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Harry stared at the happy faces. All united in a celebration for the New Years’ eve. At last the vestiges of the war were done with. While he kept staring. A happy couple was eagerly spreading the news that they got pregnant and now engaged. Michael Corner and Ginny Weasley.
He observed the cute scene and how everyone congratulated the young couple. How cheerful it all looked. But he could tell, people were expecting a furious former lover to cackle back. Like the rest, he too, waited.
Hermione approached him. She was holding a couple of Champagne flutes. Harry turned and nodded in thanks and took one of the glasses for himself. She asked, “What are they waiting for?”
Harry shrugged and replied, “The countdown until New Year. I don’t know, Do you?”
“Nah, it’s not the countdown, it’s the showdown from the scorned lover’s on the newly announced union,” countered Hermione.
Harry shook his head and a lopsided smile appeared on his face, “Scorned lover, you say?”
He sniggered, “If I had a member’s only jacket, hell if all the previous boyfriends and myself decided to celebrate in the member’s only jacket it would be like a Quidditch Pep Rally,” added Harry to the wall.
Hermione snorted and Champagne came out of her nose.
“Look, I have nothing against women’s right to their sexual journey, awakening and such, I’m grateful for the education… I too, celebrated alone beside her… but before I got personal and close; Sirius actually taught me a couple of preventive spells and Merlin forbid, he gave me ‘The Talk!’ He said it was one of his dogfatherly duties. So, when Red there got frisky and found out I had the chastity and no babies spell, I got discarded and the rumour mill received news that I was a bore. That, or I was interested only in Quidditch.” Shared Harry.
“You don’t say?” coughed Hermione. “Oh dear,” she took a deep breath and said “Um, well, I, uh, was more into experimenting with barrier spells, I mean, Viktor tried to get handsy, and I, uh, transfigured him into an earthworm and kept him in a pot and he was almost composted by Neville.” She pursed her lips she shook her head and continued with her anecdote, “Fortunately I, uh, got to him in time, then after he was turned back to his human self, he got stupefied into believing he copped a feel, still, I was flat chested and he was uh, disenchanted, and thus we broke up. It was not that big a deal, we only kissed,” finished Hermione in a whisper.
Harry nodded and asked, “Didn’t you go out with Michael Corner?”
“I did, yes, but only for three days, and trust me, that was more than enough,” replied Hermione.
“Do you think they’re expecting us to make a scene?” asked Harry.
“Maybe,” said Hermione and then yawned.
The countdown began and the room began chanting. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Happy New Year. 1999 in gold numbers appeared.
Harry looked at Hermione, she smiled. Harry pulled her and kissed her full on the lips. His eyes glowed like emerald fire. “Happy New Year, darling,”
Hermione’s eyes shone with golden light. All of her began glowing in a pink and gold hue. She returned the smile to him and replied. “Cheers to you my darling.”
What no one counted on was that these two magical(s) became the vessels of gods.
The god looked at himself and said, “Well, he is quite the looker, powerful too. They are harmonious. Yes, this will definitely do,”
She said, “Um, let me see,” Her clothes shifted to a golden toga. Her hair was arranged into a braided half tail and acknowledged her new form. She smiled brightly, “Yes, she is quite lovely too, hint hint, she is quite taken with your vessel as well.”
Neville and Luna approached, both bowed their heads and Luna said, “Welcome to the party, my lady Persephone, my lord Hades,”
“Thank you for inviting us Helen, Paris,” replied Persephone’s vessel.
“Come dear, it's been some time since I walked outside my realm. I promised to take a walk near a river and under a full moon.” Said Harry offering his arm to escort Hermione. She smiled brightly and took his arm.
Meanwhile, Madam Longbottom was gazing at the interaction between Harry, Hermione, Luna and Neville. The four seemed to be hosting ancient souls. Hermione looked beautiful. Bozo the photographer began snapping pictures. Before he left Mrs Longbottom said, “I want copies of those,”
Bozo nodded while Rita stared at the young couple. Now with the pictures that brat (Hermione) could not bully her.
While others enviously stared at Harry and Hermione disappearing, holding on to one another.
The stars re-aligned to the gods in human guise.
Hermione smiled. She felt as though she was sleepwalking, and aware. Harry looked dangerous, powerful, happy. In silence she wondered, why did he hide his male beauty? Even his rebellious mop of har had grown into a mane of silky locks in black-blue sheen. His body was fit and he emitted a burgundy aura. While his eyes shone like perfect jewels of green. He smile and said, “You’re rarely this quiet, I love your voice,”
She blinked and then smiled while a memory of the current vessel surfaced.“Oh dear, not when I’m singing though,”
“Oh, who cares? Even if you make the hounds of hell cringe with your songs, I love your passion while singing,” added Harry.
“You are horrible at romance,” said Hermione while holding in her giggles.
“I won’t lie to you,” continued Harry.
“I hate it, but you better not,” replied Hermione.
She kissed him and he blinked stupidly. She giggled. “It’s been so long,” said Harry. He smiled and added, “You’ve not giggled in ages, and I’m in awe.”
Hermione almost rolled her eyes, but stopped herself from it. She was quite giddy. This vessel was willing. Oh my.
Harry gazed at Hermione. She twirled in front of a mirror. Then she turned with a bright smile.
“How are we going to get there?” asked Hermione.
“Oh, pardon, I’m sleepwalking. You know a beautiful apparition said something and I’m speechless, uh, will get there,” added Harry.
She giggled again. Harry then took her chin and kissed her cheek as he whispered, “I’m a mess, no thanks to you,”
“Good,” replied Hermione.
“I feel like we are courting each other,” said Harry.
“Yes, it is a welcome thought,” added Hermione.
“Granted, stealing your belt and dragging you to the underworld was not that romantic,” said Harry.
“Let’s not dive into the past, not now, not in these incarnations,” proposed Hermione.
“Are you sure?” asked Harry.
“Yes,” she nodded.
At a different speed, in a place where only immortals could tell, a new path formed as the two figures walked hand in hand. Step by step they observed the human domain, how many lights were now glowing. The cloudless sky. The combination of red and gold. The idea that love and need were the parents of so many new seeds.
She smiled and said to him in a whisper. “I need to be alone with you, now.”
“Really?” asked a blushing Harry.
“Yes, I know the place.” Said Hermione.
Both materialised into 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry/Hades was about to say that this place sucked, but Grimmauld began shifting under Hermione/Persephone’s combined souls. Anything dark, somber, possessed, or gloomy turned new or repaired under her power. Kreacher lost at least four decades. He knelt in awe.
Hermione stretched her hands and vines and flowers formed on an old couch. The vines slithered and wrapped Harry’s wrist and ankles, lifted and pulled him to the couch. His clothes from his waist up vanished just as vapour.
Hermione smiled and said. “Lovely,”
Harry felt a bit overwhelmed. She never did things like this. Then he realised, Why would she? With whom? He added: “I love your wicked brain,”
“No talking, not yet,” added Hermione in a low tone.
She stepped closer. Harry knew. Only one other female had stared at him with such a visceral need. -Nagini- Still, this female in front of him was above. Hades almost burst laughing, but then he felt his eyes closed by a blindfold.
She touched his lips and kissed him tenderly. The lost count of the number of kisses. while she threaded between kissing, tracing his skin, biting softly and licking. His brain fought to remain, but her gentle caress became the drop of water to erode through his sanity.
He was at the receiving end and his hunger rose just as his frustration.
Hermione knew her fantasies, but this need to dominate was new. Still, it was intoxicating. Her fingertips traced his shoulders, his face, his lips. Like a child uncovering sugar. A childlike feeling. the ancient ones smiled. This was brand new love. It has been millenia since lover’s visited their temples. The ancient deities knew that the blessing would be great for these two.
He felt her hands around his neck and she said: “My body is burning, I want you,”
His voice seemed to growl as he added, “You are a cruel creature, the feeling is mutual,”
She kissed him again. The vines withered. He broke from captivity. The blindfold burned with malachite fire. He held her face and kissed her. Heat began to spread from the tips of his fingers. The warmth in her body surfaced.
His skin heated. Used to being cold, forgotten. Hades realised this vessel echoed his memories. Both he and the young man identified and the hunger in both synchronised. Kisses and sounds of soft touches permeated his consciousness. Constant warmth, pressure like a sunflower turning to capture the light. His greed alone felt like chains. He wanted to control himself. She pulled him in an embrace. She said close to his ear. “I want you, please hold me,”
He nodded, as the rest of his clothes vanished leaving him nude. He then raised his eyes to her face and felt her skin. Tears clouded his vision. Her face was suffused in a deep blush. She took his hands and placed them in her chest and in between her legs, while her breath hitch.
“Please touch me,” begged Hermione.
“Please kiss me,” countered Harry.
All of the souls begged to be loved in reciprocity. While bodies entwined like vines.
Concave and convex met. Soft cadence found its rhythm. Urgency and release. A chorus of lust and love dissolved the silence, while souls of old and new praised the unity.
Night gave way to morning. Hades and Persephone detached from the vessels. The two were satisfied with the virgin’s who sacrificed their innocence. This altar was unique though. However, it did a great job holding the shared essences. Hades turned to the house elf and nodded, “You keep that youth for another four decades. I can tell it was your magic that protected your master and mistress, your house will be blessed with my gifts and my queen’s,” with that said, the two old ones faded from this dimension.
Harry opened his eyes. He was used to waking up before anyone else. He tried to remember. He was beat. He wrecked his brain trying to recall. Did he get drunk and got into a Quidditch dare with anyone in last night’s celebration?
He was starkers, great. He got drunk and then got naked. Someone moved next to him and just like a Koala Bear clinging to his chest. He could tell that the mass of curls looked familiar. Honey in colour, soft like silk strands, and fluffy. “Oh fuck,” thought Harry with alarm.
“Mmm, you’re so warm, and you smell so good, so unfair,” said the eerily familiar voice next to him.
He then realised that she was irresistible. The female next to him said, “Wow, you’re hot, even hotter than I remember. Do men continue developing after eighteen? I forget,” queried Hermione, then yawned. She smiled with her eyes closed.
A huge smile stretched his face. He could picture her twenty six years in the future. A couple of grey hairs on her head. Laugh lines around her mouth. A freckle or two on her hands, a belly with a couple of stretch marks and kids and a dog making noise in the kitchen.
“You want me,” said Harry.
Hermione raised her sight to meet his gaze and said, “Yeah, but you started it,”
“I did?” asked Harry.
“Yeah,” she replied and traced his firm chest, his pecs, the fine hair below his navel and then the delicate skin of his thighs.
“So beautiful,” Growled Harry.
That growl echoed in Hermione. Need seemed to take shape and rested below Hermione’s navel. She casted a wand-less refreshment charm on her and his body. After she was pulled into a kiss.
She tried to think, but the moment she felt his taste her senses began numbing. Harry’s hands, his fingernails traced her skin and she loved it. When Harry’s tongue and teeth found her ears she lost the strength in her legs. It was a good thing she was on top. The next time her consciousness returned she was sweaty, sticky, in an array of limbs and trying to figure why did Kreacher look so young?
“Kreacher, what happened to you? Wait, no, that wasn’t my question. What are you doing here?” Asked Harry with annoyance.
“Sorry to disturb, Master and Mistress, but stupid Orange Weasel and his mother keep sending red shouting envelopes. I just wanted to ask the master's permission to kill them?” Said Kreacher.
“Oh Kreacher, you’re far too kind,” said Hermione.
Harry bursted laughing and said, “No, death is too easy, I found a very interesting hex on the old Potter family library, wait,” Harry picked up his wand and chanted, while a ball of green energy formed and dispersed.
Hermione’s gaze became dark with desire and he knew. It was his turn to be a bit awkward and bashful. “Hermione, please be gentle,” half whispered Harry.
“Oh, don’t worry, I can be gentle, but first, I have a couple of questions,” replied Hermione.
Kreacher decided to retreat. He knew his master was not an exhibitionist, he was just invested with his missus, and he knew his new Mistress was going to be legendary. Smart, funny, and sexy. The Potter’s and the Blacks loved feisty. This woman was about ready to welcome the newest generation of Blacks too. Discretion and Privacy were required and he could oblige. He was a good and faithful elf after all.
That morning the Daily Prophet had a scoop.
Love you and love you not.
My Lovely Readers, Happy new year!
It is with utmost pleasure that I present to you the newest couple, YES! as the world welcomed the new year of 1999 a new couple kissed and set the world around on fire.
While everybody congratulated the newly engaged Libby Wrigley and Marcus Corbin. Harry Potter was seen in the arms of a Greek Goddess, no, sorry, my eyes, and everyone’s gaze were taken aback it was Hermione J. Granger. Age did do wonders, they looked sinful, you can tell the envious stares of the surrounding crowd only served to complement these two young heroes as they walked out.
The second glam couple is none other than Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. Yes, my mind was blown. These couples are now leading young Magical Britain. I can’t wait for more lovely photos and maybe an interesting engagement to disclose.
As always a pleasure,
Yours truly,
R.S.
In a very small article on the side. The picture of the Burrow. The article described the odd happening at the Weasley abode. The magical investigators scratched their collective heads as they could not figure why a bog had opened and swallowed the home to half of the edifice as Molly and Ron informed officials of the unfortunate turn. The world was just going nuts.
THE END.