Lord of the Land

This chapter has two women kissing but it's not a romantic kiss so I put a Slash? in the warning just to cover all bases.


Harry looked alarmed suddenly and he pulled Hermione’s chemise back onto her shoulders
and then grabbed her dress, “Here. Put this back on quickly.”

Harry walked to the door and called Remus over, as Hermione got dressed.

Hermione was just hooking up the last fasteners on her dress
and was fixing her hair when Harry reach out his hand said,
“Hermione,” she grabbed it.

He peeked out the door and when there weren’t to many people around said,
“Come on. We’ve done everything properly and it hasn’t gotten us anywhere. I’m not going to
let him touch you again.” Harry blurred out pulling her by the arm.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked under her breath.

“Kidnapping you,” he said gently as they were making their way
through a new crowd coming to pay their respect all wanting to speak to Hermione.

Harry stopped to let Hermione talk to the visitors, as they didn’t want to draw too much
attention to themselves as they made their escape. She thanked them for coming and kept an
eye on where Harry was.

She finished a conversation with one of the market vendors
she used to see everyday while selling her fruits vegetables and potions and gazed
at Harry longingly.

He walk over and took her hand wrapped it around his arm walking toward the gate among
a group of people who were leaving the wake.

“Hermione,” Draco called out to her and Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, her hand helplessly
slipped away from Harry arm as he continued to walk.

She looked up at Harry who turned to see why Hermione let go of him.

“Hermione.” Draco called again and Hermione fought with all her might to take a step towards Harry.
But all she could do is stand there.

“Help me,” she whispered with tears in her eyes.

“HERMIONE!” Draco barked and she lost the fight with the ring and Draco.

She turned around and walked quickly to Draco. Not knowing what he was going to say or do to her.

“ What took you so long?” Draco demanded.

With tears rolling down her face she whispered to Draco,
“ Draco this is a wake keep your voice down,” she looked around and saw Harry in the far end
of the yard looking bewildered. She saw Harry’s carriage coming to the gate with Remus.
She felt sickknowing she was steps away from freedom.

“I’m mourning my loss, you should at least pretend to care.
Put your arm around my shoulders for a moment and give me your handkerchief.
We don’t need talk around village. I thought you wanted to be respected and have high social status?”

He did what he was told.
“Come in the house and rest a bit in your condition, I don’t want
you getting ill or something.” Draco commented, guiding her into the house.

A few hours went by and all the guests left.

Hermione was cleaning up the house for the funeral for the next day and sent a note to
the Weasleys to ask one or two of the men to dig a grave for her uncle.

Draco had fallen a sleep on the sofa.

She went over the body of her uncle and knelt down whispered to him,
“I didn’t mean to do it, I didn’t mean for this to happen but you were going to hurt me and
the child in me. I only meant to scare you really. I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

Hermione went up stairs to lie down in her old room but she went into her parent’s room instead.

She looked at her mother clothes in the trunk and started to cry.
Hermione found a several pieces of jewelry that her mother wore only once in a great while.
They were worth a lot and her mother mainly kept them just incase they needed money
for the farm or family. The clothes smelled musty but still had a scent of her mother on them,
Sweet Honeysuckle.

There was an envelope in the trunk that had her name on it.
She opened it.

Dear Hermione
If you are reading this I am dying or died from the sickness that has
plagued our village.
Please help your father with the wake and funeral.
I know it will be hard for you but you must be there for
your dad.

Bury me in the herb garden, as you know your dad got me
lots of plants there and I wish to be placed there.

If Marie is also following me bury her in the orchard, as a child she used to love climbing the
trees there and threw the bad fruit at the people walking by.

If Annie is following me bury her in the front of the house, she was
more of the hostess and social butterfly.

And if your dad is joining me he will want to be buried in his family plot.

Don’t let your uncle bully Annie or Marie into burying any of us in the graveyard.
I’m sorry I never told you that our land has a charm on it.
No one can buy our land. It can only be pass to blood-family.
Your husband can’t own it only you and your children.
Women in our family have made this land fertile it reflects you.

A husband can work the land as long as you spill your first night together on the land.
The charm will recognize the link.
If you leave the farm it will die no matter who tends it.
I’m sorry for telling you this now.
That’s why we did not allow you to go to school this year we needed you here.
Take care where you bury me we have several generations of family buried on the grounds.
The big white stones are there for a
reason, they’re grave markers.
As you take care of the land the land we take care of you.
I love you and will watch over you my dear.
Mom

Hermione couldn’t believe what she had read and read it again.
Charmed land, bodies buried on the grounds?

‘A husband can work the land as long as you spill your first night together on the land.
’ What did she mean?

She had heard rumors and scary stories of their land. Ghost stories
and tales that would keep a child in bed and not lurking outside in the middle of the night.


Hermione heard Draco calling for her.
She put the letter away and went to see what he wanted.

“I’m tired let’s go home,” he said.

“Draco, I need to spend some time here in next few days after the funeral. Cleaning up, seeing
what has to be done with harvesting and I have to care for the animals,” Hermione commented.

He looked at her with an unpleasant look on his face,
“Fine, but don’t except me to help you.”

They went to the Malfoy estate where Posy was complaining as usual about being bored sitting
down to dinner.

“I’m sorry to hear about your uncle,” Posy said cutting her meat,
“How did he die?”

“Falling down stairs? He was drunk.” Draco said.

“Falling down stairs. How many were there, he was such a strong and sturdy men. Seems strange
a man like that would get hurt by a few stairs.” Posy commented.

“He was drunk, lost his footing I suppose,” Hermione started to get nervous, “snapped his neck.
He had a horrible look on his face.”

“Well I guess I’ll go to the funeral tomorrow ” Posy announced.
“How is your Aunt taking it?” Posy asked.

“I don’t know where she is.” Hermione admitted.

“Hmmmmm… Uncle died, Aunt missing sounds suspicious to me. Do you think she could have killed him?”
Posy said playfully and then laughed.

Hermione was again getting nervous and trying to stay calm.
She turned to Posy and said, “ I doubt it. She was already gone when I last talked to him.”

There was a loud bang of thunder and the windows rattled.

Trying to change the subject Hermione blurred out,
“I hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow digging a grave in the mud is very difficult.”

“Walking in the mud is difficult. I’m ruining all my dresses. I wish we were in London, they have
stones in the streets and planks and porches outside of stores. You don’t have to worry about
puddles cause all the water go in the ditch,” Posy explained.

Everyone agreed and the talk changed to something else.

After dinner Hermione went in to the library. She was looking through some books when Posy came in.
She looked around the room
with unsure expression on her face and an empty brandy glass in her hand.

“Do you want something Posy?” Hermione asked.

Posy waltzed up to her looking superior,
“You’re family now. I have to be honest I don’t like you. You’re not right for Draco.” Shaking her head
she said as she stroked Hermione’s cheek,
“But I’ll try to accept the fact that he and you are married and with child,” she gave her a soft hug.
“So welcome to the family.” Posy whispered in Hermione’s ear as she leaned into Hermione’s face
and kissed her on the cheek.
Posy’s hand made it’s way to Hermione’s neck.

Posy gave Hermione delicate kisses down her cheek to her lips that grew firm with each touch.
Posy’s hand kept Hermione’s face still, while Posy’s tongue invaded Hermione’s mouth swirling
it around.

Hermione was stunned for a moment and jumped back, putting her
hand to her mouth she could taste the brandy on her own lips and tongue.

Posy smiled, licked her lips and said softly,
“I could show you things that would make you blush and so much more,” she laughed walking out
of the room.

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The next day Draco and Hermione got to the house early to set up for after the funeral. Hermione was
in the side yard putting linens on the table when she was grabbed hard from behind, her skirt was
wrenched up and her knickers pulled down. A pair of hands pushed her up against the table.
She barely got out the words,
“Draco we do not have time for this. People will be here soon. Beside I’m pregnant already.
You have to stop, it’s in the contract.”
With that Draco stopped and smiled at her,
“Hermione asked me to take you.. to do my husbandly duty.”
He grabbed her, “Say fuck me Draco. Please fuck me.”

The words came out of her mouth,
“Please fuck me Draco.”

“Now say, Draco I’m yours to have any time and where you want me,” he commanded.

Hermione started to shake from rage and fight the words that were trying to come out of the mouth,
“Draco I’m yours to have any time and where you want me,”

He stood there smiling, “ and now I get to have you anytime I want.”

It didn’t take long but it was messy and painful since she didn’t have a chance to work the numbing spell.

Hermione stood up and fixed her skirts as semen poured out of her on the ground. She continued
to set up for the visitors who would come back to the house, eat, drink and socialize. Then she had
to go and change in to one of her mother’s black dresses and Hermione put the letter in the pocket.

Many people returned to the house for the funeral ceremony. The preacher talked about Richard and
how he will be missed. And that Hermione and others were still grieving over Hermione’s mother and
cousin Annie.

Most of the people came to the gravesite. The coffin was lowered into the grave and everyone threw in
a handful of dirt in.

Hermione thanked them for coming and invited them back to the house.

Mrs. Weasley was in the crowd. Hermione asked her if she could help her with the guests and asked her
if she knew anything about a charm that keeps the property in the family.

“I know it but your family is muggle. They usually don’t have charms on there things especially property.
The spell must have been cast ages ago. You must have had a witch in the family before or someone did
you a favor or cursed you.”

“In the letter it said my husband and I have to ‘spill our first night together on the land.’ She meant spend right?”

“With a spell like this no you have to spill your first night. Your sexual essence blood, sweat, other fluids
and his semen together that’s what it means.
Which means the Malfoys can’t have your land it will wilt and die in a few weeks if your not here,”
Mrs. Weasley said with a concern look on her face.

“Well it’s still not safe from Draco. I’m sure if he finds out he’ll sell the land.” Hermione commented.

“Oh and there is another thing. In the letter my mum wanted to be buried in the garden and Annie
was to be put in the front of the house.” Hermione whispered.

“Oh dear! The boys won’t enjoy that.” Mrs. Weasley said as though she had a bad taste in her mouth.

“You can help me then? When?” Hermione whispered.

“Sundown. There will be less people around. Meet us there.”

“I’ll try.” Hermione said and was about to go when she paused and said, “ If you see his lordship..” tears
started to form in her eyes,
“tell him I wanted to go but…” Hermione voice was breaking up
“I couldn’t. It’s charmed..” raising her hand and pointing at the ring “Dutiful wife.” Hermione began to weep.

Mrs. Weasley hugged her, “You poor child. I doubt Draco will lift
the charm off of it. You’ll need a jeweler or a black smith with an anti–charm blade to get that off.”
She let out a big sigh,
“One thing at a time lets get through this funeral gathering then we’ll go back to get your mother
and cousin.”

They got the house and set up the food and drinks for people.
Most of the conversation was how they missed Hermione’s mother and what a wonderful person
she was always helping people and how much Hermione was like her. How unfortunate it was to
loss both a mother and a beautiful young cousin.

No one talked about Draco and Hermione’s marriage. In fact very few people talked to Draco who
was getting drunk with Posy.

Draco and Posy ended up being so loud and rude that Hermione told them to go home or go up
stairs and go to bed.

Draco staggered up the stairs by himself saying,
“This morning was just a warm up, tonight you’re going to come to me and let me bed you as
many times as I wish, and you’ll beg for more you tart.”

Posy managed to get up with a little help from Hermione who she turn to and said
“So these are the stairs that you pushed your poor uncle down.”

Hermione was shaken, “No. These are the stairs you’ll fall down if you’re not careful,
” trying not to look guilty.

By late afternoon the last of the guests left and Draco and Posy were up stairs most likely passed out.

It was too soon to go to the graveyard so Hermione still feeling Draco’s sticky seed on her legs
she went to the stream to bathe.

It was quiet and the sun was shining, as she placed her clothes on the ground wearing only her chemise.

She stepped into the stream it was cool and wonderful.
Hermione sat in the deepest part and submerged her whole body under for a few moments.

She washed away Draco’s semen off of her. She turned her body to face the rushing water and
parted her legs after a few minutes to cleanse herself more.

She turned around again to let the water cascade over her shoulders.
She again submerged her whole body in the deeper part of the stream and stayed at the bottom.
Holding her breath she opened her eyes to see a dark shadow towering over her blocking out the sun light.
She was scared for a moment thinking ‘Do they think I dead.’ she didn’t move.

The figure became thicker and short to her.
Suddenly Hermione was out of the water and lifted into the air.

She couldn’t see for a few moments as she tried to feel the ground with her feet.
It took her a moment to realize it was a man in formal clothes.
She covered her mouth with one hand as she coughed out the some water she inhaled and extended
the other hand out to the man holding her up in attempt to keep him at a distance.
She blinked and cleared her vision.

Her hand, on the man’s chest, soon made it’s way around his neck as his lips captured her surprised
open mouth.

“Harry I’m so” he cut her off with a kiss,” sorry about yesterdayyy..” Hermione struggled to apologize as
he dove at her lips again and again ignoring what she was saying.

‘No apologies were needed’ was the expression he had on his face.

Harry guided her to the drier ground while removing his now wet cloths and gently spiraling Hermione
down to the ground kissing her.

Hermione closed her eyes as she felt his warm body on hers.
She wrapped her legs around his hips eager to have Harry possess her.
Harry pulled up her soggy slip and gently entered her.
Hermione felt a wonderful wave of pleasure go through her as Harry
began his slow loving rhythmic dance. He caressed her body with his hands murmuring into her neck
“Hermione. Hermione. My sweet lovely,” and moaned.

She pulled her legs high up so he could go deeper, her arms wrapped around his back her hands
rounding on his shoulders.
She met with each of his thrusts and slowly they climaxed.

Harry pulled out and started licking her wet folds.
He sighed and put a finger in his lips and licked it and inserted the finger in her.
He probed and rubbed her well for a few moments and then licked another finger, inserting two inside
her.

Harry found the right spot and with a circular movement brought Hermione higher and higher until she
came with a loud moan. Her whole body shivered and trembled while Harry lips and tongue drank her
nectar that was dripping out of her.

Hermione forget what it was like to have Harry’s lips and tongue make love to her as he licked
and sucked with his lips, his warm tongue caressing the intimate parts of her inside made her want more.
A gentle thumb pressing against her swollen clitoris already started her climaxing.

Hermione lay shaking, Harry wiped his lips clean with his fingers, and kneeled between her legs.
“Oh God Harry,” she manages to pant out eyes closed.

Harry placed his hand on her belly and slowly brushes his hand to a breast and Hermione’s whole
body exploded with excitement and she arched her back to press her breast up to his hand.

Hermione arms reached out to him as he hovered over her.
Harry thrust inside her, his pace began slowly and quickened.
He plunged into her faster and faster. His sweat rolled down his back and chest, Hermione trying
to hold on to him, her fingers slipped as he lifted her off the ground driving himself in her.
Hermione gently rounds back to the ground.

Harry hoisted Hermione hips higher as he kneeled.
He drove himself deeper into her as he grunted and moaned like a wild man pulling her hips up to him.

Harry pulled her by the arm up to him in a sitting position.
Mouthing biting her neck, a hand cups a breast and the other hand holding her up to him.
Harry’s mouth moved to the cupped breast and his lips licks the nipple until it’s hard and Hermione moaned.

Hermione could feel the heat of day on her body as she sweats and Harry lips kissing her breast moves
to her neck mouthing and licking her moist chin.
His lips cover her mouth and she can taste the salt of her sweat on his lips.

Harry leans forward and starts thrusting into Hermione again. Reaching for the place where they
are just one.. where they can’t think or talk but be in heaven for a moment before falling back to
being lovers by a stream.
She wishes this can go on all day but at sundown.. the graveyard and tonight.. Draco wants to bed
her as many times as he can..

Hermione felt her body tensing up and Harry’s breathing getting deeper she could feel him getting
bigger and bigger and knew he was going to explode soon.

‘Oh God if Harry comes in me will Draco know? Will he be able to tell if I was with someone else?’
The thought rang in her head but as she said,
“Harry wait,”
Harry plunged deep inside her releasing his seed. It was too late
as her own body went with him meeting his pulses.

Hermione let out a sound of release and regret.
He was still pulsing inside her as Harry asked,
“What’s wrong?”

“He’s going to have me tonight. I can’t have any evidence of you in me,” Hermione said crawling
out from under him.

Hermione stood up feeling Harry’s seed inside of her slowly making it way out. Her fingers cupping
the white fluid as it leaked out of her. Trying to hold the liquid as if it would stop time or keep them
together longer but watching it trickle through her fingers.

She stood there with her back towards him.

Harry came up behind her,
“Let’s leave right now just get in a carriage and go.” Harry whispered.

“I can’t. He’s already said I have to go to him. Any requests he makes I have to follow because of
this damn thing.” holding up the ring and in anger tried to take it off for a few moments and gave up.


Harry grabbed her hand and struggles to pull it off, but it doesn’t budge.
Harry collected some of his sperm off her fingers and puts it on the ring.
“Sorry, but this stuff is slippery.”
He again attempts to slide off the ring but still don’t move over the knuckle.

“Mrs. Weasley said I need a jeweler or a black smith with a anti-charm blade to get this off.” Hermione said.

She walked over the stream and sat down washing all traces of Harry off of her.

Harry sat down behind her his legs on either side of hers.
His hand rinsed off her thighs, slowly, brushing the inner thigh making Hermione quiver.

Hermione pushed his hand away gently
“Harry I can’t do this. I have clean up and meet the Weasley’s in the graveyard when it get dark.”

“Why?” Harry asked.

Hermione got up and walked over to her clothes took out the letter and handed it to Harry,
“I have to move my mom and cousin onto our farm. It was her wish to be buried there in the garden and
what my family has been doing for ages.” Hermione gasped just remembering they moved stones in the garden,
“Oh God the stones we moved some of them may have been markers.”

“What!” Harry sighed out, “Well fix it, we’ll put them back.” he paused and then said in a softer tone,
“Hermione our first night together…” Harry started to say.

“HERMIONE,” a male voice called from the farm.

“I have to go,” Hermione did a drying spell started getting dress with all speed.

Harry took hold of her hand and looked at her with an expression of ‘don’t go.’

“I’ve got too, please Harry” regretting she had to leave him and pulled his hand off hers and kissed him sweetly
on the lips, turned and ran for the house.