What I'm really pissed about is that harrypotterfanfiction DOT com won't post chap.7 of Adopted b/c of child abuse. Well, I'm sorry, but that's how my story rolls! And there's no actual hitting of a child! They just talk about it!
Here's Heir! One of those Hermione-produces-an-heir-for-Harry stories! Because you know it wouldn't be a DREWHHR story without some kind of child in it. Haha.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does.
Harry smiled sadly as he looked at pictures from his infancy. He and his parents. They looked so happy. So content. His parents gave their lives up for him. And now he was repaying them by going off on a dangerous mission and getting himself killed. They died so that the Potter line could go on. He was the last one. The last one of his family. There was his cousin Dudley, but he wasn't a Potter. He wasn't a wizard. His true heritage was wizardry. As much as he respected his mother's Muggle side, he really thought himself as a true Potter. He wanted to continue his bloodline. He wanted to Potter line to go on. He felt as if he needed to give back to his parents. They gave up their lives so that the Potter line could continue. Harry had a fifty-fifty chance that he could survive. He was not taking that chance. He needed an heir.
"Harry?" he heard from behind him. He stretched his neck and looked over his shoulder. He smiled sadly as he saw the beautiful face of his best friend. She was wearing short, pink-and-white, pajama shorts and a maroon, Gryffindor shirt that clung to her perfectly. Her outfit was perfect to sleep in during the hot, summer weather.
"Hey, 'Mione," he said and turned back to his photo album. He felt her walk over to him and seat herself down next to him on the couch. He took a quick gaze at her long, slender legs that seemed to stretch on forever.
He had been thinking of Hermione a lot lately. And they weren't pure thoughts. He thought they were just lust. He was seventeen and a hot-blooded male. He had needs, too. But lately, he had been thinking about her more than that. He shook his head mentally, getting rid of these thoughts and focused on the album.
"What are you doing at..." She checked her beautiful, brown Michael Kors watch that was on her wrist. "...12:32 in the morning?"
"Just looking at pictures," was his answer as he flipped the page. Hermione smiled as she saw a picture of her best friend as an infant in his mother's arms. His father must have been taking the picture.
"It's hard to believe that you were ever that small," she said with a giggle.
"Yeah," he agreed. He turned the page. It was the famous-at least to him-picture of himself and his parents. They were both holding him in the middle of them and every so often, his father would raise one of his son's hands and waved it to the camera. "They gave up their lives for me. And I'm repaying them by getting myself killed."
"You're not going to die, Harry," she said softly, yet firmly.
"I need to be prepared. I need to be prepared if I do die. I need the world to know that I care about my heritage. My family. My bloodline. But I don't...I just don't know what to do." He put his head in his hands and leaned his elbows on his knees. Hermione placed a soft hand on his back and rubbed circles all along it, soothing him. Reassuring him that everything was going to be okay.
"I'm so sorry this had to happen to you, Harry. You of all people should not have to endure this torture. Of whether you are going to live or die. It's very...cruel," Hermione said softly but firmly.
"Yeah, I know. I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going to hunt down the Horcruxes and defeat him once and for all," he said.
"Okay, you need some sleep. We can talk in the morning," she told him and he nodded picking his head up from his hands.
Before he could stand up, Hermione leaned over and kissed his forehead tenderly, leaving a tingling feeling where it was placed. Harry gave her a small smile and stood up. With one last look, he disappeared up the steps to the Head Boy's bedroom to sleep, but only to find himself unable to. Hermione would not sleep well either. Instead for twenty minutes, she stayed awake and contemplated on what he had just said.
There was a knock at the door twenty minutes later. "Come in," he called, knowing exactly who it was. It could only be one person. The door opened and his best friend stood there, looking very nervous. She looked as if it was a mistake to be in here. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" he asked concernedly.
She opened her mouth, then closed it. Then she opened it again and stuttered, "Y-y-you said y-y-you needed an h-h-heir. I-I'll give you one, Harry. I-I'll bear your ch-child for you."
Harry widened his eyes. He could not believe in a million years that his best friend was standing there telling him that she would have his child. Continue the Potter line. "Yo-you'd do that for me?"
"Yeah, of course, Harry, you're my best friend." She slowly walked over to Harry's bedside and crawled under the covers with him. "Will you let me do this for you?"
"I...I don't know. I don't want you to be stuck with a baby if I should die."
"I don't care, Harry. I'll love it. I'll raise it by myself if I have to," she told him. Hermione scooted closer to him. "I've...I've never...d-done this before."
"Me either," he said huskily. He was getting aroused by her lack of clothing and her being so close to him. He grabbed her shoulders and gently pulled her on top of him. She threw her leg over his hips, straddling them. She leaned down and brushed her lips lightly against his. It was passionate. The kiss got deeper and Hermione cupped his face in her hands and plunged her tongue in his mouth, tasting him. His hands went from her shoulders down her sides slowly. And to her hips. He rubbed them sensually. She began to rock against him. Her clad womanhood rubbing against his clad manhood, making it harder. Harry's hands slipped under her shirt and began to feel her smooth, creamy skin.
Hermione moaned into his mouth as his hands moved higher. His eyes widened as he felt that she was not wearing a bra. It only made him more eager to get inside of her. He began to lift her shirt up. Over her hips. Her stomach. To the bottom of her breasts. Hermione let go of him and raised her arms, allowing him to take her shirt off of her. He threw it to the ground and broke the kiss off to look at her. If it was possible, he got harder. Hermione looked away from his gaze, but he just sat up and kissed her. "You're beautiful." Using the advantage that he was sitting up, she took his shirt off as well, showing off his toned muscles. Using them, in one swift move, he flipped her onto her back, so that he was on top.
He kissed her throat, her collarbone, all the way to her breasts, where he spent the most attention on. He licked, nipped, sucked, kissed. She moaned in pleasure. Feeling something pooling in between her legs, which seemed to spread even more for him. She untied the strings on his pajama pants and slipped them off of him, baring himself to her. She stared at the monstrosity that was him. She smiled, quite liking it. Harry was happy she liked it. He bent low and kissed her mouth again.
His hands slipped down to her short shorts. He untied them and slipped them off of her. She was shaved down there and very pink. Her arousal very noticable. He touched her and she gave out a gasp. She was slick and wet. Harry ached to be inside of her. "Do it, Harry. Please," she begged. Her legs opened wider for him.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes, please, I'll carry your child. Don't worry, your bloodline will not cease," she promised.
He nodded and positioned himself. He held himself up by putting his hands on either side of her head, leaning over her. He slipped himself into her. They became one. She gasped louder. He stopped when he realized that he was hurting her. "I...I'm sorry," he said horrified at her pained face. He watched as the tears peeked into her eyelids and he began to pull out. But Hermione stopped him. "No! No, it's okay. That's supposed to happen. It hurts the female the first time. But...I'm fine now. Keep going."
She nodded. "Yes."
He nodded back and slipped more into her. She gasped again. But this time in pleasure. Harry began to move his hips up and down on top of her. She squeezed her legs against his hips, holding him there. Not letting him go. The sweat that had appeared on Harry caused it to be easy to move his hips against her legs that were holding him. Hermione felt complete. Whole. Filled. Home.
Harry felt the same way. He never felt more alive than he did at that moment. Hermione reached up and buried her fingers in his ebony-black hair. He began to go faster. And faster. And harder. Until Hermione felt as if she were being split open. In half. She began to softly scream in pleasure. Building it up in her stomach. Harry felt her walls get tighter around him and she came with a scream. She raked her nails across his back. The sweat keeping blood from drawing. He could not believe he was doing this with Hermione. His best friend! The love of his life! Three more thrusts and he came as well, spilling himself inside of her. He rode out the rest of her waves with her. When she was done, he pulled out of her and collasped on the side of her. Spent. Tired. Harry turned his head and kissed her neck. "Thank you," he whispered in her ear.
"Anything," she whispered back.
"Goodnight, Harry. Sweet dreams."
Hermione pulled the covers over them as they had slid off a bit. Harry's arm was protectively around her upper waist. She heard his steady breathing, indicating that he was indeed asleep. Slowly, she brought her hand to her stomach.
She slightly smiled. Her child. His child. Their child was being made. Right there.
Well, there's chapter 1! Hope you enjoyed it! Next chapter's gonna be longer. I promise.
Next chapter: Harry leaves.
By the way, Hermione's Michael Kors watch is based on mine. Awesome watch!
Will update as soon as I can.