The Lord The Lady and The Land

Part 2 The Lord of the Land

If you haven't read The Lord of the Land.. you may not want to read this...
Can't think of any real warnings to write.
There are flash backs to when Draco is abusing Hermione.
I will post warning at the beginning of the chapter and in the summery
This is a WIP.


That afternoon Harry and Hermione went to Judge Couch’s office to meet with Mr. Flint. He was a tall man with gray eyes, white hair and dressed in black; making him look like a ghost.

They sat down while Draco’s Will was read to Hermione.
At the end Hermione got nothing. seeing that he expected her to be dead soon after he passed away.

“ He planned on killing you even after he was gone,” The judge said gravely, “ What kind of a man…” he stopped what he was saying shaking his head.

The room was silent for a long moment.

Then Hermione said with gusto,
“ I want my dowry back. If I am to marry, I want it back.”

Mr. Flint cleared his throat and said,
“ I will see that you get it back within eleven months. And by the way madame you should be wearing a veil that goes to your shoulders for at least an other month, seeing that you’re newly widowed.”

“ No I got an annulment. Judge Couch tell him I got an annulment.”
Hermione argued.

But the Judge had a sad look on his face,
“ I’m sorry Mrs. Malfoy but your husband died before the annulment could be finalized. Once a husband or wife is dead the marriage is over. You are a widow.”

Hermione mouth dropped in shock.

“ And as Draco’s widow it is not appropriate for you to marry until your mourning period is over.” Mr. Flint announced to her.

“ How long is that?” Harry asked.

“ One year.” Mr. Flint proclaimed.

“ No!” Harry shouted.

“ What? A year.” Hermione cried, “ No!”

“By the old law I bedded her first therefore she was my wife,” Harry roared out, “ All I want to be is properly wedded.

Mr. Flint looked at Harry and said with a very serious tone,
“ As a Nobleman you understand the situation. What is proper and what is not. You marry her now and it gets back to Parliament and Ministry it will be scandalous. You’ll be considered a fool will not be taken seriously.”

“No I want my annulment. I don’t want to have Malfoy as my name!”
Hermione snapped at the Judge.

“I’m sorry.” The Judge said, “But there’s nothing I can do.”

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The carriage ride back to Hermione’s farm was quiet.
Hermione’s father and aunt were still at the festival.
Hermione asked Harry to walk with her to the greenhouse.
Harry had a mischievous smile on his lips,
“ We got to get back to the celebration, but we could celebrate little here.”

“Sorry to spoil your fun Harry but I need to know something,” Hermione said seriously, “ What happen that night?”

Harry looked out the door and windows to see if any one was around. He pulled Hermione up to the loft where the room was made of windows and they could see the river the road and anyone
lurking around.

“ I strangled Draco to death.” Harry said plainly, “ You remember that?”

“ Yes. But why did Mr. Moody…?” Hermione began to ask.

“ Why did they make up the story?” Harry interrupted,
“Believe me it would have been far easier to charge me with murder and hang me. Half the villagers wanted to be rid of Draco, for one reason or another. As far as I can remember; Mr. Moody said they felt bad about not helping you when Draco was attacking you; the fact that you shared your harvest with half the village helped too. That day I bought you at auction and we gave away all those potions helped too. A number of men have found new wives thanks to your love potion. No one would talk against the Malfoys alone. I did the deed and they are covering it up. They want to protect us.”

Harry looked around the landscape and said with a alarming tone,
“You breath a word of this to anyone especially anyone outside of the village and Moody, Tom and I will hang … maybe you too. I’m not certain. So just forget that night or just say Draco fell off his horse.
Allright?”

“But Harry you were trying to protect me, trying to save my life.
Surely they could see that?” Hermione posed.

“They might see it that way or they may see it as a Nobleman fancying another man wife. Look at our history Hermione
I’ve been chasing after you for months. Do you really believe they wouldn’t think I didn’t plan this?”

“ But you didn’t.” Hermione argued.

Harry had a guilty expression on his face,
“ I said it would be easy to kill him while he was asleep when he was
just a few yards.”

“But you were fighting, he was going to kill you,” disputed Hermione.

“Everyone’s agreed already please Hermione. Now just forget about it,” said Harry in a warning tone and put his arms around her.

He kissed her sweetly on the lips and it slowly grew more passionate. His hands wandered and explored her body over her clothes.

He broke the kiss out of breath, his eyes showed her what he felt,
lust. Harry pants had a hard bulge in them.
Hermione wanted him too, but she had just stopped bleeding the day before and she wanted Madame Pomfrey’s reassurance that she was all right.

“ Not yet Harry,” is all she had to say.
He smiled at her blushing and laughing,
“ I just want you so much Hermione… it hurts.”

They went back to Harry’s estate where the celebration was still going on.

The food was dwindling slowly as was the celebrating . Everyone ate
until they were full and danced until they could no longer stand.

Harry stood once more at the front of his table and said,
“ Thank you all for coming and if you find you are cold and hungry this winter please come to my table once more.”

The crowd diminished soon after that getting ready for the long cold winter months that were soon to follow even though it was warm.

It started to rain and Harry called for his carriage to drive Hermione home.

Both Harry and Hermione were thinking of a way to work around the
waiting year to get married.

“Do you think any of your books may have an answer for us.” Hermione asked Harry.

“Couldn’t hurt to look. Why don’t you come over tomorrow alone?”
Harry suggested.

Hermione looked at him with a questioning expression.

“ I just want to be alone with you that’s all. I’m not going to make advances at you, but we do need to talk about our future. Whether it starts tomorrow or a year from now.”

They pulled up to Hermione’s farm.
Both of them running, to the house as it poured down rain; the door flew open.

“Where have you been? The doctor has a waited nearly an hour,” Marie scolded Hermione. Hermione was dragged in the house before she could give Harry a kiss ‘good night’.

“We were giving him a ride home because of the rain and he asked about you, how you were feeling and how bad the infection was.” Marie told Hermione as she toweled off Hermione.

Dr. Stone, a muggle doctor stood up from the kitchen chair,
“ So glad you are back on her feet again. It was looking mighty dark for you the first couple of days,” he said shaking her hand.

The doctor looked at her eyes, mouth and then asked Hermione to go the bedroom and put on her robe,
“ I want to have a look at how your infection has healed and to see if there was any more complications.
“Complications?” Hermione asked looking at her aunt.

Marie nudged Hermione up the stairs and into the bedroom.
She helped Hermione get in to her robe and they waited for the doctor to come up and examine Hermione. Marie stayed in the room and held Hermione’s hand.
The doctor came in and had Hermione lay down. he probed her abdomen here and there..

Hermione felt mortified when the doctor did an internal exam.

The doctor told Hermione to get dressed. She got her clothes back on and went down stairs where the doctors were sitting.

The doctor stood up and signaled Hermione to sit down.

“ You appear to have fully healed,” the doctor began, and then he paused for a few moments, “ but I fear there might be a problem . Because of the …. “ he leaned forward to Hermione and shamefully whispered, “ Because of disease you got; you will not be able to bare children.”

“What disease? What do you mean I won’t be able to have children?” Hermione posed.

“ A disease women of the streets get, ones that are not polite to talk about. I don’t how a married girl like yourself would have contracted such a thing.”

“What do you mean, I can’t have children?”

“I’m sorry but the disease spread quickly in the womb. You won’t be able to have children.”

“ NO! Draco kicked me and made me miscarry. What disease are talking about?”

“ I saw the same thing in a young woman not to long ago, lady of the night who worked in a house of prostitution. Pretty girl, blonde hair, fair skin… very wild young thing.” The doctor commented, “She seemed not to care about not having children. The disease has damaged your womb. You’re barren.”

“ Draco visited his brothels. He must have gotten it there. He did this to me.” Hermione felt she had lost any control over her life . “He made me loose my child, he infected me with this disease. Draco’s dead and he’s still, ruining my life. ” Hermione cried in anger.

“The child wouldn’t have lasted much longer in you my dear, the disease would have made you loose the baby any way,” the doctor said simply.

Marie thanked the doctor for staying and examining Hermione.

Writers Note

The vision that Hermione had of Harry hanging isn't going to happen the people in her village with Moody's help covered it up, so there was no crime of murder.
Draco was mean to everyone where Hermione and Harry helped people with the potions they gave away and the crops she shared.
No one wanted to hang a Nobleman when he's got rid of the bully of the village.
Their future was changed by all that so Harry's going to live and it will get better for Hermione.. slowly....remember she just went through hell with that ring. Its left a scare on her finger and on her emotionally. She promised herself that NO ONE
(no matter who they were) was going to control her life again.

Harry and Hermione are going to hit a few bumps on the way to finding there way to happiness.. remember any thing possible with magic.


It does get better for Hermione...she is just going through a rough period after going through hell.
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