Mistaken Identity

Chapter 6 Caught and Compromised

She looked into his eyes, they were dark green and they were gazing into hers searching wanting as he slowly bowing his face down to hers. His lips meet hers in a soft kiss and then again.

Hermione felt a surge go through her as her hand went to Harry’s cheek and slowly making it way through his dark soft hair. She felt his tongue making its way between her lips coaxing her lips apart. Her hunger grew and her lips parted for him. Harry moaned and took this as the time to gently pull her onto his lap. His hand unpinned her hair and Hermione felt it fall to her shoulders. His hands grabbed the tresses letting them fall through his fingers again and again.

Their kisses grew more and more passionate and deeper. Hands caressed and roamed over fabric and clothing that seem to bind and restrict their exploration of one another. Buttons and hooks were undone without the aid of their eyes. Fingers touched skin previously covered by clothes.

Hermione felt herself fall back on to the bed and heard the bottle of cleaning potion fall off the chair and smash on the floor as Harry rolled beside her.

He pulled her into his arms kissing her neck and moving the dress off her shoulders along with her chemise.

Hermione eyes opened for a moment and let out a gasp when Harry’s hand cupped her breast and his lips and tongue licked and caressed her hardening nipple in his mouth. She arched her back wanting to feel more of his hand his face his body against hers closing her eyes feeling everything.

Hermione worked his shirt off pulling it over his head. Harry undid his pants as he kissed Hermione’s belly.

Hermione kept her eyes closed too nervous to open them and to realize what she was doing, not wanting to break the spell they were both in until Harry whispered her name,
“Hermione. Hermione. Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and he was staring at her intensely, looking for an answer. Hermione felt his erection between her legs and his hand caressing her thigh. Harry’s hand made it’s way to her curly dark hair between her legs a finger explored her folds and found her very damp core.

Harry’s intense look faded as a look of wonder and longing replace it and he smiled,
“I want you.”

Hermione couldn’t speak for a moment the ache between her legs blinded her, so she kissed him passionately.

He entered her slowly as she was tight as a virgin still. His eyes stared into hers. There was a twinge of pain here and there but nothing like the first time.

Harry moved slowly and gently until he filled her. He lay still as she trembled beneath him. Harry kissed her cheeks, chin and neck while asking her if it was too painful? Was he hurting her? Should he stop?

She shook her head so he kissed her and slowly started to move.

Harry drew himself outward and slid back in watching her expression. Soon Hermione’s body started to move with Harry’s. She moved to meet his thrusts. Their rhythm picked up and started to go faster and faster with Harry’s movements. Hermione hung onto his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. He groaned her name against her ear. The new sensation going through her body scared and thrilled her. She tried to raise her body closer to his, pulling, drawing him down to her.

With each thrust and plunge Harry went deeper and deeper into her body and the tension grew and mounted until they climaxed and exploded with a cry and an agonizing moan.

Hermione felt Harry’s pulsing inside her, pouring his seed into her body, but at the moment she didn’t care. IF she ended up with a child she could take care of it, many woman did who lost their husbands in the war and she was sure Harry would take some course to make sure the child was provided for. For now, she just wanted it to be their world. Harry’s face faded from pained to relief as he hovered over her. Gasping for air, sweat glistened on his face and body as was hers. He kissed her cheek and lips.

Harry let out a regretful moan as he separated from her body and lay down beside her on his back breathing in deeply.

When their breath came back to their lungs Harry turned to look at her sighing,
“That was fantastic.” He turned on his side propping up on his elbow and reached for her cheek stroking it, “You’re amazing you know.”

“How?” Hermione asked closing her eyes and feeling his touch.

“You just are. You’re kind, brilliant and so beautiful…” his hand gently roam down her cheek, her neck to the valley between her breast cupping her breast to her back and guiding her onto her side. He took her lips with his in a soft kiss, squeezing her breast and then taking her rose nipple into his mouth. Hermione closed her eyes and let out a small moan.

“OH Hermione,” Harry moaned as he moved on top of her nudging her legs apart,
“Let me love you again.”
Harry rolled her over onto her stomach and started kissing her neck and slowly making his way down her spine to her round bottom turning her over to her back.

Hermione felt his body getting into position and penetrate her, as he whispered, “I could do this with you forever.” He lay on top of her kissing her mouth neck and biting her earlobe. Pushing himself farther into her and back out.

It was then Hermione and Harry heard the door squeak open Harry looked over his shoulder saw someone stepping in the room saying,
“The water is coming from this room,” looking at something on the floor.

Harry rolled off of her as she bolted upright. Her eyes locked with Mr. Fudge’s.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE MISS GRANGER?” he roared.

Hermione looked down at the bedding not knowing what to say. She began gathering the sheets around her to cover her naked body.

Harry stood up and with a surprise roared out, “Excuse me this is my room you have no right barging in here.”

“Hermione get your things … you …you…whore...” Mr. Fudge started to say.

Hermione let out a small cry of humiliation and turned to Harry who was stark naked and didn’t seem to care as his face hardened with anger.

“Don’t you dare call her that… this is my room I paid for it. You have no business…,” Harry snared.

“DID you pay for her too?” Mr. Fudge spat out.

Hermione shook her head feeling the heat running through her body wanting to shrink away and die. Harry looked at her with a worried expression in his face and then turned back to Mr. Fudge.

“Before you say another word…” Harry walked over to his robes, “give me five minutes of your time.” Rustling through his pockets Hermione heard the clinking of coins in his pocket, thinking Harry was going to bribe the man to keep his mouth shut.

He handed Mr. Fudge come coins, “You’re the vicar in this town. Marry us. Right now.”

He turned to Hermione stepping toward her offering his hand out to her. His eyes beckoning, calling her, pleading her to come to him. With the sheets wrapped around her, she climbed out of bed as if in a dream. She slowly walked to him excepting his hand.

Mrs. Figg walked into the room and screamed out in shock covered her face with her hand and looked away. Harry grabbed his robe and put it on.

“Marry us now.” Harry urged him.

Mrs. Figg turned to see what was going on, “You’re marrying them? … Like that?” the old woman croaked.

“Now!” Harry insisted squeezing Hermione hand as though she might slip away pulling her closer to him.

The vicar pulled out his book and turned to Mrs. Figg and said, “Get the rings.”

Mrs. Figg dashed out of the door.

Mr. Fudge opened the book and looked at the two of them and sighed with a confused face.

“Dearly beloved…” Was all Hermione heard Mr. Fudge say and everything else was a blur. Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard she was sure they could hear it.

She felt Harry’s hand move and bring her hand to his lips with a look in his eye reassuring her that ‘everything was going to be alright’.

Hermione heard Harry say, “I will.”

Mr. Fudge turned to her and rambled off the vows and she hesitated until Harry shook her hand the tiniest bit and she turned to Harry. He nodded slightly assuring her and Hermione said,“ I will.” A tightness she didn’t even know was there in her body faded.

Harry put the ring on her finger and looked deep into her eyes smiling and then he kissed her passionately.

Mr. Fudge shook her hand, “Congratulations my dear,” still looking confused and Mrs. Figg hugged Hermione. Harry nodded as he opened the door and ushered them out,

“Thank you both but now I need to attend to my wife,” locking the door and stripping off the robe.

He walked over to her and asked softly, “Now where were we? Oh yes,” moving toward her lips.

“Harry?” his name dripped off her lips, “we married.” Staring at the ring for a moment and then to her husband, feeling a little confused as it was sinking in. It happened so fast that she wasn’t sure it was real.

Harry stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers, “We’ll be fine.” he said soothing her, “better then fine. I should have done this months ago.”

“Do you feel it was your duty?” she asked.

“Some of it, but mostly I wanted to spend the rest of my life with the girl I fell in love with. The only girl I will ever love. I have to confess. You weren’t the only virgin in the bed that night.”

“Really?”

Harry nodded, “That medal, I gave you to keep for me?”

“Yes.”

“That was to make sure you came to London. To make sure I got to see you again. I was going to take you to Paris” smiling he kissed her, “and seduce you.”

“Were you?”

“Yes with a little help from Melinda. She gave me advice on how to win you over,” He looked at her and asked, “ It did work didn’t it?”

“I don’t know. What did you do?”

“I spoke from my heart … that’s all.”

“Then it worked.” and she kissed him.

There was a knock at the door and Harry walked over called out, “Who is it and what do you want?”

“It’s the chambermaid sir. There’s something leaking out of your room,” the girl voice sang out.

Hermione looked down on the floor to see the broken bottle of cleaning potion spilled on the floor all the way under the door.

Hermione looked at Harry and shouted, “You clean the spill out there. I’ll clean it in here Lavender.”

“Hermione! Is that you?” Lavender squealed.

“Yes Lavender.”

“Well, we need you in the dining room.”

Harry shook his head walking back to her. His eyes filled with desire and his body hardening fast.

“I’m a little busy right now,” Hermione called out as Harry’s lips seized hers. His warm mouth covered her and she realized how cold she was. Harry ran his hands down her arms feeling the goose bumps.

“I’ll warm you up,” his hands skimming her jaw line and cupping her face and again drinking from her lips, taking her breath. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up in his arms and put her on the bed.

Harry unwrapped his bride from the sheets, straddled her lap and enveloped her with him in the sheets like an angle spreading its wing to engulf her.

Hermione clung onto Harry as he buried himself inside her again. Her body burned with his heat and friction sending her higher. She tightened herself around his member as it drove in and out of her wanting more of him. Harry moaned and whispered, “If you tighten any more you will undo me faster then I want.”

“I’m sorry I just want more of you,” Hermione panted.

“More! Oh God sweet heavens,” Harry said in a ragged breath. He got on his knees and pinned Hermione to the mattress as he plowed into her going deeper in side her with all speed. Hermione sang out a cry as the tension skyrocketed in her body.

A primal cry escaped her lips as her body erupted with Harry’s. Little lights swirled around behind Hermione eyelids as her body tingled, her arms went limp but her hips still moved by Harry who was still filling her with his seed. Hermione felt Harry roll off of her and faintly say, “I love you, Hermione.”

They both closed theirs eyes and fell asleep.

It wasn’t for too long though. Hermione nose smelled something burning and she opened her eyes to heard Mrs. Figg yell at Lavender, “Lavender the meat is burning and the ale’s getting warm.”

This was an important celebration and she could hear it all going wrong.

Hermione turned to Harry and shook him awake, “Harry I have to go downstairs, things are going all wrong and it’s not dining time yet.

He grabbed hold of her arm, “Wait. Wait a minute. You’re going…. to work?”

“Well yeah. I didn’t know that we were getting married. I have to sort things out now. I have responsibilities. Duties. Surely you can understand?”

“NO!” Harry shook his head looking very disappointed, “I know this was all suddenly done. I have to things to sort out too. But Hermione this is our honeymoon.”

There was a very loud crash from outside and Harry looked at Hermione his face changing from disappointed to understanding, “Yeah you better go and see. I’ll come down in a bit and have dinner with you,” nodding his head.

“That would be great!” Hermione said feeling very odd have a dinner date with her Harry.

Hermione put on his robe and grabbed her clothes and kissed Harry, “See you in a bit.”

“But Hermione my ro…” Harry started to say, but she dashed out the door up stairs to the attic and changed there into her work clothes. Then with all haste she ran back down to the kitchen were smoke was billowing into the dinner room.

Hermione opened all the windows to see what exactly was going on and how to fix it. The beef was outside on a spit and the chicken and small pig was cooking in the kitchen. The small pigs fat was dripping into the fire and making some smoke, but it was the beef outside that was the real problem. Lavender was trying to flavor the beef with whiskey and it made the beef catch fire.

Hermione smothered the flame on the beef with a wave of her wand and fixed the fire arrangement so it cooked more evenly. She moved the ale to the side of the Inn were the snow hadn’t melted.

In no time patrons were coming in for dinner and celebrating. Many had been making merry most of the day and were drunk or just very happy to be alive and starting their lives again.

In a blink of an eye Harry was standing waiting to be seated. He stood watching Hermione bringing out food and drink. She sat him down at he edge of her table and gave him a hearty serving of beef and assorted vegetables. She continued to work feeling Harry’s eyes follow her around the room.

Hermione looked up at him as she served people. She greeted her patrons and many of them smiled and winked at her. She blushed, a little.

She took Harry’s plate when he was done and refilled his mug of ale, then served her other customers. She got a few flirting smiles and eyebrows raised.

Everyone seemed very happy and was showing it. Many left her more than just a coin for a tip. A man offered her a coin and a offer to his room and another offered himself as her dancing partner to any dancing that was taking place.

Hermione walked into the kitchen placing the coins into the pocket of her apron. Lavender was watching her with a curious eye.

“Lavender? Why are you looking at me that way?” Hermione asked her.

“Why am I looking at you?… You got this smile on her face that I’ve never seen before. You’re all lit up like the sun. I guess marriage agrees with you,” Lavender laughed out.

Hermione blushed.

“All the customers have noticed it too,” she said as she nudged Hermione pockets with her tips, “Did you not notice? So many of them were flirting with you.”

“I thought they were in good spirits or drunk.” Hermione explained feeling the heat in her cheek flare a bit more.

“Well don’t smile too much or your husband will have to defend your honor,” Hanna warned her.

“Stop teasing. You’re the flirt not me. Even with your swollen belly the men still look at you,” Hermione commented.

Hermione went back into the dining room and picked up more dirty dishes. She looked around and saw that a number of patrons were watching her, smiling. Harry too was watching her, his eyes bright and a bashful smile. She smiled at him. Then it changed to a more confident smile, and then he blush with a twinkle in his eye.

She went over to him and said, “I will get you more ale sir.”

“When can you stop working?” Harry asked in a husky tone.

“As soon as I can.” and she did something she never thought she would ever do in public. She leaned over and gave Harry a kiss on the lips.

A few people caught it. Harry gazed at her with a look that made her knees weak. The fire in his eye and the way he was trying to keep his breathing normal sent shivers up and down her spine.

“I’ll wait,” he breathed out.

Hermione brought out more plates of food to the crowded dining room.

Harry stood in the corner having finished his meal and watched his wife tend to her patrons.

Each time she looked up at him his eyes showed his attraction to her and her body reacted. She blushed, her head swam and between her legs ached for him.

Hermione served several more tables full of customers. She felt Harry’s eyes follow every move she made. Finally she couldn’t stand it any longer and went to Mrs. Figg, “Mrs. Figg. I…” she wanted to say ‘I’ve just been married a few hours and I need my husband to bed again’ but what she said was, “ I’m not feeling well I’ve got to lay down before I fall over,” she felt guilty and her face went hot.

“You do look flushed and you’ve been racing around like a mad squirrel. No wonder you don’t feel well.” Mrs. Figg looked her over, “And that soldier you married has no doubt ran you ragged. Go lay down and take the rest of the night off.”

“Thank you.” Hermione feeling even more guilty felt her face get hotter.

She was going through the dining room and glanced around for Harry, but he was no where to be seen.

She walked into the lobby suddenly she was pulled under the stairs case behind the coat stand. Harry lips were parting hers with a searing kiss, he murmured, “I can’t wait. Need you now,” panting.

“Can’t do it here. People might see. My reputation.” Hermione argued.

“Won’t be ruined. We’re married.” panting even louder he said, “We’re newlyweds! We’re expected to act like this.”

Hermione tried to protest but his hand were on her back pulling her tighter against him. She felt his rock hard body part protruding under his trousers.

“Let’s go upstairs.” Hermione suggested.

“Right!” her husband panted onto her neck.

She pulled him toward the staircase and they started up the stairs, but half way up Harry had a hard time controlling himself and Hermione found herself up against the wall on the second floor Harry’s hands making their way up her skirts and whispering, “I can’t wait. I have to have you now. I dreamed of doing this on the cold nights and now I will have my saint, my savoir, my lover, you my wife.” She felt his hardness enter her and she let out a sigh as her legs made their way around his waist.

Her head fell back against the wall and the world swirled around as a wonderful wave of pleasure ripple through her body as Harry thrust inside of her and she gasped.

Somehow they made to his room, their room. Harry didn’t wait for his clothes to come off he just kept thrusting into Hermione whispering lovely things in her ear between kisses.

They came together and Harry fell beside her. He looked at her and said, “I’m going to make love to you all night.”

“I don’t know if I can keep up with you Harry,” Hermione admitted panting and wiping the sweat off her forehead.

Harry looked at her and stroked her face with his fingers whispering, “I got to have you as much as I can.” He looked away for a long moment and said, “I have to go back... into the mountains… there’s a band of Death Eaters out there. Our leaders are assembling early tomorrow morning.”

“What! Wait! YOU’RE going back. But the fighting is over... isn’t it?”

“Yes the big battles are over now it’s just rounding up the loose ends. We think most of them are deserters. They saw they were losing and took off,” he told her.

She threw her arms around him pulling him close, “You will be careful! Promise me!” she asked him.

He let out a sigh as he pulled her even closer, “Yes I’ll be careful. I’m coming back… but just incase something does happen I’ve written to my lawyers about you… about us getting married. You’ll be taken care of. You’re in my will.”

“What?”

“Well I can’t leave you destitute, all alone in the world with nothing. Just incase I leave you and …” He caressed her belly, “Any little one behind. What kind of a husband and father would I be if I don’t provide for my family?”

And before she could say anything his lips took hers in a desperate kiss. Absorbing her love, her essence and branding her with his biting her lower lip biting and sucking her neck. He unbuttoned her dress, peeling back the fabric and moved to her now exposed pink nipple, taking it into his mouth making her gasp.

His tongue played with her nipple until he was satisfied with the amount of noise that escaped from her lips.

Harry proceeded to take off the rest of both their clothes and began his study and research what Hermione reacted to with the touch of his fingers, hands his lips and tongue.

They explored each other’s body. Around midnight they fell asleep, arms and legs intertwining.

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