Night Visitor

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She was never sure when she had first realized that she loved Harry, not just as a friend but as a man. But it had hit hard and fast, making her heart ache every time she saw him look so longingly at Ginny, touched her so tenderly, and loved that bubbly redhead in a way that he would never love Hermione.

Then it had happened, just before the war really broke out she and Harry were thrown together, hiding behind a large rock as the centaurs galloped past in the Forbidden Forest. Both breathing hard and both carrying the full knowledge that though they planned to win this war, they more then likely wouldn’t survive.

“Hermione.” Harry rasped, breathing hard as Hermione tried to see around the rock and find them a way out of their trap.

“What?” she hissed only to turn and look at the wizard when he didn’t respond. His eyes were wide with fear but also something else, something she had never seen there before and it made her breath catch. “Harry?”

“You’ve always been there for me, even when you were angry, even when we weren’t talking, you are always there.”

She smiled and laughed breathlessly. “Well of course Harry, you’re my best friend.”

“I love you.” he said, and looked as shocked by his words as she was, but more she realised as she looked into his wide, bespectacled eyes, he didn’t mean he loved her as his friend or a sister. He loved her.

“I don’t think that I realized it until this moment.” he said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear and grinning like a madman. “I love you, you’re strong and smart and brave. You’re totally different to every girl I’ve ever known.”

And he kissed her, Hermione melting in his arms and kissing him right back. She virtually drank him down, loving the way his mouth felt against hers, loving the way he crushed her chest to his, loving the taste of peppermint and oranges. He was Heaven and she was lost within him.

That was the last time they spoke. Harry killed the Dark Lord but as the roar of victory went up, Ginny Weasley stood and ran towards her boyfriend and he turned with a broad grin, arms open wide to welcome her. Hermione stifled a sob and turned away, not wanting to see the man she loved embracing another. It had been the fear and the fact that they were on the verge of death that had made him speak so, and Hermione could not begrudge him that, or the right to the life he wanted with the woman he loved.

It wasn’t until she heard Lavender Brown scream in horror and several others, that Hermione spun around just in time to see her beloved Harry spit out a mouth full of blood, his eyes wide and pain filled, his hand wrapped around the handle of a long, silver sword that seemed to be pressed firmly against his stomach, he stumbled slightly and Hermione gasped when she saw the tip poking out of his back.

Confused and in shock she looked the redheaded woman grinning maliciously back at her, blood dripping from her fingers. “He’s all yours.” Ginny said before she was overpowered by the crowd of furious Gryffindors, who literally tore her apart.

That was two years ago and the dreams had started not long after. She wasn’t quite sure how to define them and certainly couldn’t tell anyone. Her logical mind told her that it was an excess of horror and the sexual frustration she had built up over the years since she realized her love for Harry. But another part of her was afraid, very afraid of the tall, shaggy haired, bespectacled man who visited her night after night in her dreams.

He looked like Harry, smelt like Harry, he even tasted like Harry, but there was something in his gaze, something under the taste of oranges and peppermint that both excited and terrified her. But as she drifted off to sleep, she became less and less afraid…

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The dream started as it always did, Hermione asleep on her bed in only her white silk chemise. A soft breeze from the French doors woke her and she looked over to see the curtains dancing and lifting around the form of a tall, broad man with messy black hair, glasses, and wearing only a pair of low hanging black jeans.

His chest was more muscular then she remembered, his arms more defined, but those flashing green eyes and cheeky, arrogant smile were all Harry. He lifted his hand to reveal a single white rose and his smile just got wider as her breath panted in and out.

“Harry?” Hermione rasped and propped herself up on her elbows as he drew closer, and she knew he must be walking, but he seemed to float.

“I need you, Hermione. Need you so much.” and his voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. “Love you so much.”

“I love you too.” she sobbed. “I miss you…” but he shushed her.

“Close your eyes.” he whispered and she did.

She lay back, trusting him completely as he sat on her bed and took her small hand in his larger one. “I need your help, Hermione.” he said quietly as he touched the soft, sweet scented petals of the rose to her forehead and ever so slowly, ever so gently caressed it down, over her nose, ticking her lips and chuckling when she let out a pleasured mew, down her chin, down her throat, and she arched and moaned.

“Anything, I’ll do what ever you ask.” she whimpered as she felt his lips searing the tingling trail left by the rose.

He took her hands again and slowly raised them above her head and before she could argue they were charmed in place and he was smirking down at her shocked expression.

“Harry?”

“You said anything.”

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“Yes.”

And he was over her, knee forcing her thighs apart, hands gripping her supple arse, and tongue licking hotly up her throat, eliciting a gasp of pleasure she couldn’t withhold. He nipped at the sensitive flesh of her upper arms and kissed languidly across her shoulders and up her throat again and Hermione felt her white panties soaking through and a large rock harness in his pants pressing so erotically against her.

“Harry…” she moaned and arched against him, straining against the restraints, but now only half wanting to be free.

Harry chuckled against her mouth as his hand slid slowly up her inner thigh, drawing intricate patterns on her flesh as he reached higher, higher, till this thumb rested against her soaking core. “I didn’t say that you wouldn’t enjoy it. In fact I was hoping that you would enjoy this very - very - much ” he punctuated those last words with wet, nipping kisses.

“What do you want from me?” she begged and cried out when he shoved her panties aside and gently circled his thumb around her sensitized clit, seeming to know exactly how to touch her for the maximum intensity.

“Hungry…So hungry…” he moaned breathily into her ear and gently slipped one long finger inside her. “Need you, Hermione…Please say yes…invite me in.”

“I’m afraid.” she gasped and arched again as he slipped two fingers inside her, pumping in and out, torturously slow, his thumb still circling deliciously. “Ooh Harry…”

“Invite me in Hermione.” he growled against her ear, hot breath making her tremble. “I need you, I love you, Please let me in.”

His fingers worked faster, and he grinned wickedly down at her as she drew closer to her completion. “That’s it lover, doesn’t that feel good? Do you want me to make you come?”

She groaned and knew that she was close, “Yes! Gods Harry, Please…” she begged and thrust her hips high, gyrating against his pumping fingers. “Harry…so close…Ooh Harry…” but just as her body reached that final peak and she was on the brink of the perfect wave of orgasmic bliss, his removed his fingers and sat back, smirking at her pained cry and her breathless pleas for him to finish what he started.

“Oh no, not this time darling.” He muttered and knelt between her spread knees, that malicious grin again making her shiver. “Invite me in Hermione.” he hissed, and she cringed at the flash of anger she saw in his emerald eyes.

Body still trembling and oh so sensitive from the almost orgasm, she shook her head. “I can’t…Please don’t make me…”

“You said you loved me.” he growled, and Hermione watched, fear rising into horror as his canine teeth elongated. “I died for my loving you.” and before her eyes she watched as a hole in his stomach opened and blood seeped from the wound Ginny had made.

“Harry…No…” she whimpered as blood dripped from his lips onto her long creamy thighs and he dipped his head to lap at the crimson droplets, grinning when she gasped in pleasure at the feel of his long incisors dragging against her thighs.

“You want this, I know you do.” he murmured and lowered himself over her, so he was laying between her thighs, propped on his elbows. His teeth glistened in the moonlight, dark red and white clashing so perfectly. “Invite me in, and we can be together.”

He reached between them and she closed her eyes at the sound of a belt buckle clanking and a zipper being pulled down. His thick, pulsing cock pressed firmly against her opening and his eyes blazed into hers.

“Do you want me?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“Do you want this?” he pushing his thickness inside a bare inch, hissing with the pleasure off it.

“Yes,” she moaned and strained again against the restraints holding her arms high above her head.

He dipped the head of his cock in and out of her tight, wet opening, quick, shallow thrusts that were all too wonderfully frustrating, and dragged his sharp fangs down her throat, drawing a thin line of blood and lapping at it, moaning desperately.

“Will - will I die?” she moaned, arching against his shallow thrusts and crying out when he dragged his fangs over her shoulder and lapped at the line of blood.

“Yes, but we’ll be together.” he whispered.

This was always the part that she woke, afraid, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and shaking like a leaf. But not tonight.

“Do you mean it?” she gasped and gave a breathless cry when he thrust a little deeper.

“Yes, my love. I’m nothing without you…Please don’t leave me alone any longer.” he said softly into her ear.

She licked her lips. “Kiss me.” she begged and he did, deeply, tongues mingling and both groaning as they tasted the blood of the other. She cupped his face and looked into his loving eyes. “Take me Harry. I invite you in.”

He grinned widely and Hermione was almost afraid of the glint behind his loving emerald orbs, but there was no time to dwell. With a loud groan that was almost a bark of laughter, he thrust inside her, his thick length stretching her almost painfully, but her body had been so close before that the pain only enhanced the intense pleasure as he took her brutally.

Head thrown back, and fangs glinting in the moonlight he took her violently with thrusts that would have injured her if she had been awake and actually experiencing the act. This wasn’t lost on her, merely adding more to her quick, blazing climb, higher and higher, his primal, animalistic growls filling her senses until with a scream she was there, her body filling with wave after wave of terrifyingly hot pleasure.

She had no time to be afraid, and no idea that it would end this way. With a final growl Harry thrust deep, and closed his lips around her throat, fangs sliding into her artery like a hot knife into butter.

Her eyes flew wide with the pain of it.

He groaned and grunted hungrily, his lower body still pumping as he sucked the life-force from her body in long, moaning pulls, and as he did it hurt less and less, and her terror ebbed as her body relaxed and her mind grew tired till it faded into blackness.

They found her lifeless body the next morning. Nobody could work out how she died.