Harry had an extra hop in his step the next morning. He hadn't felt like this the other times he had killed Death Eaters. Even taking out Riddle didn't make him happy. With Umbridge gone the sun shined brighter, the air tasted sweet, and nothing could bring him down.
That was until a hand grabbed his shirt-collar and pulled him into an abandoned classroom. Harry rolled out of the grip, coming up with his wand at the ready, only to see Hermione by the door. She was staring wide-eyed at him, her hand still held out like she had his collar in her hand.
She closed the door. He recognized the silencing and privacy charms she cast on it a moment later.
"What do you want?" Harry asked slowly.
"You did something to me." Hermione glared at him.
Considering what had happened on the train, she shouldn't know anything about him. He hadn't altered her memories; he had simply removed them. There wasn't anything to recover, they were gone.
"Pardon?" Harry cocked his head to the side.
"In Defense, you ordered me to move, and I did." She started to pace. "Then during the first task, it felt like there was a vice on my chest. Now, I can't stop thinking about you. You're in my dreams."
"What am I doing in these dreams?" Harry asked.
"None of your business!" She snapped.
Harry relaxed. "Go on, tell me. Death defying feats?"
"No." Hermione shook her head. "Don't be silly. We aren't friends. We've spoken a handful of times since school started."
"Then what?" Harry waved his wand, clearing the dust from the desks before hopping up on one to sit. "Tell me, Miss Granger."
"Don't mock me, Potter." Hermione snapped.
"I would never." Harry said flatly.
"This next task." Hermione pressed on. "I've been doing research. Comparing the last few tasks for the previous tournaments. It will test your endurance and speed. Given that the prize in the first was an egg that speaks Mermish, it will have to do with the lake. The Bubble Head charm is a good option, but It's to fragile. You'll need to focus on transfiguration, or a potion."
"You're worried about me?" Harry asked.
"No, of course not." Hermione waved him off. "You've obviously done something to me. I'm the smartest witch in school so I'm a resource you've managed to acquire."
"You're humble too." Harry chuckled.
"Tell me I'm wrong." Hermione glared at him.
"You're wrong." Harry shrugged. "I haven't done anything to charm you or compel you to assist me."
"Lies." Hermione snapped. "I told you, you're in my dreams. I can't stop watching you. The way your body moves." Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"You've got a crush on me." Harry flinched.
"Then I'll just have to get over this childish infatuation so I can live my life again." Hermione spat. "I'm not here for romance, or friends. I am the best, and I will show those Pureblood morons that this Mudblood is better than all of them."
She stalked over to him. Harry wasn't sure where this was going. He froze when she pulled him into a kiss.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked sliding off the desk.
"The best thing to do is to get it out of my system." She was starting to breath hard.
Hermione pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss. She ground her body into his. Harry didn't fight it this time. He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her tight. Memories of his old life flashed through his mind. How many times had they kissed?
He didn't want to admit it but having her in his arms felt right. Her betrayal had gone on longer than he had ever thought. She had been slipping him potions for Molly for years. Yet his body still wanted her.
Harry lifted her off her feet. She instantly wrapped her legs around him. Their tongues wrestled for dominance. Harry finally won when he set her on the old teachers' desk. A twist of his wrist sent her panties flying across the room.
Hermione stared at him through hooded eyes. She growled, attacking his neck with rough kisses, licks, and bites. Her hands desperately undid his belt, working to get his pants down. She let out a jubilant scream as her hand wrapped around his hardened member.
Harry pulled back from her. She reached out for him, trying desperately to keep her hold on his cock. He pushed her hands away, then flipped her around, bending her over the desk. Hermione moaned as she felt his fingers trace along her lips.
"Tell me what you want." Harry commanded.
"I want you to fuck me." Hermione growled.
Harry stroked her slit, finding her clit from memory, and swirling his fingertip around it. She whined at his touch, desperately pushing back against him, needing it to be harder. Slowly, softly, he stroked her clit before languidly trailing his fingers along her lips.
"You're a fucking bastard." Hermione grunted. "Fucking fuck me already."
"You don't want me to make love to you?" Harry asked innocently.
He gently eased a single finger inside of her. She groaned as he began to pump it steadily back and forth.
"Whisper sweet nothings into your ears." Harry leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck. "Treat you like a princess."
"This isn't love." She growled. "You've enchanted me. This is your fault."
"I've done no such thing." Harry added another finger. "You know it. I've avoided you all year. We haven't talked." He added a third. "Studied together." He picked up his pace. "Or anything."
Hermione grunted, pushing back into him.
"What does the smartest witch in Hogwarts want?" Harry dragged his teeth along the back of her neck. "What does the brightest witch of our age need?"
"Fuck me." Hermione yelled.
Harry straightened up, adjusted his cock, and thrust into her in one stroke. Hermione screamed, long and loud. Harry gripped her hips, pounding away without letting her calm down. He slipped up her skirt to admire her firm ass as it bounced with each thrust. The fingers that had just been inside of her raked over her skin. He pulled her cheeks further apart, getting as deep as he could.
"Fuck me. Right there. Right there. Don't stop." Hermione babbled.
Harry leaned forward, placing a firm hand on the back of her head, as he continued to thrust into her. Hermione let out little squeaks with every thrust.
"The brightest witch of our age, begging for cock." Harry clicked his tongue.
Hermione moaned, her first orgasm rocking her body.
"Is this helping?" Harry gripped her hair, pulling her back towards him. "Is your brilliant idea of fucking your infatuation out working?"
"Nnnnooo." Hermione managed to say.
The desk underneath them began to screech as it was pushed across the stone.
"Not so smart, eh?" Harry sighed.
He slowed his pace, reducing the power in his motion, until it was only her thrusting back into him. Hermione whined as he pulled out of her.
"Turn over." Harry commanded.
Hermione did without question. He put her legs up on her shoulders and sank back into her.
"Yes." Hermione cried.
Her hands reached out to him, trying to pull him closer for a kiss. Harry shook them off. He stared into her eyes as he began to pick up his pace.
"You're going to show those Purebloods morons how much better you are than them?" Harry asked.
She nodded, her legs wrapped around him, trying to pull him deeper.
"That's not going to work." Harry shook his head.
Hermione stared up at him, confused.
"You're not going to do anything of the sort." Harry leaned down; his lips just short of touching her.
"Kiss me." Hermione begged.
"No." Harry replied.
"Why?" Hermione whimpered.
"Not until you beg me to be my breeding sow." Harry lifted his head back as she tried to chase his lips.
"Kiss me." Her voice was full of desperation.
"Beg me." Harry thrust hard and fast, then slowed back down. "Please, Lord Potter, use me. Breed me. Show this worthless muggle-born her place."
"No." She whispered.
"We're done here." Harry straightened up; his hands reached up to unwrap her legs.
"No." Hermione cried.
"What do you need to do?" Harry gripped her hips, holding her in place.
Hermione stared up at him. She looked away.
"Please." She whispered.
"Go on." Harry commanded.
"Please, Lord Potter, use me." She continued.
"Continue." His voice was hard.
"Breed me. Show this worthless muggle-born her place." Hermione looked back at him, meeting his eyes. Hers were full of hope and desperation.
Harry dipped his fingers down between them. He rubbed along her clit before gathering some moisture on his fingertips. Hermione shuddered at the touch. She watched as he drew a design just below her bellybutton. It glowed before fading away once the pattern was complete.
"This is a counter-charm." Harry explained. "It will negate any contraceptive potion, or spell."
Hermione gasped.
"You will provide me with sex any time I wish." Harry ordered. "I will not make you debase yourself. Yet. You will, however, drop whatever you are doing to attend to me. Do you understand?"
Hermione nodded.
"Every Saturday you will go to Madam Pomphrey and request a pregnancy test." Harry continued. "Once you know are with child, you will report to me. From there, you will withdraw from Hogwarts and be relocated to one of my properties. Do you understand?"
Hermione nodded.
"You are now mine." Harry's voice was hard. "Hermione Jane Granger. Do you submit to me?"
Hermione shuddered.
"Yes." She screamed.
"Good." Harry gave her a feral smile.
He captured her lips in a hard kiss. Harry slammed down into her, making the desk shake with each impact. Her walls fluttered around him. Hermione's eyes were closed, her mouth open in a silent scream.
Harry could feel his orgasm building. Hermione found her voice. A low, guttural moan pitched higher as he continued to thrust. She met each plunge with her own. Hermione leaned her head back and screamed. Her entire body locked up as an even larger orgasm tore through her. He went faster, pushing deeper until he reached his limit.
Harry growled as his orgasm hit. Hermione mewled as his cum filled her. Her legs relaxed, practically dropping off his shoulders. They were spread open, displaying her leaking pussy. She watched as he stepped away, using her discarded panties to clean himself.
"Put those on." He tossed them back to her. "Remember what I said. Whenever I ask."
"Yes, Lord Potter." Hermione whispered.
Harry hated how good that felt.