Disclaimer. I don't own Harry Potter that the property of JKR, Warner Bros. The plot and Bernardo are mine though.

Okay um why a second take on Hermione and the New Rules? The first part is Hermione who kisses Harry first, this is a different fic, where Harry takes the initiative. plus, I just love the premise.

I would like to say thanks to God for another idea and the tools to share them. A hug and a kiss to my home team of cheerleaders. My mom, my son and yes, Noppoh you girl are another mother's sister to me. All my love people.

I would like for Marc the Unruly to take a bow as a wonderful beta. He's super busy, but still found the time to take a look at this crazy plot bunny, again Marc thanks for your help.

Rated M 18 + Adult language and mature situations, yes, this one-shot is a drama/comedy, it's a bit angsty, mostly fluff and yes there's smut.

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-Refuge.

1st of April 2002.

The 1st Annual Celebration of the re-opening of the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

The ball was going to take place in Diagon Alley, the invitations had been sent out, and the Daily Prophet made mention of the exclusive party, relaying a list of the names of celebrity guests such as the Minister, the Delacour's and other wizarding media luminaries. For once, Harry and Hermione felt at ease, realizing that attention was going to be focused elsewhere and not on the 'golden trio'.

Then again, many other things fell in place as soon as the two arrived at the gathering.

"Harry, Hermione, what are you guys doing here?" asked Ron.

Both were expecting Ron to babble out, 'Gotcha, April fools' or something. Fortunately, Fred and George walked out and pulled Ron from the entry hall.

"Sorry about that," said George.

Fred was still recovering from almost dying at the battle for Hogwarts. The spell damage blew the skin from part of his body and he was partially deaf.

Even with all of that, the man joked that it was part of the plan. He had to make his brother look good.

George wanted to say something when his assistant interrupted and asked about the money purse to pay for the French wine delivery.

It was then that Fred asked. "Harry, Hermione, please follow me,"

Both friends smiled at the lavish decorations in the store, and how they had placed the merchandise elsewhere as the hall was made up with tables, linens, cutlery, a dance floor, and very tasteful canopies.

There was no doubt the Weasley twins were successful and now music, food, and a very elegant soiree marked a new era of peace.

As Harry and Hermione got their drinks, they were a bit put off by Fred and George's attitude. Harry used his deductive skills as an Auror, started to make sense of all the information given or held by the people and his surroundings. He noticed the somber faces on a couple of hosts and wondered about their demeanor.

He turned to Hermione and realised that she had gone through a lot of trouble to dress with impeccable elegance. Her hair and makeup was worth top Galleon. He smiled, with genuine warmth, the pale pink shade looked beautiful on her. He tried to not think about her that way, but he failed miserably. So, instead, he realized that for this evening, he was going to put on a mask. He shrugged, he could do it, hell, he was an expert at this point. Instead, he continued looking as though he was interested in Weasley's absurd attitude. He took a drink of his Firewhiskey and then smiled at Hermione. The recipient of his smile nodded and said:

"Harry, um, do you know what's up with the twins?"

It was then that Harry noticed the Malfoy Family arrive and said:

"The Malfoys were invited?" Asked Harry in a whisper.

"What?" said Hermione as she blinked looking for the newest guests.

Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco were dressed in their finest robes and looked mildly amused at the decorations. However, since the Weasleys were Nouveau riche, Narcissa only nodded at the delicate taste in decoration.

"It's a good thing Apolline Delacour is a fantastic party organizer, look at Narcissa approve of the decor," said Hermione.

"Right, something is off Hermione, get ready," said Harry.

"You are getting the same vibe, too?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, something is up, I don't know what yet. But it's no coincidence that Fred and George are not their usual selves. With my luck, it's probably related to us? You know something, Ron never did come back, where the hell is that git?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him, after that weird question at the door. I mean, we already been here for over half an hour, do you think Ron is drunk? Maybe that's why the twins are pacing?" asked Hermione.

Harry asked for two more drinks and got back to Hermione who was apprehensively looking at the ferret. Harry gave her a glass and surreptitiously studied the demeanor of the Malfoy family and then again the Weasleys, and then it hit him.

Auror instincts never failed, 'Constant Vigilance' old Mad-Eye would preach, and now it was again the time to be on the receiving end of a prank. Fuck him and his messed up luck! Fate must really hate the last name Potter and to top it all Granger too.

"Whatever you do, do not react Hermione, please?" asked Harry taking her hand. "Relax your breathing, think of puppies and kittens and how good it felt to ride on Buckbeak." said, Harry.

"Oh dear Merlin, I was frightened beyond my wits! I held onto your scrawny arse for dear life, but, I did feel safe," said Hermione, and blushed.

"Look into my eyes, now," added Harry in haste.

Hermione blinked and obeyed. Harry whispered: "Legilimens!"

In there he saw Hermione's memories of her kissing Draco Malfoy, making love to him, and how very convenient it was for him to sleep with Hermione. But as soon as Hermione asked for a commitment the blonde git fled as though he was on fire.

Hermione fought back and found herself in a memory of Harry and Ginny, both kissing, making love and making plans on how many babies they would have and their names.

Both Harry and Hermione were quietly shedding tears as they exited each other's memories after a couple of seconds.

Hermione could sense Harry's thoughts, as Harry relayed the message: "They never accepted us, not completely, they never truly loved us. Please Hermione, please stay calm, whatever happens, we are together."

Harry felt Hermione's hand grip his wrist, at last, Fred took both of them to the back main office.

It was then that Fred said: "I'm so sorry Harry, Hermione but Ginny is engaged to Draco Malfoy ."

"Since when?" asked Hermione.

"She's pregnant and the Magic has recognized the Malfoy heir, so two weeks ago."

"Oh God, I'm going to be sick," declared Hermione.

"Yeah, me too. So, what? You took us out of the celebration before we could embarrass you?" inquired Harry.

"Harry, you know that's not it," said Fred.

"We are not wanted here, are we?" said Hermione.

"Yeah, basically Hermione, Fred is quietly disposing of the garbage, why the hell were we invited?" said Harry coldly.

"That's not it either. Look, I hate this as much as you do. My sister broke your heart, Harry and I for one wish I was not a Weasley at the moment. But you don't choose your family, you understand this better than anyone. I'm sorry Harry, and Hermione, I really am. For what it's worth, I championed you both against this outcome and I was kicked out of the family home. As to why you were invited, the Malfoys specifically asked that you both be here."

"Those bastards! I can't talk, I can't be in this place. Harry take me away from here. Please, please take me away!" sobbed Hermione as Harry embraced her and said to Fred.

"Tomorrow you will get a letter from my solicitor upon the clause of loyalty. I gave you the capital for the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, and I will get my share out, you fucked with the wrong ones, this I swear!" hissed Harry.

As Hermione kept on weeping. Harry added: "Kreacher."

"Master called?" answered Kreacher.

"Take us out of this place, and deliver us to an Oasis."

"Kreacher will."

As a thunder crack of apparition broke. The backlash of Magic sealed Potter's promise of retaliation.

Lefty alone, Fred's head dropped. "Well that could have gone better," he muttered.

Both Harry and Hermione were taken to what looked like temple construction, but no, it was "Riad."

A palace of Moorish design. Hermione turned looking a bit overwhelmed and asked Harry:

"Where are we?"

"Home," said Harry. He laughed and said: "Can you imagine, coming here instead of the Forest of Dean? Back in the day, when we were running?"

Hermione nodded and added: "Oh, what a beautiful place, I would have left that tent in a heartbeat. Probably the Wizarding world would have been eradicated from the face of the earth, by the mundanes."

Only then, she lost her poker face and the tears flooded her eyes as she mumbled.

"Those fucking bastards!" as she crumpled.

Harry reached out to her and broke her fall and together they sat on the kingsize bed. Both shaking and crying, just like when they lost Sirius, and Severus and the Lupins.

Embracing as children who have witnessed a murder and tried to make sense of life leaving a body without warning.

After a while, Hermione calmed down and started feeling a bit awkward and Harry did the most unexpected thing. He tapped her forehead and said:

"Stop thinking Granger… do you think I give a damn about how you look? We have such a history and have gone through so much together. That awkward is not a valid feeling between us? Do you know what we deserve? A little bit of comfort and pampering."

They walked and found a plate of dried fruits and dates, exotic drinks, perfumes, and a censer.

Hermione nodded, sighed and went in search of the bathroom to wash her face. It was there that she gasped. A moment later, Harry appeared with his wand ready to kill whatever was making her gasp in fright, instead she turned to him and added.

"Wow, Harry! Would you look at the size of this bathroom? It looks like the bath of Scheherazade and the Arabian Nights."

Harry smiled, not without doing a small eye roll, and said,

"Go on, take a dip."

Hermione smiled and added with playfulness.

"Not without you, I won't."

To Harry, who was used to Hermione being sober, responsible and very keen on keeping on the friend zone, this was a revelation to which he could only ask.

"What?"

"Oh I get it, would you like me to bring Moaning Myrtle so you would feel more comfortable?" she jested.

"Oh Merlin, How did you know, when were you aware of that episode?" asked Harry.

Hermione blushed and nodded. "Yeah, I mean, it's not like I could not check you up when you came out of the water… Your swim trunks stuck to your… um, okay, I'm going to shut up, now."

"Really? So you know that, for fuck sakes, I practically lost my virginity to Myrtle? And you're embarrassed, that you checked my scrawny arse in the second task?"

Hermione's eyes went as round as saucers and whimpered: "She didn't lie?"

"Merlin! You are starting to scare me, what did she say?" asked Harry as he started undressing, loosening his dress tie, taking his jacket off and the gold cufflinks.

The steam of the hot water in the bath was calling the humans to its depths.

Hermione realized that she too was enjoying the conversation and her clothes were becoming damp, so she too started undressing. Because when in Scheherazade's bath, you get naked, take a dip, and that's it. She was at that point certain that Harry didn't see her as a potential partner. Harry liked blond bombshells like Gabrielle and redheads like Ginny and Susan Bones. But not her, she was just... well not his sister, but maybe the weird cousin of a cousin. Yes, that was it.

She took her slippers off and then started slipping off her earrings and accessories then replied:

"Well, um, Myrtle, well, she was humming to herself, happy and giggly, and the living did not affect her the same. It was a little bit before the fourth year came to a close, before the last task. I went to the loo and Cho and Marietta, those two were teasing her to reveal who was the best of the three male champions, asset wise? She said: Harry Potter, even though he is the youngest, more shy and inexperienced, he is the best."

Harry drew a crooked smile and pulled his shirt and unbuttoned, Hermione, licked her dry lips, and blinked and noticed that she needed to remove her makeup. She got the cotton swabs and her cleansing solution and after a few moments, her eyes returned to half-naked Harry. She blinked, there must be something wrong with her eyes, because scrawny and scar-riddled was not there.

"What the fuck happened to you Harry?... You've filled up, and what happened to your scars and you, you are more, sexy, God! are you shitting me? Ginny is a bona-fide idiot!"

Harry smiled and said. "Yeah, well, I had to go through a physical exam before being accepted into the Auror corps. Fortunately, the Goblins had a health and training center that got me ready to wipe the floors on the entry exam. Still, well, I'm not that tall."

Hermione blinked and in an insulted tone asked: "What, are you kidding me?... you are taller than Napoleon Bonaparte, and have a Grecian Athlete's body! Let's not forget, you are freaking Harry Potter. you know what? Fuck Ginny, fuck her for not wanting you, you were created to be loved and revered, fuck them all."

Harry nodded at Hermione's rant, took a couple of steps towards her. With the lithe sensuousness of a cat he reached out to the zipper behind her back and lowered it until she took notice of fabric hanging loosely on her shoulders. He then took a gamble and kissed her neck gently.

Hermione gasped in surprise, as she felt his lips pressing small kisses on her neck. His warm hands on her shoulders, her mind went numb. She realized her gown had, somehow, got unzipped until she could step out of it, which she did.

Harry took a second to assess his advancement. So far, she had not slapped him, good! He then took a moment to admire the woman, scratch that, goddess.

It was hard for Harry to recall ever seeing a more beautiful sight to his senses.

She had a graceful figure, like that of a ballet dancer. But her skin seemed to be made of vanilla toffee. Those big brown eyes that seemed to take in the world with surprise still, after all these years.

She was wearing an alluring set of hosiery, made of black silk and lace. That and her garter belt put a smile on his face. He thought to himself, "A perfectly wrapped gift."

"Harry, could you hold me just a little more?" asked Hermione feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Anything for you." He placed his arms around her waist.

Their first embrace was not without awkwardness. The two had been experts at hiding and deflecting their affection. Only after making peace with their closeness did both start to move, as though they were in a slow dance.

After Harry took off her bra and performed a small wand-less slice hex over her knickers, he was left with Hermione in a silk and lace black garter belt and her thigh long stockings. She was blushing and said:

"Um, I guess is pointless to add that I'm no virgin?" she confessed.

"No, it's not is not pointless. But, I'm no virgin either, and if you give me a chance, I can make you forget anyone, everyone else, before today."

Hermione sighed, as an odd tingling sensation overtook her just below her belly. She added: "I, I want to make you mine."

"Of course, but me first," He took her into her arms and walked the steps of the pool.

"Harry, you are still wearing your pants."

"So good of you to notice, but I need them on for just a little bit longer."

"But those are expensive."

"Right, I have a dozen or two of them."

"Wait, what? No, no, you can't," retorted Hermione.

"Yes, I do, just like you. You are the cave hiding Ali Baba's treasure, while I am the scrawny bastard that stumbled on your treasures. It's a fact, Hermione, I'm a powerful heir, I just never told anyone, hell, I don't even need to work. I have a fortune in grimoires, book collections besides my millions upon millions of galleons. And yet everyone else thinks that I'm worthless?"

"I don't care about your money, you know that. You are the most loyal, the most generous and kindest human being I know. Merlin! I want to get back to that party and torch them for hurting you!" declared Hermione.

"Like you did with Snape on our first year in Hogwarts?"

Again tears covered Hermione's eyelids and with a lump in her throat she added:

"Oh God Harry, I was so scared, I loved you!"

Harry raised her chin and whispered: "Do you still love me? At this point, I'll take anything. Please... I just... I, I never thought I would ever have a chance with you!"

"What do you mean? You never said anything, I thought you didn't want me. You were always too busy, I was sure it was just my fantasy,"

Harry reached to her lips and kissed her softly. Hermione tasted his soft lips, and, the sugary flavor left her dermis tingling.

She opened her eyes and noticed Harry breathing through his mouth, his lips were of deep red and a pink hue covered his complexion as he too opened his eyes and focused on her and probed:

"Did you feel it too?"

"Yeah, I did, it felt like an electric current under my skin, what does it mean?" she asked.

"I may be wrong, but, Hermione, I think this current it's called soul affinity, and we, well, we are supposed to mold it and give meaning to it. Do you want me to stop though?"

"How did you get so smart?" asked Hermione.

Harry drew a crooked smile, moved his face, and whispered to her ear. "I blame it on the goblins, they're the mafia, smart and witty, it rubs on you once you get through their brand of education."

"Oh my," said Hermione as Harry drew a line of small kisses from her cheek to her pulse point. He added, "I'm going crazy with you in my arms. Tell me I'm not alone, don't tell me to stop, please?" said Harry to her ear.

"Oh God, I feel it too, and no, don't stop. Kiss me, please kiss me, Harry."

"As you wish my lady."

Hermione's magic flared just as their bodies collided in need.

Harry's magic, adjusted and gave just as much as he received. She was absorbing the air of his lungs. But he would be damned if he stopped her now.

He loved her, and she loved him. This feeling went beyond their heartbreak over Ginny and Draco, beyond the war, it went back to their first meeting, connecting after a tragedy. It went back to each other's secrets, the personal losses, the tears as much as their joys. It was sacred love, denied love and now it was out in the open.

She loved him and hell, if he didn't give his all to return that love, with all of his joy.

Holding one another, his mouth followed the skin of her neck and kissed her. He was moved to tears as she arched her back in an offering.

Harry felt like his senses were playing tricks, her skin, it seemed, was made of the softest silk. His hands soon reached the sides of her perky breasts, he sucked on the tips and massaged the soft globes until her areolae turned to pebbled flesh.

The sounds of her breathing were driving him insane. But if anything, patience was heavily rewarded, so, he kept himself, grounded. The goblin's training could help him to a point, but it was Sirius who gave him the best piece of advice, 'A wizard worth his wand gets his witch off before experiencing his own pleasure, never forget that pup,'

After trial and error, the pup turned into a wolf. "Hell and back," Harry thought, this was his test by fire. It took a lot of self-control to detach and appreciate this encounter, every contour, how she reacted to each stroke, the soft dance of her hips.

Harry smiled, and thought to himself, "thank heaven." After a moment, he asked: "What happens next Hermione?"

She stopped and confused asked. "You don't know?" Harry drew a predatory smile, he added as though he was a master chef about to feast on a banquet. "Oh I know, I just want you to say it out loud, so be a good girl, and tell?"

"Harry James Potter, stop driving me insane and take me!"

"Okay, but first a kiss,"

Hermione reached out to kiss him, however, before she could complete the deed, she was surprised by Harry's initiative. Harry took a hold of her arse, elevated her over the edge of the pool, then he gathered her thighs over his shoulders, and kissed her mons pubis.

At the sudden change, Hermione felt like she lost in one movement her breath and her sanity. Things like this didn't happen to her. However, her eyes relayed the image of her lover, his raven hair tickling her belly button, his strong warm hands holding her hips. Her skin as well sent the message of how good Harry's warm breath felt in the apex of her sex. She realized that he did agree to take her, but said nothing about avoiding the madness. He then added as he continued exploring her. "Good girl you were always so good to me, now it's my turn,"

Harry, gently caressed her mound. Hermione felt helpless, she couldn't speak, only breathe in wonder. She wanted to give back, instead, she ran her fingers through Harry's hair, massaging his scalp, Harry hissed at her touch.

To Harry, the experience was as though he was in wonderland. Touching her, delving, parting, lightly spreading her moisture with two fingers from top to bottom. Kissing her thighs and with each of his kisses, studying Hermione's response. How she acted, as though his lips induced little shocks of electricity, that made her skin fill with gooseflesh.

She couldn't fight, nor control her reply, nothing really. His touch felt right, and again her hips started undulating. Welcoming each second as long Harry was in it extending her bliss in soft strokes.

Harry wondered if he was insane, maybe he was dead and this was paradise. It was as though she was designed for him, from head to toe. However in between her legs, well that was his home, thank Merlin for being short-sighted, because up close, he could take his time and even admire the luscious design.

Yes, her sex was a thing of beauty. Small, it had a beautiful patch of soft pubic hair in a shade of caramel. Pouty, pink, plump, soft lips and her scent and dampness were made to be cherished. How the hell did he get so lucky? After a moment, he realized he didn't care since before him lay a nymph blushing and in need.

His fingers dipped, probed and gathered her moisture on the tip of his fingers. Yes, it was like her, lovely.

He tipped over and licked softly, testing how sensitive and heavenly it felt as the recipient's belly jumped at his touch. He continued, holding her thighs open, as his nose and tongue found the tiny nodule of nerves and a cadence that had her moaning, begging him to continue ravaging her.

"Oh God, Harry you are so good."

He hummed and Hermione gasped.

"Oh, yes! Just like that, please don't stop."

Not even if the world was up in flames. Yep, he would continue, or die trying.

His middle finger and ring finger surged and pumped as his mouth sucked and licked at her little clit. It was so tender that shortly after, she was unable to breathe as she was taken by rapture, tears and pleading for him, for love.

Harry unlocked her legs, kissed her, then took off his pants. He stroked himself although it was hardly necessary, aligned his erection to her opening, and pushed as she again arched her body in response to this new intrusion.

"Oh my god, you are massive! Wait, give me a moment, stand still." She sighed as she adjusted to his girth.

He nodded as he felt her hands caress his chest as she drew him into a kiss, pinching his nipples. He then took a hold on her right leg and angled it to the side, while slowly dragging his erection, gradually increasing the tempo, in search of the spongy tissue of her g spot.

Hermione, felt as though, she was slowly being taken to another dimension, a dimension designed for her pleasure. As Harry pushed, and drew back in a maddening motion, soon the pain gave way to the pleasure. Then his skillful fingers continued circling her clit. She could only beg.

"Oh god! Harry, don't stop!"

"Oh god, you are so tight, Hermione please, look at me, look at us, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"I'm not dreaming either, please don't stop. I need you, I need you, god I love you," said she.

"I can't be without you now. I won't, not ever again,"

Hermione pulled Harry against her, greedy for his touch and again she kissed him as he continued swaying in a way branding her as his own.

A moment later, bliss took the couple captive, just like grains of sand under the pull of the waves, devoid of their individuality, in a perfect communion of souls, love and, magic.

-oo0oo-

Days later, Harry, decided that having Hermione like this was a blessing and he felt just a smidge grateful for moronic Weasleys and imbecilic Malfoy's. Yes, it was amazing to be Harry at the moment.

For the last three days, he had made so many discoveries. One, he found out that Hermione loved being on top, to the side and reverse cowgirl, just to name a few positions. He knew now what was going to be her birthday present. Yes, a sub collar, a collection of handcuffs and the golden edition Kama Sutra guide for Sex Magic. Plus, Harry also realized that he loved oral sex, giving to her and taking it too. Hermione was nothing if not a perfectionist and an enthusiast! So, amen for his Gryffindor bookworm.

Harry loved the idea of an insatiable, playful, loving mate who just took any excuse to divest him of his clothes and she loved him, genuinely loved him.

On her part, Hermione loved Harry's stamina, the fact that he treated her like a queen, fed her and kissed her silly, loved cuddling and was a powerful Wizard. All this under the guise of being a clueless yes man to the Ministry and Wizarding Britain. Now, she knew better and was even more captivated by his wits and secret Slytherin smarts.

Both of them felt really comfortable in just skin. To them, in a way, it was like coming out of a drought and into heaven.

By the fourth day of their 'disappearing act', a ring appeared on Hermione's finger, with a superb crest that had Potter and the Deathly Hallows motif. By the looks of it, a beautifully Goblin crafted piece of jewelry.

"What is this Harry?" asked Hermione.

"I think it's an engagement ring Hermione, if not a wedding band. We have to ask the goblins," answered Harry, kissing her again. Both of them were comfortably lounging while holding.

"Later, right now, I need you to spank me raw and then kiss me and rub me with baby oil," replied Hermione.

"If I must, I must. Who am I to oppose you? Come here, fiancé."

Hermione shrieked and jumped out of bed, and Harry added: "Okay you gorgeous tease, no mercy then."

-oo0oo-

As it turned out Hermione and Harry were in Granada Spain, after sightseeing and indulging in sweets. Well, Harry was using Hermione as his perfect eating table then ravaging each other again. the couple, at last, decided to visit Gringotts Castille, in order to figure out the meaning of the ring.

After another three days, Harry and Hermione resurfaced to the world. As they were stepping into the Spanish goblin counting-house a deafening silence, greeted them.

As it turned out everyone in England believed them dead.

Harry and Hermione walked hand in hand up to a teller, while the goblins around him murmured. After Harry donated a couple of blood drops and the goblins confirmed his identity, the couple was led to the administrator's office for the Potter-Black accounts.

The smartly dressed goblin, sitting at the desk introduced himself as Bernardo, and after, he almost suffered a stroke as he laid eyes on the so-called engagement ring on Hermione's finger.

"Is something wrong master goblin Bernardo?" asked Harry,

"Yes, are you alright master goblin?" repeated Hermione.

"Oh, I'm sorry Missus Potter. It's just that the ring you are wearing has not seen the light of day in almost eight centuries. It making its appearance again, well, it's a bit frightening," answered Bernardo.

Well, the cat was out of the bag as both Harry and Hermione arched their eyebrows in surprise to the reply from the administrator. "Married?" asked Harry. He turned to Hermione and she paled at the surprise.

"Mrs. Potter, me? I'm Mrs. Potter? No! I want you on your knees," she said while grinning. She pointed at Harry. "Beg for my love as you promise to gift me with your libraries, and at least half of dozen of children to drive me insane and a lifetime of happiness or I'm not saying yes!"

Harry sighed and nodded in acceptance. While he was on his knees, he got a great idea, he was going to steal another secret kiss to Hermione's mons. Lately stealing kisses had been a favorite part of their playtime. So got on his knees and said: "Hermione Jean Granger will you- oomph!"

He never got a chance since Hermione tackled hugged him and said.

"YES! I will marry you!" She kissed him silly, and Bernardo cleared his throat as he corrected that statement.

"According to magic and the little wizard inside you, you are already a legal family, Mrs. Potter."

As that last statement took root on the new married woman, the realisation that she was, well, she was with child, she fainted.

When she regained consciousness, she asked: "You knocked me up? How? I mean I was under the potion and you used a contraceptive charm, how? I mean do you have super sperm or magical repelling seed?" asked Hermione a bit stunned at the revelation.

"Me? what about you? did you used ancient rituals to void the contraceptive magic?" retorted Harry.

"Wait, what ancient rituals? You, you spanking me and driving me insane with pleasure, that was your angle, wasn't it? You wanted me dazed and confused, while your baby took shape!"

"Oh, Merlín! I've been called everything under the sky, but never an Incubus!"

"Well, you are! I mean, I did want children, but, after I turned thirty! But no, you had to get me naked in your Turkish bath and drive me wild with your expert tongue and monster manhood. What was I supposed to do? Oh, right, I was supposed to say no thank you? Harry, why the hell do you have to be so fucking sexy!?"

"That's it, I'm making sure it's twins instead of one baby! come here, wife!"

"No, keep your irresistible hands and body to yourself husband!"

Harry turned around and asked: "Is there a place where my wife and I can talk in private?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, your ancestor Ignotus Peverell had a very interesting house trunk and he made use of it every time he and his wife had a disagreement over the family heirlooms, while at Gringotts," said Bernardo.

"Another wife arguing over the family jewels? These Potter males have a fine tradition indeed, hmpf!" Hermione started to complain, but Harry pulled her close and kissed her and then asked for the trunk.

"Quickly Mrs. Potter, to the love trunk!" He had her in his arms and disappeared in a flash.

Harry would think about how to get back at the Malfoys and the Weasley's later. Now he had a duty to his bride, twins, instead of one, yep, that was a fine goal indeed!

A/N I would like to request any ideas on how to get back at the Malfoys and Weasleys? for science reasons, yep, that's my angle.

Thanks for reading!