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His White Queen: A Prequel	By : jsu1660n Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 18950 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: FEM SLASH & Language up ahead

Chapter Three

The sun had not yet risen when Hermione opened her eyes. It was early, almost morning, but she could care less what time it was. She could only focus on the soft, wet mouth gently sucking her clit and the shimmering pile of red hair centered between her thighs.

“Fuck,” she moaned, feeling every nerve ending come alive from Ginny’s maddening assault. She parted her thighs further and Ginny took it as an invitation to go lower. The girl’s tongue slipped between Hermione’s leaking lips and zeroed in on her tight hole, tasting her from the inside. “Oh god, Ginny, I’m going to come!”

Hermione’s body shook and shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She was still tingling when someone knocked on the door and opened it. Ginny froze underneath the covers, just as Hermione covered them both with a thick blanket.

Ron stumbled in rubbing his eyes like a toddler woken prematurely from his nap. “‘Mione, Mum says breakfast is ready.”

Underneath the covers, Ginny’s finger replaced her tongue leaving Hermione helpless to lie there and try not to enjoy it.

“All right then, Ron, I’ll be down in a minute,” she said, hoping he would take the hint.

“Mmm,” he grunted. He turned his back and was on his way out when he noticed Ginny’s bed empty. “Hey, where’s Gin?”

“I don’t know, Ron. I think she might be in the shower,” she said, her voice rising higher and higher as Ginny alternated between using her finger and tongue.

“I didn’t hear anything when I walked past,” he started to argue.

For fuck’s sake! What would it take to get rid of him?

Well, Meira chimed in. You are naked underneath the covers and he is still at that awkward stage. You might pay for it in the long run, but right now its your best bet of being able to enjoy uninterrupted coital bliss.

Following Meira’s advice, Hermione sat up in bed a little and let the cover fall just enough to show Ron the top of her left areola. His eyes stretched open so widely she could see the whites of his eyes.

“Ronald Weasley!” she said, using her best ‘Hermione Lectures’ voice.

“Merlin, Hermione! I’m so sorry!” he ran full speed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Just in time for Hermione to let go of the orgasm she was holding back. She moaned Ginny’s name and shuddered deeply as the girl slurped loudly between her legs. By the time Ginny came up from under the covers, her face was soaked with Hermione’s juices.

They locked eyes and neither could hold back her laughter. “Ginny, I wish you could have seen his face when he realized I was naked!”

“That’s what he gets, just barging in. But you know he’s probably going to tell Harry and then he’ll probably go five knuckle shuffle,” she giggled, giving Hermione the impression that it had nothing at all to do with that one wrestling move.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten your little game a few seconds ago.”

“I couldn’t help it. You taste so fucking good, ‘Mione,” she whispered, licking her lips.

Hermione blinked and gaped when she realized that Ginny was completely naked. She was red both upstairs and down and was dripping wet. She flushed under Hermione’s scrutinizing eyes.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked shyly.

“I do.” She motioned with her finger. “Come here.”

She watched Ginny’s curvy body crawl up hers, until she was straddling her face. She directed her to put her hands on the wall and lower herself down. At once, she started dripping on Hermione’s mouth. She darted her tongue out tasting the girl’s juices. She tasted pure and a bit salty. Hermione inhaled Ginny’s musky, feminine scent and wasted no time wedging her tongue between her lips. Ginny was so wet and soft. She was splayed open for Hermione like a blossoming flower. She felt Ginny’s thighs tremble and listened to her soft panting as she slid her tongue up and down her slit. Unconsciously, she started rocking in rhythm to Hermione’s tongue.

“That’s it, Gin, move for me,” she whispered.

Hermione reached up squeezing the soft globes of Ginny’s ass, enjoying how overheated her skin felt against her hands. She moved up to her hips, up her stomach, until her breasts rested in her palms.

“Yes,” she moaned.

She gripped and rolled Ginny’s hardened nipples between her fingertips lapping up the fresh juices that flowed out of her pulsing cunt.

Hate to ruin you gals’ fun, but the Mother Hen will probably be bustling into the bedroom to see what’s taking so long and unless you want her to see you pleasuring her baby girl, you should probably skip the scenic route and wrap this up, ‘Mi.

Hermione growled mentally knowing Meira was right. Hermione removed her tongue and wrapped her lips around Ginny’s beautifully pink and swollen clit. The girl sucked in a harsh breath above her and leaned back so that she could finger Hermione while she pleased her. Hermione’s moans vibrated through Ginny. She gasped and quickened the pace of her pumping finger. Just seconds before Hermione allowed herself to come she let her teeth lightly scrape over Ginny’s clit giving her an earth shattering climax.

Hermione gave Ginny just enough time to catch her breath before bustling her out of the room to shower and get ready. While she was gone, Hermione summoned her journal and wrote about her latest dream at the manor.

By the time Ginny and Hermione made it downstairs, Ron was studiously avoiding Hermione’s eyes and was as red as his hair, while Harry smirked in his pancakes.

“Not one word,” she whispered, taking the chair beside him.

“What did I say?” he asked, his green eyes showing both innocence and mischief.

Twenty minutes later, Hermione, Harry, and the Weasley’s were walking through the woods when they met a very handsome boy who looked to be in the same year as Fred and George. He was with a man Hermione assumed to be his father.

The boy introduced himself as Cedric Diggory. Now Hermione remembered him. He was a Hufflepuff. She had seen him in the library and even shared a table with him once or twice. But she had never really noticed how his hair seemed to be just as unmanageable as Harry’s, only Cedric’s hair was the color of bronze. She never noticed how perfectly sculpted his face was, like he was made directly in the image of the Gods. She completely missed how bright a brown his eyes were or how pink and soft his lips looked.

“Oh, my,” she heard Ginny murmur on her left. “You know when I borrowed those Twilight books from you, I could almost envision Edward Cullen. In my mind, he would look nothing like Diggory, but if they ever cast him, I’m sure I could adjust,” she whispered.

“Indeed. Hello, Cedric,” she said, shaking his hand. “I’m—.”

“Hermione Granger. I remember.”

Hermione blushed prettily. “I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself sooner.”

“It’s all right. Quite the studious little bookworm you are,” he winked.

Was he flirting with her?

Yep. What are you going to do about it?

“Well, the same could be said for you. Most who choose to be my tablemates yield before dinnertime. You, however, seemed to have the stamina of a Ravenclaw, Mr. Diggory,” she teased with an inviting smile.

“I do what I can, Miss Granger,” he bowed as she giggled.

An amused cough filled the air and they saw Harry and the Twins holding back their smiles while Ron looked as dark as a red pepper.

“Seeing as how it slipped your notice, everyone else is waiting for us at the portkey.”

Ginny slipped her arm in Hermione’s and led her away. “You didn’t tell me you knew Cedric,” she whispered accusingly.

“I don’t know him, know him, Gin. We just studied a few times at the same table in the library,” she defended.

“You should have told me! I would have loved to rub it in that smug little twit’s face.”

“Who?”

“Lavender.”

“Lavender Brown?”

“Yeah, apparently the little Hag has it in her mind that she has a crush on Harry and you are distracting him from noticing any other girls by hanging on him and hugging and kissing him all the time.”

Well, that was an interesting bit of news. Her own housemate was making derogatory comments behind Hermione’s back. Very interesting. Hermione wondered what kind of expression she was wearing, because Ginny quickly stuttered out an explanation.

“B-but she’s just being stupid, ‘Mione,” she laughed nervously. “She’s one of those girls who doesn’t understand that a girl can be affectionate with a bloke without trying to get into his pants.”

“Let’s worry about that later. Right now, I have the feeling that we are in for a bumpy landing,” Hermione said, eyeing the boot that sat at the top of the hill.

“All right, everyone, gather around,” Mr. Weasley said.

Hermione unhooked her arm from Ginny’s and Ron came to stand on her left. She rolled up her sleeve and took her wand from her pocket.

“Jeez, Hermione, do you have to bring that thing with you everywhere?” he exclaimed, jumping back from her when she revealed Baltazar coiled comfortably around her left arm.

“Yes, Ron, I do.” She placed a cushioning charm on her familiar as well as a couple of protective spells, completely oblivious to the awe filled looks she was getting from everyone.

“Merlin’s Beard!” Mr. Weasley exclaimed. “Nonverbal spells, Hermione?”

She glanced up and blushed when she realized everyone was staring at her. “Just something I was studying this summer. Do you think we should protect our wands in case we, well, fall?”

“A wonderful idea, Miss Granger!” Mr. Diggory beamed.

After everyone placed cushioning charms on their wands so they wouldn’t have to suffer through the same affliction as Ron had to contend with, with his wand back in second year, they gathered around the old boot and touched one finger to it.

Hermione felt an unpleasant pull behind her navel and suddenly, they were all off in the air with the world visibly spinning around them in a large gust of wind.

“Okay, everyone!” Mr. Weasley called, gathering their attention. “Let go!”

“WHAT?” they answered.

“Let go!” he repeated.

“I am going to regret this,” Hermione muttered. Against her better judgment, she took her finger off the boot and held back a scream as she plummeted what seemed like several feet towards the ground. She landed none-too-softly against what felt like a body and left out an, “oof!” when another body landed on her back.

“Hermione, this all so sudden,” Fred or maybe George said beneath her, wiggling his eyebrows.

She couldn’t help but notice the long haired Weasley admiring her cleavage that was practically resting on his face.

“Oh, shut it,” she huffed.

“Well, now that is not very ladylike, Hermione, now is it, Fred?” George breathed in her ear.

Oh, wow, you’re in the middle of a Weasley sandwich ‘Mi!

Hermione squirmed a bit and was pleased to notice their prominent wands digging into both her stomach and lower back. “Now boys,” she whispered, just loud enough so that only they could hear. “We should get moving. After all, we do live in the same tower and there will be plenty of time to explore such…endeavors during the school year.”

George gulped loudly behind her and Fred visibly shuddered underneath her.

“Okay, okay, get off her, you beasts,” Ginny said as Harry helped George off her back.

Once everyone was situated, they watched a bit enviously as Cedric, his father, and Mr. Weasley came floating from the sky as if they had wings growing from their spines.

“Showoff,” she muttered, playfully bumping Cedric’s shoulder as she passed him.

“You wound me, Miss Granger,” he teased, tugging on a loose strand of her hair.

The Weasley’s and the Diggory’s parted ways in the camp and went to their respective tents. Hermione and Ginny had their own wing with full-sized beds. While Ginny unpacked, Hermione let Baltazar rest on her bed. She sat in front of the mirror and removed the band from her wild lion’s mane.

“Gryffindor indeed,” she sighed.

There is nothing wrong with your hair, ‘Mi. It is a very beautiful color.

“But it’s too wild. It always looks like I’ve been shagged three ways from Sunday.”

And that is a bad thing? Meira laughed. Okay, if you feel that strongly about your hair, take your wand, do a swish and then a flick of your wrist and say Capillum Rectum.

“Are you sure? It’s not going to make me bald is it?”

‘Mi, when people look at you, it is as if they are looking at me. Now, do you honestly believe I would allow myself to become bald?

“No. How long will the charm last?”

Until you say the counter.

“Okay,” she sighed. “Here goes nothing.” Hermione performed the spell and gasped. Her once unruly, mane transformed into straightened caramel locks that fell past her shoulders. It was softer than it had ever been and had a modest gloss to it.

Ginny stood behind her, running her fingers through her new hair. “You look so beautiful, Hermione.”

She grinned, recognizing the look in Ginny’s eye. “Come on, we have some time before the game starts,” she said, pulling her over to the bed.

An hour later, studiously ignoring the longing looks Ron was giving her, they set off to meet up with the Diggory’s at the stadium. There were at the very least 90,000 witches and wizards present.

“I see you made it,” Cedric said from behind her.

“Of course, it was a little hard to miss it.” She blushed when she noticed Cedric’s eyes sweeping over her. She borrowed one of Ginny’s yellow halter blouses. She wore her hair loose and let it hang around her shoulders.

“My house colors suit you, Hermione,” he winked.

“Blimey, Dad, how far up are we?” she heard Ron say.

“Well, put it this way, if it rains, you will be the first to know,” came the smug voice of one Lucius Malfoy.

“Here comes trouble,” Cedric said grimly not missing how Draco Malfoy was openly staring at Hermione.

“Let’s go see,” she said. She took her place in between Harry and Ron as she did whenever they dealt with the restless serpents who so happen to be slithering closer.

“Father and I are in the minister’s box…by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself.”

The trio exchanged amused glances that seemed to irritate the blond brat.

“Don’t boast, Draco,” his father lectured. “There’s no need with these people.”

“These people?” Hermione said, turning to Harry.

“Just let it go, ‘Mione.” He shook his head and took her arm to lead her and the Weasley’s away when Lucius Malfoy caught Harry’s coat with his cane to hold him in place.

“Do enjoy yourself, won’t you?” he sneered. “While you can.”

Harry wrenched his coat away just as Hermione said, “I’d check all of my pockets, Harry. Lord Malfoy seems to have quite the nasty habit of slipping unsuspecting students cursed objects.”

Everyone paused at Hermione’s challenging words knowing there was about to be an episode, while Meira rubbed her hands together at the prospect of an altercation.

Draco Malfoy stepped closer until he and Hermione were almost eye to eye, though he had to look up to meet her eyes because she was up on a higher level.

“How dare you insult my father, you filthy little Mud—.”

His eyes widened when he felt the tip of Hermione’s wand pressed underneath his chin. He hadn’t even noticed her pull it out.

“We are not at Hogwarts right now, Draco Malfoy. Call me a Mudblood and I will make sure you lose your tongue,” she warned.

Lucius Malfoy who had been staring strangely at the first non-ministry official to call him by his rightful title in years snapped out of his stupor and snatched his son back from the girl and placed himself before her wand.

“You dare threaten a Malfoy, girl?”

“Yes, would you like an encore?” she said, refusing to lower her wand.

He smirked. Either the girl had a set of brass or she was not as intelligent as his son claimed. “You are a true Gryffindor, Miss Granger. But let me remind you, there will come a day when you and your kind will yield to a higher power and when that day comes—.”

“When that day comes, you will be surprised to learn your true place,” she leaned closer so that only he could hear. “And I doubt that Power will be pleased to learn of your Imperius claims,Luciusss,” she hissed.

Lucius Malfoy took a step back as the girl spoke of things she should have no knowledge of. The way she said his name…it was as if the chit was channeling the Dark Lord.

“Father?” Draco questioned looking from his father to Hermione to his father again.

Lucius Malfoy, realizing that he and the girl had drawn attention to themselves, put on his best sneer and straightened his robes. “Control your ward, Weasley. I would hate to have to report you both to the minister for threatening my son and I.”

“Come on, ‘Mione. They’re not worth it,” Harry said, gently laying his arm across her shoulder to lead her away from the still startled Malfoys.

“All hail, Hermione,” George exclaimed.

“For she is our Queen,” Fred bowed.

“Defender against all things, Malfoy, hail, hail, Hermione!” they said, bowing dramatically.

“Cut it out, you two,” she giggled, but then sobered quickly when she saw the worry in Mr. Weasley’s eyes. “Mr. Weasley, I am so sorry if my actions caused you unjust trouble from the ministry.

“Nonsense, dear, I will be fine. It’s you that I am worried about. Lucius Malfoy is very resourceful with a lot of power. That makes him a dangerous man. He already has Harry and my children in his sights. We don’t need you becoming a target as well.”

“As long as I have Harry by my side, Mr. Weasley, being a target does not frighten me in the least.”

Harry smiled brightly and gave her a big sloppy kiss on her cheek. “Gross, Harry!” she laughed, shoving him away.

“I said it once, and I will say it again. You’re a little scary sometimes, brilliant, but scary,” Ron said with a slight shudder.

You do realize that once you get back to Hogwarts, the Malfoy child will make it his mission to destroy you.

“There isn’t exactly anything I can do about it, though.”

There is one thing.

“No.”

Listen to me, ‘Mi. There is a reason that the Sorting Hat only touched the tips of Draco Malfoy’s hair before shouting out Slytherin. If he was not such a bloody coward, I would say that he was an heir of Slytherin. He will try to get you when you are alone. And I’m sure it did not miss your notice the way he was staring at you tonight. What better way for a wealthy arrogant Pureblood to put a Mudblood in her place? Please, ‘Mi. I can’t do much to protect you. But I can do this. Please.

“Fine, you can do it when I board the train to Hogwarts and not a minute sooner.”

Hermione was less than thrilled over the idea of using Meira’s telepathy, but if it would protect her from Malfoy’s revenge she would just have to bear with it.

Ginny seated her beside Cedric and gave her a conspiring wink. “I hope I didn’t frighten you too much.”

“On the contrary, Hermione,” he whispered in her ear. “I found your actions very sexy.”

“Really? Then tonight was not a total loss.”

Cornelius Fudge made an opening speech and introduced the teams. Of course before the teams came out, the Veelas flew around and the Twins had to stop Ron from leaping to his death to follow one that came too close.

Ugh, absolutely no self-control. He is the one you want as a boyfriend, ‘Mi? Seriously?

Fortunately, Cedric, the Twins, and Harry all seemed to have better self-control. Even Ginny seemed disgusted by her brother.

“Sure, they are attractive, Ron, but don’t you know your history? What do you think they look like underneath that pretty package?” she scoffed.

Cedric refused to let Hermione read any of the books she shrunk in her pocket and started explaining everything and answering every question she had about Quidditch without making her feel like one of those stupid girls who knows nothing about sports.

“Do you fly at all, Hermione?”

“No, I like to keep my feet planted firmly on the ground thank you very much.”

“Ah, but you miss so much that way. Why won’t you let Harry teach you?”

Hermione snorted. “Have you seen the way Harry flies?”

“Hey!” Harry yelled from a couple seats over. “I heard that, Hermione.”

“Good, take it as a hint. You fly like an owl on crack!”

Harry stuck his tongue out at her as the others laughed.

After what felt like hours to Hermione, the game ended with the Irish winning over the Bulgarians. On the way back to the tent, Ron ranted and raved about how wonderful a flyer Viktor Krum was. He called him an artist.

Cedric pulled her back and let the others wander ahead of them. “I had a great time with you tonight, Hermione.”

“So did I, Cedric.”

“Um, I was wondering if, maybe you wanted to take a walk with me?”

“Sure.”

She let him take her hand and lead her away from the tents towards the trees. He stopped suddenly, bracing her back against a tree. “I will be honest with you, Hermione. I have a girlfriend, but I really like you.”

She smiled and pulled him closer by his shirt. “What happens at the Quidditch World Cup…”

His lips crashed onto hers and she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding softly into his hardening erection. She felt his cold hand slip underneath her blouse and fondle her breasts. She pulled away from his mouth so that she could breathe and moaned loudly when he sucked her neck, finding her sweet spot. She felt herself growing wet as Cedric pinched and squeezed her nipples.

“Cedric, so good!” she moaned, entwining her hands in his wild hair. She tugged his hair and he groaned, grinding even harder into her. He accidentally bit her tongue and the pain sent her over the edge. She screamed her climax in his mouth as he thrust against her center once more before spilling into his pants.

“Fuck,” he panted, setting her on her feet. He kissed her softly once more before performing a cleansing charm on them both. “We should probably get back before they send a search party.”

“Yeah,” she said, adjusting her shirt. He walked her to her tent and kissed her lips before dashing off into the darkness. She tried to creep inside the tent, unnoticed, but of course…

“And just where have you been?” Ron glared, folding his arms across his chest. Looks like he was completely down from his Viktor Krum high.

“Well, looking for you of course!” she exclaimed. “I couldn’t find you anywhere, Ron. You left me,” she said, lips trembling like she would cry.

“Oh, hell, Hermione, don’t cry. See, I’m right here,” he said, pulling her into a hug. She looked over his shoulder and saw Harry and Ginny snickering in their hands. “Hermione, why is there bark in your hair?” he said, pulling back from her.

“Well, you see, Ron, I—.”

Mr. Weasley saved her from a long drawn out explanation by rushing into the tent ordering everyone out. The people were in a scrambled panic outside. Men in cloaks and masks marched towards the crowd.

Death Eaters.

“Shit!” Hermione grabbed Harry’s hand, trying to hold on to him, but the crowd carried them in opposite directions. “Harry!”

“Hermione!” he yelled, sounding further and further away.

Hermione let the crowd carry her away and then maneuvered out of it towards a tree. She circled back around ignoring the Weasley’s shouting for her. She ran and ran until she found Harry. He was on the ground backing away from a man who had his wand drawn and was approaching steadily. A man dressed in all black with a long black leather jacket.

“STUPEFY!” she yelled. The curse missed the man by inches.

“Hermione!” Harry said, placing her behind him.

The man laughed loudly. The sound was grating with a bit of hysteria leaking into it. “Do you think your childish spells can hurt me, little missy?”

For every step the man took towards them, Harry took two back. “Harry,” she breathed in his ear. “Slowly, slowly draw your wand.” Hermione raised her wand ready to use something with a little bit more force if he came any closer.

“Stay back,” Harry warned, wand in hand.

“Always the hero, Potter,” he laughed. “Who’s the pretty little thing you’re hiding there?”

“Leave her out of this! Why don’t run back to your master before the minister of magic gets here!”

The crazed man snarled when Harry mentioned Voldemort. “Perhaps, I will, but allow me to leave you with a parting gift…MOSMORDE!” he shouted, pointing his wand to the sky. A green jet shot from the tip, not unlike the Killing Curse and a large serpent slithering from the mouth of a skull spread forth. The snake writhed and hissed as it glowed. It was as grotesque as it was beautiful.

The Dark Mark.

Harry, groaned clutching his scar. He lowered to his knees. Hermione looked up and saw the man staring at her with a twisted smile. “I’ll see you soon, girlie.”

He Apparated with a loud crack just Ron came rushing over to them. “Where have you two been? I’ve been looking all over!”

“Get down!”

Just as they ducked down multiple stunners came their way.

“STOP! That’s my son!” Mr. Weasley said, shoving past the Aurors and their drawn wands. “Harry, Hermione, Ron, are you all alright?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, still rubbing his scar. He let Hermione pull him in a sitting position on the ground so she could massage his temples to alleviate his pain.

“Who did it?” A very jittery looking man with a Hitler mustache and a bad hat said waving his wand in their faces. “Which one of you cast the Dark Mark?”

“The Dark Mark?”

“It’s his mark, Harry.”

“Voldemort’s?”

“Yes.”

“Barty, you can’t seriously think that these kids had anything to do with this,” Mr. Weasley argued.

“There was a man,” Harry said. “Over there.” He pointed to where the crazed man had been a few moments ago.

“But he Apparated before you all showed up,” Hermione said, still massaging her friend’s temples.

“Did you see what he looked like?” one of the Aurors questioned.

“No,” Harry said, before Hermione could answer. “It was too dark and he was too far away. He didn’t see us. He just shot the mark in the sky and Apparated away.”

“Come on, you three. We need to get home.”

Hermione gave Harry a hard look. He nodded sharply, a silent promise of an explanation to come as to why he just lied to the Aurors.
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