Mistaken Identity

Chapter 8 The Right Nee, Wrong Harry

One piece of Hermione’s dress lay on the floor, the other hanging off the edge of the bed and one long strand was around both her and Harry’s wrists binding them together as Harry thrust into her. In a fit of passion and frustration Hermione told him to rip the dress off of her body, he did, which set them in a frenzy of lovemaking including tying themselves to each other, wrists to wrists.

“Yes.” Hermione breathed out as he plunged deeper into her. The bed knocked against the wall and he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder and went deeper still with the next thrust.

Hermione’s arms were stretched above her, pushing against the headboard. It didn’t help.
With the next thrust Hermione’s head made contact with the headboard, and Harry’s nearly did.

Harry unwound his wrists from the fabric and moved down toward Hermione’s calves and pulled her from behind the knees sliding her away from the headboard.
He repositioned himself between her legs. Hermione scooted her body closer to his, blushing, feeling like a wanton woman. Harry threw both her legs over his shoulders and plowed in to her like a madman. Grabbing her forearm and pulling her body up toward him so he could thrust deeper and quicker; each thrust was harder than the last.

Harry was loosing control over himself and Hermione loved it. Her body tensed as she climaxed and she moaned and cried for more until Harry drove into her hard and released his seed deep inside her and pulled her into his ecstasy. Her body spasmed and convulsed with each of his pulses. His arms shaking, Harry gently lowered her down and then himself onto Hermione. His arms sliding between the mattress and her waist and shoulders. His mouth took hers as her body trembled with the after shocks of their vigorous love making.

Harry broke the kiss and asked,
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His tone had concern in it, “I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Hermione opened her eyes and smiled and sighed, “No.” She put her hand to his face that was moist with sweat.

As though she had woken from a dream, Hermione looked at him,
“You’re back early. I didn’t expect you for a week.”

Harry laughed aloud and kissed her forehead,
“I know. I got a howler from my Godfather on ‘how could I get married without telling him’ and ‘why we couldn’t wait’. Everyone heard it and then the looks began, the raised eyebrows, talk started and rumors flew. I had a lover who was married and I got her in the family way. I was married to a few women and had several families.”

Hermione laughed a little.
He chuckled a little and then he looked serious,
“It got out to the general public and I got worried. It got my Godfather concerned too. He owled me, he wants me to get you to London, where it’s safer.”

“Why would it be safer there? I’m fine here, everyone knows me…”

“And everyone knows you. Knows where you are. Strangers come and go here, anyone of them could be a Deatheater disguised as a friend or a guest.” He put his forehead to hers saying, “Hermione I can’t take a chance of someone nabbing you when all of this is almost over.”

“Do you think someone is after me?”

“I’m not sure. But I’m not going to take any chances. We’ll leave in the morning for London.”

“And what do we do in the mean time?”

Harry smiled running a finger along her face and whispered, “Make use of this bed and get you in a family way. At least before I have to go back out looking for Deatheaters.”

“And your Godfather, he lives with you?”

“Actually, I live with him; we only had each other. And don’t worry, he’s very nice and the house is large and has lots of room.”

“Do you think he’ll like me?”

“He’ll adore you and I’m sure you’ll become fast friends.” Harry said in her ear as he started to kiss her neck and work his way down her collarbone.
He kissed the valley between her breasts and laid his head down on her chest, listening to her heartbeat and tightened his arms around her torso, “Mmmm this feels so wonderful. Perfect.”

Hermione closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her husband’s body on hers. His soft hair tickled her skin as well as his warm breath.

~ ~ ~

The room was dark as Hermione slowly opened her eyes. The fire wasn’t lit, but she was warm. She tried to move but Harry was asleep on her chest and his arms moved to hold her tighter.
She caressed his hair and slowly motivated from underneath him to get out of bed. She stretched her legs and took a few deep breaths.

In the dim light of the moon Hermione saw Harry’s arms search the bed for her, only finding a pillow. His head popped up and he voice crackled, worry in his tone,
“HERMIONE!”

“Here,” she said to calm him.
Hermione heard him sigh in relief and rolled on to his back,
“Come back to bed. It’s cold.”

“I don’t feel cold,” Hermione commented as she climbed back in to bed.

“ I do. You keep me warm,” he said as he pulled her closer.

It took a moment for Hermione to feel his cool skin on hers,
“You are cold,” and she pull the covers up over them, “ I’ll light the fire if you want.”

Harry’s hand reached out toward the fireplace. There was a crack, pop and then flames ignited on the wood.

Hermione sank into the bed next to Harry.
His arms crossed her belly and his hand cupped her shoulder.

“What time is it?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” Hermione shaking her head.
Harry sat up in the bed and put on his glasses and focused on the window,
“Mmm. I see a hint of light on the horizon, it’s early,” he looked at Hermione,
“Can’t get a carriage for a few more hours.” taking off his glasses again.

His hand caressed her hair as he sank into the bed, his lips took hers. He was already hard as his body covered her; he nudged her thighs apart and entered her with a satisfying groan,
“ I wanted to do this all night long but I think the traveling finally caught up with me.”

“Traveling?” is all she managed to say as her mind was scrambled by his hard penis sliding deeper inside of her.

“I left a day and a half ago and didn’t stop until I got here.”

“Oh Harry! You must be exhausted,” Hermione exclaimed.

He laughed,
“It was well worth it.” capturing her lips with his. “So worth it,” he said as he broke the kiss.

Harry slid deep inside of her and she let out a gasp as a wonderfully warm wave rippled through her body, making her feel like jelly.

“Hmmm, you make the most wonderful sounds when I’m inside you.” Harry murmured in her ear.

Hermione could feel her face heat up, feeling embarrassed.

His hands pulling her closer as he looked at her face that was turning pink,
“My blushing bride,” he chuckled caressing her hot cheek, “My Hermione.” rubbing his nose against hers “Mione.” He said softly, “My Nee,” and then kissing her, he pulled himself half out of her and then slid back in to the hilt .

She moaned again.

Harry whispered, “Yes, let me take you somewhere you’ve never been before.”

With each thrust Hermione tried to muffle the noises that were escaping from her lips. With each thrust, Hermione deepened the kiss, hugging Harry closer to her.

“God you’re a piece of heaven.” Harry said with strain in his voice as he fought for control of himself.
“Oh my Nee God I love you,” he said thrusting into her body.
Another moan escaped her lips as his mouth covered it, kissing her passionately.
He broke the kiss a moment later and he whispered,
“Let me fill you my sweet, give me your self and let me worship you for your beauty and brilliance,” as he pushed still deeper into her.

Hermione tilted back her head as a wave rippled through her and she cried out,
“Yes Harry yes.”
With a few more vicious thrusts, Hermione’s body erupted with an intense orgasm and she pulled Harry down into her. He drove deeply into her and came, pulsing, pouring his seed inside of her.

They were both huffing and puffing for breath.
Hermione looked up at him. He stared at her and said grimly,
“I can’t control myself with you. Please say you are all right and that I didn’t hurt you?”

She smiled “No Harry I’m fine, a little sore maybe, but .. you’re a very loving man, a very passionate lover. And I’m not a fragile flower; I will not wither or break at the enthusiasum of your loving.”

“I feel like a man in the desert, dying of thirst and you’re cool well water that I can’t get enough of,” he told her.

Harry laid his head next to Hermione’s and started talking,
“I’d like to get the earliest carriage to London. It shouldn’t take more than a day if we leave with the first carriage and the weather is good and the roads are cleared.”
Harry yawned.

“Well, why don’t I take a bath get dressed and then sneak downstairs and get us some breakfast,” she said as she got off of the bed.
“That sounds wonderful,” stretching his body out in all directions.

“What would you like to eat?” Hermione asked.

“Anything. I ate bark and dry leaves in the woods. Anything you find would be great.” closing his eyes and sinking his head into the pillow.

“Fine…” she laughed “ I’ll send up some beetles.”

Without missing a beat Harry added,
“Beetles, with a spot of butter and salt? Makes them extremely tasty.”

“That disgusting.” Hermione laughed out.

“Anything is better than nothing when you haven’t eaten for days.” he commented with a serious tone to his voice.

“Oh Harry.” She said going to him wrapping her arms around his neck as he lay there.

His arms went around her shoulders,
“It’s all right, I survived. It made me a stronger person, and makes me realize how lucky I am to be alive and .. lucky that I have you.” embracing her.
Hermione kissed him.

Hermione bathed as quickly as she could and got dressed in her work clothes as Harry slept a few feet away; she got out the copper ring and tied the ribbon around her neck.

She heard Harry say something in his sleep and went to him and touched his cheek.
He opened his eyes and smiled, “ Hmmmm I love your touch.”

“I’m going down stairs, I should be back in a bit.” she said softly and kissed his forehead as he closed his eyes and inhaled her scent.

Hermione walked into the kitchen to see that Mrs. Figg had started the morning meal. Porridge was warming in the large pot and the bread was cooling in the rack. The sausages were spitting and sizzling in a big pan in the fire, next to the potatoes that were smoking up a storm. Hermione rescued them before they burnt.

She put on the kettle for tea and got out the jams and butter out of habit.
Mrs. Figg was startled when she saw her coming out of the cellar.

“Good morning Mrs. Figg.” Hermione said.

“Hermione you’re not supposed to be working now. You’re leaving today.. aren’t you?”

“Yes I was just .. getting some food for us to have in our room. And out of habit got some things out and started.” Hermione admitted, blushing.

“Why thank you Hermione and you didn’t have any dinner last night, did you?” looking at her Hermione as though she was starving, shaking her head.

“No, I wasn’t really that hungry I guess.” Hermione said

“Well you must eat before a long trip. There may not be anyplace to stop on the way and you need to keep your strength up.” she looked at Hermione with a worried look,
“That husband of yours’ looks like he is wearing you down. You’ll be like Hanna in no time.”

Hermione made a tray with porridge, bread with butter and jam, sausages, potatoes and tea. She carried it up the stairs and into their room; putting it onto their small table.

Harry wasn’t in the bed and she peeked in to the washroom. He was in the tub reading a letter or inspecting it was more like it.
Hermione walked into the washroom and said,
“Your breakfast is here sir.”

Harry glanced at her for a second and just waved his hand as if to dismiss her and kept looking at the letter, “Just leave it on the table and get out.”

Hermione felt a rage flowing through her body. She waited to see if he was teasing and then she noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses.

“Harry? Where are you glasses?” Hermione asked.

Harry looked at her as though he didn’t recognize her, “ Hermione?” and he squinted looking at her, “Sorry …. why are you dressed like a servant?”

He sounded strange to Hermione’s ears.

“It was clean, and I don’t have many dresses.” she said feeling defensive.

“Well we will have to get you new clothes.” Harry said as he put down the letter,
“Hand me a towel would you pet?”

Hermione picked up a towel and handed it to Harry who was still in the tub.
Harry stood and smiled at her as he ran the towel over his body.

“Darling could you help me find my glasses?” Harry said his voice low and smooth; an odd tone of voice for him. But he looked a little tired and maybe he was coming down with something.

“Sure Harry,” Hermionesaid.
She started looking around the tub and on the table and chair and shelf.

She looked back at him and he was staring back at her, focused on her. His eyes were dark but looking at her oddly. He smiled, “ Have you found them yet?”

“No Harry I’ll look in the other room.” Hermione told him as she went to look for them.

The hairs on the back her neck were standing straight up and all her instincts were telling her that something wasn’t right.

Hermione looked on the table chair and on her trunk.

“Find them yet Dearest?” his voice sang.

“No not yet. Why don’t you dress and eat. Your glasses couldn’t have just disappeared.” Hermione commented as she looked under the bed for his spectacles.

Harry had wrapped the towel around his waist and sitting, looking at the tray of food.
He looked confused or disgusted at the meal in front of him.

Hermione sat on the bed pouring the tea,
“We better eat it before it gets cold.”

Harry looked at the bowls,
“What’s that?”

“Porridge. Are you alright Harry?”

“Fine,” he said looking nervous.

He started to eat and a pleasant smile curled his lips,
“Its good.” He said surprisingly.

“Thank you.” spreading jam on the warm bread and biting into it.

Harry sat back eyeing her in a strange way. Looking her up and down.

“I can’t image what happened to your eyes glasses.” Hermione said to break the silence.

“Hmmm. Yes I wonder where they could be. I will have to get a new pair once we get home. But I’m afraid you may have to help me a bit I’ll have to give you the money to buy the tickets for our passage.”

“Of course I’ll help. I don’t think the carriages are boarding this early.”

“Carriages? Oh yes carriage. A nice long carriage ride.” Harry said as though he was rethinking the idea.

Hermione stared at Harry. Something wasn’t right.
He looked back at her and looked frustrated, then he went over to a pair of pants and took out a timepiece. “Well my darling we should pack up our things and make ready for our departure,” and slipped his breeches on.

Rising off the bed Hermione walked toward the door and said,
“I have to make sure I haven’t left anything upstairs I’ll be right back.” and she turned to go and Harry’s hand stopped her.
She turned to face him. He gazed at her face,
“A kiss before you go Darling?” He said aloud, very loud so a person walking by the door could hear. He kissed her on the mouth. There was no warmth in the kiss and when his tongue parted her lips and darted into her mouth it was more of a slap or a human version of a bee sting.

Hermione broke the kiss as his hand caressed her shoulder and his fingers were knitting through her hair.

Her hand went to her lips and she murmured, “I’ll be right back,” feeling his finger combing through her locks. She felt a pull about her neck and the caress of the ribbon moving against her skin.

She heard a ting sound as the ring fell to the floor. Hermione turned to see where it fell.
It rolled toward Harry and he stepped on the ring to stop it.

Hermione went to kneel down to get it, but Harry picked it up first.
He stood up looking at it, “ What is it?”

“What do you think it is Harry,” Hermione softly laughed out.

Having the ribbon still in his hand, he gave back both as through he didn’t know what to do with them, “Here is your ribbon and charm.”

She took them and put them in her pocket, her mind confused her body started shaking.

Hermione heard a thud from the wall, as she opened the door.
She stepped out in to the hallway when she heard something breaking in the room and the door slam shut.

Things were being moved or thrown around the room. Hermione heard Harry shouting again and grunting.

Hermione turned, grabbing the doorknob and tried to turn it but it was locked.
Hermione heard Harry fall and something wood, breaking.

“Harry, Harry!” she yelled banging on the door, “Let me in.”

Hermione pulled out her wand, “Aholamora.” The door clicked open.

Hermione pushed the door. There she saw Harry bare-chested, being strangled up against the wall by a half naked man.

“NO!” she screamed and then she gasped when the half naked man turned towards her and it was Harry.

Both men looked at her and then started struggling, fighting again. The Harry on the wall kicked the other Harry and then jumped on him. They started rolling around the floor. Hermione not knowing which was her husband and who the other Harry was; a Deatheater she supposed.

Her wand was out pointed but she didn’t know who to threaten or rescue. One man looked at her and yelled, “Him, curse him!”

The other said, “It’s me Hermione. Freeze him.”

The one said, “Stun us both,” and she did, but didn’t see who suggested the idea of stunning them.

~ ~ ~

Hermione sat on the bed looking at the tied up unconscious men sitting on the floor in front of her. One started to stir, he looked up at her squinting, “Hermione! You’re all right? Untie me quick, I have to send word to the others.”

Hermione sighed in relief and she undid Harry’s binds.
Harry got up and kissed Hermione’s forehead and grabbed the wand out of her hand.
Hermione glanced at the other man who was now waking up. He looking toward her, a worried expression on his face as breathing out,
“My Nee.”

Hermione’s body tensed and straightened up as the other Harry wrapped his arm around her waist from behind her. She closed her eyes, ‘I untied the wrong one.’

The man behind her pointed the wand into her temple,
“Damn shame Potter, I was having fun showing you who was stronger and smarter. Now that I have your pet, should I kill her now or fuck her first?”

Hermione gasped, her eyes wide open.

“Should I do her on the bed or on the floor next to you to give you the best view?”

Hermione shook her head, tears welling in her eyes with terror as he looked at her.

“Leave her out of this Malfoy. This is between you and me let her go,” he said in a desperate tone. “It’s me you want to kill.” Harry hissed his teeth clenched.

“I think I found your weakness. I can torture you by torturing her.” Malfoy pushed the wand into her neck and down her shoulder. Holding her still by the shoulder with his other hand. Harry tried to hide his worry but gasped when Hermione let out a soft cry wincing away from the point of the wand.

Harry’s face went pale, “NO. Leave her out of this Malfoy. You touch her …”

“And you’ll what?.. Fall and mash your nose on the floor and bleed on me?” Malfoy said loosing his grip on Hermione. Laughing.

Hermione took the ring out of her pocket and dropped it behind her next to Malfoy’s foot there was a loud ping.

“Oh! My ring” Hermione cried out and she went down to retrieve it and once she was on the floor she turned toward her captor and punched him in the groin as hard as she could.

He went down on to his knees like a cut down tree, gasping for breath, and dropping the wand.

Hermione picked up the wand. Hermione stood and punched the kneeling young man in the jaw, knocking him out. “Petrificus Totalus.” she spoke to ensure he didn’t endanger them again.

Harry smiled at her, “ Could you?” leaning forward to suggest she untie him.

“I’m so sorry Harry. I couldn’t tell you apart,” she said as she undid his binds.

He pulled her into a tight embrace sitting on the floor.

“Thank you for saving me. It’s my fault this happened. I should have gotten you out of here last night. I had a feeling something like this might happen.”

He got up and went to the closet where the door was broken,
“You’re all packed right?”

“Yes.” the young witch said as she followed her husband.

He picked up his glasses off the floor of the closet placing them on his face, “Ah, that’s better.” He looked at her and smiled “How can you look more beautiful this morning than you did last night?”

Hermione blushed.

“You’re alright? He didn’t touch you?”

Hermione small smile curved her lips and shook her head, “ No.” The smile faded a moment later remembering Malfoy’s kiss. Her fingers tips came to mouth touching lips and then turning her knuckles to her mouth she wiping her lips hard as she turned away from Harry, “ He just kissed me.”

He took hold of her arm and gently spun her around to face him. Harry's fingers went to her lips tenderly, “ He kissed these lips. These precious petals.”

She nodded.

Harry tenderly kissed her upper lip and then her bottom lip and then both at the same time, “ Do they feel better now?”

“A little,” Hermione commented.

Harry continued to kiss her lips for a few more moments, “ and now?”

Hermione's eyes opened and her face was hot, “Yes much better,” knowing Harry had to get a message to his leaders and they had to catch the coach.


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