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The Lady	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 23478 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 5
- 6
Arthur was waiting anxiously for Hermione’s arrival at the Burrow. He had spent the previous six days debating what he would say to her when he saw her, working out in his mind every possible route the conversation could take.
After his discussion with Lucius he had spent a lot of time locked away in his workshop, not exactly an unusual occurrence for him, but instead of working on his Muggle projects as he normally would he sat quietly and considered what he was going to do. He understood why Lucius wanted him to confront Hermione earlier rather than later but Arthur didn’t feel he could talk to her until he had some firm decisions made, at least in his own mind.
At first, he considered the possibility of convincing Hermione to carry on in the same way as they had before. While this was definitely the easiest option for him, meaning he wouldn’t have to make any difficult decisions, Arthur knew it was never going to happen and more importantly it wasn’t fair on either Hermione or him.
Hermione had ended the relationship because she couldn’t cope with things staying the way they were, whether or not she knew that was the case, and having realised that he was in love with her, too, Arthur didn’t want things to stay the same either.
Whichever way he looked at it, he had only two choices — the two choices Lucius had so succinctly mapped out for him — and as he spent evening after evening thinking about each of them he had realised that without Hermione’s agreement there might actually only be one way to go.
‘Where’s Hermione?’ Arthur asked Ron when his son arrived at the party on his own.
Ron looked a little uncomfortable. ‘She hasn’t been feeling very well all day so she told me to come without her.’
Arthur studied his son carefully, certain that there was nothing wrong with Hermione apart from her need to avoid a confrontation with him and possibly some remaining disappointment with her husband.
‘What’s the matter with her? Nothing serious, I hope?’
Ron shook his head dismissively. ‘Not really, she’s just been feeling generally unwell. It might be a stomach bug or something.’ He looked around at the other guests and confided quietly, ‘To be honest, Dad, I just don’t think she wanted to come. She’s been in a funny mood for a few weeks now.’
‘Has something happened between you?’ Arthur asked, making his voice sound concerned.
Ron looked annoyed. ‘Why must it be my fault? I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She’s been a bit broody recently but that’s no reason for her to go around sulking, is it?’
‘She wants a baby?’ Arthur asked, sounding astonished.
Ron looked uncomfortable again. ‘Well, I’m not sure about a baby, but she’s suddenly got a bit—’ He broke off as if not sure what to say.
‘But things are all right between you, are they?’ Arthur asked, playing the role of concerned father.
Ron shrugged; he was looking miserable now. ‘To be honest she’s been a bit depressed recently. I’ve tried talking to her about it but she just says there’s nothing wrong. I don’t know what else I can do. I think Hugo going to Hogwarts upset her a bit. It’s left her at a bit of a loose end. But we can’t afford another child, and to be honest, I don’t really want one, not this long after the others, and I don’t really know what else to suggest.’
‘Perhaps she just wants a bit of affection,’ Arthur suggested. ‘Have you been away a lot recently?’
Ron shook his head. ‘No. We’ve been dealing with a load of new stock in the shop, which was a bit crazy, but I’ve been trying to spend as much time with Hermione as I can.’ He sighed. ‘She seems to think we’re not having sex enough but I’ve been really tired after all that work, you know. I mean I do try but I don’t know, whatever I do just never seems to be enough at the moment.’
Arthur had to bite down on his response that Ron should try putting Hermione’s needs before his own for once and take an active part in giving her sexual pleasure. Instead, he patted his son’s arm sympathetically.
‘Do you think it’s worth me having a chat with her?’ he asked. ‘She might open up to me, or at least she’ll know there’s someone she can talk to if she wants.’
Ron made a snorting noise. ‘You can give it a try if you want, but don’t be surprised if she’s as off with you as she has been with me. As I said, I’ve got no idea what’s got into her.’
Arthur looked around the room. ‘I might go and have a talk with her now,’ he said mildly. ‘It seems like a good time with everyone else here. Maybe I can convince her to join us.’ He gave a smile.
‘Good luck with that. I wouldn’t hold my breath,’ Ron retorted. He wandered off to join Harry, who was talking to George.
Arthur put down the glass he was holding, realising his hands were shaking as he did so. Now, while the rest of his family and friends were busy celebrating George’s birthday, was the perfect time to go and see Hermione.
But what if she refused to talk to him?
Well, he was never going to find out by standing there. He looked around once more, spotting Molly surrounded by her children and grandchildren, and without waiting any longer headed out of the Burrow so he could Apparate to Ron and Hermione’s house.

Arthur knocked on the front door then waited. He hadn’t been able to decide whether he should be going through the front or back door but he was willing to try both. After a couple of minutes he knocked again, then when there was still no response he pushed open the letterbox and peered through it.
‘I know you’re in there, Hermione. Ron said you weren’t feeling very well so I’ve come to see if you’re okay. Can you open the door and let me in please, or do you want me to go round the back?’
He waited for another couple of minutes but there was still no sign of life. He dropped the cover of the letterbox, and standing up straight he set off round the side of the house until he reached the back door. He had to admit the house looked deserted, but just in case Hermione really was ill he pulled out his wand and whispered ‘Alohamora.’
Arthur grasped the handle of the back door and opened it. He stepped into the kitchen, remembering for a moment the last time he had been in there. He smiled as a vision of him and Hermione on the kitchen table wandered into his brain, but the smile died as he remembered, too, what had happened afterwards.
He left the kitchen and headed for the stairs and the master bedroom. There was no one there. Hermione wasn’t at home. Arthur knew where she was most likely to be and he wondered whether she had arranged to meet one of her men. If she had, it obviously wasn’t Lucius or he would surely have mentioned it as he had been expecting Arthur to talk to Hermione at the party.
For a moment he thought of the hulking troll, Greg Goyle, and hoped he wasn’t going to have to interrupt a session with him. It didn’t actually matter who it was, though, he had to talk to Hermione and the time to do so was now. Arthur left the house, using his wand to lock the back door again, then Apparated to Hermione’s flat.
On arrival, he almost pressed the buzzer for her flat automatically, but he had a feeling that if Hermione knew he was coming she would block him. Instead, he buzzed the flat below hers, talking apologetically to the owner about how he had forgotten the code for his daughter’s flat, playing at being a daft old duffer who would get yet another ear-bending from her if she knew he had forgotten the code.
The sympathetic tenant had buzzed him in, wishing him luck, and Arthur made his way to the correct floor in the silent lift. Upon reaching Hermione’s door he used a revealing spell on it to see whether it was warded. Having discovered it wasn’t, he opened it using the same spell he had used at her home.
As Arthur entered the flat he could see that the bedroom door was closed, meaning it was likely she was entertaining. He looked around as the house-elf, looking extremely agitated, came hurrying in his direction, its small face bearing an expression that was a mixture of anger and anxiety.
‘Is your mistress here?’ Arthur asked it.
The house-elf was trying to push him back towards the front door.
‘You should not be in here. You has not been invited,’ it kept saying.
Arthur bent down, grabbing hold of its arms as he looked it into its eyes. ‘Your mistress,’ he repeated.
‘You should not be here.’ The house-elf was getting distressed at its inability to get Arthur to leave.
‘Your mistress, is she here?’ Arthur asked frustratedly for the third time, then realised that knowing Hermione’s stance on house-elves she wouldn’t call herself mistress. ‘Is Hermione here?’ he asked the elf, then, when that had no response either he said, ‘The Lady . . . is the Lady here? I need to speak to her urgently.’
The house-elf looked worriedly towards the bedroom. ‘You should not be here. You is not invited. You must leave immediately.’
‘I need to see the Lady,’ Arthur insisted. ‘I’m not going anywhere until I speak to her.’
To the closed bedroom door, he shouted, ‘Hermione, I need to speak to you. I’m not leaving until you talk to me.’
‘You need to leave,’ the house-elf repeated, although it seemed to realise it was fighting a losing battle trying to get Arthur to move.
‘Hermione,’ Arthur said again more loudly, and ignoring the pushing of the house-elf he moved towards the bedroom door, which stayed resolutely shut.
He had just got there and was fighting to get to the handle when the door opened. Hermione stood in the doorway, completely naked, glaring at Arthur.
‘What do you want, Arthur?’ she asked coldly.
The house-elf released Arthur, and realising the front door was still open and that Hermione could be seen it rushed over to close it.
‘I need to talk to you,’ he replied. He was trying to ignore the fact that Hermione was naked but it was impossible. Already he could feel the arousal building from being near her again and he had to fight the urge to just grab her and kiss her. ‘Are you entertaining?’
Hermione looked at him sardonically. ‘What does it matter? You’ve broken in here determined to see me regardless of what I’m doing. Why should you care whether I’m busy or not?’
‘I’m not leaving,’ Arthur told her. ‘So if you’ve got company I suggest you get rid of them so we can talk. I’ll wait in the other room if you don’t want me to see them, or vice-versa.’
Hermione’s eyes narrowed at this but she said, ‘As it happens I’m flying solo. My decision not to go to George’s party was a last minute one so I didn’t have time to arrange anything with anyone.’ She sighed loudly then said, ‘Let me get a robe and I’ll be with you.’
‘We can talk in the bedroom if you’d rather,’ Arthur told her, his voice husky with desire.
Hermione shook her head. ‘You’re so determined that we’ll talk, so we’ll talk. But I am not going anywhere near a bed with you, Arthur.’
She turned her back on him and disappeared into the bedroom, reappearing a few seconds later, wrapping a floral silk dressing gown around herself. She indicated the parlour, and not waiting for Arthur she walked in there and went to the table, picking up the decanter and pouring the contents into two glasses. She picked up the glasses and handed one to Arthur, who had joined her, then sat down on the edge of the loveseat as he sat down in the same chair he had sat in on his first visit to the flat.
‘So, what do you want to talk to me about so badly that you had to miss your son’s birthday party?’ Hermione asked. Her voice wasn’t any warmer than it had been when she had first spoken to him.
Arthur took a sip of his drink. ‘Why didn’t you come to the party, Hermione?’ He paused for a second then asked curiously, ‘Why were you naked if you haven’t got a companion here?’
Hermione shrugged as she sipped her own drink. ‘I think you know why I didn’t come to the party, Arthur. I didn’t want to see you, especially with Ron and Molly . . . and the rest of the family there too. It would have been rather difficult, considering the way things are.
‘As for being naked, it’s not really any business of yours what I do in my own home, but if you must know I was in the middle of masturbating. Just because I didn’t have anyone to play with doesn’t mean I can’t have fun, and I prefer to be naked when I do it. And don’t bother offering to help me out because the answer is no.’
Arthur frowned. ‘That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, your decision to end our relationship. I know it’s making you unhappy, Hermione, just as it is me.’
‘We don’t have a relationship,’ Hermione retorted loudly. ‘I made a mistake. I should have sent you away as soon as I realised who you were.’
‘It was what you wanted at the time . . . and me, too,’ Arthur pointed out. ‘I know things didn’t quite go the way we were expecting but we were definitely having a relationship. I love you as well, Hermione, and we can’t just ignore our feelings and pretend that what we had didn’t happen. We’re going to have to deal with it, otherwise it’s just going to continue to make us both unhappy.’
‘I don’t love you,’ Hermione said, the hand not holding her glass; the hand furthest from Arthur and down by her side had its fingers crossed as she said it. ‘You caught me at a bad time and I overreacted, that was all. It was clear that we had let things go too far so I had to end it. It was never meant to be anything more than frustration relief for both of us and it certainly shouldn’t have got to the stage it did.
‘You don’t love me either, Arthur, not really. You just got used to being with me regularly and because Molly doesn’t have sex with you anymore you transferred your affection to me. If we had continued the way we were going something awful would have happened, I’m sure of it. We would have ended up getting caught, and I really can’t afford for that to happen.
‘I know you’re disappointed because you’re not having sex regularly any longer but it’s honestly for the best. If you need relief that badly you should find someone else to give you what you need. I’m sure it wouldn’t be too hard to find someone . . . you’re a handsome man and extremely considerate when you make love.’
Arthur put his glass down next to his chair then moved to kneel in front of Hermione. He looked at her avidly as he reached out to take her hand, taking her glass, too.
‘I don’t want anyone else, Hermione. I’m in love with you — truly in love — and I believe you’re in love with me, too, regardless of what you’re saying now. From what Lucius tells me, the way you’ve been acting with him and the amount of time you’re spending with Goyle certainly indicate that you’re in denial, and I know that however much you think you love Ron you’re not happy with him. If you were you would never have looked outside your marriage for satisfaction in the first place, let alone taken it to the stage where you entertain multiple lovers.
‘The same is true for me with Molly. Yes, I love her, but after all these years it’s more as a friend than anything else. But with you, it’s completely different. When I’m with you I never want to leave. I enjoy every single moment we spend together, not just the sex but our conversations too. Being with you makes me happy, ecstatic even, but being separated from you is miserable and painful and the last few weeks have been completely unbearable.
‘You can try to pretend as much as you like, but I know you were speaking from the heart when you told me you loved me, just as I am now. I love you, Hermione, and I honestly don’t care how much trouble it causes with the rest of the family. I want to be with you, want to make love to you whenever you want, I want to give you everything that Ron can’t.
‘But it would hurt everyone so much,’ Hermione said unhappily.
‘At first, yes it will,’ Arthur admitted. ‘But eventually they’ll get over it and they’ll either accept what’s happened or they’ll cut us loose to get on with it on our own — and you and I don’t need anyone else to make us happy. But if we don’t do this, if we don’t admit how we feel about each other, we are always going to be unhappy, Hermione. You could marry Lucius, or Draco, or even that bloody Goyle if he’s what you think you need, but believe me, it won’t stop you thinking about me, just as I spend every minute of every day thinking about you.
‘You won’t be able to stay with Ron because we both know that relationship is long dead however hard you’ve tried to keep it alive, and while you may still have feelings for him they are no more potent than the ones I have for Molly. I love you, Hermione, and I am not willing to let you go. I want you to be my wife and I will do whatever I have to do to make that happen.’
‘Oh, Arthur—’
Hermione was sobbing as Arthur took her in his arms, his mouth finding hers, stopping her from speaking. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back, unable to stop the wave of emotion that rushed through her.
‘I love you,’ Arthur said again when the kiss finished.
Hermione looked at him wetly, tears still running down her face. ‘I love you, too, but I’m so scared.’
‘No need,’ Arthur assured her. ‘We’ll face this together. As long as we’ve got each other that’s all that matters.’
‘I’ve missed you so much,’ Hermione admitted, pulling him up and leading him into the bedroom, her hands already working to remove Arthur’s robe. ‘It’s been awful without you.’
‘For me, too,’ Arthur said, his hands running lightly over Hermione’s body, fingers catching her nipples, his lips leaving butterfly kisses on her neck.
He gave a loud moan as Hermione grasped his erection, pumping it gently.
‘Gods, I want to fuck you,’ he said.
‘Not yet,’ Hermione told him. ‘This first. I want to do this.’
She dropped to her knees, her mouth swooping to swallow his cock, taking as much as she could without teasing, wanting nothing more than to give Arthur the pleasure she had withheld for so long.
Arthur moaned again. ‘You need to come and sit on my face. I want to eat you and I don’t want to wait.’
They moved to the bed, Arthur lying down on his back as Hermione moved on top of him, her mouth back on his cock as she lowered herself onto his tongue.
‘I’ve never done this before,’ he admitted.
‘It’s been quite a while for me, but I’m really enjoying it,’ Hermione said.
There was no more talking for some time as each of them focussed on trying to get the other to cum, almost as if they were in a race. Hermione won, changing position so she could better swallow Arthur’s cum. Once she released him he grabbed her, pushing her down so he could attack her slit again, ignoring her pleas for clemency as he forced her into orgasm after orgasm.
At last he released her, but only long enough to change position again, Arthur’s re-hardened cock plunging deep inside Hermione as she clung to him. His heart soared as she whispered again and again how much she loved him, her voice finally breaking as another orgasm sent her spiralling out of control, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that whatever happened in the future he had made the right decision.

Hermione lay in Arthur’s arms trying to imagine what it would be like to be this happy all the time. She had been so miserable after she had sent him away, not wanting to admit that it was Arthur not Ron that she was in love with, knowing she had completely ruined things by falling in love with him.
It was supposed to be fun — stress relief, as she had told him — but she had let herself get carried away and whatever she did next was going to hurt her. She had thought being away from Arthur would be enough but nothing she did, not even spending time with Greg, could stop her thinking about him and wishing that he was hers. But Arthur was married to Molly and had been forever, and even if he did love her as he had told her he did just before she sent him away it wouldn’t make any difference.
The only thing she could do was end it and hope that eventually the pain would diminish a little, although there was no way she could attend George’s birthday party. Seeing Arthur again so soon would rip her apart, especially when he was playing happy families with all his children and grandchildren, his wife at his side.
But Arthur hadn’t been willing to let it lie and he had come to find her and restated his love and, amazingly, had told her that he would end his marriage for her if she only had the nerve to go for it. Hermione tried to imagine what being with Arthur all the time would be like and the thought made her feel all tingly inside, although the idea of having to tell the rest of the Weasleys what they were doing made her feel sick.
The problem was, there wasn’t just Arthur to think about. As much as she loved him she also enjoyed the time she spent with her other ‘friends’ and she couldn’t believe that Arthur would be happy to let her continue in the way she had been, especially when he was talking about them getting married.
‘What’s the matter, my love?’ Arthur asked, a little worried that Hermione was so quiet.
‘What about this place?’ she asked.
Arthur frowned for a moment, not entirely sure what Hermione was asking. ‘What do you mean?’
‘If you and I . . . well, if we . . . what happens about my other friends?’
Arthur considered Hermione’s question. What would happen? Whenever he had thought about the two of them being together he had assumed that it would be just the two of them in a traditional relationship and eventually, hopefully, marriage. But actually, now that he came to think about it that sort of relationship didn’t work for Hermione, nor had it worked for him in the end.
Even with his great love of sex Hermione’s drive outstripped him by some way — the number of ‘friends’ she had outside of him proved that — and he was fairly sure that it wasn’t going to diminish significantly just because he was happy to make love to her on a regular basis.
There was a part of him that wanted to lock her away, to keep her only for himself, but he suspected that eventually that would make Hermione almost as unhappy as she was with Ron. What did it matter if she had a few ‘friends’? She would still be his, would still love him in a way that none of the others would ever attain and maybe, eventually, she would decide for herself that she didn’t need them because he gave her everything she needed.
‘Actually, I was thinking about seeing if Lucius was free this afternoon,’ Arthur said insouciantly. ‘I know he’s been worried about you and last time the two of us managed to give you a pretty good workout.’
Hermione looked at him in surprise. ‘Don’t you mind about the others?’
He shrugged. ‘There are a few people I would rather you considered dropping and I wouldn’t want you touting for new business, but if you want to carry on seeing Draco and Lucius I don’t mind as long as it’s made clear that nothing more will ever come of it. I suppose we should include Kingsley, too, as he’s the poor overworked Minister for Magic and you’re doing him a service,’ he added with a wink.
‘What about Greg?’ Hermione asked.
‘Goyle? Really?’ Arthur looked a little disconcerted at the idea.
‘He fucks really hard,’ she pointed out.
‘Yes, and I’m always worried he’s going to hurt you,’ Arthur said.
‘He’s a big teddy bear, really. He’d be mortified if he did hurt me,’ Hermione confided.
‘Do you need fucking that hard?’
Hermione stared at him.
Arthur sighed. ‘All right. But no more than once a week . . . and that goes for all of them. I don’t mind sharing you but I need sex considerably more often than Ron does.’
‘Do you think you can keep me satisfied enough for that?’ Hermione asked with a grin.
‘I don’t anticipate having a problem,’ Arthur told her as he pushed her down beneath him. He kissed her gently on the lips. ‘In fact, I think once a week for the others might be too much.’
‘Promises, promises,’ Hermione whispered in his ear.
‘I’ll promise you anything you want as long as you agree to marry me,’ Arthur assured her.
‘How could I say no?’ Hermione asked honestly. ‘I love you so much, Arthur.’
‘And I love you.’
He kissed her again, this time with far more passion.
‘So, do you want me to see if we can get hold of Lucius?’ he asked.
Hermione stared at him for a moment then shook her head.
‘I’ve got exactly what I need right here,’ she said with a smile, her hand finding his erection and squeezing. ‘I don’t need anything more.’
Arthur felt extraordinarily pleased with her response.
‘You won’t regret it,’ he said.
‘I just hope you don’t,’ Hermione admitted.
‘There is nothing I want more than to be here, with you . . . and that is never going to change,’ Arthur assured her before he kissed her again.
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