"Woman" Series, HG/AW

I have decided, due to suggestions by others as it was too confusing to post all these installments separately, to compile them into a chaptered fic. Then you can read in order without hopping around and it'll be less confusing for my readers. I hate to lose the reviews I've already gotten but if it makes it easier for the masses, than ah, who am I to argue? Onward!

This story is actually part two of my Arthur/Hermione Weasley series. No clue how long I will continue it, but it's proven to be a fun and provactive little dalliance for my muse, so as long as she is interested I will indulge her. The first part of this little series is A Woman Scorned, but can also be read as a stand-alone.


A Woman Loved


Hermione sat in a booth by herself, pushed as far back against the wall as she could manage.

The party celebrating Arthur Weasley’s 50th birthday party was winding down. A good portion of the guests had already gone home or were sloppily engaged in the remainder of the drinking contests or were passing out on the tables. Molly had long ago harrumphed and left, put out by the bawdy crowd that had taken over the party she had so painstakingly put together. Word had gotten out at the Ministry department where Arthur worked about the little soirée and ever since the gaggle of men and women had shown up from Arthur’s department she had been in a right tizzy.

Hermione knocked back the last of her drink. She hadn’t made many friends with her attitude as of late. In fact, people seemed to rather be avoiding her. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Ron was flaunting his new relationship in her face every chance he got and she wasn’t taking it very well. Sure, she could and should move on, but there was the one tiny detail that they were supposed to have been married. She felt as if he at least owed her an apology! No, an apology was not forthcoming, as long as the Weasley’s bore redheaded children, which seemed to be for eternity.

Finally, the rat who called himself part of the Golden Trio left with his slag on his arm.

Hermione got up to wish Arthur a Happy Birthday and then take her leave. She didn’t have anything to go home to but it didn’t stop her from heading there anyway. The entire Weasley family acted like she was the one in the wrong and had driven Ron into Lavender’s arms. Well, everyone except Arthur and Ginny. The only reason she showed up for this tripe of a party was a result of a personal invitation from the birthday boy himself.

Smiling to herself, Hermione fondly recalled her last encounter with the Weasley patriarch. He had given her a gentle hug, brushed the tears from her face and kissed her forehead while she cried once again over his prick of a son. It had clearly pained him to see her in such a state whenever she came to the Burrow. Harry and Ginny were the only reasons she really came by there for supper anymore and even that invitation was wearing thin in her eyes.

Arthur had just finished his conversation with the last of his mates and stood up from his stool, giving a broad stretch. He gave a wide grin when he saw her approach.

“Hello Hermione! I’ve barely seen you all evening! Where have you been?”

Hermione smiled back. “Oh, you know. Here and there, talking to different people.”

Arthur’s smile vanished as he saw the sad look in her eyes. Clearly she was still upset about Ron and Lavender.

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked quietly.

Hermione shook her head. “No, I’m afraid there isn’t. Time will be the only thing that can heal my heart.”

Arthur simply nodded in reply and took her hand. With a bit of surprise the young woman allowed herself to be pulled away from the pub counter and out the door. She walked quietly with the inebriated wizard, who was actually quite in command of himself despite how many drinks he had pounded.

“Where are we going?” she asked casually. There really wasn’t any reason for them to be walking alone through Hogsmeade this time of night together but Arthur probably had a destination in mind. He simply looked back at her with that infectious smile of his and continued on, leading her to gods knew where.

The minutes passed and gravel crunched under their boots, the only sound to mark the passage of the witch and wizard strolling hand in hand beyond the edges of the small village. Not more than a few hundred feet beyond the last lighted street the road became dark as pitch. Arthur smoothly lit his wand and continued down the road.

They must have walked a good mile from town before he stopped and crouched down next to the side of the road.

“What are you looking for?” the curious witch inquired. He hushed her sharply, one finger raised to his lips in warning.

Tracing his fingers along an unknown line to the side of the road, Arthur made a serious of movements reminiscent of runes. A soft glow appeared at the tree line and he stood sharply, pulling Hermione along behind him.

Hermione desperately wanted to ask more questions as a thousand and one thoughts bombarded her brain but she wisely kept silent. In the next moment it felt as if she had stepped through a portal and time was suspended. The moment she stepped into the trees with Arthur her movements slowed down. It felt like she was moving through water, yet the air was still fine to breathe.

Arthur had let the light from the tip of his wand go dark. It didn’t appear they needed it.

From only a few feet from the road and into the trees there was a clearing with a pond at its center. Hermione turned to look back at the road and discovered only a thick copse of trees behind her. It was impossible! Yet she had learned that in the world of magic anything was possible. They obviously had been transported to some unknown place. Taking in a deep breath, she followed Arthur to the edge of the clearing and copied his movements, lying on her stomach in the soft grass and leaves.

Arthur scooted close to her side and wrapped one arm around her back. He gently pointed her head towards the far side of the pond. Hermione gasped when she saw a pair of unicorns drinking serenely from the eerie glass-like surface of the water. It reflected the stars in the night sky magnificently and thus gave the clearing a soft, gorgeous glow as the moon seemed to bless them with its translucent beauty.

Just as Hermione gasped both unicorns swiftly raised their heads and whuffed into the night air. The stallion pawed the ground and swung his regal head from side to side in consternation.

Long minutes ticked by with Hermione and Arthur still as the stones at the water’s edge until the unicorns relaxed once more and slowly moved around to their side of the clearing. Their breaths came in silent shallow pants as the unicorns grazed on the silvery-green grass, lichen and clover at the tree line. At one point they came so close to where the pair lay that Hermione could have reached out and touched the muzzle of the mare.

For more than an hour they watched the almost mystical creatures in awe do what animals do; graze, drink, frolic and roll around before departing down a path known only to the unicorns and out of sight.

Arthur laughed suddenly and clapped his hands together, rolling onto his back like a delighted child. “Wasn’t that marvelous? I bet you never saw that in the Muggle world!”

Hermione didn’t know what to say. It was one of the most moving experiences of her entire life and tears of happiness, joy and wonder clearly showed in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around the wizard’s neck and thanked him profusely.

“Hey now, what’s this? I just wanted to share a bit of my childhood with you. You looked like you needed a distraction and a bit of a pick me up. I’ve been coming here for years when life gets me really down. The unicorns are rarely here but I love the serenity of the lake. It seems to calm me down when nothing else can and I always leave feeling rejuvenated.”

Hermione quit crying and lay her head on his shoulder. “Thank you Arthur. I feel as if I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life and only now just realized what I’d been missing. How can I ever repay you?”

Arthur was quiet then, not daring to answer her question. He thought back to the night she had surprised him, when his idiot son had broken up with her and how she had made passionate love to him in the library of Grimmauld place. He had never forgotten that encounter and the memory was the subject of many solo encounters with himself and little Arthur in his trousers when he was spurned by his own wife, which was all the time now.

Hermione sensed his reluctance to answer her question and raised her head to look at him. “Did I say something?”

He shook his head quickly. “It’s not you, it’s me. Just had a bit too much to drink. Come now, we’d best be getting on before we’re missed.”

Arthur tried to sit up but Hermione kept him pinned down momentarily. She studied him curiously. “Tell me what’s on your mind. You didn’t answer my question.”

Even in the dim light she could see his cheeks flush a deep crimson. The light bulb went off in her head and she instantly knew how he thought she could repay him but he was too much of a gentleman to say it.

“Why didn’t you just ask? I’ll never turn you away Arthur.”

He started to babble and deny her. “I-I what? I didn’t say anything!”

He was hushed by her finger on his lips. “You don’t have to say anything. I can read you like a book from the Black library.”

She smirked as the double entendre hit him between the eyes like a bludger and an unintentional moan escaped his throat.

“Hermione I-“

“Shhhhh…..” was all Arthur heard before those soft lips descended on his own and forced him to relinquish all control once more to the supple young woman that now straddled his waist.

It didn’t take him long to respond to her physical presence in the way wizards respond to witches in such intimate situations. Hermione smiled against his mouth when his tongue pressed against her for entry, which she granted with great enthusiasm.

Her hot core pressed against his raging erection. As she slid herself up and down over his length, something akin to a growl escaped from around his mouth.

“Hermione! I need you. I need you now, please!”

Hermione wondered if it was the drink responding to the situation or true, raw desire for her. She pulled back from their heated embrace and searched his face for a sign, any sign that it was her he wanted and not just some random fuck. She wanted to feel wanted, needed and beautiful. Desire was something she was accustomed to. Real attraction and fulfillment was something that was sorely lacking in her life.

Arthur caught on that there was something more to this than just fiery passion. He rose up on his elbows, wincing at a sharp rock that caught at his skin. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” she breathed. “You’re doing everything right. It’s just- tell me. I need to know.”

“What do you need to know, Hermione? You know I’ll tell you anything that’s within my power to do so.”

Hermione ran her fingertips from his temple, through his stubble and down to the tip of his jawbone, holding him there between her thumb, middle and forefingers.

“Is it me? Is there something wrong with me, that Ron just couldn’t wait to throw me away? Is that what I am? Some kind of object to be used and cast aside when other people are done with me? Because if that is the truth, I need to hear it. I need to hear it from you. I don’t want to just be the woman that knows it all, can solve the world’s problems and the one everyone turns to in a crisis. I want someone to look at me like the woman I feel that I am inside; sensual and whole, divine and giving, loving and loved. Please tell me. What am I?”

Arthur’s heart broke when she finished speaking. She was absolutely breathtaking. Each time he saw Hermione since their first intimate encounter, he fell a little bit more in love with her. He couldn’t help it. There was something about the way she carried herself, something that everyone around her seemed to overlook. The only person he knew of that even understood a fraction of the woman behind the mask that was Hermione was the reclusive potions master, Severus Snape. He had only ever gained that understanding from a few brief, terse conversations over a Firewhisky and muttered comments about the dunderheaded stupidity of others that would never appreciate her true worth.

Only three words came to mind when he answered her, and it seemed to be all she needed to hear.

“You are everything.”

Her head came crashing back down over his lips, her hair cascading in rivers of soft silk around his face and ears. Their kisses became frantic, stilted almost. Arthur groped along the ground for his wand and vanished their clothing.

With one swift movement he had her on her back, urgently pressing her knees up to her shoulders as he wet the tip of his straining erection against her entrance. The soft sound of her whimper drove him crazy and he thrust into her sharply.

Hermione cried out at the fullness inside of her. He was simply incredible, the way his cock fit perfectly inside of her. The rest of the world ceased to exist, the way it had the first time they had made love, as he swiftly established a rapid pace that had their hearts threatening to pound through their chests.

“Hermione, you’re so tight. Oh, goddess I’ve needed you- wanted you for so long. Oh Circe yes you beautiful witch come for me sweet Hermione!”

And just like that he reached between them and rubbed his calloused thumb over her clit, sending just enough friction over the tender bud to force her careening into an intense climax.

The hot glove of her vagina fisted in a heavenly ripple over his cock, coating it with her juices and cream of witch as he continued to slide in and out of her with an ardor he’d never dreamed of having with another person ever again in his lifetime.

When her orgasm subsided, he pulled out of her and groaned at the loss of sensation. Sensing the urgency, Hermione did as he bid and turned around onto her hands and knees, her head resting against her arms, breathing in the rich smell of earth and wildflowers.

Arthur grabbed both of her hips and lined up his cock with her puckered arsehole. He teased her there for a moment and heard her gasp in shock. “Arthur?” came the tense inquiry.

“It’s okay love, I’m only teasing.” Feeling her relax once more, he pushed his length into her in this new position. It was a whole new experience taking her from behind. The angle seemed to intensify the tightness with which he was being stroked and it made him mad with the urge to come deeply inside of her hot, wet pussy.

“Oh Gods Hermione, I- I’m going to-“

“I want you to. Come inside of me Arthur. Fuck me, take me, oh god yes fuck me good!”

He obliged her passionate request, slamming into her in such a way as he hadn’t for many years. Too many years of missionary, vanilla sex had him working muscles that hadn’t seen the light of day since his early twenties.Immediately a painful cramp caught ahold in each of his legs which he ignored vehemently in the throes of desire. His cock was about to burst, the pre-come leaking profusely from the tip and mixing with the juices running down his pelvis and Hermione’s thighs.

The smell of her arousal had him dancing with the stars in the night sky. They were up there, looking down on the copulating witch and wizard and blessing the pair with their soft light. He was desperate for her to come again so he hunched low over her back and rutted with her like a wild animal. Both of his hands fondled her tits while his ball sack slapped against her fine arse and swollen pussy lips.

He brought one hand up to her shoulder for leverage and slid the other one into her slit, playing urgently with her clit while gritting his teeth to hold himself off for a minute longer. Hermione shuddered and began to keen underneath him. Her rising voice was shaking as she suddenly arched her back and screamed his name into the night. “A-a-ar-arthhuurrrrr!!!!!”

The syllables were punctuated by the last staccato round of hips and cock meeting pussy and arse.

At long last he stiffened above her and gave one good last hard shove before blasting multiple jets of thick come inside of the brilliant, loving and loved witch beneath him. The orgasm seemed never to end as the heights of ecstasy blew his mind into outer space. Sex had never felt this good.

Finally, the last of his come was released from inside of him and he collapsed against Hermione’s sweat-soaked back, panting hard. How could he ever go back home to Molly when he had access to this gorgeous and willing young thing? She was all he had ever wanted in a witch and wished desperately that his reality was different. Despite all of his misgivings, he was prepared to accept what he was given and not let her ever know his true feelings for her. It was extremely inappropriate; what they had been doing anyway. There was no sense inviting heartache and more trouble into her young life.

Arthur Scourgified them and they helped one another dress. This time they freely shared kisses and embraces before heading out of the clearing, out of the trees and back onto the road to Hogsmeade.

“Happy Birthday Arthur.”

“It’s happy because I got to celebrate it with you, love.”

With a smile and whispers of promises to meet another time, the pair Disapparated their separate ways.

The unicorns looked on from the edge of the clearing and whinnied their triumph and love after them. It had begun.