handle the suffering Draco was repeatedly exposed to and he could take the pain from numerous beatings, hell in that moment, he would gladly endure the torture of Salem again, anything…anything except for this. He would happily take the Cruciatus curse right now if it meant the vision would end because he knew that not only would he never be able to look at Hermione the same way again…Pansy would be devastated and quite possibly leave him. “Please stop…” he pressed on while thinking of any way he could pull himself out of the vision before it was too late.
But nothing worked.
Harry remained trapped in Draco Malfoy’s mind and could not only see his closest friends’ private area, but he could still taste her delicious juices, feel her soft supple skin…hear her delicate moans as the blonde Prince removed his fingers and drove his tongue deep into Hermione’s core. The bookworm gasped for breath as her senses shot into overdrive and an enjoyable shiver raced down her spine while her longtime friend unwillingly studied the tender way in which Draco was savoring the delectable pink cunt in front of him.
Gripping the bedsheets with one hand as the other tangled deep into Draco’s hair, the wavy-haired witch intensely cried out in bliss as her pelvis pressed hard into the mattress. But Draco didn’t stop as both he and Harry’s dicks twitched, and Hermione came completely undone.
Smirking proudly while licking the wetness from her sensitive slits, Draco pulled back and sat on his heels as he sucked the clear fluid of his fingers and the Golden Girl below him panted heavily. Despite the fact that Hermione was coming down from cloud nine and just had the best orgasm of her life, she was still extremely aroused and needed more…Unfortunately for Harry, and his friends surrounding him, Hermione Granger needed much more than any of them were aware.
Draco didn’t even have a chance to react as Hermione suddenly grabbed his untightened tie, pulled him down to the left of her, climbed on top of him, and zealously kissed him. It wasn’t long after that that she undid the buttons of his white shirt, exposing his Seeker body, and examined his muscles as the green Slytherin tie rested on top of his defined six-pack. Exhilaration and eagerness filled the couple as she bit her lower lip and gently ran her fingers down his stomach until she reached the top button of his trousers. Slowly unzipping the slacks and unclasping the button preventing her from getting to her Prince, Hermione slid back some as she pulled the trousers and white boxers down Draco’s legs.
Lifting his hips to help her, the blonde exhaled a nervous breath and swallowed hard as his cock was released from the fabric restricting it. Nevertheless, he quickly relaxed as a smile formed on his witch’s lips and she placed a lingering kiss upon the top of his left thigh.
“Have you done this before?” he queried through the strained groan settled in his base vocal cords while he rested on his elbows as Hermione trailed her lips up and around his hardened length, over his hips, and across his waistline, before she reached his other leg and she shook her head ‘no’. “Do-do you want me to walk yo-” he began but let out a loud hiss as her tongue touched the nape of his stiff member and Harry felt a deep growl escape his throat.
“What the hell?” Ron expressed in a mixture of bewilderment and surprise.
“Ron…” Theo cleared his throat while crossing his arms as Harry tightly gripped the edge of the wooden desk at the front of the room; his lower back was pressed firmly against the table as his friends stood in front of him concerned. But as Harry began to sweat profusely, Theo pointed to below the Gryffindor’s waist with his eyes, causing both Neville and Ron to raise a brow before glancing downward.
“Whaaaat the fuuuuuck?”
“Is that a boner?” Neville asked with widened eyes.
“Very good, Longbottom,” Theo sarcastically stated with a roll of his eyes, “you can identify an aroused dick.”
“Why the fuck does he have a bone-ohhhhh” he began to question when the sudden realization dawned on him. “Oh, shite…! Well, I-I mean…maybe it’s not with Hermione” Neville panicked while tangling his fingers in his hair.
“And maybe the bloke is just masturbating or fucking some slag in 1888!” Ron snapped while diverting his attention elsewhere. “It doesn’t matter who or how it’s happening, the point is, is that Harry is practically sharing a dick with Draco fucking Malfoy! This-this is wrong on SO many levels!”
However, a loud moan reverberated the empty classroom, forcing the boys to glance at Harry, who was crying, his white knuckles grasping the desk harder, while he arched his back as Hermione’s mouth enveloped around the Slytherin’s cock. Draco closed his eyes and threw his head back as the bookworm bobbed up and down but quickly looked down at the witch and watched as she pleasured him unlike any other. He reveled in the way her tongue felt against his skin, the warmth of her wet mouth and the tender way she sucked him like he was a dripping popsicle while her fingers of her right hand gently cupped his balls as her free hand roved over his stomach. For someone who had no idea what they were doing, Hermione sure as hell knew his weakness and took full advantage of every growl and moan the Slytherin made, allowing her to know what pleased him the most.
As her saliva dripped down the sides of his groin and trickled down the wizards’ scrotum, Draco’s body quivered when the feeling of pure euphoria filled his lungs and Hermione continued to take him deeper…over and over again. It was a sensation he had dreamed about for a long time and the idea that Gryffindors’ Princess was gifting him the most enjoyable and satisfying oral sex he had ever had, made the experience that much better.
Doing his best to not shock his girlfriend by plowing into her, deepthroating her until she couldn’t take it anymore, Draco released a heavy growl as he reached his pinnacle. Without warning, not out of disrespect for the gorgeous witch perfectly sucking his cock, but more due to the fact that he couldn’t speak, he climaxed as his body went rigid, intensely spilling his seed into Hermione’s mouth and briefly causing her to choke a bit. Although the feeling of her lips tightening around him as she lightly coughed, forced a thrilling whimper through his labored breathing as his body slightly twitched in delight.
Swallowing the immense load, that honestly didn’t taste as bad as she thought it would, Hermione gently removed her lips from the blonde and proudly smiled up at him. His shirt was still open, allowing her to take in the view of her wizards’ sculpted abs, but his tie was no longer resting on his stomach. Instead it now laid off his left shoulder as he breathed heavily and Harry…looked down at the wet patch covering the front of his trousers.
It only took a second this time for him to pull out of the vision after both he and Draco came at the same time but it felt like a lifetime before he was able to find his voice and glance up at the three men staring wide-eyed at him.
“Are-are you okay?” Neville inquired, although they all knew physically, he was absolutely fine, but mentally…that was a whole ‘nother story.
“Don’t ask stupid questions!” Theo voiced with furrowed brows. “Of course, he’s not alright!”
"I don't want to talk about it..." Harry quickly answered while staring unseeingly in front of him, his grip barely loosening from the edge of the desk.
“Are you bloody kidding me? We have to talk about this!” the Slytherin countered almost too excitingly. “That was the most wicked thing I think any of us have ever had the pleasure to witness in our lives!”
"It's...it's too soon...I-I don't wanna talk about it. This...this NEVER happened..."
“Never happened? You fucked your best friend and you didn’t even have to pull your dick out! That was fucking intense!”
“WHAT?” a thunderous voice shouted, startling the four boys so much that Harrys’ hand slipped off the desk as Neville backed up in fear and fell over the bench behind him.
“Shite…” Theo whispered as he looked to the classrooms’ entryway to see Pansy Parkinson and Luna Lovegood standing in the doorway. Pansy was clearly angry, her body shaking as she tried to contain her rage, while Luna’s gaze flicked back and forth between her Slytherin roommate and Harry Potter. “Gods dammit, Ron, why didn’t you put a locking charm up?”
“Me? Since when was it my bloody responsibility to lock the damn door?”
“Since I was the one carrying Harry into the freaking room!”
“Neville could have easily done it! And I was a bit preoccupied worrying about my mate!”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?” the raven-haired witch screamed in fury.
“Pansy…! It’s-it’s not what you think! He didn’t cheat on you, I swear!”
“Wait what?” Harry expelled and he looked to Theo in confusion. “You knew?” He turned his attention back to Pansy. “You told him! You told him before we even decided to say anything?”
“No! I-I didn’t say anything to him. The only person besides Luna that knew, was Ron” she defended as everyone looked to the redhead.
“Whoa! Don’t throw me under the broom just because I figured it out! It was plainly obvious something was going on between you two!”
“I sort of figured it out myself as well” Theo stated with a raised finger before everyone glanced to Neville, who had righted himself and tried his best to appear small.
“I-I saw them snogging in the corridors of Malfoy Manor before we left…” he muttered anxiously.
“I knew it!” the Slytherin wizard replied with a broad smile and snapped his fingers. “I knew there was a reason you were acting so odd!”
“So, wait…you all knew that Pansy and I were dating?” Harry asked, still perplexed at the current set of events happening around him.
“For while actually…” Ron said with a shrug of his shoulders. “You’re not particularly good at keeping secrets from me, Harry, and it was only a matter of time before Theo found out. I sort of realized it after Neville went all barmy back at the Manor and I asked if he saw you two snogging…Both of your reactions confirmed what I already suspected would happen.”
“Okay, so you all found out before we had a chance to tell you,” Pansy proclaimed as her indignation began to resurface, “can we please get back to the topic at hand? The one where you were apparently fucked your best friend!”
“I didn’t fuck her!” he retorted immediately.
“You didn’t fuck her?” she scoffed.
“No! It-it was just a blow job!”
“Sorry, what?” She shook her head in shock, dazed but the careless confession. “When the fuck did Granger suck you off?”
“Just now” he quickly answered without thinking, however, the admittance had helped him a bit as apparently Pansy thought he had lied about his platonic relationship with Hermione. Before they even started dating, Pansy had had a nagging feeling in her gut that the two friends had possibly been more than they let on, but since opening up, she had noticed that Harry wasn’t afraid to tell her anything, no matter how terrified he might be. He never kept a secret from her and this one was no different. He didn’t shy away from telling her the truth however, he did seem overly terrified of her reaction. “I-it wasn’t me, Pans, I swear. It was a vision. I couldn’t control it. I didn’t want to…to…to experience that.”
“So…you didn’t enjoy it?” she inquired.
“I…” he trailed off as he tried to think of the right words to say, but nothing would soften the blow he was about to deliver. “I-I didn’t have a choice. You have to believe me, Pansy, I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t want to! She’s my best friend…the last thing in the world that I would ever want to do is…Please believe me…Please…” he begged.
“I believe you…” she stated, causing everyone in the room to gaze at her with a tilt of their heads.
“Y-you do?”
“Of course…” she claimed with a faux smile resting upon her lips. “Harry…I need you to come with me” she stated in all seriousness.
“What? Why?”
“Harry…! Do not…argue with me.”
“I-I’m not! I’m just…I’m confused.”
“And you confuse easily, now come with me. We need to…talk” she declared while storming across the room, grabbing his hand, and dragging him out the door; all the while glaring at Ron, Theo, and Neville as she passed by them.
“Where are we going?” he inquired, but Pansy simply ignored him. “Pansy? Where are we going?”
“Can you stop asking questions all the damn time?” she requested, her voice sharp and clear.
“No!” he yelled while removing his grip as the pair stood in the middle of the empty hallway. “I’m allowed to ask questions if I want! It doesn’t matter if we’re together or not, I just went through the most horrible thing I could think of and now you want to pull me out of a room to somewhere unknown without even telling me! I’m not moving a muscle until you tell me what the fuck we’re doing!”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“What?”
“Are you serious? You just orgasmed to a blow job from Hermione fucking Granger! There is no bloody way I am allowing you to think of that when you climax! Do you understand me?”
“What do you plan to do?” he asked, his nerves shooting into overdrive as the idea of what his girlfriend wanted to do encased his mind.
“What do I plan to do? I plan on making sure that your freaking know-it-all mate is that last thing you think of when it comes to blow jobs! Now get in!” she declared while pointing to an empty broom closet not far from the classroom they had just left. Harry reluctantly stepped into the cupboard that barely fit two people and looked around at all the dust and debris which filled the room. “Take off your pants” she ordered firmly after placing the necessary charms on the door.
“Pansy, love, we-we don’t have to-”
“Are you going to argue with me or are you going to take off your pants like the good boyfriend you are? You just involuntarily had your dick sucked by Granger. I’m not allowing you to leave this closet until your last sexual encounter is voluntary and by me!”
“Are-are you jealous?” he asked with a small smirk.
“Do you honestly want to go there right now? Seriously, Harry?” she spat after flicking her wand, allowing light to enter the small space. “Of course, I’m jealous! Okay, I get that you didn’t have a choice and I understand that it was a vision, but you’re my boyfriend…mine! And the last thing I want you to think about when receiving any sort of oral activity, is her…I-I want you to think of me.”
“Pansy…” he stated somberly. “I only want you. I will only think of you. You don’t have to do whatever it is you want to right now. You know I’m yours.”
“Pull…down…your pants, Harry” she demanded.
“Okay…” he declared with a heavy sigh, but knew that no matter how much that vision affected his mental health, he only had eyes for one woman…and she was standing right in front of him, eager to please him in the only way she knew how.
Unfastening the belt around his waist, Harry unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down, revealing his softened dick. He felt awkward standing in the broom closet, but that didn’t deter him from admiring the way his witch was staring at him or how she had removed the camisole she had worn last night. Tossing the garment to the floor, Pansy knelt down on her knees and looked up at her Prince with aroused eyes.
“Harry…I-I want you to take control.”
“And by that you mean…?”
“Take your frustrations out on me. You’ve been through hell and back, accidentally, and unwillingly received oral from your best friend, and randomly share a conscious with Draco…You have to be feeling overwhelmed. I want you to think about everything and…fuck my mouth. I can handle it.”
“Pans…I-I’m not built like that. I don’t vent my anger and stress out on people. At least not…not like how you want me to.”
“And how exactly has that worked out for you?”
“For the most part…it’s been fine” he answered with a small gulp as he stared down at the Slytherins’ perfectly peaked mounds.
“Fine is not good enough…” she claimed as her bare chest rose and fell with her steady breathes, causing Harry’s dick to grow hard as he thought about what he wanted to do to her.
“I’m not Malfoy…” he whispered as she reached up and gently gripped his cock in her hand.
“I don’t want you to be. Harry, I want you to be you…and I want you to use me.”
“I-I don’t know how…”
“You’ll figure it out on your own…all you have to do is start” she declared before placing her soft lips on the tip of his member and kissed the head ever so delicately, forcing a moan to fill the room as Harry closed his eyes. Grabbing his hands, Pansy placed them on the back of her head and carefully rested her own hands on the Gryffindor’s bare thighs. “Take control…It’s your life, Harry…all you have to do is concede and I’m yours. You won’t hurt me if that’s what you’re worried about.” Entangling his fingers through her soft locks, Harry strongly thought about her proposition before reaching down and helping the witch to her feet. “What are you doing?”
“Taking control” he started before bending her over a stack of wooden boxes in the corner, pulled out his wand, and charmed away her skinny jeans, leaving her in just her white lacy knickers. Leaning over her, he moved her hair out of her face before whispering in her ear. “Nod your head if you want this…” nodding her head ‘yes’, Harry left a supple kiss upon her neck before running his hand down her ribs, causing a tingle to reverberate down her spine. “I won’t hurt you and if I do, you tell me right away. Other than that, you stay silent, do you understand me?”
“Y-yes…” she uttered as her hands laid on either side of her head.
Reaching down, the Gryffindor Prince gripped his cock in his hand and pumped a few times before kneeling down, pushing her knickers out of the way, and licking the raven-haired witch between her slits, something he had unfortunately learned from Draco freaking Malfoy. Although, he had to thank the Malfoy heir as he had taught him a few things he was in desperate need of learning. Caressing her flawless arse, he stood up and quickly inserted his middle finger into her center, getting her wet and making her pleasantly moan. Inserting a second finger, once he felt like she was wet enough, Harry pumped in and out of her as Pansy gripped the boxes she was laying on, her breasts pressed firmly against the wooden crates.
Feeling for the most sensitive area inside her, he flipped his hand so his thumb could tease her plump pearl, sending her over the edge, and causing her to squirt her juices all over him as she cried out his name. Realizing he loved the taste of her over Hermione as he licked his fingers the same way Draco had done after making the Golden Girl climax, Harry stood up and without preparing Pansy, or allowing her to come down from her high, he quickly pressed his stiff member into her core, forcing a desirable moan to escape her lips.
It was an experience unlike anything she had ever felt before and she reveled in the forcefulness Harry was displaying. He had come so far from the shy yet arrogant Gryffindor she had known him to be and couldn’t help herself as she softly moaned out his name again as he pressed hard into her. Without saying a word, the Boy-Who-Lived, gently pulled out a bit before driving hard back into her, determined to vent all his frustrations out on her pussy. And the longer he stayed inside of her the more he wanted her. Grasping her hips firmly, he began to up his pace pounding in and out like he was desperate to reach something, something that made him feel like him again. Fortunately, Pansy knew exactly what that need was and began to talk dirty to him, despite his orders to stay quiet.
“Keep talking…” he requested as he lifted the bottom of his shirt up so he could see the way he made her his. He loved watching as his dick hammered into her, but what he loved more, was her willingness to please him, make him feel needed…make him feel wanted. Pansy Parkinson seemed to know exactly what he desired to feel in control. She was the best thing to happen to him in a long time and whatever she wanted…he would give her, even if that meant being rough when it went against everything he believed in.
Although, he couldn’t deny that the current event gave him a thrill he never thought he would receive in his life. The feeling electrified his senses and aroused him further, causing him to pound harder and faster into his witch until the sensation ignited a spark in his soul and he loudly spilled his seed deep into her core. Panting heavily, Harry briefly laid his head down on Pansy’s’ back as she herself tried to catch her breath and smiled happily.
“Are you okay?” she breathed out while closing her eyes, enjoying the moment.
“Do you even have to ask?” he queried while pulling out of her, allowing her to right herself and turn around. “God, you’re amazing…” he declared while gazing affectionately at her face, avoiding his sight from lowing to her plump breasts because he wanted her to know that what he felt, had nothing to do with the sex they just had.
Thrown off guard and completely speechless, Pansy hastily gripped Harry’s cheeks and pulled him into a searing kiss before wrapping her arms around his neck as he lowered them both to the hard ground.
September of 1888
“Draco…” Hermione muttered as he climbed on top of her, exhilarated that his dreams were finally becoming reality.
“Yes, love…” he whispered as he leaned in and kissed her neck.
“When…when we get home…”
“I’m going to stop you right there” he proclaimed as he pulled back some and brushed her light curls away from her face. “I’m not going anywhere, Princess…I’m yours, forever. No matter where we may be, you are my home.”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you…”
“What’s that, my love?”
“Home…” she stated in a single breath as she gazed up into his ocean-grey eyes. “I-I don’t know what’s going to happen in this era or the next two…but what I do know, is that I-I can’t sleep without you. Once we get home, our lives are never going to be the same, but knowing that I get to sleep next to you every night…”
“You want to live together…” he questioned, though more as a statement.
“It-it doesn’t have to be right away, I just…I drew up a plan for a house I wanted to build once school was over and-”
“Yes…” he answered before she had a chance to finish her sentence. “Whatever you want, Princess, I’ll do it” he claimed as he searched her elated eyes. “I don’t care if we live in a shack, although I have enough money to buy you multiple mansions…I would gladly live with you.”
“Really?” she beamed, but he could tell she was only asking to make sure she heard him correctly.
“Really, love…” he confirmed with a tender smirk. “I love you, Hermione, and I wasn’t really planning on letting you go once we returned home. I don’t care if I have to hex the shite out of Weaselbee to keep you; I’m never giving you up.”
“Promise…” she whispered as her fingers grazed his pale skin.
“I promise, my love. As long as you always remember…I don’t love you, and I always will.”
“That makes no sense, but…I’ll take it” she smiled as he leaned down and devotedly kissed her. He was hers and she was his…and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. “Draco…?” she uttered through the affectionate hold he had on her.
“Yes, dear.” Placing his forehead against hers, he sighed restlessly as he awaited her next question.
“You said you would make love to me now…” she stated, making him chuckle as that was the last thing he had expected her to say.
“You’re right, love…”
“Soo…” she grinned while biting her lower lip and spreading her thighs before wrapping her legs around his waist.
“That’s not how this is going to go” he smirked, causing her to tilt her head in puzzlement before he reached for her right leg and removed it from his waist before he rested her ankle on his left shoulder. “I want you to experience it all, Princess” he whispered while leaning down and pecking her lips with his. “I want you to feel every inch of me inside you. I want to hear you moan my name over and over again as we climax together” he spoke softly before once again pecking her lips. “I want to feel your body shudder below me as I drive into you…I want you to know how much I love you.”
Placing his hardened dick at her wet entrance, Hermione inhaled a sharp breath as she realized exactly how much she loved the man on top of her. She was pissed at herself for not expressing her feelings sooner but in that moment…everything made sense. Their relationship was nothing like her friends, and with their history, trust was important. If they didn’t build on that first, their first time together wouldn’t be as meaningful as it was now. She loved him, more than words could say and she trusted him…with all her heart.
As their eyes connected and spoke the silent words they both needed to hear, Draco slowly entered his witch, causing a growl to emit from his throat while Hermione moaned into his mouth as she pulled him close and kissed him. Breathing heavily as a nervous feeling began to engulf him out of nowhere, Draco gulped slightly as he stared down at the Gryffindor under him. He had waited for this very moment for a while and it wasn’t until Hermione gazed up at him, that he realized why he was so anxious.
It was the first time in his entire life, that he was making actual love to a woman and not just fucking her because he was horny. He had no idea what the hell he was doing, however, he wasn’t about to let her know that. Thinking about the way he would have normally plowed into her, he took that thought, and slowed it down. Steadying himself as his arms shook, he inhaled a deep breath as she tightened, fitting around him perfectly as if she were the missing puzzle piece he had lost years ago. She felt so warm and inviting and he struggled to control himself from bursting too soon as she wiggled a bit beneath him.
After getting himself under control as Hermione caressed the side of his face, Draco pulled out slightly before slowly pushing himself back in, filling her again as they held each other’s gazes. She was the one…She was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, the one he wanted to have a family with, grow old with, share a thousand memories with. Hermione Granger was the love of his life and he was hers. He knew he was. The way she stared into his iris’s as if he were the only man in the world, left him speechless and he couldn’t get enough.
Never did he think he would find someone like her and yet there she was, under him, enjoying the pleasurable steady thrusts he was providing her. She had always been there, and he never once thought to look up and treat her the way she had deserved to be treated all those years ago. But no longer…No longer was he going to mistreat her, no longer was he going to doubt her or mindlessly fight with her…no longer was he going to fear she would leave him. He loved her with everything he had, and he was going to protect what was his…at all cost. Little did he know, that in the end, his love for the Gryffindor Princess…would eventually cost him everything.
@Saxman66- Thank you for your review! About Harry and the cooking, yes, he did cook while growing up but nothing compared to the lavish dishes Pansy can make or is used to eating. And I'm so glad you agree with the way he would have acted given how his life was not normal. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and hopefully I can stop delaying in my writing lol. I really want to get this story finished so I can break out the others filling my head, however, that does not mean I will slack on the writing haha. That is a promise.
IMPORTANT AN- So unfortunately work has become too much. I hate doing this to you guys because I know how much you love this story, but I have to delay chapter 29. I am going to set up a new posting schedule that will hopefully get me back on track and give me the much-needed time to write out each chapter. I’ve become stressed between being the only grooming salon allowed to be open in basically a ten mile radius, which means I am taking way more dogs than normal, trying to write this story, and still find time to sleep and do the things I used to love to do. My mental capacity right now is shot.
I know I have received new readers and I love all the reviews you all have posted, which keeps me going, but I need to extend the time period I originally gave myself as it’s too short. Posting will now be every 1.5-2 weeks instead of every week. Those few extra days will greatly help me, and I hope you guys still continue to follow and read this fic. I am hoping, key word being hoping, to finish this story by mid-summer, if not the end of summer.
Now, because so many of you have asked:
I honestly did not anticipate scaring everyone with that last line in 28, so for that, I apologize. I can’t tell you what it means, but what I can say is that there is a deep meaning behind it and the answers you are seeking will come in the last era since that is technically the end. I can’t tell you much more than that.
Once things begin to slow down at work, I should be able to catch back up and go back to posting once a week. I honestly didn’t plan for this story to be so detailed, which has made it longer, and you guys shouldn’t have to suffer because I’m struggling to balance so many things at once. I still promise though, I will not, nor will I ever, abandon a story. It’s not in my blood to back down from a challenge, although I do need a small break so the story doesn’t lack.
Thank you all for your patience and just like last time, I will take this note down the day before 29 is posted. I am 100% going to make sure however, that it will be up for you at the latest next Sunday! And again, I am so sorry. Please stay safe out there!
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