The Lord The Lady and The Land

Chapter 16 Fantasy


Hermione was in the carriage waiting for Harry to come. She felt anxious; she wanted to tell her aunt the good news but didn’t want her aunt to stop trying to conceive a child herself.

Harry finally got into the carriage and kissed Hermione’s cheek,
“Don’t worry. They will both be thrilled. Your father will have grandchildren and I’m sure your aunt will be relieved that your family and your land won’t fade away.”

In no time the carriage stopped in front of the farm and the two lovers lept out of the carriage with excitement.

They knocked on the door and walked in to the kitchen. Mr. Granger was shocked to see the two of them there, that early in the morning and he hugged his daughter.
“Dad, where’s Marie, we have a good news to tell you too.” Hermione said with a smile on her face.

Mr. Granger was about to call up to Marie when she came down the stairs smiling.
“ I thought I heard your voice, this is a nice surprise.”

“Marie, I have some news to tell you two.” Hermione said eagerly.

The two had curious expressions on their faces,
“Well, What is it?”

“I’ve healed. There’s a very good chance I’ll been able to have children.” Hermione said.

“That’s wonderful.” they both exclaimed. Mr. Granger looked at his daughter and said,
“I’m so happy for you… for the both of you… when do you think the wedding will be…?”

“There’s still that mourning period, I have to wait until that’s over,” Hermione said, “A late summer wedding or a early fall wedding might be nice.”

Everyone started talking about the wedding except for Hermione. Though she nodded, here and there, at their comments and suggestions. Hermione’s mind seemed to freeze up, she couldn’t think. Harry noticed her lack of input and enthusiasm and asked her if she was all right, when they were alone in the carriage going back to his estate.

“Hermione what’s wrong? You seemed… you’re acting like you’re planning a funeral, instead of a wedding. “ Harry commented.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I want to spend my life with you and have your children.” Hermione replied, taking hold of his hand.
“I’d do anything for you Harry, you know that.”

“ I know. Maybe you’re nervous about it because of your first marriage.”

“Harry I know being married to you is going to be very different than being married to Draco, the difference is like heaven and hell.” Hermione commented and then she added,
“ The important thing is that we are together, isn’t it?”

Harry smiled and nodded,
“Yes that’s the important part.”

“Madame Rosmerta was teaching us how to give a party. I’m sure she’ll be a great help with the wedding.” Hermione thought out loud.

The two stopped talking about the wedding and just enjoyed each others company in bed, as soon as they arrive at Harry’s estate.

Harry made up for the time he was away three fold and Hermione was exhausted by midnight.

It was dark in the room as Hermione’s eyes opened. She felt restless so she got up.
She sensed something. Something calling her, like the night she fell in to the river. But this wasn’t her home, her farm. She put on her robe and walked toward the window. She didn’t see anything but snow, but she felt something.

She opened the door to the balcony and looked around. Still, she saw nothing.
It was very cold and dark, the land glowed with moonlight but nothing moved.

Hermione went back inside and silently closed the door.
She slipped back in to bed with Harry, grateful for his warmth, as she didn’t realize how cold she had gotten. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

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The next afternoon, Hermione found herself on the broom she flew in on and kissing Harry goodbye, heading back to school.

“I’ll see you Wednesday evening,” Harry said, slowly loosing his hold on her.

“Kiss me again and then I’ll be off,” Hermione said.

Harry gave her a soft, sweet kiss,
“Fly high.” he said as he fixed her collar and secured her scarf around her neck.
She smiled at him and then said “I love you,”
and she zoomed off up in to the air. It took around two hours for Hermione to get back to her apartment, it rained and then snowed on the way, so she was soaked to the bone.


Hermione slipped into her tub of very warm water to get the chill off of her.
After she took out her books and checked her homework she fell asleep reading a book.

The next morning when she went in to her Potions class, the teacher put the giggle juice in front of her again. She looked at it and then at him, she smiled and drank it down. The professor grinned as Hermione felt the tickling sensation going through her, it was stronger now and she had to use all of her will not to start giggling. When the feeling had diminished she got out her paper, quill and ink and looked up at the instructor, ready to take notes on his lecture.

Professor Snape looked at his student and snickered. Hermione looked around and noticed she was one of only five students in the class.

Hermione noticed that in her other classes too, a large number of girls were missing. Even Susanna was not in class. Everyone seemed nervous.
Hermione asked Professor Sprout where all of her classmates were.
“My dear, where have you been? There’s a sickness going around. I haven’t heard of any deaths yet, thanks goodness. I’m going to the shop and getting some herbs to put in a tea, to help the sick students and brew some other teas to keep the healthy ones from getting sick.
“I’d be glad to help” Hermione blurted out quickly.

That afternoon Hermione, Professor Sprout, Snape and Madam Pomfrey all stood over the cauldrons in The Herb Shop brewing potions for the students.

The next day a few more students didn’t show up for class. Hermione sat in her potions class alone. The teacher stared at her, as she drank down the giggle juice, fighting the urge to laugh.

“How is it that your fellow students got ill and you Miss Puckle or should I say Miss Granger did not?” the teacher asked.

“Just lucky I guess.” Hermione said.

He slammed down several books in front of her and announced,
“ As your fellow classmates are not here, I don’t want to proceed with the lecture, you may look through books for inspiration for future potions,” he said with a superior attitude, before he turned and left the room.

Hermione thumbed through the books, they were about dark and powerful potions just like the ones Madame Pomfrey had in her office. There were spells for making a person go insane, giving life to objects and for waking the dead/or calling out a spirit. She looked for a binding spell that may’ve been use to keep her family on the land. She thought, maybe this is where she could find the spell, but Hermione found nothing.

She got to her last class, Madame Pomfrey’s and there was a note: Class cancelled for the day, Teacher sick.

Hermione went to the teacher’s office to see if she was there, but it too had a note on it saying she wasn’t going to be in today.


Hermione went home and threw a note into the fireplace with some floo powder to her teacher. The note read,
Professor Pomfrey
How are you feeling and is there anything I can do for you?
Hermione

A few minutes later she got a note back which read,
Dear Hermione
Feeling sick. Took some potion a little too late. Have to rest. Will see you in class in a few days.

Poppy Pomfrey

Madame Rosmerta came over that afternoon and gave Hermione the Every Man’s Fantasy box and told her all she had to do was to open it, in an apartment and the spell would begin. The room becomes a large puffy tent with material draping down from the ceiling, pillows all over the place, self playing instruments and an audience or party guests.

Madame Rosmerta suggested that Hermione rehearse the dance with music in the box a few times before doing it for Harry, go to the Bath House and get pampered and relaxed.

Hermione got a note from the school that evening.
Due to the large number of students out sick, classes will not be held tomorrow. Hermione practiced the dance and removing her veils gracefully, all afternoon and went to the Bath House the next day.

Robert was surprise to see her there so early in the morning.
“Well, what’s the special occasion? You’re here so early?”

“The whole school is sick and I’m getting ready for a special night, for Lord Harry.” Hermione confessed.

He leaned over the table and his ears perked up,
“Really? How special?”

“Well you know the .. “ she started to talk softer, “ Those boxes Madame Rosmerta has ?” Hermione said.

Roberta’s mouth stretched from ear to ear and he giggled,
“Yes I do. Which one do you have?”

“Dance of the Seven Veils,” Hermione said.

“Dance of the Seven Veils fantasy.. new bride? or slave girl? That one’s great. You can add and cut out what you like. I’ve helped with a few of those box fantasies. It’s a great illusion but it’s more effective with one real person to serve and make sure everything goes well,” Robert commented.

“But men aren’t allowed in the apartment.”

“Let me guess, he blocked the door and the fireplace ..right?”

“Yes.”

“Well ..” he leaned even closer, “ I’m not what you would call a regular man.. my dear I wouldn’t have the slightest idea of what to do with you sexually.. I’m a woman’s best friend.”

“ I thought you might be … special.” Hermione replied.

“But can you still get into my apartment to help me.”?
“You have a balcony?”

“Yes.”

“There.”

“ Now for today we gently exfoliate you and moisturize. Tonight we massage you just before you dance and .. a little chocolate and a little feel free potion… you’ll have a wonderful time and so will he."

That night Robert flew on his broom up to Hermione’s balcony. He had a big bag with him.
Hermione opened the box and the room was transformed into a tent with large pillows everywhere.

Hermione attached the veils to her gold chain hip belt and necklace.

Robert took one look at her and rearranged some the veils. And then told her to spin to see how veils moved. He got his bag and pulled out a robe and head wrap. He put them on her then said,
“ Ok start to dance. Let’s see how you move.”

Hermione started to dance and removed one veil … danced some more and took off another veil,”

“How’s that?” she asked.

“Keep moving you’re doing alright but..” he said.

“But what?”
“It should flow more. You’re too nervous …here drink a little bit of this,” he produced a small glass with what looked like smoke in water,
“ It will help you lose your inhibitions.”

Hermione drank a small amount and waited.

Robert told her to start dancing again. Hermione started to dance and the world simply faded away, for she was in her own world. She listened to the music and everything just flowed. She gracefully detached her veils as she was dancing and before she knew it the music was ending and she ended her dance with a kneeling bow to where Harry would be seated. She was now aware that she was totally naked and wrapped her arms about herself.

Robert clapped,
“Very nice, very nice dancing,” Robert said as he put a cloak over Hermione,
“But you could use a few things my dear. One, you need a few bangles, bracelets and anklets. Two, a little make up to around the eyes and lips. And a little color on your skin, to give you a more exotic
look . And your hair, we’ll have to do something about that.”

Hermione sat in a chair while Robert dusted on just a hint of gold bronze powder. He outlined Hermione’s eyes with kohl for a more mysterious effect. Robert pulled out some bangle bracelets, anklets and large hoop earrings and gave them to Hermione to put on. He took a small amount of her hair and twisted it close to her head to keep her hair from falling too much in front of her face. Robert told Hermione to go the bedroom and he would give her a quick massage in there.
Robert came in and Hermione was on the bed with her cloak still on.

Hermione heard Robert walk up to the bed and laugh,
“ How am I supposed to massage you like that young lady?”
She got up and took off the cloak and got back on the bed.

Robert put his hand on her shoulder and said softly,
“My hands are to sooth and relax you as a mother comforts her child. You will be wonderful as his slave and lover. It is a game we all play, you’ll just look better doing it than most.” His hands were warm and they rubbed her muscles and the tension away in just a few minutes.

Then Robert clapped his hands and said,
“Come slave girl and let’s get you ready to dance. Remember don’t talk or look him in the eyes unless he asks you a question, or tells you so.

Hermione attached the veils to the necklace and hip belt and Robert got into his robes and turban.

Robert walked up to her with a tray of chocolates,
“Eat these, they’ll get you in the mood.”

“I know.” Hermione replied, eating three small pieces.
“ Then drink this,” handing her the feel free potion.
Hermione drank that down.
“And you should drink this down slowly, it’s mint tea. It’s what I will be serving him, but his will also have the feel free potion and a dreamer potion; that way he knows he knows you… but he doesn’t know how and therefore can feel free to do what he wants. Does his lordship have a pet name he calls you?”
“Yes Mione.”
“Good just in case he asks your name tell him that, it helps with the fantasy.”

Robert left to wait for Harry in the foyer. It didn’t take long.
Robert ushered Harry to his seat calling him Master and offering him a few tidbits of food along with some chocolates, and some feel free potion in his mint tea. Hermione watched from behind one of the curtains.
The fake party guests waved to Harry saying they were having a wonderful time, but where is the entertainment.

Hermione heard Robert announce,
“Master, Your godfather has sent to you a gift today since he can’t join you,” and Robert clapped his hands.

Hermione entered the room and knelt at Harry’s feet.
“ A slave. I heard she is a very good dancer and should please you well, though she is willful at times,” Robert added.

Robert clapped his hands again and Hermione stood up. She lifted her arms in a graceful motion and paused; holding the pose, awaiting her cue within the music.

Hermione nervously smiled beneath the veil hiding her face.
She swayed to the music, her arms reaching out to slowly with the music one side then the other. Her hips drew a figure eight slowly. The veils swayed and flared out as she turned... a hand reaching to the veil upon her right shoulder and unwraped it like a scarf from around her neck, exposing her face. She coyly danced about the room and dropped the veil in front of the party guests who clapped and shouted to her to come closer.
Hermione circled the room playing the zils and swaying to and fro along with the music. She feels the effects of the feel free potion and once more she is in her own world dancing about the room. Her fingers find the large veil that conceals the other veils and her body and released it.
She saw Harry’s expression of surprise as she spun in front of him.

He was flushed in the face and his body showed his desire growing.
The music went faster and Hermione shimmied as she peeled away another veil, this time from her waist and danced with it for a few moments. The music went even faster and Hermione shook her shoulders falling to the ground and leaning backwards arching her back in a seductive way.
The music slowed and Hermione moved her arms in a snake like way making the jewelry jingle in time to the music. Her arms moved slowly as her fingers waved gracefully, like reeds in the waves.
Hermione slowly got up and turned shyly, pulling off another veil from her waist.
Now her hips were showing skin, two veils remained attach to her belt and the veil covering her breasts.
Hermione danced on and removed one more veil from her hips; revealing her bottom.

Harry, who is sitting on a pillow sat a little bit higher, looking drunk with the lust in his eyes.

Hermione danced in front of the party guests and looked over at Harry and removing the veil draped across her breasts. The men applauded and urgedher to come closer to get trinkets from them. Her arm came to close to one and the man’s face broke up, like smoke being blown by a wisp of wind and then it comes back like a swarm of bees reforming the image.
Hermione’s feet were dancing fast, in tiny steps, her arms were raised up gracefully and a sensual poise. She was in front of Harry now and slowly, erotically slipped off her last veil.
Hermione danced around the room, her body moving beautifully in a seductive dance; her full firm breasts lifting, as her hips rolled to the music.
Hermione peeked to see his green eyes, watching every movement she made. She tossed her hair as she spun. She felt the chocolate’s effects and she felt a burning need between her legs and before she knew what she is doing, she was dancing wildly to the music.
She looked to see Harry starting to stand as the music started to slow .
Hermione knelt on the floor, arms slowly moving, circling her face as fingers were gracefully waving with her rolling wrists . Hermione stretched her arms up into the air, arching her back; her thighs parted slightly, her head falling back, in an invitation to Harry.
The music slowed and Hermione sat up, her arms posed up in the air for a moment. The music stopped. Hermione leaned forward, putting her hands together, as if to pray and bowed her head. Then she lean forward, putting her hand on the ground, her head touched the floor, bowing just inches away from Harry’s feet.

“Raise.” He said in a husky voice.
Hermione stood up but didn’t look at him.
His fingers touched her chin and made her look at him,
“Look at me,” he told her.

She looked at his face for a moment, then let her eyes drop.

“Look at your Master,” he said firmly.
She looked in to his eyes.
Harry’s mouth took hers in a wild, fierce way, satisfying his needs.
His hands glided over her sweat moistened breast.
Harry broke the kiss and touched her lips with his fingers,
“Pleasure me with your mouth,” he said as he lay back down on the large pillow.

Hermione knelt between his legs. Robert looked at her and nodded turned and went in to the foyer.
Harry was fully erect as Hermione’s hand softly touched it.
Hermione perched her lips on the head and kissed it sweetly and then slowly kissed it, opening her mouth for it. Her tongue licked it every now and again making Harry moan. Soon Hermione slid her lips past the head and down the shaft taking it deep into her throat. Again Harry moaned loudly.
Hermione could feel his hips thrusting, wanting her to take him all in. Hermione let him thrust once and then the next thing she knew she was on a large pillow on her back.
Hermione’s legs were roughly parted and she felt Harry’s tongue licking her folds and then his tongue entered her.
She moaned out loud, but it stopped when Harry leaned over her and said,
“You almost unmanned me. But I will teach you when to stop.” he said as he drove himself in to her hard.
“You’re a beautiful girl. You’ll be in my bedchamber from now on, decorating my bed,” he slowly drew out of her and then even slower, slid back in, going deeper, pressing himself tightly against her,
“I think I will love you all night long.” Harry said again driving himself deeply inside of her.
Hermione moaned.
Within a few more thrusts and with a low slow moan from Hermione, Harry’s seed filled Hermione. Harry lay on top of her, kissing her and admiring her beauty.

“ What is your name girl?

“Mione.” she said softly.

“Where do you hail from? how did you become a slave?” Harry asked.
Hermione wasn’t sure what to say, Robert didn’t tell her about this.

“ I don’t know.” she said, shaking her head, “ I remember walking in the woods and some man found me. He took me to his home washed me and gave me clothes and the next day I was bought at an auction.”
“Your family?” he asked.

Hermione shook her head.
There was a sad look in Harry’s eyes. She didn’t want to make him sad, she wanted to fulfill a fantasy for him.

“I’m honored that you want me for your bedchamber, I was told I was to serve food and clean and if I was very lucky, my new master would not beat me.” Hermione commented.

“No, I will not beat you. But I do want something from you.” Harry told her.

“What is it?” Hermione asked looking in to his eyes.

“Your loyalty.” Harry said.

“Yes master, I will be loyal to you.” Hermione said sincerely.

Harry looked at her in a shocking way, stroking her cheek,
“I want you” he panted, “ I want you so much, I’ve never felt such a burning lust for a woman before,” he said. Harry kissed her passionately as he entered her again.


Zils are finger cymbals
Just a note Dance of the Seven Veil was danced by Salomé. I don't want any one to get upset, Bellydancers remove their veils only, and strippers take off everything.