February 1, 1998
Harry pushed his lunch plate away and waited patiently for Hermione and Ron to finish. He had brought up bringing Remus in on their mission before but they had never gotten around to talking about it. Now, he wanted to, mostly because if they were going to go ahead and bring him in in the end, they might as well do so now because he was at his wits end as to where the next one could be.
Hermione was the first one done, pushing her mostly empty plate away from her. She was preoccupied and didn't seem quite herself and he wasn't sure why. He wondered briefly if Ron had said or done something inappropriate but quickly pushed the thought away. He had made sure to be as far away from Hermione as possible unless she was the one that broached him and made the physical contact. Usually, it was just a quick hug that was nothing new from what she had done before but after becoming an alpha, it was harder than anything to accept. He always tried, though, he never wanted her to think that he didn't trust her.
Hermione immersed herself in her book once more but he could tell that she wasn't really reading. Her fingers flitted around her face far too much and her eyes darted about the page far too often. Ron belched loudly and finally pushed his plate away while Harry swept his wand quickly, clearing the table while setting the dishes to wash. Hermione frowned at him.
"I was going to do that, Harry. It was my turn," she told him. He reached out and took her hand, pressing her knuckles to his lips. Her skin felt as though it was on fire and he wondered briefly if she was sick. Suddenly, everything was falling into place in his mind and he knew what was wrong. Her heat cycles came every three months and it had been three months since they had first started this adventure together. She was getting ready to go into heat again and not only was Harry excited as fuck to help her through it, he wasn't sure what he was going to do with Ron.
"It's okay, kitten. We really need to talk about letting Remus help us. We aren't getting anywhere despite the fact that 'Mi is killing herself with research. We just don't have the material here to really do any good. I know that it's ultimately my decision since this is my mission but you're both here with me and have been from the start. What are your thoughts and opinions?" Harry asked, sincerely hoping that they were as onboard with telling Remus as he was. He knew that if they told him they weren't alright with it and he did it anyways, there would be a huge chance that it would hurt their friendship and even his relationship with Hermione. Therefore, he really hoped that they were on his side. Hermione sighed and nodded her head.
"I think we should tell him, maybe even Minerva. Definitely Remus though. I have researched until I can't research anything else. I need someone to help me that has fresh eyes on the subject because I feel like I'm missing something and that it's big. Maybe I'm not, I don't know, but I do know that I'm tired and it's getting harder and harder to open those books to look for horcruxes knowing that I won't find anything. I feel like I'm letting you all down and that's never happened before," Hermione said, the last of her statement coming out as a whisper. Harry reached out and took her hand, pulling her to where she had no choice but to sit in his lap, his hand tangling in her hair.
"Kitten, you haven't let us down. You have read every single book you have brought from cover to cover trying to help me. We've gone to libraries and gotten even more books. You're doing your part but there is nothing wrong with asking for help. You can't be perfect all the time," Harry reassured her. She gave him a small smile and nodded. Ron leaned forward and blew a deep breath out of his mouth and Harry knew that he wasn't going to like what his friend had to say. He raked a hand through his red hair and looked up to meet Harry's eyes.
"This is your mission and you're going to do what you want with it and I understand that. This is going to sound ridiculous and it probably is. It's entirely selfish. I don't want you to tell Remus about the horcruxes because of this shite with my mum and sister. I'm not stupid, Harry, I know that he doesn't trust me completely because of what they had planned. I know that nobody does and I don't blame them. I don't blame you two, especially after how I acted like a git. However, while I deserve your mistrust, I don't deserve his and if he's around constantly, I'll have it in my face all the time, him constantly thinking that I'm going to potion the two of you. You didn't hear him at that Order meeting, he threatened to kill my mum in front of everyone. He wasn't scared of anyone, not even my brother and he's an alpha. Makes me wonder if Remus is really a beta like he says. It would just get really tiring for me, that's all," Ron explained.
Suddenly, Harry was transported back to that Order safehouse that Ron had led him to and Remus' words resounded in his mind. Ron wants to fuck Hermione, he wasn't saying that he would, but desire did strange things to a man. He knew that Ron still wanted Hermione, he could smell the arousal on his best mate when she was near. However, he had never seen his best mate act on it so he had never let on that he knew. There was also the small fact that Harry still didn't trust Ron one hundred percent with what he had known and agreed to do for his mother in regards to drugging Hermione with the suppression potion. He wanted to believe his best mate would never willingly drug Hermione but Harry couldn't help the protective drive he felt when it came to his mate. It was stronger than the drive to breathe, he thought.
Harry sighed and raked his hand through his unruly hair and Hermione started to grind against him, instantly waking his cock. His hands snaked out and grasped her hips, stilling her with a sharp look. She tried to look abashed but he knew that she wasn't. She wasn't his innocent little princess anymore and he loved it. The fact that she was acting like this in front of Ron meant that her heat was getting closer and he needed to wrap this up.
"You're right, Ron, those are purely selfish reasons that I'm going to have to ignore. I'm sorry. I don't want you to be uncomfortable and I'm sorry that you think Remus will hold your mother and sister against you. I think as long as you continue to prove to everyone that you're on my side like you have been, you'll be fine. He was nothing but pleasant to you at the safehouse and he would never harm you unless he thought that you had potioned me or Hermione. Things are different for him because he's a werewolf; I'm like his kid so that's going to extend to Hermione now and werewolves are extremely protective of their young. Even you have to admit that we're getting nowhere though. I don't want to be out here, just waiting for someone that we care about to die, because we didn't ask for help. The more time we waste, the more people die out there," Harry told him steadfastly. Ron hung his head but nodded it nonetheless before looking up to meet his gaze.
"Yeah, I get it. I'd feel real bad if one of my family was killed because we were fucking off because I didn't want to ask for help. Like I said, I was being selfish. We'll ask him to meet us somewhere and bring him back here, tell him everything. Maybe he can get us new books or has new ideas of where to search. We are kind of isolated here, have no idea what's going on in the real world while we're cooped up here," Ron said as he stood and headed for his bunk. Harry urged Hermione to stand and gestured for her to head to their bed. She was quick to comply and once she was far enough away, Harry activated the spells they used at night when he saw that Ron was packing. He narrowed his eyes at his friend.
"Are you really leaving us again, mate? You don't get your way with Remus and you leave in a snit?" Harry asked angrily, his temper flaring. Ron turned and glared back at his friend, not even flinching at the animosity in Harry's gaze.
"No, mate, I'm leaving because I can tell what's about to happen and I don't want to be around to witness it. It's bad enough that I know you're fucking her like mad every night ten feet from my bed but I can't stick around and handle three days straight of it. We just got here this morning so I'll return in four days time before noon. We'll pack up camp and move before we contact Remus," Ron told him in a flat voice. Harry wasn't sure why this bothered him but it did. Maybe it was the way he worded it, bad enough that he was fucking her every night, but he didn't like it one bit. He glared at his friend.
"I thought that you were fine with the two of us together; that comment doesn't sound like you're fine. Frankly, I don't like the way you worded it to be honest. Are you going to be able being around her, Ron? I need to know that I can trust you not to try to fuck her behind my back. I'm not sure what it would do to her and if it hurt or killed her, I would likely kill you," Harry told him, complete honesty in his voice. Ron was taken aback, hurt abound on his face.
"I would never do that to you, mate. Do I want her? Yes, more than anything. I've wanted her since fourth year. I'd love to fuck her into the mattress but I've also been in love with her and I've made a poor showing of myself and that's my fault. I understand that you two share a connection that I'll never understand and I'm trying to get the insane amount of jealousy I have for it under control. I have done exceedingly well, especially knowing that you're fucking her into the mattress every single night. That's your right and I would never say a word against you about it. However, you're about to spend the next three days straight fucking like possessed animals, fuck, I could already smell her cunt while she was sitting on you. It's already starting. I can't be around that and not want to fuck her too. Alphas aren't the only ones affected by an omega in heat, they're just the only ones that can relieve the omega's need. Trust me, I'd like nothing more than to bury my cock so far inside her that she feel it in her throat. However, she deserves more than that from me and you're my best mate. I don't want to ruin things between the three of us so it's best that I go. Our friendship wouldn't survive it. I wouldn't survive it," Ron told him baldly. Harry wanted to gut him for the things he was saying but he knew deep down that Ron was just trying to paint a picture for him so he would know exactly what was going on. Therefore, Harry nodded.
"Where will you go?" he asked as Ron closed up his duffel bag. Ron flashed him a smile.
"I'll go to Bill's most likely. Don't want to go to the Burrow and listen to Mum go on about how I failed the family because you ended up bonding to Hermione. I'd much rather look at Fleur for four days," Ron said with a cheeky grin. Harry stepped forward and gave his best mate a quick hug before watching him leave the tent. He stepped out and watched him leave the wards, only to disapparate immediately once he was free of them. He hoped against hope that his best mate was alright. If he wasn't, he would never get over the guilt.
However, Harry had more important things to tend to right now.
-O-
Hermione knew what was happening to her after Harry had gestured for her to go to their bed. She hadn't been aware before that; she had felt out of sorts but hadn't really pinpointed as to why. She surely hadn't paid attention to the dates. However, she had sat on Harry's lap and the feel of his cock against her quim, even flaccid, had gotten her hot and she couldn't help but to grind on it, despite the fact that Ron was sitting right there.
Sure, she would probably be mortified later at her actions. In fact, she knew she would. However, right now, she didn't care. The heat inside her was building and she knew from last time that it wouldn't be satisfied until Harry was inside her, dominating her, filling her with his seed, knotting inside her. Just the thought of his taking her however he wanted made her pussy trickle juices down her thighs.
Hermione stripped naked, no longer worried about what Harry would think when he saw her naked. She was assured that he found her physically attractive. Sure, she still worried that he found other girls moreso, but she knew that she turned him on. While he loved her breasts, he loved her arse more. She wasn't sure why since she found it overly large, her thighs as well, but she had finally decided that it took all kinds of women to make the men in the world happy.
She settled herself on their bed, legs spread far apart, her fingers slowly swiping through her thick arousal fluid before heading north to tickle her pleasure pearl. There was no way that she would find any relief from her own hand, they had learned that the last time, but it was a way to pass the time until Harry finished speaking with Ron. She wasn't sure what they were speaking of but she knew that Harry understood what she needed. He would be here as soon as he could be.
Her other hand came up to toy with her nipples, pulling at them, pinching them slightly, tugging them just enough to bring a hint of pain to her pleasure. Her fingers found her entrance and started to pump inside her, coating her hand with her own liquid desire. She wasn't sure how long she had been at it but she knew that she had been chasing her orgasm for at least ten minutes when she realized that she could feel eyes on her; she opened her own to realize that Harry was standing by Ron's bed, watching her, hungry gaze on his face. She didn't stop, he would only protest if she did.
"Where's Ron?" she panted. Harry started to strip off his clothing, dropping them on the floor as he neared the bed, eyeing her as though she were a meal.
"He went to Bill's until you're through this. He could tell that it was time," Harry told her. Hermione felt her cheeks flame and she wondered how he could tell. However, then she decided that it was probably better that she didn't know. She removed her hands from herself and surrendered herself to him.
"I need you, Harry," Hermione begged him, the desperation in her voice clearly audible. Harry smirked at her, clearly enjoying how much she needed him.
"I want to make you need me so much that you explode the second I touch your perfect little cunt. How should I go about doing that?" he asked her, getting close enough to gently stroke her nipple with his thumb. She shuddered at his touch.
"I don't know. I don't care. I just know that I need you before I lose my mind," she told him honestly. He motioned for her to flip over on her belly and she was quick to comply. He reached down and lifted her hips so she was on her knees but her face was still buried in the duvet.
Hermione felt his fingers slide through her folds, avoiding her entrance and her button, just stroking her softly, making her even more needy. She spread her legs further, to make herself more available but it didn't matter. His mouth was pressing soft kisses around her back entrance and she jerked in surprise when she felt him rim her. She moaned in response but jerked when she felt a sharp slap as he brought a hand down hard on her arse. Her hands clenched in the pillow and she couldn't hide the moan the escaped her mouth. His tongue dipped down into her puckered hole and she felt so dirty, a hand laying a second slap on her arse. She knew that the second one was going to leave a welt and she loved it. His fingers still refused to touch her where she wanted but she could feel her liquid desire running down her legs.
There were five more smacks to her arse and he was teasing her arse relentlessly. She knew better than to move, knew better than to shift her weight to where his hand would brush up against where she needed it. It would just prolong her pleasure. Finally, she broke out in a sob because she truly felt as though she were going to fly apart.
"Just kill me now, Harry, I can't take any more. If you aren't going to give me relief, just kill me now," she sobbed. Her tears were real and the agony he had created for her was unbearable. She didn't know how to explain it but she felt as though she were about to fly apart and nothing would ever hold her together again.
Hermione found herself flipped over and his cock buried inside her in just a moment; it felt like heaven, like coming home, like nothing else she had ever experienced before, even though she had clearly had. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his chest, holding him close. He was fucking her hard, rough, but was tenderly kissing the tears from her face. His forehead rested against hers, his arms behind her shoulders so he could grip her from behind and gain leverage so he could fuck her as hard as she wanted.
It took him exactly three pumps for her to explode around his cock; her world went dark and she saw stars. Her world faded from consciousness but when it returned, he was still fucking her relentlessly. She could feel herself gaining momentum again, climbing the hill, and in only minutes, she was on the precipice of another orgasm. Her tears were long gone but she could still see the guilt in his eyes. Trying to relieve it, she pulled one leg up, offering it to his shoulder which he accepted it gratefully. It opened her up even more and provided a deeper angle than they were currently getting. Harry groaned as he bounced off her cervix and she knew that she wasn't going to last much longer.
Hermione's world imploded, once again, her world going dark and spots appearing in her vision. Her pussy clamped down on Harry and she could feel herself trying to suck him in deeper. He groaned in her ear and his cock swelled eagerly inside her, squirting, filling her full of his seed. She could feel it spilling out of her, down the crack of her arse but he remained inside her. His hands came up to brush the hair from her face and he looked down at her apologetically.
"I never meant to push you too far, kitten, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to torture you, I just wanted it to be good for you," he apologized, true sorrow clearly evident in his voice. She shook her head, trying to make him feel better.
"It wasn't your fault, I should have told you -." Hermione was cut off by Harry's harsh words and she lowered her eyes in submission.
"You will not try to subvert my guilt in this. It was my fault and you know it. I was holding out on giving you pleasure and teasing you mercilessly at a time when you need the release. It wasn't wise and ill-thought out. I'm to protect you, Hermione, not torture you. I will make sure to give you pleasure from here on out but won't torture you to do so," he promised. Hermione felt tears sting her eyes and she turned her head, hoping that he wouldn't see them. He took her chin in hand and forced her to look at him.
"What is it? Tell me what's wrong, Hermione, please." He tried to coach his demands as requests these days so she wouldn't feel as though she had to obey, something that she greatly appreciated.
"I like it when you torture me a little. I liked what you were doing at first. You just went too long, took it too far. I wish you understood how it felt to be under the thrall of being in heat. It would make you understand that if you don't get bred, you feel as though you're going to fly apart at the seams and burn from the inside out," she explained. He looked quite stricken at her words but since his cock finally softened enough for him to pull out, he removed himself from her body. He laid to the side of her and stroked the skin of her cheek softly, admiring how rough his skin was and how soft she was. He loved burying his face in her soft skin.
"I won't do it again, kitten, I'm so sorry," he told her. Her fingers combed through his hair and he grinned to himself. He moved between her legs and settled his face at her cunt. It didn't matter that he had just fucked her and left one hell of a mess. His own mess had never squicked him out so he wasn't against what he was about to do. In fact, if it hadn't been for the alpha/beta/omega system, he could have seen himself being bisexual.
"I'm going to eat your cunt until you come at least three times. Then I'm going to fuck you again but you're going to be on top," he promised her. There was a soft intake of breath before he softly sucked each lip into his mouth and sucked on it.
He had only ate Ginny out a couple of times and had never really been on board with it. While he had enjoyed it, she hadn't seemed to and that put him off it. He would never force a woman to do something that she didn't find pleasurable. Hermione, however, loved it and wasn't quiet about letting the world know how much she loved it either. It was quite the ego boost.
Her hands wrapped in handfuls of his hair as his tongue took the first swipe at her, tasting not only her lovely taste but his own as well. He had made sure to taste himself early on, eager to know what the hype was about when he had started masturbating. While he wasn't enamoured with the taste of his own come, he wasn't opposed either. Therefore, he had no objections to eating it out of her cunt if that's what got her going. Judging by the way she was thrashing about on the bed beneath him, it really did.
Harry made sure to tongue-fuck her, getting every last bit of his semen he could out. She opened her legs as wide as she could, freely, and she pulled his face into her pussy, begging him to make her explode on his face. He obliged, loving the taste of her, loving that every time she exploded, she drenched his face in her liquid arousal, something that tasted something closer to something he would serve for dessert rather than a bitter hag like had once been suggested by a Slytherin a couple years back.
Truth was, Hermione tasted like sin and heaven all at the same time and her reactions mirrored that.
After the third time she wet his face with her arousal fluid, she shoved him on the back and straddled him, knowing that it was her turn. His cock was there and ready for the taking. She lowered herself onto him, her hands braced on his chest while she found her rhythm. It was nice knowing that while she wasn't completely perfect that Harry allowed her to gain the knowledge she didn't have in a respectful manner.
After several minutes of rocking together in a completely disrespectful manner, Hermione let out a cry that showed she had climaxed so Harry took over, the hand on his hip subjugating her to do as he wished. Hermione was completely happy with it but in that moment she wondered if her mother would have been. Not Minerva because Merlin knew that woman had an open mind. Her muggle mother, the mother that had raised her to be the slightly rigid and prudish woman that she was today. However, she wasn't allowed to dwell on it in that moment because Harry yelled something out about quidditch and the queen. She laughed to herself for being silly and forgot about it all.
Hermione fell exhausted to the side and Harry curled around her, his hand resting softly on her abdomen. She could still feel the insatiable need inside her and knew that she would need it at least one more time before she could attempt to rest. Harry seemed to understand instantly, even though his knot had deflated, he left his cock inside her. His hand traveled down to stroke her pleasure pearl softly while the other snaked under her neck to toy with her nipples. Hermione felt herself rising to the occasion again, this time on her side.
Harry pulled out quickly and rolled her over determined to re-sheath himself from behind. However, his cock wasn't cooperating. Hermione bent and took him in her mouth, reveling in the taste of herself covering him, knowing in that moment that she truly belonged to him. Her tongue and mouth brought him back to life, going so low as to toy with his balls, sucking them into her mouth so she could play with them in her mouth. Even though he groaned in pleasure, he pulled away and rolled her away from him and crammed his cock inside her from behind.
Truthfully, this was Hermione's favorite position so she was in no position to complain. She shoved her arse outward and urged him to take her harder, faster. One of his hands snaked down to stroke her pearl while another hand reach out to pinch her nipple. It was pleasure and pain all at once and it hurt so good. He was stroking in and out of her so hard and fast that she couldn't keep a coherent thought and she wasn't even sure of her name. However, what sent her over the edge wasn't any of these things.
It was the teeth at the gland on her neck, bearing down hard enough to break the skin and bite her, sending pleasure careening about her nerves, sending her down avenues of pleasure she hadn't ever visited before. Harry stiffened behind her and she could feel him stiffen inside her, growing inside her, filling her full for the third time that night. She was a mess but she had a feeling that Harry found that slightly attractive as long as it was with his seed..
Suddenly, a wave exhaustion overtook her and she was fighting to keep her eyes open. Harry seemed to realize that she was tired, pulling his softened cock from her and pulling the duvet around them both. He kissed the spot he had bitten, sending a shiver down her spine.
"I'll be right here when you wake up. No more torture, kitten, nothing more than you can handle. Sleep now while you can," he ordered her. Hermione knew that it was an order and even though his order pissed her off, she didn't mind this one. She let her eyes fall closed and hoped that things would be less intense when she woke.
Not that she was counting on it.