Her Bound Heart Chapter 18. (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Collars, Anal, Cum Play, Teasing, Toys, Spanking.

She had mere seconds to act.

Running was not an option. Even if she had been prepared to leave Harry behind there was no escaping the dozen wands pointed at her.

Bellatrix had turned away from her and bent, handing the bundle in her arm to a whimpering Pettigrew. The man scampered out of the clearing and was followed by the other Death Eaters until only three remained. Hermione decided to take advantage of the few seconds she and Harry had left. She closed her eyes, tightened her hold on Harry’s hand, and pictured the castle at the edge of the forest.

“Fuck,” she whispered, reluctantly opening her eyes after a few seconds. There would be no apparating out of the mess they were in.

“Come here, mudblood bitch.”

Bellatrix had straightened and leveled her wand at Hermione, staring at the pale girl with a maniacal grin.

Keep them talking, Hermione reminded herself. An opportunity would present itself. She refused to believe this was the end, not when she had found true love against all odds.

“I will have to respectfully decline,” Hermione said with a forced smile. “That’s no way to talk to someone, miss. Even Harry says please when he asks me to do something and I actually like him ordering me around.”

“You-” The burly Death Eater to the right of Bellatrix glared at Hermione. “Ava-”

“She’s mine!” Bellatrix screeched, knocking the man’s wand out of his hand with a quick hex. “Tend to our master, Yaxley. I will finish her and fetch Potter.”

“Fine,” Yaxley huffed. He left with the remaining Death Eather, leaving only Bellatrix in the clearing.

Bellatrix twirled her wand as she walked closer, her crazed grin growing wider at the sight of Hermione’s determined expression and pursed lips.

“What’re you going to do, silly mudblood? Fight me? You?” Bellatrix cackled.

“A wise man once said violence is the last refuge of the incompetent,” Hermione muttered even as she leveled her wand at Bellatrix.

“Babe,” Harry’s tired voice called out from below. “Sometimes violence is totally justified. I’m pretty sure this is one of those times.”

He’s fine!

Hermione desperately wanted to check on him but knew even a quick glance would mean her death and his capture. She kept her gaze fixed on Bellatrix, her mind rapidly going through her available options.

“Listen to your useless boyfriend. Fight me,” Bellatrix hissed.

“I would but I don’t like to bully the weak,” Hermione snarked calmly. She knew Harry would have fought but she wasn’t Harry Potter. She had never dueled anyone and even if by some miracle she won, there was no guarantee of their survival. Not with the other Death Eaters and Voldemort close by.

Harry was strong enough to brute force his way out of the situation but she would need to act with a little finesse.

“Weak?!” Bellatrix screeched, her eyes widening. She hissed and trembled with suppressed rage. “Weak?! You mudblood… Cru-”

Meow.

Both women froze and turned their attention as one to the source of the unexpected sound.

A fat orange cat sauntered into the clearing, totally unbothered by the two wands pointed at it.

Hermione knew the moment to act had arrived. She raised her wand in the air and closed her eyes, hoping Harry would have the good sense to do the same.

“Lux Caeca!”

A burst of bright white light erupted from her wand and flooded the dark space. Bellatrix screamed. Hermione could hear her stumble backward and fall to the ground and she tugged on Harry’s hand with all the energy she possessed, pulling him to his feet.

“Come on,” she shouted, knowing they only had a few seconds to escape.

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He ran with her, both of them stumbling blindly through the forest until the darkness slowly returned and they knew it was safe to open their eyes.

“Get them!” Bellatrix screamed from behind them.

A flurry of shouted curses followed and Hermione followed Harry’s lead and ducked to avoid the streaks of light that raced over their heads. They slammed into trees and she was only protected from the resulting splinters by the shield Harry hastily erected to deflect them.

“We can’t stay here. We’re sitting ducks,” Harry growled, pulling Hermione back to her feet.

A curse slammed into her the moment she stood and she froze, only to realize it had harmlessly fizzled out.

“How-”

“Personal wards on your toys. They’re dead now,” Harry said tersely. “Come on!” he shouted, roughly pulling on Hermione’s hand when he spotted the bushes behind them rustling.

Another streak of green light raced toward Hermione only to be blocked by a clump of earth raised from the ground by Harry.

“WE NEED THEM ALIVE MORON!”

Harry pushed Hermione behind him and raised his wand, a determined expression on his pale face. He waited until the first Death Eater cleared the bushes. He flicked his wand silently, sending the burly man racing into a tree. He slammed against the trunk and landed on the ground with a sickening crunch.

The others were more careful once they realized they had a fight on their hands. They circled around them, their positions given away by the rustling of bushes and crunching of leaves.

“Give up, Potter!” the same voice shouted. “We have you outnumbered ten to one!”

“I like those odds,” Harry murmured, his eyes alight with excitement. He was finally in his element, doing what his father and godfather had trained him for since childhood.

A jet of yellow light shot out from between the trees behind them.

“Protego!”

The spell slammed into Hermione’s shield, shattered it, and raced towards them until it was blocked by another clump of earth raised by Harry. The number of spells coming their way kept increasing in number. Harry parried them all but he found no opening to go on the offensive and Hermione could see he was tiring. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his face losing what little color it had left.

“Get ready to run. I can’t fight what I can’t see,” Harry muttered as he rapidly blocked every hex and curse coming at them with silent flicks of his wand.

Hermione nodded.

Harry took advantage of a split-second reprieve and raised his wand in the air, summoning a huge inferno. The flames encircled them and set everything alight in the dry forest, blocking them from view.

“Let’s go!” Harry pulled her through the small opening he had left to their right.

They kept running without bothering to see where they were going. Her aim (and she suspected Harry’s as well) was to put as much distance between them and the Death Eaters as possible. She only paused when Harry collapsed in a tiny clearing with a tired groan.

“Harry?” Hermione whispered, finally daring to look at him. Her warm brown eyes widened with concern when she took in his pale face and closed eyes. “Is the pain back?”

Had they unknowingly circled back to where they had found Voldemort?!

Harry shook his head. “I just need to catch my breath,” he murmured, breathing heavily. He patted the space next to him. “Sit down. You’re a bigger target if you’re standing.”

Hermione slowly lowered herself to the damp ground. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her free arm around them. Her right hand still clutched her wand tightly, her eyes constantly scanning their surroundings for signs of their pursuers.

“You were beating them,” Hermione whispered with awe in her voice. She had never seen such a display of raw power before in her life. “Silently. They were screaming and you parried every hex without a word.”

“They’re idiots. Every competent duelist knows how to fight using silent spells.”

“Why did you run? We… you could have captured them.”

“Bellatrix wasn’t there. Neither was Voldemort. I wasn’t going to wait for their arrival,” Harry murmured with a sigh. His scar still prickled, a constant reminder of how useless he had been in the clearing. He couldn’t fight Voldemort if the man’s mere presence incapacitated him. “You were brilliant in the clearing. What happened there?”

“A cat, I think? Maybe I was just imagining it. But I think Bellatrix saw the cat too,” Hermione muttered with a frown.

“A cat?”

“Mhm.”

“As weird as that is, I wasn’t talking about that. Were you trying to talk your way out of a fight with Bellatrix Lestrange?” Harry scolded. His voice carried a hint of amusement.

“Hey, I got us out of there, didn’t I?” Hermione asked with a playful scowl. “I’ve never dueled anyone. I have no idea how to fight. You saw how easily they shattered my shield.”

“That wasn’t your fault. Protego has limited applications outside the classroom and professional tournaments,” Harry explained with a reassuring smile. “So, what was your plan? Antagonize Bellatrix until she burst a vein and bled out? She was so angry,” Harry said with a quiet chuckle.

“I was just trying to buy time until I could figure out a solution.”

“Well, you were brilliant,” Harry murmured. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his lap. “You saved my life.”

“A cat saved your life.”

“Yeah, I’m not kissing a cat.” Harry gently pushed a lock of frizzy brown hair behind her ear and leaned in to brush his lips against hers. “You silly, brilliant, perfect girl. Why didn’t you run?”

“I wasn’t going to leave you. I’m never going to leave you.”

“I don’t know if I want to belt you, fuck you, or lock you in a room forever.”

“Are you in the room too?”

“Occasionally,” Harry said with a crooked smile that made her heart skip a beat.

“Option three, please.”

Harry raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“Once we’ve dealt with this mess I’m locking us in a room for a week and throwing away the key.”

“Promise?”

Harry held up his pinky in response.

Hermione giggled tiredly and locked her finger with his, letting him wiggle their interlocked digits twice.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here. We need to tell Dad what’s going on,” Harry murmured, reluctantly helping Hermione off his lap. He stood with her help and stretched, working out the kinks in his sore muscles.

“How do you still have your wand? I saw you drop it in the clearing,” Hermione said, glancing at his hand in surprise.

“I did drop it. But it’s charmed to return to me. Very handy in fights,” Harry explained. He scanned their surroundings to make sure they were alone before reaching out and grabbing Hermione’s free hand. He pulled her closer and apparated them to the edge of the forest.

Hermione sighed as she opened her eyes. The oppressive weight that had been crushing her chest ever since they had walked into the cursed woods vanished and she took in a lungful of fresh air, sighing in relief.

“Come on. We can’t stay-”

Meow.

Harry whirled around and pointed his wand at the source of the sound.

The fat orange cat sauntered out of the forest. He didn’t struggle when Hermione walked over and picked him up.

“You weren’t kidding about the cat,” Harry murmured, watching the creature bury his smushed, flat face in Hermione’s blouse.

“He saved our lives. Can we keep him? He can’t stay here.”

“Hermione…”

“Please? Bellatrix will hunt him down and kill him!”

“Hermione, this is a cursed forest. We shouldn’t be taking anything-”

“Please?” Hermione begged with big brown eyes. She cuddled the affectionate cat, wrapping her arm around him protectively.

“Fine,” Harry sighed. “But come on. We need to get out of here before it’s dark.”

“You hear that? We’re going home! Let’s get you out of here before you end up as the crazy lady’s dinner.”

Hermione smiled when the cat purred. She could have sworn he understood every word she was saying.

They walked across the castle grounds in silence. Both of them clutched their wands, tense and ready for a fight that didn’t come. Nobody attacked them. They didn’t meet a single living soul until they had reached the Muggle highway and the taxi that was waiting for them.

They silently piled into the vehicle. The cat happily settled in Hermione’s arms and promptly fell asleep. Hermione scooted closer to Harry and rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him worriedly.

“I’m fine,” Harry whispered with a small smile. “I don’t know what happened there but I’m okay now.”

“Was he in your head?” Hermione whispered.

“How did you know?”

“You shut off our connection. You never do that.”

“Smart girl.” Harry smiled and bent to kiss her forehead. “Yeah. I could feel his presence. I tried to fight him off but… I don’t know. It was like we were the same person. He’s either the greatest Legilimens in millenia or there’s something seriously wrong with that forest.”

“What if you don’t shut me out next time?”

“He’ll use our connection to invade your mind, Mione.”

“Let him. Then we’ll fight him off together.”

“That’s not a risk I’m willing to take,” Harry said in a tone that made it clear he wouldn’t budge. “You’re my submissive. It’s my job to take care of you. I’m not using you as bait.”

“Did you mean what you said in the forest? About loving me?”

“I’m letting you keep a potentially cursed creature that lived in a forest known all over the world for its dark magic,” Harry pointed out with a small smile. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for your happiness.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“I guess I do, Miss Granger,” Harry murmured. “I love you. I meant every word. I don’t think I can live without you.”

“I love you too. You are the best thing to happen to me in my short and rather miserable life,” Hermione whispered. She leaned up and kissed the corner of his lips. “Can you restore our connection, sir? Please?”

Harry nodded.

“Thank you!” Hermione gasped as the part of her mind that had been walled off from her was accessible again. He was exhausted. She could feel his pain and worry. She pushed her free hand through the space between two buttons of his shirt and rested it on his bare chest.

“Why do you love me?”

Hermione’s heart broke a little at the sad voice. He was their savior, surrounded by legions of fans and admirers, and yet in some ways… his existence was profoundly lonely.

“Because you’re my best friend, Harry. I don’t deserve you but I have you and I don’t ever plan to let you go,” Hermione whispered. “Don’t tell Ginny I called you my best friend,” she added hastily.

Harry mimed locking his mouth and throwing away the key.

The old and battered vehicle slowly trundled into the car park of their hotel. The driver rushed out to open the door for Hermione, his grin growing when Harry pressed a generous tip in his hand.

“Thank you, sir,” he said with a tiny bow.

“We have to be in the capital tomorrow. Will you be here at six?”

“Certainly, sir!”

“Don’t be late. Thank you.”

The driver nodded and whistled happily as he climbed into his car and drove off.

“What?” Harry asked, frowning when he noticed Hermione glaring at the vehicle.

“I don’t like it when other people call you sir,” Hermione grumbled. She grabbed his hand possessively and let him lead her into the hotel.

“I’m not going to make our taxi driver my submissive, love,” Harry said, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing.

“I still don’t like it,” Hermione muttered. “Can we make a rule that only I’m allowed to use titles to address you?”

“I will let the whole world know,” Harry teased.

Hermione growled and nipped at his neck playfully.

“Hello!” The peppy concierge perked up at the sight of them walking into the empty atrium of the hotel. “How was your trip?”

“It was… interesting,” Harry murmured. “To be honest we are exhausted. Please make sure we aren’t disturbed tonight. I’d also like a wake-up call at five tomorrow.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Don’t call me sir. I don’t like it,” Harry said, winking at Hermione.

Hermione pouted and dug her nails into Harry’s palm.

“Of course, si- of course,” the receptionist nodded. “That’s a beautiful cat, ma’am.”

“Thank you,” Hermione adjusted the arm that was supporting the sleeping orange cat. “We found him in the castle.”

“Do you intend to keep him?”

“Yes,” Hermione said happily.

“We do not allow pets in our rooms but there are special accommodations for them on the ground floor. Third door on the right.” She pointed down the hallway. “All the enclosures are currently empty so you can choose whichever one you like. He’ll be comfortable there.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“I’ll be in our room. I need to beef up the wards,” Harry whispered, freeing her hand from Hermione’s.

“We can leave immediately if you want,” Hermione whispered back.

“Too dangerous to travel at night. We don’t know if the Albanian Ministry is compromised so I’m going to get us a black market portkey tomorrow.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Absolutely,” Harry said with a forced smile. “My wife has grown rather attached to her new pet and is finding it difficult to say goodbye. It’s just for one night, love.”

“Mhm. I’ll see you in the room. Come on, Crookshanks, let’s get you in bed.” Hermione pecked Harry’s lips and pulled away from him. She walked down the hallway, past the parlor and the owlery until she reached the third door. She pushed it open and walked into an empty and quiet room that was divided by mesh-wire enclosures.

Hermione picked the biggest one she could find and set Crookshanks down on the soft bed. She filled the water bowl with a quick charm and then bent next to the sleepy cat, gently running her fingers through his coarse fur.

“Thank you for saving us today,” she whispered. She smiled when the cat raised his head and stared at her with intelligent yellow eyes. He purred and nuzzled into Hermione’s hand. “Get some rest. I’ll bring you something to eat in a few hours. We will go home tomorrow.”

She stood and walked out of the enclosure, making sure the gate was shut and bolted securely. She exited the room and made her way to the staircase leading up to their room, smiling at the receptionist as she passed her.

The hotel was thankfully empty, a blessing for her frayed nerves. She didn’t encounter anyone until she reached the shut door of their room. She rapped her knuckles on it, then pressed the hand over her mouth to suppress a yawn.

She needed a warm bed, a soft pillow, and her master’s strong arms wrapped around her body.

Harry cracked open the door and Hermione easily squeezed her petite body through the tiny opening. Harry silently shut the door, flipped her around, and pinned her against the polished oak before she could react.

“No questions. No talking,” Harry said tersely.

“Yes, master,” Hermione whispered, shivering when she felt his naked body pressed against hers.

He took her hand and led her to the fireplace. He had already started a fire but the flames were a brilliant blue instead of the regular orange.

“Why-”

Her disobedience was rewarded by a sharp smack to her bum.

“Ow! Sorry, sir,” she mumbled, resisting the urge to reach back and massage her stinging ass.

“Hands above your head.”

Hermione silently raised her arms and waited for further instructions.

She watched as Harry circled her, checking first her clothes and then her face. He even depressed her eyelids and gazed into her dilated pupils.

“Are we playing doctor and patient?” Hermione teased. She was looking forward to a nap but maybe a different kind of stress-relief was just what they needed.

Harry reached out and twisted the clamp secured around her aching nipple.

“OW! Sorry, sir!” Hermione gasped.

“What’s a doctor?”

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to-”

SMACK!

Harry’s palm made contact with her right buttcheek and it jiggled with the force of the impact.

“They’re Muggle healers, sir!!!”

“I found fungus on my shirt.”

“Why is that-”

SMACK!

“Oh, Merlin! I’m sorry, master!” Hermione moaned and pressed her thighs together. She began to rub them, slowly letting the part of her mind that was connected to him take over.

“It was growing on my shirt. It came from that accursed forest,” Harry muttered. “I recognize it. It usually infects the brain of a person while they’re sleeping and makes them highly susceptible to orders and suggestions.”

Harry pulled her blouse over her head and showed her the huge mass of green on its back before tossing the shirt into the fire.

“That’s why you started ordering me around the moment I walked in,” Hermione guessed.

“Yes. I noticed the growth when you were walking away from me downstairs. The fungus never grows that fast. The magic of the forest has affected it in strange ways and I thought it had already infected you. If you were more obedient than usual I knew I had to get you to Mungo’s tonight itself. The effects are usually permanent within forty-eight hours.”

“So what you’re saying is… my disobedience is good.”

Harry growled and hooked a finger under the chain connecting her nipple clamps. He used it to pull her closer.

“I… Harry!” Hermione moaned as the pressure on her breasts increased tenfold. She scampered towards her dominant and lowered her gaze obediently, wishing to spare her poor, bruised nipples from further punishment.

“You will not make a habit of it.”

“Of course not, sir,” Hermione agreed coyly. “If it was that bad why didn’t you stop me downstairs?” Hermione asked, unable to suppress her curiosity. She squeaked when Harry rested his hands on her sore breasts. He began to knead the creamy mounds and she relaxed, pressing her chest into his hands.

“I needed time to set this up.” Harry nodded to the fireplace. “The cat-”

“Crookshanks.”

“Hmm?”

“His name is Crookshanks.”

“Crookshanks made you so happy that I wanted you to have some time with him while I prepared.”

“You made a purifying rune,” Hermione murmured, studying the symbol etched into the back wall of the fireplace. “That’s why the flames are blue.”

“Yep. Everything on your body needs to go into the fire.” Harry tugged her jeans down her legs and made her step free before tossing them into the flames. Her underwear and bra were next and she wrapped her arms around her chest, shivering despite the blazing fire. “Everything alright?” Harry asked, looking at her with a frown.

“Just nerves. Today was the most excitement I’ve had in my life,” Hermione admitted shyly. “I’ve spent nearly all of it in classrooms and libraries.”

“Do you regret coming with me?” Harry asked. He circled around her and gently wrapped his fingers around the hilt of her buttplug. He slowly pulled it out of her, chuckling at her disappointed expression. “Miss it already?”

Hermione shook her head.

“What was that for?”

“No, I do not regret coming with you, Harry. I never will, no matter where we go,” Hermione said softly. She was finding it easier and easier to strike a balance between being his submissive and partner with each passing day, especially since she stopped trying to fight herself. They were two halves of his Hermione and he loved the whole. “Yes, I miss it already, master,” Hermione chirped. She groaned when she saw him toss the plug into the fire. “I like feeling full. I like walking around with your symbols on me.”

“You’ll always have my symbol on you,” Harry murmured, tracing the ‘H.P.’ on her right shoulder.

“A good girl can never have enough symbols of her partner on her body,” Hermione replied primly. She gasped and collapsed in his arms when he released the clamps on her stiff nipples. The ache turned into two pinpoints of pain and she nuzzled into him for comfort. She stiffened when she felt his fingers on the collar around her neck after a few seconds.

“Harry, what are you doing?” Hermione asked, tilting her head up to look at him.

“Everything on your body needs to go in the fire, love.”

“Harry, that’s my collar.” Hermione’s hand flew up and wrapped around her throat protectively.

“Everything, love.”

“But-”

“This will give me a good excuse to get you a bespoke collar,” Harry whispered, wrapping his free arm around her slender waist and trapping her against his body.

“What’s that?” Hermione asked.

Harry grinned. Always the curious kitten. It was one of the things he adored about her. He gently unbuckled the collar and slipped the strap free. It still stayed pinned against Hermione’s slender neck because of her hand.

“A bespoke collar is when a submissive goes with their dominant to get one made. It’s designed based on the submissive’s input and created specially for them. One of a kind, with no other copy in the world,” Harry explained in a whisper. His hand gently tugged on the collar and freed it from Hermione’s grasp. “It’s the highest level of commitment we can have in our kind of relationship.”

“You want to have one made for me?”

“Yes,” Harry murmured. “If I have your permission?”

“I’d love one,” Hermione murmured, watching her current collar wither in the blue flames sadly. She missed the pressure around her neck infinitely more than she missed the fullness in her ass from the plug. “I’m going to sound so needy and clingy but I miss my old collar already, sir.”

“You’re mine, princess. There’s no shame in accepting that,” Harry whispered. He gently kissed away the tears streaming down Hermione’s cheeks. “You don’t need a collar for that. I’ll always be there for you, collar or no collar. I’ll always take care of you.”

“Can you teach me how to fight?”

“I’ll get you a dueling tutor when we get back to London.”

“I want you to teach me, sir,” Hermione whispered, tracing the firm muscles of his bare chest with feather-light touches. “I’m already used to following your orders. And part of taking care of me is teaching me how to protect myself, yes?”

“Impeccable logic as always, Miss Granger,” Harry said, rolling his eyes fondly. “Alright. I’ll teach you.”

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Hermione gushed, punctuating each ‘thank you’ with a kiss on his chest, right over his heart.

“First lesson.” Harry bent and swept Hermione off her feet, carrying her to the bed bridal style. He dropped her on the soft mattress and flipped her around before she could react. “Constant vigilance!” he barked, smiling at Hermione's happy giggle. “If you’re not alert you will lose the fight before it begins. Do you surrender?”

“Never!” Hermione growled and playfully pushed against the hand pinning her to the bed.

Harry grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her flush against his firm chest. He leaned closer, his hot breath tickling her ear as he whispered, “I’m going to fuck your tight ass, give you a bath, and tuck you in if you do.”

“S… Sur… Surrender might be an option, sir,” Hermione stammered, breathing heavily.

Harry smirked and wrapped his hand around her slender throat to keep her pinned against him. He gently squeezed, mimicking the pressure of her now-destroyed collar. His throbbing manhood pushed into the soft swell of her ass, a promise of what was to come.

“There’s a bottle of lube on the nightstand. Summon it.”

“M-my wand is on the floor by the door, sir. I’ve only done wandless magic a couple of times,” Hermione whispered hoarsely.

“Close your eyes and imagine the bottle in your hand. Summon it.”

Hermione did as he instructed but the bottle refused to move. She kept trying, unwilling to let him down during her very first lesson.

“Imagine my thick-” Harry pushed his free hand between her slender thighs “-fat-” his fingers gently split her slick lips and made their way to her clit “-cock finally filling your ass, Miss Granger,” he whispered as he caressed her sensitive nub. “How long have you been waiting and training for this? You can have it. All you have to do is summon that bottle.”

“H-ha… Haaaary!” Hermione moaned. A surprised gasp escaped her lips when the bottle landed on her palm with a quiet THUNK. She tilted her head, looking up at Harry with wide eyes.

Harry simply smiled and pulled his hand away from her neck, keeping it in front of her until she dropped the bottle.

“Good girl,” Harry whispered.

“Thank you, sir,” Hermione mewled, her cheeks flushed from his praise. He continued his gentle assault on her clit even as he pushed her down on the bed. He spread her firm cheeks, pulled off the cap of the bottle with his teeth, and squeezed the bottle to drizzle a generous amount of lube into her tight, puckered hole.

He guided his tip into her ass. The lube helped but she was still too tight and his progress was slow. Her walls stretched around his massive girth as he slowly pushed deeper into her ass.

“Harder!” Hermione begged. Her mind was clouded by a haze of pain and pleasure. She didn’t know where the ache of her walls ended and the delicious pressure from the cock filling her belly began. She moaned wantonly, her legs trembling as Harry slowly impaled her on his shaft inch by inch. His fingers teased her sensitive nub the entire time, drawing out needy mewls from her parted lips. Her eyes fluttered shut and her body went limp as she surrendered herself to Harry.

“What was that?” Harry asked through gritted teeth.

“H-harder! Please, sir!”

Harry’s hand shifted from her neck to her hair and he used it to pull her up against his chest. Their sudden closeness thrust his cock deep inside her tight ass and he groaned loudly as his shaft buried itself up to the hilt between her plump asscheeks.

“HARRY!” Hermione shrieked, her world going dark. The momentary flash of pain subsided and left in its place an extremely pleasurable throbbing. She was so, so full. She could feel him deep in her belly, her poor, stretched walls fluttering helplessly around his girth.

“Do you want to stop?”

“Green!” Hermione gasped. “Please,” she begged, wriggling her bum against him.

Harry began to rock his hips, slowly at first but he quickly picked up speed. Hermione’s loud moans spurred him on, as did her fingers gripping his thighs. Her nails dug into his skin every time he pulled out of her and she tugged helplessly, urging him to fill her up again.

Neither of them had the strength to talk and soon the only sounds in the room were that of Hermione’s moans echoing off the walls and his balls smacking against her thighs with every thrust.

His assault on her clit was relentless. He teased the sensitive nub, timing his caresses with his thrusts into her ass. She was gushing like a fountain. Her arousal streamed down her legs, adding to the ever-growing damp spot on the sheets beneath her.

“C-can I… cum?” Hermione asked breathlessly. “Please?!”

“Do you surrender?”

“I surrender!” Hermione screamed as she came. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her petite body trembled in Harry’s arms as the orgasm rocked her to the core. She squirted all over Harry’s hand, her arousal staining his skin up to his wrist.

Harry erupted inside her with a roar the moment her tight walls clamped down on his shaft. He lost control before he could stop himself and so he simply buried himself inside her. Rope after rope of his cum painted her walls and he only pulled out of her once he was well and truly drained. He gently laid Hermione’s limp body onto the bed on her belly so he could admire her filled and slightly gaping ass and the hint of white peeking out from it.

“That changed my life,” Hermione whispered hoarsely as Harry flopped on the bed next to her.

“The wandless magic or what we did after that?” Harry asked teasingly. He glanced at the bottle lying next to him and grinned.

“Both?” Hermione happily snuggled into his chest once he had wrapped his arms around her. “We need to do it more often.”

“Wandless magic is your trump card in a duel. So, yes, I’ll be making you practice it a lot.”

“And the other thing?” Hermione asked, peppering the tanned skin of his chest with playful kisses.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” Harry teased with a tired laugh. He held her for a while and only got up when he heard Hermione’s quiet snoring.

“What’re you going to do about Voldemort?” Hermione asked with a tired yawn. She had spent a few minutes happily cuddling Harry before he picked her up from the bed and carried her to the bathroom. He had set her down on the sink where she was still seated, watching him draw purifying runes on the white marble of the bathtub.

“I’m going to kill the bastard who murdered my mother,” Harry muttered, finishing the last rune. He doubted either of them carried any residual traces of dark magic or fungus but Moody had taught him it was always better to be safe than sorry. He turned slowly and looked up at her with a smile. “And then I’m going to make you my wife, Hermione Granger.”

Notes:

My hand is better now, thank you everyone for your advice. It also means I can get back to writing which is a good thing because I go crazy when I'm not able to put my ideas into words. This chapter was a fun one to write, especially since I got to introduce a beloved feline in it! Harry and Hermione are literal harmony and it will be fun when Hermione is ready for Bellatrix the next time they face each other. How do you think James and Sirius, not to mention Susan and Daphne will react to their little adventure?