Lord of the Land

Harry sat on the edge of the bed Hermione straddling him. She tried not to think of Posy and her Uncle as Harry slid inside her.

“Are you right?” Harry asked. “Is this not comfortable for you?”

“ I saw Posy and my uncle doing it this way.” Hermione said with disgust. Harry looked shocked.

“Then we will …change it” and he embraced Hermione turning her on to her back thrusting into her a few times. Bringing her legs up on to his shoulders he sank in to her filling her void. Hermione’s head felt like it was spinning. They both moaned as their rhythm became faster.

Hermione whispered while panting, “Go deeper please go deep inside me.”

“Open your legs wide then” he said plunging into her. She bent her knees up and out to open her legs more.

Harry moaned, “Oh God yes,” driving into her.

“Oh yes Harry.” Hermione breathed out.

Harry took her legs off his shoulder, turned Hermione on to her side, and just holding on to one leg up against his chest thrust himself in her again and again going faster and faster.

Hermione was panting as waves of pleasure were going there her with each thrust. She never thought sex could be like this, physical of course and maybe emotional. But as she looked into the Harry’s face from time to time she felt something over whelming. Maybe she would stay with him. He had saved her from a night of torture with Draco.

‘Maybe we could sneak away in the middle of the night. Go to Paris or somewhere where we couldn’t be found. Marry, have family, and live happily. Possibly after many years come back when all the rumors and scandal is over.’

Harry turned Hermione on her stomach and lifted her up. With both of them kneeling on the bed, he pushed himself into her holding onto her hips for a few minutes. Then Harry leaned over Hermione. She could feel his weigh on her back, the sweat on both of them, and hear him breathing heavily.

As he plunged into her over and over again he said,
“Mione, God you’re great. You feel so wonderful.” She felt him building up once more in her as both their breathing became faster and louder with moans. His arms were over hers so he didn’t have all his weigh on her. Harry pushed his manhood between Hermione’s legs and called out her name in a satisfying moan pumping Hermione with his semen.

Exhausted, Hermione could barely hold herself up. Harry straightened up, still in Hermione, and pulled her up to him her back against his chest.
Feeling her belly and breasts, he turned her head up towards his kissing her passionately and holding her face. One of her hands went threw his hair and the other on his hand caressing her breast.

Harry had to break the kiss in order to breathe, gasping for air. Hermione felt him start to slid out of her and then he said softly,
“God your fantastic so soft so wonderful to touch. God I love fucking you.”

Hermione couldn’t stop her facial expression or her body’s reaction to what she just heard Harry say. Her warm body stiffened. That wonderful warm feeling turned cool and she felt a little sick to her stomach. She heard her Aunt’s voice in the head,
‘You’ve become a whore by this man, and your husband will make you a slave.’ Hermione detached herself from Harry.

“You alright?” Harry asked.

Slowly crawling off the bed she heard her own voice and words echoing in her head, ‘This may be the only time we have…so claim your right take me… bang me…. fuck me what ever you want.. Just be gentle with me that’s all I ask.’ Hermione foot hit the floor and she thought ‘He did what I asked. He was gentle.’ She stood up and put on a robe.

“Hermione? Are you alright?” Harry asked again. She nodded not looking at him starting for the washbowl.

The next second he was in front of her holding her by the shoulders,
“Sorry I didn’t mean to be rude…I just really enjoy being with you. I wasn’t thinking. I thought I could say anything in front of you and you would take it the right way. And you didn’t.” Harry pulled her close putting his fingers under her chin to have her look up at him. Hermione braced her self for what ever he might say next.

He looked in to her eyes.
“I’ve killed it” Harry said sadly. He pushed some hair off her face.
“The light in your eyes when you look at me, I’ve killed it with one thoughtless word.”

“No Harry. I think I did. I put the thoughtless word in your head. Claim your right take me… bang me…. fuck me what ever you want.. Just be gentle with me that’s all I ask.” Hermione said bluntly. “That’s what I said to you.” Harry pulled her into gentle embrace. “And you were gentle with me, tender and you made me feel wonderful Harry” Hermione whispered.

“How do you feel now?” Harry asked.

“ Like a fool. I can’t control my life when some one else can dominate it.” A fool to think Harry could feel any real connection with her. A fool for getting caught trying to escape from a marriage she didn’t want. Her uncle gave her, her possessions and family property to an evil man. Why was she accepting this?

The horrible reality struck her all at once. A cold shiver went through her.
“Why am I still here.” she breath out. She slowly broke the embrace from Harry.
“I want to wash up.” Walking over to the tub she stepped in and washed and dried her self quickly.

Hermione thought ‘ get dressed… get shoes… get money…where’s my wand? it’s at home. Where should I go to… where… Paris?’ she looked at Harry. ‘I can meet him there if he still wants me for a mistress but he can’t be connected with me running away. He’ll get in trouble.’

She felt her heart beating faster. She saw the dress she wore for Harry and picked it up. “Harry can I have this dress? Hermione asked.

“It’s yours … why are you getting dress? It’s late.”

She got dressed with amazing speed, found her shoes, and slipped them on. She took a deep breath, “Harry do you still want me for a mistress?”

“ What?”
“Yes or no Harry” she said and started for the door,
“ do you still want me for your mistress?”
She undid the lock and opened the door.

“Where do you think you are going this hour of the night? Harry asked going towards her with an alarming expression on his face.

“ I’m getting out of here. I want my life.” And she closed the door behind her.

Hermione ran down the hallway, down the stairs and cross the large
room. The huge doors leading to the outside were locked.

Hermione heard someone coming down the stairs and ran to the window.
The next second she was up against the wall flailing her arms
trying to keep Harry from seizing her arms,
“No I have to get out of here. Why are you doing this to me Harry?” she cried softly.

“Maggie, do it.” Harry said regretfully closing his eyes.

~~~~~~~

Hermione awoke to find herself back in bed thinking ‘this is getting to be bad habit being knock out.’

“Hermione? Feeling better?” she heard Harry say as she lay there slowly opening her eyes.
“The blue potion is wearing off or has wore off. You started to flip out when your mind cleared. Sorry I asked Maggie to stun you. Just stay calm we’ll find a way to get you out of the contract.”

“And if there isn’t a way… then what will I do? I will not live with that man. Why did you stop me?” Hermione asked bitterly sitting up. Hermione looked at Harry who in his rush to retrieve Hermione just had his pants on. His hair was wild and his body looked more gold tone because of the candles lighting up the room.

Holding a cup and drinking it down he slammed it down on the table and said,
“Hermione they’d find you drag you back to him, put you in jail or worse.” Harry said angrily walking around in the room.

“Worse?” puzzled, she got up off the bed and walked toward Harry.

“He could .. whip you to death .. in front of the village” he said turning to face her. He grabbed hold of her by her shoulders saying softly,
“Or he could sell you to God knows who and for what I hate to think.”

“No one’s done that for years here, I didn’t think it was legal.” Hermione breathed out.

“They still do it in London,” Harry said, “of course the whipping to death is sometimes an accident, the husband being infuriated and most people watching won’t stop them.”

“ What do you want me to do?” she asked looking in to Harry’s eyes.

“Trust me.” Harry said and kissed her, “ you should try and get some sleep.”

She took off the dress with Maggie’s help.

“Sorry Hermione I didn’t want to stun you but… orders are orders,” Maggie said as she picked up the stained sheets and bowl of water.

Harry and Hermione lay in the bed in each other’s arms drifting in and out of sleep.

Hermione woke up and went to the window. It was just before dawn. Looking at the twilight she was watching the stars fade thinking what might happen when the sun came up.

Harry woke, walked to the table and poured himself a drink. He gulped it down and then walked to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders kissing her neck. He turned her to face him. He kissed her passionately almost demanding. Harry broke the kiss. Hermione looked at him. He had that look in his eyes, lust like in the greenhouse.
“I want you. Come …. Back to bed.” He said and he took her hand.

Harry slid his pants off and began kissing her. He was on top of her one second and then inside her the next. Harry moved slowly in and out in and out…looking down at Hermione. He didn’t take off her chemise just pulled it down here and there to kiss and lick her nipples.

She tried not to moan to loud especially when he started to press him self in side her grinding into her his eyes on her face. They slowly built the tense in their bodies their eyes barely left the other’s face. Harry looked almost furious at times and then he’d grin a most wick grin and start to pant harder as though he was in pain as he climaxed.

Hermione felt the waves rise and fall in her body. Hot waves rippled over her body and when they both exploded tears fell from her eyes. Harry wiped her tears away and kissed her sweetly on the forehead before taking off his glasses and pulling the sheets up to cover them.

Hermione woke up with her head on Harry’s chest. She heard a door open and close. She sat up which woke up Harry up. The sunlight was filling up the room. They both grabbed a robe and went in to the other room were Maggie was. Sirius and Remus were there looking at sheets of papers and books.

“Did you find anything?” Harry asked.

“We have to find Hermione’s father and see if he can fight to have this contract be invalid.” Remus said.

“We will have to see when was the last tribute the Malfoy’s gave to your estate. But that’s a last resort. We don’t want him to know your interest in Hermione.”

“No the last resort is something else we had planned…” Harry said

“What is it?” asked Hermione.

“I’d want to make it a surprise so I’m not going to tell you.” Harry teased.
“Besides the less you know the better, the less you have to lie if anyone asks.”

“So all we do is wait for my father to answer a letter. Who’s going write it?” Hermione asked.

“Well Remus is going to write one and you are going write the other but they will be put in the same envelope.” Sirius said. “It would be best if he came home to fight this.”

There was a knock at the honeymoon suite door. Harry looked at Hermione and said, “We should get dressed.”

Remus answered the door as they started to dress in the other room. Hermione’s Aunt and Uncle came in to the room,
“What’s going on here?”

Hermione came out of the other room with her robe on.

“Hermione, your husband will be here soon. You should not make him wait. You’re going home with him.” Richard spat out.

Hermione shook her head walking up to him,
“ No I’m not. I want to hear from dad about this first. He wouldn’t want me to be with Draco. It’s not a marriage it’s a trap. If I have to I’ll get it annulled. Dad won’t approve of the marriage. He knows I never liked Draco. He’s never liked that family. I want to talk to my father.”

“Your father asked me to look for a husband for you. You’ve got one now. And if you get this marriage annulled you will not be fit for marriage now that everyone knows you’ve been bedded by the Lord. You are not suitable for marriage for anyone if you break with Draco. Not even for Lord Harry. Why did he want to bed you in the first place? Did he take you before last night girl?” He walked to the bed and pulled back the covers.

Marie gasped, and Richard got redder in the face.
“Whore” Richard yelled at her.

“What?” Hermione asked back.

“There’s no stain of innocent blood here, you were not a virgin when you lay in this bed.”

“He changed the sheets.” Hermione said softly trying not to cry.

“Why would he do that?”

“They were stained” Hermione protested.

“Stained!“ doubting her

“You are going to go with Draco. He is your husband, lord and master now.”

“ I don’t care. I’m not going to be with Draco.” Hermione angrily.

“You are no longer part of this family. You can rot in the street and then in hell for all I care.” Richard screamed at her as he raised his arm high about to hit her.

“No” Marie cried.

A hand stopped Richard from striking Hermione. Remus had his hand on Richards arm,
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, striking a woman in front of Lord Harry. It’s not gentleman like.”

Richard pulled his arm away and he and a crying Marie left. Sirius closed the door, and walked back saying, “Where were we?”

Remus started, “We’ll write the letters now and hope your father will get them by tonight or tomorrow. I’ll ask for him to reply as soon as possible with a letter” he drew in a long breath “and then hope he will be here with in a week,” Remus supposed.

“Now if that doesn’t work, in the contract Hermione,” Remus walked over to table with contract on it and looked the piece of paper, “you’re to conceive an heir on your wedding night or with in a nine month duration.” He looked at her up and down and then looked at Sirius.
“Is there a chance you may not be able to carry a child? Due to illness or injury?” Remus asked.

“ I don’t think so.” Hermione replied.

Sirius walked over to Hermione raising his hands up to her face,
“If you would permit me?” and he took his thumbs and pulled down the skin under her lower eyelashes on both eyes. Inspecting them. He had a puzzled expression on his face.

“Maggie you’re a midwife could you have a look at her eyes please,” Sirius asked his voice pitching upwards.

Maggie examined Hermione’s eye and then looked at and felt her palms.
“My dear when are you going to be having your time… the curse?” Maggie asked curiously.

“ In a few days. Why?” Hermione answered.

“Did any one give you anything to drink? A potion?” Maggie asked.

“Yes, they…. my Uncle and Aunt made me drink a blue potion, and two kinds of green. They even sent the potions up last night. A drunk man brought them up.” Hermione said.
“The blue was to keep me in line one green one was to make me not mind being with Draco and the other green was we think to,” Hermione blushed and blurted it out quickly, “have extra energy or to enhance the performance but we are not sure.”

“Where are the potions cups?” asked Sirius.

“They’re on the table.” Harry said.

Sirius looked at the blue and green potions that were still on the tray. Then he looked at the third cup that still had a few teaspoons of potions left in it.

“Maggie, does this look familiar to you?” Sirius asked.

“Fertility potion?” She whispered.

“Hermione your Aunt and Uncle made you drink this?” Sirius asked.

“Yes and everyone at the wedding as well. Except Draco he wanted me to drink the wine.” Hermione said curiously.

“How many did you have?”

“I don’t exactly know “ shrugging her shoulder and shaking her head.

“3 ….4?” Sirius guessed.

“Oh more like 8..…12 because of the blue potion everything was a bit fuzzy.”

Maggie and Sirius both sat down looking stunned. “That many?” Maggie said to Sirius with alarming pitch whispering in her voice. She looked at the potion cup, saying softly “This is to help to conceive with three drafts, a day before and two before having sex. I’m not sure what happens over three drafts maybe nothing or … well we’ll have to wait and see.”

“The Judge will be here soon and we’ll see if there are grounds enough to see if this marriage and the contract are valid and if you need to get it annulled.” Sirius said.

Remus coughed to clear his throat and stuck a finger in the air and he began to speak
“Here are some reasons why the marriage may not be valid or argue for an annulment.

“One Hermione’s Uncle Richard may not be her legal guardian. And had not right promising the Malfoys her dowry or any thing else.

“Two …Draco didn’t sign the contract nor did Hermione just her uncle making it questionable.

“Three… Hermione was claimed by Lord Harry Potter, that makes him her husband by the old law. First man to bed a woman is her husband. But people have ignored that in the past. And,” he sighed, “ she could be carrying. When will we know Maggie?” Remus asked

“Three weeks maybe sooner?” Maggie said

“What?” Hermione asked

“We’ll need more time. Could we stretch it four weeks Maggie?”

Maggie looked at Hermione looked at her eyes again and said, “Yes maybe four weeks.”

“What are you talking about?” Hermione asked.

“We need time to tell if you are carrying. We should know within three weeks … four weeks we can keep you free from Draco Malfoy.” Maggie explained.

“Carrying?” Hermione looked at Harry.

“Oh my God we didn’t … I forgot… I just thought about the contract and how to get you out of it,” Harry sputtered out.

“I knew he was going forget. I knew it!” Sirius bellowed out.

“Even a simple non-conceiving spell would not work over the potion she had.” Maggie commented.

Hermione looked at Harry and mouthed, “We had.”

Harry looked dumbfounded.

Remus added, “She’ll need a place to stay for that time. I bet the Weasley’s won’t might sheltering you seeing your uncle has disowned you.” And whispered “ They hate the Malfoys. Been feuding with them for years.”