The 25th Hour
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,643
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Second Hour
Thanks to my fab beta Ferv... warningr imr implied incest and non con
The second hour… 7 am.
The need Hermione had to cleanse herself of nightmares and her delusions of better resulted in her skin to be scorched repeatedly. Scrubbed raw until every nerve in her body cried the same requiem of mourning as her mind and soul. Every cell in her body aching not only for his touch… but for her own salvation. Waiting for the time that she would be free from all the crimes committed against her. To remember what it was like before the world collapsed on her, leaving her stranded and sailing the Earth’s zephyrs on her own. But then cursing herself for her weakness of mind for it was that violation that had brought him to her.
As she stood in front of the fog covered mirror, she closed her eyes against the memories that threatened once again to crack her façade.
Breathe… Remember to breathe
The day that lead her life to his. The streak of violent blond that caused her so much devastation and yet gifted her the greatest prize born of sufferance. And if she were to come across him again she would thank him for his attentions. That from all the unworthy, he had chosen her, despite the fear and the miscarriage of all justice. She had her lover’s finest ally and mosst loyal enemy to thank for the most heinous violation of herself.
Filthy.
Although she was filthy in his eyes he had chosen her to bestow his attentions on. His harsh caresses and teachings of the post apocalyptic world where the pure would reign. And she would be disposable like so many others with contaminated blood that would be be found discarded, littering the ground around her.
Hailed as brilliant amongst the good, inferior and abused forgotten by the pure. No longer having a place because of her birth except her twisted sanctuary beneath the armies that followed once the elder Malfoy had taken not what he desired, but what he deserved.
He had found her wandering the grounds of her true home late on an evening near the lake she knew so well, under the stars that had been her confidant since she was a child. Like the nights her father accosted her from her bed to teach her the wonders of the universe as only a father could. Reinforcing how special she was, encouraging her in his own way to be the very best she could be. And punishing her in ways most pleasureable for him when she transgressed from the program he had created for her.
And she could remember losing herself in the stars as he taught her all of this. The child rapidly metamorphosing into the grown woman that would experience the same for her achievements… all because of her birth blessing. The same that Lucius had found so intoxicating, so enraging. And it was so much like her father.
But Lucius had been vindicated. By his birth blessing he had been granted the right to claim her as his protégé for the night. What would be her last as pollution in his world. So unlike her first tutor in the world of carnal appreciation.
Her father judged by the Gods as unworthy to lay his hands on one so perfect, dying and rotting in his own filth for a week before her mother return from the conference. The alcohol that had poisoned him filling the richly adorned and cared for family residence with a stench that had been fermenting for almost 18 years. Not like Lucius who lived to revel in his triumph and teachings. And she had learnt so much more from him than she ever had from her father.
How to please and how to be pleased. The touch, taste, scent and heat of a man. One wanting what she feared to give yet coaxing her so gently and successfully into his fold… he did understand and she was so convinced that she had forgotten her fears momentarily to give it all to him. On that night that he found her wandering the lake of her true home, under the stars he had embraced her, dispelling momentarily all her doubts of the man whose name struck so much disapproval in those around him. Comforting her as a friend of his child. His perfect, pure son, with the intellect and abilities to challenge her succession to the ranks of the greatest and most powerful of all time.
But even Lucius at that point had overlooked, forgotten or disregarded the enigma of a man who watched them both and who would have become the supreme of accomplishment had he not been corrupted. Or maybe he did remember, for it was he that had conspired all those years ago to ensnare the young, insecure, brilliant yet unrecognised dark haired wizard now watching the quasi-couple’s every move from his perch high above them.
Silhouetted by the moonlight, shielded from identification by nothing more than the same qualities that kept him invisible to those who came across him in the daylight, Severus watched as the greatest crime against his own person began to unfold. Because the one he loved, in all secrecy did he desire, was taken from the grounds that until she crossed the threshold of their anti-apparation wards she was safe within… lured like a child promised the teenage equivalent of sweets and candy that would be most appealing to her in her time of need.
When she craved for more than what her peers had offered her. And all that her father had taught her. And what she thought that the demon of deception, the Belial of the new world order would claim to be able to show her. And being the innocent and trusting soul that she was… she did believe him. And it would spell her demise.
Unless he could infiltrate his companions games and claim her as his own. And take her, fulfilling his most coveted fantasies, knowing that afterwards she would not be able to look upon his face again, not that she ever had. That she would never understand what a personal sacrifice he had made against his own desires, hopes and dreams of the future. But none expected him to hold any anyway. So it would matter to none. Except him.
And in that moment that he found her, surrounded by his faux colleagues, weighed down by the bodies of one after the other, what he desired most was to now know that she was there, no matter how untouchable after this night. And he saw her defeated, long given up the struggle, resigned to her new fate. One that would have never come to pass had he just…
But there was no time to contemplate it. As the last of the pure removed themselves from her, and the stench of anticipation filled his senses, as they descended as one, he approached and claimed her as well. As his own.
That she would now become his property. And none could dispute him. None dared question him, his position at the right hand of the left path ruler assuring their obedience. But he had taken her as well to cover his intentions. And he tried to hide his eyes from hers… to avoid the hurt and betrayal in her eyes… and so she would not see the tears that ran down his salleatueatures as his plan reached its climax.
But he failed at the most critical moment. His eyes finding hers of their own device as he reached the peak of his violation against everything he had ever wanted. And he saw within something he had not believed he would ever see. And something that he was sure after tonight he would never see again.
Breathe… Remember to breathe
But he had been wrong again. And she had proved her gratitude at his sacrifice by allowing him access to her thoughts on that night… and of her father. And he had reciprocated.
And they rejoiced in tears of begging for and accepting of forgiveness, finding a home within each other for the most sacred of desires.
And as Hermione stood before the clearing mirror, her eyes once again opened and taking in all of the wonders of the world around her breathe… remember to breathe she recalled it all and thanked him once again in a prayer he would not hear until tonight, when she would show him once more how very much, how very beautiful his rescue of her had been.
She owed him her life, she would gladly give it back to guarantee his.
But no one would ever know. Because it was not acceptable…
Hermione promised herself that it would be made acceptable in their world the day the world was made perfect. And if it never happened, then they would live in societal sin together. At peace in each other’s arms.
But for now, Harry was incessantly knocking at her door, summoning her to breakfast.
~*~
Thanks~
PotionsMistressM~.. I am flattered that you enjoyed the begining so much that you chose to bookmark this story... I hope that you enjoy the remainder as much... thank you for your kind words...
The second hour… 7 am.
The need Hermione had to cleanse herself of nightmares and her delusions of better resulted in her skin to be scorched repeatedly. Scrubbed raw until every nerve in her body cried the same requiem of mourning as her mind and soul. Every cell in her body aching not only for his touch… but for her own salvation. Waiting for the time that she would be free from all the crimes committed against her. To remember what it was like before the world collapsed on her, leaving her stranded and sailing the Earth’s zephyrs on her own. But then cursing herself for her weakness of mind for it was that violation that had brought him to her.
As she stood in front of the fog covered mirror, she closed her eyes against the memories that threatened once again to crack her façade.
Breathe… Remember to breathe
The day that lead her life to his. The streak of violent blond that caused her so much devastation and yet gifted her the greatest prize born of sufferance. And if she were to come across him again she would thank him for his attentions. That from all the unworthy, he had chosen her, despite the fear and the miscarriage of all justice. She had her lover’s finest ally and mosst loyal enemy to thank for the most heinous violation of herself.
Filthy.
Although she was filthy in his eyes he had chosen her to bestow his attentions on. His harsh caresses and teachings of the post apocalyptic world where the pure would reign. And she would be disposable like so many others with contaminated blood that would be be found discarded, littering the ground around her.
Hailed as brilliant amongst the good, inferior and abused forgotten by the pure. No longer having a place because of her birth except her twisted sanctuary beneath the armies that followed once the elder Malfoy had taken not what he desired, but what he deserved.
He had found her wandering the grounds of her true home late on an evening near the lake she knew so well, under the stars that had been her confidant since she was a child. Like the nights her father accosted her from her bed to teach her the wonders of the universe as only a father could. Reinforcing how special she was, encouraging her in his own way to be the very best she could be. And punishing her in ways most pleasureable for him when she transgressed from the program he had created for her.
And she could remember losing herself in the stars as he taught her all of this. The child rapidly metamorphosing into the grown woman that would experience the same for her achievements… all because of her birth blessing. The same that Lucius had found so intoxicating, so enraging. And it was so much like her father.
But Lucius had been vindicated. By his birth blessing he had been granted the right to claim her as his protégé for the night. What would be her last as pollution in his world. So unlike her first tutor in the world of carnal appreciation.
Her father judged by the Gods as unworthy to lay his hands on one so perfect, dying and rotting in his own filth for a week before her mother return from the conference. The alcohol that had poisoned him filling the richly adorned and cared for family residence with a stench that had been fermenting for almost 18 years. Not like Lucius who lived to revel in his triumph and teachings. And she had learnt so much more from him than she ever had from her father.
How to please and how to be pleased. The touch, taste, scent and heat of a man. One wanting what she feared to give yet coaxing her so gently and successfully into his fold… he did understand and she was so convinced that she had forgotten her fears momentarily to give it all to him. On that night that he found her wandering the lake of her true home, under the stars he had embraced her, dispelling momentarily all her doubts of the man whose name struck so much disapproval in those around him. Comforting her as a friend of his child. His perfect, pure son, with the intellect and abilities to challenge her succession to the ranks of the greatest and most powerful of all time.
But even Lucius at that point had overlooked, forgotten or disregarded the enigma of a man who watched them both and who would have become the supreme of accomplishment had he not been corrupted. Or maybe he did remember, for it was he that had conspired all those years ago to ensnare the young, insecure, brilliant yet unrecognised dark haired wizard now watching the quasi-couple’s every move from his perch high above them.
Silhouetted by the moonlight, shielded from identification by nothing more than the same qualities that kept him invisible to those who came across him in the daylight, Severus watched as the greatest crime against his own person began to unfold. Because the one he loved, in all secrecy did he desire, was taken from the grounds that until she crossed the threshold of their anti-apparation wards she was safe within… lured like a child promised the teenage equivalent of sweets and candy that would be most appealing to her in her time of need.
When she craved for more than what her peers had offered her. And all that her father had taught her. And what she thought that the demon of deception, the Belial of the new world order would claim to be able to show her. And being the innocent and trusting soul that she was… she did believe him. And it would spell her demise.
Unless he could infiltrate his companions games and claim her as his own. And take her, fulfilling his most coveted fantasies, knowing that afterwards she would not be able to look upon his face again, not that she ever had. That she would never understand what a personal sacrifice he had made against his own desires, hopes and dreams of the future. But none expected him to hold any anyway. So it would matter to none. Except him.
And in that moment that he found her, surrounded by his faux colleagues, weighed down by the bodies of one after the other, what he desired most was to now know that she was there, no matter how untouchable after this night. And he saw her defeated, long given up the struggle, resigned to her new fate. One that would have never come to pass had he just…
But there was no time to contemplate it. As the last of the pure removed themselves from her, and the stench of anticipation filled his senses, as they descended as one, he approached and claimed her as well. As his own.
That she would now become his property. And none could dispute him. None dared question him, his position at the right hand of the left path ruler assuring their obedience. But he had taken her as well to cover his intentions. And he tried to hide his eyes from hers… to avoid the hurt and betrayal in her eyes… and so she would not see the tears that ran down his salleatueatures as his plan reached its climax.
But he failed at the most critical moment. His eyes finding hers of their own device as he reached the peak of his violation against everything he had ever wanted. And he saw within something he had not believed he would ever see. And something that he was sure after tonight he would never see again.
Breathe… Remember to breathe
But he had been wrong again. And she had proved her gratitude at his sacrifice by allowing him access to her thoughts on that night… and of her father. And he had reciprocated.
And they rejoiced in tears of begging for and accepting of forgiveness, finding a home within each other for the most sacred of desires.
And as Hermione stood before the clearing mirror, her eyes once again opened and taking in all of the wonders of the world around her breathe… remember to breathe she recalled it all and thanked him once again in a prayer he would not hear until tonight, when she would show him once more how very much, how very beautiful his rescue of her had been.
She owed him her life, she would gladly give it back to guarantee his.
But no one would ever know. Because it was not acceptable…
Hermione promised herself that it would be made acceptable in their world the day the world was made perfect. And if it never happened, then they would live in societal sin together. At peace in each other’s arms.
But for now, Harry was incessantly knocking at her door, summoning her to breakfast.
~*~
Thanks~
PotionsMistressM~.. I am flattered that you enjoyed the begining so much that you chose to bookmark this story... I hope that you enjoy the remainder as much... thank you for your kind words...