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Rides and Revelations
Harry and Hermione have a ride or two, and a revelation, hence the title. . .
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Chapter 13: Rides and Revelations
They all but ran into the Master bedroom and closed the door; Harry set up the silencing charms and turned to his fiancé.
"Harry," she asked, "do you trust me?"
"With my heart and soul luv."
"Strip!" she ordered.
He did, striking a series of teasing poses as he slowly undressed.
Hermione removed her blouse and skirt, leaving her in the white lace and stockings he had seen earlier in the day. She left her heels on as well.
"Lie on the bed, on your back" she directed, then reached into the top drawer of her dresser and removed four silk cords, like curtain cords."
"Are you sure you trust me?"
"With my very life."
She bound his wrists and ankles, albeit loosely, to the four posts of their queen-sized bed, then placed a blindfold around his eyes. Then she began to walk back and forth around the bed, kissing and caressing random parts of his anatomy, not touching his genitals, but kissing, licking and sucking all around his pubic regions.
He began to moan in frustration, his cock stood straight up like a twenty centimeter flagpole.
"Sweetheart?" she murmured, "have you ever considered shaving 'down there?'"
"Got yer wand?" he croaked breathlessly.
"Always" she smirked and began the same depilating spell he had used on her that afternoon.
"Oh baby," he rasped, "please?"
"Patience lover" she cooed and straddled him, then reached down to remove his blindfold.
She sat on his midsection still in her bra and stockings, her lace knickers were nowhere to be seen.
"Tomorrow while we're out I'm going to wear my stockings and suspenders with no knickers," she said, her voice silky, "anytime you want, during the day, you will be able to reach under my skirt and touch me."
He groaned at the mental image.
"Can you feel how wet I am;" she practically moaned, "how hot?"
"I'm going to bring you off with just my mouth and my fingers Harry, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"
"Turn around," he whispered hoarsely, "Let me do you as well . . . please?"
She spun around on his stomach and then leaned forward to take his impressive todger into her mouth and esophagus. As she deep throated him she stroked the base of his cock and kneaded his scrotum with her hands.
As she was doing this her own pudendum was achingly close to Harry's mouth, but not quite touching, he groaned in frustration.
"Fuck!" he cried and the bonds on his hands loosened completely. He used his newly won freedom to prop his head up on a pillow; he then grasped her hips and slid her back so that he could place the tip of his tongue into her sopping gash.
She 'hummmed' her approval and that was almost enough to make him shoot off in her throat.
Minerva McGonagall's lecture came back to Harry as he probed her depths with his tongue, "transfiguration is less about wand movement and incantation then it is about intent, see the beetle while it's still a button and you will be able to make it so!"
He imagined his tongue, long and warm and firm and wet, penetrating his lover's depths.
Fact: the average tongue can extend beyond the wide open mouth to a length of perhaps three centimeters (slightly more than an inch), but with the proper application of intent-driven magic Harry's tongue was protruding fifteen centimeters from his lips, a curling mass of self lubricating wriggling badge borer!
Hermione shrieked around his cock as she was penetrated by his prehensile tongue and was barely able to pull off as he pleasured her with his newfound lingual talent!
She began to rock back onto his face, "oh Goddess, oh Morgana, oh Maeve, oh Haaarry!" she screamed at the top of her lungs; then collapsed onto him.
He pulled his tongue from its nesting place and concentrated on restoring it to its normal size. When it was just long enough to touch the tip of his nose he guessed it was alright.
Her head popped up as she realized she'd just been fucked unconscious by his tongue!
"You cheated!" she shrieked as she spun around to face him, bouncing on his abs, "I was supposed to be getting you off!"
He placed his hands behind his head and smirked "ah, but nothing gives me more pleasure than to give you pleasure . . ."
She reached behind her and grabbed his blue-steel boner and placed it at her entrance, then pushed back onto it - hard!
Harry groaned as their pubic bones touched, Hermione sat there, apparently still as she mumbled what sounded like an incantation. Then she stared into Harry's eyes and groaned "I'm gonna make you come so hard your balls are gonna pucker Potter!" then she closed her eyes, face screwed up in concentration and intoned "vaginum peristalsium!"
This caused the smooth muscles of her sex to literally 'swallow' Harry's erection. Her labia majora squeezed first then the muscles that ringed her vagina began to squeeze Harry from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.
She leaned forward and murmured "you like?" when he nodded frantically she said, "Then make some noise lover, tell the world!"
"Jeee-ay-zuz baby! That's too fuckin' hot, Mione I'm gonna come so hard it's gonna come outta your ears, oh fuck yeah, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck FUUUUCK! Here it comes baby, here it comes, take it all baby, aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh!"
When they were both coherent again Harry chuckled, "it's a good thing we put up silencing wards!"
Hermione smirked, "who says I didn't take em' down?"
At Harry's horrified expression she said "It would serve em' right, don't cha think?"
"Oh, you are an evil, evil woman!"
"And I'm all yours, love" she cooed, settling down to rest on his chest, her legs spread his unflagging member still obscenely decently ensconced snugly within her moist, grasping folds.
They slept until nearly mid-morning when the duvet levitated over their still joined bodies.
"Your in-laws are up sir, ma'am, it would be in good form for you to dress and join them."
"Thank you Meacham" they both said from under the duvet.
"Shower?" he asked.
"Carry me?" she pleaded.
He lifted her as he had before and walk-carried her to the shower where they enjoyed a quick coupling and a nice rinse.
"Good morning you two," Hermione kissed each of her parents she and Harry entered the small dining room, "Sleep well?"
Emma looked dreamy, "whatever you're doing Harry, I approve."
"What do you mean, Mrs. um, Mum?"
"Our Hermione has never been so demonstrative before, it must be your influence son."
"Just blame it on a good night's sleep" he rejoined with a smile.
"I have to say I slept better than I have in many a year; that is one comfy bed" Hermione's father said with a slight smirk.
"Have to do something about those springs though . . ." Hermione murmured, loud enough for her parents to hear.
Dan did a spit-take in his coffee and nearly choked as some went down the wrong pipe.
Emma pounded him on his back while Meacham magically cleaned the coffee from the table.
When Hermione's father could get his breath back he mock-glared at her and asked "who is this evil child?"
Both couples had a good laugh over that.
"Oh Dad, I think it's great that you and Mum still love each other that way, I'll bet you would have had a house full of kids by now if, well . . ."
Emma forced a pained smile, "well, we can wait a few years and then we'll have grandchildren to spoil."
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment, "um, would you be averse to trying a little, well, magic?"
"What do you mean, son?" Emma asked.
"I'll let Hermione tell you, more coffee Dad?"
Mr. Granger took the hint and joined Harry in the kitchen.
Over a fresh pot of coffee Harry explained about Rowena's healing jewel, how it could heal and restore internal injuries. How the jewel had actually corrected his vision. He assumed, correctly, that Hermione was explaining the same thing to her Mum.
"We'll think about it" the Grangers both agreed when the men returned to the dining room.
"Son, how would you like your first driving lesson?" Dan asked.
"Really?"
"Do you have helmets?"
"Um, I don't know."
"Not to worry, if needs be we can pick some up on the way out of town."
The men went into the carriage house where there were indeed two matching helmets on a shelf, as well as two self-sizing leather jackets.
Under the shelf were two pairs of boots made from exotic leather.
"Looks like snakeskin" Dan commented.
"Dragon hide" Harry observed.
"Are you sure?"
Harry thought back to Norbert, then the Hugarian Horntail he'd faced in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and shrugged, "pretty sure."
"We'll ride pillion at first, to give you a feel for it."
Meacham opened the carriage house doors that emptied into the alley as Dan, with Harry on the back, rumbled smoothly into traffic. Emma and Hermione followed in the family's Mercedes. They navigated the roundabout and headed north out of the city. Taking the A1000 out of the city, they passed through Potter's Bar and Brookman's Park, where they headed further north on B158, a relatively un-traveled secondary road. Ten clicks out of town Dan pulled over to the side, Emma parked behind them.
The two men spent about a half hour going over clutch, gearshift, brakes, rules of the road and some good motorcycle common sense.
"Your turn" Dan said, tossing Harry the keys.
Harry took to the Triumph Trident as easily as he had taken to his first broom; it was in fact the closest sensation one could get to riding a broom without leaving the ground. He rode singly, then pillion with Dan, then Emma, then finally Hermione, who hugged him tightly as he motored down the road. They merged with A414 and headed west to Hertford, where Dan and Emma had their home and practice.
The two couples enjoyed an early lunch, after which Harry and Hermione said their goodbyes and headed back to Grimauld Place on the Triumph.
"Faster," she screamed through the helmet's faceplate, "go faster!"
Harry grinned and downshifted before applying more throttle, which brought the midnight blue bike to well over 150 km/h in just under a second. They both thrilled to the acceleration, the speed; as did the traffic cop on A414.
"Shite!" he said, "Hang on Hermione!"
He reached into his jacket and pulled out his wand, then rocketed around the bend to B158. As soon as the police car was gone from his rear-view mirror Harry disillusioned both himself and Hermione, then the bike. He let go the throttle and pulled over.
Within a few seconds the police car went screaming by as the two Bobbies within looked all around for the missing motorcycle.
"Whew," Harry said, "that was too close."
"Harry" Hermione asked, "didn't you say before that this bike could fly?"
"Um, yeah, but I don't know how."
"Well, how does a broom fly?"
"Oh that's easy, you just think 'up!' and next thing you know, you're flying."
"Well, why not give it a go?"
Harry looked skeptical but decided, "why not?"
They pulled back onto the road where Harry leaned slightly forward as he would if he were on a broomstick and urged the Triumph into the air.
"Higher" Hermione screamed, "go higher!"
Harry grinned again and urged the bike to greater heights.
"Look at that!" Hermione squealed, pointing at the Bobbies below, they had evidently set up a road block intending to catch the motorcycle miscreants. They shared a laugh over that as Harry followed the roads home. Near Grimauld Place he set the big bike down, de-disillusioned it and himself and Hermione, then motored into the alley with his fiancé plastered to him like a second skin. Meacham was in the alley holding the carriage house doors open.
Neither Harry nor Hermione nor Meacham noticed the watchful black amorphous shape perfectly camouflaged in the shadows.
They settled into the library, their favorite room in the house where Meacham brought them tea.
"I need to see Judge Vance tomorrow; and Minister Scrimgeour sometime this week," Harry said.
"You really are going to need a social secretary Harry" Hermione said. Then she noticed him frowning "what is it?"
"I was thinking about something, several somethings actually" he answered, "I've lived my life since my first year at Hogwart's just knowing that I was going to have to face Riddle, I never actually expected to survive that, y'know?"
She nodded her head sadly.
"Now I'm free of him, and I'd like to maybe go somewhere and celebrate that freedom."
"Well, we seem to have an island in the Caribbean and a mountain home in Canada. Would you rather have warm tropical breezes or cozy up in front of a fire?"
"Let's just get through this week first, okay?"
He started looking around for the book he had been reading and she said, "On the table next to the big comfy couch."
"How did you do that?"
"Dunno, I just guessed you were looking for your book."
He gathered her up in a gentle embrace "already acting like old married folks; I love it, and I love you most of all, Mrs. Potter."
They settled onto the BCC ("Big Comfy Couch") this time with Hermione sitting upright, balancing her book on the arm of the couch as Harry lay with his head in her lap. She ran her fingers through his unruly hair when she didn't need them to turn a page. He was soon fast asleep.
Harry walked into a familiar looking alleyway where he saw a small girl, perhaps ten or eleven years old crouched on the ground. She was dressed in a primary school uniform and had an incredibly frizzy mop of brown hair. She was facing the wall and sobbing into her arms.
"Hello little one, are you lost?"
"Y-yes, and I'm all alone, and I'm tired and I'm hungry!" she cried.
"Do you live around here?"
"I don't know" her shoulders shook, "I don't think so."
"What's your name little one?"
"I don't know that either, I used to have a name but somebody stole it!"
Harry chuckled, "how can someone steal your name?"
"I dunno, but she did, and I want it back."
"Will you come with me, maybe we can find a policeman and he can find your name" he suggested.
The little girl nodded her head and began to rise to her feet, as she did she grew from a little girl to a teen to a young woman, when she turned to face him it was an emaciated Hermione Granger, her skin parchment white, with dark circles ringing her protruding eyes.
"Please" she croaked, "I haven't much time, Harry, please help me!"
Her face became skull-like as a black shroud began to cover her features and she became the dementor that had been stalking them.
"HERMIONE; NOOOOOOO!"
Harry sat up on the couch, breathing raggedly, relieved to see Hermione sitting there, wide eyed; she'd apparently been crying.
He leaned toward her to hold her, to reassure her, to remind himself that she was really there only to stop in shock as she scuttled away from him.
"Mione?" he asked, frightened by her reaction, "Mione, it's alright, it was a dream . . ."
He looked down at his still shaking hands.
". . . a nightmare!"
"Cliodna commands me, my love, and I must obey" she said, tears flowing down her face.
"Hermione?"
She shook her head.
"What do you mean no?" he asked, frightened for her.
"No" she sobbed, "not Hermione!"
"Of course you are" Harry insisted.
"Are you sure; are you really?" she cried.
"You know I am!" he said, starting to get angry.
"No" she sniffed, "no you're not."
She gazed into his eyes, his beautiful green eyes and removed the engagement ring from her finger.
"I can't accept this Harry; I'm not who you think I am."
"Hermione please!" he was really getting angry now "don't do this, you're scaring your husband!"
"I told you Harry, not Hermione."
She bowed her head.
"Hermione is gone."
She extended her hand, the engagement ring in her thumb and forefinger, offering it to Harry.
"I'm Myrtle."
Harry's shoulders drooped; he accepted the ring and turned away. Myrtles life was over before it had begun. She watched him stand there, knowing how much she had hurt him, grieving for the pain she had brought him. Slowly he turned to face her again; she only knew that she deserved whatever he did next. Would he scream, would he strike her, what would he do? He reached down, took her left hand and placed the ring back on her third finger. His haunted green eyes looked up into her unbelieving dark brown ones.
He just said, simply, "I know."
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Author's Note: as always a large warm cyber-hug to my awesome beta Great Writer Sarah. So the truth is out. C'mon guys, the anvil sized hints? I think Crabbe and Goyle would have figured it out by now. So why did Harry go along with it? Patience dear readers; all will be revealed.
Eventually. . .
N!
They all but ran into the Master bedroom and closed the door; Harry set up the silencing charms and turned to his fiancé.
"Harry," she asked, "do you trust me?"
"With my heart and soul luv."
"Strip!" she ordered.
He did, striking a series of teasing poses as he slowly undressed.
Hermione removed her blouse and skirt, leaving her in the white lace and stockings he had seen earlier in the day. She left her heels on as well.
"Lie on the bed, on your back" she directed, then reached into the top drawer of her dresser and removed four silk cords, like curtain cords."
"Are you sure you trust me?"
"With my very life."
She bound his wrists and ankles, albeit loosely, to the four posts of their queen-sized bed, then placed a blindfold around his eyes. Then she began to walk back and forth around the bed, kissing and caressing random parts of his anatomy, not touching his genitals, but kissing, licking and sucking all around his pubic regions.
He began to moan in frustration, his cock stood straight up like a twenty centimeter flagpole.
"Sweetheart?" she murmured, "have you ever considered shaving 'down there?'"
"Got yer wand?" he croaked breathlessly.
"Always" she smirked and began the same depilating spell he had used on her that afternoon.
"Oh baby," he rasped, "please?"
"Patience lover" she cooed and straddled him, then reached down to remove his blindfold.
She sat on his midsection still in her bra and stockings, her lace knickers were nowhere to be seen.
"Tomorrow while we're out I'm going to wear my stockings and suspenders with no knickers," she said, her voice silky, "anytime you want, during the day, you will be able to reach under my skirt and touch me."
He groaned at the mental image.
"Can you feel how wet I am;" she practically moaned, "how hot?"
"I'm going to bring you off with just my mouth and my fingers Harry, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"
"Turn around," he whispered hoarsely, "Let me do you as well . . . please?"
She spun around on his stomach and then leaned forward to take his impressive todger into her mouth and esophagus. As she deep throated him she stroked the base of his cock and kneaded his scrotum with her hands.
As she was doing this her own pudendum was achingly close to Harry's mouth, but not quite touching, he groaned in frustration.
"Fuck!" he cried and the bonds on his hands loosened completely. He used his newly won freedom to prop his head up on a pillow; he then grasped her hips and slid her back so that he could place the tip of his tongue into her sopping gash.
She 'hummmed' her approval and that was almost enough to make him shoot off in her throat.
Minerva McGonagall's lecture came back to Harry as he probed her depths with his tongue, "transfiguration is less about wand movement and incantation then it is about intent, see the beetle while it's still a button and you will be able to make it so!"
He imagined his tongue, long and warm and firm and wet, penetrating his lover's depths.
Fact: the average tongue can extend beyond the wide open mouth to a length of perhaps three centimeters (slightly more than an inch), but with the proper application of intent-driven magic Harry's tongue was protruding fifteen centimeters from his lips, a curling mass of self lubricating wriggling badge borer!
Hermione shrieked around his cock as she was penetrated by his prehensile tongue and was barely able to pull off as he pleasured her with his newfound lingual talent!
She began to rock back onto his face, "oh Goddess, oh Morgana, oh Maeve, oh Haaarry!" she screamed at the top of her lungs; then collapsed onto him.
He pulled his tongue from its nesting place and concentrated on restoring it to its normal size. When it was just long enough to touch the tip of his nose he guessed it was alright.
Her head popped up as she realized she'd just been fucked unconscious by his tongue!
"You cheated!" she shrieked as she spun around to face him, bouncing on his abs, "I was supposed to be getting you off!"
He placed his hands behind his head and smirked "ah, but nothing gives me more pleasure than to give you pleasure . . ."
She reached behind her and grabbed his blue-steel boner and placed it at her entrance, then pushed back onto it - hard!
Harry groaned as their pubic bones touched, Hermione sat there, apparently still as she mumbled what sounded like an incantation. Then she stared into Harry's eyes and groaned "I'm gonna make you come so hard your balls are gonna pucker Potter!" then she closed her eyes, face screwed up in concentration and intoned "vaginum peristalsium!"
This caused the smooth muscles of her sex to literally 'swallow' Harry's erection. Her labia majora squeezed first then the muscles that ringed her vagina began to squeeze Harry from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.
She leaned forward and murmured "you like?" when he nodded frantically she said, "Then make some noise lover, tell the world!"
"Jeee-ay-zuz baby! That's too fuckin' hot, Mione I'm gonna come so hard it's gonna come outta your ears, oh fuck yeah, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck FUUUUCK! Here it comes baby, here it comes, take it all baby, aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh!"
When they were both coherent again Harry chuckled, "it's a good thing we put up silencing wards!"
Hermione smirked, "who says I didn't take em' down?"
At Harry's horrified expression she said "It would serve em' right, don't cha think?"
"Oh, you are an evil, evil woman!"
"And I'm all yours, love" she cooed, settling down to rest on his chest, her legs spread his unflagging member still obscenely decently ensconced snugly within her moist, grasping folds.
They slept until nearly mid-morning when the duvet levitated over their still joined bodies.
"Your in-laws are up sir, ma'am, it would be in good form for you to dress and join them."
"Thank you Meacham" they both said from under the duvet.
"Shower?" he asked.
"Carry me?" she pleaded.
He lifted her as he had before and walk-carried her to the shower where they enjoyed a quick coupling and a nice rinse.
"Good morning you two," Hermione kissed each of her parents she and Harry entered the small dining room, "Sleep well?"
Emma looked dreamy, "whatever you're doing Harry, I approve."
"What do you mean, Mrs. um, Mum?"
"Our Hermione has never been so demonstrative before, it must be your influence son."
"Just blame it on a good night's sleep" he rejoined with a smile.
"I have to say I slept better than I have in many a year; that is one comfy bed" Hermione's father said with a slight smirk.
"Have to do something about those springs though . . ." Hermione murmured, loud enough for her parents to hear.
Dan did a spit-take in his coffee and nearly choked as some went down the wrong pipe.
Emma pounded him on his back while Meacham magically cleaned the coffee from the table.
When Hermione's father could get his breath back he mock-glared at her and asked "who is this evil child?"
Both couples had a good laugh over that.
"Oh Dad, I think it's great that you and Mum still love each other that way, I'll bet you would have had a house full of kids by now if, well . . ."
Emma forced a pained smile, "well, we can wait a few years and then we'll have grandchildren to spoil."
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment, "um, would you be averse to trying a little, well, magic?"
"What do you mean, son?" Emma asked.
"I'll let Hermione tell you, more coffee Dad?"
Mr. Granger took the hint and joined Harry in the kitchen.
Over a fresh pot of coffee Harry explained about Rowena's healing jewel, how it could heal and restore internal injuries. How the jewel had actually corrected his vision. He assumed, correctly, that Hermione was explaining the same thing to her Mum.
"We'll think about it" the Grangers both agreed when the men returned to the dining room.
"Son, how would you like your first driving lesson?" Dan asked.
"Really?"
"Do you have helmets?"
"Um, I don't know."
"Not to worry, if needs be we can pick some up on the way out of town."
The men went into the carriage house where there were indeed two matching helmets on a shelf, as well as two self-sizing leather jackets.
Under the shelf were two pairs of boots made from exotic leather.
"Looks like snakeskin" Dan commented.
"Dragon hide" Harry observed.
"Are you sure?"
Harry thought back to Norbert, then the Hugarian Horntail he'd faced in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and shrugged, "pretty sure."
"We'll ride pillion at first, to give you a feel for it."
Meacham opened the carriage house doors that emptied into the alley as Dan, with Harry on the back, rumbled smoothly into traffic. Emma and Hermione followed in the family's Mercedes. They navigated the roundabout and headed north out of the city. Taking the A1000 out of the city, they passed through Potter's Bar and Brookman's Park, where they headed further north on B158, a relatively un-traveled secondary road. Ten clicks out of town Dan pulled over to the side, Emma parked behind them.
The two men spent about a half hour going over clutch, gearshift, brakes, rules of the road and some good motorcycle common sense.
"Your turn" Dan said, tossing Harry the keys.
Harry took to the Triumph Trident as easily as he had taken to his first broom; it was in fact the closest sensation one could get to riding a broom without leaving the ground. He rode singly, then pillion with Dan, then Emma, then finally Hermione, who hugged him tightly as he motored down the road. They merged with A414 and headed west to Hertford, where Dan and Emma had their home and practice.
The two couples enjoyed an early lunch, after which Harry and Hermione said their goodbyes and headed back to Grimauld Place on the Triumph.
"Faster," she screamed through the helmet's faceplate, "go faster!"
Harry grinned and downshifted before applying more throttle, which brought the midnight blue bike to well over 150 km/h in just under a second. They both thrilled to the acceleration, the speed; as did the traffic cop on A414.
"Shite!" he said, "Hang on Hermione!"
He reached into his jacket and pulled out his wand, then rocketed around the bend to B158. As soon as the police car was gone from his rear-view mirror Harry disillusioned both himself and Hermione, then the bike. He let go the throttle and pulled over.
Within a few seconds the police car went screaming by as the two Bobbies within looked all around for the missing motorcycle.
"Whew," Harry said, "that was too close."
"Harry" Hermione asked, "didn't you say before that this bike could fly?"
"Um, yeah, but I don't know how."
"Well, how does a broom fly?"
"Oh that's easy, you just think 'up!' and next thing you know, you're flying."
"Well, why not give it a go?"
Harry looked skeptical but decided, "why not?"
They pulled back onto the road where Harry leaned slightly forward as he would if he were on a broomstick and urged the Triumph into the air.
"Higher" Hermione screamed, "go higher!"
Harry grinned again and urged the bike to greater heights.
"Look at that!" Hermione squealed, pointing at the Bobbies below, they had evidently set up a road block intending to catch the motorcycle miscreants. They shared a laugh over that as Harry followed the roads home. Near Grimauld Place he set the big bike down, de-disillusioned it and himself and Hermione, then motored into the alley with his fiancé plastered to him like a second skin. Meacham was in the alley holding the carriage house doors open.
Neither Harry nor Hermione nor Meacham noticed the watchful black amorphous shape perfectly camouflaged in the shadows.
They settled into the library, their favorite room in the house where Meacham brought them tea.
"I need to see Judge Vance tomorrow; and Minister Scrimgeour sometime this week," Harry said.
"You really are going to need a social secretary Harry" Hermione said. Then she noticed him frowning "what is it?"
"I was thinking about something, several somethings actually" he answered, "I've lived my life since my first year at Hogwart's just knowing that I was going to have to face Riddle, I never actually expected to survive that, y'know?"
She nodded her head sadly.
"Now I'm free of him, and I'd like to maybe go somewhere and celebrate that freedom."
"Well, we seem to have an island in the Caribbean and a mountain home in Canada. Would you rather have warm tropical breezes or cozy up in front of a fire?"
"Let's just get through this week first, okay?"
He started looking around for the book he had been reading and she said, "On the table next to the big comfy couch."
"How did you do that?"
"Dunno, I just guessed you were looking for your book."
He gathered her up in a gentle embrace "already acting like old married folks; I love it, and I love you most of all, Mrs. Potter."
They settled onto the BCC ("Big Comfy Couch") this time with Hermione sitting upright, balancing her book on the arm of the couch as Harry lay with his head in her lap. She ran her fingers through his unruly hair when she didn't need them to turn a page. He was soon fast asleep.
Harry walked into a familiar looking alleyway where he saw a small girl, perhaps ten or eleven years old crouched on the ground. She was dressed in a primary school uniform and had an incredibly frizzy mop of brown hair. She was facing the wall and sobbing into her arms.
"Hello little one, are you lost?"
"Y-yes, and I'm all alone, and I'm tired and I'm hungry!" she cried.
"Do you live around here?"
"I don't know" her shoulders shook, "I don't think so."
"What's your name little one?"
"I don't know that either, I used to have a name but somebody stole it!"
Harry chuckled, "how can someone steal your name?"
"I dunno, but she did, and I want it back."
"Will you come with me, maybe we can find a policeman and he can find your name" he suggested.
The little girl nodded her head and began to rise to her feet, as she did she grew from a little girl to a teen to a young woman, when she turned to face him it was an emaciated Hermione Granger, her skin parchment white, with dark circles ringing her protruding eyes.
"Please" she croaked, "I haven't much time, Harry, please help me!"
Her face became skull-like as a black shroud began to cover her features and she became the dementor that had been stalking them.
"HERMIONE; NOOOOOOO!"
Harry sat up on the couch, breathing raggedly, relieved to see Hermione sitting there, wide eyed; she'd apparently been crying.
He leaned toward her to hold her, to reassure her, to remind himself that she was really there only to stop in shock as she scuttled away from him.
"Mione?" he asked, frightened by her reaction, "Mione, it's alright, it was a dream . . ."
He looked down at his still shaking hands.
". . . a nightmare!"
"Cliodna commands me, my love, and I must obey" she said, tears flowing down her face.
"Hermione?"
She shook her head.
"What do you mean no?" he asked, frightened for her.
"No" she sobbed, "not Hermione!"
"Of course you are" Harry insisted.
"Are you sure; are you really?" she cried.
"You know I am!" he said, starting to get angry.
"No" she sniffed, "no you're not."
She gazed into his eyes, his beautiful green eyes and removed the engagement ring from her finger.
"I can't accept this Harry; I'm not who you think I am."
"Hermione please!" he was really getting angry now "don't do this, you're scaring your husband!"
"I told you Harry, not Hermione."
She bowed her head.
"Hermione is gone."
She extended her hand, the engagement ring in her thumb and forefinger, offering it to Harry.
"I'm Myrtle."
Harry's shoulders drooped; he accepted the ring and turned away. Myrtles life was over before it had begun. She watched him stand there, knowing how much she had hurt him, grieving for the pain she had brought him. Slowly he turned to face her again; she only knew that she deserved whatever he did next. Would he scream, would he strike her, what would he do? He reached down, took her left hand and placed the ring back on her third finger. His haunted green eyes looked up into her unbelieving dark brown ones.
He just said, simply, "I know."
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Author's Note: as always a large warm cyber-hug to my awesome beta Great Writer Sarah. So the truth is out. C'mon guys, the anvil sized hints? I think Crabbe and Goyle would have figured it out by now. So why did Harry go along with it? Patience dear readers; all will be revealed.
Eventually. . .
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