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10. A personal Hell of his own.
Two Weeks Later
The sun was beating on Harry's closed eye lids. No matter what he did, even with them closed, the vision just moments ago burned into his mind for all of eternity. He had his first row with Nymmy. It was bad. It had been very bad, and if not for his stubbornness, it would have gone much more smoothly.
He turned his head and opened his eyes. He could look but not touch. That had been the rule, but she didn't have to be so cruel. We didn't have to be on a beach in the south of France. We didn't have to be at a topless beach at that. He felt ashamed but he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
The skin was puckered, taut and extended almost a half inch away from the rest of her. It was pink and flushed and he felt the contradiction of conviction warring inside of him. He wanted her, now, more than anything in the world. He felt utterly humiliated. She had gotten him back, but good.
Looking down at himself, he found his own personal pop-tent. She had bought him a speedo. It was tight and left nothing to the imagination. His nine and a half inches stood straight up, pushing violently against the fabric as a form of protest against his firm resolve.
Nymmy had other plans now. She opened her left eye just partially, looking at her boyfriend. She could see that he was suffering. She could see that little Harry was just as eager as little Nymmy to give one another a kiss. 'But he was being an utter prat about Hermione.' She thought resolutely. They had been friends for six, going on seven; if she had anything to do with it, years.
They had run into Hermione at Flourish and Blotts while Harry was picking up a wide variety of books, ranging from Occlumency to seventh year and Auror texts. They ran into her as Harry and Hermione both reached for the same book on Occlumency. There was a bit of a tug of war, but eventually Harry had won. Hermione, not one to be outdone, grabbed a duplicate copy, which happened to be just beside the one that she had relinquished. She attempted to get Harry's attention, to no avail. When that happened, tears of frustration and loss poured from the young lady's eyes.
"I'll catch up with you, Harry." Tonks said, quickly turning to Hermione. "You going to be OK, Hermione?"
"Does it look it? No! I'm fairly certain I'm pretty far from OK. He hates me, and to be honest I deserve it. I did turn my back on him."
"Hermione, I read the report. Amortentia, same as Harry. It's a mind rape, is what it is. You couldn't control it, and frankly no one should really suspect that you should."
"Doesn't stop him from hating me," Hermione said, feeling all of it now. The effects of the Amortentia had worn off once the counter potion had been administered. "I just want to talk to him, is that so bad. I miss him horribly. We're best friends... Could've been more than that until that arse... excuse those arses drugged us."
"Hermione, make no mistakes about this, Harry and I are a couple now." She said, registering the hurt in the girls eyes. "However, I'll see what I can do. How about this?"
"What?"
"Write him. Write him every day. I'll make sure that Hedwig will be available.
Nymmy, at this point decided to roll over and start sunning her back. However, she didn't want to catch a burn, being fair skinned and all, not that it mattered, as she could change that with a thought.
"Harry." She said, and waited but got no reply. "Oy! Harry!" She said a little more firm and noticing that his eye met hers.
"What, Nymmy," he said looking at her exasperatedly.
"Put some oil on my back, would you love?"
Reluctantly, Harry decided to comply. 'Maybe if I got up I could get little Harry under better control.' He thought, never realizing that Nymmy in a thong Bikini, minus her top wasn't going to prove to be successful.
"Fine, where do you want it?"
"Start with my legs, and work up to my thighs." She said, listening to the bottle of sun screen spurt into Harry's hands.
Harry settled in. 'This was going to be long and it would be rather difficult to perform this task while remaining loyal to one's anger,' he thought as he started just below the calf and worked his way up slowly. He skin was warmed by the sunlight, and tingled but that wasn't what was doing things to him. He was looking at her arse. She wore a g-string on purpose which left little to the imagination.
As he worked his way up, Harry noticed how Nymmy's hips were moving side to side. As he watched her perfect arse, he could just make out the sides of her tiny rosebud being covered, demanding attention, but he was holding. He told himself he was holding his resolve, but to be honest, he was weak. As he finally reached his goal, his hands found themselves atop the twin globes. They massaged and rubbed in the lotion, causing such sounds to emanate from his girlfriend.
"Now, my back, please." She said in almost monotone, however it quivered when she felt his cock begging her arse to be buggered,
They had promised to take things slow. Harry had to be sure, but to be honest, he liked her teasing him. She would give him a little peak, here and there, and sly and knowing glances. The thing that bothered Harry was odd. He was legal in the muggle world, so that if they wanted to shag like bunnies, they could. He wanted it to be legal in the wizarding world, and for that to happen, he had to be seventeen. His concern was for her reputation, and that was more than enough reason for Nymphadora Lily Tonks to fall madly and hopefully in love with Harry James Potter.
"mmm..." she purred at him. "That feels absolutely lovely Harry. I wish..." She started but was cut off, as she felt his hands come from her shoulders, to just the underside of her arms.
The tips of his fingers were only just touching the side of her breasts, as his ground his pelvis into her. To be honest, she felt the tip of him force the fabric of her thong to push into her sphincter, until the head was firmly kissing the first ring of muscles. He strained impossibly so against her as he continued to rub lotion on her, and she continued to make it difficult by pushing her arse back against him. She squeezed the head of his cock firmly just inside that entrance before pushing back slightly harder, taking his fabric incased cock deeper still.
"Get my lower back, love?" She said, distracting him slightly from what she was doing to him. She moved her hips from left to right, but any time that he attempted to withdrawl from her, she would clinch down tight on him.
To say that Harry was unaware of what was happening with Nymmy would have been a grave mistake. He knew her was buggering her, albeit clothed, on a public beach. The thing that was odd, was that while there were people there, all but one other was in the water. She was a sight for Harry. She had been an older woman, much closer to Andromeda's age of forty. She was stunning.
She had blonde straight hair and heavy breasts. She was slender and took good care of her body. What shocked Harry was that she was facing them. She had looked around nervously, to make sure no one was watching but as Harry applied the lotion to Nymmy's back he watch in shock as her left hand traveled down her stomach, and buried her fingers frantically into the confines of her own thong.
So here is our hero, buggering, without buggering the love of his life, while watching a woman diddle herself wishing that it was her. He was lost in the rapture of the moment. He was close to cumming, when he heard something he hadn't expected.
"Come on, love, finish yourself. Imagine his huge cock in your tight little cunny." Nymmy said as he forced herself against Harry hard, feeling her wall of muscle convulse against him as she bit back a scream. Harry came himself, exhaustedly as he watched the unnamed observers legs twitch, as she bit back her own scream.
Harry rolled off, exhausted now. Having only just lost his virginity and not the proper way at that, he was thankful of one thing. Nymmy was prepared, and had evidently been prepared for these events. The front of his speedo remained clean, albeit the cum stain that had pressed through the material. He fell over exhausted from his efforts. Seconds later, he felt her mouth engulf his own. He felt her tongue explore his mouth and willing dueled with his own with hers.
After the broke apart, there was a long silence. Harry understood now, and had since she had come back into his life, what love really was. He had it. He had it with her completely and utterly. There was nothing that he couldn't tell her. He had been acting like a right prat and knew that, as well.
"All right, I'll do it." He said, finally admitting defeat, and moments later after gathering their things the portkey deposited them into Harry's bedroom at the Tonks. Looking over at the familiar desk and the pile of letters from Hermione, he started with the first.
Dear Harry,
At this point, I don't know what to say. I don't think that saying I'm sorry will cover anything. I've done to you worse than Ronald did during our fourth year together. I abandoned you and I did so for him. It makes me feel better with myself that I did so not of my own means. I didn't have a choice in this Harry. I'm sure that you can remember the effects that Amortentia had on you as well.
We weren't ourselves, and I believe that we can get past what happened to us, but I desperately need something from you. I need you to forgive me. I cannot think of what life would be like without my best friend, and I dread never being able to see and talk to you again. Ronald's betrayal of us hurts more than I can put into words.
Believe it or not, Harry. You were my very first friends. I was always shunned by my classmates in primary school. I was the odd one, when my front teeth grew in rather larger, and I was always accompanied by my books.
At this point, Harry had to put the letter down for a moment. He was getting a look at Hermione that she hadn't shown anyone, not even her parents. What he hadn't guessed, at only getting through three paragraphs, was that she had lived a solitary life as well, even with the love of living parents.
Harry, when you jumped on that Troll; during our first year, that was the single most stupid, yet the single most selfless and bravest thing I had ever seen in my life. It showed me that someone other than my parents thought that my life might hold some kind of value and I'm not sorry to say that I developed somewhat of a crush in that moment, even though Ronald ultimately knocked out the same troll.
I'm not stupid, Harry. I know that without you, Ronald would have never considered coming to look for me that day. The sheer volumes of times that we had argued about the stupidest of things was in no way going to prove itself to be more and at times my resentment of him had almost pushed the three of us apart... much as we are right now.
When I think about when my feelings changed for him, I have to say that it centers around fourth year. After the Yule Ball, it was strange. I can remember thinking about nothing other than you in that way, and telling you how fanciable you were, and then, it was always about the arguments. Tooth and bloody nail, we were always at each other's throats and I think, at least I hope in some way that was my subconscious way of trying to fight the effects off.
I know that I've screwed things up with us. You're with Tonks now, for Merlin's sake, but I miss your friendship, horribly. You were ultimately the one thing that I could count on, no matter what, Harry.
I know that there are a lot more things that you have that are loads more important than the way I feel, but I have to hope. I can't live without the hope that I can have my best friend back. That I can have the forgiveness that you offered Ronald after the first task.
Tonks told me to write you every day. She said that my persistence is the key to helping you understand my sincerity in the matter. I intend to do so. You are my friend Harry, and I desperately want to hold onto that. Please give me a chance to make amends. I will swear a witch's oath...
At this point Harry had to put the letter down. He had read enough to know that he felt the pains of the Cruciatus curse. His heart leaped in so many directions now. She was finally listening to him, instead of bickering to the Weasel. His first friend, and in his mind, his only friend. He had done so many things, to keep her. He had slacked off in class, or at least kept the appearances of such. He had neglected his homework only to spend time going over it, and he had sought her out to aid him with the DA itself.
She was the first friend that Dudley hadn't managed to chase away, but she had hurt him deeply. When it was all said and done, he felt unworthy of love, because he had never realized that what he had was just that, for her. It ripped at him, once the Amortentia had worn off. He had lost her, but at the same time found her. He didn't know love until Nymmy.
He looked at her now with a little conflict in him. He had been so mean to her for the past couple of weeks, and she had every right to send him packing back to number four, but hadn't. She loved him, and he loved her with equal fervor. He knew this without question, because regardless of how he felt about his friend, she stood by him, even though at times she was forbidden to do so. He looked back down at the letter to read the final paragraph.
I will swear a witch's oath to never keep anything hidden from you ever again. I'm sorry that I was too stupid not to see Ronald's obsession, and I'm sorry that I didn't trust in you more. You've always stood by me, even when I was blind. Please let me stand by you, Harry, I beg of you.
I will write you tomorrow, as agreed. I hope that you will give me the chance here. It's all I have, is hope.
Love always,
Hermione
Harry took in the whole meaning of the letter. He had been adamant against them at start, but had reluctantly given permission, and then after begging Hedwig, given permission for Hermione to use his familiar. He sat back and read fourteen letters in all. They explained her life, and her dreams, and how much Harry had meant to her. When he was done with each one, he handed it to Nymmy, who in turn read the letters, as well.
When he was done with them all, and even though he was an emotional wreck, he sat down and wrote a very short letter to Hermione. He looked at the clock, and realized that with only two more days the trials of Ron, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley would commence. He was finished with his letter.
"Nymmy, could you get me a pensieve? I'd like for her to see a few things, after you do, of course." She was gone in a flash, and returned with her Auror issued.
Harry sat there for a moment not doing anything. He was undecided as to what to do first, but then decided that if she really wanted to be his friend, he would show her the worst. If she could come to terms with the worst, then maybe she was worthy, but he would let Nymmy see it first, and then began pulling memory after memory.
Nymmy watched the memories with reservation at first. That reservation turned to utter disgust, then horror, then finally pride. She knew, in watching these memories, including the ones that Harry had just recently just re-acquired, that he loved her.
"Could you take these to her, and make sure that she reads and watches?" He asked, and was immediately cut off by a deep passion-filled kiss.
"I'll take that as a yes." He smiled sweetly at her.
Two Weeks Later
The sun was beating on Harry's closed eye lids. No matter what he did, even with them closed, the vision just moments ago burned into his mind for all of eternity. He had his first row with Nymmy. It was bad. It had been very bad, and if not for his stubbornness, it would have gone much more smoothly.
He turned his head and opened his eyes. He could look but not touch. That had been the rule, but she didn't have to be so cruel. We didn't have to be on a beach in the south of France. We didn't have to be at a topless beach at that. He felt ashamed but he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
The skin was puckered, taut and extended almost a half inch away from the rest of her. It was pink and flushed and he felt the contradiction of conviction warring inside of him. He wanted her, now, more than anything in the world. He felt utterly humiliated. She had gotten him back, but good.
Looking down at himself, he found his own personal pop-tent. She had bought him a speedo. It was tight and left nothing to the imagination. His nine and a half inches stood straight up, pushing violently against the fabric as a form of protest against his firm resolve.
Nymmy had other plans now. She opened her left eye just partially, looking at her boyfriend. She could see that he was suffering. She could see that little Harry was just as eager as little Nymmy to give one another a kiss. 'But he was being an utter prat about Hermione.' She thought resolutely. They had been friends for six, going on seven; if she had anything to do with it, years.
They had run into Hermione at Flourish and Blotts while Harry was picking up a wide variety of books, ranging from Occlumency to seventh year and Auror texts. They ran into her as Harry and Hermione both reached for the same book on Occlumency. There was a bit of a tug of war, but eventually Harry had won. Hermione, not one to be outdone, grabbed a duplicate copy, which happened to be just beside the one that she had relinquished. She attempted to get Harry's attention, to no avail. When that happened, tears of frustration and loss poured from the young lady's eyes.
"I'll catch up with you, Harry." Tonks said, quickly turning to Hermione. "You going to be OK, Hermione?"
"Does it look it? No! I'm fairly certain I'm pretty far from OK. He hates me, and to be honest I deserve it. I did turn my back on him."
"Hermione, I read the report. Amortentia, same as Harry. It's a mind rape, is what it is. You couldn't control it, and frankly no one should really suspect that you should."
"Doesn't stop him from hating me," Hermione said, feeling all of it now. The effects of the Amortentia had worn off once the counter potion had been administered. "I just want to talk to him, is that so bad. I miss him horribly. We're best friends... Could've been more than that until that arse... excuse those arses drugged us."
"Hermione, make no mistakes about this, Harry and I are a couple now." She said, registering the hurt in the girls eyes. "However, I'll see what I can do. How about this?"
"What?"
"Write him. Write him every day. I'll make sure that Hedwig will be available.
Nymmy, at this point decided to roll over and start sunning her back. However, she didn't want to catch a burn, being fair skinned and all, not that it mattered, as she could change that with a thought.
"Harry." She said, and waited but got no reply. "Oy! Harry!" She said a little more firm and noticing that his eye met hers.
"What, Nymmy," he said looking at her exasperatedly.
"Put some oil on my back, would you love?"
Reluctantly, Harry decided to comply. 'Maybe if I got up I could get little Harry under better control.' He thought, never realizing that Nymmy in a thong Bikini, minus her top wasn't going to prove to be successful.
"Fine, where do you want it?"
"Start with my legs, and work up to my thighs." She said, listening to the bottle of sun screen spurt into Harry's hands.
Harry settled in. 'This was going to be long and it would be rather difficult to perform this task while remaining loyal to one's anger,' he thought as he started just below the calf and worked his way up slowly. He skin was warmed by the sunlight, and tingled but that wasn't what was doing things to him. He was looking at her arse. She wore a g-string on purpose which left little to the imagination.
As he worked his way up, Harry noticed how Nymmy's hips were moving side to side. As he watched her perfect arse, he could just make out the sides of her tiny rosebud being covered, demanding attention, but he was holding. He told himself he was holding his resolve, but to be honest, he was weak. As he finally reached his goal, his hands found themselves atop the twin globes. They massaged and rubbed in the lotion, causing such sounds to emanate from his girlfriend.
"Now, my back, please." She said in almost monotone, however it quivered when she felt his cock begging her arse to be buggered,
They had promised to take things slow. Harry had to be sure, but to be honest, he liked her teasing him. She would give him a little peak, here and there, and sly and knowing glances. The thing that bothered Harry was odd. He was legal in the muggle world, so that if they wanted to shag like bunnies, they could. He wanted it to be legal in the wizarding world, and for that to happen, he had to be seventeen. His concern was for her reputation, and that was more than enough reason for Nymphadora Lily Tonks to fall madly and hopefully in love with Harry James Potter.
"mmm..." she purred at him. "That feels absolutely lovely Harry. I wish..." She started but was cut off, as she felt his hands come from her shoulders, to just the underside of her arms.
The tips of his fingers were only just touching the side of her breasts, as his ground his pelvis into her. To be honest, she felt the tip of him force the fabric of her thong to push into her sphincter, until the head was firmly kissing the first ring of muscles. He strained impossibly so against her as he continued to rub lotion on her, and she continued to make it difficult by pushing her arse back against him. She squeezed the head of his cock firmly just inside that entrance before pushing back slightly harder, taking his fabric incased cock deeper still.
"Get my lower back, love?" She said, distracting him slightly from what she was doing to him. She moved her hips from left to right, but any time that he attempted to withdrawl from her, she would clinch down tight on him.
To say that Harry was unaware of what was happening with Nymmy would have been a grave mistake. He knew her was buggering her, albeit clothed, on a public beach. The thing that was odd, was that while there were people there, all but one other was in the water. She was a sight for Harry. She had been an older woman, much closer to Andromeda's age of forty. She was stunning.
She had blonde straight hair and heavy breasts. She was slender and took good care of her body. What shocked Harry was that she was facing them. She had looked around nervously, to make sure no one was watching but as Harry applied the lotion to Nymmy's back he watch in shock as her left hand traveled down her stomach, and buried her fingers frantically into the confines of her own thong.
So here is our hero, buggering, without buggering the love of his life, while watching a woman diddle herself wishing that it was her. He was lost in the rapture of the moment. He was close to cumming, when he heard something he hadn't expected.
"Come on, love, finish yourself. Imagine his huge cock in your tight little cunny." Nymmy said as he forced herself against Harry hard, feeling her wall of muscle convulse against him as she bit back a scream. Harry came himself, exhaustedly as he watched the unnamed observers legs twitch, as she bit back her own scream.
Harry rolled off, exhausted now. Having only just lost his virginity and not the proper way at that, he was thankful of one thing. Nymmy was prepared, and had evidently been prepared for these events. The front of his speedo remained clean, albeit the cum stain that had pressed through the material. He fell over exhausted from his efforts. Seconds later, he felt her mouth engulf his own. He felt her tongue explore his mouth and willing dueled with his own with hers.
After the broke apart, there was a long silence. Harry understood now, and had since she had come back into his life, what love really was. He had it. He had it with her completely and utterly. There was nothing that he couldn't tell her. He had been acting like a right prat and knew that, as well.
"All right, I'll do it." He said, finally admitting defeat, and moments later after gathering their things the portkey deposited them into Harry's bedroom at the Tonks. Looking over at the familiar desk and the pile of letters from Hermione, he started with the first.
Dear Harry,
At this point, I don't know what to say. I don't think that saying I'm sorry will cover anything. I've done to you worse than Ronald did during our fourth year together. I abandoned you and I did so for him. It makes me feel better with myself that I did so not of my own means. I didn't have a choice in this Harry. I'm sure that you can remember the effects that Amortentia had on you as well.
We weren't ourselves, and I believe that we can get past what happened to us, but I desperately need something from you. I need you to forgive me. I cannot think of what life would be like without my best friend, and I dread never being able to see and talk to you again. Ronald's betrayal of us hurts more than I can put into words.
Believe it or not, Harry. You were my very first friends. I was always shunned by my classmates in primary school. I was the odd one, when my front teeth grew in rather larger, and I was always accompanied by my books.
At this point, Harry had to put the letter down for a moment. He was getting a look at Hermione that she hadn't shown anyone, not even her parents. What he hadn't guessed, at only getting through three paragraphs, was that she had lived a solitary life as well, even with the love of living parents.
Harry, when you jumped on that Troll; during our first year, that was the single most stupid, yet the single most selfless and bravest thing I had ever seen in my life. It showed me that someone other than my parents thought that my life might hold some kind of value and I'm not sorry to say that I developed somewhat of a crush in that moment, even though Ronald ultimately knocked out the same troll.
I'm not stupid, Harry. I know that without you, Ronald would have never considered coming to look for me that day. The sheer volumes of times that we had argued about the stupidest of things was in no way going to prove itself to be more and at times my resentment of him had almost pushed the three of us apart... much as we are right now.
When I think about when my feelings changed for him, I have to say that it centers around fourth year. After the Yule Ball, it was strange. I can remember thinking about nothing other than you in that way, and telling you how fanciable you were, and then, it was always about the arguments. Tooth and bloody nail, we were always at each other's throats and I think, at least I hope in some way that was my subconscious way of trying to fight the effects off.
I know that I've screwed things up with us. You're with Tonks now, for Merlin's sake, but I miss your friendship, horribly. You were ultimately the one thing that I could count on, no matter what, Harry.
I know that there are a lot more things that you have that are loads more important than the way I feel, but I have to hope. I can't live without the hope that I can have my best friend back. That I can have the forgiveness that you offered Ronald after the first task.
Tonks told me to write you every day. She said that my persistence is the key to helping you understand my sincerity in the matter. I intend to do so. You are my friend Harry, and I desperately want to hold onto that. Please give me a chance to make amends. I will swear a witch's oath...
At this point Harry had to put the letter down. He had read enough to know that he felt the pains of the Cruciatus curse. His heart leaped in so many directions now. She was finally listening to him, instead of bickering to the Weasel. His first friend, and in his mind, his only friend. He had done so many things, to keep her. He had slacked off in class, or at least kept the appearances of such. He had neglected his homework only to spend time going over it, and he had sought her out to aid him with the DA itself.
She was the first friend that Dudley hadn't managed to chase away, but she had hurt him deeply. When it was all said and done, he felt unworthy of love, because he had never realized that what he had was just that, for her. It ripped at him, once the Amortentia had worn off. He had lost her, but at the same time found her. He didn't know love until Nymmy.
He looked at her now with a little conflict in him. He had been so mean to her for the past couple of weeks, and she had every right to send him packing back to number four, but hadn't. She loved him, and he loved her with equal fervor. He knew this without question, because regardless of how he felt about his friend, she stood by him, even though at times she was forbidden to do so. He looked back down at the letter to read the final paragraph.
I will swear a witch's oath to never keep anything hidden from you ever again. I'm sorry that I was too stupid not to see Ronald's obsession, and I'm sorry that I didn't trust in you more. You've always stood by me, even when I was blind. Please let me stand by you, Harry, I beg of you.
I will write you tomorrow, as agreed. I hope that you will give me the chance here. It's all I have, is hope.
Love always,
Hermione
Harry took in the whole meaning of the letter. He had been adamant against them at start, but had reluctantly given permission, and then after begging Hedwig, given permission for Hermione to use his familiar. He sat back and read fourteen letters in all. They explained her life, and her dreams, and how much Harry had meant to her. When he was done with each one, he handed it to Nymmy, who in turn read the letters, as well.
When he was done with them all, and even though he was an emotional wreck, he sat down and wrote a very short letter to Hermione. He looked at the clock, and realized that with only two more days the trials of Ron, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley would commence. He was finished with his letter.
"Nymmy, could you get me a pensieve? I'd like for her to see a few things, after you do, of course." She was gone in a flash, and returned with her Auror issued.
Harry sat there for a moment not doing anything. He was undecided as to what to do first, but then decided that if she really wanted to be his friend, he would show her the worst. If she could come to terms with the worst, then maybe she was worthy, but he would let Nymmy see it first, and then began pulling memory after memory.
Nymmy watched the memories with reservation at first. That reservation turned to utter disgust, then horror, then finally pride. She knew, in watching these memories, including the ones that Harry had just recently just re-acquired, that he loved her.
"Could you take these to her, and make sure that she reads and watches?" He asked, and was immediately cut off by a deep passion-filled kiss.
"I'll take that as a yes." He smiled sweetly at her.
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