The Lord The Lady and The Land

Chapter 3

Warning Hermione has a flash back in this chapter.

Harry opened the door to the dining room and looked to see if anyone was around, he saw no one.

He and Hermione with all haste ran thru the empty entrance hall up the staircase down the hallway and into Harry’s room.

Hermione heard the clock in the hall chime ten.

“ Harry it’s ten o’clock. I should get home. I didn’t even tell my father or aunt where I was going today.
They might be a little worried,” she said walking towards the door.

“ Wait.” he said and Hermione stopped and turned to him.

He disrobed walking towards her. His voice was husky as he spoke,
“ Write them a note. Tell them you’re here and that we are discussing our future plans.”

He was again erect, his half lidded eyes stared in to hers.
Harry caressed her cheek gently with the back of his fingers.
“Stay,” he breathed out as his fingers went to the nape of her neck and pulled
Hermione’s lips to his mouth.

Hermione lips fell away from Harry’s in a frown,
“We should talk.”

“Later,” he said.

He pulled her into an embrace,
“ We’ll talk about it later, for now let’s just be together.”

His lips went to hers not to caress her but to silence her thoughts,
her doubts, and their fears.

Hermione felt the desire in his actions.
His hands were under her robe caressing her belly moving downward between her legs to her wet core.

She moaned and squirmed at his touch. Her thoughts were dimming the more he touched her and her body ached for his.

She broke the kiss to breathe and his lips made their way down her neck once more mouthing and biting her flesh; making her shiver.

“ I need you,” she whimpered, unable to control herself.

Harry picked her up in his arms and gently put her on the bed.

He laid on top of her, sliding himself inside her and she sighed with relief. Harry smiled.

Hermione clasped him around his waist with her legs and he pumped in and out of her, doing a primitive dance. Every now and again they would moan each others names. Harry started to plunge into Hermione, faster and faster, building the tension in their bodies.
Hermione’s fingers scratched, caressed, and tickled his back; kissing and biting his shoulder and his neck between moans.

Hermione couldn’t take the tension anymore and pleaded,
“Please Harry please.”

With a few more deep thrusts, he gave her release with his own.

Harry still moving in and out of her, was shining with sweat. His hair damp and his arms shaky from the stain of holding his body up, fell next to Hermione panting.

He closed his eyes, snuggling up to Hermione he fell asleep.
She too closed her eyes and fell asleep.

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There was a very loud crashing sound that made Harry and Hermione nearly jump out of bed, cover thrown in the air as the two sat up.

Maggie was next to the bed with a ceramic lid and spoon,
“ Lunch is being served in the dining room sir. Your godfather has been waiting patiently for you,” the woman said in a sweet tone. Then she leaned over and shouted at Harry, “ I suggest you get up.”

“ Have you gone mad woman? Couldn’t you have knocked first Maggie instead a scaring us out of our sleep.” Harry yelled at her.

“ I have to have my fun sometime. Now get dressed, both of you,” she ordered. Drawing their attention to the clean clothes hanging off the wardrobe.

The two got dressed and ran down the stairs to the dining room for lunch.
Sirius was in his chair pushed away from the table arms folded across his chest and his foot tapping the floor impatiently.

“So you decided to grace me with your presence?” He said angrily.

Pulling out a chair for Hermione Harry replied,
“ I wasn’t expecting you to be here until tonight.”

Sirius stood up.

“Well we have to go the meeting tonight, which means we go over what has been done and hasn’t been done, to get the ships to dock here more often now that the Malfoy’s ships are gone.” he said to Harry.

Sirius looked at Hermione and bowed,
“Good afternoon Mrs. Malfoy,” and sat back down.

Hermione didn’t hide the cringe she felt,
“ Please sir, do not call me that.” Hermione requested.

“Oh that’s all right, we are family, you're still a Malfoy....” Sirius said mockingly.

“Sirius!” Harry jumped up out of his sit in a rage,
“She got nothing. Leave her out of this.”

“What are you talking about? What’s going on?” Hermione probed them.

“Sirius thought that you might have inherited Draco’s ships. Normally it would go to the next male, but seeing there are only you Narcissa and Posy.
He thought you might get it.” Harry explained.

“ Did Narcissa and Eva have fun seeing the family? They wouldn’t talk to me at the market.” Sirius added grinning.

“I rather not talk about that family. They are the things that nightmares are made of. I wish the whole lot of them would die.” Hermione said angrily taking the pot of hot stew and putting some in a small bowl.

Sirius chuckled as he stuck a fork onto the steak plate skewering a piece of meat and placing it on his plate and said, “Be careful what you wish for.”

Harry put his hand on Hermione’s shoulder and said,
“Narcissa is Sirius sister. Sirius is Draco’s uncle, but…”

“But they don’t talk about me. The family has ostracized me.
I’m considered the black sheep,” he said laughing.

Harry was laughing as well.

Hermione turned red and said,
“ Oh Sirius I’m sorry I didn’t mean you. I just meant the Malfoys.”

“Don’t be, I find them offensive too,” Sirius said obviously amused .

Hermione started eating her stew while Harry and Sirius talked about whose ships should be allowed to dock.

Hermione was thinking of what Madame Pomfrey said about going to school. There were two in London; Candlecake were Madame worked most of the time and The Lacycape Finishing School for young ladies.

Both schools were very similar, but Candlecake had more advanced potions,
herbs and spell classes offered in healing. Both were very expensive but then again everything in London was expensive or so she was told.

Madame Pomfrey was to come back in another day and Hermione felt herself getting excited about her return. Perhaps Madame Pomfrey could get her in to one.

Hermione finished her stew and roused by her chair moving from under her.

“Hermione! Did you hear anything I just said?” Harry asked.

“What?” Hermione answered a little confused.

“Are you alright?” Harry posed.

“Yes. Just. Just thinking. That’s all.” She said.

Harry took her by the hand and wrapped it around his arm,
“ I’m taking you home. We’ve got some business to do in the village and I
don’t want to bore you to death.”

They heard thunder and flashes of lightening from the outside.

They walked to the front door and down the stairs to the waiting coach, trying not to get wet.

Sirius shouted at Harry, “ I’ll expect you back here in an hours time.”

The carriage was barely underway when Harry took Hermione’s hand and said, “ Sirius got a note from Doctor Stone just before we left.”
Hermione looked into his face. He was trying to hide how upset he was,
“ I don’t believe it." Harry said, "There’s got to be something someone can do. A potion a charm a spell .. something.”

He tightened the hold he had on her hand,
“ In a years time, we will be married,” and kissing her hand,
“I promise you.”

Harry looked around the small carriage, smiled and looked curiously at Hermione.

“ What?” she asked.

“Let’s see if we can ..consummate our love in here.” Harry suggested.

Hermione laughed at the idea, but Harry had a determined look in his face.

He got on the floor and lifted up Hermione’s skirts . He ran his fingers up and down her thighs tickling her.
It wasn’t long before Hermione’s knickers were on the floor and her arse was on the edge of the seat, and she lay back as Harry’s fingers worked inside her, moving in and out of her.

She bit down on her lower lip, trying not to moan, closing her eyes holding back.

Harry removed his fingers from her tense body and replaced them with his lips.
Kissing her softly on her outer folds and then gently licking her entrance.

Hermione opened eyes to watch him. His green eyes gazing in to her brown ones.

His tongue slowly circled her bud, making her squirm, letting out a groan of frustration.

He leaned back and stood up, undoing his pants. Letting them drop, he pulled Hermione to her feet and he sat down.

Hermione raised her skirts and straddled his lap.
She slowly impaled her self on Harry’s erection.

Harry embraced her. He stared into her dark eyes pulled her down farther,
driving his erection up into her .
Hermione’s head was swimming in a hazy wave of pleasure; her mouth dropped open, her eyes closed, just going with the wonderful sensations.

“ Yes my love,” Harry moaned.

He kissed her sweetly on her lower lip, moving to her chin.
His fingers unlaced her top, he pulled down her chemise.
Cupping her breast in his hand he lifted the nipple to his lips. She unbuttoned and removed her skirts.

Hermione moved up and down on Harry as the carriage rocked along
the road. Harry held on to Hermione. The roads were soft and slippery
with mud.

“ I think we could be late to our reception, that’s if we make it there
at all.” Hermione commented as she moved up and down on Harry.

“It would be your fault if we were late.” Harry said.
“Why?” Hermione asked.
He slid his hand behind her neck and pulled her face to his,
“Because I can’t seem to get enough of you,” his lips taking
hers’ in a mad passionate kiss. He pulled down on her shoulders as they both came.

They broke the kiss so they both could breath. Panting, they stared at each other. Hermione’s hand gracefully glided from Harry’s neck down over his chest, then belly, then down to where he became part of her.

“ I want this. I want us,” she said as though she was praying.

The carriage started to slow down and stopped.

“You will,” Harry said, caressing her cheek for a moment. Then Hermione got
up and put her skirts back on while Harry slipped his pants back on.
He helped her lace up her top and then rapped on the wall for the coachman to
open the door for them.

Hermione’s shoes sank into the mud. As she stepped toward the gate,
the wind blew the cold rain into her face, blowing her hood off her head.

Harry opened the gate and they walked into the house, sinking in to the soaked ground as they walked.

They were on the stoop when they noticed someone walking up the path.

Judge Crouch nearly stepped on Hermione trying to get out of the storm.
“Pardon me Mrs. Malfoy. My Lord.” bowing to both of them,
“Nasty storm. We needed this weeks ago, now everywhere is flooded.” The judge said brushing the drops of water off his cloak.

“Yes it is flooding everywhere it seems. Can I help you with something
sir?” Hermione asked.

Judge Couch pulled a long shimmering vial from his pocket,
“I was going to give you this at our last meeting and …” he produced Draco’s broom from under his cloak “ this as well.”

With a shaky hand Hermione took the vial,?“ Thank you sir” she said in an anxious voice.

“We don’t need it sinse he's gone.” the Judge said,
“ Have a good afternoon,” he turned and walked down the muddy path.

Hermione and Harry stepped in to the warm kitchen.
“What memory is that?” Harry asked her.
“The night before he died,” she answered, putting the broom down in the corner.
“Why did Judge Couch have it?” Harry questioned her.
“Evidence against Draco for the annulment.”
“What kind of evidence?”

Hermione hadn’t told Harry about that night, he knew she had been raped
but the memory of the event was Hermoine’s memory. Like it was a bad dream she had and she could forget it over time. The details were gone.
If she couldn’t really remember it, why not forget it? But people’s minds
play tricks on them.. if they think about some thing and are not sure of the detailed memories that get twisted in the worst way and sometimes you think something worse happened and sooner or later you go mad. She was going to have to put the memory in her head again and let it fade over time.

Hermione was staring at the shimmering vial.
“What happened?” Harry asked.

“It’s the reason I had to leave that night, the reason I had to cut off my finger.” Hermione told him.

“ I wondered about that for weeks but I didn’t dare ask you. Do you want to talk about it?” Harry asked.

Hermione felt drained just thinking about it,
“We’ll talk about that later too. I’m tired right now.”

Harry kissed her and said,
“Well I have to get back or Sirius is going drive me mad with this shipping business.”

He pulled up the hood to his cloak and went out the door.

Marie came in to the room and said
“ I was wondering where you were, should have guessed. It’s not proper
for you to be going to see him without an escort or chaperoned.”

“We are unofficially betrothed Aunt Marie.” Hermione reminded her aunt.
“All the more reason to have a chaperone. Why do you not wear the ring?
Trying to get a bigger stone off of him?” She asked coarsely.

“No. It hurts to wear a ring. Why are you in such a bad mood?”
Hermione asked.

“ I’m worried. The stream is over flowing moving the dirt moving the roots
I can’t see the damage yet it’s still pouring.” She said.

“ If the storm stops this afternoon I’ll have a look,” moving up the stairs,
“ I’m going to lay down for a while.”

She climbed the stairs and closed the door to her room.
Hermione took out her wand and removed the cork from the vial.
She dipped her wand in and the flickering memory met with tip of her wand.


She watch it flow in at the air for a moment and thought,
‘I’ve already lived through it, all I have to do is let the memory back and
in time it will fade.’

She put the point of the wand to her temple.

In a flash she remembered hiding from Draco, Posy wanting to be hit,
Posy turning into a white dog, and them pulling off her clothes. And Posy..
her legs with red spots and sores. Draco had been fucking her. Posy couldn’t have children. That’s where she got the infection.
The pain of Draco entering her, she was pregnant she could feel the baby.
She heard herself begging him to stop.

“Listen to me bitch. I am your husband. Your Master. Your Lord. Your God.
If you are still alive tomorrow it’s because I made it so. I can kill you now and no one will stop me and no one is going to help you.
Not your father or your aunt or your precious Lord Harry Potter.
They’ve abandoned you.”
He laughed,
“ They haven’t even tried to come and see you. Have they?”
Draco shook Hermione, she answered with a meek,
“No.”
“ I’M ALL you’ve got. And you can be replaced.” Draco snapped.

She remembered being on her hands and knee and Draco forcing himself in to her. The pain, the fear and the whole thing came back; why didn’t she faint or just die of shock?

Hermione opened her eyes to see she was on the floor next to her bed
curled up in a ball, tears and sweat rolling down her face.

All she wanted to do was take a bath.
Hermione went to the bathroom and tapped the tub with her wand filling it with hot water.

She pulled off her clothes and sank down in the water.
She scrubbed herself raw.

Hermione let herself soak until her aunt knocked on the door.

“Hermione are you alright?” she heard her aunt say on the other side of the door.

“ Just soaking for a bit. I’ll be out soon,” Hermione replied grabbing a towel and stepping out of the tub.

She got dressed and went to her room to lay down on top of her bed.
Hermione dosed off to in to a restless sleep.
She kept thinking no one came to see her at the Malfoy estate.
Did they fear the Malfoys that much?
She was alone there for months, the only contact was Madame Pomfrey.

She felt abandoned by her father, mourning his wife and who had left
Hermione alone for so long, feeling she had lost both parents.
Her aunt who left her cheating bullying husband but left her as well,to be forced into the horror of existence with Draco. And Harry, some how
she slipped through his fingers, falling in to Draco’s web.

She awoke with start, dreaming Richard was in her room laughing at her,
“ Once you’re in the Malfoy family, you stay in the Malfoy family.”

Marie called up to Hermione, that dinner was ready.

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“You don’t look right Hermione, are you feeling sick?” Her aunt asked.

“I’m feeling a little ill.” she said, “ But I’ll be fine.”

“ It’s this weather” her father suggested, “ it makes any one feel a little down.”

Hermione ate her dinner without another word and went back up stairs.
She pulled back the covers and could smell a bad odor it smelt familiar.
She looked and saw the stains. It was the sheets Posy had dirtied.

Marie must have seen it in the woodpile and thought it flew off the clothesline.
Hermione never had the chance to burn them but now she did.
She pulled the sheets off the bed and carried them outside threw them on the wet ground and started a fire with her wand.

She went inside the house and looked for anything that reminder her of Draco or Posy. There was a dress up stairs in her room that was Posy’s.
A pair of Draco’s pants that were in the closet and the couch that Draco had soaked with his semen, it had to go also.

With her wand, she broke the couch in to pieces and threw them outside and into the fire. Hermione’s father came running out of the house yelling,
“ What are you doing? Have you gone mad? Are you ill Hermione?”

He pulled her back in to the house and sat her down,
“Hermione why are you trying to burn down the house?”

“ I’m not trying to burn down the house, I just getting rid of Draco’s and
Posy’s things or what they’ve ruined.”

“ The couch why are you burning the couch?” her father asked.

“Believe me dad you don’t want to have that couch any more.....and don’t ask, you don’t want to know.” Hermione insisted.

They watched the flames and soon everything had turned to ashes.

Hermione went back inside the house and up to her room made her bed with fresh linen and went to sleep.

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Warning there will be more bumps in the road.