Family Matters: Chapter Twenty-One
Just a warning: the following chapter contains many references to rape. I found it extremely disturbing.
Chapter XXI
Harry reached the level of the hospital wing just in time to hear a bellowed, “Get me out of this horrible fic! Geroff her, yeh soddin’ pervert!” This was immediately followed with the sound of something impacting a wall - hard. Harry ran the rest of the distance to find Hagrid holding Draco Malfoy up against the wall, his feet kicking frantically a good two feet from the floor as he and Hagrid kissed passionately. The Slytherin’s pants and an open pocket knife were on the floor next to Hermione’s bed. The blanket was pulled down around her feet and her skirt was lifted, exposing the fact that Malfoy had sliced off her knickers. Pity he couldn't have slit her throat as well.
Harry spun to face the Slytherin prefect, unaware that fire was dancing "Gangnam Style" in his eyes. “Well, Malfoy, it looks like you didn’t go to the duel, or else you’d have learned that you just put your life in your hands. Do you remember why I duelled your Head of Household? Because I am a ridiculous God-mode Stu that the author is projecting his insecurities all over. For insulting her. Just for insulting her. What you’ve done is far worse than that. Twice now. Oh by the way, you’ll note that I came in here on a Segway under my own power. Snape should be in here …” As he spoke, Madame Pomfrey and the others appeared in the room via Portkey. They hurriedly levitated Snape’s blood-covered body into a bed, and while Madame Pomfrey began to work on healing the professor, the others turned to look at Hagrid, Harry, and Malfoy. “Ah, there he is now.” Harry looked smug and crossed his arms across his chest as Draco paled at the sight of the mangled canon Potions master.
Blah blah blah. Dumbledore kisses Harry's ass and gives him permission to duel Draco.
Harry hadn’t thought it possible for Draco to become any more OoC paler, but he was proven wrong. He decided to add to the discomfort of the Slytherin by simply adding, “I won’t duel him, Professor. He’d be too easy. Besides, I got Snape. I think that this one should be handled by her parents.”
Oh yeah. I had almost forgotten about Kinsfire having the Grangers suddenly become wizards. Ew.
As Dumbledore turned his attention to Hermione, Malfoy became, almost impossibly, even paler, and suddenly lost bladder control. Hey, Kinsfire! You should get together with Neil! He has a thing for people peeing themselves, too! The headmaster passed his wand over Hermione several times Bow chikka bow wow! and spent a few moments inspecting the resulting auras before looking to the Charms professor and asking, “Filius? Double-check my findings, will you?”
Flitwick walked over to Hermione and passed his wand across her several times, murmuring as he did, finally, he looked up at the headmaster and said, “Conceptigenus Puer, right?” At Dumbledore’s nod, Flitwick looked at Draco and said, “Well, Mister Malfoy, it seems as if you have earned space near your father. This spell proves not only attempted rape, but line theft. If that's what I think it is, this story just got even more STUPID. Why would Draco want to have children with Hermione? Oh right, because she's PERFECT. I wonder if you remember what the old penalties for that are?”
Malfoy apparently did. He fainted.
Hagrid grunted. “I guess I can let ‘im down now, eh? My arm’s gettin’ a bit tired.” He threw Malfoy carelessly onto a nearby bed, and Flitwick bound him there with magical cords. The resulting three-way was so disturbing that Harry killed himself, and everyone else lived happily ever after.
Harry chuckled and said, “Now you have to figure out what to do with him. Whether he simply goes to Azkaban, or the Grangers are set upon him, is up to the rest of you. I’m going to stay here at Hermione’s side until I simply can’t anymore, for whatever reason.”
Doug put his hand of Harry’s shoulder. “What do you want done with him, Harry?” he asked quietly. “She is your wife, and therefore your property.”
“And your daughter before that. I got first crack at her tormentor on staff. I defer to the people who brought this wonderful woman into the world as to his disposition,” he replied, poking a thumb at Malfoy. “If you want him dead, I will support it. If you merely want him in prison, I will support that as well. If you want him freed, well, then, I trust you, but I’d at least ask for your reasons.”
Apparently, Hogwarts has prison cells in the dungeons. Kinsfire needs to stop pulling details out of his ass.
Dobby reappeared quickly and said, “Dobby has prepared a room, sir. It is clean and dry, and even warm. Mister Malfoy will do well there.” His eyes sparkled. “May Dobby be permitted to care for Mister Draco sexually while he is down there?”
“I don’t see why not,” Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "But only if you let me watch the videos afterwards." With that, Dobby took possession of Draco and disappeared with him.
Cut for a recap of Chamber of Secrets.
“I’ll have to tell her that once we wake her up,” Harry said sadly. “Let her get used to having house elves around our property, once we find something.” He paused for a moment. “Sir? You mentioned a spell that was cast on her. What was it?”
“The spell is Conceptigenus Puer. It guarantees that the woman it is cast upon will be impregnated and give birth to a male child. Huh. I don't know why you would cast that spell on the woman, seeing as how it's the sperm that determines the sex of the child. It is usually used to ensure the birth of a first-born son, for those who care about successions and such. The Malfoys have had an extraordinary string of first-born sons for a number of generations, so I am not surprised he knew of it. I am afraid, my boy, that you and Hermione will be waiting for some time to consummate the marriage, given her preference to avoid a child until she has finished Hogwarts." Of course, I'm sure Harry's desire for sex will override her desire to wait for kids.
“I take it that it can’t be broken, and that it lasts until I make love to her next? Or until somebody has sex with her, anyway?” At the headmaster’s nod, he tilted his head in thought. “Sneaky little bastard, isn’t he?”
“What do you mean?” Helen asked.
“We swore that she wasn’t pregnant. So, he comes in here, casts that, and then rapes her. If he were smart enough to clean up after himself, he might even get away with it, if it weren't for those meddling kids!. The dates are close enough that it looks to the general public like we’re liars, or too stupid to count days. Also, when the child comes out with light brown or blond hair, possibly with the same grey eyes because children always look exactly like their father? It’s obvious that she was cheating on me, so it would be equally obvious that I’d have to dump her, and yet, since we’re married, the child is officially my heir. So he would be breaking up the marriage and forcing me to accept a Malfoy as an heir. This was his thought process, I’ll bet. That is the dumbest plan I have ever heard. And to what end? Of course, he doesn’t know that I know Hermione well enough to know that it would have to be rape to get her to open her legs for him. And any child she bore in her body I would love. It’s not the genes that makes the child bad, it’s the upbringing. But what’s this line theft thing? It must be bad, the way Draco reacted.”
“To the pureblood families, lineage is everything and the firstborn son inherits almost everything by primogeniture. The old laws reflect this,” said Dumbledore. “Line theft occurs when someone does exactly what you described, to deliberately ‘steal’ an inheritance by making sure the firstborn is misbegotten. Theft of a line was considered a crime against the whole family, and the Wizarding community at large, where rape was merely a crime against the woman and her husband. The penalties are correspondingly severe.” The elderly wizard laughed softly. “At the very least, Harry, Draco stands to forfeit one-quarter of the Malfoy fortune to you merely for the attempt. It would have been one-half, and eventual inheritance of the whole by the offspring, had he succeeded, as he would have been forced to accept the child as his heir as well. I cannot think that that was his intent.” Oh great, just what we need! For Harry to be even MORE rich!
Snip. Harry isn't allowed to sleep because he might fall into a coma like Hermione, and then they could never be soul-mates again! Oh, what a tragedy.
“So if it takes you a week, I’m supposed to remain awake for one hundred and sixty eight hours? What if it’s ten days? Two hundred forty hours without sleep? Your math skills are so impressive. Woah. Multiplication. That's pretty advanced. Might as well just kill me now!” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, professor. Stress, adrenalin, and worry. I understand your worries, but this feels like a normal tiredness to me, not the ‘I really need to heal but I’m too stupid to listen to my body’ type that I’m all too familiar with. I think it’s just fatigue.”
Doug Granger spoke up. “How about this? We put Harry in bed with Hermione - as much contact as possible can’t be bad in this situation - and Helen and I keep an eye on our children. We like watching them sleep. It's not at all creepy--Twilight said so! If it looks as if Harry is slipping into something other than a normal sleep, we Ennervate him and get the rest of you running here. Does that address your worries, Filius?”
Harry and Hermione have to be naked to help establish their soul bond. And Madam Pomfrey isn't allowed to finish fixing up Snape because Harry has a temper tantrum, and the world does revolve around him, after all.
Hermione’s bed was shifted to a small private room and another bed placed alongside. Dumbledore effortlessly transfigured the two beds into one double, and while Doug turned back the covers, Helen rapidly undressed her daughter. Harry stripped and climbed in under the blankets to hold Hermione in his arms as best he could. “Oh love, please come back to me. I love you too much to lose you now.” He felt tears building in his eyes, but he quashed them ruthlessly. DIE, TEEARS, DIE! He gently kissed her cheek and drifted off to sleep.
He was awakened an unguessable time later to the frantic but upbeat whisperings of Flitwick and Hermione’s parents. They were mocking his weiner. It was below the level of understanding, but loud enough to capture his attention. He groaned quietly and opened his eyes. "How long have I been out?"
"It's Friday morning, Harry," Doug said gently. "You slept clear through the rest of Thursday. It's about ten o’clock."
Harry dragged himself out of the bed long enough to attend to necessary functions. When he returned, he looked at Hermione, still lying still on the bed. "I finally understand that phrase, and just how disturbing it is." He kissed her cheek and looked at the others before explaining. "Still as the grave."
Flitwick nodded sagely, and then looked hopefully at Harry. "Harry, I may have found a solution, but it's likely to be a bit distasteful for you."
Harry's looked was guarded. "What is this distasteful solution?" Let me guess: it involves boning.
"You know about fairy tales, correct? And how the versions that most people know these days have been made much gentler than the originals?"
Harry looked at his teacher. A part of him wanted to be just like fifth year and rail and rant over not being told immediately, but the part of him that was rapidly becoming an adult told him that Flitwick was uncertain about his reaction, which was why he was approaching it that way. "Which fairy tale, sir?"
"Sleeping Beauty," the teacher replied with a wince. “It was something you said about Severus that gave me the idea, as a matter of fact.” Oh gross. He's going to have sex with Hermione while she's in a coma. Huh, that sounds like rape to me.
Harry unfocused and began to think, speaking as he did. "Sixteen year old girl; deep sleep; prince kisses her awake. But that's the clean version. Hmm, sixteen year old girl, deep sleep; what in hell did the prince do to her?" He scowled, realizing that he'd never heard of the original version's outcome. You were so deprived, Harry! Poor you!
Helen spoke quietly. "The prince was something of a rapist. He finds a sleeping girl and decides to have a little fun. She gives birth nine months later. One of her babies sucks out the splinter that left her asleep and she wakes up."
Flitwick picked up. "The old tales often have cores of truth, especially where magic is concerned. In the old days, there was not such a separation between our world and the Muggle world, and many Muggle stories contain magical concepts. This sounds like an extremely corrupted version of one of the methods of repairing a damaged soul bonding. HOW CONVENIENT. Harry, the likelihood of your bond being repaired was roughly twenty-five percent before Malfoy entered the picture. The magic he cast upon her is likely, if nothing else, to have raised the likelihood of your repairing the bond to fifty percent or perhaps more. The magic behind Conceptigenus Puer prefers to keep the baby safe." He shuddered. "We should all give thanks to Hagrid for stopping Mister Malfoy from completing his plans. The possibility is there that she could have reforged a soul bonding, but with him."
"She'd have … oh boy, I'm glad it didn't happen, not only because it means she can still bond with me, but because she'd likely have killed herself rather than remain telepathically linked to him."
“Yes, well, there is that.” Flitwick consulted a scroll of complex Arithmantic equations which meant absolutely nothing to Harry - yet - but he was quite interested in looking at them later, after Hermione was back. Yup, that sounds just like Harry! “Actually, with your increased magical strength, the chance of re-establishing the bond is even greater, but I couldn’t say how much greater. I don’t even know why your strength is so great at the moment. Although it should have dropped when the bond was severed, it seems to have increased. But we don’t even know why it increased after the ritual for Doug and Helen, so I can’t even guess at it now. We can just be thankful that it is so.” I have yet to hear a more blatant "BECAUSE I SAID SO" from an author.
It suddenly struck Harry what was required. "So I effectively have to rape and impregnate my own wife in hopes of reforging the bond between our souls, if I'm understanding you properly."
"Is it really rape, son?" Helen asked. "From those squeals we heard during the summer, I think it's fairly obvious that she enjoyed your ministrations." SO?! Also: CREEPY.
"That may be the case, but she has absolutely no say in it this time. I decide to do this to her, and she gets to wake up and find out that she's carrying my son. I'm glad I relinquished my claim on that son of a bitch, because I'd kill him very, very slowly for putting her through this."
Doug put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, look at it this way. Do you think Hermione would rather wake up to find herself being made love to by her husband, or having Draco Malfoy atop her? You needn't answer that, by the way - we all know the answer." HOW ABOUT NEITHER?
"Still, it feels like rape to me. She doesn't get a say in the matter until after it's too late. Are you sure there’s no other way?” Sorry, this is the only way you can fulfill your non-con fantasies and still be a "good guy."
Flitwick rolled up his scroll again and sighed. “There may be, but I don’t know how long it will take to find it, or whether or not it will be possible with her comatose. Most of the other ways of establishing a soul bond or healing a damaged one are rather complex. This one has the advantage of being fast, simple, and RAPE possible. What’s more, if you try it and it doesn’t work, it won’t automatically prevent any other process from working, so we can always try something else.” Oh yeah, no harm done!
Harry nodded slowly. “All right, then. I'll do it, but I'll tell you this - if she blasts me across the room for it, I want you all to promise that you will let me heal normally, not through magical means."
Helen grinned at him. "I agree, Harry. Of course, none of us can make that decision for Hermione, so you'd have to convince her not to heal you after she's awake. And you know how likely that is." She walked over and pulled Harry into a hug. "We love you, Harry, and we know that this is being done to save her life. She'll forgive you. Hell, she may insist on more, since she'll insist that she missed the beginning, so she'll want a replay of the events that led to her pregnancy. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT Expect that you'll be spending a lot of time … ahem … 'strengthening the soul bond', if you catch my meaning." She whispered in his ear. "And given your skills with that particular activity, I can understand her feelings." WHY DOES THIS EXIST?
His eyes widened. "Must you remind me of that?" he asked, managing to blush with a pained look on his face.
"I can't help it, Harry," she said, putting her hands to her stomach. "I'm trapped in a terrible, horrible excuse for a fanfic. We'll always have a reminder of that night."
"I am so torn into pieces by hungry crocodiles about that, you know. There's the part of me that absolutely hates that I did that. I still feel as if I cheated on Hermione." He raised a hand to stop her. "I know, I know. The whole thing is totally implausible. But this is the emotional side talking, remember? It’s stupid that way. But then there's the fact that doing what I did means that you and Doug get the one thing you've wanted more than anything - to give Hermione a sibling. I'm torn as to how to react."
"Simple," Doug responded. "You DIE! make love to our daughter, waking her up and reconnecting the soul bond between the two of you. Hermione will give birth a month or so after Helen, and we all go on to be deliriously happy. As I said - simple."
"Well you help explain to her that …"
"Harry, what you are doing is not rape," Helen said forcefully. "Yes, it is. Hermione did not consent to it. It doesn't matter if she liked having sex with Harry before. She is not consenting to this particular sex act. Ergo: rape. It seems it because she's unconscious at the moment. If she doesn't become an extremely willing participant the moment she realizes what's happening, I'll teach a class in the nude." She crossed her arms under her breasts. "We know how likely I am to do that." Quite likely, given the way this fic has gone so far.
I cut the sex scene, because it is just that disturbing. Highlights include Harry telling himself that this isn't rape and Hermione must be actually consenting because her body is physically reacting. Sick, sick, sick.
And he felt her arms slide around him in return, and her hips thrust up against his, and he heard her cry out, “Avada Kedavra, Harry!”
Then he was kissing her again, frantically, in between mumbled endearments and repetitions of her name, and thank all the gods that ever were, she was kissing him back, and her hands were running up and down his back and she stabbed him in the kidneys wrapped her legs around him. “Hermione?” he groaned. “God, you’re awake - Hermione!” And it was quite a while before either of them was able to say anything more coherent than that.
Harry tells her everything that's happened. I hate this story so much. I had forgotten how terrible it was.
She surprised him by squeezing him tightly, both with her arms and the muscles still surrounding him. “Hmm, give birth at my age, or never get older? Tough choice, Harry.” She kissed him deeply, opening the link fully to let him feel her emotions, and he gasped as the warmth of her pee love washed over him. “I choose to live my life with my beloved husband, taking what comes our way. ‘For better or for worse’ is how that goes, isn’t it? If that means we have a son when I’m sixteen, then we have a son at sixteen. We’re married at sixteen anyway.” She kissed him again, and an impish look came to her face. “Harry, you’re still inside me, and I don’t remember the details of how you woke me up. Could I get an instant replay, do you think? Just so I know how it all happened, of course.”
“Oh, of course. Just so you remember.” He hugged her tightly, and she squeezed his cock again, getting him well on the way to being hard again.
“Hey, at least we don’t need to use contraceptives anymore,” she chuckled in his ear.HAHAHA THIS STORY IS SO FUNNY AND DEFINITELY DOES NOT MAKE ME WANT TO SET THINGS ON FIRE.
Chapter 20 ~ Table of Contents ~ Chapter 22
Chapter XXI
Harry reached the level of the hospital wing just in time to hear a bellowed, “Get me out of this horrible fic! Geroff her, yeh soddin’ pervert!” This was immediately followed with the sound of something impacting a wall - hard. Harry ran the rest of the distance to find Hagrid holding Draco Malfoy up against the wall, his feet kicking frantically a good two feet from the floor as he and Hagrid kissed passionately. The Slytherin’s pants and an open pocket knife were on the floor next to Hermione’s bed. The blanket was pulled down around her feet and her skirt was lifted, exposing the fact that Malfoy had sliced off her knickers. Pity he couldn't have slit her throat as well.
Harry spun to face the Slytherin prefect, unaware that fire was dancing "Gangnam Style" in his eyes. “Well, Malfoy, it looks like you didn’t go to the duel, or else you’d have learned that you just put your life in your hands. Do you remember why I duelled your Head of Household? Because I am a ridiculous God-mode Stu that the author is projecting his insecurities all over. For insulting her. Just for insulting her. What you’ve done is far worse than that. Twice now. Oh by the way, you’ll note that I came in here on a Segway under my own power. Snape should be in here …” As he spoke, Madame Pomfrey and the others appeared in the room via Portkey. They hurriedly levitated Snape’s blood-covered body into a bed, and while Madame Pomfrey began to work on healing the professor, the others turned to look at Hagrid, Harry, and Malfoy. “Ah, there he is now.” Harry looked smug and crossed his arms across his chest as Draco paled at the sight of the mangled canon Potions master.
Blah blah blah. Dumbledore kisses Harry's ass and gives him permission to duel Draco.
Harry hadn’t thought it possible for Draco to become any more OoC paler, but he was proven wrong. He decided to add to the discomfort of the Slytherin by simply adding, “I won’t duel him, Professor. He’d be too easy. Besides, I got Snape. I think that this one should be handled by her parents.”
Oh yeah. I had almost forgotten about Kinsfire having the Grangers suddenly become wizards. Ew.
As Dumbledore turned his attention to Hermione, Malfoy became, almost impossibly, even paler, and suddenly lost bladder control. Hey, Kinsfire! You should get together with Neil! He has a thing for people peeing themselves, too! The headmaster passed his wand over Hermione several times Bow chikka bow wow! and spent a few moments inspecting the resulting auras before looking to the Charms professor and asking, “Filius? Double-check my findings, will you?”
Flitwick walked over to Hermione and passed his wand across her several times, murmuring as he did, finally, he looked up at the headmaster and said, “Conceptigenus Puer, right?” At Dumbledore’s nod, Flitwick looked at Draco and said, “Well, Mister Malfoy, it seems as if you have earned space near your father. This spell proves not only attempted rape, but line theft. If that's what I think it is, this story just got even more STUPID. Why would Draco want to have children with Hermione? Oh right, because she's PERFECT. I wonder if you remember what the old penalties for that are?”
Malfoy apparently did. He fainted.
Hagrid grunted. “I guess I can let ‘im down now, eh? My arm’s gettin’ a bit tired.” He threw Malfoy carelessly onto a nearby bed, and Flitwick bound him there with magical cords. The resulting three-way was so disturbing that Harry killed himself, and everyone else lived happily ever after.
Harry chuckled and said, “Now you have to figure out what to do with him. Whether he simply goes to Azkaban, or the Grangers are set upon him, is up to the rest of you. I’m going to stay here at Hermione’s side until I simply can’t anymore, for whatever reason.”
Doug put his hand of Harry’s shoulder. “What do you want done with him, Harry?” he asked quietly. “She is your wife, and therefore your property.”
“And your daughter before that. I got first crack at her tormentor on staff. I defer to the people who brought this wonderful woman into the world as to his disposition,” he replied, poking a thumb at Malfoy. “If you want him dead, I will support it. If you merely want him in prison, I will support that as well. If you want him freed, well, then, I trust you, but I’d at least ask for your reasons.”
Apparently, Hogwarts has prison cells in the dungeons. Kinsfire needs to stop pulling details out of his ass.
Dobby reappeared quickly and said, “Dobby has prepared a room, sir. It is clean and dry, and even warm. Mister Malfoy will do well there.” His eyes sparkled. “May Dobby be permitted to care for Mister Draco sexually while he is down there?”
“I don’t see why not,” Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "But only if you let me watch the videos afterwards." With that, Dobby took possession of Draco and disappeared with him.
Cut for a recap of Chamber of Secrets.
“I’ll have to tell her that once we wake her up,” Harry said sadly. “Let her get used to having house elves around our property, once we find something.” He paused for a moment. “Sir? You mentioned a spell that was cast on her. What was it?”
“The spell is Conceptigenus Puer. It guarantees that the woman it is cast upon will be impregnated and give birth to a male child. Huh. I don't know why you would cast that spell on the woman, seeing as how it's the sperm that determines the sex of the child. It is usually used to ensure the birth of a first-born son, for those who care about successions and such. The Malfoys have had an extraordinary string of first-born sons for a number of generations, so I am not surprised he knew of it. I am afraid, my boy, that you and Hermione will be waiting for some time to consummate the marriage, given her preference to avoid a child until she has finished Hogwarts." Of course, I'm sure Harry's desire for sex will override her desire to wait for kids.
“I take it that it can’t be broken, and that it lasts until I make love to her next? Or until somebody has sex with her, anyway?” At the headmaster’s nod, he tilted his head in thought. “Sneaky little bastard, isn’t he?”
“What do you mean?” Helen asked.
“We swore that she wasn’t pregnant. So, he comes in here, casts that, and then rapes her. If he were smart enough to clean up after himself, he might even get away with it, if it weren't for those meddling kids!. The dates are close enough that it looks to the general public like we’re liars, or too stupid to count days. Also, when the child comes out with light brown or blond hair, possibly with the same grey eyes because children always look exactly like their father? It’s obvious that she was cheating on me, so it would be equally obvious that I’d have to dump her, and yet, since we’re married, the child is officially my heir. So he would be breaking up the marriage and forcing me to accept a Malfoy as an heir. This was his thought process, I’ll bet. That is the dumbest plan I have ever heard. And to what end? Of course, he doesn’t know that I know Hermione well enough to know that it would have to be rape to get her to open her legs for him. And any child she bore in her body I would love. It’s not the genes that makes the child bad, it’s the upbringing. But what’s this line theft thing? It must be bad, the way Draco reacted.”
“To the pureblood families, lineage is everything and the firstborn son inherits almost everything by primogeniture. The old laws reflect this,” said Dumbledore. “Line theft occurs when someone does exactly what you described, to deliberately ‘steal’ an inheritance by making sure the firstborn is misbegotten. Theft of a line was considered a crime against the whole family, and the Wizarding community at large, where rape was merely a crime against the woman and her husband. The penalties are correspondingly severe.” The elderly wizard laughed softly. “At the very least, Harry, Draco stands to forfeit one-quarter of the Malfoy fortune to you merely for the attempt. It would have been one-half, and eventual inheritance of the whole by the offspring, had he succeeded, as he would have been forced to accept the child as his heir as well. I cannot think that that was his intent.” Oh great, just what we need! For Harry to be even MORE rich!
Snip. Harry isn't allowed to sleep because he might fall into a coma like Hermione, and then they could never be soul-mates again! Oh, what a tragedy.
“So if it takes you a week, I’m supposed to remain awake for one hundred and sixty eight hours? What if it’s ten days? Two hundred forty hours without sleep? Your math skills are so impressive. Woah. Multiplication. That's pretty advanced. Might as well just kill me now!” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, professor. Stress, adrenalin, and worry. I understand your worries, but this feels like a normal tiredness to me, not the ‘I really need to heal but I’m too stupid to listen to my body’ type that I’m all too familiar with. I think it’s just fatigue.”
Doug Granger spoke up. “How about this? We put Harry in bed with Hermione - as much contact as possible can’t be bad in this situation - and Helen and I keep an eye on our children. We like watching them sleep. It's not at all creepy--Twilight said so! If it looks as if Harry is slipping into something other than a normal sleep, we Ennervate him and get the rest of you running here. Does that address your worries, Filius?”
Harry and Hermione have to be naked to help establish their soul bond. And Madam Pomfrey isn't allowed to finish fixing up Snape because Harry has a temper tantrum, and the world does revolve around him, after all.
Hermione’s bed was shifted to a small private room and another bed placed alongside. Dumbledore effortlessly transfigured the two beds into one double, and while Doug turned back the covers, Helen rapidly undressed her daughter. Harry stripped and climbed in under the blankets to hold Hermione in his arms as best he could. “Oh love, please come back to me. I love you too much to lose you now.” He felt tears building in his eyes, but he quashed them ruthlessly. DIE, TEEARS, DIE! He gently kissed her cheek and drifted off to sleep.
He was awakened an unguessable time later to the frantic but upbeat whisperings of Flitwick and Hermione’s parents. They were mocking his weiner. It was below the level of understanding, but loud enough to capture his attention. He groaned quietly and opened his eyes. "How long have I been out?"
"It's Friday morning, Harry," Doug said gently. "You slept clear through the rest of Thursday. It's about ten o’clock."
Harry dragged himself out of the bed long enough to attend to necessary functions. When he returned, he looked at Hermione, still lying still on the bed. "I finally understand that phrase, and just how disturbing it is." He kissed her cheek and looked at the others before explaining. "Still as the grave."
Flitwick nodded sagely, and then looked hopefully at Harry. "Harry, I may have found a solution, but it's likely to be a bit distasteful for you."
Harry's looked was guarded. "What is this distasteful solution?" Let me guess: it involves boning.
"You know about fairy tales, correct? And how the versions that most people know these days have been made much gentler than the originals?"
Harry looked at his teacher. A part of him wanted to be just like fifth year and rail and rant over not being told immediately, but the part of him that was rapidly becoming an adult told him that Flitwick was uncertain about his reaction, which was why he was approaching it that way. "Which fairy tale, sir?"
"Sleeping Beauty," the teacher replied with a wince. “It was something you said about Severus that gave me the idea, as a matter of fact.” Oh gross. He's going to have sex with Hermione while she's in a coma. Huh, that sounds like rape to me.
Harry unfocused and began to think, speaking as he did. "Sixteen year old girl; deep sleep; prince kisses her awake. But that's the clean version. Hmm, sixteen year old girl, deep sleep; what in hell did the prince do to her?" He scowled, realizing that he'd never heard of the original version's outcome. You were so deprived, Harry! Poor you!
Helen spoke quietly. "The prince was something of a rapist. He finds a sleeping girl and decides to have a little fun. She gives birth nine months later. One of her babies sucks out the splinter that left her asleep and she wakes up."
Flitwick picked up. "The old tales often have cores of truth, especially where magic is concerned. In the old days, there was not such a separation between our world and the Muggle world, and many Muggle stories contain magical concepts. This sounds like an extremely corrupted version of one of the methods of repairing a damaged soul bonding. HOW CONVENIENT. Harry, the likelihood of your bond being repaired was roughly twenty-five percent before Malfoy entered the picture. The magic he cast upon her is likely, if nothing else, to have raised the likelihood of your repairing the bond to fifty percent or perhaps more. The magic behind Conceptigenus Puer prefers to keep the baby safe." He shuddered. "We should all give thanks to Hagrid for stopping Mister Malfoy from completing his plans. The possibility is there that she could have reforged a soul bonding, but with him."
"She'd have … oh boy, I'm glad it didn't happen, not only because it means she can still bond with me, but because she'd likely have killed herself rather than remain telepathically linked to him."
“Yes, well, there is that.” Flitwick consulted a scroll of complex Arithmantic equations which meant absolutely nothing to Harry - yet - but he was quite interested in looking at them later, after Hermione was back. Yup, that sounds just like Harry! “Actually, with your increased magical strength, the chance of re-establishing the bond is even greater, but I couldn’t say how much greater. I don’t even know why your strength is so great at the moment. Although it should have dropped when the bond was severed, it seems to have increased. But we don’t even know why it increased after the ritual for Doug and Helen, so I can’t even guess at it now. We can just be thankful that it is so.” I have yet to hear a more blatant "BECAUSE I SAID SO" from an author.
It suddenly struck Harry what was required. "So I effectively have to rape and impregnate my own wife in hopes of reforging the bond between our souls, if I'm understanding you properly."
"Is it really rape, son?" Helen asked. "From those squeals we heard during the summer, I think it's fairly obvious that she enjoyed your ministrations." SO?! Also: CREEPY.
"That may be the case, but she has absolutely no say in it this time. I decide to do this to her, and she gets to wake up and find out that she's carrying my son. I'm glad I relinquished my claim on that son of a bitch, because I'd kill him very, very slowly for putting her through this."
Doug put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, look at it this way. Do you think Hermione would rather wake up to find herself being made love to by her husband, or having Draco Malfoy atop her? You needn't answer that, by the way - we all know the answer." HOW ABOUT NEITHER?
"Still, it feels like rape to me. She doesn't get a say in the matter until after it's too late. Are you sure there’s no other way?” Sorry, this is the only way you can fulfill your non-con fantasies and still be a "good guy."
Flitwick rolled up his scroll again and sighed. “There may be, but I don’t know how long it will take to find it, or whether or not it will be possible with her comatose. Most of the other ways of establishing a soul bond or healing a damaged one are rather complex. This one has the advantage of being fast, simple, and RAPE possible. What’s more, if you try it and it doesn’t work, it won’t automatically prevent any other process from working, so we can always try something else.” Oh yeah, no harm done!
Harry nodded slowly. “All right, then. I'll do it, but I'll tell you this - if she blasts me across the room for it, I want you all to promise that you will let me heal normally, not through magical means."
Helen grinned at him. "I agree, Harry. Of course, none of us can make that decision for Hermione, so you'd have to convince her not to heal you after she's awake. And you know how likely that is." She walked over and pulled Harry into a hug. "We love you, Harry, and we know that this is being done to save her life. She'll forgive you. Hell, she may insist on more, since she'll insist that she missed the beginning, so she'll want a replay of the events that led to her pregnancy. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT Expect that you'll be spending a lot of time … ahem … 'strengthening the soul bond', if you catch my meaning." She whispered in his ear. "And given your skills with that particular activity, I can understand her feelings." WHY DOES THIS EXIST?
His eyes widened. "Must you remind me of that?" he asked, managing to blush with a pained look on his face.
"I can't help it, Harry," she said, putting her hands to her stomach. "I'm trapped in a terrible, horrible excuse for a fanfic. We'll always have a reminder of that night."
"I am so torn into pieces by hungry crocodiles about that, you know. There's the part of me that absolutely hates that I did that. I still feel as if I cheated on Hermione." He raised a hand to stop her. "I know, I know. The whole thing is totally implausible. But this is the emotional side talking, remember? It’s stupid that way. But then there's the fact that doing what I did means that you and Doug get the one thing you've wanted more than anything - to give Hermione a sibling. I'm torn as to how to react."
"Simple," Doug responded. "You DIE! make love to our daughter, waking her up and reconnecting the soul bond between the two of you. Hermione will give birth a month or so after Helen, and we all go on to be deliriously happy. As I said - simple."
"Well you help explain to her that …"
"Harry, what you are doing is not rape," Helen said forcefully. "Yes, it is. Hermione did not consent to it. It doesn't matter if she liked having sex with Harry before. She is not consenting to this particular sex act. Ergo: rape. It seems it because she's unconscious at the moment. If she doesn't become an extremely willing participant the moment she realizes what's happening, I'll teach a class in the nude." She crossed her arms under her breasts. "We know how likely I am to do that." Quite likely, given the way this fic has gone so far.
I cut the sex scene, because it is just that disturbing. Highlights include Harry telling himself that this isn't rape and Hermione must be actually consenting because her body is physically reacting. Sick, sick, sick.
And he felt her arms slide around him in return, and her hips thrust up against his, and he heard her cry out, “Avada Kedavra, Harry!”
Then he was kissing her again, frantically, in between mumbled endearments and repetitions of her name, and thank all the gods that ever were, she was kissing him back, and her hands were running up and down his back and she stabbed him in the kidneys wrapped her legs around him. “Hermione?” he groaned. “God, you’re awake - Hermione!” And it was quite a while before either of them was able to say anything more coherent than that.
Harry tells her everything that's happened. I hate this story so much. I had forgotten how terrible it was.
She surprised him by squeezing him tightly, both with her arms and the muscles still surrounding him. “Hmm, give birth at my age, or never get older? Tough choice, Harry.” She kissed him deeply, opening the link fully to let him feel her emotions, and he gasped as the warmth of her pee love washed over him. “I choose to live my life with my beloved husband, taking what comes our way. ‘For better or for worse’ is how that goes, isn’t it? If that means we have a son when I’m sixteen, then we have a son at sixteen. We’re married at sixteen anyway.” She kissed him again, and an impish look came to her face. “Harry, you’re still inside me, and I don’t remember the details of how you woke me up. Could I get an instant replay, do you think? Just so I know how it all happened, of course.”
“Oh, of course. Just so you remember.” He hugged her tightly, and she squeezed his cock again, getting him well on the way to being hard again.
“Hey, at least we don’t need to use contraceptives anymore,” she chuckled in his ear.HAHAHA THIS STORY IS SO FUNNY AND DEFINITELY DOES NOT MAKE ME WANT TO SET THINGS ON FIRE.
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