Saving Her; Saving Us All

Pairings: Hermione/Multi; Luna/Ron; Tonks/Remus; Ginny/Neville

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, and a bunch of people who are not me. I make no profit from this story and suing me would only yield a whole bunch of well-loved books.

Content Disclaimer: This story contains sex, smut, Lemons, Limes, however you want to say it. If you do not like that Then keep on looking.

Distribution: Anyone who wants it. Just let me know and give credit where it is due.


Spoilers: Up through Order of the Phoenix

Summary: A forgotten Prophecy may give be the key to ending the second war with Voldemort.

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AN:

To address those who claim that this story contains pedophilia; it does not. Hermione is clearly a physically and emotionally mature young woman. Beyond that given the culture represented in the Wizarding world, the culture of Victorian England; she would be 6 to 18 months away from her debut season. During which she would be expected to find a husband. The men looking for a bride amongst the debutants would have all been over the age of 30, and in many cases over 45.

Furthermore Snape, Sirius, and Kingsley are in their early 30s. Had the need not arisen for them to come forward they would never have known. Given the average life span of a nominally powerful wizard they all rank as mid to late 20's. I have read marriage law fics where Hermione has been paired with each of the above men. So I take it that formalizing the relationship makes it all better. Fine keep reading.

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CHAPTER 8

A Coup & A Revelation

The next few days around Grimmauld Place were filled with a flurry of planning and organization. Snape took some time to meet with the Goblins, and was now formally addressed as Lord Prince. The bond was stabilizing much faster than Poppy had imagined. The seven of them only needed full reaffirmation once a day. They often slipped away from the others for what Hermione had termed Partial Reaffirmation. The Partial Reaffirmation usually occurred in groups of three or couples. The gentleman would signal Hermione, either through the bond or with eyes filling with unappeased desire.

Hermione discovered a love of performing fellatio, the feel of one of her lovers on her tongue and even in the gateway to her throat could excite her even when she was in a hurry to return to the plotting and planning taking place in the Library. She noticed that each of her lovers had different places they would leas her, and different kinks, if you would. Harry the world's most private person, often leads her to the places with the most foot traffic. There is something arousing about being found with a mouth full of cock, or in Harry's case fanny, by the Order's Mother figure.

Sirius never signals Hermione out of a room, he prefers to find her after she has left one of the others. He watches through the bond and as soon as she has a cunt full of one of his bondmates, he finds her and drags her off. She loves the soothing yet thoroughly exciting feel of his tongue on her swollen folds as he sucks her clean. His hands clenching on her ass cheeks as he fought to maintain his own control in the face of the echoes of her orgasm. Then and only then does he allow Hermione to slake his own hunger.

Kingsley's fetish fit very well with Harry's, one like to watch and the other liked an audience. The twins were startling different in their tastes. Fred sincerely loved anal. He felt sure that it was simply the sexy firm roundness of Hermione's globes that made fucking her bum so tantalizing. George was a breast man, his joy was finding an empty bedroom stripping Hermione naked and sliding his hard cock between her luscious tits until he could barely stand it. Then he would sheath himself in her warm pussy and drive them both to orgasm.

Despite all the distractions, despite having to slip Molly calming draughts every time she caught Harry and Hermione, everyone was readied within five days after Pansy's trial. Working in concert with Moody, McGonagall, Bill and Arthur Weasley and Remus Lupin; the bondmates scheduled a meeting to advance the efforts to defeat Voldemort.

The meeting was held in the large Formal Dining room at Grimmauld Place. Dobby and Winky had worked wonders at the manor during the time Hermione was hospitalized. Kreacher had been dispatched by Dobby and Winky, as soon as they had found out about his betrayal of Harry and Sirius. Since Sirius had taken his place as head of the Black family, he'd done away with Dumbledore's fidelius. Instead he relied on the family wards. Wards so strong only Sirius, himself, could give permission for them to be crossed. The Black family had the darkest wards in the Wizarding world. He had disowned two and had brought Tonks and her mother back into the family. Narcissa was still listed in the family rolls, but she couldn't bring anyone with her into them without Sirius's express consent. No one could make a portkey pass the wards with the exception of Sirius himself.

The most important members of the Order of the Phoenix, and almost the entire DA were invited. Those order or DA members who were ineffectual or too thoroughly cowed by Dumbledore were excluded. All those that were invited attended. Many of the DA members were accompanied by one or more parent. Dobby, Winky, Axbreaker and Sharpclaw, the goblin cursebreaker, rounded out the party. The leadership of this new group resided not in one man, but in a group of nine.

The meeting was chaired by Alastor 'Mad Eye' Moody and Professor Minerva McGonagall; but the Leadership Board's other members were Arthur and Bill Weasley, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter and Matilda and Hermione Granger. Fred, George, Kingsley and Sirius were in the very front row, near them sat the rest of the Weasleys and Luna and Neville.

*****Harry Pov*****

The first question we received of course came from a Ravenclaw DA member. It never fails in any situation where Hermione has all the answers; Ravenclaws always get in the first question. If they are on the same level as my Mione, she beats them to the punch every time. "So we're breaking completely from Dumbledore then?"

I growled. They heard it. I didn't even try to cover it. I think that only Sirius, Arthur and I heard Remus growl as well. "There is nothing to be said about Albus 'I have way too many damned names' Dumbledore. The last war was fought his way; that's why we are fighting another now. If you want him, you should leave."

Moody chuckled a bit. "Kid's right. Last war and this time in this war, all the good guys have done is cower and react. Voldemort and his set took the upper hand and we let them keep it. because all too often we information and we either didn't make use of it, or we were so busy trying to keep our hands clean we may as well not have been there. We had Deatheaters in custody and they were allowed to buy their way out. Well no more! If we are in a spell fight with them, they will be throwing AKs, we are not gonna just throw stunners back."

"We no longer have a spy in the dark lord's inner circle; however we do have another way to gather information from them. This new manner is far safer and much more reliable. None of you need to know what that method is. Not because we like being secrets, but simply because some aspects of war are best used if they are secret." Snape explained.

"And make no mistake. We are at war. The Dark Lord cares not who he and his side kill in his quest for power. He lies to even his highest generals. He is not this god like figure. He is a petty tyrant." McGonagall continued.

"He is a weak willed, but magically powerful old man scared of death. He has worked very hard to hide that fact from everyone. We will be working to undo the evil he has done to stave off death. What we need you to help us do it to take away his power structure." Arthur told the assembled crowd.

"Some of you live and work primarily in between the worlds. You will coordinate with me. I am Matilda Granger. Hermione Granger's mother; yes I am a muggle… I am in charge of helping decide what the targets in the muggle world are most likely to be and setting up protections and coordinating responses. The goblins have agreed to help us with this."

"Those of you with in roads in the Ministry will help us to root out the rampant corruption there. We will be working with Amelia Bones, and Augusta Longbottom to get rid of the Deatheaters on the Ministry payrolls." Hermione explained.

"Aurors and Hit wizards, you will be helping to train us all on how to appropriately respond to an attack. You will create your teams and lead them when we get intelligence that takes us against the Death munchers." I told the group.

"We will also work on bringing together more of the Sentient species as our allies. Right now we have the goblins and Dobby and Winky. But we could use the assistance of the Centaurs at the very least in protecting Hogwarts. We need to try to at least ensure the neutrality of the werewolf and vampire clans." Remus said.

"Those of you who want to help, but do not have the abilities to help in combat situations, you can help by learning healing, potion making. You can help by helping us get ready for after the war. Help us unearth Voldemort's sympathizers; those who help him financially or politically, but who do not bear the dark mark." Snape said smoothly.

"In order for peace to become lasting, we must make changes to our society across the board. We must do way with the idiotic pureblood ideas that are causing cultural, genetic and intellectual stagnation. There are bloodlines so inbred they no longer produce viable offspring. We must stop the beliefs that make people feel that this is ok or even desirable; or we will die out in two to three generations." McGonagall said stridently. "We have to change even our education system. What was once the premiere school in the Wizarding world, is now simply a bastion that allows the Purebloods to feel superior. The Muggle Studies curriculum hasn't been changed in over a century. We can no longer blend, and that threatens the statute of secrecy. Even in what can only be termed a watered down curriculum, the first and second generation witches and wizards are consistently outperforming the so called purebloods. Many while maintaining their muggle education on the side. "

"Wait, we can do that?" I asked. I looked at Hermione, "did you know we could do that?"

"Harry, I've mentioned my mainstream courses loads of times in my letters to you over the summer. I's assumed that it didn't interest you, and that those things you live with during the summers refused you the same opportunities." Hermion replied aghast.

Moody spoke up. "There is a mail ward up around his old place. It is supposed to stop him from receiving any dangerous mail. I'm guessing it could be used even more rigidly." He theorized with a look at Bill.

"It could be changed to censor his mail and to prevent him from receiving any one not keyed into the ward. But that would take some borderline magics and is highly illegal. Even more so since Hedwig is Harry's familiar." The cursebreaker's voice was filled with disgust.

"Don't worry Harry," Gerard Granger said from the side of the room. "Matty and I will get the proper paperwork, and we'll have you all caught up in no time. You work hard and you can hit Oxford after Hogwarts with Hermione."

Sirius got up. Everyone in the room could feel the rage rippling off him. He walked to the side of the room where his cousin Nymphadora stood. After speaking with her for a moment they both left the room. I looked over at Remus, hoping he knew what was going on. When he just shrugged, I turned and continued the meeting.

Alright, Hitwizards, Aurors, anyone with any muggle military training at all, and those interested in learning battle magic, please meet with Mad Eye. All with magical creatures and beings experience or interest please report to Remus Lupin. Those interested straddling the worlds even more fully; report to Matilda Granger. Those who want to brew and heal, report to Professor Snape. Ministry personel not already called, you guys see Arthur. DA if you would pick your areas of personal interest and see Hermione. She is going to handle getting us trained by the right people. If you have any experience with warding and cursebreaking, please see Bill and Sharpclaw. After Hermione is done with the DA she will meet with those who feel best as a think tank. They need people who understand finance, politics, law and research. They will figure out how to fight this war on another front."

"If you feel drawn to several of these, please feel free to meet with all the group leaders; we just ask that you not spread yourselves too thin." Hermione advised. "There will also be relevant cross training. So if you pick battle magic, you will also receive some training in healing, and vice versa."

The more formal meeting broke down into the proscribed groups. I headed over to Moody and Hermione settled herself at the table with her parchments. Each person upon reaching their group was asked to sign and print their names on the roster. Each roster served two purposes. Each roster sent the printed name directly to a master list, accessible only by the lead council. They also used the signature to create a binding magical contract. The contract served a similar purpose as the DA parchment that had left Marietta Edgecomb permanently disfigured.

The DA Members all shared look with each other. They each wondered what security Hermione had laid on the parchments. They would have been proud. Hermione's newest creations were works of art. Stronger and more vengeful than their predecessor. These left the members unable to discuss the organization with anyone not on the master list. Any attempt to do so would trigger the back up plans in place in the contract. A voluntary attempt to share information would leave you in the long term care of St. Mungo's attending classes with Gilderoy Lockhart relearning how to eat with a fork. To attempt to share information while under duress would lock your conscious mind until you could be freed by a member of the Lead council. She had even managed to add a delayed apparition trigger. It would force apparate you here to the Grimmauld Place dining room as soon as there was no one within 5 feet of you after the lock down was in place.

Sirius and Tonks returned looking disheveled and out of breath. "The old bastard had put the same mail wards around the house. They were literally two inches outside the family wards."

"So we pushed the family wards back out to what they were originally. Gives the muggles in the row quite a bit of protection, and it obliterated the old man's mail ward and his tracking ward." At the looks of the members of the new coven, Tonks reassured them. "Don't worry it was keyed to Harry. It worked to let Dumbdork know when Harry came or went from the place." Tonks and Sirius headed to Moody and Harry.

*****Harry PoV***** Two Days After Meeting

~I'll be glad when the bond finally stabilizes. I'm a teenage boy. Even with the late blooming, I'm randy enough without help. I wonder if I can sneak Mione off for a while.~ I shook the thought out of my head. The urge wasn't strong enough yet. I headed to the kitchen to get a cool drink. I didn't even notice that I had picked up the shadow.

"Hi Harry." I whipped around at the sound of Ginny's voice. I shook my head. Man was it hard not to laugh. She had tarted herself up. I guess she thought that outfit was sexy. And it might have been on someone with breasts, or hips. She had on a green tank top. I guess it was to show off the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. She had on REALLY short denim short… cut offs. They were low slung…showing that her hips hadn't widened yet. She had on way too much lipstick and had rouged her cheeks to cover her freckles. "It's been so long since we've had a chance to talk."

"Hello there Ginny. You know I can't remember us ever really having any long and meaningful conversations. Not like I have with Hermione." Harry said cautiously. He didn't really want to hurt Ginny.

"Oh please. She's just a plain jane bookworm. I'm sure that you and I can find tons better things to talk about."

"Ginny. Stop. You are making a fool of yourself. I love Hermione." I told her. She was starting to piss me off.

"Right. The savior of the Wizarding world loves a mousy bushy haired, bucktoothed nag. I'm prettier than her. I've got a better body; I understand the things you like. What on earth could she have that I don't?" She was trying to make her voice sound sexy…it came across like she couldn't catch her breath.

I looked at her like she was crazy…which she was if she thought that her barely pubescent body was in anyway more attractive than Hermione's mature one. "Would you like them listed alphabetically, chronologically or in order of importance? She is smart bloody brilliant really. Your grades are better than Ron's but you can't touch her there. She is more beautiful first thing in the morning, with no makeup and her hair a mess, than you are after hours getting dressed. She respects herself, and me. She has taken the time to get to know the real me. Not some lies made up by people trying to get rich off my parent's murder."

She tried to interrupt me but I stopped her. "No you asked, now you can listen. She is strong and brave; she cares about everyone more than herself. She has the scariest temper in the world, and I love that about her. She isn't content to let me be the white knight. She is gonna battle right beside me. Exactly where she has been every single day for the last five years. She doesn't cower behind me; she doesn't try to control me. She is a helpmate. She is not some damsel in distress. You say I saved you; well I would never have had a chance if she hadn't figured what was down there." ~And I bet you money she would never have been down there if she had been in your shoes.~

"Yeah, yeah she's perfect and I'm nothing. Well you know what Potter? Your perfect Hermione is nothing but a whore. She is sleeping with half the blokes here, including both of the twins." Ginny looked so smug.

"No, she is not a whore. She is ours. And we are hers. She is our queen and we are her kings. Yes she is sleeping with the six of us. We are all sleeping together as well. But I believe that you will find that if you try to spread that information, you will be in a world of trouble." I made a mental note to talk to Arthur, this girl needed counseling.

I left her in the kitchen, and used the bond to ask Hermione to meet me in our room. As soon as she crossed the threshold I yanked her to me. I banished her clothes and my own. For the first time I was going to take her. Just her and I. I wanted to show her how very much…"I love you. This isn't about the bond or affirmation or anything. This is me showing you how much I love you."

"I love you too Harry. You know that right. I've loved you since first year. It takes a special person to come to make sure that a girl they barely know knows about a dangerous troll." She kissed me then. It was sweet. I kissed her back. It was anything but sweet. Hearing that she had loved me almost as long as I've loved her drove me a bit round the twist.

*****Hermione PoV*****

I wanted to know what brought this all on. But before I could get the words out, his lips crashed down on mine, hard enough to force my mouth open but not hard enough to hurt me. I gasped and his tongue shot into my mouth, rolling over my teeth and playing with my tongue.

I whimpered and he pressed his face deeply into mine, forcing my head back against the mattress. He still didn't say a word, just slid down between my legs, his elbows hitting the bed as his weight pinned me to the cushions. He shifted his erection against my juncture and I moaned in spite of my lip biting efforts not to. I pushed futilely on his arms, wondering if I really wanted to get away.

The look on his face was feral and scared me a little bit while it thrilled me at the same time. I noticed the way his biceps bulged against his own weight.

"What are you ..." was all I got out before his mouth descended on mine again. He was relentless, his mouth working my mine back and forth. His lips latching onto my bottom lip and sucking, making me flood with wetness, feeling my pussy lips swell and grow hot.

I had no idea what I'd done to bring this on. We'd just been talking about our feelings before this all got so surreal. I wanted this and the crazed look in his eyes caused a fizzle of excitement to run down my spine.

He grunted like an animal as he hunched his hips forward, grinding his granite erection into my cunt. I wanted this but his frantic groping was exciting me quite a bit. My fingernails dug into his biceps where my hands had anchored themselves and I squeezed, letting them bite into his skin.

He gasped and lifted his head to peer at my face. His eyes were glazed with lust. I wanted this but I thought it would be best to slow it down. "Harry, please! Slow down!"

He stared at me for a minute, his bottom lip quivering. He took a deep, shaky breath, then another and closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth together, working the muscle in his jaw.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and stared at me again. Still he said nothing. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Then his hand lifted and his finger came down on my lips. I thought he was silencing me but then his fingers ran gently over my bruised and swollen lips. I sucked in a quick breath at the tingling sensation that erupted all over my lips.

The rough pads of his fingers slid up my face, over my cheek and his thumb gently brushed my eyelid. His touch was butterfly light and filled with reverence. A look of wonder came over his face, I supposed because I was letting him touch me like this. His fingers traced the shell of my ear, tucking my hair behind it and I shivered at his light touch.

Harry's hands floated over my body with the same reverent touch. When they found my nipples, I arched into his touch. "Love your tits, Mione, they are so sensitive. It seems like a stiff wind makes them hard." He lowered his mouth to them. Licking and suckling, alternating back and forth until my fanny was fairly dripping and I was writhing under him. He wasn't gentle. He sucked hard and nipped at it, causing me to flinch at the pleasure/pain. My nipple swelled up, hard as a pebble, aching and sending a shot of pure pleasure to my sex.

He lifted his head and I smiled at him. He raked his eyes up and down my body. My smile faded as I realized how wet and hot I was. My whole body was throbbing. I glanced at his cock and suddenly realized just how hard he was. It was enormous. It was long and thick, bigger than I'd ever seen it before. I couldn't hold back a moan as he knelt there and deliberately grabbed his cock. He began to stroke it from root to tip, smearing his pre-cum over the tip with his thumb and stroking again. "All for you," he whispered.

His full weight crushed me down to the mattress as he rolled over onto me and slid his forearms under my shoulders. I didn't want to get excited this fast. I wanted to make this first time last, but my pussy started to betray me as hot bursts of pleasure coursed through my body. I moaned as he ground his granite erection against me.

He rocked it over my clit and I cried out. I was whimpering and I could hear my own heart pounding, deafening me to all other sounds. I wanted him so badly I was ready to scream. Instead, I began babbling, begging him to stop teasing me.

*****Harry PoV*****

When I finally stopped tormenting her, it felt like sliding home. I couldn't believe how much I loved this beautiful, sexy, brilliant witch. I felt wild and out of control. She was out of her mind with need, babbling and I couldn't quite believe that I was the one making her lose control. To see her surrender all her usual control was an amazing sight and it fed my aching arousal, making my shaft throb unbearably. My cock head was lodged between her soaking lips. It felt hard enough to snap.

I don't think she realized what she was saying, but I did. She was pleading with me to fuck her. "Please, Harry. Oh please, fuck me. Fuck me now. Oh, got to have you. Take me. Take it all."

I lost it and shoved into her, shouting out as I felt her hot walls surround me. "Ahhh God, so tight, Hermione!" I'd only gotten about half of me inside her. Whether it was her natural state or a result of the ritual, her body was as tight as the first time each and every time one of us sank into her flesh.

I drew back and plunged downward, putting all my body weight behind my thrust and felt my cock split her open and ram deep inside. "Oh Jesus!" she shouted.

I still wasn't buried. "More to come, baby." I started tunneling up her cunt in short jabbing strokes, each thrust gaining more ground, building pressure in her tight wet cunt. She wailed and quivered underneath me. She pulled on my shoulders, urging me forward. I shouted, "Oh yeah, baby, take it all. You're gonna take it all."

I made one final thrust, heaving my hips into her and finally I was buried ball's deep. I held still for second, wanting to let her get used to my size. Christ Almighty, she was tight as a fist. Her mouth opened on a mute scream, but no noise came out. Her eyes were wide with love, arousal, and a touch of pain. It made me wild and I felt my cock harden a little more, unaware that it was even possible.

I lowered my head and sucked hard on the pulse at the base of her neck, wanting to mark her. I felt her pussy gush with warmth and she raised her hips. I sank deeper, pressing up against her cervix. Our bodies burned for each other as I guided my cock back out until just the head was enclosed. Then I roughly sank back into her.

We groaned together.

*****Hermione PoV*****

I felt gored on his raging cock. He started to thrust and the pleasure was mind-blowing. I'd never felt anything like his monstrous log pummeling up between my legs. He wasn't only long, he was ridiculously thick. I could feel the cock-head stabbing my cervix, and stretching it taut over the head of his glans. My men all loved to impale me so deeply and once more I cried out in passion again and again. I'd never felt like this before, there was an added intensity with just Harry and I. No distractions, no one else to please; he possessed me, and I I possessed him. Everything I am was now his. And yet I could feel the bond with each other and the rest of our bonded strengthening. His mouth sucked harshly on my neck and his teeth dragged over my tender skin, ratcheting my arousal even higher. I groaned again, unwilling to form any words at this point.

There was no warning. One minute I was enjoying his cock sliding in and out of my cunt and the next I was screaming out loudly as my orgasm ripped through my pussy. It was a total meltdown. I felt like my brain was melting. Wave after endless wave crashed through me, feeding the eruption between my legs with constant energy.

I wailed, "OH FFUUCCKK! I'M C-C-C-COMING! OH SHIT,

COMING SO FUCKING HARRDD! OH MY GOOODDD!

HAAAARRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

The intensity of my orgasm was so powerful it almost drove me into unconsciousness. Waves of pleasure raced through me enveloping my whole body from toes to scalp. I saw lights flashing behind my eyelids and then the room fading in and out. I couldn't form coherent thought anymore. I only knew I was babbling gibberish.

He was still battering my burning cunt like a jackhammer. We came together moments later, and it was so strong it rocked all seven of us.

Each of us wherever we were threw off a golden light. Sirius, in Gringotts lobby, Fred and George in their lab, Severus in the apothecary, Kingsley in the DMLE offices glowed with a bright and golden light for several minutes, and when the light faded we were wholly, completely connected.


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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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AN: I had to do it. I've always wanted to see Arthur really stand up for himself. Plus I had to work in my theory on how such an annoying woman caught such a nice guy.

BTW: I'd like to thank all the people who have reviewed; you asked for a full on Bash Fest in this story and I think I can deliver that just fine.