Saving Her; Saving Us All

Author Note: Please note the age of consent both in my home state and in the UK, which covers London and Hogwarts (someone would have asked), is 16 years of age. Hermione Granger turned 16 on September 19th of the Golden trio's fifth year. Thank you and have a nice day.

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Chapter 6


************************Sometimes Good is Fandididilyastic****************************************

Hermione PoV (SMUT)

Remus noticed that I was knackered, so he told harry they would discuss the consequences of male pregnancy another time. WE returned to the ballroom that had been used to stabilize my core and bring me back. Apparently Dobby and Winky had listened in on Poppy's lecture on the bond…and gotten right to work, because the ballroom had been transformed into a suite fit for seven. What had been retiring rooms on either side had been altered into two spacious bathrooms; both with large tubs and multi-person showers. The dais had been moved and reworked into a real bed. It looked big enough for 12. And best of all it had sumptuous coverings in a rainbow of rich jewel tones. There were even seven wardrobes.

I moved to the most feminine of the armoires and managed to find a nightgown. There was so much background noise in my head I didn't notice the lack of it in the real world as I disrobed. While I should have been self-conscious, after all this was the first time in my life I was undressing in front of anyone of the masculine gender, I did not. I was probably too busy contemplating all that I had learned earlier. I was getting ready to don my nightgown when a large dark skinned hand plucked it from my grasp. It was only then that I noticed all my men surrounding me.

"You weren't thinking of hiding your luscious body from us, were you?" Kingsley's voice was a deep, rumbling whisper and somehow managed to connect my ears and my pussy. Huh, that usually only happens around Snape.

"We understand that you are too sore for more, but I believe that full skin contact would be best for a while." Severus noted.

"Yeah, for a while…try forever" Sirius quipped. His eyes were full of laughter again; like they had been in the pictures in Harry's photo album. No longer haunted as they had been after his escape from Azkaban.

"But I'm not. Sore that is…I feel great, actually. Better than I have since before OWLS." When I shared that information six sets of eyes lit up, and I was inundated with male arousal. it seems that they had been suppressing it because they did not want to hurt me. Knowing that I was fine removed all obstacles.

Kingsley drew me to him and I realized that he was naked. They all were. He was so tall and muscled, I felt quite vulnerable pressed tight against his chest. Surprisingly I enjoyed the feeling. With the echoes of their arousal rocketing through my body, Kingsley's masterful kisses we like a match in a tinderbox. I went up in a flame of pleasure. Thankfully Harry and the twins had thought to pull back the counterpane and blankets, because Kingsley scooped me into his arms like I weighted nothing; I guess compared to him I did.

"Hermione," my name was as a prayer on his lips. "I never thought I would ever even be able to give you a hint of my feelings. I was prepared to simply play a supporting role in your life, but being able to touch you, feel you. It's like a gift from the gods." And with those words Kingsley lowered his lips to mine. I felt another body lay against my other side, and Fred began to press hot moist kisses to my neck and collar bone. Kingsley's huge hand went from kneading my breast to cradling it; offering it to Fred's questing mouth even as his own was teasing mine.

Fred sucked my nipple hard – making my back arch like a cat in the sun. "Cor, you've got great tits, Hermione." Fred made great use of his tongue and teeth. By the time I felt his Quidditch roughened fingers on my bare mons, I was dripping wet. When he slid a finger over my clit, be it by accident or design, I came; screaming my pleasure to the heavens.

"Merlin's dark heart, that was Beautiful." I heard Kingsley breathe. I could tell he was waiting on something. For a few minutes I just lay shivering in aftershocks, and basking in the feeling of overweening sexiness that the moans and groans of my men was creating in me. I turned to him with a question in my eyes. "Even the echo of your orgasm was too intense. If I don't want this over before it has even begun, I'll need a moment." Thus saying he began to kiss me deeply again.

Fred snaked his hand further down and teased me there, at the gateway to my pussy. When he drew his fingers back they were wet, and as Kingsley moved into position above me, I watched Fred lick his fingers clean. The look of joy on his face was unmistakable. "I want to eat her for days." He mumbled, to himself or to the bond at large I do not know.

I felt something exponentially larger pressing against me and some impulse had me wrapping one leg around Kingsley's hip. Suddenly a picture from someone else's eyes floated into my mind. Kingsley huge hard body covering mine. My pale foot resting against the dark curve of his ass. Even as I could see one of the most erotic images of my life, I could feel the bulbous head of his cock starting to enter me, "so tight. Fuck, so hot, so wet and so damn tight!" His voice was low and heady in my ear. Steadily he pressed forward, retreating slightly only to move further forward. He was so patient, thought I was fully healed, he made love to me as thought I were a china doll. Once Kingsley was fully buried in me I could only marvel at the feeling. If I hadn't read the ritual myself, I would have thought this was my first time. The fullness of having Kingsley's mammoth cock buried in me was better than I had even imagined. Just as he started to thrust, Fred captured my mouth.

The redhead's drugging kisses distracted me enough that Kingsley was able to keep a leisurely pace. But soon the extra stimulation began to no longer distract me but add a separate focal point. Without cognizant thought I wrapped my other leg around Kingsley and started to move my hips, grinding into his thrusts made everything even better. I motioned Fred up and took him into my mouth. He felt so heavy, hot and hard on my tongue. I will be the first to admit that I had never done this before; at least I don't think I did. I'm still fuzzy on the events during the binding. But I moved my mouth up and down sucking for all I was worth. I must have been doing a good job because Fred was enjoying it.

I felt his cock seem to grow even thicker in my mouth and then he was spurting off into the back of my throat. It was too much. I felt so naughty, wicked, and sexy; all that added to all of the amazing zinging, friction in my pussy and clit and that was it. Once more into the arms of orgasm. It was so intense I almost fainted; the edges of my vision got blurry. I hear a distant roar and was tipped into another depth of pleasure. It would seem that my joy brought on such an extreme feeling in Fred, Kingsley and myself that even the echoes proved too much for Harry and George. They were pulled into the sensation and beyond reason. They scrambled onto the bed and used my hands to jerk themselves into their own orgasms.


*******************She May Be Sexy But She Is Still A Know It All****************************

Snape PoV (SMUT)

I am honest enough to admit that Hermione Granger in the throes of Orgasm is the single most arousing thing I have ever seen. She lay there soaked in cum, twitching in aftershocks, and all I wanted to do was go over there and lose myself in her. I didn't have to look over at Black to know that he was entertaining a similar notion.

Even I was unable to maintain a stoic façade at what occurred next. Harry James Potter called his wand to him from where it rested on the top of his wardrobe, and used a modified scourgify. He called his wand from over 10 meters away; 10 meters. I glanced over at the mutt and could see that he too was shocked. Harry looked over at Sirius and I and still panting said, "couldn't control ourselves but I assume that you'd prefer to taste Mione, not us."

Well, giving credit in the appropriate situation seems to be another new trait. I must admit that Potter is right. I desperately wanted to taste Miss Granger. That desperation is only exacerbated when she wriggles her delectable body from half under a satiated Kingsley. Moving to the center of the bed, she motioned me over. I walked sedately to her side, and leaned down and kissed her soft lips. She threaded her hand into my hair; the scrap of her nails against my scalp was delicious. Almost as delicious as the taste of her sweet kiss. I growled in delight when she deepened the kiss. I do love to kiss a willing witch.

Though I know that she has very little experience, Miss Granger excelled in this aspect of her life as well. "Sexy little know-it-all." I whispered as I kissed my way to her ear. When I licked a spot right behind her earlobe, she let out a sensuous sound, half moan, help plea, and she veritably melted.

"Professor!" she breathed out on her moan. As sick as it may be, hearing my title in that tone made me grow even harder. It alsp snapped my usually iron control. I scurried between her legs like a callow youth. When I sheathed my cock in her wet, tight cunt, my eyes almost rolled into the back of my head. "Please Professor, feels so good…oh God yes…fuck me…Fuck!" The little minx wants to be fucked? Well she asked the right man.

She felt so good; my every thrust was met with a short grinding of her pelvis. I could feel a strange zing of pleasure shooting through my head every time she did so. Oh ye gods, Miss Granger has been saving her filthy mouth for the bedroom. And I'll be damned if I was going to let her continuous use of my title and pleas for more in all her varying, vulgar descriptions unman me. "Sirius stop dilly dallying and shove your dick in her mouth. Silence her or I will finish before she can reach her cum." Thank Merlin he listened.

Once again I am lead to the conclusion that Hermione Jane Granger will always be the best at anything she attempts; because if Sirius's face is any indication; she is a natural cocksucker. As I pounded into her, I was treated to the very lovely sight of her large unbound breasts bouncing beautifully. Sirius slender fingers were teasing her hard nipples. They looked delectable. The thought was no sooner entering my head before Sirius's hand was holding her pretty tit at attention for me. I ducked my head, thanking him as I latched onto Hermione's cherry red nipple.

I can tell you the exact moment when Sirius exploded, not only did I feel the echoes of his intense pleasure, I could also feel Hermione's satisfaction and joy. A few wild thrusts later ans Hermione joined him pulling me and even some of the others with her. We were all quickly asleep. Yet in my doze I could feel that Hermione was still awake. There seemed to be some worry niggling at the edge of her consciousness. "Go to sleep Hermione. You are well, your bonded are well. We all took a three month contraception potion before the ritual, and we'll continue to work on saving the world tomorrow. Rest now Minx."

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Remus PoV

"Now Harry, while it is incredibly charming of you the be willing to carry a child to spare Hermione, you need to understand the biological and magical consequences of doing so. Around three centuries ago a witch came up with a Potion/Spell combo that allows for male pregnancy. They were both late banned." I took some time to take Harry step by step through the biological process of pregnancy. Thankfully Poppy, and Matilda had helped me to become clear on some of the lesser know aspects. "Now can you tell me what are the main problems a male would have with the process of pregnancy?" I asked.

I watched patiently as he worked it through. "Well first of all there is the hormone issue. I'm guessing that the potion changes the body chemistry; but what are the long term effects of that change? And what are the long term effects of having that high a concentration of female hormones in the male body for that extended period of time. I mean I know it's done in the Muggle world, but the chap is wanting those changes to be permanent." He thought a few minutes more. "And then there is the housing issue; does the spell transfigure an organ into housing for the baby? What does the compression do? Then I imagine that the spell also turns a sperm into an egg, so is the baby carried in the scrotum? How does the bloke walk? Moreover if not, it's back to the compression issue. The Male abdominal wall is a lot denser than the females, wouldn't that hurt the baby? Can the male body ever bounce back from that?" Harry's face took on a horrified look of disgust. "How do you get the baby out? No baby of mine is going to have to swim through a river of poo to get here."

Thank you maker, the boy has seen the light. "There is also the salient fact that it creates an extreme drain of the male's magic. Every second of those forty weeks the wizard's magic is holding those changes in place. The man three hundred years ago was left a squib." I explained to him. "The Squib making component is what led to it being banned. They did allow a loophole in the law for homosexual males who are the last of their line. But that doesn't apply to you." Seeing the look on Harry's face I knew he would never try it any way.

"Madame Bones owled this morning. Pansy Parkinson's trail has been moved up to tomorrow. She only found out this morning. Someone tried to block her from learning of the change. She believes that someone is trying to keep us from attending." Harry said, changing the subject. "Snape is gathering evidence of her misdeeds at Hogwarts. He says that there is no way for Dumbledore, or anyone else, to tamper with his files of his Slytherin. But he feels that they show a clear history of petty crimes and violence.

"Minerva does something similar. However she backs up all the student files. She keeps track of all the changes made in the student's school records, as well as who made them and when. Severus keeps an extra grade book. The one he has in the desk in his class room doesn't have the charms on it to port your grades into your records. He puts the real grades in one he hides, won't tell anyone where it is. It allows hime to play the bastard without negatively affecting anyone's future." I looked carefully at the cub, something was bothering him. "You know Molly made the choice to stay at home just as you have."

"I know and while I respect the choice…I can't respect her Remus. I did, but then she stole from me; all she had to do was ask. I really believe that any person can stay at home and be a great person, but Molly's got no outside interests. She obsesses about what they don't have and if she was so concerned about money why didn't she get a job? And why does she need to smother and control her kids. Bill and Charlie are perfect, but every time she sees them she criticizes every choice they make. She acts like anyone of her children not following her plans are worthless. She is constantly trying to bully the twins into joining the ministry…that would kill them. I think she broke Percy early. He has no spirit. If it isn't written in a pre-established rule, he thinks it is the epitome of evil." Harry explained, he seems to have given this a lot of thought. "And as for Ron and Ginny. It's almost like Ginny is brainwashed. I thought she was my friend…I thought she was Hermione's friend. But no earlier she yelled at me. Apparently I was supposed to marry her. When I pointed out that we don't really know each other like that, she said it didn't matter; she knew everything about me because she had read all the 'boy who lived'."

Even I had to laugh at that. Those books were tripe; I had almost peed myself laughing the one time I read one. "That is really bad."

"Oh it gets worse, because then she said we were destined and she had loved me since she was five." The eye roll showed his feelings on that.

But I still had to ask, "She does realize that she didn't meet you until she was ten, right?"

"I pointed that out and she spouted some crap about how potter men always marry red heads, but my Grandmother Doretha was a Black, she has hair like Bellatrix. But then she said the creepiest thing ever. She said that since she looked so much like mum- I had to love her."

Okay, I just threw up in my mouth a bit. "Doesn't she realize how twisted you'd have to be…?" I couldn't even finish the thought.

"Exactly but apparently she and I have so much in common. All I can come up with was Quidditch, and having been possessed by Riddle. To which she said that since I saved her it proved I loved her. I pointed out that I saved her because she was Ron's and the twin's sister, and Arthur and Molly's daughter. All of whom at that point had been nothing but great to me. Then I pointed out that I saved Hermione first. And Ginny turned into Mrs. Black so I silenced her and walked away."

"You probably shouldn't have done that, Harry. Speaking of the lovely Miss Granger, if you want a girl like your mum, there you go. She acts so very much like Lily, and she might even be a bit smarter. All the Lily without the incestuous undertones." Harry laugh warmed my heart and made me smile. "Seriously how are you doing with the bond?"

"It's weird. I'm happy, but at the same time I feel guilty. I mean we had sex with her without her consent, or knowledge. We changed her whole life, and she had no say in it at all. But if we hadn't she wouldn't be alive. And I cannot live in a world without her in it." Harry looked at me with his soul in his eyes. "She is everything to me. But I'm waiting on the other shoe to drop. What happens when she thinks about it? The fact is that she basically lost her virginity in a gang rape, eased only by a potion. She is going to kill all six of us."

"Harry, I do not think you are giving Hermione enough credit. If she were going to look at it like that, she would have killed all of you last night. But she won't and she never will. Know how I know this? Because Gerard didn't and neither Matilda doesn't. Before we discussed it with anyone, McGonagall took the ritual to them and they dissected it and asked every question you can imagine and many you can't. and in the end they told her to see if it could be done. Do you know why?"

"Because they wanted her alive as much as we did." Harry speculated.

"Exactly. They love their daughter; and they knew that each of you did to. They know that this wasn't about any of you wanting power over her, or to humiliate her, or even just to be able to say that you'd had sex either with her specifically, or generally. You all did this because you love her and want her to have a future. If the ritual had called for each of you to something life threatening would you all have done it?" At his nod, I continued, "and didn't we look for every other possible method?" Again he nodded. "So I truly believe that Hermione would forgive you…if she doesn't just yell at you that there is nothing to forgive. Contrary to popular Victorian belief, rape isn't a fate worse than death."

He chuckled but still looked pensive. "Remus, I can tell you anything, right? Anything at all?"

"Harry there is nothing you cannot say to me. If you say something in confidence, I will never share it with anyone else. Nor is there anything you could say that would change how I feel about you. If you decide to become a Dark Lord, I'll be your lieutenant. If by some miracle I ever have children. You will still be my first cub in my heart." I assured him.

"I think the bond is playing with my mind. I'm finding stuff arousing that I really shouldn't be. I mean, I was awake first this morning, and it seemed like a good idea to get ready and get out of the way, right? Well Kingsley was still sleep, and he was mostly out of the covers, and he was lying there, half hard, and I looked at him and it was like I couldn't move…and my, well you know…it twitched." Harry's voice was a whisper by the last word.

"What twi—oh you mean? Well it could have been the bond strengthening and pulling you all to a more shared sexuality. At least one member of the bond is omnisexual, so there is that. But there is also the fact that you are very young, and just now beginning to discover your own sexuality. You could simply be a bit curious. Sixth year is usually when any experimentation starts to occur in the dorms." I didn't know what else to say, so I hoped the conversation was closed.

"Umm what does omnisexual mean? I mean I know hetero, and homo and even bi, but Omni?"

"Harry, I don't want to leave you scarred, or diminish your godfather to you in any way…but Sirius will flirt with anything, male, female, lettuce. He likes to say he has never turned down a willing fuck…he is also the only animangus I've ever met who will admit to having sex in that form." I tried to hid my blush in a laugh, but my perceptive cub saw it anyway.

"You've done it haven't you, Moony and Padfoot?" Now it was Harry's turn to laugh. His laugh carried him out of the room. I would have preferred a different ending to that conversation.

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Harry PoV

Harry's laugh settled him. He no longer cared if the bond was pulling him towards bisexuality or if it had always been there but he only liked big tall bald black men. At least he'd never done a canine. Besides, he'd never have to go back to the Dursleys' and he had people he knew cared about him. He knew he shouldn't have laughed at Remus, but he was so reticent about something that wasn't even that bad.

Harry thought long and hard about it and he figured that all the bond members – heck probably every sexual active person in the world – has some kind of bend, kink. As long as everyone was happy, and they weren't hurting kids; to each their own.

He looked into the bond and traced it to Hermione; she was getting ready to go shopping with her mother. So Harry rushed to her and apologized, he told her of the concerns he felt about how everything started. True to Remus's prediction, she felt there was nothing to forgive. But she agreed to forgive him just to make him feel better. He did.

*******************************Before You Can Bury the Hatchet, You Have To Use It First***********************

Sirius PoV

I decided to rush in where fools fear to tread. I found Severus while Harry went off to Moony for his lecture. Thankfully he wasn't in the potion's lab. "alright, I started to think about all I had to apologize to you for, and it started to get heavy so I made a list:

Tripping you on the express first year

Practicing the enlargement charm on your butt Second trem first year.

Turning your hair green, at least once a week, every week of every year of school.

Yeah, the list went on for quite a while.

268) I'm really completely, abjectly sorry for almost getting you killed by Mooney. I really didn't think about the fact that you could die, I just wanted to scare you bad enough that you'd pee your pants."

As I finish, I look at Snape and I must say I really don't like the look in his eye. I saw that look last night, Gerard looked like that right before-yeah that's broken. I clutch my nose and just stare at him. He looked at me and I looked at him. I think he cracked first bur before I knew it we were both laughing. "You know Lily always said that if we could get our heads out of our arses, we'd probably be friends. Maybe she was right?"

"She loved hearing she was right." Snape smirked. "She really was a swotty little know it all. That's part of why Petunia hated her so. She was already smarter, prettier, and better liked; add her being magical on top of that. Petunia couldn't even begin to compare."

"Yeah Petty always was an ugly bird. You know she is dead, I'm willing to let the goblins have her, or even the muggle authorities, but if they don't deal with her, I will." My mind was resolute on this subject.

"You'll have to beat me to her." He ground out; I knew his childhood had been horrible as well.

Oh well enough unpleasant thoughts. "Snape did I ever tell you that Remus calls me omnisexual?"

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Ron PoV

I hate apologizing; especially when I'm still not sure why I'm apologizing. I mean Hermione has no clue what I said. And if she doesn't know I said something boneheaded, why tell her. She's the one who said I had the emotional range of a teaspoon. So she already knows why I wasn't involved. Yeah that's a weak excuse even to me.

Ok she's back. Poor girl just got out of the hospital and her mum drags her shopping. "Hi Hermione, can we ya' know?" I gestured back to the room I had just left. I knew it was empty so I could safely humiliate myself. "I'm sorry. I acted like a right arse. I got jealous cause in my head it seemed like you were mine. I realize that not only did I never ask you if you'd be my girl, I never much acted like I liked you that way at all."

"Ron, do you know the longest we've ever gone without shouting at each other is eight days?" she had a weird look in her eyes. It was part anger, part amusement and a fraction of something I couldn't identify.

"Yeah I like fighting with you. It's almost as much fun as chess." I decided if I'm gonna apologize I'd better be honest.

"I don't like arguing with you, Ron. Not every day. I don't like nagging you and forcing you to do your work. But I count you as my friend, so I try to help you." She sounded sad.

"You do help. If it weren't for you I'd have been sent home tons of times. I'd have been held back and Mum would have killed me. We'd have never figured out what the basilisk was. I know I don't say thanks, but you really do help me tons. It's just sometimes, I hate needing the help." It's embarrassing to admit.

"You wouldn't need the help if you would just pay attention in class. Your abilities with chess show that you clearly have the potential. But Ron, you are the laziest lay about in the world. You want everything but you don't want to work for anything; and you appreciate nothing. All my life I've wanted a brother or sister, Harry has dreamed of having a family. By all rights we should envy you. But you don't see that. You see that my clothes are brand new; you see that Harry has acclaim and you get jealous. Why can't you just see what you do have? Your brothers-even Percy the Prat- they see what they want and they go after them. They work hard to achieve their goals." I could see she was waiting for me to say something.

But what could I say; she's right as always. "You're right as always. But what is left? I want to be somebody amazing. But what?"

"You know when you aren't being a jealous arse, or a bullying prat, or a bigoted brat. I think you are pretty amazing." She joked.

"So we're okay?" I asked, "Friends?"

"Yeah, we're good; friends…but Ron, of you ever turn on Harry like you did in fourth year, or on me like you did in third again…that's it. You have a bad habit of ditching your friends. Like the yanks say three strikes and you are out." With that she left. I think things will go back to normal now but…Man do I hate apologizing.


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