Love Bites | By : Bubblesoflove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 20921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from writing this story. |
Chapter 5: It’s a bitch to wash out
Hermione
moaned as she reached a hand out to her left only to encounter empty cool
sheets. Opening her eyes, confused and sleepy, she noticed that her lover was
no longer in bed with her.
“Harry?”
Hermione sat up, rubbing one eye with a hand while the other one held the
sheets close to her bare chest. She looked around till she spotted Harry
sitting on the chair, looking out of the window.
“You should
be sleeping,” Harry told her, not once startled or turning her way.
“You’re not
in bed with me,” reminded Hermione as she slipped off the bed, wrapping the
sheet around her body before she moved over to Harry, sliding a hand over his
tense shoulder, “Nightmares?” She slid herself into his lap, her hand that was
on his shoulder moved over to his neck so she could play with the thick hair at
the nape.
“They
basically raped us,” Harry growled out, still looking out of the window, “They
raped our minds, changing our memories to suit their needs.”
“We got our
memories back,” soothed Hermione and Harry turned to look at her.
“They took
our memories Hermione, everything we did – we lost most of our lives because of
them,” Harry reminded and Hermione sighed.
“Well get
them back, Harry, I promise you,” she cupped his cheek, stroking the soft skin.
“They will regret that they tried to change our memories and tear us apart.”
“Hm,” he
turned to look at her. “How are you feeling? I did take a lot of blood from
you.” Hermione shook her head.
“I’m fine,”
she assured him. “You didn’t take as much as you did back in third year.” Harry
nodded before he leaned in and kissed her. Hermione moaned as she shifted
slightly.
“We could
have been doing this since our fifth year,” Harry whispered in her ear as his
hand slid up her body. One hand cupped her sheet-covered breast while the other
slid around her body. “I could have taken you in all the ways I had been
imagining since I started having dreams about you. Fucking you hard and fast
that you wouldn’t remember your name.”
“Oh…please…”
she pleaded as Harry ripped the sheet away from her body, baring him completely
to his eyes and his eyes only. Hermione shifted in his arms so she was
straddling him, his cock pressing against her opening but Harry made sure one
of his hands were on her hips, preventing her from taking him.
His other
hand played with one of her nipples, brushing his head over her core, teasing
her.
“Harry…fuck
me!” Hermione pleaded. Harry lost it as he stood up. Hermione squealed as she
wrapped her legs around his waist as Harry moved over the bed and knelt down on
it.
He pinned
her against the headboard and thrusted himself into her. Hermione moaned as she
arched her body into his, her breathing raspy as she watched Harry with dark
eyes. Harry smirked as he slowly pulled himself out before repeating the pace
entering her once more.
“Harry…”
Hermione moaned, pleading him to move faster but Harry just smirked, and he
just kept the pace up, knowing he was driving her crazy with desire.
Hermione was
going crazy; he was thrusting into her with a slow pace. She needed him to go
faster…she needed him to go harder. An idea came to her mind and she clenched
her walls as Harry entered her.
Harry
stopped and growled as he slammed all the way in before pulling out just to
repeat it once more.
“Yes!”
Hermione groaned as Harry moved his head down and took a nipple into his mouth,
nipping on it before sucking it, hard. Pleasure rippled through Hermione as
sweat dripped down her body, her hips moving with the rhythm.
“Come on
baby,” grunted Harry as he thrusted harder into her before his eyes caught
sight of the mark on her neck and knew what would push her over the edge. With
a growl, he sunk his fangs into her neck.
Hermione let
out a scream of pleasure as her nails raked down his back, her walls clenching
around him as she orgasmed. Her head hit the wall from where she threw back in
pleasure but Harry was not finished.
He pulled
himself out of Hermione and placed her on her knees on the bed before he turned
her around and bent her over.
“Wha…oh!”
gasped Hermione as Harry thrusted himself into her once more. Hermione’s
logical mind…the one that was working…instantly recognised the position as
doggy-style. Lavender and Parvati had mentioned that men liked that position. She never knew
that women could like it too. He felt much bigger when he was taking her this
way that she almost felt like she was going to split into two.
Harry
thrusted into her, taking her hard and fast, she moaned as her orgasm started
flaring up once more.
“Harder…”
she moaned as Harry felt his peak reaching.
“Mine,”
Harry sunk his fangs into her once more, drinking from her as Hermione slid a
hand into his hair, holding him to her neck as he spilled his seeds into her
just as she climaxed around him.
They slumped
onto the bed just as Harry dislodged his fangs from her neck. With a groan, he
rolled off Hermione so he was not crushing her and she turned her head to face
him.
“You…have…a
lot…of …fantasies,” she gasped out and Harry chuckled as he turned his head to
look at her. He brushed a strand of hair from her face.
“You don’t
like it?” he teased and she slapped him.
“Just a
little warning would be nice,” she teased back as Harry lifted a hand and the
sheets flew into his hand. He spread out over them once more as Hermione
cuddled into his side and they fell back to sleep.
Harry
blinked when the sunlight filled the room. Looking over at the window, he could
see the sun was high in the sky, indicating that it was after eight. Looking at
the warm body next to him, Hermione was still sleeping.
Leaning
over, he pressed a kiss to Hermione’s neck before sliding out of bed. Moving
over to the window, he pulled the curtains shut, blocking the sunlight, and
allowing Hermione some more sleep.
He reached
over to the chair, grabbed his jeans, and pulled it on his body, zipping and
buttoning it up. He grabbed the black shirt and pulled it on his body before
picking up the dog tags that was now lying on the ground, obviously fallen off
Hermione during the night.
He slipped
it around his neck, the familiar comforting weight around his neck before he
made his way out of the room, leaving Hermione alone in their bed.
Draco was tucking
into a bowl of cornflakes and milk while reading the papers in the kitchen when
Harry came in. Harry looked toward Draco to see him sitting at the large island
counter.
“Draco,”
Harry gave a short nod before he moved over to the sink.
“Harry,”
Draco looked toward the doorway before looking at Harry with an amused smirk.
“Did you wear the bookworm out?” Harry chuckled as he turned around to look at
Draco, resting the small of his back against the counter with a glass of water
in his hand.
“Wouldn’t be
a good vampire if I didn’t,” Harry reminded and Draco’s smirk turned into a
smile.
“Yeah, I
guess,” Draco said before sighing. “Is it true about Weasley?” Harry nodded and
Draco shook his head. “I never liked him before but even I thought he had
values and respects’ considering the fact his father is a muggle-lover.”
“He became
obsessed with the idea of getting the one thing I didn’t have – Hermione. I
have money and I’m famous so I’ve not to get the girl. Molly just wanted her
perfect happy Weasley family – me with Ginny, Hermione with Ron,” Harry
explained. “If I ever see them again, I’m ripping their throats out.”
“Mind if I
watch?” Draco asked and Harry grinned.
“You’re more
than welcome to join in,” Harry told him.
“Thanks but
I rather not get their blood on my clothes – it’s a bitch to wash out,” Draco
told him and Harry chuckled, amused.
“Hm, I
thought I heard voices,” a dreamy voice came from the doorway and they turned
to see Luna was making her way into the kitchen. She moved over to Draco, who
kissed her neck and Harry could see the bite marks on her neck.
“Morning,”
Harry greeted Luna and Luna grinned as she took a sip of Draco’s coffee before
making a face that it was too strong. Draco and Harry chuckled at the look on
her faces. Vampires liked their food strong because by being un-dead, their
taste buds were not as strong as it used to be when human. Harry and Draco
found that they could tolerate strong and mild food.
Hermione
sighed as she woke up. She rolled over onto her other side only to see that
Harry was no longer in the room with her. Startled, she sat up and searched the
room only to see that Harry’s jeans and top were missing and concluded that he
had gone down the stairs.
She pulled
herself out of bed, wincing as pain shot between her legs and smiled wryly to
herself. There was a reason why a virgin should always wait until after the
pain had gone before she slept with her boyfriend again.
She leaned
down and picked up her clothes. She pulled on her jeans and her jumper before
heading out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She made her way into the
kitchen and smiled when she saw the others.
“Morning,”
she greeted only for something to register as she saw Draco drinking from Luna
and she looked at Harry to see that he was not even surprise. He just reading
the newspapers and wondered just what else they had kept from her.
“Wait – how
are you not surprise that Luna is Draco’s mate or that Draco is a vampire?”
Hermione demanded as she moved over to Harry to sit down on his lap.
“Vampires
have a heighten sense – I can smell Draco over Luna,” Harry told her before nudging
his head toward the dog tags that was around Draco’s neck. “And we share the
same sire.” Hermione looked at Draco, shocked.
“Both of you
were bitten by the same person?” Draco nodded.
“I was
bitten at the age of five as punishment toward my father,” Draco explained.
Hermione frowned and Draco sighed. “Our sire has a lover. My father decided he
wanted the lover and Voldemort wanted her for her ability to see the future –
needless to say, our sire didn’t like what had happened and bit me out of revenge.”
“Your father
raped…” Hermione trailed off, feeling sick and Draco nodded.
“Yeah –
trust me, I wasn’t happy when I found out either. I wanted to smash his smug
face into the wall,” he growled.
“She has the
ability to see the future?” Hermione asked deflecting the conversation and
Harry nodded.
“Yeah – she
told my sire who then told my mum when she was sixteen that she would give
birth to the child that would bring Voldemort down. He even told her that she
would die and that there was a choice,” Harry explained. Even Luna was curious.
“Give up or jump in front of the spell, invoking the blood ritual.”
“Oh!”
understanding dawned on Hermione. “That’s why Dumbledore is so persistent about
you staying with the Dursleys.” Harry nodded and Hermione frowned again. “She
knew that she was going to die?”
“Yeah – she
even knew that my uncle would abuse me but she wanted me to be able to live my
life, to find love,” Harry explained, “That she begged my sire to change me
when the time came. It turned out that she researched everything there was
about vampires and came up a way for our sire to turn me into a half blood – a Dhampir.”
“Half human,
half vampire,” Luna murmured under her breath as all four of them lapsed into
silence.
********
Dumbledore
was sitting on his chair behind his desk once more, a letter in his hand when
he could sense someone coming up the stairs. Acting quickly, he opened the side
drawer and placed the letter in it, closed it and looked up in time to see the
door open.
“What’s happening?” Molly asked as
she made her way into the office with Ron, Ginny and the Order close behind
her. “Are we close to finding Harry and Hermione?”
“No.”
Dumbledore sighed with a troubled expression. “It appears that they have
disappeared off the radar.”
“How is that
possible?” queried Moody in his usually gruff manner.
“They have
either hid themselves away in an unplottable house or they are dead,”
Dumbledore told them, “As Voldemort hasn’t claimed himself as a victory yet, we
can safely assume that they are alive and hidden.”
“Where could
they have hidden themselves?” McGonagall asked, “Why have they hidden
themselves? Can they not trust us?” She felt sadden at the thought that her two
favourite students couldn’t ask them for help or trust them.
“It is obvious
that Harry felt he couldn’t trust any one of us to tell us that he was a
vampire,” Arthur spoke up before he sighed, “I only wish that we had made him
feel safer.” Ron just looked away, annoyed.
“We must dig
deep into his background,” Dumbledore stood up from his seat, “we must find out
who had sired Harry and when he was turned as the Dursleys have not mentioned
anything strange of Harry.” He got nods from everyone as each one left the
office, leaving only him and McGonagall.
“I hope they
will return to us when they are ready,” McGonagall said and Dumbledore smiled
assuredly at her.
“I’m sure
they will,” Dumbledore assured and she left the classroom. Dumbledore sat down
once more and pulled out the letter from his drawer, reading it with a displeased
frown.
‘Memory
charms? Molly is lucky I didn’t have her arrested on the spot,’ fumed
Dumbledore. He placed the letter on the desk, stood up, and paced the office
with Fawkes watching him. ‘If only I could contact their sire and let him know
what was happening. Those kids need him and they need him soon.’ He turned to
face Fawkes.
“What do I
do?” he asked. Fawkes just spread out his wings and Dumbledore chuckled. “Yes,
I know. I need to let them spread their wings. They are smart, after all, but I
cannot help but worry about them. They have become grandchildren in my heart.”
Dumbledore looked out of the window. “I just hope their sire knows of the
dangers that lie ahead and come to them in their time of need.”
*******
“What are you planning on doing?” a
slender red head woman sat up on the bed, the candle light making her skin
glow. Her breasts exposed as the white sheet fell down her body.
“I need to
check on them,” he told her, not turning to face her. All she could see the
back of his body and the short black hair.
“I do not
foresee any dangers yet,” she reminded him, her hand sliding up his bare back
and he turned his head, his blue eyes catching her green ones.
“You know as
well as I do that the future is never set,” he told her and she rolled her
eyes, amused.
“You worry
too much my dear.” She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, pressing her
breasts against his back.
“Not
enough,” he trailed a finger over the thin white scar on her neck and she
pulled his hand away from her.
“That was not
your fault – it was a pureblood who believed he was entitled to everything he
wanted despite what other people said,” she told him in a hard tone. “You
exacted your revenge by making his son a Dhampir; do not let it taint your
soul.”
“I still
want him dead,” he hissed, his face vamping out as he stood up, completely
bare. She lay back down on the bed, propping her head on her hand as she
watched his firm butt clench and unclench with his pacing.
“You will
get your chance,” she promised him as her green eyes slowly turned white and he
turned to face her. He walked over to the bed and knelt down beside it, taking
her hand in his.
“Tell me
what you see,” he encourage.
“I see Harry
making plans. He has Draco and their mates by their sides. They will bring about
an end to this war but they will do it in a way that no one would have ever
foreseen…he has found a way round the ‘Neither can live while the others
does’.” She described her voice ethereal.
“Are they in
any dangers right now?” he asked and she shook her head.
“No…he is
smart, he is keeping them away from Hogwarts for the moment…he knows that the
war has to be his top priority at the moment. I see Lucius and I see you
fighting with him…,” she whispered.
“Who wins?”
he asked but she gasped as the white faded abruptly and she closed her eyes. He
stood up and helped her to lie back completely on the bed. “Are you okay?” He
sat down on the bed.
“I am fine,
lover,” she assured him as she opened her eyes to reveal their usual green hue
and she cupped his cheeks. “That future is undetermined – it depends on if
Harry’s plans work.” He nodded.
“I will wait
until they need me but I cannot leave them in the dark too longer. They are our
children after all,” he warned and she nodded before tugging his head down so
they could kiss.
“How about
you tend to me?” she tempted and he grinned against her lips, intending to take
up on the challenge.
******
“What were
you planning on doing?” Hermione asked and Harry raked a hand through his black
locks.
“I’m not
going back to Hogwarts. Voldemort is a far more pressing need than learning.”
He got nods of agreement. “I was going to have a look in some places to get
clues.”
“Like
where?” asked Draco and Harry shrugged.
“Gringotts,
Knockturn Alley, the Ministry, and Hogwarts.” He listed. Hermione stared at him
for a moment before her eyes widen in disbelief.
“You’re
planning on breaking into them?” she hissed.
“Not
Gringott and Knockturn Alley. However, the Ministry and Hogwarts? Yeah.”
“What do you
expect to get from them?” Draco asked.
“Details
about Voldemort. I have a plan on what I’m going to do to him.” He shook his
head at their expecting looks. “I need to fully plan it out more.”
“You mean we
need to plan things out,” Hermione interjected and Harry looked at her, looking
guilty and she felt her rage build up.
“Actually, I
only made the plans for myself,” he admitted and saw the rage in Hermione’s
eyes. Draco and Luna were smarter and quick enough to get out of the kitchen
before Hermione could blow up.
“You were
planning on leaving me behind?” she demanded as she got off Harry’s lap and
paced the kitchen, her hands flying over the place. “Just like what you keep
trying to do over the last five years!” Harry’s eyes fell from her face to her
butt that swayed sexily when she was angry…man; he loved that ass. “If you
think I’m going to Hogwarts without you, you are sadly mistaken Harry James
Potter.” Hermione paced the room. Harry just reclined on his chair, enjoying
the sight of Hermione being pissy. “I have been through your side thick and
thin for the last 5 years and I will be damned if I go back to Hogwarts without
you!” she turned to face him only for her rage to come to a sudden halt when
she saw that Harry was eyeing her body lustfully.
“Oh…don’t
stop,” Harry motioned with his hand. “I like it when you get fired up.”
“I hate
you,” she muttered, lamely, as she slid into his lap. Harry just kissed the
side of her head.
“You are
going to have to stay here,” Harry, warned her and she looked up at him,
protests forming on her lips. Harry shook his head, cutting off her
protestations and showing that he was firm. “No, Draco and I are half vampires.
We can take care of ourselves but not when we’re worrying about you.”
“So I’ve
just to sit at home and wait for you?” pouted Hermione but Harry shook his
head.
“There’s a
library vault underneath this house – I want you to check it out to see if
there is any books that can help us,” Harry told her, smiling inwardly at the
delight lighting up her eyes. “You can go on and check it out.” She squealed,
kissed him before scrambling off his lap, and hurried over to the cellar door.
Flinging it
open, she hurried down the stairs only for a squeal of happiness to erupt from
her when she caught sight of the large library. It was even larger than
Hogwarts and filled from ceiling to floor bookcases with books.
Harry just
shook his head, amused and falling in love with his girl even more. He knew of
her love for books and, unlike the stupid red haired boy, he appreciated it –
he did know of the saying ‘it’s always the quiet ones’.
“Did you
tell her about the library?” Draco’s voice asked from where he was standing in
the doorway and Harry smirked.
“I like it
when my girl gets worked up,” Harry told him. Draco chuckled as he made his way
into the kitchen and sat next to Harry at the island counter.
“I can see
why.” Draco told him and Harry looked at him. “She smells differently when she
is surrounded by books…her blood smells richer due to her happiness and
excitement.” Harry grinned at the memories of him and Hermione making out a lot
in the library during their fifth year.
Breaking out
of his thoughts, he pulled a map of Diagon Alley so they could check out the
different shops they would need to check out in order to get clues.
“You sure
you wanna do this?” Draco asked and met Harry’s dark eyes.
“I want this
war finished,” he whispered and Draco nodded.
“I have your
back,” Draco promised and Harry grinned as both of them turned back to the map.
TBC
No – the red haired woman is NOT Lily – Lily is dead along
with James and Sirius – there will be not recurrence from them.
If only JK had made Draco good – Harry and Draco, both hot
and bad boys – everyone would have loved the books regardless of the shippings!
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo