Vows

Chapter 12 Heartbreak


Harry fastened Hermione’s dress back upwith obvious distress and in conflict with his rising hormone levels

Harry took a quick peek at the supplies they had and the few luxuries Harry had nicked from the ship and they were ready to start their two weeks together undisturbed.

Hermione pulled out her bag and with her convent clothing. Most of which she would never wear again. But she hated wasting the nice dress so she put them back in her old bag deciding she would alter them. She looked at the new dresses she got the day before. In her mind, they were too fancy for her but she didn’t want to necessarily wear plain dresses for Harry and they weren’t too fancy. She had seen far fancier dresses on the ladies that came to the church for services.

The bell on deck went off and Hermione heard Sirius shout out,
“Breaking the surface,” and with that the ship popped out of the sea like a toy boat. Hermione was lifted into the air for a moment and landed on her arse.

Hermione heard the boys on deck laughing and cheering.

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Harry and the boys lugged their things off the ship and into Remus’s cottage.

Hermione, Harry, Sirius and Remus all stood on the shore,
“ Well, have fun you two. We’ll be back for you in two weeks.”

Harry and Hermione bid them farewell with a hug and a kiss.

Hermione wasted no time setting up their temporary home. Harry wasted no time making the bed.

He called to Hermione,
“Hermione come to the bedroom,” as he hastily shed his clothing.

Hermione came in as Harry was pulling off his pants.

“Harry we still have some unpacking to do,” she told him.

Harry didn’t hear or pretended not hear and put his arms around her devouring her with a passionate kiss.

“It can wait, I got to show you how much I missed not being with you all day,” and he pulled her over to the bed.

He slowly undressed her, taking care to unfasten all the hooks, buttons and ties so that she was naked in just minutes.

His eyes darted around her body, like a child, not sure where to start in a candy store.

His lips met hers in a hot kiss as his hand cupped her breast and she let out a gasp of surprise.

The gasp must have made his passions soar; for in the next moment, he had her up in his arms and placing her on the bed, lying down beside her.

He whispered sweet, loving words in her ear as he kissed her neck and bit her earlobe.

Hermione let out a little laugh as Harry tickled her ear with vibrating breath.

It wasn’t long before Harry settled himself between her legs and she sighed saying,
“Harry is it wicked of me to say I liked sharing your bed and I love it when you are on top of me,” as she blushed a charming shade of pink..

“Not at all. You are a passionate woman Hermione. I just hope I can fulfill your needs,” Harry whispered.

“You do Harry, Oh my you do,” and she raised her lips to his.

Hermione closed her eyes as he entered her. She was already wet from his tender kissing and touches. Harry’s hands caressed her and pulled her closer and tighter to him with each thrust.

They made love all afternoon and they slept when they were tired.

Hermione woke in the dark. She had had a bad dream or a bad feeling and it started her awake.

She was famished when she woke up. So she went into the kitchen and unpacked the supplies.

She was half done when Harry walked in and kissed her,
“Hermione what are you doing sweetheart?”

“I woke up and wanted something to eat. So I’m unpacking. Go back to bed.”

Harry’s eyes were shut but he said,
“I can’t sleep without you by my side.”

“I’ll be there in a bit.”

Harry opened his sleepy eyes drew in a big sigh and started helping her.

“Harry you don’t have to …”

“Yes I do. I want you in bed with me and if this gets you there faster than I’m doing it.”

Hermione smiled at him and he smiled back.

They was just putting last of the food away as the sun rose through the kitchen window, casting a golden glow on Hermione’s face.

“God you’re beautiful,” Harry said staring at her.

He took her hand and they walked back to the bedroom.

They both fell asleep.

Hours later Hermione woke to a growling stomach and a parched mouth.

She once again went into the kitchen this time to cook.

She made some porridge and poured some juice for the both of them.
Hermione carried it to the bedroom where she nudged Harry a few times but he just kept sleeping. She whispered in his ear,
“Breakfast is ready.”

He murmured something in his sleep and pulled the blankets over his head.

Hermione couldn’t wait anymore and started to eat her breakfast without him.

After that she snuggled up next to Harry, who wrapped his arm around her with a satisfying moan, making Hermione smile, knowing that even as he slept, he still missed her next to him.

Hermione couldn’t have been happier with her life, as she drifted off to sleepwith a contented smile on her face.

But sleep did not bring happy dreams.

She found herself back in the convent running and hiding from the bishop. At each corner, at each turn the Archbishop was there, waiting to snag her into his gasp. He caught her habit or veil but she would yank free.

Hermione was kneeling on the alter and the bishop was there hand stretch out, a milky white fluid was on his hand.

She looked up at him and he commanded her to kiss his hand.
She tried to find a dry spot but there was none.

“Kiss it!” he commanded again and pushed his hand to her lips.
Her lips were covered in his warm seed.
“Now lick it clean,” he commanded grinning evily at her.

Hermione opened her mouth as she let out a gasp of disgust and the flavor of theliquid entered her mouth.
The taste was vile, so foul that she woke up with an agonizing jolt and got sick, bending over the edge of the bed to empty her stomach.

Harry came running into the bedroom,
“Hermione?”

She heaved again as she woke up.
Tears running down her face, beads of perspiration were on her forehead and she was trembling.

“Hermione,” Harry whispered easing her back on to the pillows.

He took out his wand and did a cleaning spell get rid of the vomit.

“What happen? Are you all right?” Harry touching her forehead,
“You’re sweating.”

“I just had a bad dream that’s all.”

“That’s one hell of a bad dream.”

Harry got a wet cloth and washed her face sighing,
“Oh I’m so thoughtless. I’ve kept you up all hours of the night and made you sick.”

“Oh Harry. It was just a bad dream.”

“What kinda of dream making you sick? What did you dream?”

“ I was kneeling at an alter and .. and the bishop was there,” Hermione started to tell him. Her skin started to crawl as she said,
“ He had his hand out for me to kiss, his hand was covered in his own seed. I looked to see if I could find a clean area, but there was none. He commanded me to kiss it. He brought his hand to my face and he wiped his hand on my mouth and told me to lick it. I opened my mouth and I gasped . . and the taste of .. him..” Hermione’s stomach started to churn again. She closed her eyes tightly to block out the image of the dream, getting up off the pillow.

Harry made Hermione a cup of tea and had her sip it hoping it would help settle her stomach.

He lay down next to her and they both fell asleep again for a few hours.

Harry woke up a few times feeling Hermione’s head for fever and got her to drink more tea.

She was acting fine by late afternoon, but she look pale, like she hadn’t slept.
Harry made them dinner and they went for a walk on the shore watching the sunset.

“I so wanted to make love to you in the garden today, but I guess that can wait till the morning,” He teased Hermione.

She smiled at him and said,
“Why should we wait until morning? The garden… with the stars above… sounds like heaven to me.”

Harry’s eyes twinkled as he embraced his bride and said,
“I’ll go get a blanket and some wine, …you find a good spot for us.”

Hermione found a spot in the open grassy lawn. The first stars were coming out as they lay the blanket down.

Harry opened the bottle of wine and poured some out for them.

They got as far as drinking half the bottle, before they lost all self restraint and began tearing the clothes off each other. Hermione straddled Harry, slowly sliding him into her. Hermione gyrated on her groom sending Harry into a frenzy of ecstacy. He couldn’t seem to get deep enough in her until he rolled her over on to her back and she moaned for her release then they both exploded.

The morning came too quickly as the two woke to a cool morning breeze.

Harry picked up Hermione before she could really wake up and brought her back in to the house. Harry started a fire in the bedroom. Tucking Hermione into bed and joining her.

In the middle of her wonderful dream Hermione woke up and sat up right.
She wondered what had woken her up. Harry was asleep next to her.
Hermione slowly remembered it was a sound. A voice calling to her,
Calling her name, but it wasn’t the name Hermione. They were calling Jane.

With a sick feeling Hermione pictured the bishop and she whispered,
“Go to hell.”
She closed her eyes and snuggled back up to Harry.

For three days Hermione was woken up by bad dreams of the Archbishop hunting her down in the convent and the church.

On the fourth day, she woke up and screamed as she saw the vile man coming into the bedroom. Hermione felt a burning like sensation on her back.

Hermione scrambled from the bed and tried to dash for the door.
She tripped on the afghan and fell to the floor in her panic to evade him. She called out for Harry but there was no respose from the kitchen where he was.

The Archbishop looked at her puzzled, as he knelt down in front of her, he edged closer to her. His hand was reaching out to her.
“No!” Hermione yelled and pushed it away.

A sad and confused expression was on Archbishop Snape’s face as he stared at her.

His face faded and Harry’s face took it’s place,
“Hermione?”

“Harry?” and she rushed into his arms, “ Harry.. was I dreaming or was he here?”

“Who?”

“Archbishop Snape? He came into the room.”


“I came into the room Hermione, you were running for the door as though I was the devil himself.”

“He is the devil.” Hermione whispered, “ and he wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m afraid Harry.”

“You’re just upset.” Harry assured her.

Hermione shook her head,
“I don’t think so Harry. I feelI’m losing my mind.”

Harry made her a cup of tea and took her out into the garden.
There he wrote a letter to Sirius and Remus telling them that something was terribly wrong with Hermione that she was ill.

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Later that night Harry and Hermione were laying down in front of the fireplace. Harry was in back of Hermione kissing her behind the ear and making his way around her neck and to the other side. He touched her back and she felt a stinging sensation.

Harry whispered,
“ Come on you’ve had a hard day. Let me tuck you into bed and tuck me, inside of you,” he teased.

Hermione laughed softly, feeling his lips on her shoulder. Harry moved to the side of her and continued to kiss her shoulder to her neck, up to her cheek and then capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue mating with hers and a moan caught in her throat.
She loved the taste and feel of Harry’s mouth on hers.

But as the kiss broke Hermione opened her eyes to see two black eyes looking back at hers and she gasped falling back.

When the Archbishop spoke it was Harry’s voice she heard.

Harry asked, “What’s wrong?”
She closed her eyes.
She put her hands up onto Harry’s face and felt his features, his cheeks his lips and his eyebrows and his scar.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she said,
“ Harry when I saw you, just now, you had the archbishop’s face.”

“What?”

“When I looked,you had the archbishop’s face. I saw his face not yours.” Hermione admitted.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, but I think he is getting into my mind,” she said opening her eyes to the Archbishop’s face, “ and his face is still there.”

Harry felt his face as he looked at her.

“I don’t want to see his face, Harry. I want to see yours,” Hermione cried out in despair.

“Maybe Moony can help. He may know more about the archbishop than you and how to stop this.” Harry explained.

Hermione closed her eyes and kissed Harry’s lips. They were warm and wanting, as his hands pulled her against him. Harry let out moan and guided Hermione to the floor where he rolled on top of her.

Hermione kept her eyes closed as he lifted her nightgown up over her head. She felt his lips on her neck and on her breasts.

Harry entered her gently whispering,
“I love you sweet angel. Feel ME and know you’re mine, and I planted my seed in you with love to make us forever one.”

“Yes Harry. I’m yours,” Hermione moaned as Harry’s length filled her.

Their love making started slowly and then gradually became faster. Harry pulling Hermione closer to him, plunging deeper in to her with every thrust, all the while Hermione kept her eyes shut, afraid to open them and find black eyes staring back at her.

Hermione could feel her body tension going higher and her and Harry’s body came together. Harry called out,
“Hermione!” but it had an echo of the Bishop’s voice.

Hermione couldn’t help the cold sweat or all her blood leaving her face as she stared into the Archbishop’s smiling face. Her eyes wouldn’t shut no matter how hard she tried. His hand touched her cheek and she wanted to shrink from it.

“Hermione?” Harry’s voice sounded in her ears.
“Mmm.” Hermione murmured looking away from him.
“Hermione? Are you..” his hand caressed her cheek and down her neck making her wince and she shuddered with revulsion.

“Hermione are you still seeing him?” Harry voice came and went with a mix of Archbishop Snape’s voice.

Hermione put her hand up to Harry hands and pushed it away from her face saying,
“Please don’t touch me.” She couldn’t look at him but she could hear him gasp and breathing change. She rolled out of the bed.

“Please stay here. I won’t touch you, I promise,”
Hermione heard Harry’s soft gentle voice say. She heard his heart breaking and hers.

‘Why didn’t I keep my eyes shut,’ she wondered. She didn’t want to look back and see Snape’s face there on the bed where she and Harry had just made love. But she didn’t want to see Harry’s face either just now, because she couldn’t handle what she just did to him either.

“I’m going to sleep in the other room. You stay here. I need to be alone for a little while, that’s all. Good night.” Hermione said holding back her tears, shutting the door behind her.

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