The Contract

The Contract: Chapter Nine– A Mother’s Love and Friend's Trust


by rdwind

Disclaimers are in Chapter One.

Warning: Het sex ahead...


Chapter Nine – A Mother’s Love and Friend's Trust


To say that Molly was not pleased was like saying the Sahara was just a desert. Remus slouched at the kitchen table, lost in his memories. He had hoped that James had given up on the insane idea of Harry and Draco. Over the years he had thought of the ‘contract’ only a few times, but since he had basically been exiled while Sirius was in Azkaban, it had not played a huge part in his life.

Now, realizing that it had come to fruition, he felt the guilt over his lack of action overwhelming. Molly’s accusation that he could have, in some way, prevented this, or warned this child of his best friends was ludicrous. How was he supposed to have known that James had continued on? And now, because he had not successfully talked James out of the madness, Harry was gone.

They all three knew where Harry was. He had to be at the Malfoy Manor. Remus sincerely hoped that Lucius, for once in his life, had kept his word to James and told his son to be gentle. The blood, he knew from his research in the early months of the conversation would be used to seal the two in a relationship.

Not a relationship of equals, but of literal Master and Slave. He cringed at the thought of what Harry’s personality would do when it was forced into submission. His magic was strong and depending on whether he had fought the contract, and how his first time had been would determine how the year went.

Remus looked up when he saw a quill moving furiously across a piece of parchment. A pause here, a rewrite there and Molly had finished the letter. Rolling and sealing it, she called for Pigwidgeon to take the letter to Harry Potter, at the Malfoy Estate.

“I have informed them that I will be at the Malfoy Estate at Five O’clock to see Harry to give him his birthday gifts that he did not open before he was taken.” Arthur smiled at her cunning. “I may see about returning his wand to him while I am at it.” Her blue eyes betrayed nothing but mischief and Remus realized where the twins learned their craft.


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As Pig flew across the United Kingdom, heading off to Wiltshire, Hermione lay curled in Ron’s arms. She was supposed to camp in Ginny’s room, but after they had returned from their area of the search, she found she needed comfort. She lay away thinking of the different books she would need to procure in order to do the proper research to find their friend. With Voldemort gone, she knew that it would have to be one of the death eaters and they had forced him to write the note.

Ron had stayed awake for a long time as well, listening to Hermione’s breathing, knowing she was not awake but also knowing that she was not going to talk or listen. Any words spoken between them had long since faded away. If he hadn’t continued to stroke her arm while he held her close, she would not have known he was awake.

Finally, near dawn, the two fell into a trouble sleep. Close and secure, plotting and planning, each in their own way, for their best friend’s return.

Near mid-morning, Ron woke, still holding a sleeping beauty in his arms. Smiling, he realized that he was extremely aroused. Which of course led to extreme embarrassment.
Hermione was spooned against his front. Her perfectly curved back arching in a dream against him. Aggravating the already horrible situation.


He knew she was asleep. Her long, thick brown hair resting across her beautiful face as her breathing continued to be normal. He couldn’t see her face from this angle, but knew if she kept pushing against him, that he would explode. And then, he thought he could just Avada himself and get it over with.

He did not see the flicker of a smile as she felt the hardness between them almost pulse when she moved against him. Knowing he was trapped against her, she pulled the arm that was surrounding her tighter and gave a soft moan in her ‘sleep’. She heard his breath hitch from behind her.

She moaned a small quiet moan that she hoped he would take as a pleasurable sound. Of course, she could not be sure, but she thought the hardness twitched just a bit when she did make that sound. She wondered for a moment if she moved against him…


Her lower half was covered by a pair of denim shorts; not too tight or too short, but perfectly Hermione. She made the most perfect morning noises and for a moment, he wanted to know what she was dreaming about. He moved, just a bit to put some type of friction on his aching erection. When he pushed forward, she pushed back and almost sighed. He tried this a few more times, just to hear her reaction.

It was consistent, he pushed, and she pushed back. His hardness bit into her low back, his cock head, still concealed beneath several layers of clothing, found the belt loops just perfectly, she moaned. He said her name, ever so quietly, so lightly that no one else could have heard it. And he was certain he heard her breathe in a bit faster.

The rutting against this beautiful woman was making him a crazy man. He cock throbbed in almost pain, his desire pushing his potential embarrassment aside. Pulling his hand free, he moved her hair until he could see her long neck, arching gracefully into the ear. The tiny stone in her lobe made him weak. He slowly, painfully, closed his mouth on her neck. Small tentative kisses he placed, each punctuated by the small thrusts he made.

She felt his hands wrap gently in her hair. Knowing that he was nervous, she stayed still as if still asleep. Sure that if she moved, he would leave her and be difficult to talk later that day. Unable to make a wonderful situation awkward, she stayed right when he wanted. Trying to control her breathing as she felt the first kisses against her skin. Tingling in places that she had only known about because she lived in a dorm with Lavender and Parvati. A hellish combination if one was a prude.

Unable to control herself by the third tiny kiss, she arched her back against him. Her voice, raspy from the tears of worry made the word sound husky, “Ron… please…”

“What do you want ‘Mione?”

She wasn’t sure how to answer. Those lips keep kissing her. His hands to keep touching her. Keep making her thinking fuzzy. There was heat pooling in her crotch and dampness` on her panties. With her mouth slightly open, she moaned and moved against him again. “Please…”

She was not even sure for what she was asking. His arms grasp her tighter. The hand holding her hair released and moved to stroke her arm for a moment, just before wrapping around her waist and pulling her forcefully against him. He moved, a bit faster this time. His breath, still on her neck sent chills down her back and landed squarely where she could feel him.

“Ron…” she loved the way his arms circled her. Kept her safe. Made her feel… pleasure.


He was going to cum, right her against the woman he loved but had not even kissed properly. Please, Merlin, let her understand. he thought desperately. He could not have stopped if he had to now. He was so close, his balls so tight. Her body felt so hot against his, even through the clothes. His hips moved faster, the friction ruining any chance of stopping. It just felt so… perfect. “Oh… Merlin…”

And then it was over. He was emptying himself all over her back and his inside his shorts. He panted against her, unable to speak. Somewhere in his blood-deprived mind he heard her whisper, “Thank you Ron.”

With a smile, and unable to figure out what she was talking about, he smiled as if on Muggle drugs and relaxed. Falling back into a deep sleep, holding a panting woman in his arms. He hadn’t even realized that she, too, had an orgasm.

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He woke some time later to the shouts of his mum for him to wake. After sitting straight up in bed, he noticed that one, he was alone, and two, he was clean. Unable to clear his head enough to know if it was all a dream or real, he made for the loo, got dressed and went downstairs.


“Hullo everyone.” He said with a half yawn. Hermione blushed. ’So, it wasn’t a dream then… he thought to himself.

Tea and a late breakfast were interrupted by a beautiful eagle owl swooping in through the kitchen window. It dropped into his mum’s lap, swooped and left the room.

It took a few moments for her to read the note, then reread it, before declaring that she didn’t care what he wanted, she was going anyway. Looking to Hermione, he recognized a determined look on her face to say that she agreed with whatever his mum was ranting and raving about.


“Uhm, I guess I missed something?” He asked, almost with hesitation.

“Yes, Ronald Weasley you most certainly have!” His mother’s tone was sharp and cut through the room. Flashing him a bit of anger, she told him that she had sent a note demanding to see Harry.

“Where is he?” Just as a second note was dropped from a second owl of the morning. Ignoring his mum for a moment, he unrolled the scroll to see Harry’s familiar scratch.

Ron,

I know by now, your mum is on a tirade about rescuing me. But please try to talk her out of it. I am asking you, as my brother and friend, to trust me. I may not know all of what is going on, but I am trying to figure it all out.

He isn’t hurting me, and for the first time, I feel like I am in some type of control of my life. I am beginning to understand a lot of things and I just need a bit more time. He has agreed to certain things and I want time to sort this out. Please, trust me. I need to figure this out on my own.

--Harry


He reread the letter twice before speaking. “Mum, can I see your letter?”

“What?” She paused in mid shriek. He repeated the question. She nodded and handed it to him. Hermione assessed him with a shrew, almost calculating look.

Mrs. Weasley and anyone else who may be reading this letter,

Thank you for wanting to check on me. I had wondered if, perhaps, my dad had discussed the situation with Remus. I am guessing that is where the information came from anyway.

Although I know your intentions are honest and that you love me, I must ask this of you:

Please leave me alone and let me get a few things settled before you come in with wands drawn. I will owl you, or come to you, or have you over next week. But for now, please just stop trying to see me.

--Harry

Once again, Ron reread the letter he was sent and after laying them both on the table, met eyes with Hermione. He zeroed in on his mum who was putting the final touches on to leave the house for some type of important meeting. Calmly, he drew his wand and Stupefied his mother.

When she hit the floor, he calmly walked over to her, made sure she couldn’t move, and lifted her. Walking without words, he took her to her room and left her in bed. He would wait until he could talk to his dad before he removed the spell.

He returned to the kitchen and sat across from a shocked Hermione. “Harry asked me to trust him. He asked her to trust him. All he wants in a little time to get things sorted out. I am going to trust him and she isn’t going where ever he is.”

Taking a deep breath, Hermione told Ron all she knew of where Harry was and what was happening. She expected Ron to jump up, revive his mum and rush to Harry. Instead, he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms.

“What do you know of Life Debts?”

“When one wizard owes another a Life Debt, there is the option of writing a contract to repay that debt.” Ron nodded. “And when those terms are agreed upon, they are… Oh God, Ron, they are unbreakable.”

“Now, Harry is stuck in a Wizard’s Contract. He could have wiped it out with the debt he had with Lucius Malfoy, but probably did not have enough Wizarding education to know that. Even if he did, Mr. Malfoy probably told him he couldn’t and since he didn’t know any better, he agreed to the terms of the contract.

“This is why purebloods can pull things off, Muggleborns, are not reared with the same knowledge that Half-bloods or Pure-bloods are. No offense, of course love.” She blushed. “He is there and trying to make the best of a bad situation. He has asked that I trust him and let him be for a while. He asked the same thing of mum.

“I have to trust that he will contact me when he needs me. And I have to believe that the ferret knows what will happen to him if he fails to meet the terms of the contract.”

Hermione looked at him. He had never been what one would call reasonable. He was the one that was most likely to blunder in where angels feared to tread. Now, sitting here, calmly explaining that he trusted his other best friend was a bit mind boggling. “Ron, are you seriously considering just leaving him there? Not even checking on him?”

Ron’s chair hit the floor when he stood. His face flushed with anger, his voice, strong and stead, but hinted with that anger. “Blimey, Hermione, you think I want to do this? You think I don’t want to go rescue our best friend from that slime? You know me better that that. But one thing I have learned in our six-year friendship, is that I have a dark-haired brother named Harry. He is smart and cunning as any Slytherin I have ever met.” He leaned on the table and looked at her in the eye. “I pity the Malfoys. If they have lied to him or violate whatever he agreed to, he will bring every curse down upon that house. And as much as I would like to see it, I want to be safe too.

“Give him a week to let him get settled. That’s what he asked for and it is what we are going to do.”

”But Ron, he isn’t even gay?”

“Gay? Well, I can see why being with Malfoy wouldn’t make him exactly happy, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“Gay, as in homosexual, you idiot. Harry doesn’t fancy BOYS!”

“Fancy Boys? Gay is Homosexual? Is that something that you were taught in the Muggle world?” She blanched. “Well, here’s a news flash for you: Most wizards are bi-sexual at the least, and there are a fair few that don’t like witches at all. And it is accepted here. There are no prejudices against it. Don’t you know that?”

“How can there not be prejudices against it when too many same sex relationships would reduce the amount of children in this world?”

Ron snorted, sat down and looked up at her. It was rare for him to have the upper hand in any conversation with Hermione Granger. It was even more rare for him to realize it before he opened his mouth. So he took a moment to savor it before answering her. He watched as the look of victory swept over her beautiful face.

Then, just when she was sure she had won the argument, he dropped his news “Wizards can have children.” She looked dumfounded. “Wizards, males with magical ability, can get pregnant, and carry their lover’s child, give birth, and still remain a male.”

“You’re having me on, Ron. That’s not possible. Men don’t have anywhere to carry the child.”

Ron stood, calmly and walked to the bookshelf. After perusing it for a few moments, he returned with a book titled, What To Do When You Are Expecting. He opened it for a few moments, flipped to a page and handed it to Hermione.

When a Wizard become pregnant; it is a bit more painful than a Witch. The small organs to carry a child grow and push the regular ones aside. It is believed that it was from the 1400’s during the Muggle persecution, that this became the standard in order to keep the Wizarding Lines alive…

Ron watched as Hermione read the page. Her eyes widened as she learned something that was completely beyond her imagination. When she looked up, her mouth was hanging open. “But…” she spluttered.

“You know what? I never thought I would hear myself say this out loud. But that’s why Voldemort was so successful. He learned the ways of the Wizarding world. He played on our fears and knowledge. He wanted the Muggleborn children that knew nothing of our world to stop bringing their prejudices into it. You know I don’t agree with him or his way of going about things, but dad and I have spoken about how anyone could have gotten that powerful. It was because he wanted to purify our world of the anger and Muggle beliefs that are distorting things like ‘childbirth’ and what did you call them? Oh, Gays.”

“But, Ron,” Clearly trying to reestablish her authority on every subject, “its wrong. Homosexuality is just wrong. And to have it forced upon you when you don’t swing that way makes it so much worse.”

“I don’t know why you think it is wrong, Hermione. There are few men in our world that have not, at least a little bit, swung that way. Harry is no different. I don’t know for a fact, but I have often wondered why Cedric’s death affected Harry so much.

“I do know that Sirius and Remus were a couple for many years. Even Professor Snape has little use for females. I even wondered if maybe he had a crush on James and that was why he hates Harry so much.”

Standing and stretching, he looked down at the woman sitting at the table. “I have to Floo dad and discuss this all with him. Please don’t revive mum until he is here. Since Gin is with the twins this morning, you are the only chance she has of getting out of there.” She nodded slowly, looking at the man in front of her in a new light.

Had something happened overnight to make him an adult? Was the orgasm he had this morning made him more than he was before? Or was she just wrong and he was going to gloat? “I won’t Ron, I promise.”

And just before she could look away from him and continue reading her book, he knelt beside her, “I don’t like men ‘Mione. I do, however, like you, very much.” And although he blushed like mad when he said it, she still bent just a bit and kissed him on the lips, whispering that she liked him too.

He would spend the next few minutes talking through the floo to have his dad return home and deal with his mum, just before packing his school trunk, just in case he had to move out over the whole fiasco.

~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~