A New Order of Wizards - COMPLETE

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Updated 11-2-06

Thank you all for the lovely reviews.

JW asked, "...please tell me Severus won't have idjit children with the bimbo. And how does Hermione know those hickeys on bimbo's neck are from Severus??"

Re the 'idjit children', I dunno, but to make you feel better you can subscribe to the theory that Pamela's vacuity is nurture rather than nature. As for the hickeys, remember Pamela is also Pureblood, so she has an anklet just like Lucius. Severus is her only outlet for sex, so I'd say the hickeys are definitely his.

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Chapter Twenty-One – Harry


Lucius wandered back to their table and told Severus where to find his wife. That left him alone to think. Why had Hermione helped him if she knew he was manipulating her? The reality that she had hit Pamela, if metaphorically, began to settle into his mind. She had protected him and, if she was correct, more thoroughly than any two black eyes would have served. Maybe she actually had a bit of affection for him. That wasn’t so bad a thought as it might have been a few weeks ago. Lucius sat for a while feeling a sense of unusual contentment. In a good mood, he finally got up to locate his wife for some dances. That slinky slip of a dress had been working on him all evening and he wanted to touch it, and her.


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Harry saw Hermione come out of the loo and came up to her. “I need to speak with you a moment, Hermione,” said Harry in a whisper, trying not to let his wife hear. Ginny was absorbed in a story of another woman’s childbirth and didn’t see Harry talking to her friend or she might have been concerned. Harry hadn’t been happy with Ginny’s sexual demands.


Hermione looked at Harry quizzically, wondering what the cloak and dagger behavior was for. “All right, Harry. What did you want?” She could hear the orchestra tuning up and knew Lucius would want to have some waltzes, so her time was limited.


“Not here,” said Harry, running his hand through his hair, making it stand on end. “Let’s go out onto the balcony.”


Hermione nodded and they circled the room, finally getting to the double glass doors that led onto the main balcony of the ballroom. Harry opened one of the doors and allowed Hermione to precede him outside. He walked over to one edge of the space away from the doors and lit into Hermione, “What on earth were you about, telling Ginny your fairy tale about multiple orgasms? I haven’t had a moment’s peace in our bedroom since you told your whopper. Are you so jealous of my marriage that you decided to put a dent in it?”


Hermione was so astonished, she just stared at Harry for a moment. Then she found her tongue with a vengeance, “Oh, Harry,” she laughed in his face, “has Ginny finally discovered a flaw in her hero? You think just because you aren’t capable of more than one orgasm that the same must be true of Ginny? ‘Hotshot Harry’, or maybe I should say ‘Oneshot Harry’, why don’t you do some reading on the subject? I know studying isn’t your forte, it never was, but it’s true all right. And it’s glorious! Even though I have to be married to a former Death Eater, I have certainly found the silver lining in my dark cloud. Lucius has one redeeming characteristic that most women would sell their souls for, and probably a few have. He’s dynamite in the bedroom. His stamina should go in the medical journals - and that tongue! Sheer unadulterated bliss. Maybe I should tell Ginny about how talented Lucius is with it in places I never dreamed of before I got sent to his bed.” Hermione capped her diatribe with, “I’m not jealous of your marriage, Harry. I have a perfectly sound one of my own now.”


Harry leaned in and growled, “I don’t want to hear about your sex life and I don’t know why you and Ginny are discussing our sex life, but I want it to stop. You have no right to discuss such personal things with her.”


“Oh, you mean like you and Ron comparing – in nauseating detail, I might add – how good Laila Boscastle was in bed with each of you last year? And how you sniggered at her loose morals afterward? Personally I think it was more a matter of extremely poor taste on her part to have wanted either one of you. Poor thing, I guess she only got the one pitiful orgasm from you, didn’t she? If that!” Hermione laughed at Harry’s frozen shock, telling her she was right. She dug the knife deeper, “I wonder what she’s saying about your performance to everyone? ‘Harry may be a good Minister, but he’s no good in bed.’ I don’t imagine you got very high marks.” Hermione cocked her head and glared at Harry daring him to say anything else.


Harry returned Hermione’s glare but was stymied for a comeback. “She’d never tell anyone about…” he stopped, realizing he was verifying Hermione’s guess. “That’s in the past,” he finally said lamely. “We are now speaking of my marriage – and yours – not some casual, recreational sex when I was single. Anyway, stop filling Ginny’s head with absurdities.”


Hermione smiled wickedly, “Damn, he’s good, Harry. He knows so much more about sex than either of us does. I guess I have to thank you for giving me that, anyway. I may never have the kind of marriage you do, but what I have is so satisfying on so many levels, I truly think I may have got the better deal.” Hermione was surprised to realize that it was true, she was very satisfied in many ways. Lucius’ talents had opened up a part of her nature that had always been there, lying dormant. “You’re my best friend and I love you, Harry, but sometimes you are such a complete ass. Give my love to Ginny. And don’t forget the research!” She leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek and left him fuming on the balcony by himself.
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So, a few questions answered about Hermione's relationship with Harry. The dance still isn't over... Reviews welcome anytime.