The Lord The Lady and The Land

Chapter 2

Hermione sat by the fire. She heard her aunt talking in the background saying,

“We should count our blessings. We almost lost you Hermione.” she sighed, “So you can’t have children….it’s not the end of the world,” trying to cheer her up.” Though it is strange you were going to have a boy. Our family hasn't had a boy in over a hundred years or more.”

Hermione stared blankly at the fireplace …..'Madame Pomfrey… maybe she can do something?’

Hermione went to her desk and wrote Madame Pomfrey a note and gave it to their owl.

Within a few hours, Madame Pomfrey was at Hermione’s door.

Hermione quietly welcomed her as her father and aunt were in bed.

“Sorry it took me so long to get here. I was packing for my trip to France in a few hours. Now my dear,” She said making her way in to the kitchen, “ You have a question for me?”

Hermione nodded with tears her eyes.
“ My dear what is it?” The nurse asked.

“The muggle doctor said I’m healed now but I wouldn’t be able to have children because of the infection.”

“Well let’s see how bad it is.” the nurse said with concern in her voice.

She pulled out a few potions of this and that and had it boiling within a few minutes.

An hour later the nurse poured the concoction into a cup and had Hermione drink it.

Hermione waited for the nurse to do or say something.
“Well?” Hermione finally asked.

“We have to wait to see what color your face turns. If it’s bright orange you can have children without any problem, if it lighter orange you'll have trouble conceiving. If you have no color change, you will not be fertile.”

They waited a little longer and then the nurse gave Hermione a small smile. “ There. There’s some color. Not a great deal of it, but better than none.”

Hermione ran to the long mirror near the front room.
She thought she saw just a hint of orange, or was it the firelight playing tricks.

The nurse came up behind Hermione and said,
“ I’m not going to lie to you my dear, the chances of you bearing children is dismal. Does your lord know?” the nurse asked.

“ No, I wanted to ask you if it was true,” Hermione admitted.

The nurse stoked Hermione’s hair gently saying,
“ You’ve got to tell him. And then you have to plan what you are going to do.”
Hermione looked in to the mirror at her reflection,
“ This can’t be happening. I don’t deserve this.”

“Deserve it or not, this is what’s on your plate. You have to make the
best of what you’ve got. You’re smart, talented and very pretty Hermione. You’ve got that.”

Hermione pulled out the ring she had in her pocket,
“ He asked me to marry him. See,” showing the nurse the ring.

“ He wanted us to conceive a child on our wedding night,” Hermione laughed out softly tears streaming down her cheek.
“ And I can’t give him that now. Oh god I can’t give him his heir.”

Hermione covered her mouth with her hand; trying to quiet her cries.

The nurse wrapped her arm around Hermione comforting her.

“This is the worst day of my life. I can’t get an annulment for my marriage so I’m to stay Mrs. Draco Malfoy’s widow for a least a year;
before I can get married again without causing a scandal. I find out I can’t have children because of some disease my husband gave me.”

Madame Pomfrey was rocking Hermione back and forth.

“Hermione what were you going to do before you met Lord Harry? before you married Draco? What were your plans?” She asked softly.

“ I was supposed to go to school.” Hermione said in an upward tone voice.

“Which one?” the nurse inquired.

“ I’m not sure. I was thinking of the one in London..” Hermione said.

“There’ are two in London and a very nice one in France. I’m going to
Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for a day or two. I think you should
seriously think about going. I can write a letter giving you a good reference.”

The nurse pulled out another bottle and poured it in a cup, handing it to Hermione, “ You’ve had a exhausting day. This will help you sleep tonight.” She placed the bottle back in her bag.

“ I will be back in two days.” Madame Pomfrey said.

Madame Pomfrey gathered her things. She turned to Hermione and put a comforting hand on her shoulder saying,
“Think about school.. you’d be a wonderful potions master or even a healer. And while you are at school, you may find an answer to your problem. Schools are always discovering new potions or finding new uses for old potions. I will be looking for an apprentice,” The nurse admitted,
“You’d be perfect.” the nurse sighed,” Well good night my dear.”

“Thank you Madame Pomfrey and I will think about it.” Hermione said sadly.

“ Hermione you may call me Poppy, if we are to work together in the near future.” she teased.

Hermione drank down the draught and soon fell in to a deep peaceful sleep.

As she woke the next morning, she remembered all that happened the day before and felt beaten.

It was still early and she washed, dressed and headed over to Harry’s estate while her father and aunt were still asleep.

It was the shortest walk in Hermione’s life. She wanted more time to figure out how to break the news to Harry.
So she sat down thinking, staring at the ring. She tried to put it on but her hands began to shake.

She got up and started walking around the grounds for a while, without realizing it, she found herself at the front door knocking.

Maggie answered the door with a basket of eggs in her arms,
“ Good morning Hermione. His lordship is in the library and not ready to receive guests. I’ll be right back, I’ve got to put the eggs in
the kitchen.” and the woman went down the hall.

But Hermione didn’t wait for her. Hermione’s legs had a life of their own and a few moments later she was at the door of the library.

She silently walked in. Harry was on ladder pulling down books, one after the other, still in his robe.

Hermione stood there for a long moment just watching him.

She took a step forward which made a noise, making Harry turn to look.

“ Hermione. Good morning, you’re here early. I was just getting a jump on things.” he said as he climbed down the ladder and started walking towards her.

“ I think this book might have something that could…” he was saying but then stopped as he looked at her face. He had a worried look on his face,” What is it Hermione?”

Hermione didn’t know what to say or how to say it. All she wanted was for him to kiss her and say he loved her…. before she had to kill their dream for their future, and his happiness
“ We can’t get married.” she force herself to say them with a great deal of effort.”

“What are you talking about, of course we’ll get married, if it takes at year then we will wait.”

Harry slowly put his hands under her jaw line and around the back of her neck. He looked into her eyes for a moment and his lips engulfed hers, softly caressing hers. He broke the kiss, just long enough to say,” I love you, “ and continued kissing her gently.

Her heart was breaking she wanted this kiss to last forever.
The kiss ended and Hermione looked at Harry and took a deep breath said, “ Harry I can’t marry you. I can’t give you children.”

“What?”

“ I can’t give you children,” she repeated,” I can’t give you an heir.”

“No. We will have children I know it,” Harry insisted.

“But Dr. Stone said I was barren and Madame Pomfrey said it would be nearly impossible for me to have children,” Hermione told him.

“Why?” Harry queried.

“The infection spread to my womb and there were complications.”
Hermione told him.

“Madame Pomfrey can’t help you?” he asked.

Hermione shook her head,
“ No, not really but she did give me some hope. Someone may find a potion or charm to help me but I think she was giving me false hope. She did suggest I think about going to school.”

“ To school? You’re still recovering from this. You’re still weak. She had no right telling you to go to school.” Harry said angrily.

“ I’m strong enough to go to school. I just don’t know where I’d go or how I’d pay for it.”

Just then Maggie came in shocked but relieved to see Hermione there, “ I wondered where you went to. Breakfast is ready.”

“ Please put an other plate out for Hermione,” Harry told Maggie.
He turned to Hermione taking her hand and murmured,
“ We’ll talk about this later.”

Breakfast was laid out on the table when they got there.
One of the servants pulled the chair out for Hermione and then Harry sitting next to her.

They ate mostly in silence. Hermione picked at what little food she put on her plate. Harry ate a good helping of eggs, toast, potatoes and sausage.

“ Hermione please eat.” He implored her.

“ I’m not really hunger.” She said meekly.

“You’ve got to keep up your strength. Now come on,” offering her a piece of toast.

She shook her head, but drank her tea.

Harry finished his breakfast soon after. He got up and closed all but one door to the room and sat back down next to Hermione.

He called out to Maggie and she came running to him,
“ Yes my lord?”
He stood up and quietly said “ Get a robe for Hermione. Leave it outside the door.”

Maggie looked at him for a long moment and then glanced at Hermione then to Harry sneering,
“ Not proper.”

Maggie slammed the door shut.

Hermione began to speak,
“ Harry you must know I want us to be married…?” looking up at him.

He put his hand out to help her out of her chair.
She stood up. He leaned in and kissed her lips in a soft passionate way.
He embraced her and moved her against the table.

Hermione arms went around Harry’s neck and kissing him back.

Harry’s hand pulled up her skirts and found her knickers.

“My lord! “ She said shocked as she realized that under his robe he wore nothing.

He caressed her cheek and said in a husky voice,
“ I need to satisfy my hunger for you,” and he kissed her fervently.

Hermione found her self, lying on the grand dining room table as Harry eagerly tugged off her knickers and stockings trying to strip her down to her chemise as Hermione tried to keep her clothes on.

Hermione sat up fixingthe clothes she still had on.
“ No wonder Maggie looked at me that way. This isn’t proper.
You said wanted to wait for our wedding night.” playing tug of war with Harry, who was pulling at her skirt,
“ Really Harry!” she yelled at him, “ Show some restraint!”

“ I have.” Harry playful argued as he stopped pulling on her skirts.
“ I didn’t make any advances on you in the library,” he teased.
He stepped towards her and she put up her hand to stop him.
But all he did is take her hands and kissed her tenderly.
He nibbled on her lower lip then her upper lip. His tongue caressed hers.

Harry slid her off the table pulling at the skirt.

Hermione started to tremble as the skirt slipped off of her and on to the floor as they stood there.

Notice her shaking Harry smiled curiously,
“ Am I scaring you?”

“ No.” Hermione whispered.

“Why are you trembling?” Harry asked.

“ I don’t know,” Hermione answered feeling confused.

“You trembled on our first night together,” he reminder her.

“ I remember.” Hermione nodded.

He looked at her face and stroked her cheek saying
“ This should have been our wedding day. If we had written the contracts last night and married this morning, we’d be at our reception now dancing.”

“No we wouldn’t.” Hermione bowed her head,” WE would be late for our reception consummating our marriage in the coach.” Hermione said shyly.

Harry was smiling ear to ear chuckling softly,
“ Yeah, we would.” and kissed her tenderly again,
“I will take you now.”

“ No Harry ….” she protested.

But he pulled her hand to his lips and kissed her palm.
She quivered as the wave went up her arm to the rest of her body.
She felt her body warming up and her head started to get foggy,
“ That’s not fair.” she hummed.

Harry brought her other hand up to his lips and kissed her palm firmly sending another wave of passion through Hermione making her gasp.

His robe was on the floor a moment later and Harry’s erection poised at her entrance. He pulled one of Hermione’s legs up on to his hip and slowly he entered her.

He was so hard going into Hermione’s slim soft body she feared for a moment, the pain it would cause. But he entered gently, and only with his first thrust was there a faint twinge, but it diminished as Harry moaned in Hermione’s ear, “ I’m in heaven.”

He kissed her mouth and neck as Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck.

The only thing between them was her chemise and he pulled that off of her moments later.

Hermione felt his bare chest on hers. Harry layed her down on the table pushing the dishes aside and pulled the table linen around Hermione’s waist.

Pulling her as close to him as possible. Hermione clasped her legs around his waist.
With each thrust, Harry moaned louder and louder. And with each thrust dishes, plates and glasses were knocked off the table.

The pitcher of water fell over and silverware danced from the table onto floor, with a ting, ting, ting sound.

They laughed at the mess they were causing in their love making, until a crystal glass shattered on the floor, but with a wave of her wand Hermione whispered,“ Reparo.”

She looked at Harry who still had one thing on his mind, as he thrust
into her again and again. Momentarily making her forget what had just happened.

“ Harry we’re making mess in here,” she said plainly.

But Harry just smiled and leaned towards her and kissed her passionately. The tablecloth was bunched up behind her back and the water that spilled was now a puddle under her bottom, and it was cold.

“ Harry, let’s do this someplace a bit more comfortable. I’m getting wet and cold.” Hermione suggested.

“Alright! I’ll be right back,” and he slid out of Hermione and walked briskly to the door. Harry opened it and picked up a robe.

Hermione took several napkins and dried herself off.

Harry helped her put the robe on.

They were walking towards the door when Harry nudged Hermione up against the wall. She was up in the air the next moment and then she felt Harry enter her again.

Her legs dangled in the air for a moment and then found his hips as their perch.

One hand was holding her up and the other was around her neck pulling her mouth to his.

Harry thrust up wards grunting. His eyes half closed with desire.
With one good thrust Hermione arched her back and her head fell to the side.

His mouth went to her neck, biting and nibbling his way down to her shoulder.
Harry moaned a few more times and then he whispered in her ear,
“ I love making love to you. You’re my heaven, my honeyed mead, I want to get drunk off of you.”
And with one final thrust, they both moaned with their release.