The Lord The Lady and The Land

Chapter 7 Chocolate


Mrs. Umbridge had her hands on her hips with a very unpleasant expression on her face, “Miss, there is someone here to see you. IF you are in any sort of trouble, I want you out of here by tomorrow morning,” she hissed.

Hermione and Viktor both went to the front door and opened it. A man wearing official dress robes turned around as he was looking at the street.

“Good day miss.” Lord Harry said.

Hermione’s mouth dropped open with shock and then she said curtsying,
“Good day my lord.” Her heart was beating wildly as she was wondering what he was doing there and how he knew where she lived.

“Good day my lord,” Viktor said bowing.

“Is she in some kind of trouble sir?”

“No, not at all.” he said to the landlady.
“Here, I've brought you something from Mrs. Weasley. She’s been fussing over what to send you. I think she sent you everything,” he commented handing Hermione a big wicker basket.

“Oh, she so sweet. Thank you for bringing it to me.” Hermione breathed out taking the basket from him.

“Well, I got to go.” Viktor announced sensing the awkwardness between the new guest and Hermione. He took Hermione's hand and kissed it as he bowed,
“Good night Hermione.”

“Good night Viktor,” and just to see what Harry would do she kissed Viktor on the cheek and whispered.
“Thank you for wanting to help me,” and she squeezed his hand signaling she was fine where she was.

Hermione glanced at Harry’s expression; he looked authoritative like a judge.

Viktor bowed to Harry, “My lord,” and then left.


Mrs. Umbridge came over and curtsied said,
“Pardon me I didn't know you were a lord.”
She turned to Hermione and said with a big smile,
“How about that Jane? You, knowing a famous quidditch player and noblity.” The woman just stood there looking at them.

“Well ....Jane!! Would you join me in short walk and some dinner?” Harry asked.

“Yes my lord. Let me get my wrap, it’s getting cooler now.” She picked up the wicker basket and went to her room, put the basket on her bed and got a wrap. She returned to where Harry was waiting and followed Harry out the front door.

They walked to the park. Hermione noticed he was walking slowly, awkwardly, perhaps he hurt his leg or back the way he was carrying himself, very tall and rigid. He didn't look comfortable and he didn't look happy.

“Have you talked to my father? Or my Aunt?” Hermione asked nervously, “Are they furious with me?”

“They were worried for days. You didn't send them any word of where you were, or when you were coming home. To them, you never came home from staying the night with me. Think of how they panicked when I sent a note to your family the next day, inviting all of you to play cricket with the Woods and they thought you were still with me.” Harry explained to her in a slightly annoyed tone.

“I thought if I said anything they'd try to stop me.” Hermione said defending herself.

Hermione looked at Harry, she couldn't read his expression. Was he angry with her too or had he to been worried about her? They didn't say anything more until they got to George Inn. They were seated immediately. Harry pointed at he menu without really looking and said,
“We'll have that.”

The next moment two dishes were on the table. Small scallops wrapped with bacon, baked sweet potato, and boiled cabbage with soft rolls. Hermione’s goblet was refilled before it was even half empty. She was very hungry and was trying very hard not to gobble all of it down.

Harry barely touched his dinner. He seemed cold and aloof, but Hermione could feel his eyes on her.
Was he there to drag her home? Was he hoping if they were in a public place she wouldn't make a scene or a fuss about going back with him?

The silence between them unnerved her.

“How is Hagrid doing putting down the cobblestones,” she asked, just to end the silence.

The question surprised him, “Very well so far. You'll see the difference when you go home.” Hermione finished the last bits of her dinner.

Harry waved the waiter over and he took the dishes away.

“I feel like having a hot drink.” Harry informed Hermione putting on his robes and leaving two gold pieces for dinner, and then helped her put on her wrap. He walked out of the restaurant and out on to the street with Hermione following.

They strolled down a block or two to The Chocolate House of Coleburn, a place for the high class to mingle. Hermione was not dressed appropriately, so they put them in a dark corner of the cafe.

Again Harry chose their selections off the menu and within a few moments, there were two small cups in front of them.
The waiter came back over and greeted them,
“Good afternoon my lord.”

“ Good afternoon, Tim,” Harry said.

“Have you ever had hot cocoa miss?” Tim asked.

“I don't think so.”

“It's an excellent West India drink, the plant is called Theobramba cacao, which means ‘Food of the Gods,’” the waiter said as he poured the brown drink into the small cups. The waiter continued, “Courtesans in Italy and France drink this before meeting their lovers as it is a powerful aph...”

“That's enough, thank you, Tim.” Harry cut him off.

“This drink is considered very special to the Aztec Indians, but it was forbidden to women. I'm taking a awfully big risk letting you have some.” Harry teased, but his expression was calm annoyance.

The waiter brought over a plate with small pieces of some kind of dug up roots.

“They're truffles. Try one, they are good.” Harry said as he popped one in his mouth. Hermione did the same, as Harry watched her intensely. She expected to taste dirt with a hard root, but what she tasted was a slightly bitter powder coating the treat and a soft melting root. It was sweet and creamy and tasted very good. Harry leaned back in his chair a little more relaxed with a satisfied smile on his face.

She watched Harry drink the brown liquid. He did not add anything to it so neither did she. It too had the same flavor and it was sweet and creamy. She felt the hot drink go down her throat and warm her belly.
Hermione popped another truffle in to her mouth. Letting it melt slowly on her tongue. She felt warm and happy ...no something else. She noticed her bangs were not falling right. In fact she hadn't looked at herself in the mirror all day She wondered how she looked. She took a sip of cocoa and excused herself.

Hermione went to the powder room and used the commode.

She looked at hair. She let down her locks, brushed them out and then took her wand and wrapped it into a French twist. She pinched her cheeks, to put some pink color into them, and racked her teeth against her lips to make them redder. There was a woman standing next to Hermione who was putting light pink powder on her cheeks and some ointment with a reddish tint to it on her lips.

The woman looked at Hermione and offered her some of the ointment without saying a word, smiling. Hermione looked at it hesitantly and stuck her small fingertip into it. She glided the color across her lips. It gave her lips a nice color and shine. She looked back in the mirror and pinched her cheeks again and left feeling prettier, alluring. She didn’t know why but she wanted to be attractive and enticing to Harry.

She found herself looking into many men’s eyes on the way back to the table. She caught all of them as she looked at them and shyly looked down. For the first time in her life she was flirting. Hermione overheard their waiter talking to another customer about the hot cocoa. “…the Courtesans in Italy and France drink this before meeting their lovers as it is a powerful aphrodisiac.”

‘Aphrodisiac?’ she wondered as she made her way back to the table.

Hermione sat down and looked at Harry, sipping his drink.

He looked away from her, “How do you like the cocoa?” Looking at the other end of the cafe.

“It's very good and so are the truffles,” she said as she ate another.

“The concierge said they have a lovely garden here that's part of the Gardner House. After this, why don't we have look.” Harry suggested.

They finished the truffles and their second cup of hot cocoa then went into the garden. It was huge with all sorts of fruit trees, flowers and vegetables growing wild on vines.

‘This is how he was going to get me to come home with him. Get me homesick,' Hermione thought. She looked at Harry. She felt warm. She could feel her body ache for his body, his touch. 'God what is wrong with me?' she thought. She couldn't think straight every move and glance she did was to get his attention. Hermione bent down to look at a flower and slowly stood up in a provocative way. She wasn't trying to do it, her body had a will of it's own.

“Fountains and waterfalls help to keep everything well watered. The room is enchanted. It's always warm in here and the sun is always shining…” The concierge said as he gave them a quick tour. It was beautiful to see and smelled wonderful.

“Of course the garden looks wonderful from up there,” as he pointed to the balconies.

“Can we go up there?” Hermione asked.

“Most belong to people, but I think I know one you can use.”

Hermione looked at Harry, “Do you mind if I take a look my lord?”

“I'm coming too, “ he assured her.

The concierge guided them up a hidden stairway to the third floor.
He took out a key and opened the door to a foyer, which was a round room with marble floors and then another door to the main room. A large living room with a dining table and a sofa and off to the right was the balcony.

Hermione made her way to the balcony. The view was beautiful. She could see the fountains, the waterfalls and the colors of the flowers in the garden. The sweet smell was heavenly. The sun was still shining in the enchanted ceiling and she could feel its warmth. It was like spring.

She turned and walked toward Harry who was talking to the concierge. She wanted him to see it too.

He was standing very tall and looking very official taking off his gloves talking very quietly to the old man. Perhaps they could only stay on the balcony for a few minutes before the owners came back.

Hermione turned back to the balcony wanting to take one more good look, before they had to go back down stairs and out into the cold. She took a few steps and she heard the door close, it echoed in the high ceilinged foyer. Suddenly, the room had a different feel to it and Hermione stopped.

She didn't hear Harry come up behind her, not one foot away. Harry was leaning up against her back his face in her hair smelling her neck, he breathed out, “ Do not deny me,” kissing her neck. He swirled her around to face him. His mouth took hers in a forceful but passionate kiss.

Her knees nearly gave way. Hermione was astounded, one moment he’s cool and standoffish and the next he was kissing her.

His hands undid her buttons and the hooks on her clothes and his body nudged her up against a pair of doors she didn't even know were there. The doors opened with a kick, Harry picked up Hermione in his arms and carried her over to the bed.

He ripped off her knickers. She gasped with surprise and arousal. She felt herself get so excited and wet between her legs she blushed. Every cell in her body wanted this and needed it, needed him.

Harry didn’t even take his pants all the way off before entering her murmuring,
“At last, oh god at last.” He slid in and out. He buried himself deep inside her,
“My heaven.”

Hermione lay under him, confused not knowing what to think as he whispered in between kisses, “I’ve missed you so. I’ve ached for you for days,” he kissed her sweetly, “I’m so glad I finally found you.”

She missed him too, his smell, his touch and the way he could make her feel. But if she let him know to soon, he would win the battle and she wasn’t ready to give up her schooling yet. If he knew she was putty in his hands, she would be going back the farm, then his estate … marriage and then the disappointment of having no children for years. He’d end up divorcing her and taking another bride who could give him lots of children, his heirs. She could go back to school then and become a healer. A lot of wasted time for them both, it was best to stop it now, her mind said.

Her body was doing it’s own thing though. Her legs trembled as she felt Harry moved inside her. Her hips moved in tandem with his. Her hands wanted to glide over his skin but he had his clothes on, so she just held tight to his robes.

Hermione was biting her bottom lips smothering her moans. Harry thrust into Hermione just a few times before exploding. Half disappointed and slightly frustrated Hermione kept her head and waited for him to say something.

Harry groaned and looked at her, “Sorry, you just drive me wild. Poppy was right, I have no control when it comes to you.”

“When did you talk to her?” Hermione asked.

But his mouth was taking hers again in a way that said, 'No more talking for now.'

Harry pulled and kicked his own clothes off but took more time to undress Hermione. With each layer of clothes he removed, he caressed and kissed until he she was completely naked and he marveled at her body.

Harry gently entered her again, pushing himself as far in as possible. Hermione's hands found the flesh they were searching for and caressed his back. Her legs wrapped around his slim waist, moving with his body's rhythm.

Her body ached for more and instinctively he granted her wish. He started slowly going in and out of her, his chest against hers.

He whispered, “I'm going to make love to you all night long, Mione. I will not let you go this time until you promise to come back to me. I've waited so long for us to be together, please don't fly away again.”

He kissed and mouthed her neck. He moved down to her breast, kissed it and sucked on her soft nipple until it hardened in his mouth. Then he did the same to the other one. He hummed on her belly, his root leaving her body.
His mouth teased her bud and she squirmed, his hair tickled her thighs, his tongue licking her folds and driving into her core. His tongue whirled around her bud every now and again. After a moan Harry entered her once more and sent her mind spinning as waves of pleasure rippled through her.

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Hermione woke up to a room bathed in orange colored sunset light. Harry was sleeping nestled next to her. She rolled out of bed silently and started hunting for her clothes. Her knickers were on the floor, now a rag. Her chemise was on the bed and her dress on the floor. She couldn't find her stockings and her wrap was on the chair.

She put on her chemise, her dress and was looking for her shoes when she heard Harry sit up.
Harry said, “ Running away again?”

“I'm not running away... again ... I left you a note. I'm leaving. I have homework I have to get done,” she said not looking at him.

“Stay. You'll get your homework done later.” Harry said.

Hermione drew in a deep slow breath ... ‘This is it, time for arguing.' she thought and went back to looking for her stockings.

Harry got out of bed and walked towards her,
“Stay.” her whispered in her ear, He wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind, “I have something for you.”

He went into his pocket in his robe that was on bed and took out the handkerchief and put it in her palm. She felt several pieces in it as she carefully open the fabric.

There in the cloth were her mother’s jewelry, all of them.

“Where did you get these?” Hermione eyes widened.

“The Jewelry shop,” Harry answered, “Your father noticed them gone. But they're not enough to pay for school and board, do you still owe them money?”

“No I managed, I go to work and get all the herbs I need for free.”

“That's still not enough.” Harry's wore a worried expression on his face,

“Hermione you didn't... I mean ... Viktor adores you... but the way he looks at you,” Harry stumbled over his words. “I know he offered to help,” he continued, “did you accept?”

“No I didn't accept it,” Hermione said smiling. 'He’s jealous or worried,' she thought to herself. “I sold Draco's broom to help pay for school and my board too.”

A big smile grew on Harry's lips and a look of relief was in his face.
“Your father said your mother wanted you to use these to pay for your schooling. When he lost your mum he was devastated and he didn't know what to do. So he just kept on traveling. He said he wanted to pretend your mother was still alive. Now that he's home he didn't want you leave.”

He put his hand over hers and the jewelry and looked into her eyes,
“You keep them,” he whispered, “I am paying for your schooling now.”

She was going to ask why but she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.
“No Harry you don't have to. We're not betrothed anymore.” Shaking her head.

He put his hand to her cheek and caressed it smiling,
“I know. I'm doing it as your... benefactor?” He said in questioning tone.

“Benefactor? You mean … I'm your beneficiary?” She asked taking a step back from him.

“Sort of.” he said smiling with the tone she remembered from months ago.

And now that tone aroused her. Hermione asked innocently, “Or is that a polite way of saying you want me to be your mistress?” Her whole body was tingled with excitement.

Harry took a deep breath and panted out, “Yes.”

She stepped towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck saying “Thank you Harry”, and kissed him passionately. His arms went around her as he kissed her back.

“What made you change your mind about me going to school?” Hermione asked.

“Well, this way I can still see you and … you get to do what you want or need to do. Besides Poppy said you are the best student in the school and she wants you to be her apprentice. She said to give you some time to cool off, otherwise I might just chase you away.” He paused and said surprised, “I really didn't think you would leave your home. I should have known better, you escaped Draco ...I just didn't think you wanted to escape from me.” Harry said with regret.

“I thought you didn't write because you were angry with me. But, yes you would have chased me away. I don't like being told what to do, especially the things I want to... I thought I was going to have to fight you. That you came here to drag me home.”

“I'm not dragging you home.” He started undressing her.

She backed away, “Harry I’ve got to go home and do my homework.”

“Look outside the door in the corridor,” he said.

Hermione walked to the foyer and opened the door. There in a neat pile were her books ... and her trunk and the basket Mrs Weasley sent her.

Harry walked up behind her.

“Harry why are my things here?” she asked.

“I pay for everything, your school your clothes and...” he took her hand, guiding her back to the main room, “your apartment.”

“Harry this is too big, I don't need...” she started to say but he interrupted.

“I'll be here too some of the time and I may or we may need to entertain guests. Here you can use the kitchen and there's a big tub… and I'll get you a desk,” he said smiling at her.

“You planned all this?” Hermione asked.

“Yes…” he said going back to the door and starting to bring her things into the foyer.

“Harry! Stop, your not dressed.” She pulled him into the living room.

“No body's around” Harry laughed.

With her wand pointed out she said, “ Accio possession!” and everything landed at her feet.

“Would you like me to put something away for you?” Harry asked as Hermione was looking at her books and her assignments.

“I'll do it later.”

“I'll be mounting to you later.

“Well after that.”

“Nope ... still be making love with you.”

“After that?”

“Um. I think you might be late for school then.”

Harry showed her where things were and she put her clothes away, her books on the table and the basket in the kitchen. It was then Hermione noticed that Harry wasn't walking the same way he was earlier.

“Harry, earlier you were walking as though you were in pain, and you looked very unhappy, are you all right?”

“You noticed?”

“Yes, are you all right?”

“I'm getting better.”

“What is it.?”

He kissed her smiled and whispered,
“I had a stiff one all the time I was with you this evening. You try walking around with a hard cock and aching balls and try to look and act dignified. I'm a Lord, I have a reputation I have to up hold,” he said teasingly then he pulled her to the sofa kissing her. Playfully pushing her down, he pulled up her chemise and entered her saying, “This will sooth and ease my pain.”


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Chocolate was considered an aphrodisiac by the Aztec Indians, and as such, was forbidden to women.
Spanish Princess Maria Theresa was betrothed to Louis XIV of France, she gave her fiancé an engagement gift of chocolate, packaged in an elegantly ornate chest.


Chocolate’s reputation as an aphrodisiac flourished in the French courts. Art and literature was thick with erotic imagery inspired by chocolate. And the Marquis de Sade, became proficient in using chocolate to disguise poisons! Casanova was reputed for using chocolate with champagne to seduce the ladies

A Frenchman opened London’s first chocolate shop. London Chocolate Houses became the trendy meeting places where the elite London society savored their new luxury. The first chocolate house opened in London advertising "this excellent West India drink."

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