Cursed Wolf II

Ending 1 Hello Harry

The guard thought he was trying to get away and shouted a spell to stop him, as Mr. Fudge spoke his spell at the same time hitting Harry’s head.

Sparks flew with the collision of the two spells.

Harry body flopped to the floor eyes staring ahead pale and not moving.

Hermione screamed in horror.


~ ~ ~

Hermione was pacing back and forth in the hallway at St.Mungo, wringing her hands like she had done for the last hour.

Finally Mrs. Weasley came out of the room with a forced smile on her face,
“He’ll be fine, just give him a few days.”

“Is he staying here?”

“Just for tonight. Tomorrow he’ll move over to the Burrow, where I can look after him for a few days. Now Hermione you’ve got a final to take. Why don’t you go and see if you can get to your class…”

“You can’t be serious.” Hermione interrupted, “ Harry nearly died. Doesn’t he want to see me?”

Mrs. Weasely had a frown on her face,
“No,” she whispered, “He doesn’t know you exist,” and she give her a supportive hug as Hermione broke down and cried.

“Oh my dear. You can come in a day or two .. come for visit. We’ll have tea and biscuits. Wear a pretty dress and a smile.” she leaned over to Hermione and whispered, “Just go to Harry’s apartment now and one of the boys will meet you there.”

“Thank you Mrs. Weasely.”

~ ~ ~

The days dragged on. Hermione went to her test and just sat there. She couldn’t think. She just stared at the paper until the teacher tapped her desk and she started to write something. She didn’t want to be there. She loved writing but not as a job, not for your career. Chemistry or rather potions is what she wanted to do.

She finished her paper and walked out of the room. Hermione walked back to her dorm and stripped off her clothes and crawled into her cool bed.
She cried herself to sleep.

When she woke up Kat was there, handing her a cup of tea.

“Here this might make you feel better.”

“Thanks,” she reached for the hot drink.

“Ah Hermione, Terry and I were thinking. We want to move-in together in an apartment.
but if you need me to stay to be your dorm mate…”

“I was thinking of leaving school. Does anyone else know about me and …”

“Hermione the whole fucking school knows about you and Harry or that he may have killed you.”

“ I can’t stay here.”

“Where will you go?” Kat asked.

“Harry’s apartment. I guess, for awhile at least.” Hermione said.

“WITH him?”

“Harry’s not there. He’s at a friend’s house, she’s looking after him while he gets better.”

Hermione packed her things up. She went to the cafeteria to get some lunch. She was in line and it seemed like all eyes were on her. Some people whispered and some giggled. Mike came up to her and put a friendly arm around her shoulders.

“Well my friend, we have something to discuss.” Mike announce to her softly.

“Such as?”

“What happened that night,” he said seriously, “ Cedric said the professor..”

“What? That Harry raped me, killed me and then hid the body? No he did none of those things.” Hermione told him.

“As I can see. I didn’t think he would. God, to say he had it bad for you would be an understatement. The guy was mad about you.”

“I know. Is that why everyone is looking at me… because they thought I was dead?”

“Yeah, some did. Cedric had the police at my place. Asking me all these questions. I had a feeling Harry left the party to walk you home.” Mike explained to her.

“Well I don’t think he’ll be back.”

“I don’t think they’ll let him back.” Mike frowned, “ To bad too .. he gave me a passing grade. I think I flunked my history class,” he laughed.

They sat down and ate their lunch.

~ ~ ~


Hermione was waiting in the living room of Harry’s apartment having temporarily moved in. She had on a blue silk dress, with black shoes.

She heard a rumbling sound in the wall where a fireplace used to be.

“Bloody hell who walled up the fireplace?” a voice shouted from the other side of the bricks.

“Hello?” Hermione called out.

Hermione heard cussing and then the wall broke apart with a spell.

A red haired boy came out of the wall. Pieces of brick and cement fall out off his shaking head and body.

“Hermione?”

“Yes.”
He extended his hand out and said,
“I’m Ron Weasley, sorry about the mess. ‘Fireplace Reparo.”
The fireplace was fixed back to a fireplace except for the rewalling.

“Mom said to bring you by floo powder. So we need a fireplace to get into.”
Hermione nodded and followed him into the narrow opening that was the fireplace.
Out of his pocket he produced some powder and threw it down saying, “The Burrow.”
Green flames engulfed them for a long moment.

Hermione opened her eyes to see that they were in a different place all together. Ron stepped out of the fireplace and signaled her to do the same.
She looked down at her self. She had soot all over her clothes and face.

Hermione thought ‘someone could have warned her about traveling via fireplace.

“Mom. I’m back.” Ron shouted as he walked up the stairs,
“Nice meeting you Hermione.”

“Mrs. Weasely?” Hermione called out.
“Oh, over here Hermione.” She heard from the kitchen.

She walked around the large fireplace and into the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley looked up and gasped,
“Good heavens Hermione lets get you cleaned up,” and she grabbed her wand and waved it at her. Hermione was clean the next instant.

“Now come and have a spot of tea,” guiding her to the kitchen table where, someone who was wrapped up in a blanket was sitting slumped over large bowl of soup. All she could see was their black hair.

Hermione froze and her heart stopped.

“What would you like with your tea, cakes or biscuits?” Her hostess asked her.

“Either one is fine.” Hermione said as she looked at Harry.

He didn’t move he just kept his head down slowly spooning his soup into his mouth, making a soft slurping noise.

“Hermione come. Sit, “ the woman directed her.

Hermione looked at Mrs. Weasley and gestured toward Harry.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and waved her guest over to the table.

“So Hermione how were your classes this semesters?”

“They were good. I got passing grades.”

“Just passing grades? I heard you passed with very high marks.” she commented looking over at Harry.

Harry just kept his head down sipping his soup.

Mrs. Weasley poured the tea and handed Hermione a plate of small cakes,
“He’s a bit depressed. The spells took a toll on him. I was hoping if he saw you he might get a bit better.”
Hermione leaned over toward Mrs. Weasley and said,
“I don’t think he even knows I’m here.”

“Well let’s see if he wants to join us,” Mrs. Weasley said, “ Harry dear why don’t you come and join us for tea?”

“No thank you, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said weakly.

“Hermione why don’t you take his bowl and give him some more soup?” Mrs. Weasley suggested.

Hermione got up and walked over to the table and said,
“Can I get you some more soup Harry?” taking the bowl from under his chin.

He looked up in protest,
“Wait I’m not finished.”

Hermione walked over to the stove and poured more chicken soup into the bowl.
She walked back to him and Harry raised his head and looked up at her.
His eyes gazed at her face and he blinked as though he was in deep thought and was just coming back to reality.

“HI!” Harry said softly to Hermione.
She smiled back at him.
He rose abruptly and said,
“I’m sorry my manners. I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” offering his hand out to her.
“Hello Harry. I’m Hermione Granger,” reaching her hand out to his but he slid his hand into hers. They both felt the ripple go through them, “Would you like to join us for tea?”

“Yeah! Yes I would like that.” letting the blanket fall onto the back of the chair.
They both walked back to Mrs. Weasley and she poured some tea for Harry.

Hermione felt Harry’s eyes on her and she looked over at him as Mrs. Weasley talked about recipes and the vegetables and flowers they were going to plant in the garden. Harry was looking her over and he blushed when she caught him checking her out as she squeezed some lemon into her tea.

“You have to see our trees in the yard Hermione they are covered in ice and look like crystal.” Mrs. Weasley said to Hermione. The older woman turned and looked at Harry,
“Harry why don’t you show Hermione the trees?”

As they were going out the door to look at the trees Harry grabbed a blanket and they walked outside and down toward the pond.
Hermione, in her dress, felt a cold breeze go through her as they walked.

They stopped at the pond surrounded by many kinds of large trees; apple, birch and oak trees . They were covered with ice and looked like they were made of crystals as Mrs. Weasley described them. The sun caused them to shimmer with the colors of the rainbow. It was beautiful. Suddenly Hermione felt something warm around her shoulders and she looked at him . Harry had placed the blanket around them and tucked his hands into his jeans pockets.

“The trees are beautiful aren’t they?” Hermione asked him.

Harry looked at her and smiled nodding as he shivered.

“Oh Harry,” Hermione stepped next to him, sliding half of the blanket over his shoulders.

He pulled it over his shoulder and under his chin. Hermione stepped closer to him so that they their bodies were touching.

“Now we can both stay warm,” Hermione said as she shook with the cold.

They stood there looking at the trees.

Harry cleared his throat and said with a nervous voice,
“Would you like to walk around, look at the other trees and plants?”
As they walked the mist blew in, making the garden and grounds look eerie but magical.

Harry walked farther and farther from the house wanting to show her where the boys practiced Quidditch and were the gnomes go to hide. It was then Hermione noticed Harry was holding her hand.
It was getting cold and Hermione’s feet were wet and cold.

“Let’s go back inside Harry I’m getting cold and I sure this cold weather won’t help get you better,” she said as she looked at him closely. He was pale but there was a pink in his cheeks and his body was warm.

He seemed reluctant at first, but she tugged at his hand playfully and he followed her suggestion . His hand seemed to tighten around hers as they got closer to the house.
Harry stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
Hermione turned to see what was the delay.

Harry looked at her and his mouth opened,
“Eh Hermione … you aren’t…. I’d like.. emmmm..” he stammered out turning pink.

“What is it Harry?” Hermione said softly seeing he was bit nerve.

“ I was wondering if you were coming back again?” he said with a relieving sigh.
“I’d like to come back for tea again,” Hermione smiled at him.

“WHEN?” he asked eagerly.

“When would you like me to?” Hermione asked stepping down the steps until she was just one step away from being eye level with him.

“Tomorrow?” Harry asked faintly, looking at her lips and then her eyes and lips again.

Hermione couldn’t resist, she leant down and kissed him on the lips. It only lasted a moment but they were both left breathless.
Harry gasped for air looking at Hermione with alarm as she turned and went into house.

He followed her, panting,
“Wwww. Wait.”

“I had a great time Mrs. Weasley. May I drop by again?” Hermione asked her hostess.
“Of course Hermione,” Mrs. Weasley said.
“Tomorrow! She’s coming back tomorrow,” Harry announced, “Right Hermione.”
She stepped into the fireplace, gave him a half bashful smile,
“Yes Harry I’ll be by tomorrow.
Harry gave her a big smile and nodded.
“Harry’s muggle apartment,” Hermione whispered and threw down the floo powder. Green flames engulfed the vision of Harry smiling back at her, letting out a long breath.

Hermione’s heart was beating so fast. When she stumbled out to the small fireplace. If she hadn’t left when she did, she knew she would have kept kissing him, God she would have give herself to him right there.
She knew she had to take it slow. She didn’t want to mess this up.

~ ~ ~

The bricks didn’t turn to rubble with Ron’s entrance the next time he came to get Hermione. She stepped into the fireplace wearing her boots and a long wool skirt.
Ron smirked at her.
“What so funny Ron,” Hermione asked.
“Harry’s been waiting for you. Bloody hell he’s been pacing all morning. What did you do to him,” Ron asked her.

“Nothing yet.” Hermione said.

Ron threw down the floo powder and murmured,
“The Burrow.”
Green flames jumped up around them for a moment and then the Burrow living room came into view.

Harry was getting up from a chair ands rubbing his palms on his pants and straightening his green sweater. With an eager smile on his lips, he walked toward Hermione.
“Good morning.”

“Good morning Harry.” Hermione greeted him putting her arm through his and leading him to the kitchen.

“Oh Hermione, good morning,” Mrs.Weasly said as she was removing the biscuits from the oven,
“Please sit, the biscuits are nice and hot. I’ll get out the jam in just a moment.”

“Oh I’ll get the jam Mrs. Weasley,” Harry offered as he pulled out a chair for Hermione.
Harry went to the cupboard and got the jam out and a spoon to spread it with.
He sat down next to Hermione. He sat patiently while Mrs. Weasley talked about the recipes that her grandmother handed down to her that she planned to give to her children.

“Maybe I’ll break with tradition and give you a recipe or two when you’re married,” Mrs. Weasley said.

“I would love your biscuit recipe but I’m sure I won’t be getting married for a while Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione said, noticing Harry’s head pop up.

“So you don’t have a boyfriend or anything?” Harry asked.

“Well I did, but ..”She said shrugging her a shoulder.

“But what?” He asked curiously.

“It’s kinda over,” Hermione said softly.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone else,” Harry commented sitting up straight and pushing out his chest.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

“Would you like to see the trees again? It’s a little warmer out and I think the ice is melting.” Harry commented.

“Sure.” Hermione agreed. With that Harry got up and pulled out Hermione’s chair,
“Well I was thinking we’d go in a little bit, but we can go now,” as she rose from the chair.

They were walking down the path to the trees when Hermione said,
“I thought you said it was warmer,” she looked at the trees which were still frozen and feeling the cold wind hit her face, “ and the trees were melting.”

Harry who was walking beside her, grabbed her hand, it was very warm and it warmed her.

He pulled her into a thicket of trees, hidden from the house and away from the eyes of Mrs. Weasley,
“I just wanted to be alone with you,” he breathed out softly.
He took two steps towards her and they were almost nose to nose.

Harry looked at her and leaned in, his lips touched hers for a long warm moment.
His eye lids half closed and he kissed her again, then another kiss and then another with his hand cupping her cheek. He let out an agreeable moan as Hermione’s lips parted.
His other hand went around her waist, pulling her against his form. 

Hermione’s arms slid up around his neck and one hand went through his hair.

It took several more kisses for Hermione to get Harry to slow down, or she might be in trouble with Mrs. Weasley for keeping Harry outside too long and undressing him in the dead of winter.

Hermione pulled away from Harry to catch her breath, Harry moaned with disappointment but smiled when he noticed she was as out of breath as he was.

“If Mrs. Weasley looks out and doesn’t see us, she’s going to think we fell in the pond or something,” Hermione told him, “We had better go look at the trees.”

They walked back to the path and down to the pond.
Harry stood behind Hermione with his arms around her waist.
After a while they went back into the house and had their tea and biscuits.

Staying until just before dinner, Hermione stepped into the fireplace with a small pail of floo powder. Harry begged her to stay longer.

“So Harry you want me to come over tomorrow?” Hermione asked him.
“Yes! Please!” Harry voice strained to remain calm.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Hermione said putting her fingers into the pail to get some powder.
“Wait!” Harry shouted and he stepped into the fireplace and kissed Hermione passionately on the lips, “ Good night,” he said softly and stepped away from her and out of the fireplace.

For a week and a half Hermione visited Harry, had tea and they talked, getting to know each other again. Harry was fit to go home now to back to Godric Hollow.

Harry wasn’t back home an hour when he wrote to Hermione to come and see his home.

She floo’d there within the hour. The flames barely cleared when a pair of hands seized Her.

Harry kissed her on both cheeks,
“I’m so glad you’re here, come sit down.”

He had her cup of tea waiting for her, just the way she liked it, a lemon wedge on the saucer.
They sat down and he stared at her.

“What is it Harry?” Hermione asked.
“Something about you today.. you’re more beautiful, so lovely,” as he scooted closer to her. The movement made her bounce and the lemon fell off from the dish.

Harry knelt down in front of her to pick it up and he stopped breathing in deeply looking at her legs. He went to hand the fruit to her but stopped suddenly.
He stared at her his mouth opening in shock,
“We’ve done this before.”

Hermione nodded, “ Yes Harry we have.”
“School?”
“Yes Harry.”
He put his hand to his head as though he was getting a headache.
“Are you alright Harry?” Hermione asked him.

He looked at lemon in his hand and asked,
“Those are your things upstairs in my bedroom.”

“Yes Harry.” Nodding, Hermione replied.

“I thought so. What happened? Why can’t I rememeber you? What did I do?”

“You fell in love with me .. and I fell in love with you. .but it got complicated….” Hermione started to explain.

But he cut her off with a kiss. And then another kiss, and another, each one getting more and more passionate, more and more demanding moving her down until he had Hermione on her back on top of her and he was peeling away her clothes.

In a rugged voice he looked down on her, panting and said,
“ I need you. I need to have you now. You’re mine. I’ve marked as mine,” and he pulled his jeans down before Hermione could protest.

She looked into his eyes as he penetrated her with a groan. She thought this might happen. He warned her when she was ovulating he would want her and with the look in his eyes, it was no joke. He was gentle and loving with each stroke of his hand on her body.
His sounds were more raw, primal and loud. Growling like some beast his chest seemed to grow with each deep breath. The hair on his chest and arms seemed to grow.
He plunged in to her again and again. His finger tips lightly touched her forehead grazed her eyelashes making her eyes close, down her nose over her mouth and caressing her chin, blowing on her face and saying,
“Sleep and dream.”

Hermione felt herself floating on air as her body danced a primal rhyme. Harry made love to her for most of the day and night. They both slept off and on for most of the next day waking up to eat, shower and have sex.

A day and half later Hermione was so sore she couldn’t sit and she couldn’t think straight from not having enough sleep. Then that night, Harry made love to her once more before he collapsed next to her. They slept until noon.

Hermione woke up and went down stairs to make some tea.
She went into the living room and sat on the soft couch and opened the book, History of Magic.

An hour or so went by and Harry woke up and joined her on the couch reading a book on Quidditch.


Harry put down his book and looked at Hermione. He nudged her with his foot that was in between her legs,
“Hermione do you like bubbles?”

“Yes but I’m not in the mood for a bubble bath right now,” she said.

“I wasn’t talking about bubble bathes just bubbles,” Harry explained.

“Yes I like bubbles,” she told him.
There was a small smile on his face and he got up and went out of the room.

A few minutes later he came back with a very small bottle in his hand.

He unscrewed the top and pulled out a small bubble wand.

“Ok I’m going to blow some bubbles and you HAVE to catch them, all right?”

“All right.” Hermione said back to him.

Harry gently blew three tiny bubbles and Hermione caught all of them in her hand. Surprisingly they didn’t pop. Harry blew three more bubbles and again Hermione caught them. Then Harry blew one bigger bubble and Hermione caught that one too..

Harry very gently put them all together the three small ones on each side connected the bigger bubble. Harry murmured a phrase and stood up off the couch and went down on one knee in front of Hermione.
“Hermione?” Harry said in a strained voice. She looked at him wondering what he was doing looking nervous.
He clapped his hands bursting the bubbles in his hands, a flame flared in his hand for a long moment and he found his voice,
“Will you marry me?”

Opening his hand to reveal a ring three tiny diamonds channel set on each side of a large diamond.
“Oh Harry, “ Hermione whispered in shock.

“ Is that a oh Harry yes I’ll marry you or is it…” Harry asked looking confused.

“Yes.” she said with tears in her eyes.
Harry slipped the ring onto her finger.

Hermione looked at the ring as Harry asked,
“When would you like to get married?”

Hermione looked at him and thought with all the things they’ve been through in the past, the faster they got married the better.

Hermione drank some of her tea and cleared her throat.

“Hermione?”

“Today!” she breathed out.

Harry down his cup,
“What?”
“Today, I want to get married today. We can go to the Justice of the Peace and get married today.”

“Are you sure? I mean don’t you want a big wedding?”

“No Harry. I’m not taking any chances. I want to get married as soon as possible.”

“Alright, if that’s what you want. Why don’t you go out and buy yourself nice dress and I’ll get a new suit. I’ll meet you back here in …?” Harry looked at her questioningly.

“Three hours?” Hermione asked.

“Three hours,” Harry nodded and kissed her.

~ ~ ~

An hour later Hermione walked out of the Charms Bridle shop with her gown, a merry widow over her shoulder, a bag of stockings, pearl necklace and matching earrings and a ring box in her pocket.
She went to the beauty salon and had her hair up in bun with baby’s breath and a few pearls pins here and there. She was back three hours later on the dot shouting out,
“Harry? Are you here?”

Harry was in the bathroom brushing his hair,
“In the bathroom. I’m dressed and just brushing my hair.”
Hermione got into her cream colored gown, A-line gown, a strapless number, accented with beading and chiffon that gently gathered at an empire waistline with lacing-up the back.

Harry looked at her as she walked towards him as he slipped on his formal robes.
His mouth droppedc in amazement,
“ You look dazzling, you take my breath.”

Harry had a car waiting out side his muggle apartment. It was a twenty minute ride to the City Hall. Harry and Hermione went up the stairs of the building to get a marriage license and then went down the hallway to the judge. Harry looked at Hermione and commented,
“You’re missing something.”
“Flowers!” they said in unison.
Harry took out his wand and looked around. They were alone and Harry said,
“Orchideous.”

A few moments later the Judge opened the door and the two walked in.
Hermione stood facing Harry. It was a short ceremony and Hermione was light headed as she said, “ I take you Harry to be my husband,” sliding on the ring.
Harry smiled as he said, “I take you Hermione to be my wife,” sliding on her ring.
The judge pronounce them husband and wife it was sort of anti-climatic until Harry kissed Hermione with a force of what was to come that evening. Taking her breath away.

They thanked the Judge and before she knew it Hermione was walking into a beautiful hotel. They took the lift up to their honeymoon suite.

“Harry you did all this in three hours time,” Hermione asked.
“Yeah I got lucky, last minute reservations,” he laughed.

They walked to the their suite with no luggage and a very puzzled belle boy escorting them to their room.

The bellboy opened the door and Hermione started to walk through when Harry stopped her.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the suite. The bell boy was explaining where the TV was, the remote was, what movie channels they had when Harry smiled and put his hand on the boy’s shoulder shoving some money into his hand and nudging him out the door saying,
“We are on our honeymoon, and we don’t want to be disturbed.” closing and locking the door.

Harry was unbuttoning his robes as he walked toward the bed,
“You’re not nervous are you Hermione?”

“No why?” she laughed out.
“You’re not getting undressed.” Harry commented.

“Could you help me out of the gown,” Hermione asked seductively turning her back to him.

He kissed her neck as he unlaced the back. Harry’s lips made a trail of kisses down her back making Hermione shiver. He came back up and bit her earlobe.

“ You’re mine now legally,” he breathed on her on her neck.

“And you are mine,” she replied.

Harry took a deep breath in the want in his voice,
“God yes I’m YOURS.”
Hermione spun around to see his face flushed and he was undressing as fast as he could. His eye stared into hers. His mouth claimed hers in a hot searing kissing demanding and yet giving.

Hermione was on her back and eyes closed feeling the gown being easily tugged off of her.

Harry eyes glanced over in surprise of her fabric-incased body,
“You look gorgeous my love, in that corset,” he smiled and look curiously at her lingerie, “ but how do I get you out of it, it can’t be that comfortable?”

“It does pinch a bit here and there,” she replied.

“We can’t have that. Not tonight.” he turned her over on to her belly and he ran his finger down her spine and the hooks unfastened themselves magically and rolled her back onto her back. Harry pulled off the merry widow.

Hermione sighed with relief.

Harry was naked now and was pulling off Hermione’s knickers. All she had on now was her pearl necklace, earrings and her stockings.

Harry gazed at her on the bed,
“I could look at you forever like this and never get tired of it,” he breathed out.

He climbed on the bed,
“Never in a million years would I grow tired of this.”

He leaned down and kissed his bride tenderly on the lips.

When the kiss broke Hermione looked up smiling at him and said,
“I don’t think either of us will get tired of this."

The End