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Chapter 29: Miss Granger gets what she needs

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The next day was Friday, another week had passed, and another Quidditch weekend was coming up with Gryffindor playing Ravenclaw on Saturday afternoon. Harry hoped that in the after-game confusion he could slip away unnoticed to Godric’s Hollow for the night. For right now though, Harry knew he needed to work on assembling his coven. He knew he could count on Fleur, and Gabrielle, but he needed to recruit at least one more witch. With Ginny now seemingly lost to him, the third coven member needed to be the most powerful witch he could get to bond with him. That led Harry to only one conclusion; he needed Hermione on his team.

That put Harry in a dilemma; he had to steal Hermione away from Ron. Harry already knew where her true affections lay, but he couldn’t let on how he knew. He figured that Hermione would probably kill him if she found out what he had done. It would also ruin Hermione with Ginny, even though Ginny had publicly broken with Harry. He knew how this stuff worked between girls, but there was no choice. He would have to seduce Hermione and convince her to become a member of his coven. Whatever it took.

During breakfast, Harry sat by Hermione, noticing that her gaze went to his crotch several times during the meal.

“Hermione, I need some expert help after breakfast.”

“What do you want, Harry?”

“I need to get rid of all the cursed items that have been left on my door, but I hate to try handling a vanishing spell with that many enchanted items at one time. Could you come by and help me with it, maybe even put a spell on the door that makes future embarrassing postings go away on their own?”

“Sure, Harry, I’ll be glad to help you after I make a stop by the girl’s room.”

Hermione came by Harry’s office after breakfast and helped him destroy all the knickers and candy that had been left by his door. She had been a little embarrassed about the knickers, but not too much so. The impression that Harry got was that she mostly just wanted to be alone with him a bit. When they were done she joined Harry in the small lounge behind his office. They sat on the plush leather couches facing each other, mostly making small talk. Harry could tell that Hermione wanted to ask him something, and he thought he knew what.

“Harry,” she said at last, “how do you feel about me?”

Harry smiled easily and lay back into the cushions thinking carefully how to put this. “Hermione, you are a beautiful, intelligent, and very gifted witch. There is only one greater honor a wizard could aspire to than to call you his friend.”

“What is that?”

“His lover.”

Hermione blushed until her whole face was red. “You can’t mean that, Harry.”

“The hell I don’t. I’ve admired you since the day you fixed my glasses on the Hogwarts Express. I wish I could do half the magic half as well as you can do it. I’ve stood in awe of your knowledge since we were first years. I guess that’s part of the reason why I always figured I was never good enough to be your guy, that someone as special as you wouldn’t look twice at me. So I never tried to be anything more than just a friend.”

Harry’s answer seemed to shock Hermione, and embolden her to press the issue. “I looked a lot more than twice, Harry, but I guess I felt I wasn’t good enough for you. I always felt ugly and awkward, but I’ve bloomed out a lot lately,” she said looking down at her breasts.

“Me too,” Harry said with a laugh looking down at his crotch. “When I got into this training program with Moody to take on Voldemort I sort of activated a growth spurt I guess. I’ve been putting on a lot of new muscle over the past year, along with growth in other areas.”

“Can I see it, Harry?” blurted out an embarrassed Hermione. “I…mean, well… you know what I’m talking about. I want to see it.”

“Quid pro quo?” asked Harry. “If I show you mine what do I get to see?”

“What would you like to see?”

Harry leaned forward and met Hermione’s eyes with his. “You and me in each other’s arms, making love like there may never be a tomorrow for either of us.”

“What about Ron … and Ginny?”

“Ron never pays that much attention to you anymore, I know from looking at him that the two of you haven’t had sex. Ginny walked away from me after promising to wait till I was healed and ready to be her man. I never let on to any of you just how badly I was hurt, my injuries were more than just bruising, and there were injuries to more than just my body that I had to deal with. Ginny knew that.”

“Yes, but I don’t know that she fully realized it,” said Hermione as she moved to sit on the opposite couch next to Harry. “She told me about what happened when you thought she was Tonks that night.”

“Hermione, Ginny said that I’ve changed and she is absolutely right. I’m not a virgin anymore; I lost my innocence over the summer both physically and mentally. I've joined the Aurors; I’m in the fight now. I’ve done things to people that the old Harry couldn’t have imagined. I already told you about the fight in Godric’s Hollow. That I killed a man, I took my wand and willed the life to leave his body, and it did. Just like that. When Yaxley attacked me I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to see him in pain. I looked Dean Thomas in the eye the other day and told him that he had to face me down in a wizard’s duel; and he literally pissed his pants and ran screaming in terror from me.”

“I understand, Harry, I’ve changed too,” said Hermione excitedly as she began to feel an incredibly powerful wave of arousal through her body. This wasn’t bravely struggling little Harry any more, this was confident, dangerous Harry. She began to feel the quivering sensation in her loins just like the night she had spent with the elf in the Golden Unicorn.

“I know, I can sense it in you,” said Harry as his hand caressed her cheek. He felt Hermione move her head gently to meet his hand, he saw her lips tremble to his touch. Victory was close at hand. “Hermione, you’re not a virgin anymore either, you’ve been with someone, and you’ve done some things too. I don’t know who or what, but the change is there. It’s in the way you move now, a more self-assured walk. It’s in your eyes, a look of confidence that wasn’t there last spring. Ron can’t see it, he can’t appreciate it, but I can. Ron is still a boy, Ginny is still a girl, I’m a man, and you, Hermione Granger, are a woman.”

Harry leaned over and kissed her passionately on the lips, and felt her kiss him back even harder. Harry ran his hand over her breasts and felt nipples hard enough to drill though rock just beneath the fabric of her robes. She was ready. Harry figured he probably wouldn’t even need the Tickle Twat Mints to have her in a screaming frenzy in under five minutes, but Harry had gotten used to the taste of the mints in his mouth when he went down on a girl.

Harry told Hermione to wait as he went and retrieved the invisibility cloak and Marauder’s map. Checking the path ahead, he threw the cloak over the two of them and carried Hermione to the Room of Requirement where he called up his exercise room. Taking Hermione in, Harry sealed the door after them and carried her towards the back of the room.

“So this is where you’ve been working out at,” Hermione said.

“Yes,” said Harry. “I come here most afternoons and I can workout, train and relax for a few hours. The worse problem is the tension it builds in me, the need for release I feel.” With that Harry took off his robes and began to remove his clothes in front of Hermione.

“Oh, Harry,” she said as his shirt came off exposing his muscled shoulders and arms. “Oh my stars,” she exclaimed as Harry’s trousers and pants dropped free around his ankles and were kicked away. “Can I touch it, Harry?”

Harry walked up to her while smiling, then reached out to take her hand and placed it around his cock. The penis began to stiffen at her touch and Harry sighed a little as she lightly stroked him. Harry was surprised as Hermione eased to her knees and kissed the head of Harry’s cock before taking it in her mouth and starting to fellate him. Harry felt a quickening in his pulse that told him he would soon be at full erection. Looking down, Harry saw that Hermione's eyes were locked on his, watching his features. In a very short time Harry was fully erect and ready to penetrate Hermione. Hermione indicated that she was accepting of the idea by removing her own clothing.

Reaching down, Harry laid Hermione on her back, but she gently resisted him. “No, Harry,” she said. “That’s not how I want it. This way.”

With that she turned over and got on her knees, laying her head on the floor pads. Her twat was turned up to Harry just like Sprout’s had been the night before last. “Fuck me like a bitch, Harry, that’s my favorite way for you to do it.”

Harry noticed that her face went red almost immediately when she realized what she’d let slip. Harry figured that he’d best pretend he hadn’t heard that last part. He also made a mental note to have a talk with Bustanut next time he was back at the Golden Unicorn.

“Your wish is my command, M’Lady,” Harry said with a big grin.

With a wave of her wand, Hermione made lubricant appear for Harry. A shot on Harry’s cock head and one on Hermione's twat had them ready. Harry took a long moment to appreciate the situation. He was beginning to like this doggy style situation as he surveyed Hermione’s slightly plump bum in front of him to hammer on, plus her well formed breasts were left hanging there for him to amuse himself with as he stroked her twat.

Getting on with the task at hand, Harry gently penetrated Hermione’s tight little pussy to the root of his cock. Hermione gasped and muttered a few words Harry couldn’t catch. This was a very different feeling from Sprout, in whom Harry had practically fallen with a single thrust. As Harry got his rhythm going and reached around to gently massage Hermione’s breasts he felt her begin to quiver and moan softly in time with him. It made him smile at the thought that he didn’t need any magical pretreatment. He was going to make Hermione squeal like a baby and use nothing but pure Harry to do it.

By the time Harry had begun to work up a light sweat he could hear Hermione beneath him mewing like a kitten, as her passion was building. Harry became fixated with playing with her ample breasts; particularly giving playful squeezes to the now rock hard nipples. Hermione had definitely filled out nicely in that area. Now Harry reached up and grabbed Hermione by her hair and pulled her head back, holding her long auburn brown hair in both hands and using it as leverage to thrust into her. She made no attempt to resist and continued her moans and sighs of pleasure.

Under a steady stream of thrusting, Harry felt Hermione start into the final stages before orgasm, her body began to twitch more, her moans and cries were louder, more intense. Harry picked up the pace at what he felt was the right moment and was rewarded by hearing Hermione succumb to her lust and orgasm hard. Harry kept his pace through the waves of passion that went through her, then gradually slowed the pace of his strokes as she lay there in the afterglow, breathing heavily with tears running down her face. Harry wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her neck, holding her to him quite securely. Leaning up and over her he brought his lips to the back of her neck where he roughly kissed her, and made playful little nips with his teeth. It was dominance play and Hermione was quite willing to admit Harry’s mastery over her at this moment.

“Do you like it when Harry puts his big nasty dick inside your tight little pussy?” he asked.

“Yessss, Oh, yesssss” she hissed back, still squirming as Harry continued to stroke her.

“Did little Miss Granger get what she needed?” asked Harry. “Is it Harry’s turn to get what he needs now?”

“Oh, yes, Harry,” she sighed.

“All right then,” said Harry as he pulled out of Hermione and gently turned her over on her back, pulling her down so her twat lined up with his cock again from that angle. Spreading her labia with his fingers Harry penetrated her again to the root, then he laid himself across the top of her, keeping his weight on his knees and elbows.

With his hands supporting her neck and head, Harry tilted Hermione’s head up so he could kiss her full on the lips, then he whispered softly in her ear. “Harry likes it like this because he wants to look in your beautiful golden brown eyes when he cums inside you.”

Hermione hissed slightly as Harry began stroking his cock in and out her again. Harry laid himself on her breasts so that as his chest moved in time with the strokes it massaged them. He enjoyed the feel of her nipples digging into his own flesh. Hermione wrapped her legs around Harry’s middle and pulled herself up on him.

“Tell me something, ugh, ugh, when did you first know for sure you wanted me?” Harry asked after a bit.

“Fourth year … umpf, umpf, first task … after I saw you, umpf, umpf … defeat the dragon, I wanted you so bad that night, I spent the whole night awake playing with myself. What about you?”

“The Yule ball, ugh, ugh …when you came down the stairs … oh, damn you were so beautiful … umpf, umpf … my nuts were hurting so… ugh, ugh, bad for you I didn’t think I could stand it.”

“Oh, shit, Harry, umpf… I saw you in your dress robes, oh, dear stars how bad I wanted you to take me upstairs and, umpf, umpf, fuck my brains out. We could have done this three years ago.”

Harry didn’t have time to dwell on lost opportunity because he felt his own orgasm beginning to rise in his loins. “I need to cum, baby,” Harry gently whispered as he sank his cock as deep as he could get it and went to short swift thrusts to bring himself quickly to climax.

“Get what you need, Harry,” she whispered softly. Harry placed his hands on either side of her face and held her as he positioned his face directly above hers. He relaxed and felt the testicles rise and begin to deliver up their precious fluid. A moment later his hot semen ejaculated in great white spurts into Hermione. Harry kept his eyes unblinkingly fixated on hers as he came; she never broke her glance from him either, though she did have a few emotional tears as Harry saw her lips gently quivering.

As the last spurts of his semen were emptied into Hermione, Harry began to feel the warm pleasant afterglow of his release in his loins. He’d had legitimate sex with Hermione; she knew it was really him atop her this time. They lay there for about another ten minutes as Harry’s cock slowly drained and went flaccid within her. They held each other, kissed and nuzzled each other playfully. Finally, Harry had to get up and go piss.

Hermione joined him in the toilet and asked if she could watch him as he took a pee, she’d never actually seen a boy do that. Harry agreed. Then she had to pee also. Since they were already naked they spent some time in the hot tub to relax a while, with constant touching and rubbing of each other. Hermione finally looked at Harry as if she was ready to tell him her secret.

“Harry, there is something I want to tell you about me, something I’m not supposed to tell you and I can get into trouble if it was found out I told you.”

“Hermione, I don’t want you in trouble over my sake,” said Harry. “What if I guessed it on my own though?”

“Well then it wouldn’t be my fault, would it? But it’s not something easy to guess, it’s where I’ve been every weekend, what I’ve been doing.”

Harry knew the secret quite well already, but how to make it sound like a guess? “Let me have a try at it anyway. You’ve definitely been around adults; your change in styles shows that. You’ve become more mature, and a bit hard in some ways. You’ve been getting Ministry style training. No one else but me would have noticed of course; and you already know why I know about it, I’m an Auror candidate. However, if my inside contacts are to be believed you’re not a recruit of the Aurors. That narrows it to only a few other official organizations. The big thing that I didn’t catch on to until much later was the Yaxley thing though. That gave you away once I realized what I’d seen without thinking on it at the time.”

“How did that give me away?” asked a puzzled Hermione.

“You walked into a room full of Inquisitors and made yourself right at home with them. Last year you distrusted Inquisitors because the only one you had ever known was Umbridge. Now you sat down with them and were having old home week without a blink of an eye. Like they were your mates now, in fact, it was exactly like they were your mates now.”

Harry looked in her eyes and knew he had her; she was mad at herself for having made what only she would have considered an obvious blunder. “It took a few trips in here during workouts to fit the pieces together in the right order. Sometime over the summer you were approached by the Inquisition … probably by Madam Hooch, she always thought highly of you, and now you’re working for her. You’ve done things too, things that you thought you’d never do to another person.”

“I can’t say anything, Harry,” Hermione said.

Pulling her close to him in the swirling waters he kissed her forehead. “When you’re with me, you don’t need to.”

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Severus Snape had been present a number of times when the Dark Lord had been angry, but this was a new level of rage he was now witnessing. He had been called to the Dark Lord’s current lair in the middle of the night, a dangerous move given the surprising recovery of the Ministry. The attack on Azkaban had not developed into the coup de main the Dark Lord had imagined. Instead of weakening the resistance of the Ministry supporters it had stiffened it in many cases.

Because of the amount of intermarriage in the magical world, the loss of the 23 Aurors had touched many wizarding families. The brutality of their kinsmen’s deaths had filled them with a sense of vengeance that had exceeded their fear. Rather than have an intimidating effect on the Ministry the attack had galvanized them into unheard of action. In the days before the attack the Ministry had been reticent to destroy Magi, especially purebloods. The ruse that they had acted only under the Imperious curse was widely used by Death Eaters and had always been easily accepted. Most captured Death Eaters had been treated somewhat leniently.

Now the two Flint brothers had been given the Dementor’s kiss by the Ministry with out a full trial or appeal It was said that their nephew, Marcus, who was not a full fledged Death Eater, was captured giving them aid, and expected to meet the same fate. Never before had the ultimate sanction been used on a pure blood for acting as an accomplice. Even more troubling were the reports from inside the Ministry that before their souls had literally been consumed, that they had been brutally tortured by the Inquisition to near insanity. Even the solicitor’s hired by the family didn’t know it had happened; there were no appeals, no opportunity for bribery or intimidation. The Flint Brothers were gone within days of capture, the only one expected to survive the dreaded ordeal was the one who had turned on and betrayed the others, but his identity was being kept a secret.

Snape knew it was dangerous to have second thoughts when in the service of the Dark Lord as he could read minds and see doubts forming among his servants, but now it was hard not to have them. Rastaban LeStrange had been hunted down and brutally executed on the spot by Aurors. Bellatrix wasn’t as spry to go on the attack anymore since Potter had damn near massacred her in Godric’s Hollow. Crabbe was dead and disposed of quietly. Now his family was becoming more insistent to hear from him, or know what has happened to him. There was real fear seeping into the Death Eater ranks of discovery and capture by the Ministry. Now the Dark Lord himself was acting as if he was about to piss his robes. Whatever it was that had happened, it wasn’t good.

“The little son of bitch knows now, he knows who he is,” screamed Voldemort. “We can feel it, he knows who he is.”

“My Lord,” began Snape, “what has happened, how may I help to remedy the situation?”

“Potter knows the great secret of his past now. He has spoken to his ancestor.”

“My Lord, what is Potter’s secret? Who is this ancestor you speak of?”

Voldemort looked at Severus Snape with such a scowl that it made his insides turn. It wouldn’t do to infuriate the Dark Lord when he was in this mood, he’d curse first then maybe regret the decision later. Not that it would do the poor bastard he’d cursed any good.

“For your ears only, Severus, Harry Potter is the last surviving descendent of Merlin. After we received news of the prophesy from you, we had our servants in the Ministry secretly use their records to check the bloodlines of the only two baby boys it could have referred to, Potter and Longbottom. Our informant in the Ministry was able to prove that the prophesy might have validity; that James Potter was a lost descendent of Merlin, and thus his son was too. They might have the ancient family ability to become warlocks.

“So we went that night to end the line of Merlin once and for all, we killed the father, but in our focus on the child we forgot the effect of the mother’s love sacrifice. She gave her life willingly to try and save his as an act of love. That was powerful magic, and it worked admirably. Our curse rebounded in all directions and we were struck down. Our soul was ripped from our destroyed body, but the Horcruxes we had made worked. They alone bound us to this existence so that we couldn’t die.”

“But, my Lord,” asked Snape, “how has Potter discovered this after all these years? I have never heard of this before.”

“It was never our desire that anyone know until now. Nevertheless, he knows, he has already spoken with Merlin in the caverns beneath Hogwarts where we ourself once found him so long ago. We tried to get him to help us all those years ago, he refused us. Now he can suffer with the rest, we no longer need him. Our plan of action must be updated, we must strike before Potter can use the power of Merlin to fulfill the prophesy.”

“What must we do, my Lord?” asked Snape.

“We must strike for the heart with all our might. Flesh wounds will no longer avail us in this battle. Potter is the crutch that many lean on; we will kick it away, and destroy the possibility of making another in its place once and for all. Potter and his ancestor must finally, and completely, be eradicated, and that is what we shall do. In fact, we personally shall lead this attack as it is so important that it can be trusted to no other.”

“My informants tell me that Potter has been confined to Hogwarts my Lord,” said Snape. “He no longer makes the trip to Grimmauld Place. He remains at Hogwarts within the Head Boy’s quarters.”

“Exactly, Severus,” bellowed Voldemort. “Potter is restricted to Hogwarts, and Merlin is trapped beneath it, the birds are all caught in the same cage.”

“Powerful magic guards the grounds and all points of entry, my Lord,” said Snape. “How shall we enter the grounds and breach the castle wards before the Ministry reinforcements appear?”

“There is a way into the very heart of Hogwarts that none know of but us, that none can use but us,” said the Dark Lord. “The enemy shall not know of our presence until we are already among them and too late to form a defense. If the attack is well coordinated we will have accomplished our goals and left before any alarm is sounded.”

“My Lord,” said Snape. “There are a number of passages into Hogwarts. All of the ones that have been found are sealed and heavily cursed. The only one who I know of who could come and go in and out of Hogwarts with impunity was Dumbledore, and it was never revealed how he did so.”

“There is another way, Severus,” hissed Voldemort. “A way we ourself made long ago when we were the Head Boy of the school. A way that only we can use because the passage only recognizes us and our wand. It was not without reason that we used our influence with the Trustees to have Potter made the Head Boy. We wanted him right where he is. We shall use this passage to enter the castle keep precisely at the beginning of the Witching hour on All Hallows Eve. This will enhance the strength of our magical ability. The students will have had their feast and be asleep with full bellies in their dormitories. The faculty and staff shall have celebrated and had their many toasts which will have left their minds befuddled, and their response sluggish.”

Snape knew that he wouldn’t like to hear the answer, but he knew he had to ask the question. “What shall we do once we are inside the keep, my Lord?”

“Finish it, Severus,” Voldemort croaked with a grin, “finish it. We shall personally destroy Merlin trapped in his amber cage ourself and destroy his last remaining drop of his seed as well. You and our other faithful servants shall send a final message to the Ministry for us. We thought it sufficient proof of our strength to merely kill their young warriors at Azkaban, but the fools persist in their futile resistance against us. Stronger methods are needed now. Once inside, you and our followers shall eliminate the faculty and staff, then begin attacks on the dormitories of the Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and, especially, the Gryffindors. As punishment for resisting us, we shall massacre their children.”

Even Severus Snape was shocked at the Dark Lord’s plan. To destroy Merlin would mean to kill Hogwarts; to massacre the children of three of the magical houses would inspire a unifying rage that could bring about truly unimaginable consequences by the adult magi population. The deaths of the Aurors at least had a thin veneer of casualties of war as an excuse, but the deaths of children in their beds had no such pretensions.

However, Severus Snape was a true Slytherin, which meant he was a survivor. To show fear or reluctance at this point would be very dangerous, if not outright fatal. Still, he thought, fortune did favor the bold, perhaps this incredibly bold gambit might actually work as planned. That it would accomplish all that Voldemort thought it would was doubtful.

“We shall strike with all at our disposal,” said Voldemort. “We want you to bring our failed servant Lucius Malfoy to us upon the morrow. We suspect he is ready to return to the fold. We shall assemble all our servants for the attack. Speed shall be the paramount concern, to strike quickly and deadly. It will be an All Hallows Eve that shall never be forgotten, especially by those who shall not see the dawn rise on All Hallows.”

“A week and a day,” thought Severus Snape, while looking at his calendar, “that’s how long Hogwarts has left, and then it dies once and for all.”