The Lord The Lady and The Land

Chapter 11 Madame

The bed once more seemed too big for just one person and she put extra pillows on Harry’s side so she could sleep.

Hermione went to school and studied and tried not to touch the spot on her neck in fear that she might have an orgasm in the middle of class. It did help her get her a good nights sleep but she missed Harry’s body next to hers.

Madame Rosmerta was over at Susanna’s apartment instructing them in how to walk, dance and how to massage your lovers feet; to help him prolong his lovemaking and how to make him fall asleep. Hermione did her exercises brilliantly.
She and Victoria, the loudest and youngest mistress were given a list of Nobles Royals and other powerful men in the country.
“Learn who they are and what they do.” the woman instructed them.

As the lesson ended, Madame Rosmerta said,
“I will see you tomorrow night Hermione.”
“No, I’m busy tomorrow night I have a meeting….”
“Not the whole night! See you after your meeting.” and Madame Rosmerta was gone in a puff of floo powder.

Susanna looked at the list of people, and asked,
“Why on earth do you have this list. Are you leaving Lord Harry?”

“No! Why?” Hermione asked.

“Victoria has the same list.. her lover is very old and ill.” She leaned into Hermione’s ear and whispered in a sad tone,
“He’s dying and she needs to find a new lover or she’ll be out on the street. Madame Rosmerta wants to get her married off to some rich widower so she doesn’t have to worry about her. She would have a little more security if she were married and had a baby. She spends all her money and doesn’t save or invest in jewelry.”

Hermione went back to her apartment that evening wondering why Madame Rosmerta gave her the list as well.

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Tuesday evening Madame Pomfrey looked at the Harry mark on Hermione’s neck.
The nurse laughed and rolled her eyes,
“ That boy! How is he? He’s well, no broken bones or bruises from falling off horses?”
“ No he’s fine. It’s sounds like you don’t like Harry.” Hermione commented.
“ Like him? I love him, he is a very sweet, wonderful boy, a little pig headed and …. when he fell in love with you my dear he fell hard .. like all the men of his family. His father .. made such a fool of himself over Lilly. God does it run in his family.” she laughed.

“Then you know what the mark is?” Hermione asked
“Did he charm it?” the nurse posed with one eyebrow raised.
“He touched it with his wand.” Hermione told her nodding.

“Don’t let him do it again .. it might alter the spell or potion you have to drink. You still want a family?” she asked.

“Yes of course.” drinking her tea and eating a small bit of cake,
“Have you found anything?” Hermione voice pitched up with curiosity.

She looked at the pile of books and noticed the village paper. Lord Potter was building bigger docks. He also was engaged again to a Princess from Portugal, according to the local gossip.
Hermione realized how much she missed her home.

“A few new things I have to look into before we try them on you. Why don’t you go home early, I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

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Hermione went home to find Madame Rosmerta and Victoria waiting for her, at her front door.

You need to learn how to walk into a room and have everyone notice you; then you have to learn how to enter a room and not have anyone notice you.

Hermione quikly learned how to have no one notice her.
But it was harder to enter a room and have everyone notice her.
They went down to the pub and she walked in. No one turned to look at her. It took her three tries to get the whole pub’s attention.
She had to stand up straight, smile at everyone and make a soft barely noticeable patting sound with her shoe.

The next night Madame Rosmerta and Victoria were at Hermione’s apartment again. She had to practice the entering a room and how to flirt and talk to other men.

Thursday Hermione got a letter from Harry saying he was going to be joining her Friday evening and that Saturday they would be going to a party in the afternoon and the theatre in the evening.
Thursday night Hermione was tutored on how to pour tea and offer a tray of food and how to take tea and eat without getting crumbs on her clothes.
Madame Rosmerta taught Hermione and Victoria how to slowly take off their clothes, to entice or get a man’s attention.

Of course by now Hermione was confused. She wasn’t looking for another lover, she had Harry .. unless they knew something she didn’t. Did he have another lover? No he loved her, she knew it.

After taking off her clothes for the thirteenth time that evening Hermione
turned to Madame Rosmerta and asked,
“Why am I learning this? My lover is not leaving me and I’m not leaving him.”

“It’s always good to know your craft whether you have a lover or not.”
The woman turned to the other student and said,
“Victoria you’re lesson is over for tonight, why don’t you go back to your apartment and get something to eat.”

Victoria said ‘Good night” and as Madame Rosmerta walked her out the front door.
The woman came back lecturing Hermione
“I’m teaching you things that you need for any situation in life. It could save you’re life.”

Hermione started to get dressed with a huff.

“Tell me, have you ever faked having a good time with your lover?” Madame Rosmerta asked.

“ No but that’s none of your business. You’re trying to turn me into a high-class whore. Why?”

“ Madame Pomfrey has hired me to do this. Lord Harry’s life has been threatened several times in the last week.” Madame stated walking over to the fireplace and taking a yellow piece of paper out and threw it into the fireplace.

A few moments later Madame Pomfrey popped out of the fireplace.
“You didn’t tell her?” Madame Rosemeta asked.

“ I didn’t want her to worry.” Madame Pomfrey replied.

“Worry? Some one is trying to kill Harry. Why didn’t you tell me?” Hermione shouted.

“Because you can concentrate better without the worry.” Madame Rosemerta answered.

“How is this going help, learning all of this?” Hermione posed.

“You’ll be going to the theatre and parties with him. A woman .. a young pretty woman can walk around listening, observing, keeping an eye open for trouble or anything suspicious. You can be unnoticed and disregarded as a threat.”

“Who wants to hurt Harry?” Hermione asked.

“We don’t know. He has been nearly run down by horses and a dagger was thrown at him as he entered the tavern in the village,
And his carriage was set on fire.” Madame Pomfrey told Hermione,
“ I was hoping he would tell you, but I think he didn’t want to worry you and he is concerned they may want to harm or kill you. When Krum came for a surprise visit he really hit him how vulnerable you are. Only woman are allowed near your door and can come through the fireplace.”

“Now you understand why you are learning this?” Madame Rosmerta commented,“ You will be a looking out for your Lord.”

Madame Rosemerta went to her bag and took out something and handed them to Hermione, two very pretty rings.

“ I don’t wear rings.” handing them back.
“You’ll wear these,” the woman said sternly,
“ The garnet ring has a sleeping drops in it. The moonstone has a truth serum, both very powerful.”

Hermione put them in her pocket and said,
“But I still don’t’ understand why you’re teaching me to take off my clothes?”

Madame Rosemerta came up to her and asked,
“You’ve been raped haven’t you?”
Hermione nodded surprised by the question.

“You know you have a small chance of controlling the attack. If you are a willing participant, you can slow down the attack, you have more time to think of what to do. If he is watching you he might not hit you as much or tie you down so fast. I don’t know any man who doesn’t like a good show,” Madame Rosmerta said simply.

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Friday evening finally came, Hermione heard Harry at the door. She ran very unladylike to the foyer door and welcomed him with a long passionate kiss. His nose was cold as his hands as they moved over her dress.

“ I missed you so much,” Harry said as their lips separated.

“Put on one of the chemises,” he requested with a devilish grin on his lips.
Hermione laughed and hastily walked to the bedroom stripped off her clothes. Putting the chemise over her head she turned to see Harry in the doorway his clothes all off but for his long underpants.

He had a bottle of wine in his hands and a glass in the other.
Harry drank down one glass, put them on the floor and said in a husky voice
“It’s cold out woman, I need to warm myself.”

Harry briskly walked over to Hermione and pulled down the chemise to expose her right breast and snatch it in to his mouth with one hand, the other went to her back, pulling her up and nearly off the floor.
Hermione’s head fell back as she gasped and moaned at the surprise attack.

When her feet once again felt the ground the chemise was ripped from her body and suddenly she was on her back. Harry was on top of her, devouring her mouth.

Hermione felt Harry’s hands, pulling her legs apart saying,
“ Let me warm myself with your fire,” and he slid inside her easily as she was so wet. Her whole body was hot with a combination of arousal and embarrassment.

Hermione turned her face away from Harry’s. His hand went to her cheek and turning her face to him. He kissed her sweetly and whispered,
“Your secrets are safe with me, no need to turn away.”

She gazed up at him and knew they would be, but would she be able to handle his?
Harry plunged into her gently at first and then started banging her like a madman, grunting and moaning. He was driving into her as he shouted,
“ Yes.. God yes.. So warm… so soft. I want my cock deep inside you. I love fucking you woman. Your body was made for pleasing men … for pleasuring them.”

Hermione could feel herself shut down her feelings thinking to herself ‘ it’s a game he wants to play.. play along it means nothing,
He’s pretending to be someone or something else .. just play along.’

She moaned out with a sigh and looked at Harry seductively,
“ It is… and it does…. over and over again.”

Harry’s expression changed for a moment, to surprise and shock as a
“WHAT!” fell out of his mouth.

“ Do I not pleasure you sir ..over and over,” Hermione asked innocently.

“ Yes you do woman,” and with that Harry gave a few more thrusts that sent ripples of pleasure through the both of them and making them come.

Harry lay next to Hermione breathing deeply.
“Did I please you sir? Are you warm now?” Hermione asked.

“ Yes, my love I’m warm.” Harry replied, “ I didn’t expect you to say anything like that, it surprised me for a moment.”

“I was just playing along.” Hermione replied.

Harry stared at her with a serious expression.
“ You sounded very ….convincing. Tell me I’m the only one Hermione.” He asked with a distress in his voice.

“Of course you’re the only one Harry. I don’t want anyone else but you,” she said sitting up looking at him and touching his cheek,
“ You have my heart. I am yours,” she said softly and then added with a little roar to her voice, “ and you are mine.”

Harry eyes widen and the fire Hermione saw in them exploded through his body. He tackle her saying,
“ Yes, I am yours. Yours to command my lady, what do you wish for.”

“ Your love.” Hermione said and kissed him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harry and Hermione went to the party Saturday afternoon and the theatre that evening. Hermione kept her eyes and ears open, worried that someone might attempt to hurt or kill Harry. She put the rings in her pocket not wanting to wear them with the dresses she wore for these events. Everything went fine and she had, somewhat of a good time,

On the way back to the apartment, they ran into Susanna who was also just coming home for from the theatre.

“Good evening Hermione, Lord Harry,” Susanna said curtsying.
“Hermione I’ve been invited to a Mistress Party tomorrow night would you come with me?” she asked her with a tone of dread.

“Mistress Party?” Hermione asked.

“It’s when all the men who have mistresses meet and show off their mistresses. It can be boring sometimes and other times it’s can get a bit out of hand. Ask his lordship to bring you please.” Susanna pleaded.

Hermione looked at Harry and he nodded.
“Where’s the party?” Hermione asked.

“Riddle Estate.” Susanna said, “ You’ll want to wear something nice but not too nice sometimes the men act more like school boys than gentlemen.” Susanna commented rolling her eyes.

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Hermione put on her dark green dress that matched Harry’s eyes and did some of her hair up into a bun in the back, the rest hung down on her shoulders in long curls.

Harry was in a black and dark green semi-formal dress robe.
Hermione put the rings in her pocket and put on her cloak.

They pulled up to the Riddle Estate and heard the music playing and lots of laugher.

Susanna and Sir John had just arrived a few minutes before them.

Hermione looked at all the woman. She was surprise to see many older women there and they had oppulent jewels on that sparkled and glittered.

Hermione took out the two rings just to have something on her hands. She put the garnet ring on her index finger and the moonstone on her middle finger; both on her right hand.

The four of them went up to the Ball Room and they danced a few waltzes. There were many of London’s high-class crowd; a number of royals from other countries and as well as famous writers and artists.

Harry was surprised he knew most of the gentlemen at the parties. He started chatting with his peers and started to really enjoy himself.

Hermione got a little bored and decide to wander around.
Up on the top floor people seemed to be chatting with each other.
On another floor they were playing games, darts, cards and chess. She went in and out of the rooms without being noticed.

Then Hermione went down to the bottom level of the estate. She heard all sorts of noises, she peeked into a room full of men cheering.

She walked in and a man took her hand, kissed it and asked,
“Coming to play?, Want to prance about my little filly?” He guided her over to a small room where she saw around dozen women on their hands and knees naked. Strapped onto them were tails and headdresses that looked like a horses and unicorns.
Men were also and all fours and nuzzling up to the women then they got behind the woman and acted like a stud mounting the women.

The man still had Hermione’s hand was handing her a headdress with a horn and tail.

She backed away shaking her head. A man came from behind her accidentally pushing Hermione forward. She saw one man going to each woman for a few thrust and then move on. He mounted one blonde woman and she pretend to buck at him and playfully stuck her arse in the air and heard her sing out,
“ Mount me twice you stud and then fuck my mouth.”

This was too much for Hermione and she pushed her way out of the room and ran up the stairs.

~ ~ ~ ~

Hermione was a bit out of breath but felt safer and as she entered the Ball Room again.

Harry came up to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek asking,
“ Where have you been?”
“Just wondered around little,” Hermione simply said.
“ Here have some champagne,” and handed her a glass.
Hermione drank some of it down. She suddenly felt eyes on her and she looked around.

She didn’t see anyone she knew. But she felt uneasy.
Hermione poured the rest of her drink into a potted plant.

A moment later a man with a tray of champagne came over with another glass for her.
Hermione made eye contact with him. His eyes seemed cold and his expression was of superior manner. He reminded her of someone and it gave her a cold chill. She watched the man give drinks to others while he kept an eye on Harry.

She went up to Harry and said,
“ Harry I’m feeling a little tired can we go home?”

“Sir John wants to play a game of chess… One game and then we’ll leave?” Harry posed.

“ Alright.” Hermione agreed thinking ‘I’ll just stay close to him.

Harry had just finished his glass of champagne when the same man came over and handed Harry another glass. Harry took a few gulps and cringed.

“ What’s the matter Harry?” Hermione asked.

“It’s very sweet,” he commented.

Hermione looked at the waiter, who hand Harry his drink and the man was walking quickly toward the door.

Hermione grabbed Harry’s glass and took a whiff. It smelled sweet.. too sweet… like Slice of death.

Harry turned pale, took a step back, fell to the floor and died.
“ Harry. Harry.” Hermione yelled, “ Some one get a doctor.”

Hermione looked up to see the waiter, smiling at the door.
Hermione picked up her skirts and ran after him.

She followed him down the hall, up the stairs and into the study room.

She opened the door and immediately fell to the floor, struckby a blow from his fist.
Hermione was dazed for a moment, but She got up and said,
“Lucius Malfoy, I know it’s you,” taking out her wand and pointing it at him.

He just laughed.

“Why are you trying to kill Harry?”
“Kill his Lordship. Why would I want to do that?”

“Stupefy,” she said.
It knocked the man off his feet and onto the floor.
Hermione sat him up and opened the garnet ring letting a few drops of the potion into his mouth.
“Rennervate” she called out and the man came too.

“ Why are you trying to kill Harry?”

“I’m not. I did try before.”
“Why did you give him the potion.”

“As long as he doesn’t drink too much of it the potion won’t kill him.

“Then, what are you doing, what are you planning?” Hermione posed.

“Trying to have you kill him. He’ll be asleep for three days and then wake up.” The man started to change, what ever spell he was under was wearing off and Lucius Malfoy was now on the floor laughing.

“He’d wake in his coffin buried alive.” and he laughed even harder,
“ I was going to send you a note on that day, after just long enough for him to suffocate, but just in time for you to dig him up and to feel his body, still be warm.” he said laughing.

“Why?” Hermione cried.

“ To make your life miserable, sad, lonely and to make sure you never find happiness a day in your life. You took my son from me.”
Lucius shouted at her.

“ I took?” she screamed,” He took. He took my son. He killed his own son. And then the bastard fell off the horse. He tortured me while I was carrying my child.”

“He wouldn’t have fallen off that horse if you hadn’t taken off. It’s your fault Dracodied,” he shouted.

“ You can’t blame me for his death. When he killed my son, he doomed himself.” Hermione spat out.

There was a noise behind Hermione and she looked over her shoulder. There were four men who had heard the conversation.
Three had their wands out and one ran off to get a carriage.

“ He tried to kill his lordship, hey?” said one of the men.

They bound Lucius’s hands and lead him away to the magistrate to await his case in the morning.

Hermione ran back to the Ballroom where Harry was still on the floor.

Hermione got Harry into the carriage and drove him back to her apartment.

Everyone thought Harry was dead and she had lost her mind and didn’t accept Harry’s death.

Harry woke up the next morning in bed alone.
Hermione had fallen asleep sitting on the chair next to him.
Harry woke her up and pulled her into the bed with him feeling cold,
“Warm me woman,” he said nuzzling up to her.