The Lord The Lady and The Land

Chapter 25 True Loves

Hermione stuttered a phrase or two but Geoffrey wasn’t listening. He buried his face into her neck. Kissing her behind the ear he moved downward. His arm slid around her waist pulling her closer to him and then he started to undo her nightgown. To Hermione’s surprise he had nimble fingers and a light touch. He eased the gown off of her without her really noticing until she felt a breeze. Hermione stared at the top that now lay in her lap. She wasn’t sure if she could go through with this without falling apart.

Stinging tears formed in her eyes as she took a breath to preparing herself for the nightgown to be stripped off her gently or violently. Geoffrey gazed at her bare breasts and whispered, “It is woman like you who inspire the artists and poets.”

“I don’t inspire anyone.” Hermione gasped as he lightly touched her shoulders drawing his fingers down between her breasts.

“You inspire me,” Geoffrey said.

“How?” She asked curiously.

“The way you hold yourself. Your thoughts, your ideas… they are very much like my dear wife’s…” he trailed off looking at his goblet, “They were like her’s.”

“You must miss her.”

“I have no time to miss her really, life gets busy and…” his hand cupped her breast gently and squeezed it. Hermione instinctively drew away from his hand moving downward on to the bed. Geoffrey took this opportunity to roll on top of her.

“No Geoffrey please…” and his lips gently covered her cries.

His tongue breached her lips in a warm seductive kiss. He was still gentle and tender as he removed her nightgown slipping it down off her hips kissing her belly, thighs, and knees as it fell off her toes.

Geoffrey made his way up to her belly and caressed it gently. He held her belly in a sort of cradling way and kissed it. He moved up to her breast holding one gently as though it was a dove in his hand slowly sliding it away to hold the other breast. His eyes looked on her body as a work of art. She had seen that same expression in Harry’s eyes. But when Geoffrey’s eyes looked into hers they changed for wondrous to pained. He smiled sadly at her, got up, poured himself another drink, and gulped it down.

“Did I do something wrong my lord,” she asked fearing that if she didn’t please him tonight she would have to stay for another night.
She thought a moment ‘He looks disappointed or …mournful.’

The nobleman drank down a bit more of his drink and began to undo his clothes with all speed. He ripped open is shirt, metal buttons flying landing on the floor sounding coins. He untied his sash to his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear.

He stood there at the end of the bed naked as he drank down the last of his whiskey. Geoffrey climbed on to the bed next to Hermione.

“No milady,” he whispered, “Lay down now and let me love you.” He hands guided her downward.

Hermione looked at him and put her hand to his face stroking his cheek thinking how she never noticed how sad his eyes were.

Geoffrey kissed her gently on the lips, nose, and eyes.

“Is this the way you made love to her?” Hermione asked.

Geoffrey looked down at Hermione brushing a curl off her face,
“Who?”

‘Your wife,” Hermione asked.

Geoffrey face distorted painfully for a moment and he nodded tears welling up in his eyes. He embraced Hermione and she put her arms around him. She felt his tears on her neck and then she felt his lips on her neck.

Then Geoffrey moved his lower half of his body to between Hermione’s legs. She felt panicked as his hips settled into position his erection was on her mound and his hand was between their bodies.

His hand lingered on Hermione’s belly and he caresses it gently. Hermione felt her heart pounding with fear.

Hermione whispered, “It’s a girl, my daughter.”

“What are you going to name her?” Geoffrey asked.

“I don’t know.” Hermione mind went blank for an answer, “maybe Eliza... Lizzie.”

Geoffrey looked at Hermione and started to kiss her feverishly on her face and then he moved down her neck to her breasts to her belly gently kissing and all the while making a strange noise.

Geoffrey took one of Hermione’s hand and kissed it and put it to his cheek whispering, “Oh my lady oh sweet girl how I would have loved you…” He sat up with tears in his eyes.

“I can’t do this. Not to you. Oh… how I wished the babe you carry inside you were mine. IF I were lucky enough twice in my life... you would be mine,” Geoffrey said with regret.

“What is it Geoffrey?” Hermione asked getting a little worried.

“I haven’t been back here for over a year. Everywhere I look I see my sweet Elizabeth. This was our home. This is where we were going to raise our children.”

“Oh.” was all Hermione could say.

“I shouldn’t have brought you here … I shouldn’t have taken you from your home, and ruined your wedding,“ he looked at her and with guilty smile “… and your wedding night.”

“I can forgive if you just allow me to leave,” Hermione commented.

“Hermione? Do you think that Harry will kill me to get you back?”

Hermione body and face got very hot, guilty and fear must have shown on her face.

“I…I …don’t know? He would fight you if he had to, but he’s a gentle and noble man.”

“Come Hermione we both know better than that… He dispatched Draco,” Geoffrey said softly to her smiling a little.

“What?” Hermione breathed out with shock.

“Don’t be alarmed my dear. I heard from a very good source that he did the village a favor, and that is all I’m going to say about that. But do you think he would kill me?”

“No my Lord he wouldn’t unless you forced his hand,” Hermione said.

“Pity!” he said sadly.

“Geoffrey, you weren’t thinking Harry would kill you? Did you?”

“If someone kidnapped my bride… I would draw my blade just on reflex,” Geoffrey snapped.

“You loved your wife very much.”

“As much as you and Harry love each other I dear say.”

“Then why did you kidnap me?”

“You hurt my pride, my potency and you do remind me of my wife in some ways. I just wanted to hold her in my arms again. I wasn’t able to tell her how much I loved her before she died.”

“You’ve been avoiding her death. You haven’t mourned her. You’ve been running away from it and running around seducing anyone and everyone.”

“I mourn night and day, I’ve always been a bit of a flirt. My Elizabeth, she didn’t fall for me …well I didn’t think she did. She ignored me and my advances toward her.” He looked down, “She put me in my place. She told me she could never see me as her lover. She only acquainted herself with true gentlemen. ‘You may have noble blood in you but you also have common blood, which you are displaying now.’”

“What did you do?”

“I apologized for my behavior and left her alone for few months or so. I went to court and grow up a bit, making laws. Helped the people on my land and improved conditions for the poor and needy. And I really enjoyed it and almost forgot why I was doing all this when I saw her at a party a few months later. God I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. And she smiled at me. We danced and drank. She dropped her kerchief by accident when she went to wipe her neck and brow. I wasn’t fast enough and another gentleman picked it up returning it to her and starting a conversation with her. I stepped away but not too far. As soon as I could I had her back on the dance floor and in my arms.”

“What happen then?”

“She asked why I wasn’t gallivanting about and flirting with the other young ladies. I told her ‘I only see one lady and she’s in my arms’. She blushed and said ‘You should open your eyes and look around,’” Geoffrey whispered.

“And?”

“I stared into her eyes and said ‘Why should I bother, I look at you and you are all I want to see,’” Geoffrey sighed.

He looked at Hermione and said, “That was the first time I spoke with my heart, we were married a month later.”

His expression changed slightly as he chuckled, “She surprised me on our wedding night. I knew she had a very few lovers. Older lovers, more experienced ones. And she spent sometime with her Aunt who was a courtesan who told her stories and told her things. Things she was very eager to try with me. She was a lady in all respect in public but a love goddess in the bedroom. She was the best lover I’ve ever had. She wore me out,” he said blushing.

He got off the bed and poured himself another drink. The man looked older now as he gulped his drink. Hermione could see he was just delaying the pain but it looked like it was going to win tonight. Hermione got off the bed and put the nightgown and robe on.

She went to the wardrobe and got him a robe too. Hermione turned to Geoffrey and help him put on the robe.

“Where is your wife’s room?” she asked.

“Down the hall to the right,” Geoffrey said sadly.

Hermione took his hand and tugged him down the hallway to her room.
The room was dark, cold, and still.

Geoffrey groaned with a shutter and said, “It’s like a morgue in here.”

Hermione took a candle from the hall and lit the fireplace and several candles and lamps, illuminating the room.

It was decorated in soft pink and gold. Hermione looked on the dressing table and found a box of ribbons, combs brushes and hairpins. A face powder box, rouge and assorted perfume bottles and oils.

Geoffrey walked around the room with such pained look in his face,
“Oh God if I could just tell her once how much I loved her…” in his hand another drink.

Hermione opened up Elizabeth’s wardrobe and looked at all the hats. There in one of her summer bonnets were several strands of hair.

She placed them in her pocket and turned to Geoffrey,
“Geoffrey what is this Estate called?”

“Strode Lane Estates.”
She sat down at the writing table and wrote Harry where she was that she was fine, no harm had come to her and asked him to bring Susanna with him and for her to bring Polyjuice potion.

Geoffrey sat on the bed looking like his soul wanted separate from his body or was it his heart that wanted to leave. His eyes dull with sorrow. He laid his head on the pillow
whispering, “Why didn’t my body die that day. My heart and soul did.” He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Hermione waited two hours for Harry who appeared at the window on his broomstick with Susanna.

Harry flew into the room, leaped off the broom, and embraced Hermione so tightly she could barely breath.

“Where is he?” Harry said fiercely.

“Geoffrey? Hermione asked.

“Yes where is he,” he asked taking out his wand and looking around the room. Harry spotted him on the bed. He marched over and pointed his wand at him. Hermione came up behind him and grabbed his wand out of his hand.

“What the hell are you doing?” Harry shouted at her.

“What the hell am I doing? What are you doing? The man’s passed out. He’s in a lot of pain. He lost his wife over a year ago and hasn’t gotten over it her.”

“Is that why you had Susanna come? To help him …?” Harry shook his head confused.

“Susanna can take some polyjuice potion and turn into his wife. He can talk to her and tell her all the things he wanted to but never got the chance to before she died.”

“Do you think that will help?” Harry queried looking at the man asleep on the bed.

“I hope so,” Hermione took the empty goblet from his hand, “or he’ll drink himself to death.

Hermione turned to Harry and said, “Would you have killed him just now?”

“No just curse and hex him and then grab you.”

“He said he’d kill if his bride was kidnapped. Harry! He knows about you killing Draco.”

“What?” Harry looked horrified.

“He knows but I don’t think he’ll tell anyone. I think he admired you for it,” she looked over at the bed sadly, and she continued, “He was hoping you would kill him.”

She looked at Harry
“He wanted to die with his wife. I hope this will cure him of that. He is good man he has a good heart he’s just …”

Harry looked at her and with teeth clenched he asked,
“You’re not falling for him…”

“Oh god Harry no!” and she put her arm around his neck and kissed him.

There was a tapping at the window and Susanna was slowly coming through the window,
“I don’t want to interrupt but it is getting rather cold out there,” jumping off the broom.

“Now, what did you need me for?” Susanna asked.

“For Geoffrey, his slightly passed out over there on the bed. Where’s the polyjuice potion?”

Susanna pulled it out of her cloak and handed it over to Hermione.

“Susanna would you have anything against posing as Geoffrey’s wife. He needs to tell her things he never got to before she died. Other wise he’s not moving on with his life and he’ll drink himself to death.”

Susanna looked over at him and said,
“We’ll have to sober him up first. But no I haven’t a problem posing as his wife… poor man ... Elisabeth was head over heels for him, but she knew she could never get him until he straighten out his manners.”

“Did you know her?” Hermione asked.

“Yes we met a few times at … private parties…Sir John brought me to ... Elisabeth’s aunt had.” Susanna explained, “now if you excuse me I’m going down to the kitchen to see if I can brew up a sobbing potion for him.”

Susanna walked out to the room quickly.

Harry turned to Hermione embracing her. His lips found hers in the cool room.

He broke the kiss and he whispered,
“I was going out of my mind. I was sure he wouldn’t hurt you, but I still worried. I just didn’t think you would be writing to me,” he laughed softly.

Hermione could feel Harry’s body heat. She took him by the hand and started leading him back to the other bedroom.
She didn’t have to say a word. He picked her up as they reached the opened door and marched straight to the bed lying her down gently.

Harry pulled off his robes, vest, pants and shirt in a matter of moments. Hermione took off her robe and slid between the sheets. He did a silencing spell on the room so they couldn’t be heard and they couldn’t hear anything.

“Hermione,” Harry breathed out panting as she undid the nightgown.
Harry got into bed and pulled the covers up. He put his arms around Hermione and kissed her passionately.

Harry’s hands caressed skin and lips kissed her lips making her head spin. It didn’t take long for Harry to enter her body and moan his pleasure with hers.
“God I missed you.”

Harry looked into her eyes and softly whispered desperately with all of his heart,
“I love you.”

Hermione eyes welled with tears as her heart swelled with over whelming emotions,
“I love you too.”

He kissed her mouth gently and softly. He kissed the tears that were running into her hair. Rubbed his cheek against hers as he slid deeper inside of her. Hermione let out a moan as her body tension built. They whispered each others names as they climaxed. With a few hard thrusts Harry went deeper into Hermione core and brought her release with him. Sparks danced and floated in Hermione closed eyes as her body slowly floated back to the world. Hermione was sure that they both were using up all the air in the room they were panting so fiercely.

“That was amazing,” Harry puffed out. Hermione nodded cuddling up to him. They fell asleep for a while.


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