Harry screamed out, "NOOOOO!" while cradling Hermione's body in his arms. Shortly, Fawkes flamed over and landed on Harry's shoulder. Harry brokenly begged "Please Fawkes! Please save her…I can't live without her…I won't." while tears were pouring down his face. Fawkes trills and Harry looked up at him. Fawkes then looked deep into Harry's eyes before nodding. He then dropped down next to Hermione, and dripped tears into her wound. "Thank you, Fawkes, thank you." Harry brokenly thanked him. Fawkes jumped up to Harry's shoulder and rubbed his face crooning softly. Harry pet Fawkes, "Anything you need, Fawkes, just ask." Fawkes looked into his eyes. They are showing a picture of Dumbledore. Harry glared at Fawkes, "You CANNOT ask that!" Fawkes trills warningly and smacked Harry on the head with a wing. He then showed another picture of Dumbledore. Harry huffed, "Fine. I won't kill Dumbledore. I don't know what you see in him." Fawkes just singed joyously and flied away.
After a minute, Hermione suddenly gasped for breath and started breathing, while her color returned to normal. She appeared to be stable and sleeping now. Harry quickly cast a series of diagnostics to verify Hermione was safe to move, and levitated her up to the infirmary. As Harry entered, he yelled "Master Pomfrey!"
Pomfrey comes running out of her office, "What's the problem?"
Harry set Hermione down on a bed, "Hermione stabbed herself with a basilisk fang. Fawkes dripped tears in the wound to revive her."
Pomfrey started to scan Hermione, "Why did she do that!"
Harry scared for Hermione, doesn't embellish at all, "Master Snape could not tell me I'm safe for a witch, so I was leaving to protect Hermione. Hermione caught me and when she could not convince me to stay, stabbed herself. I figure she believed either she would join me in the same condition, thereby being safe, or she would be dead."
Pomfrey, groused continuing to scan Hermione, "That's the dumbest thing I have ever heard. Just when I think you are intelligent and educated enough to be considered an adult, you remind me you are not an adult. Did it occur to either of you, that inconclusive only means we need more testing? What is it with kids unable to show any patience?"
Harry felt embarrassed by her dressing down, but didn't feel he was being too cautious. He growled "Maybe you should try having nothing your whole life, before gaining someone who is your everything before you decide to risk their life on a maybe! I was protecting her! Waiting could have meant I killed her!"
Pomfrey is finishing her exam. She huffed, "Well, I don't know if she's lucky or cursed. She is in exactly the same situation as you. She now has Phoenix tears and basilisk venom in her blood, and slowly spreading throughout her whole body. Her magic is now climbing. I expect her to top at mid to high Magus now."
Harry hopefully asked, "Does that mean she is now safe from me?"
Pomfrey, looked at Harry like he was an idiot, and smacked him on the side of his head. She yelled, "NO, you stupid apprentice! It means she is poisonous too! We are going to have to test her as well! Idiot children! She's spending the night! Cuddling only! Keep your hands off each other's genitals! Swear it or I will separate you!" Harry abashedly swore and Pomfrey walked away muttering to herself. She came back and slapped two heavy tomes into Harry's hands. She then ordered, "Poisons and their treatments! Read them! There will be a test!" she then walked away continuing to mutter.
Hermione was still sleeping. She looked so peaceful now. Nothing like the tortured soul who stabbed herself, with that basilisk fang. The same damned fang, which forced his change. He wondered what this would really do to her, as it couldn't be as simple as they were now safe in each other's arms. Life was never that kind to him.
After studying while watching Hermione all afternoon, he sighed and walked over by the potion's cabinet. Looking at the many potions, Harry was suddenly surprised with just how many he knew how to brew. He was going to have to apologize to Master Snape, it was actually to his credit, he didn't lie to Harry. So many had in the past.
Harry returned to Hermione's side, grabbed her hand, and just started crying. Pomphrey saw Harry crying and thought, finally. Master Pomfrey came over, sat next to Harry and just held him.
Harry with great wracking sobs, wailed "Master! She killed herself because I left her! How can she ever forgive me!" and he just continued to sob. Snape came in at that point and saw Harry clutching Master Pomfrey in great distress. He could recognize it. It was exactly the same as he felt on that Astronomy tower so many years ago…yesterday.
Harry cried, until finally his exhaustion caught up to him, and he fell asleep. Snape just looked at him in Pomfrey's arms, marveling at Lily's son surviving such pain at his age. Snape vowed to help Harry find happiness with his witch. Lily's son was not going to share his doom. Fate was a complete bitch, but this was ridiculous.
Snape quietly said, "We need to retest them. I need to adjust the results for the power levels involved. We now need to check everything again, Hermione this time too."
Pomfrey cast a subtle sleeping charm on Harry, "Well with them both asleep, we should do it now. It would be less embarrassing and painful for them."
Snape nodded, "Do it. I'll collect the samples. Well, you get the vaginal secretions from the Bartholin's glands. If Harry senses me there…" Pomfrey just shuddered, agreeing.
They cast a sound ward between the pair in case either exclaimed from this very invasive procedure. Snape levitated Hermione into the air, and Pomfrey then activated the transformation runes in the bed switching it into a gyne exam table. Snape then cast a switching spell and removed all of Hermione's clothes, before lowering her onto the exam table.
Pomfrey cast a light sleeping spell to keep Hermione down and positioned her on the table with her legs in lithotomy position (knees up and outside to give them easy access to her vaginal and anal areas). Pomfrey used sticking spells to keep her in position so Hermione didn't move.
Once she has Hermione in the proper position and ready for harvesting, they prepared to gather the samples. Snape nodded when he has all his equipment ready and Pomfrey cast the expectoration spells, having to continuously hold the spells on Hermione, because of her new power levels. Hermione partially woke up with the cramping, coughing, and invasion involved, so Pomfrey cast another sleeping spell which seemed to settle her back down. Snape then carefully gathered the necessary secretions. He must do this manually as magic would interfere with the results. They are able to get samples of all her secretions from tears, sweat, saliva, bile, urine, phlegm, feces, and blood. Snape then said, "Cast the sex spells now so we can get those fluids, too. I need skene's and Bartholin's gland secretions too." Snape looking at her breasts and groaned. Pomfrey looked up, "We need to expectorate her breasts too. Can you make her produce milk?"
Pomfrey shook her head and said, "Yes but do we really do that? She's going to notice her breasts are larger and still making milk. It won't stop for a moon. i think we can hold off on that until we talk to her." Snape nodded. Pomfrey then said, "If the children knew there were spells to instantly initiate female arousal and ejaculation." She huffed, "There is nothing to help for it. I need to hold the spell; you be quick and get the samples. I know you know how. Get the Bartholin's secretions now."
Snape adjusted Hermione position moving her legs further out to give him better access to her perineum. He then noted her bottom has been most thoroughly spanked as it is still red with bruise marks on much of the lower buttocks. Snape told himself, this is currently not an issue, and gently pries her Labia majora, then minora open and uses a shallow dilator to hold her vaginal entrance open. He carefully inserts a scraper in her and slowly gathers Hermione's slick. It takes a while as he won't penetrate her past his fingers for fear of going past the Hymen, intact or not. He gathers the oily substance, "Got it. Now the Skene's glands."
Pomfrey looked at him askance, "Are you sure that is necessary? Few witches ejaculate."
"Hermione does, and has on just fingering." Pomfrey looked at Snape with growing horror. Snape glanced at her and shook his head in denial and disgust, "Don't look at me like that. You know my feelings on adult wizards taking a second maturation youth. I have my female senior apprentice watching the two of them since they started using Aphrodite's balm. You know what it does."
Pomfrey still unhappy agreed to the procedure, "Very well. Be ready as this is going to be rough. Forcing an ejaculation, male or female…hurts." And she casts a few spells. Hermione's eyes open and she screamed "HARRY!" while Snape uses a beaker to collect her significant ejaculation as it appeared. Fortunately, once done climaxing, Hermione collapsed back into unconsciousness. Snape examined Hermione's bottom, and commented "I had heard that Harry belted her thoroughly, but that looks as bad as one of my canings. I heard he also forbid the use of bruise balm until tomorrow night, and implied it would have been longer, except for my class requirements."
Pomfrey, looked at him, "I have heard the same. Evidently, she embarrassed the family acting inappropriately, and the two of them wished to make a statement. Don't think Hermione wasn't part of the decision, to use such an extreme punishment. She will do anything for her Lord. She more than proved that today." Snape paused and nodded in agreement.
Once they had all their samples, they cleaned Hermione, returned her bed to normal, and redressed her in a night gown.
The two then moved to Harry. He was also levitated, and stripped bare while the bed was transfigured into a gyne table. He was then lowered, and positioned spread eagled as anal and genital access were necessary too. Once Snape was ready, the harvest spells were again used. He never moved much during the harvest, as Snape expected. After gathering all the normal samples, Snape looked at Pomfrey when she paused at the arousal and ejaculation spells. Snape said, "Hit him hard with the arousal spell. I'm going to get his pre-ejaculate first. Stimulate the Cowper's glands." Pomfrey just looked at Snape and shook her head casting the spells. Harry groaned becoming painfully erect and starting oozing pre-cum. Snape then squeezed and milked his penis gathering the fluid he could expectorate, which caused Harry to groan.
"Got it. I'm ready for the semen. Let him have it." Pomphrey cast some additional spells, and Harry's eyes flew open yelling "Mine!" and Snape then gathered Harry's ejaculate. Harry then collapsed back into sleep. Once all samples secured, they cleaned up Harry and also placed him in a gown, returning his bed to normal too. Snape then left to start the new set of tests. Hopefully, these would yield more definitive results…with favorable outcomes.
Pomfrey soon went back to their office. Hermione, about a minute later, let out a shuddering breath. "Oh Merlin!" She said quietly, "That really hurt…in the most embarrassing way possible. I'm actually glad my bum was still hurting so much, as I used that pain to distract me from what Master Snape was doing. Harvesting my Bartholin's and Skene's glands production?" and Hermione shuddered in embarrassment at the memory. She continued, "And that conversation about my ejaculation? Morgana! Only an audience of 100, watching, kibitzing, and laughing would have make that worse."
Harry nodded though he was very happy he had been awake. There was no way he would fail to note that Snape went where he should not have gone…outside a medical procedure. Harry was very glad Master Snape took his journeyman potioner healer oath very seriously. "Do you think we should let them know we were awake through that?"
Hermione giving a shudder said, "Would you want to know you put a couple of 13-year-olds, through that? This is not how most teens wish to be introduced to the not so joyous side of sex."
Harry continued quietly, "Probably not, and speak for yourself, I'm still 12. I'm just happy I properly fingered you first. I would be unspeakably jealous if Snapes fingers were in you before mine. I want all of your firsts, other than spanking your arse. Obviously, the doctor who delivered you got that cherry."
Hermione giggled exasperatedly, and then groaned shifting her still very sore bottom, "Honestly Harry, doctors only rub the baby with towels, and flick feet if necessary. I know you know that. They haven't spanked babies in a few generations. My mother did spank me a few times. Just nothing like the hairbrush mum Tonks used, and Madam Sprout earned the paddling cherry most memorably. You certainly earned my belting cherry the other day. Just please…don't try to exceed Master Snape on Caning. He definitely earned that cherry with distinction."
Harry turned his head, "I don't care about cherries." Hermione turned to look at him in complete disbelief.
"Hey! Don't bombarda my moment here, I'm trying to be romantic…and shortly after I had my dick thoroughly milked by Healer Snape." Harry made a face, causing Hermione to giggle. He loved to hear that giggle. "Anyway, what I care about is being the father to all the babies which grow in you, and I expect there to be more than two."
Hermione teared up with a beautiful grin, "I love it when you talk about fathering my children. How many do you honestly want?"
"As many as you can stand, but I would love at least five. It's a solid number. I want at least two girls beautiful, fiery, stubborn, powerful, and brilliant like their mother."
Hermione with the tears of joy flowing now, "And I want at least two boys beautiful, hot-headed, stubborn, powerful, and brilliant like their father." Hermione made a face, "Wow, when we say it like that, it becomes obvious my hairbrush and your strap are going to be used a lot."
Harry after thinking a moment, "Yes, I suspect they will. But only in love, with calm hands, and for rules they broke knowingly…outside of doing something stupidly Gryffindor. That, will invoke an immediate response."
Hermione looking at Harry and nodded, "Agreed. Look at us, discussing our discipline plans for our children, and your dick hasn't been in my fanny, once."
Harry grinned, "In time my love. I will be there so much; you will want me to declare it my home address."
Hermione grinned at his joke, "Promises, promises."
Harry addressed another issue, "Master Pomfrey knew the belting episode was a statement, and you were involved with designing it."
Hermione sighed, "You did know she was a Slytherin? It changes nothing. Pomfrey won't tell anyone, and Snape already understands what we mean to each other. I haven't faked my pain tolerance with his cane. That bloody hurts. I just had an epiphany with making the bruise balm after his Cane 8. I now know, I can brew appropriately in extreme pain. That knowledge fortifies me and allows me to tolerate lesser pain much better. I'm positive it is one of the lessons he wants his apprentices to learn, and I'm happy I've learned that one quickly. I just hope I have finally learned to follow directions."
After lying there quietly for a while, "Are we going to discuss today?" Harry asked.
Hermione thought for a minute, "I don't think so. We both made a rash decision, borne of desperation and unspeakable loss. In the process we now know how much we truly mean to each other. We survived it, and are stronger for it. Let it stay in the past."
Harry thought, "Agreed, mine. Forever and always."
Hermione, "Forever and always, my everything."
Later that night, Pomfrey with tears in her eyes, replayed a recording from her examination room. She never told the patients, they were monitored continuously, and recorded. Snape sat there listening, his own eyes glistening.
Pomfrey crying and near sobbing while wringing her hands, exclaimed "You find a way to make this work Severus. That was the most romantic and touching thing I have ever heard, and I won't see it destroyed. To think they pretended to be asleep through that examination and collection. Morgana! You said that witch wasn't strong!"
Snape a bit defensive and apologetic, "I never said she was weak, she survived Cane 8 from me holding nothing back, and then brewed the requisite potion…all as a second year. That bit about her epiphany was gratifying. I just said she can't compare to her mate, Mars, the God of War. I do admit, I didn't think she was this strong. She may be more like Lily than I thought. I had underestimated her too."