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Mistaken Identity	By : Lilac Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 30115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9 A New Life

Hermione was looking out of the carriage window as they drove away from the small town and into the woods. Harry put a small bag of coins into Hermione’s lap, “Here Mrs. Figg and Mr. Fudge gave them to me, they say it was yours. A dowry. They returned the money I gave them since I came back early.”

“A dowry?” lifting it, judging the weight of it, “ Then it belongs to you.”

She handed it back to Harry and he shook his head,

“It’s yours, you earned it. You don’t need a dowry. We’re fine.”

Hermione slipped the pouch into her cloak.

“You’re going to miss this place?” Harry asked sitting across from her in the private coach.

“Some of it, yes. But Hanna is gone and so is Melinda. I have no real family here, no real roots. Just some good friends that are not here, but I have some good memories,” Hermione explained nodding her head.

“Well if you want, we can come back for a visit if you like.”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, “Maybe.”

“Is something bothering you?” Leaning forward taking her hands into his.

“No, not really, just little nervous about moving to London,” she pause and forced out, “A good nervous.” trying to sooth his questioning look.

“You don’t need to be anxious … excited would be good.” He said smiling, patting her hand, “I know everything will be new and maybe a little strange at first. But we’ll have fun. There’s loads to do; museums, libraries, parks and shops.”

She nodded, “Yes I’m excited and little nervous about going to London to a new house and new… life…” she said as her voice trailed off.

Harry squeezed her hands and rubbed them to comfort her.

“I’ll look for a shop with you. I’m not sure how big or small you want..”

“Oh, I think I’ll start with a small shop.”

“Yes, a small shop first, then we'll see how it goes. We don’t want to be over whelmed with something too big,” Harry said as he leaned in for a kiss.

They kissed some more Harry cupping Hermione's face as the kisses deepened. Before she knew it Hermione's knickers were sliding down her legs on Harry’s finger as he kneeled on the floor of the carriage. His hands glided up her thighs and his fingers found her very warm and wet core.

Harry pulled up his wife’s skirts. Pulling her leg toward him and then parted them, his lips kissed the core of her essence and then kissed more deeply, his tongue exploring her intimate place. Tasting her, drinking her nectar and making him moan in delight as she leaned back to enjoy it fully.

Hermione could no longer see as her eyes closed and rolled into the back of her head, a moan escaping her mouth.

Harry’s pants were undone. Harry pulled his wife onto his lap straddling him. Harry shifted her down on top of him. He penetrated her with a groan.

Harry covered her mouth with his. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue. She felt his legs move and nudged her legs farther apart letting him thrust deeper up into her.

It was cramped on the floor so Harry lifted them both onto his seat. His fingers dug into her firm bottom as he pulled her to him.

Hermione stared into Harry’s face. He was glistening with sweat. His mouth covered hers in a warm moist passionate kiss that moved to her chin and down her neck. Hermione’s eyes were closed when she felt Harry nip her chin and she opened her eyes to stare into his.

“He was right you know,” he whispered.

“Who?”

“Malfoy. You are my weakness, my Achilles’ heel. I don’t know what I would do if something happen to you. I was afraid he was going to hurt you. But at the same time you make me feel strong too. I wouldn’t have let him…”

Hermione put her finger over his mouth “ Shhhhhh, I know. It’s over now..”

“I can’t promise you that, that it’s really over.” he said shaking his head.

“All I can do is protect you when we are out and about. The house has several protection spells and charms on it. And of course my godfather will protect you.”

“I can look after myself.” Hermione caressed Harry’s cheek, with her thumb; then stroked his bottom lip and he caught it with his teeth playfully.

“I know you can. You’re very resourceful, but I’ll still worry about you,” he murmured as he moved deeper into Hermione sending shivers though out her body, and then a rippling heat making her toes curl and her fingers dig in to his shoulders.

All conversation ended as their mouths kissed, licked, bit and moaned as the carriage drove on. The only words spoken were their names as they climaxed.

~ ~ ~

There were deep puddles of mud that made the carriage slow down. By dark the carriage had to stop for the night because the rain made it hard to see and the cold, numbed the driver and the passengers of the coach.

Harry and Hermione ran to the nearest Inn. Hermione tried to run but her feet were hurting, feeling like there were rocks in her shoes. She could hardly stand. They were soaked to the bone as they crossed the threshold of the building closing the door with a bang. An attractive woman came up to greet them.

“Good evening to you. Horrible night to be traveling. Look at two of you, soaked through.” Wrapping blankets about them. “Go in front of the fire and warm yourselves. Now are you just waiting for the rain to ease up or will you be staying a for a bit?”

“Is there a room available?” Harry asked.

“Yes we have several rooms that are not occupied.’

“Fine we’ll take one…”Harry smiled,“ with the biggest nicest bed you’ve got.”

“Well we have a suite for newly weds.”

“That would be great.” Harry commented taking Hermione’s hand and squeezing it.

“You’re newly weds?” she asked. Then leaning forward as though to see them better she cried out, “.. but of course you are.” Throwing her hands in the air,

“The light in your eyes. I should have seen it before,” the woman bellowed out laughing.

“Come, come let’s get you out of these wet clothes and get some warm food into you.”

“Yes.” Harry chuckled, “ Let’s get you out of these wet clothes Hermione and get something warm into you,” he whispered.

Hermione blushed, “Harry,” she breathed out.

The woman put her arms around Harry and Hermione introducing herself,

“I am Madame Rosmerta this is my Inn and if there is anything I can get you, please do not hesitate to ask.”

She escorted them to the newlywed’s room. She opened the door and the couple walked in. The room had a warm feeling about it as the fire blazed in the hearth across the room and the bed, a four poster with a canopy and several goose down mattresses, pillows and a cozy looking comforter.

Madame Rosemarta opened the wardrobe,

“You may find something in here to wear to bed, since it is raining and cold,” she said with a smirk.

“I will send up some food and wine.”

“That would be wonderful thank you,” Hermione said as she was undoing the ties of her cloak, her fingers shaking.

The cloak fell to floor, wet and heavy. Hermione picked it up and walked over to the hooks on the wall.

“Oh let me take those. I’ll get the mud cleaned off of them by morning,” Madame Rosemerta said; and she took Harry’s cloak as well.

Hermione shivered and her teeth were chattering.

“Let’s sit near the fire and warm up.” Harry said softly as he took her by the elbow and grabbing a large sheepskin placed her in front of the roaring fire. Hermione knelt down on it; nearly falling over from the cold and her stiff joints. She brought her hands to her mouth to breathe on them. Her fists opened slowly to her breath and she extended the palms to the fire feeling the heat.

“I didn’t realize how cold I was until now,” her body shook for a moment.

She was dazed and Hermione felt Harry pulling at her buttons and ties, peeling off her layer of clothes. She started to help and he moved her hand away.

“No, no. I want to do this,” and then felt her hands, “ Holy Merl… Hermione you're frozen.” Harry started to undress her faster until she was down to her slip that was also cold and wet. He grabbed a blanket and threw it around her shoulders and then wrapped his arms under it pressing her cold body against his.

She could feel heat but not absorb it fast enough. She shivered.

“I’ll get you warm Nee,” he promised in a whisper.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” Harry bellowed, and kissed her forehead.

Madame Rosemerta came in with a tray of food and put it on the table,

“Here is some food and drink.” She looked over at Harry and Hermione,

“Getting down to business, I’ll just leave you two alone.”

Harry called to the woman was she turned to leave,

“Wait! Have you got any brandy, my wife is very cold and she's not warming up.”

“Oh dear, I’ll get you some brandy and you keep her near the fire.”

A few minutes later Madame Rosemerta was back with a goblet full of brandy.

“Sip this slowly,” the older woman told Hermione,

“ if you need anything else the night maid or I will get it for you.”

Hermione started to sip the brandy with shaking hands. It burned as the liquor touched her tongue and she forced it down her throat. The heat went to her empty stomach and slowly spread to her limbs.

“That’s right. Drink some more,” Harry encouraged her. So she took a few more sips, it burnt less as it went down leaving a warm sensation.

Harry walked over to the table and brought over the tray of food.

He held out a chunk of chicken dripping with hot broth in his fingers,

“Come on Hermione open up.”

Hermione's body was slowly getting warm but was still shaking as Harry’s fingers touched her lips, placing the meat in to her mouth. He stroked her lips as she began to chew.

“Harry you better eat too.” Hermione said as her teeth chattered and her words slurred nearly biting her tongue.

Harry dipped another chunk of chicken into the hot broth and popped it into his mouth.

Hermione took another sip of the brandy and then a gulp. Finally the warmth was seeping into her bones, her muscles and her blood.

Harry ate some more chicken as did Hermione, Harry feeding it to her.

They dug into the roasted potatoes and carrots with a fork.

In between bites Hermione sipped the brandy and Harry called down for more of the amber liquor.

The maid brought up the bottle and another goblet.

Harry poured himself a drink and Hermione watch as he shivered with its effect on him.

She reached up and felt his hands. They were cool.

“Harry are you still cold?” Hermione asked.

“No, not really” he laughed, “ not like you were,” he said seriously.

Hermione got up into a kneeling position and her world floated.

Her limbs were working and her body was warmer now, almost radiating its own heat.

Harry took another sip of the brandy and swallowed it.

Hermione looked at him. His hair hung in front of his eyes and Hermione reached up and ran her fingers through it, pushing it off his face.

He looked at her and she moved closer to him. She caressed his cheek and drew him towards her.

She kissed him gently once, then twice and he laughed a little when she kissed him again. She barely broke the kiss as Harry engulfed her mouth with his.

She pulled at his remaining clothes wanting to feel his body, his skin on hers.

Harry clothes disappeared in a few moments and Hermione's damp chemise was pulled over her head as she pushed Harry onto the sheepskin.

Her hands explored his body as did her lips. She started with his neck and then moved to his chest, running her fingers over his skin, hearing him sigh. Hermione slid her attention to his hips, then down to his erection.

She kissed the head and moved her way down the shaft, tasting it feeling it’s textures.

Harry’s hips jerked up and he moaned, whispering her name.

Hermione gulped a mouthful of brandy. It burnt the corners of her lips, but made her feel bold and warm. She cupped his sack and teased his erection with her tongue for a few moments before taking him into her mouth.

Harry let out a moan to express his delight.

Hermione sucked and teased him until he couldn’t handle it anymore and pulled her to him and rolled her onto her back.

Then he parted her legs and dove into her with his mouth, kissing and licking her intimately. He licked her swollen bud and she nearly lost her mind.

Within a few moments Harry was sliding his hardened flesh in to her. They both shivered.

Harry started to plunge in to her body like a madman. Going deeper with each thrust. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his chest hands grabbing on to his shoulders.

Hermione felt herself falling in to a hot climax and her world was spinning.

She hung on to Harry as he gritted his teeth and choked out her name over and over.

He slammed into her a few more times and they both met with their release.

Hermione's nails dug into Harry’s back, down his spine and they slid down his back side.

Hermione opened her eyes. The room was lit in an orange glow it was warm and smelled of sex.

Harry was panting next to her. He was covered in sweat. She could feel his seed slipping out of her. She tried to move but her limbs felt like lead.

Hermione took a deep breath in and moaned.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. I don’t think so. Just hard to move after that..” she laugh, “ I’m warmer now though.”

“Oh, good because I’m hot and exhausted.” Harry said as he tried to get up off the floor. “If I could sleep on you I wouldn’t move until morning but as it wouldn’t be pleasant for you, I’m getting off the floor and into that bed.”

He stood up on unsteady legs and turned down the bed. Harry walked over and held his hand out for Hermione to grab it.

She lifted her hand to his. He had to help her up and she asked to go to the basin.

Hermione cleaned off his semen that was running down her leg.

Harry watched her curiously as though he was trying to solve a problem.

“What?” Hermione looked at Harry as he studied her clean legs.

He smiled and said softly,

“I’ll have to tell them to go back up and stay inside of you.”

Hermione cocked her head as if trying to figure out what he meant.

“Unless you think you are already with child that is?” his eye brow raised in question.

Stunned Hermione sputtered out,

“I don’t know. I might be but I really don’t know.”

“Well I hope I don’t get you with child too soon. I like practicing with you very much.” Harry said with a smile and tugged her to the bed.

Hermione slid into the cool sheets of the feather soft bed Harry following.

Harry put the covers over them and they wrapped their arms and legs around each other.

As their bags were being loaded onto the carriage the next morning Hermione and Harry thanked Madame Rosemerta for all her help.

Their host gave them a basket of food and spirits for the long ride home to keep them warm.

Harry asked half way to London if Hermione need to stop at an Inn? If the journey was tiring her out too much? Hermione wasn’t sure if the ride was making her look ill or maybe Harry wanted to stop, commenting that his back gave him some discomfort.

They arrived in London that night.

A man came out of the house and greeted them. Giving Harry a big hug and took Hermione by the hand into the house.

“So what took you so long, I was hoping to have you here for lunch or at least dinner?” the man asked.

“The weather turned bad and we both we nearly froze to death last night.” Harry explained.

“Where are our manners. My dear I’m Sirius Black, Harry’s God father.”

“ Please to meet you sir.” Hermione said shyly.

“Let’s have a better look at you.” as Sirius pulled her into a better light.

The man smiled at her and then at Harry,

“Harry said you were beautiful and I can see he was very on the spot.”

Hermione blushed.

“Are the two of you hungry I’m having a late dinner?”

Hermione found herself sitting at the dining room table eating and listening to Harry and Sirius kept up on the fighting and round up the Deatheaters.

As Harry was talking about how Draco Malfoy tried to kill him, Harry didn’t see, one of the few servants they had, come up to the table with a pitcher of chilled wine.

Harry’s arm flew into the tray and the very cold wine spilled on to his chest and lap.

Harry leaped up off his chair. The servant went running to get the rags to mop up the mess.

Harry peeled off his jacket and his shirt leaving him bare chested.

Sirius gasped and cursed under his breath at something on Harry's back.

“What? What is it?” Harry asked Sirius.

“Did Draco leave those marks on you?”

“What marks?” Harry looking on his arms and shoulders.

“There on your back?”

Harry walked out to into the hall where a mirror hung on the wall Hermione and Sirius followed behind. Hermione gasped.

There were long marks going down his back.

Harry breathed in deeply with an odd grin, staring at the purple and redish pink marks.

He glanced over to Hermione again breathing deeply, his nose flairing and his smile going wolfish.

He let out a hint of a growl and looked at Sirius,

“No, Draco didn’t make these marks.”

“What did?” Sirius asked puzzled.

“Let's just say my wife is a wild and passionate woman.”

Hermione's mouth dropped open.

Sirius' eye brows rose up and then with the glass he had in his hand he raised his goblet, “ To passionate woman.” and he drank it down.

Hermione could feel her face get hot and red from embarrassment, and the shame of leaving marks on Harry’s back.

Harry came over to her his face glowing and he was almost panting,

“Love, do not be embarrassed. God you have a fire in you that I love and a few little scratches on my back are worth it.”

“Little scratches ?”

“ Passionate marks. Last night you were nearly frozen to death, and even then you had such energy, such passion. You are my love, my life,” and his smile grow wider and his eyes fired up.

“What?” Hermione asked.

Raising an eyebrow Harry's nose flared again and he drew her to him,

“And our honeymoon has just begun.” and he kissed her; as passionately as he could in front of his godfather without further embarrassing his wife.

One of the servants brought Harry a shirt and they sat back down and finished their dinner.

Harry kept smiling at Hermione who blushed throughout the rest of the dinner.

Afterwards, Sirius walked them to their rooms, hugged the happy couple, bid them good night and went to his room.

Harry leaned up against the door and smiled at his wife saying in a low voice,

“I’m going to make love to you all night and no one in this house will be able to sleep through it.”

“Oh Harry,” Hermione gasped in shock.

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