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The Afterlife and Times of Myrtle Potter	By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 19696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9: Settling in at Grimauld Place

He followed Hermione into
the bathroom where the shower was already running.� He grinned, thinking of her
under the warm spray, all wet and soft and soapy and carefully drew back the
curtain to see Hermione sitting on the floor of the shower, crying.

�Oh Harry,� she wailed, �I
just know I�m going to Hell!�

He knelt down in the shower and
gathered her into a wet bare hug and asked �what have you done that�s so awful
that Hell has a claim on you?�

�I�ve loved you so long, Harry,
so long that I got you drunk and took advantage of you last night and
now you and everyone will know I�m just a slut and a whore who tricked you into
bed and now you�ll hate me and � and � and . . .�

�Shhh, shhh, shhh,� he cooed,
�you didn�t get me drunk; I came to you three sheets to the wind already, and
hey!�

�What hey?�

�We were both completely drunk
last night, right?�

�Um hum� she agreed morosely.

�So why aren�t we hung over?�

�Sobering charm works on
hangovers too� she confessed.

�When?�

�When you kissed me in the
foyer, just before you carried me up to bed.�

�That means neither of us was
drunk last night!�

�Which means everything we did,
we wanted to do anyway, oh Harry!� It�s all real, you really do love me?�

Do you know when I first knew I
loved you?� he asked.

�Yule Ball?� she guessed.

�Way before that, during second
year� he explained �you had been petrified by the basilisk and were just lying
there all frozen.� It was like you were dead, hardly breathing, heart barely beating.�
I couldn�t stand to see you like that.� Madame Pomfrey promised me that you�d
be all right, soon as the mandrakes were ready, but I wanted you back.� It was
like there was a hole in the world because you were gone.� And, promise me, if
I tell you I did something awful, that you�ll try to understand and won�t hate
me?� his eyes were pleading and she nodded.

�I kissed you, while you were
like that; I kissed you for what seemed like hours, even though I know it
couldn�t have been more than five minutes.�

�Was that all you did?� she
asked, a little worried.

�No, nothing else, I just, I
just wanted you back y�know?�

�Why the kiss?�

�Well, in stories like Sleeping
Beauty and Snow White, the prince would, kiss the princess . . .� he shrugged.

�That was very sweet Harry; now
I can honestly say you were my first kiss.� I just wish I could have been aware
and awake to enjoy it� she smirked and then laughed out loud.

�What?�

�Well, most people don�t know
this because all they get is the �Disney� version of the fairy tales.�

He looked puzzled.

�Well, take Snow White.� She
bit the poison apple and fell into a deep sleep.� Along comes the �prince� who
sees a young sleeping girl and what does he do?�

�Um, kisses her?�

�Nope, fucks her brains out �
and she just slept through the whole thing.� Got preggers from the one time
too.�

Harry began to panic, �Um, are
we, um, y�know . . .�

�It�s okay, I�m on the potion�
her eyes twinkled, �good thing too; you pumped enough of your stuff in me to
repopulate a small country!�

�I love you Hermione, I have
always loved you and I always will� he smiled as he held her at arms length,
warm water cascading over both of them, �and if the devil himself comes to take
you I�ll fight him, I will storm the gates of Hell to bring you back to me, my
Mione!�

She cried and threw her arms
around him, burying her face in his neck �I love you Harry, never, ever doubt
that!�

He wrapped his arms around her
and cooed �my Mione, my Mione, it�s all right, it�s all right, you�re here and
that�s all that matters.�

He helped her to stand then
stood back a half-step so that he could look at her. �Her breasts were �B� cups
with fairly large areolas, her waist waspish giving her a nice hourglass
figure.� Her bushy hair was repeated at her pubis, but like the hair on her
head was very soft.

�Like what you see Mr. Potter?�
she smirked.

�Nope� he said decisively, and
was amused by her crestfallen expression, �nope, don�t like it; love it
more than anything else in the world!�

�Oooooo you�re going to �get
it� for that mister!�

�Promise?� it was his turn to
smirk.

�Promise� she smiled and
wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him roundly.

It�s a very good thing the
water in the shower was charmed to stay warm, otherwise the amount of time they
spent there �getting it� would have used up all the water in a conventional
water heater, about three homes worth of hot water.

Eventually the squeaky clean
couple stepped out of the shower and had fun drying each other off, as they
walked back into the bedroom with their towels wrapped around them they sat
that dressing gowns were laid out on the bed, one for each of them.

�You seem to have a butler,
Harry� she observed.

�Um, yes� he agreed as he
picked up the envelope from the nightstand.� He broke the wax seal and read.

Lord Potter,

Your house elf has been
arrested, tried and sentenced by the Council of Elders.� The sentence, death of
personality, and a lifetime of servitude to the house that he has so grievously
wronged, was carried out just after moonset on the 31^st of October.�
This life sentence can not be commuted except by a majority of the Council of
Elders and will be in effect for the mean duration of a wizard�s life, seven
score years and seven.

Signed,

Sage, Fist among Elders

P.S. I know you are not familiar
with our elfin judiciary, suffice it to say that your house elf has been dealt
with � his mind and all memories have been erased, his original elfin name is Meacham
and his only wish will be to serve you to the best of his abilities.� Like all
good house elves he will be invisible and he will keep your secrets.� If he
survives the 147 year sentence, he will be welcomed back into elfin society,
sadly he will probably not, for he is already quite old, even for an elf.�
Please treat him well, he has no memory of the wrongs he has done in his life
and he was influenced by some of the darkest wizards of this past age.

Sage,

Eldest of the Council of Elders

�Meacham� Harry called out.

The old butler appeared before
them and half bowed from the waist �sir?�

�Will you be needing any help
around the house, Meacham?�

The old elf stiffened, and for
a moment Harry was afraid that he was reverting to the Kreature that he had
been before the �change.�

�I know that I am no longer a
young elf, sir, but I am fully capable of carrying out my duties.�

�I meant no offence Meacham, I
only want you to know that you don�t have to do everything around here, if you
need assistance with the cooking or cleaning or building maintenance, you have
only to ask.�

�My body may not be as strong
as it once was, sir, but I assure you my magic is undiminished.�� Saying that Meacham
snapped his fingers and every brass surface in the room, and there were
hundreds of brass fixtures in the room, including a dropped ceiling that
resembled lacework, without exception gleamed as though polished to a high
shine by a million small buffers.�

�My apologies Meacham, I see
that you are more than capable, we will speak no more of it� Harry said very
diplomatically, which seemed to placate the old elf.

�Very well sir, will you and
the lady be having breakfast now?�

�Yes, this is my lady Hermione
Granger, and she will be spending a lot of time here.�

�Very well, breakfast will be
in the small dining room off the kitchens sir, ma�am� having said this, the old
elf faded from sight.

�Apparently Meacham is going to
be a fixture around here� Harry said then looked around, hey, I just noticed
something.

�What?�

�Don�t you remember what this
place looked like two summers ago?�

�Um, don�t remind me� she said,
slightly hesitantly.

�This place has been cleaned
from top to bottom; there isn�t a speck of dust anywhere to be seen!�

�Let�s go exploring right after
breakfast� she suggested.

They walked down the stair to
the kitchens, which were also gleaming like new, then walked into the small
dining room.

�This is the small
dining room?� she asked.

�Yeah, the big ones just off
the main entrance through here he pointed, you remember?�

�Well, quite a lot has happened
since then Harry . . .�

�Tell me about it� he groused.

He held the chair out for
Hermione, and then lifted the covers off the warming trays.�

�Wow, kippers, bangers, toast
and scrambled eggs.�

�Tea and coffee,� she
rejoined �I could get used to this!�

�No more S.P.E.W. y�know, the only
house elves left will be like Meacham here, working off a debt to wizard society
and maybe a few elf employees until they all head to the Western Lands.� Harry
mused.

�People are beginning to refer
to the freed elves as the �Israelites� y�know?�

�So that�s what Ginny meant
when she said my Israelites had transported the prisoners, she was referring to
the elves.�

�You know, if the Israelites
are the slaves freed from Egypt that makes you . . .�

�Don�t even go there!�

�Hey, you�ve been the �Boy Who
Lived,� the �Man Who Triumphed,� and now you get to be the Elfin Moses.�

�I just can�t get a break, can
I?�

�As I understand it, some elves
are already building ships; they�re beautifully formed boats that look like a
cross between a Phoenician sailing vessel and a swan, all rounded and sleek,
with a single mast, a square sail and a spinnaker.�

�I�ll bet they�re beautiful,
I�d like to see one when it�s finished.�

�Y�know Harry,� she said as she
helped herself to a spoonful of eggs, �there will be some economic backlash to
your freeing of the elves.�

�Yeah, I�ve thought of that.�
The wizarding world is just going to have to do what the rest of us have been
doing all along.� Hire people trained in the service industries, housekeeping,
cooking, gardening, and whatever else the elves took care of.� I know there are
some non-magical people who are familiar with the magical world, squibs and the
like, who would be willing to take over for the elves.� Of course they�d have
to be paid.�

�And that�s were the problems
will come in.�

�Hermione, who owned most of
the house elves?�

�Um, Hogwart�s I believe.�

�Yep, and now Headmistress
McGonagall will be hiring people to take care of the castle, the students could
be part of it too, imagine having a �service week� where each house would be
responsible for some of the things the elves have been doing, y�know, scullery,
food service, maintenance.� It�d be good for some of those spoiled brats to get
their hands dirty from time to time, make em� appreciate what others have to do
to make sure their clothes are clean and their meals are served.�

�The Slytherins would never go
for it.�

�Then the Slytherins won�t eat;
let them try that one on for size!�

�D�you think Professor
McGonagall will go for it?�

�Can�t hurt to ask.�

They thought about it for a
while as they tucked in.� After breakfast they carried their dishes to the sink
to rinse when Meacham appeared, �thank you sir, ma�am, but just leave the
dishes, I will attend to them.�

�Oh, all right Meacham,
thanks.�

�Quite welcome sir, ma�am.�

�Ready for the cook�s tour?�
Harry asked.

�Lead on good sir.�

They climbed to the third floor
and Harry reminded her �this is where Sirius kept Buckbeak in our fifth year.� �What
they found was a large room with a polished hardwood floor and a wall of
mirrors.� Hermione squealed, �It�s a studio!�

�Sorry, studio?�

�Yes, a dance studio, it must
have been one before Sirius used it as a hippogriff house, oh it�s beautiful�
she enthused.

She walked over to the bar and
placed her right ankle on it before bending forward to grasp it and stretch.

�You took dance lessons?�

�Yep, since I was six, then
during the summers when I wasn�t at school.�

�I never knew!� How is it that
I never knew?�

�Well, a girl�s got to have
some secrets now doesn�t she?�

�Of course, let�s see what
else.�

They descended the stairs
looking into the bedrooms, now spic and span and ready for someone to move in,
several someone�s actually, there were ten guest rooms in addition to the
master were they had spent the night.

�We should christen each of the
rooms!� she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

He groaned in mock petulance,
�please woman, I�m not a machine!�

She smirked and opened her
dressing gown revealing the fit young body beneath.

�Okay, we�ll start with this
one!� he said and literally pounced on her, forcing her onto the bed.

She wrestled herself out of the
robe and pulled the knot on his belt to loosen his robe.� He stood and looked
at her, her eyes bright in anticipation as he dropped his robe off his
shoulders.� She sat up and said, �Let me try something Harry, I�ve done a
little research and I think I can do this.�

She silently guided him onto
the bed to lie on his back; then knelt beside him with her knees pointing
toward his feet.� She took a deep breath and bent down to guide his erection
into her mouth, guiding it into her esophagus so that her nose was in his
scrotum and his entire length was down her throat.

�Merlin, Morgana and Maeve!� he
exclaimed.

As she pulled off his throbbing
member she asked �you like?�

�The words haven�t been
invented yet that say how much I like!�

She smiled and went back to
work.

It was a very smug Hermione and
a very relaxed looking Harry that left the room a half-hour later.

�We�ll get to the other rooms
later, now I want to see the library� she said.

�Why am I not surprised, I�ll
bet you�ve read every book in Hogwarts, haven�t you?�

�If they�re in the library,
yes!� she agreed

�Even in the Restricted
Section?� he asked.

�How do you think I learned to
control my gag reflex?� she smirked.

�I�m beginning to love
research� he smiled in return.

They walked into the library
which had a charmed ceiling to resemble a large double skylight, really a neat
trick when you consider the library was on the first floor of a three story
building.� Well lighted and clean with a long library table and a dozen
comfortable chairs for reading or studying or just lounging with a book or
magazine.

A slight moan escaped
Hermione�s lips as she surveyed the bookshelves.� The library didn�t have walls
per se; it had shelves and shelves of books.� And what books!� There
were arcane tomes that covered every aspect of soul magic, blood magic, grey
magic and one full wall of nothing but potions texts.

�Uh oh, I think I may have made
a mistake bringing you in here� he chided.

She growled and grabbed Harry
by his lapels and pulled him into a bruisingly fierce kiss, �this room, this
room next, this room now!�

Who was he to argue he deepened
the kiss and walked her backwards to the sturdy table, then lifted her up so
that she sat on the table and he stood in front of her.� He coaxed her legs
open then looked thoughtful for just a moment.

�Half a tic, don�t go away� he
said as he picked a random book off the shelf.� It was Love Charms, Magical
Cures and Other Practical Sorcery.� He placed the small book on the table
and said �stand here and read it, aloud.��

She looked puzzled but hopped
down and turned around and picked up the book to read.

�Leave the book open on the table.�

She placed the book on the
table, bending slightly at the waist and began to read; �On a Friday night
light a white votive candle and place it in a glass cup or in a lantern . . .�

Harry gently directed Hermione
to bend further over the table so that his crotch was nicely aligned with her
bum as she continued to read.

�. . . Imagine that the
flame is the bright flame of love burning within your lover�s heart . . .�

He rubbed her back as she read,
then released the tie on his belt so that his robe fell open and freed his not
so soft member to nestle between her bum cheeks.

Hermione began to breathe
heavily and her voice dropped a whole octave as she continued to read and Harry
began to rub.

�. . . and that the lantern
is your lover�s torso.�

He lifted the hem of her robe
to expose her beautifully rounded hemispheres and draped the fabric across her back;
a light sticking charm ensured the hem wouldn�t fall back into place at an
inopportune moment.

�As you stare into the
flame, will the flame to rise.�

Harry�s shaft was now nestled
firmly in the crack of her bum and her concentration began to wane.

�You � your own pash � passion
will make it rise; oh Harry!�

�Keep reading� he insisted,
ever so gently.

�When it does, think of your
emotions pouring into the flame, oh Gawd!�

Harry pulled back and placed
his throbbing member along her sopping entrance.

�Think � think posit �
positively of your lover and draw him in!�

At the word �in� he placed the
head of his cock at the entrance to her wet folds and just held it there.

�Don�t stop reading, my Mione,
and I won�t stop.�

�Into the warmpth!�

Harry pushed his member into
her wet, inviting �warmpth� in a single, smooth stroke.

�the warmth of the candle as
it, oh Harry, rises and diminishes!�

He began stroking in and out,
slowly, the entire length of his cock, from tip to base.� Hermione�s body felt
like it was being deliciously split in two.� She gamely continued; �say the
following.�

She dropped her forehead to the
open pages and began to moan, then lifted her head to read;

�May
this flame of passion burn within your heart,

So
that from me you will never seek to part.�

The ever-lit� candles in the
library flared for a few minutes as reading aloud was forgotten the book was
forgotten, the only thing that mattered was the length of his manhood
plundering the depths of her hot, wet center.

Slow strokes gave way to rapid
pounding plunges and moans gave way to cries of �oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!�
as she felt his release coat her insides with the now-familiar liquid heat of
his come.

He continued to push his
flagging member into her as he came down from his latest peak, rubbing her back
as he said �I love you, my Mione, I love you so much!�

She was so in love at that
moment, she felt she could stay like that, with him firmly nestled inside her,
forever.� The image that produced made her snort in mirth.

�What is it?� he asked, concerned.

�Oh Harry, I was just thinking
that I�d love it if we would just stay like this forever, but then I thought
about trying to walk like this and . . .�

Harry saw the image in his
mind�s eye and guffawed at the thought.

�It�s so good to hear you
laugh, love!�

�I guess I have been a bit
serious of late, huh?�

�Serious?� You�ve been
positively morbid!� But that stops today.� Fist thing we�re going to do is get
you some new clothes, let�s go Mr. Potter, Diagon Alley awaits!�

�Just one small problem� he
said.

�What?�

�We�ll have to move away from
the table and go upstairs and get dressed to go out.�

�Hmmm, let�s see� she said as
she gingerly placed her right foot on top of his right foot and her left foot
on top of his left foot, toes pointing slightly inward so that she was resting
atop his instep.� �Hold my waist� she instructed then, with Harry still fully
ensconced within her warm center she straightened slightly and smirked �all
right Mr. Potter, walk!�

They made it almost as far as
the library door when he slipped out of her and she jumped down, laughing.

�We�ll just have to work on
that my love; �tandem walking� could very well become a new sport with us!�

�Just not a spectator sport� he
rejoined.

�I imagine the ratings would go
right up if it were!�

�Goin� for the gold!�

They continued to laugh all the
way up the stars to the master bedroom.� When they got there their day-clothes
were laid out on the bed, neatly cleaned and pressed and ready for wear.

�I�ll have to find some way to
show Meacham how much we appreciate all he�s doing around here� Harry said as
he looked at his nicely repaired shirt, buttons back in place and all.

They took a very short shower
together � to conserve water of course � and were soon dressed and walked downstairs
hand in hand.� As they neared the front door Meacham appeared with cloaks for
each of them.� The day cloaks bore the Black family crest.

Harry thanked the old elf who
assured the young master of the house that it was no more than his due.

�Meacham, I�ve never really had
a, um . . .�

�Servant?�

�Yes, a servant before.� I�d
like you to be happy here, is there anything I can do to show you that I
appreciate all you do here?�

�Well sir,� the small man
looked slightly embarrassed.

�Yes?�

�A room of my own would be very
good sir, as we seem to have quite a few, I would like a room, sir.�

�Whichever one you would like,
consider it yours.�

�Thank you sir,� he said, and
for the first time, possibly since he was an elfin child, the little man
smiled.

�We�ll be out all day Meacham,
so you don�t have to worry about lunch, can we have shepherd�s pie for supper?�

�Of course sir, will seven
o�clock be acceptable sir?�

�Seven it is, good day Meacham.�

�Good day sir, ma�am.�

As the old elf held the door open
Harry and Hermione stepped hand in hand out onto the landing then froze.

A lone dementor hovered at the
base of the stairs. �It appeared to be bowing with its skeletal hands stretched
toward them as if in supplication.
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