Triumvirate

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the songs included in this fanfic nor do I make money off them. These stories are for entertainment only.

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Remember

I will still be here

As long as you hold me

In your memory



Remember

When your dreams have ended

Time can be transcended

Just remember me



I am the one star that keeps burning

So brightly

It is the last light

To fade into the rising sun



And with you whenever you tell

My story

For I am all I've done



Remember

I will still be here

As long as you hold me

In your memory

Remember me



I am that one voice in the cold wind

That whispers

And if you listen

You'll hear me call across the sky



As long as I still can reach out

And touch you

Then I will never die



Remember

I'll never leave you

If you will only

Remember me



Remember

I will still be here

As long as you hold me

In your memory



Remember

When your dreams have ended

Time can be transcended

I live forever

Remember me

Remember me

Remember me



Remember Me - Josh Groban



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Harry was waiting at the flat when Hermione arrived. He heard her key in the little muggle lock and then the door swung open and they were face to face. She fell back against the wall in her fright, wand at the ready.



She relaxed somewhat when she realized who was in her flat.



“Lord Potter” she said quietly, not looking into his eyes.



She moved past him to her bedroom and pulled a large trunk from beneath the bed. “You will excuse me if I pack while you give me my assignment? Thank you.”



She felt her throat constrict as his nearness. Where had it all gone so terribly wrong.



“Mione” Harry said moving towards her.



She held her hands out, “Please. Harry” she whispered, “Say what needs to be said, or don’t. Just please…”



He heard the aching tone in her voice, the heartbreak and he hated himself for letting it go so far.



“I came to tell you that I am sorry” he finally said, “For everything.”



She slowly straightened and met his eyes, “So… that’s it… then” she whispered.



It was done. Over. He regretted it. He’d said as much.



She blinked rapidly and swallowed almost convulsively.



He shook his head, “That’s not what I meant Mione” he tried to tell her.



She wrapped one arm around her middle as through her very body hurt and shook her head, “Just leave Harry.”



He strode forward, catching her shoulders in his hands, “Damn it Mione!” he snarled, “Look at me!”



She lifted her copper eyes and he gasped from the sadness there, jerking her against him tightly.



He inhaled her hair, but she was like a doll in his arms. “Merlin I miss you Mione! I’ve been so wrapped up in everything that I haven’t given you the time you need. I felt guilty for Voldemort nearly having you. We failed you , I failed you!”



She blinked.



Harry held her at arm’s length, “I’m sorry Mione. Gods… I love you! Come back to me, to us.”



Something in her mind clicked and she shoved him off of her. “What?”



He looked deeply in her eyes, “I love you. We love you. We want this, want us, want you. Come home.”



She sucked in a harsh breath, “You didn’t come” she said.



“We thought you needed time after what very nearly happened.”



“You didn’t tell me about Pansy”



“No. And we were wrong for it.”



“She was a toy?”



Harry wished he could lie, “Something like that, yes. We didn’t lead her on Mione, she knew there would never be anything between us.”



“And I am like her.”

“Gods! No! You are nothing like her!”



“Draco took her back. You have Lavender. It’s all over the papers Harry, all over the town. I am just the dirty used girl. I don’t care to be treated that way or seen that way. Now if you will excuse me I would like to be packed and out of here before nightfall.”



She went back to her packing and Harry watched her for several minutes, “I know” he said at last, “I know what they have been saying… Mione it simply isn’t true.”



She lifted her head and threw her box on the floor, “No Harry. Nothing is simple anymore. I thought this could work you know? The three of us, that we loved each other to make it through. We haven’t even lasted to Valentine’s Day.”



“We. The Triumvirate we can work!” he insisted.



She nodded, “I will help you Harry” she assured him, “ If you still wish me to be part of the governing Triumvirate. Owl me at my new residence.”



“Wait. New residence?”



“Yes. Snape’s Manor now belongs to me. Just send the owl to Wit’s End.”



“Wit’s End” he whispered, “You went to his house before? That’s why we couldn’t find you.”



She blinked, “I know just running off from the two of you wasn’t right and you deserved at least a chance to explain. I thought after that dazzling rescue that you would come and find me. But you didn’t Harry. Owls and unrelated visits, made it pretty clear that what we had was over. I don’t want to fight about this. I just want to go. Severus is waiting for me..”





Harry pounced on her, shoving her against the wall, pinning her with his body. “Mione. He isn’t waiting. He is dead. You can’t hold onto him like you are, the past is the past.”



His lips crashed onto hers, warm and soft, and intoxicating. And for one glorious second she nearly lost herself.



She shoved him hard, “He loves me!” she screamed at him, tears racing down her cheeks “More than anyone ever understood.”



“I love you!” he thundered back, “I just want the chance to show you that.”



She crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her fingers to her lips “I’m not sure I believe that” she said sadly.



Harry took her hand, smoothed his finger over her knuckles. “Pleas Mione hear me out, hear Draco out. We are doing everything we can to make this right. Please!”



She backed away from him, pulling her hand loose. “I’m afraid I’ve had enough of words Harry.”



She was gone a moment later, with a small pop.





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“I was there you damn bat. Just like you said I should be.” Harry snarled at Snape.



The other man stared back from his frame, “Tired of words? Then Potter I suggest you take action. Prove it to her. Prove it to the whole vermin infested world! She’s worth it isn’t she?”



“I don’t know what else to do!” Harry shouted, “Remove her from your home…”



Snape looked menacingly, “I will not. What is it about you Potter? That you cannot untangle your own messes? Is it that you do not comprehend what love truly is?”



Harry glared at him, “I guess not, since you do, why don’t you enlighten me? I mean come on Snape you remained in love with the same woman for decades after she chose someone else and died!”



Snape sucked in his breath with a hiss. “Shut up!”



Harry shook his head, “No Snape” he said quietly, “Help me understand what I am missing.”



Severus let out a tired sigh and sank into Narcissa’s chair. She stood to the side of the frame watching in interest.



“I loved Lily from almost the first time I met her” Severus said, “I love her still.”



Harry waited patiently and then Snape spoke again, his voice softer, gentled somehow in the memory of his once love.



“She was beautiful to me, though certainly not the prettiest at Hogwarts. Some found her plain but I never did. She had this light, this fire burning in those intelligent eyes of hers. Your eyes. But what I loved the most was how kind she was. Remus Lupin became a werewolf in school you know?



Yes, unfortunate accident and he was shunned by those around him. No one thought he was safe. Like he wasn’t even human anymore.



But Lily, ahh, Lily Evans sought him out became his friend. When no one else would be. Just like with me. She was a Gryffindor, I was Slytherin yet she walked with me openly. She didn’t care a whit about what others said or thought. She was a truly good person Potter.”



Harry swallowed hard, “Lupin said that too”



“And he would know. It was that kindness that I fell in love with, it was the kiss, the taste, the scent of her that held me bound. The… love of her.”



“My mother didn’t love you” Harry snapped.



Narcissa stepped forward, “But she did Harry. Quite openly until Snape made some very bad decisions. They felt apart and she met your father.”



Harry shook his head, “Can’t be.”



Severus grew angry, “How does it feel Potter to know that I was the first for her. You might have been my son. Irks you doesn’t it?”



Harry forced the image again, “And Mione?”



“Very much like your mother. Brave, smart, kind. Your problem is that everyone is more important to you than yourself. Hermione was more important to me than everyone else. Do you see now?”



Harry sighed, “But she is!”



“Then. Show. Her”



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Hermione received an owl that very night. Asking her to meet with Draco. In his letter he explained that Harry was telling the truth and that he only wanted to speak with her.



She was in the middle of writing her refusal when Severus persuaded her to accept. “I don’t believe they every meant to hurt you” he told her, “And as much as it irritates me to say, I do believe they love you.”



She penned a short, curt note and sent it winging to Malfoy Manor.



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Draco arrived promptly at seven. A bottle of red wine and a stack of folders under one arm. His nails were black and just slightly longer than she recalled.



Hermione lifted her brow, “Come to work?”



Draco smiled gently, “Thought you might want the latest reports. The battle is far too close for comfort Mione” he told her.



She nodded, grabbed two glasses from the bar and sank into the lushness of Snape’s couch.



Draco looked around, “This… is a very nice home”.



Mione accepted her glass of wine and nodded, “Yes it is.” She stared at his mouth, “Are those…fangs?”



Draco handed her the files and let her read at her leisure. He knew that sometimes patience was the better plan of attack. “They are a remnant of my last transformation. Like these.” He wiggled his fingers at her.



She felt her stomach drop, they were truly running out of time and she’d found nothing to help him.



She read carefully, asking questions or adding thoughts here and there.



Roughly an hour later, she looked up at him. “Thank you for bringing these.”



He nodded, “Harry needs you on top of your game Mione” he told her, “Things are getting nastier by the day on the front as you can see. And nastier inside as well.”



She sniffed delicately, “Of that I am very much aware.”



He nodded again, “I suppose you are. But are you aware that Harry’s powers are growing again? More unstable with every angry outburst. It’s why he chose us, in accordance with the prophecy to siphon some of that power and keep him grounded. Sane.”



“Ah” she said going for the throat, “You mean the one that could apply to him OR Voldemort?”



Draco shook his head, “That deals with the heir alone.”



Question after question she shot at him. Some simple, some cutting.



He answered each one with brutal honesty.

Finally she asked, “Why are you really here?”



“Because I love you, if the word of an ex death eater and former assassin holds any weight” he replied, looking around the house, “Given the surroundings I think it should.”



“You hurt me” she snapped.



He made no excuses. “I know. You have my deepest apologies for that.”



“Nothing else?”



He ran his hand through his golden hair, “What else do you want me to say Mione? We fucked up plain and simple. You want excuses? I can’t give you any. All I can do is promise that I can do better.



I will do better if you let me. We both will. But I after everything I don’t really expect you to believe me, or take us back. I’d like to show you, maybe rebuild and try again. But he does need you Mione.”



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For weeks he came, always on time, always with reports. He explained that Harry was terribly busy with the interrogations of Rita Skeeter. Apparently the woman had done much more harm then they had been prepared for.



Hermione had always had her pegged as a menace. She was more cordial now in her communications with Draco and Harry. They didn’t press her and she found that if she listened to them and calmly sorted through things that pieces fit and fell into place. Just as Severus had said.

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Draco received her owl stating she was still moving things from her flat to Wit’s End and could use a hand if he had the time. She wanted to spend time with him. Draco wasn’t fooled.



One of the other changes that remained with him now was his acute sense of smell. She had been wet the last few times he had seen her. Wet with wanting. Wet with need. Her barriers were slowly coming down.

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Draco knocked on the door at three o’clock, ready to move whatever needed it. Boxes, the earth, the stars.



Hermione opened and let him inside. Most of her items were nearly packed in boxes. Draco couldn’t help but chuckle as the itemized lists on each one. “Gods you are so anal” he teased.



She blushed scarlet before catching herself, “I just like to be organized.”



“Where too?” he asked softly.



She pointed down the short hall, “My room please”



He chuckled as he walked down the small space. Her bed was still in tact as were two large overstuffed chairs.



She followed behind him, “Harry says that Luna has developed a potion that might cure you” she said.



He nodded, “If we get my father’s blood from Voldemort and if the potion doesn’t kill me”



She frowned, “You sound very blasé about it all”



He looked over his shoulder, shrugged out of his jacket. “I don’t have many other options do I?”



She stared at the floor, “I guess not.”



“What else do you and Harry talk about?”



He knew perfectly well that Harry had sent a very explicit letter to her, they had written it together. It was intended to make her want and apparently it did.



She went pink, “Nothing very important”



He stepped closer, watching her for signs of distress. There were none. “Little liar” he purred in her ear, “I happen to know about a delicious little memo from his dark lordliness sent only a few nights ago”.



His body was pressing close to hers now. His arms looped around her and he let himself fall back into her chair, taking her with him.



She ended up sprawled across his lap, looking mad as a wet hen.



He chuckled darkly at her intake of breath before she shoved away from him, sitting upright. "Well if you knew then why did you ask?".

He gave a casual shrug, " I wondered if you would tell me." he answered.



She sat silent for long minutes and he pulled her to rest against him again.



"Are you afraid Hermione?" he asked. She nodded her head, nestling it under his chin. It was an unconscious act of submission.



"More nervous I guess," she admitted in a shy whisper meant only for his ears. "I want to believe that you and Harry wouldn't hurt me... it's just alot is happening at once.".



He buried his nose in her hair, closing his eyes while her small fingers plucked at his hair. Finally he spoke, "I know. But we do love you. More than life. We do want you back with us. But we will not push. There will be things we want that you might not be ready for, you have only to say so. We wish only for your pleasure and happiness, as you should wish for ours. That is how love works yes?"



She nodded. Gathering her courage she lifted herself to meet his eyes. "Draco....I - I won't know what to do or what to feel anymore." she blurted out.



He blinked silver eyes at her several times. "Of course you will need time to be fully comfortable again. Take as long as you need" he told her, "The rest you leave to us.".



Hermione nodded, she thanked him for answering her questions and had just crawled off his lap when he tugged her back. She straddled his hips facing him. The wrap around skirt she was wearing parting more and she tried to pull it closed.



He merely caught her hands in his own, twining his fingers through hers and pulled her closer to kiss her parted lips. Hermione gasped as he dragged her close to his body, her core against his.



"Draco, I'm not dressed for this." she protested against his lips, but in her mind she really didn't care much.



He lifted his lips slightly and whispered, "I noticed.". She felt his hand at the base of her skull, threading in her hair as he licked and nipped at her lips, teasing her with the tip of his tongue, letting her have none of it. She whimpered, feeling his callused palm glide across her thigh, to her bare hip, his fingers under the wool of the skirt that suddenly seemed far too scratchy on her over sensitive flesh.



He angled his head and pressed his tongue into the warmth of her mouth, letting her feel the ferocity of his hunger for her. He grazed his fangs over her lips and tongue and she melted into his embrace. Her blood rushed through her pooling low in her stomach, pounding furiously behind her eyes. She moaned as hot flutters shot through her body, it felt like she was being dropped from a great height and he was there to catch her.



Her scent spiked and he growled in reply. She moaned when he tore his mouth from hers to press open mouth kisses along her throat. His fangs slid over the throbbing pulse point near her shoulder. He nuzzled her there, "This is where I once bit you. My mother told me later that it was an effect of the curse. Wanting to keep you always."



He breathed against her skin and she shivered against him. Her hands tangled in his hair and she held him to her, her body moving in small instinctive rocking motions. Her movements against him made him painfully aware of her heat and of his own hardness.



He knew he couldn't claim her but he could show her a glimpse of what they would give to her. Taking her mouth with his again, he slowly trailed his nails up her inner thigh to cup her. She stiffened at the contact but he hushed her with kisses and honeyed words. "You must relax Hermione, let yourself go, feel me." he urged in a heated whisper.



She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this. But she did want it.



When he cupped her again she did not protest, though she remained rigid. He smirked in his kiss, that would soon change. Her body was responsive to his attentions, her folds slick with desire and he hadn't touched her yet.



He slid a knuckle along the crease and she shivered again. When he ran the pad of his thumb over her core and against the hidden point of her desire, she cried out. He swallowed the cry, feeling her resistance shatter with his motions.



She writhed against him as he caressed her with skillful fingers, he released her lips to watch her as he pleasured her. Her head was thrown back, the column of her throat exposed. Her breath was ragged as he teased her to heightened sensation. Slowly he slid one long finger into her, when he felt the muscles clench he withdrew. Only to return again.



She moaned at the tender intrusion, her body seemed to be going up in flames. She grasped his shoulders as he slowly pumped his finger into her. "Dr-Draco!" she panted and he licked her throat.



"Easy." he soothed as he added another digit, plunging into the soaking silkiness of her long neglected body. She rocked against his hand as he moved against her, gliding his thumb against her again.



Her cries gained momentum as he curled his finger toward a hidden bundle of nerves in her body. She jumped and whimpered when he rubbed against it. He locked onto her swollen lips again, thrusting his tongue past her teeth, to savor every crevice of her mouth. She bucked against him, her hands tangling again in his long hair, holding him prisoner to her.



He felt her inner muscles tighten around his fingers, and felt the violent trembling of her body. Her release was close, so very close. She felt the strange heavy coil in her stomach tighten unbearably, and ran headlong for it.



The sensations were powerful, deep, frightening in their intensity and she thought she would die of them. Suddenly Draco fisted a hand in her hair, demanding her attention and she locked eyes with him, panting feverishly.



"Now Hermione, " he whispered to her, "Now I will give you completion and you will look at me when I do." With that he gave a final flick and her world shattered into silver oblivion.



Her body arched, his name left her lips in a ragged cry and her eyes remained on his beautiful face when the heat in her belly exploded, surging through her and her world went black.



She collapsed against him, as he slowly withdrew his fingers, the flesh slick with her juices, proof that she had found her peak at his touch. Male pride coursed through him and he nuzzled her as she slowly returned to the world of the coherent.



Her heart beat so fast, that for a moment he was concerned. Then she slowly lifted her head, her eyes held the sleepy look of a well sexed female and he smiled softly as he pressed an almost chaste kiss against her lips.



“I missed you“ she murmured.



“Missed you too”. Then he stood and carried her to her room. Once she was settled on the large bed, he kissed her brow and bid her good night. She lay there recovering as Draco closed and warded the door of her flat.



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“I don’t think I can be without them” she told Severus much later that night. After she had bathed the scent of her release from her body and shrank her boxes to return to Wit’s End.



He nodded, “I thought not. No. Don’t look so upset Mia. The living… need the living.”



“And you?” she asked.



“I am dead” he reminded her, “But I am still here whenever you need me.”



She called on Harry the next day. Due to the meddling of Ms. Skeeter, his office had been moved to Hogwart’s. To the dungeons of all places.



He met with guarded eyes and said nothing at all to her. He embraced her and then motioned her to follow as he led the way to familiar territory. She didn’t need to speak to him, didn’t care what the others thought as they walked into the shadows together. She came to feel him.

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She held her peace and followed him through the dimly lit halls to the wide double doors that hid his private sanctuary from the world outside.



“I’m glad you came Mione” he said, “I was hoping it would be soon. I know you haven’t completely forgiven us, but today your visit is a godsend.”



“Why?” she asked.



He sighed, “See all the broken glass upstairs?”



“Yes”



“Me” he said miserably, “Power is building again. Draco isn’t here to siphon.”



Hermione stiffened, “You need release” she breathed.



He nodded, “I won’t ask it of you, I thought maybe if we sit and talk for a while it will get better.”



“No Harry You know it won’t. It’s fine. I actually came to ask you a favor today.”



“Favor? What is it?”



She blushed and cleared her throat, “You love me right?”



“Right”



“I love you even if you piss me off”



“Right”



“Make love to me?”



He looked gob smacked, “Who are you and what have you done with Hermione?”



She laughed softly and shook her head, “Draco came to see me and worked me into a fine state but he didn’t’ follow through. It’s a shame to leave your lover that way don’t you agree?”



“Absolutely.”



Hermione let him lead her through the study Snape once used and into the private quarters just beyond.



She went over to the wide bed and sat down, looking up at him as he shrugged out of his robes. When she moved to slide her own robes down her arms, he stopped her.



"No." he said in the stillness, "Let me."



He knelt beside her on the soft bed. She watched wide eyed at his soft gaze. His hand moved to stroke her cheek and his lips pressed softly against her temple as his palm slid lower to hover over her throat.



He stoked the furious beat of her pulse there as he sealed his lips to hers. It was perhaps the softest, gentlest kiss they had ever shared. Hermione nearly swooned from it.



His hands continued their voyage across her shoulders, slipping beneath the velvet robes and sliding them from her. Hermione sat, velvet robe pooled at her elbows.



Harry fought hard for control, tonight was…somehow different. Holding Hermione again had made him feel safe and secure and completely loved. These were not things that a dark lord should have required or should have noticed or liked, but he did.



He wanted to share that feeling, convey to her how sweetly she made him feel. This was the way he would do it. He would take her slowly and gently, with as much as care as he could muster. If all went as he wanted and hoped, he'd gain her complete forgiveness.



Hermione sucked in her breath when she felt his velvet lips press against her jaw and then slide down the column of her throat. His breathing told her he was taking in her scent, drinking her in like water to a parched man.



His lips parted and his tongue traced the pulse there, tapping in time with it, his lips closing over the pale flesh, teeth lightly scraping.



Hermione lifted her hands to hold him, but he laced his fingers in hers, pinning them to the bed on either side of her. She felt him nip his way along her collarbone, each tiny tug pulsing in her most secret places. Her breathing was ragged now, his touch sending sizzling sensation through her small frame.



He moved beside her, releasing her hands to wrap his arms around her. With a deep drugging kiss, he bent her back over his arm, her breasts jutting towards him.



In the dimness she saw his emerald eyes like flame kissed phantoms, the slight gleam of his teeth as he smiled. He knew his effect on her and though she'd like to turn the tables, his motions told her he'd not allow it.



She tried again to embrace him, her desire to hold and to caress growing too strong for her. He growled softly, a gentle warning to be still.



She moaned when his heated lips teased the valley between her breasts. He nuzzled against her, then pressed his cheek against her listening with purely male satisfaction to the rapid beat he found there.



One hand skimmed up from her waist and she mewled softly as he cupped one breast. Nails dancing lightly over the taut bud there.



"Hermione." He breathed against her soft flesh as he pressed open mouth kisses across one mound, artful tongue nearing but never touching her sensitive nipple.



When his fingers finally plucked at the other, she cried out softly. Her arousal was heavy in the air and Harry’s most primal instincts rose to the surface. Have, take, possess….. The darkness inside his head sang happily.



The dark lord stamped it into submission. Oh he would do these things, but in his own way and his own time.



Hermione was on fire, she wanted, no needed, more from him. He seemed to know it and refused to give it to her.



"Please Harry!" she whispered. His tongue snapped out and he gave the aching bud a long lazy lick. The pebbled hardened further and he flicked his tongue back and forth across the crest.



He didn't protest when her slim hands twined in his unruly black hair now.



Hermione held his head against her, crying out softly when he began to suckle, moving between breasts.



Heat pooled between her thighs, she could feel her own dampness. Knew that he, this amazing lover of hers could smell it. She felt the tug of his fingers on her robes and then the material slowly began to lift against her legs.

Harry released her breasts to study her face intently as his hand slid under the hem and higher.



Hermione held his gaze as his fingertips teased along the side of her thigh.



Leaning closer, he held his lips over hers, "Open to me."



Hermione obediently moved her legs apart and he slid higher. She felt his hand teasing her nether lips, softly stroking.



He felt the dampness there and smiled against her lips. "So hot so soon, it will be long night for you my lady."



At his words Hermione shivered. Harry ran his fingertips higher to the apex of her flower, his fingers gathering moisture as he went. His skilled fingers found her nubbin with ease and he teased it softly.



Hermione whimpered as he rubbed her in slow circles, his finger driving her mad. As good as it felt, she wanted to be filled.



"I-I.." She whimpered, fighting to keep coherent thoughts.



Harry ran his tongue along her lower lip, then nipped it. "What?" he asked softly, "What is it that you want? Tell me."



Hermione panted, "I want to feel you….. Inside. Please!" she pleaded.



He gave her a deep kiss and then pulled back, "Not yet. No, not yet Mione." He told her.



She raised questioning, almost hurt eyes to him. She looked slightly disgruntled and the dark haired hero laughed lightly before applying more pressure.



Hermione bucked in his arms and cried out as he rubbed at her. Her release was so close, she wanted it, wanted him.



Harry drew away from her to shred her robe away from her. He wanted to see everything. He laid her on the bed, her honey brown hair an angry splash against the sheets.



He spread her legs and knelt between them, his teasing hand resumed it's work and she writhed against him. He watched almost fascinated as his large tanned finger traced around her, the vibrant fleshy node that grew hard at his touch.



He let his thumb slide down, parting her, revealing all of her to his keen eyes. She was wet and hot, and the fact that he had reduced her to a mewling mass of writhing limbs made him feel quite supreme. He pressed a kiss to the cropped curls at the junction of her thighs.



"Did you know Mione, that there is a place in a woman's body that can make her scream in mere moments?" His breath was teasing her moist and aching flesh.



He pressed a kiss to the creamy expanse of her inner thigh. "Shall I show this place to you? Yes, I think so." Hermione wasn't quite sure what to expect but whimpered when she felt his finger slip up inside of her. He seemed to be searching for something.



A sudden burst of light erupted behind her eyes and an electric shock seemed to race along her body. Harry watched her color increase as he rubbed the hidden ridge within her body.



She was quaking, her little hands clasped around his thicker wrist, her tiny nails leaving red half moons on sun kissed flesh.



It was too much, it was too intense and she cried out again and again. Her voice was growing hoarse with her efforts to breath and speak, neither of which was occurring well.



Harry watched her as she ran headlong for the first orgasm of the night. "Pl-please Harry, I can't… I…. Ah…..oh!"



He rubbed her mercilessly, "Something the matter love?" he asked almost casually.



Hermione felt the coil tighten painfully and screamed to him, he was relentless. He felt the muscles clamp against his hand and pushed against her one last time.



Her scream reverberating off the stone walls, his ears practically ringing from it. He withdrew his hand swiftly, watching with wicked glee at the liquid that escaped her body.



Hermione was mortified. Had she just pee'd? What had he done to her? She turned wet eyes to him, her cheeks flaming. "I'm sorry…" she stammered, "I'll clean it up. Gods I am soo sorry!."



Harry looked at her in mild confusion. Clean? Suddenly it occurred to him. "Mione, do you know what just happened?"



She tried to get up but he pinned her down, she wouldn't look at him.

"I…. I wet the bed." She whispered shamefully, closing her eyes tightly. The bark of laughter that met her ears made her eyes open wide. Harry was cracking up and she wanted to hit him.



She hadn't meant to do it, it wasn't funny. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, "Why you..".



He silenced her with a long, soft kiss. "You didn’t wet the bed, I hardly think I would want to be lying here so comfortably if you had." He assured her, "Your body just released, that's all."



Hermione didn't look like she believed him.



"Trust me."



She did feel a bit better knowing that he hadn’t reduced her to an infant in his bed. Her breathing was still choppy and he licked at her chin. She saw the wicked smirk as he kissed a path downwards to her belly.



Hermione jumped when his tongue touched her, swirling around the bud there. Of all the magical things in this world, she thought his mouth just might be the best. Or Draco’s. Damn unfair world.



Her thoughts were torn from her as he brought her quickly to a second and even a third orgasm. She was limp and weak, her energies spent and he noticed her sweet lassitude when he crawled up her body.



She returned his kiss as he settled himself between her thighs. Her legs too weak to wrap around him, her arms nearly too weak to hold him. He pressed a kiss under her jaw, as he slowly pressed himself into her channel.



Hermione felt her energy surge with her desire, she cried out softly arching against him. He swallowed her cry, swirled his tongue against hers. He let his eyes slide closed as he penetrated her.



Her body was tight around him , clenching and stretching, sliding against his velvet shaft like molten silk. If a wizard could reach heaven, then he was there.



He felt his tip nudge against her core and backed off slightly. He began his thrusts in slow, measured stokes. Her body pulled at him, tried to suck him back into it's depths when he withdrew and she lifted her hips to meet him when he lunged forward again.



"Harry!" she cried out as he angled his hips, each thrust abrading her bud. He rose her slowly to the peak of her passion and Hermione wondered if anyone had ever felt so cherished.



It was as though she was made of glass…. And then with a final thrust and a soft bite to her throat, he shattered her. Her soft cry filling the air, only to be covered by his loud growl of contentment.



He felt her clamp on him, and felt all his passion surge along his spine into the hard length of flesh that she was currently impaled on. His seed erupted from him, and he jerked with the force of it.



Hermione lay trembling beneath him, spent and sated and he let himself thrust a few more times giving her the last of his juices. He collapsed atop her, his weight braced on his arms, his face buried in her neck. "Mione. Never leave me again."



She was barely aware of him rolling off of her, pulling her against him. All she knew was she was held tightly and was warm and safe and so very tired.



Harry curled around her, nuzzling in her hair. His body was tingling with the after effects of his own release, his hand absently stroking her stomach. With a relieved sigh as the power receded within him, he let himself fall into much needed sleep.



From the very walls of the dungeon came a soft whisper, "Remember me"