Lord of the Land

Chapter 15

They had just finished dinner. Hermione was going up the stairs when a sharp stabbing sensation in
her abdomen stopped her and she had to sit down on a step. A moment later she was doubled over and
panting from the pain.

Hermione yelled in pain so loud it echoed in hall down stairs where Draco and his father were.

Two maids got to Hermione first, trying to get her back on her feet but she just started screaming again.
The pain and pressure it felt as though someone was squeezing her insides and the sensation moved
throughout her body.

Draco picked her up and brought her to the bedroom.
Hermione was shaking and pale as she grabbed Draco’s arm,
“Get the doctor Draco, get the doctor quickly.”

Draco sent an urgent floo powder message to the doctor.

A grungy looking old man was there in the bedroom fireplace five minutes later.

“Where’s the patient?” he asked Draco.

Draco pointed to Hermione.

“Where does it hurt?” he asked.

“My abdomen and back.” Hermione told him as tears ran down her cheeks. She so afraid she knew
what was wrong it was the baby.

The doctor poked her here and there.
Made her drank a potion that made her blow out lime-green smoke.

He looked puzzled and said out loud,
“I’m not an expert. If your wife doesn’t lose the baby tonight I’ll have Madame Pomfrey come over
in the early morning,” and in a softer tone, “Try to keep her calm and not to move to much.
Sorry to say she’ll have sleep alone tonight. I fear any unnecessary movement will cause a miscarriage.”

He gave her a potion to sleep and then he left.
Hermione was afraid to move but soon the potion kicked in and she fell asleep.

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The next morning Madame Pomfrey was at Hermione’s bedside.
“Good morning. Sleep well?” she asked her patient.

“Yes, I’m feeling better now.” Hermione said.

“Here drink this and we’ll see if you are getting better.” the nurse remarked.

Hermione drank it down and orange smoke came out.
“Now this.” and the nurse handed Hermione another potion.
This time it was white smoke she blow out.

Draco walked up behind Madame Pomfrey,
“How is she doing?” Draco asked.

“Well “ she paused and looked at Draco and then Hermione, and then back at Draco,
“She needs rest, fresh air and no stress,” the nurse said stepping towards Draco,
“I heard you’ve had a loss. An uncle? and you’re not sure where the aunt is or the father? Clearly
this has stressed her out, dangerously.”

Draco stood there not sure what to say as he coughed to clear his throat,
“Yes most unfortunate that it has happen in such a short time, just after we were married.”

Madame Pomfrey stepped closer towards Draco,
“Oh and about that, no sharing a bed together, no sexual relations with your wife until I say, unless you
want her to lose this baby and or any other chance of having children.”

She put down a small stack of yellow paper next to the fireplace,
“If you need me throw one in to the fireplace.”

The nurse put on her cape and picked up her bag, and stepped into the fireplace,
“I’ll be back tomorrow to see how you are doing,” and in a green flash she was gone.

Hermione lay in bed most of the day the pain had stopped.
She went out on to the balcony to get some fresh air.

Draco and everyone else were downstairs doing what ever they normally did.

The maids came to check on Hermione.
Betsy brought up her lunch and dinner for her and by evening she peeked in on Hermione again
to see if her mistress needed anything.

Draco went out that evening to the brothel to have some fun with Crabbe and Goyle.

Hermione was grateful. No having sex with Draco for a while.
And he was getting sexual needs fulfilled so he shouldn’t be in a too foul a mood in the morning.

The next morning Madame Pomfrey was in the fireplace.
“How are we doing this morning?” she asked.

“Good,” Hermione said as Draco come in to the room.

Again Hermione took the potion and white smoke came out again.
The nurse check Hermione’s eyes and tongue.

The old woman looked around the dark dingy room and said,
“Fresh air will help I think. A small walk down the road and back again. Take your time and don’t hurry.
Yes I think that will help and drink this tea.” she put down a large teapot and got up went
into the fireplace and was gone.

Hermione looked and smelled the tea.
Just tea women take for morning sickness she supposed.
Hermione got dressed slowly and went out for a walk that morning at noon and again in the evening
but as she was walking down the hall to dinner she passed out.

The nurse came as soon as they threw a paper in to the fireplace.
She checked Hermione and said she did too much to soon, but she should be ok the next day.

Hermione got another invitation for tea the next day as Madame Pomfrey was giving
Hermione another potion and said,
“You could go but just take it easy. No getting upset.”

Draco replied, “Well she’s not going to the tea. She should stay home.”

Hermione could feel herself getting upset, “But I want to go, I won’t over do it.”

Draco gave her a look of ‘not in front of the Madame Pomfrey.’

The nurse spoke up “That’s an invitation to the Dean’s Tea?”

“Yes?” Hermione replied, “It is.”

“Well,” she laughed, “I was invited to it myself. I wasn’t going to go, but now I’ll know someone there.”

“Yes let go together, Draco she can look after me.” Hermione commented.

Draco looked angry and shocked as Hermione working her way around him.

At 2:50 Madame Pomfrey stepped out of the fireplace and took Hermione hand going back into the fireplace.

Gabriela Dean welcomed her guests with warm wet face cloths to wash off the soot and glasses of lemonade.

Hermione was grateful for the cold drink.
“Thank you,” as she sat down at the main table in the living room.
The Dean’s had a large house with many rooms and beautiful grounds. They often held great parties
with hundreds of guests.This must have been one of their smaller tea parties but the rooms were full
of food, music and guests.

Mrs. Weasley came up beside her and sat down slowly,
“My girl I am sorry for all the pain and suffering that I’ve caused you.”

“Mrs. Weasley you haven’t caused me any pain and suffering,” Hermione started to say.

“The pain you had the other night I caused it, but I, well we, had a good reason.”

“What?” Hermione breathed out in shock.

“We knew if you thought you were losing the baby you call for a doctor, the doctor would call on a midwife.
Poppy’s an old friend of mine “ she point at Madame Pomfrey.

“She would look like she was curing you of a miscarriage….what you were having were false
or practice labor pains….strong ones but false. The tea you drank with me, had a delayed
effect, you and the baby were never in any real danger. I wanted to tell you but .. obviously
we needed you panicked so when they called the doctor he would believe you were
having a miscarriage too.” Mrs. Weasley sighed,
“So now you won’t have Draco bedding you
for a good long while.”

“I’m not sure what to say? I understand what you did and why. Thank you! I was so afraid the other night.”
Hermione confessed.

Madame Pomfrey commented, “You are not to be sharing your bed with your husband for a very long time,”
smiling taking a bite of cake.

“Further more,” Mrs. Weasley said softly in the corner of her mouth, “That shouldn’t mean you should share
your company with another.”

“With another?” Hermione repeated, puzzled.

“Good afternoon,” a soft voice said from the doorway.

Hermione turned to see Harry standing there.

“Harry!” she sighed, as she got up out of her chair.

He walked towards Hermione in a rigid way dressed in formal wear.
All of the people in the room bowed and curtsied as he walked by them. He nodded at them.
Hermione was going to embrace him but stopped as he bowed so she curtsied.

He held out his hand and her fingers slid into his palm, his fingers gently squeezing hers and brought
them to his lips and kiss it.

Harry walked her back to her chair next to Mrs. Weasley and sat down.

“How are you feeling Hermione?” he asked looking at her with concern.

“Better now, I’ve missed you Harry,” she said shyly. They spoke softly as more and more people arrived.

“Remus sent me note saying a man with your father description was on a boat that sailed from
Australia to tip of Africa. So he made it that far.” Harry reported.

“Oh thank you Harry!” Hermione said gratefully.
The room was getting louder with all the people talking so Harry recommended they go to any other room to talk.

He walked her to the hallway and into the den,
“Remus is going to check to see if your father has gotten on another ship or if he traveling by carriage.”

The men were drinking in the den so they went to the library but the maids were dusting.
They walked room to room trying to find a quiet place to talk.
Harry gently grabbed Hermione’s hand and walked back the library saying
“We’ll find your father Hermione I promise you.” Hermione looked into Harry’s eye and saw desire in them.
They walked out onto the porch and across the grounds to the nearby stables.

“I shouldn’t be doing this but “ He push open the doors to the stables and they entered.
Hermione looks around. They were alone.

Harry put his arms around her waist, and pulled her close to him. He bowed his face down to hers, nearly
nose to nose and said softly,
“God I feel like the village drunkard who has been denied his drink. I need to taste you,”
and he passionately kissed her, “Drink you.”
Harry’s hands pulled her closer as their kiss deepened.
Hermione’s hand went to his pants, to the bulge.

She ran her fingers up and down over his protruding pants.
Harry’s eyes rolled up and as hissed in a breath,
“Oh Hermione, I want you,” his mouth over took hers, maneuvering them in to the nearest clean stall.
Harry started to get undressed.

“Harry we can’t do it here, someone might catch us.” Hermione warned him.

Harry whispered with a mischievous smile on his lips,
“Take off your knickers and raise your skirts, that way if anyone comes, we still have our clothes on.”

Hermione’s knickers fell to the ground and she hiked up her skirts.
Harry playfully pushed her in to the mount of straw.
He undid he pants and slid inside Hermione with a great eagerness.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips as Harry plunged himself inside her.

He slid in and out of her slowly attempting not to moan too loud.
Hermione moaned and panted into her shoulder and neck.

Hermione closed her eyes and felt the sensation going through her.
Harry’s warm body, the little skin to skin contact around her open legs.

Suddenly she saw her hand, her ring finger scratched up flash of light she was upon an auction block
another flash of light she saw Harry with a noose around his neck and falling, and a flash, then many
hands on her naked body. Flash and all went dark and she was back on the hay Harry staring at her
holding her face.

“Hermione say something. Are you alright?” Harry whispered in desperate tone.

“Yes I’m okay. Must be the potions after efforts. I’m alright,” she said softly.

Harry leaned in and kissed her, “I want Madame Pomfrey to have a look at you, just to make sure.”

“I’m sure I’m alright!” Hermione said.

“Well “ Harry began. They heard someone outside and the door to the stable opened and both Harry
and Hermione looked though the crack of the stall to see whom it was.

Two people in a tight embrace kissing.
The man said in a low voice “Come on no one’s here.”
The woman saying, “Somebody could come in.”
“We’ll stay dressed just pulled down your knickers. No one will ever know.” and they headed to the stall
across from their own.

Harry and Hermione put their hands over their mouths trying stifle their laughter.

Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand and they got out without being seen.

They made there way back to the house but ducked behind a large tree for a last kiss and Hermione
asked if he had cum inside her because she didn’t feel any semen coming out.

Harry look worried, “I didn’t. You cried out in the middle of it all. I thought something was wrong I thought I hurt you.”

They got to the house and found Madame Pomfrey.
She looked Hermione over and found nothing wrong.

It was time for Hermione to return to the Malfoy estate.
Madame Pomfrey brought Hermione into a room and opened her bag.

“Hermione I’m taking your memory of you finding out that you are not ill.”
Madame Pomfrey took her wand and pressed it again Hermione temple and drew out a silvery smoky thread.

Next thing Hermione remembered she was back in the fireplace of the Malfoy mansion with
a large teapot in her hands, and a question in her mind; if she should was not have sex with Draco
for fear of miscarriage then why was did she have sex with Harry. And what was it she saw in the middle
of their sexual passion.

Madame Pomfrey came to see Hermione every other day, but she didn’t dare ask her.
The nurse told Draco that Hermione could look after the farm, as long as she didn’t do any of the work.

Draco allowed Hermione to go to the farm every few days to make sure the farm was all right. Hermione
was sure Draco still had some plans for her family’s farm.
The farm gardens needed to be weeded out. Hermione didn’t mind doing that.
Small streams were close enough to the fields.
She looked at the dark soil, and wondered who put the charm on the land.

Draco left Hermione alone most of the time, not wanting to stay at the farm. He went to his family
business, which Hermione stumbled on some papers on the dining room table. They own other
farms, seeding business, a few ships and some restaurants and hotels. Draco didn’t even come to bed with Hermione now.

As Draco left Hermione once more in her own on the farm. Hermione feeling it was safe enough
now wrote Harry a note saying she was alone on the farm and would like to talk to him.

Less than an hour later Harry was at the gate.

Hermione nearly jumped up and ran to meet him but he ran to her.
Their lips met in a long passionate kiss. The kiss reminded her of the question she needed an answer to.

“Hermione let’s go inside.” Harry suggested.

“Yes.” she agreed.

Once inside Harry took Hermione in his arms and started kissing her mouth, and neck.
His hands explored her hips, her back, and the little fasteners of her dress.

“Harry I can’t,” she murmured.

He looked puzzled for a moment and nodded his head,
“Of course, right. How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Confused! Tell me if I’m wrong but when we were at the Deans’ Tea a few weeks ago we
went to the stables, and we made love.”

Harry looked at her with a concerned expression,
“Is that all you remember? Do you remember any thing else?”
He said walking over to the fireplace and throwing down something that looked that look like
tiny balls that let off black smoke.

He expression started fright Hermione.
“What did you just throw in the there? What going on Harry?”
Hermione asked in a trembling voice.
Harry smiled oddly at her.

“Hermione sit down we’ll explain everything.” Harry said trying at be calm, which scared
Hermione bit more.

“You’re not Harry, who are you.” she yelled getting out her wand pointing it at him.
His face became very serious,

“Put down your wand Hermione. Mrs. Weasley and Poppy will be here in minute.”
Just as he said that Madame Pomfrey stepped out of the fireplace.

“What’s going on,” Madame Pomfrey asked.

“We didn’t erase the stables at Deans’ tea.” Harry in formed her.
“Were we supposed to? “Madame Pomfrey posed.

Harry face turned beet red.
“Eh? Well?” he choked out of his now dry throat.
“Heavens my Lord.” she scolding him and throwing down her bag,
“Have you no control over your self. You could put her and the child in danger.”

“She’s not ill.” Harry said defending himself.

“NOT YOU! If MALFOY found out!” the nurse hissed at him.

Madame Pomfrey turned to Hermione who was starting to feel dizzy and sat down,
“Hermione in a few words ..we took some of your memories. You were afraid Draco may have
caught on to what we were doing and ask you to tell the truth. Most of it was your idea, fake
miscarriage and Dainty tea.”

“Dainty tea?” Hermione asked.

“Tea that make you faint if you get to upset or if you do to much.” the nurse chuckled
with a big smile turning to Hermione, “guessed you passed out on him in the stables Hermione.
His lordship looked very concerned when you came back.” Madame Pomfrey laughed again and then
looked a little annoyed looking at Harry,
“You should have said something.”

Harry shade of red deepened,
“Anyway! Sorry I didn’t tell you, but now she knows.” Harry declared.

“Draco’s hardly home and he don’t care to sleep with me, he’s off at the brothel almost every night
and when he’s home I don’t even see him,” Hermione informed them.

“In about a week there’s going to be a fair. There will be a lot of games music food and stuff. Get there
somehow, we found a jeweler who has charmed blades. He can cut the ring off.” Harry sighed out.

“He can? Oh thank you.” and she jumped up into his arms.

“Don’t thank me yet.” Harry smiled down at her, “ I can’t control myself around you Hermione “ he whispered.

Mrs. Weasley popped out of the fireplace then,
“Okay what the emergency?”

“Oh Molly. Harry forgot to inform us that he and Hermione had a un-erased memory, but I think we
sorted it all out now didn’t we?”

Madame Pomfrey opened up her bag and picked up her wand,
“Shall we take it too or leave it?”

“Leave it. If all goes well I’ll be free from Draco in a week.”
Hermione said smiling tears welling up.

“Here you might as well have these”, taking her wand and very carefully pulling out three
silvery threads one after the other.

Memory of her talking to Mrs. Weasley about spiking the tea on her, what tea to use and
telling her she wasn’t ill or in danger of miscarrying.

“All set then?” Mrs. Weasley said, “ I got to get home I’m cooking stew, the boys will be eating
before it’s ready. See you at the fair.”

A moment later Madame Pomfrey was in the fireplace,
“See you in the morning dear,” and gone in a flash.

Harry’s lips were on Hermione’s neck murmuring,
“Now where were we?”