Lord of the Land

Chapter 16

Hermione let her head fall to the side to allow Harry better access to her neck. He kissed and mouthed her hard on the base of her collar and nape. Hermione let out a moan.
Her arms went around his middle, her fingers lightly running up and down his back, as this always drove him crazy.
She could feel him getting excited as she undid his pants.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

His fingers were at her fasteners again and the next second her dress was on the floor.

Harry carried her up to her room and laid her on the bed.
He peeled off her knickers and pulled off the remaining clothes and removed his own.

Hermione smiled at him as he climbed on to the bed,
“Why do you smile?”

“You’re here and I am home. All I want is for this moment to last.” Hermione said looking at him feeling his cheek.

He kissed her palm that was at his cheek and sent a wave through Hermione’s body.

“Soon you’ll be free from Malfoy. I’ll to take you to Paris and hide you there until we can annul the marriage.” He said as he posed himself at her entrance.

“Any more news on my father?” Hermione asked.

“Yes they think he stopped in Namibia with two young men. He became ill and had to stay there with a woman, a nurse Remus believes.”

“Is he alright?”

“I don’t know. Remus is still finding out details,” Harry lay down beside her.

“Do you expect to hear from him soon?” she asked.

“In a day or two I think. He has been writing to me whether he has found anything or not. As soon as I know I’ll try to get word to you.”

Hermione noticed she had killed the mood so she sat next to him,
“Thank you Harry,” she said as she caresses his shaft.

He let out a slow moan and he was erect again.
Hermione put a leg on either side of Harry and inserted him inside her.

Hermione moved her hips with his. She laughed a little thinking how it was like riding a horse. She closed eyes to concentrate on the sensation. Harry was thrusting his hips and Hermione up slowly and then picked up speed.

Suddenly she felt like she was riding a horse, galloping away into darkness, up into the sky of stars. She became part of the horse and then the horse itself.

With a jolt she saw herself on the auction block, a crowd bidding on her. A flash of light, she was looking at her hand her ring finger scratched up and with a flash and a jolt Harry hanging a noose tight around his neck. Flash. She opened her eyes to see Harry huffing a puffing sweating and looking unnerved.

“My God Hermione.” He paused panting. “Are you alright?”
“Yes. What happened?” Hermione asked. She was shaking and her heart was beating faster then she ever thought it could go.

“You just went faster and faster and then cried out. It was phenomenal, but?” He said looking troubled,
“You’ve got me worried Hermione.”

She lay down next to him,
“Sorry Harry I don’t mean to worry you. Just ….
I’ve seen things in the middle of it all… while we make love,
I’m not sure of what I’m seeing. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

“What do you see?”

“Images.. Pictures,”

“Pictures of what?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t remember,” she lied.
Hermione didn’t want to talk about them. It scared her especially if they may come true and Harry hangs. She didn’t want to think of them. She just wanted to have Harry in her bed.

He wrapped his arms around her as they dosed off.

She woke up as the sun was setting.
Hermione look over at Harry who was still asleep on his belly.
She ran her finger down his back and a sleepy eye focused on her.

He smiled and moved himself closer to her,
“What a lovely sight to wake up to,” he murmured as his lips kissed her cheek.

“Harry, Draco will be here soon. You should go now or hide,” Hermione said jokingly.

“Where is a good place to hide?” he said closing his eyes and stretched.

“My parent room; there is an enormous trunk. The lock is broken so you can’t get locked in. I used to hide there all the time,” She reminisced, “I used to go there when there was a thunderstorm.”

“What will you do next time there’s a thunderstorm?” Harry posed.

Hermione slid her arm around Harry’s neck and kissed his cheek,
“Climb into bed with you?” looking in to his eyes.

That’s all it took to get Harry to roll on top of her.
Hermione felt his manhood against her leg and a small prompting with his leg she allow him in with a gasp.
She felt his hardness inside her it was amazing. With each stroke she climbed higher and higher.

“I want you in my bed under me saying my name. I yearn to feel your body tremble and moan at me every touch,” Harry whispered.

“I do that now,” Hermione commented.

“You have not said my name and…” he cupped her cheek with his hand, “ you don’t tremble at my touch,”
Harry disapprovingly.

“I tremble, from time to time and I swoon when you kiss me.” Hermione said looking up at him trying hard not to laugh. She inhaled deeply.

A smile cracked on Harry’s face, as he was trying not to laugh as well, and then both laughed softly.

Harry kissed Hermione gently, and moaned quietly,
“Say my name.”

“Harry,” Hermione said just above a whisper as
Harry slowly drew outwards from Hermione and then slid back in
“Harry.”

“Call me by another name.” He asked.
“My lord my master.” Hermione answered.
“Another,” he asked, sliding his hand down to her belly.

Suddenly they both heard footsteps coming up the path and Harry pulled out of Hermione and rolled off of her.

Hermione slipped on her chemise and peeped out the window.
A figure with blond hair was looking at the slightly raised mound of dirt that was Annie’s grave.

Hermione grabbed Harry’s clothes,
“Draco’s here.” Giving them to Harry,
“My dress; it’s down stairs.”
Hermione ran into her aunt’s room and put on one of her dresses.
Marie was a little bigger than Hermione and her mother and Hermione’s dresses were getting snug lately and needed them bigger.

The dress was plain dull brown but comfortable.
Harry was dressed by the time Hermione got back to her room and Draco was in the house calling her name.
“The trunk,” Hermione whispered.

Harry nodded.

Hermione held on to his hand and led him to her parent’s room and opened the trunk.
Harry stepped in, kissed Hermione got down and Hermione closed the top as Draco came up the stairs.

Hermione went to the mirror and fixed her hair.
Draco walked in, “There you are. What are you doing in here?”

“Fixing my hair,” she said looking back at her reflection.

“What’s that?” Draco said in a disgusted tone.

“What?” as she saw some little marks on her neck were Harry was biting her.

“That dress?” He said.

“It’s my aunts,” she answered.

“Why are you wearing it?” he looked puzzled.

“My dresses are getting a bit snug, this feels better. I can breathe in this.” she said with relief.

“It looks awful,” he remarked.

“I’ll only wear it here, alright?” Hermione said just trying to end the conversation and so Harry didn’t have to stay in the trunk for too long.

“Fine, Let’s go, “ Draco said at last.

She followed him down the stairs and into the carriage.


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Every day seem to drag on and on for Hermione. The seven days were more like seven weeks.
Madame Pomfrey came twice that week giving Hermione news that one of the Weasleys or Sirius would find her in the fair and get her to the jeweler.

She felt a curious spinning sensation in her abdomen. She thought perhaps she was imagining it but wondered if it could be the baby?
Hermione’s breasts appeared to have gotten a little larger too.
She tried her best to cover them so Draco wouldn’t notice.

Hermione got nervous the night before wondering if Draco would allow her to go to the fair.

Hermione asked Posy if she was going to the fair at breakfast.

Posy couldn’t wait to go see all the new fabrics the merchants would have and all the newest styles from Paris.
“I love Paris I miss the sailors….” Posy was said when Lucius Malfoy coughed loudly and said
“Not at the table Posy.”

“Alright,” she said disappointed and then murmured,
“Paris is more fun then being stuck here.”
Posy continued on talking out loud,
“Well I can’t wait to see the silks and satins, I need a new corset.
They going to have games there too, they going to be raising money for proper streets.”

Draco, Posy, and Hermione took the carriage to fair.
Hermione wasn’t sure where she was going to meet the jeweler.
She kept an eye open for Harry, any Weasley and Madame Pomfrey.
They walked around for a bit and looking at the carts and merchandise.

Hermione heard a loud announcement,
“Cleaning serves go for five pieces of silver,” and heard a loud bang of a mallet.

Hermione was looking at the bottles and vials for potions.
She heard a crowd of people holler out numbers.

Draco came up behind her and said
“You need to be fitted for larger dresses, I can’t have a wife of mine in hideous dresses that don’t fit right. Posy’s getting fitted you will too,” as he tugged on her arm.

The line for fittings had as least twelve women in it and it was going to be a long while.

Hermione heard the bang of the hammer again,
“Three silver pieces for the singing lessons.”

“Damn I don’t want to stand here all day,” Draco said impatiently.

A loud announcement blared out,
“We had a few more services to be offered. Is there any one else will to donate their time for the fund raising?”

Draco nudged Hermione and signaled her to get out of line,
“I’m thirsting,” and Hermione followed him to a tent were all sorts of
beers, whiskeys and other spirits could be bought.

Draco got two drinks gray in color and transparent. He drank them down quickly one after the other.

Hermione just asked for some water feeling a little warm.

They walked out of the tent and start back to the line of fitting.

Another loud announcement blared out,
“We have one more service to be offered. Is there any one else will to donate their time for the fund raising?”

Draco laughed and pulled Hermione through the crowd,
“Here!” he yelled, “ I got one here for you to sell off.”

Hermione stopped and pulled away for Draco,
“Obey me! Get up on the platform now.”
Hermione did what she was told, Draco snickering all the way.

She was stepping up onto the platform and the biggest man she had even seen stopped her,
“Not yet miss. They’re still bidding on this one.”

Hermione’s heart was pounding furiously. She felt sick. ‘What was Draco doing?’ she wondered looking at him. His eyes were so bloodshot ..’He’s drunk.’

There was a bang of the gavel,
“Ten silver pieces.”

Draco pushed Hermione up the stairs as a fine woman was making her way down the stairs.

Hermione turned to the crowd and nearly fainted. She dreamt this or something like it.

She was shaking now. She felt like her legs were going to give way.
Hermione tried to steady her breathing closing her eyes for a moment.

“What service are you offering?” the large man asked her.

Draco yelled out, “She good with her mouth and knows a good trick with her hands,” he said in sexual disgusting manner.

Hermione stood there a moment feeling faint thinking this is what he wants, to humiliate me. Hermione took a deep breath and looked up and saw the cart with the potion bottles.

“Potions” she said loudly, trying to keep herself together,
“I’m good at potions.”
“Start the bidding at …..?” the large man said.

“One silver,” a woman shouted.
“Two silver,“ said a man.
“Three silver,” yelled an old woman.
“Four silver,” someone said from the back of the crowd.
“Five silver,” yelled the old woman.
The bidding went higher and higher.

“Ten silver “ said a voice in back of the crowd.
“Eleven silver,” said an ugly man eyeing Hermione in a rude way.

Hermione heard Draco laughing below her.

“Twelve,” said the voice that was no longer in the back of the crowd.

“Thirteen” said the ugly man eyeing Hermione.

The voice now in front of the crowd sighed, his head covered in a hood,
“Five gold.”

There was silence.

“Five gold? Anyone else want to bid?”

There was still silence.

“Going. Going. For five gold pieces,” he laughed out with glee.

Hermione just stood there shaking.

The hood man offered his hand to Hermione as she stepped off the platform.

She stumbled and two huge arms caught her.

Hermione opened her eyes to see the large man smiling at her and then handing her over to non-hooded Harry.

“Good catch Hagrid.” Harry said, “You alright Hermione?”

“Yes,” she said blushing, and whispered, “Please put me down.”

He put her feet on the ground.
Draco yelled, “No! No! He can’t have any time with her. I won’t allow it. I don’t trust him. Give her back to me! What kind of a man are you bidding on my wife?”

Harry guided Hermione away from Draco and saying,
“What kind of man puts his pregnant wife up for auction?”

Draco started to yell, “I’m staying with her so you can’t take advantage of her again.”

The old woman came up to Harry and Hermione.
“Beg your pardon but I need a potion, I’ll pay you for it.”
“What potion?” Hermione asked.

“A sleeping draft, I haven’t slept in weeks,” the old woman answered.

An other woman came up and asked,
“Are you making a spot be gone potion? If you are I’ll buy one,”

Person after person came up to Harry and Hermione as they made their way to the tavern.

Harry noticed that Draco wasn’t far-off and as long as there were people around he wouldn’t try anything, so with that Harry stood on the steps of the tavern and said,
“Anyone wanting a potion come in and we’ll see what we can do for you.”

Harry looked at Hermione,
“Are you up for this?”

Hermione smiled and nodded,
“Yes,” with a sparkle in her eyes.

The tavern was full.
People made requests for potions.

Harry borrowed eleven caldrons and made a list of the most popular potions.

Harry got all the ingredients for Hermione.
She went from cauldron to cauldron, five in the main room and six in the private room.

Sleeping draft, a stain remover, rash/acne potion, snore no more and of course a love potion simmered in one room.

Bug off potion, Smoothing hair potion, Looking Fair Beauty potion, Pep up potion, sour stomach tonic, and Grow-back bones for Madame Pomfrey were brewing in the other.

Draco couldn’t stand being in a tavern with so many inferior people so he went outside for some fresh air.

An hour went by as Hermione brewed her concoctions.