Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

Chapter 40 Sacrifice

It was four days until all her packages had arrived. When Hermione told Harry, he was happy, yet sickened by the thought of having to drink the love potion.

They were in her room with the cup between them. She took out the vial of liquid. "The instructions say that only one mouthful is needed for desired effects, but i think we'll add a bit more just to be safe." She then poured almost all of it into the cup and pulled a hair out of her head, adding it to the mixture to be sure that she was the one he would fall in love with.

Despite the fact that the hair was Hermione's, he still thought the idea of drinking something with a part of someone else in it was gross. It was a good thing he wasn't a vampire, he mused. She smiled at his thoughts.

She had the bezoar ready, just off to the side with a cup of water to wash it down with. Actually, she had ordered two, just to be safe but she had the other one in a drawer to be sure it the first one somehow became contaminated it wouldn't be harmed.

He drank it down in two gulps. Barely a minute later he was staring insensly at his girlfriend. And the cup looked exactly as it had. There was no poof of smoke, no crack down the middle; something had gone wrong. Hermione's mind was racing as she thought what it could be. When strong arms pulled her into a tight embrace she was taken aback, haveing been so transfixed on the problem. "I love you, Hermione." He whispered forcefully in her ear.

"I know that Harry." It was always best to try and placate someone under a love potion. Not always possible, but still the best way to go.

He roughly turned her around, holding her so close she thought her chest might cave in. When she felt the bulge in his trousers, she groaned. Damn Davis. She was currently considering hitting him with some kind of disfiguring curse, she was just having troubles deciding which one. "That's right, Hermione. I LOVE you." Oh, God. He thought her groan was because she wanted him when in actuality she figured out how to break the cup. Since Harry had imbibed the drink, it needed his fluids containing trace amounts of the amortentia to complete the circle.

"Mmmmm," was her reply. She really hadn't planned on this. He bent his head down to catch her into a kiss. The longer they kissed, the needier her seemed and the lower his hands went until each had one of her ass cheeks firmly in his grasp. She might as well get this over with.

She reached down with her hand down to the front of his trousers and rubbed it along the bulge and it wasn't long before his hips were rocking into her. She unbuttoned and slowly unzipped them, slowly pulling them down his legs along with his boxers with her bare foot, their mouths never straying.

She moved her hand to his cock, and started stroking him, using his precum as lubricant. He brought his hand to cover hers and move it at the speed he desired. He moaned into her mouth but she wouldn't give his lips back to him. She really didn't want him to say that he loved her again.

He was able to pull away to tell her that he was going to cum and she looked up at him with doe eyes. "Harry, love, I want you to cum in that cup."

"What?!?"

"Well, it'd just be so sexy. Please, humor me," she pouted.

He looked into her eyes. "Okay. For you, my love." He then pumped himself until climax, aiming for the cup. Once it was filled with his semen, the milky substance started bubbling and turned yellow before the handles on the golden cup turned a shade more akin to that of brass.

Hermione then strode over to where she had left the bezoar and returned to where Harry was once it had been retrieved. The look of posession he was giving her actually scared her a bit. "Will you eat this for me?"

He groaned. "But I want you now, Hermione." He pulled her to him roughly and started to inhale her neck into his mouth.

"I know, and I want you, too. If you swallow this for me, then I'll give you everything you've ever wanted; starting with me."

"You drive a hard bargain."

"You know you love me for it." She then grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her and into a searing kiss.

"Okay, okay. You're just lucky I love you so much or you'd already be under me on that bed."

She gave him a mock scathing look as she gracefully put the bezoar in his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick her fingers. She then summoned the cup of water with a wave of her hand and brought it to his lips.

As soon as he had swallowed, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, depositing her seconds later on the bed. Oh, how she hoped the antidote would kick in soon. He tore her oxford shirt off, popping the buttons the whole way before he started to move to the baby tee she was wearing beneath it.

Shit. That couldn't come off; he would see her Mark through her white lace bra. She took his hands and instead guided them to under the shirt, skimming her stomach. Just when his hands were about to make contact with her breasts, a look of clarity overtook his features. "What the hell?" he muttered as he took his hands off of his girlfriend and looked her in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Hermione." He then realized he was missing some key garments and rushed to redress.

"It's okay," she answered, relieved. "It was the potion... mostly." She gave him her best smirk.

He was becoming red with embarassment at his bold actions. They had just been dating for a week, for heaven's sake! "No, but I'm really really sorry. I would have felt horrible if I forced your first time on you while under the influence of a potion. And what if you got pregnant? It would be a disaster. So, I'm really really sorry."

Now it was her turn to blush. She might as well tell him. After all, he would find out eventually when they did end up having sex and she didn't have a cherry to pop. "Umm, Harry, about that. I'n not exactly a virgin." She was looking at her hands as she said it.

"What do you mean you're not a virgin? I've known you since we were eleven. How.... when... who?" The longer he thought, the more confused he became.

"Harry, I was a bit more than friends with Viktor. He even came to visit a couple times when I was home on holiday. And... Harry?" She was now starting to cry, but only a few tears.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" His voice was practically dripping with worry.

"Well, I can't get pregnant. So, I'll never be able to give you children." Her tears were still sparse, but they were there.

"How do you know that? You're only seventeen." He pulled her into a hug, but he was clearly still confused.

"Well, when I was fifteen I got pregnant by Viktor. I decided to have a muggle abortion. Nobody could know about it. You know as well as I do that in the wizarding world every magical baby is precious and they would never dream of purposely ending a pregnancy and I couldn't deal with anyone knowing, but I definately couldn't keep the baby. I was still a baby. I also knew that if I had it, not only would I leave Hogwarts, but I wouldn't be able to give it up and then what kind of life would that be for me and for the baby? Then, when I had it done, they accidently left some scarring on my womb. Even if I were to concieve, the pregancy wouldn't last more than a month."

Her tears had subsided. Every word she had said was true and it was why she wasn't so disturbed when Bella had told her she had taken an infertility potion. It was something she had already dealt with and come to terms with but it felt really good to say it aloud to someone.

Harry was now looking at her as if she were someone he had never met before. "I would understand if you didn't want to be with me anymore," she said in a small voice.

"Of course I still want to be with you. I'm just sorry that you didn't let me help you through it. I can understand why not Ron, what with the whole wizard attitude, but I was brought up muggle just like you and I understand your perspective. I really do love you, Hermione. Not just because I took a potion, but because you are you. And that will never change." He then proceeded to kiss her lightly on the nose.

a/n~ for those of you cannon lovers i know that bezoars are for poison but in my own opinion a love potion could definately be classified as such.