Lord of the Land

A few nights later Hermione woke up screaming from a nightmare.
By morning she knew it wasn’t a nightmare…. a potion was wearing off. The potion they put in her goblet of champagne. A blocking out or forgetting potion didn’t work with the bubbly.

When Hermione realized what happened she quickly washed herself and announced to her Aunt that she was not going to marry Draco Malfoy.

Hermione did her chores and from time to time she would look up to see if Harry was around. She thought she felt him or maybe she was just hoping. All the while she felt dirty. She could still feel Draco’s hands on her body.
When she couldn’t stand it any more and she ran to the stream where the weeds and grass grew very tall and no one could she what she was doing.

Hermione took off all her cloths except her chemise.
She picked dandelions lavender and roses and mashed them together to wash her self, to feel clean again.

Hermione sat down in the stream and let the water wash over her and began to cry as she started to wash herself with the flower mixture. Rubbing her neck chest shoulders, and down her torso and between her legs and her backside, which was still sore.

After a few minutes of scrubbing she felt a little better. She began to clean off all plant matter off her when she started to think about Harry.

She thought about the night he kissed her. Unconsciously she put her hand to her cheek, she rubbed her palms together and slowly traced where his lips had gone, on her palms to her wrist up her arm and around her neck. Hermione eyes were closed and she was enjoying the memory when she heard a splash.

Hermione eyes popped open, but saw nothing, just a weird ripple in the water.
She closed her eyes again and in a few moments another splash sounded. And again Hermione saw nothing, but the ripple moved.
Once more Hermione closed her eyes and heard a splash and felt something or someone watching her. The rippled move right next to her leg. She felt something there. So she got up quickly and grabbed her clothes and did a drying spell and got dressed.

She then went in the fields to pick fruit off the trees.

The thought of having to marry Draco and having to endure all the abuse he would unleash on her she started to cry again.

Running away was an alternative, but her family would be embarrassed and they would lose half the farm. What else could she do? She had no money, and not enough schooling. What was she going to do?

Hermione put the fruit in the old green house where they stored things and tried to think as she wept.

She heard something behind her. She turned and saw Harry standing there a few feet away. The next moment she ran to him putting her arms around him, her head against his chest.
The following moments were a blur. His hand cupped her cheek
Harry’s mouth covered Hermione’s as he moaned loudly. Pulling her closer to him one arm around her waist and the other at her neck and hair. Harry’s mouth urged her lips to open and Hermione surrendered to him.

‘My heart ‘ she thought ‘he’s going to take my heart.’

Harry’s kisses were warm making her dizzy. All she could do is hang on to him as he penetrated her mind and soul with the kiss. His tongue smooth and sweet explored hers’, sampling the flavors of her mouth and going deeper and awakening the craving she tried to ignore. Hermione felt an ache in her grow as the throbbing between her legs moving up to her chest and to her heart.
Harry’s lips moved to her neck whispering in her ear,
“ I couldn’t stay away I had to see you. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t care if you’re engaged.”
Kissing her again as though their lives depended on it.
Hermione could feel him getting harder as he pulled her closer to him.
“ I have to tell you something.” He said as he broke the kiss
“I feel I’ve betrayed your trust, I didn’t mean to. I watched you today for hours. You looked up from time to time looking around. What were you looking for?” he asked.

“ You.” Hermione whispered.

“Why.” He asked with a soft smile.

“ Don’t know. Just wanted to see you. I’ve missed you.” She said shyly. She felt the warmth of his body against hers. She looked into his eyes and kissed him.

He looked guilty for a moment.
“I’ve been wicked today.” Harry said, “ Well I could have been very wicked.”

“ I’d doubt that Harry. I don’t think you could do anything really awful.” She remarked.

“ I. I watched you,” he said in a panting breath,
“You were in the stream, bathing. I watched you. All you had on was your slip. I could almost see everything.”
He took a step towards her.

“You couldn’t have seen me Harry the grass and weeds are to high, you would have had to be in the stream in front of me,” Hermione argued.

“ You saw peculiar ripples in the water.. a few feet away from you and then right next to your leg.”
Hermione looked shocked.

“ That was me. There. Kneeling down. I wanted to have you.” He reached up and stroked her hair he said slowly “I could have, so easily.”

Hermione looked away from him. Both of them breathing heavier now, he moved closer to her.

“Were you thinking of me while you were washing yourself?” he asked as he lightly caressed her shoulder.
Hermione looked at him, blushed shamefully, which answered Harry’s question. The reaction from Hermione fed his desire. Backing away from him feeling more shame because she wanted him.
He gently pushed her up against a pile of straw, folding her hands over her head. He leaned his erection against her. He was so hard.

“Tell me Hermione do you think of me, dream of me. Do you want me as much as I want you?” Hermione started to go weak in the knees and light headed.
“Do you want me to hold you, kiss you,” he whispered in her ear “Touch you? Hermione tell me what you want. What you want me to do. Tell me what you want or I’ll do what I want. I’ll take you,” Harry was breathing heavy with want,
“ I’ll have you right now.”

Hermione shook her head with confusion. “ Yes, but…”

Harry seized her lips erasing her bewildered mind.
Her hands found their way around his neck as the craving for him grew.
Harry unbuttoned her jacket and slid it off her shoulders.
His fingers searched for her dress laces and pulled it free pulling off the main panel of her dress.
His lips made there way to her ear down her neck and to her shoulder as he pushed her sleeve down.

She gasped as he lips moved slowly moved down to her top of her collarbone and slowly pulled her blouse down.

There was a voice outside the door brought the both of them to reality.
Hermione pulled Harry behind the hay stake as her uncle walked by the door. Getting her clothes back on they waited for her uncle was walk far enough away to talk again.

“Hermione” Harry started,

“I’m going to Paris in a few days. Come with me.”

“What would I do in Paris?” she asked.

“ You could take classes. You said you wanted to study healing and potions.”

“How long are you going to be there?”

“If you come a few months.” Harry commented.

“Where would I stay?”

“I’ll get you an apartment.” He said.

“How will l pay for all of that? I have no money. I’d have to get a job in a Boutique or a shop, to pay for classes and a place to stay.”

“Well you wouldn’t need to find a job. I’ll pay for it, all of it,” Harry said putting a hand on her shoulder trying to comfort and reassure her.

“ I’d take care of you Hermione. Your job would be to accompany me to places and do things for me.”

“What would I be to you?” she asked curiously, hoping he would say secretary or something.

“My companion” he said cautiously.


“A companion, sounds like a dog. What does that mean, in tale?” she asked curiously.

“You’d be accompanying me to dinner, and the theatre and parties.” He said with a hint of holding something back.

Hermione got an unnerving feeling, this sounded familiar. She looked away from him and afraid of the next question she was about to ask him, saying it slowly.

“ Am I to share my bed with you?” Hermione asked bluntly, praying he would be shocked by this question.

“I would hope you would, hoped you would want to.” Harry thought out loud.

“Am I to be your whore?” now on the verge of tears.

“No! You wouldn’t be a whore.” He put his warm arms around her.

“ We’d be lovers,” He said trying to comfort her,

“At least we’d be together. We can be together there.”

“ One of your concubines?” Hermione breathe out realizing what he wanted her to be to him.

“My mistress. It’s very respectable in Paris. Most married and not married men have one.” He said as a matter of factly.

“Do you have one now?” Hermione asked she had to know.

“Only you can tell me that.” Harry replied running his finger through her hair and pulling her towards him.

“ To be used and cast aside when you’re tired of me or when some other pretty girl catches your fancy? Ending up being a courtesan to someone else in Paris because I couldn’t come back here…to my family to my home. Not after that kind of life. ” Backing away from him, shaking her head and taking a deep breath Hermione continued,
“ I’d be too shamed. They wouldn’t take me back anyways. No. I have a responsibility to my family. They’ll loss half the farm if I don’t go through with the marriage. It’s in the contract and they’ll keep my dowry. The Malfoys will take everything. There’s no winning. I’m damned if I stay and I’m dammed if I go.”

“Did you sign the contract?” Harry asked.

“No, my Uncle did. He somehow thinks he is going to get more land when we are going to lose the land. Unless I conceive and have a child within the nine month time limit.”

“We’ll need to look at that contract I’ll bet the Malfoy have a confusing spell or slipped potion on your uncle.” Harry commented.

He looked at Hermione feeling her cheek,
“Think about it won’t you Hermione. Please.” Harry embraced her. “I’ll be good to you. I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll send you to a fine school, you’ll have nice clothes, jewelry, a nice place to live and anything else you desire or need.”
He looked down at her face and kissed her.
“Think it over please.” He begged her.

Hermione did think it over all that afternoon.
But she kept thinking about her Aunt and Uncle. The farm had been in their family for generations. She couldn’t let the Malfoys get it.

But that night Hermione dreamt the night she was in the Malfoys mansion with Draco trying to rape her, Mr. Malfoy whipping a maid and her uncle having sex with Posy.

Hermione woke up shaking realizing she couldn’t marry Draco, or be part of his horrible family.
Hermione wrote to Harry in the middle of the night questions she had to have answered to decide whether or not she would accept his offer.

She wrote: Dear Harry,

If I were to accept your offer what would you expect of me?
And if I didn’t like being your companion could I leave or how long would you want me to be with you?
Should I have you call me by another name and do I call you Harry or Lord Harry?
I don’t have any experience in lovemaking, am I to take a class or something to learn about it? I know in India and other places they teach such things.
I’m still not sure what to do.
I’m still thinking it over. Can we meet soon?
Hermione

She let the letter go without knowing it was 3:00 in the morning until she heard the clock in the hallway chime three times but she had a reply with the hour.

Dear Hermione,

I will meet you at the market at nine o’clock.
We will write down what we want from each other if that makes it easier for you.

Try to get some sleep and I will see you soon.
H.

Morning couldn’t come fast enough for Hermione.
She woke up at 4:00 and then again 4:30.
Finally she got up at 5:00 ate breakfast and loaded up the cart.
She reached the market at 6 o’clock. Very few people were around and she set up the fruits and vegetables in neat rows.
Hermione felt someone behind her and turned to look.
A hooded Harry was standing behind her.

At the same time they both said “ You’re here early,” and they laughed.

Harry waved his hand at one of his servants and they started to load a cart with all of Hermione’s fruit and vegetables.
Harry gave her money for all the jarred food and then said,

“ Now you’ll be free to talk to me without anybody else distracting us,” Harry took her hand and pulled her in a tavern, and in a private room. There was a piece of parchment on the table and a quill.
They stood next to each other looking at the quill as it posed to write.

“ I want to go first.” Harry announced, “Now I will provide you with an apartment just outside of Paris, clothes that will be made for you, money for school and books. I will give you jewelry, perfume and just some play money to buy any thing you fancy.”
The quill writing all this down on the paper as Harry was saying it.

Harry paused for a while and took a deep breath.
“ What I want from you is your company.” He looked into her face,
“ The right to come into your bed when I want and you to follow me to my bed if I request it” Harry looked back at the quill, and continued,
“ You will accompany me to the theatre, dinner and other events as I ask you to. We will negotiate other things as they come up.”

Harry looked at Hermione who looked a little shaken.
“Hermione is this alright with you?” Harry asked.

Hermione smiled slightly and nodded her head.
“ Do you have any question about any of this?” he continued.

“ Yes I do,” Hermione answered softly,
“ Am I to be your only mistress?”
“Yes” Harry said smiling
“Are you going to…” she paused “ share me with anyone or give me to any body?”
“ No” Shaking his head.
“ How long will you want my company for?” Hermione posed.
“We will negotiate that or keep it open for discussion, best not to have a time limit right now.” Harry commented.

“ Harry,” Hermione whispered as though the quill was going to judge her, “What if I’m not good at being …. Your mistress. What if I can’t please you then what?”
“ Hermione, don’t worry about it” he took her by the hand,
“I’m not asking you to be a expert about it. We’ll find out what each other likes over time. And I’m not going to send you to a school for this either.”

“Well what happens if I don’t like being your… being it? Can I go? Am I free to leave?”
Harry looked at her but didn’t say anything for a few moments.
He closed his eyes and said,
“ If you are really unhappy about being with me and all then I would cancel our agreement.” He opened his eyes and looked at Hermione and put his arms around her shoulders whispering,
“ But I would hope you would talk to me about it first so that we could work it out.”
Hermione sigh and put her head against his chest and her hands reached for his back of his neck. Playing with his long hair Hermione said “ I’m nervous Harry. It never entered my mind I’d be doing anything like this.”

“ I don’t think anyone really thinks about becoming a mistress as they are growing up… well not in England anyway.” He laughed slightly.

Harry embraced her, smelling hair, talking softly,
“ Hermione I’ll try to be good to you. I’ll be patient with you, and gentle.” Kissing her forehead.

Hermione looked at him, and kissed him.
“Thank you Harry and I’ll try my best not to disappoint you,” Hermione said quietly.

Harry lips met hers in a long passionate kiss.
“ The contract is valid when we reach Paris, so we’ll
start our affair when we get to your apartment.
We leave the day after tomorrow. I want to meet you here tomorrow evening and you’ll get measured for cloths. You don’t have to pack anything from home. You’ll get all new clothes new everything.”

Harry kissing her lips and moving to her neck kissing and lighting biting her, pulling her closer murmuring,
“ I can’t wait till tomorrow.”
A moment later as Hermione felt his mouth hit a sensitive spot and a moan escaped her lips.
“ Damn we should leave tonight, we could be there by morning or just before noon.” He groaned regretfully.

“What should I call you?” Hermione asked.
“ Harry when we are alone and I don’t know ..sir?”
Harry looked very uncomfortable
“ My Lord. What should I call you? You’re the one who people are going to be looking for.”
“ Some of my friends used to call me Mione.” Hermione recalled.
“ Mione … I like that,” Harry said.

He kissed her again and mumbled he wished they could leave then.

“We’ll meet back here tomorrow evening. We’ll go back to my home and have you measured for clothes. You’ll stay over and we’ll get a carriage for Paris in the morning. We just have to be careful no one sees you.”
They stayed in the room a while longer in an embrace, all the while Hermione wondered ‘does he love me, fancy me or is it just lust he feels.’
She didn’t want to know. He was her way out of a marriage she didn’t want. He was her ticket to freedom, to school and if needed she could leave him too.

The rest of the day went by slowly. Hermione did her chores and finally night came.

Morning came and Hermione started to feel nervous. Could she go through with it? Abandon her family, guilty feelings started to grow stronger.
By evening Hermione was in tears, confused and not knowing what to do. It was time for her to slip out of the house but her aunt and uncle kept talking to her.
She wanted to see Harry and talk to him, tell me she couldn’t go through with their plan. It was getting late and Hermione pretended to go to bed. She waited until she heard them go to bed and then she put on her cloak, opened her window and climbed down the tree.

She ran out of the yard and down the road.
A sense of relief was replacing guilty feelings as she got to the market.
Suddenly some one grabbed her from behind.

“ Hermione” a voice huffed out.
Harry’s mouth cover hers split second later, a moan of pleasure coming from him.

“I was afraid something happen to you or that you changed your mind.” Harry said.

“I was going to tell you that couldn’t go through with our plan.” Hermione admitted.
“What no,’ Harry said looking pained in the dim light of the square.

“But I realize I can. I can’t go home. It wouldn’t be my home for much longer anyway.” she put her hands in his and looked at his face. He smiled at her and pulled her to his carriage.
They were at his estate in no time.

Hermione was measured for her new clothes.
It was late so Harry showed Hermione to the guest room.
“ If you need anything I’m just down the hall. There are some nightgowns in the closet. Is there anything else you want?” Harry asked.

“A drink, water.” Hermione suggested.
“Sure, I’ll get you a pitcher and a glass.” He replied.

Hermione got undressed and found a nightgown and put it on.
She turned around to see Harry staring at her with the same expression he had on his face when they were in the green house,
desire in his eyes.

Hermione started to undo the nightgown laces.

She couldn’t deny him something him was going to have in a day.

Harry step towards her stopping her from undoing her nightgown,
He leaned to her ear and whispered,
“ If we start now we’ll miss the carriage to Paris, and the carriage after that.”

As his hands caressed her neck and jaw line, down to her shoulders and arms.

Harry sighed loudly and kissed her passionately, his hands exploring her back and her hips.

Hermione caressed his shoulders and back.

Harry broke the kiss panting,
“I better say good night now. We’ll need to get our sleep.”

“All right” Hermione said and kissed him sweetly on the cheek,
“Good night Harry.”

“Good night Hermione,” kissing her forehead.


A mistress can mean be the female head of a household....... wife.
or a woman other than his wife with whom a married man has a continuing sexual relationship
or even a teacher.... but not in this story.