Chapter 14
They were in the forest again and they would stop to rest every once in a while, now that Merope put the idea of naps, and Regulus the idea of muscles, she started feeling more human, with human needs
Ugh, they ruined her metaphysic perception for her. The bastards!
Regulus never let go of her hand and was very touchy feely, she wasn’t complaining and wouldn’t stop him. She could see in his eyes the novelty of physical contact and loving, caring touch. If she indeed came back she would use her new Black family power to blast Walburga from every record and memory.
A new road appeared in front of them. A yellow.brick. road.
“DON’T” said Ariana before Hermione started signing
Regulus chuckled under his breath at the sight of Hermione’s outraged face and pulled her with him to follow the road at the end of it, a familiar sight, The Burrow.
Hermione inhaled and took on a run “Fred?! Fred?! Are you here?”
“Hermione?”
She entered the burrow and stopped short, it was the same but not, same furniture and decor but all the walls were replaced by mirrors.
Through their reflection she could see Fred sitting in the armchair in front of her with the back to the door. He looked gaunt, sad, and he was looking at himself in the mirror not at her.
“Hermione, shite, are you dead, no, you shouldn't be dead, what happened?” Fred said in the same breath, he started ranting in desperation “I’ve been waiting an eternity to receive any visitors, I’m glad no one seemed to follow me but … you.. I was expecting aunt Muriel before anyone else, how old are you now? How much time has passed?” His eyes were shiny and his voice raw from disuse “who are they?”
“Fred please calm down, I’ll explain, everything is ‘alright’. Guys, Can you wait in the kitchen please?” she asked the others showing them the way “maybe you can make tea or find some biscuits”
Regulus didn’t look like he wanted to separate from her, like it was painful
“I’ll be near, if you need me” he said, and hesitated before brushing his lips with hers, a spark of electricity ran through her body and made her curls stand on end, he didn’t look surprised with her reaction he smiled bashfully and went to the kitchen
“... how do you spell Arcturus?” the door closed and she made her way to the sofa
“Who’s tall, dark and handsome?”
“You don’t recognize him from his portrait in Grimmauld?”
“A Black then? I..” he cleared his throat “I… cannot stop looking at myself in the mirror, I literally can’t, I only perceive a bit of what is around me. Hermione what happened? you don’t sound old. How long has it been?
“He is Regulus Black, Sirius’s brother…”
“The death eater?”
“The deflected death eater, yes. And it has been three years”
“So young, Hermione, what happened?”
She told him everything, Kingsley, Narcisa, Malfoy, The ritual and the Veil
“I can't believe you still have to live like this, I hope the rebellion worked out. This explains one thing at least, if you are not quite dead as you put it, that explains why I cannot talk to you without separating from the mirror”
“You’ve been sitting here from the beginning?”
“No, I can move around the house, everywhere with a mirror really. I think the idea is to torture me, expecting my reflection to complete my phrases but it only echoing them…
…George and I are, were, Magical twins, did you know? We are soulmates in a way, and in normal circumstances we were supposed to die at the same time. It used to upset me, feeling as a half of a whole for so long, I prayed to Merlin to give us at least something to differentiate us, when he got his ear cursed off I blamed myself and my prayers… little did I know.”
He choked a little with his words
“Now my eternity is to stare to an exact replica of myself, missing how George was different”
“I’m so sorry this has been like this, Fred” she tried to console him “I think that I can help you. The ritual said something about trials. I think I’m here to release you from this if you allow me. I don’t know what could happen after though, Regulus has been following me, it feels wrong to be apart from him and I'm sure he feels it too, so you should know that may happen with us too. It’s your choice.”
“Hermione, I haven't been this happy in an eternity and that is only from hearing your voice, imagine how happy it would make me to see something other than my ugly mug. I accept any help you could give me”
She hugged Fred. “I’ve missed you like mad” she felt choked up “I’ve visited the monument in your name every time I felt lost. I don’t know why it felt like I lost the opportunity of being close to you. I never felt that way with George”
Fred inhaled her scent, closing his eyes for as long as the magic allowed him.
“It’s getting dark” Ariana said from the kitchen door, not caring for interrupting the intimate moment.
Hermione looked out of the window and indeed it was night out, she didn’t understand. It felt like it’s been four days without the sun moving.
“None of us should leave after dark, we’ll stay here,” Ariana said watching Merope make her way to the front door and leave the house. Hermione sent her a questioning look
“You heard what I said”
Fred stood up and went upstairs, eyes never leaving the mirrors “Follow me. You can use any room you want, please make yourselves comfortable…”
Ariana didn’t let him finish closing the door of the master bedroom behind her.
Fred grinned amused “...I can't sleep much because the magic doesn’t let me close my eyes for long periods of time. I’ll be on the couch if you need me” he went downstairs.
Hermione made her way to Bill and Fleur’s room, being the second biggest in the house now that Charlie and Percy didn’t stay the night much, Regulus followed her and stayed in the threshold.
“Hermione, can we talk for a minute?”
Oh oh
“Sure, what’s wrong?”
He entered the room and closed the door behind him, she sat on the bed and he made his way to the chair of the desk
“Nothing is wrong, per se…” He coughed “I know you felt it too, and that you also feel the pull between us, I just don’t know if you understand it”
“I did feel it” She confused, looking conflicted “I think my coping mechanism with the idea of being death and the possibility of not going back has been denial” she worded the last as if asking him “I don’t know how to feel about what happened to me, I feel this great responsibility towards you and now towards Fred, because I don’t know if what I’m doing is the right thing for you guys and not only a selfish way to save my not quite life…
…The whole research about the ritual was very confusing too and I cannot help but feeling that when I decided to create the bonds, and take the family tokens, I took your choice away and now you're tied to me ”
“Hermione Lovely” he cooed, " I didn’t come here to complain of the situation or doubt your actions, you are following your gut and I'm grateful for all of the circumstances that brought us here. So if you think you’re selfish then I’m worse because I’m happy you crossed the Veil. I don’t think I ever felt this elated, dead or alive…
... what I wanted to explain is that, yes, you created a bond with my family, that bond guided you to me and I feel the pull too. The bond could have been of sibling, marriage or soul bond, and it doesn’t feel like the first two. What I’m trying to say is I don’t want to risk losing this feeling so, I don't want to stay away either”
A soul bond
“Do you think I have a soulbond with Fred too?”
“That is for him and you to find out”
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“Oh I’m furious, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you…” he said grinning “...Maybe if you gave me a kiss…”
Smooth Mr Black. He was once again seeing her with hungry eyes, licking his bottom lip.
“Come here” she answered sultry
He stood and walked towards her with the grace of a feline. Standing between her legs he bent over her holding the back of her head with one hand, the other behind her holding their weight.
He kissed her softly, experimentally, took his time discovering her reactions if he kissed her top or bottom lip, if she moaned when he nipped her lips, and how her body reacted if his hold on her head was stronger or softer, she let him learn her and when it felt like the right time she caressed his lips with her tongue begging for entrance, he pulled away, eyes wide and smile wondrous, as if tasting sugar for the first time. He pounced on her after that, his tongue following her lead, while her body followed his. He held her back placing her on top of the covers in the middle of the bed, him between her tights, when he rocked and pressed his hard shaft to her warm center they both groaned.
He sat up on his heels and took off his Quidditch Jersey, he then helped her take off her top kissing and nipping her collarbones leading to the top of her breasts. She felt on fire, he didn’t have the experience but the desire he felt for her was drowning her. He sat up once again and with his wand…
“I died holding it” he explained when she looked up at it in surprise.
…he vanished the rest of their clothes and they apparated in a neat pile over the desk. He stared at her fascinated, his eyes were dark, not an inch of grey in them. Where he looked his hands followed, he caressed her calves, and circled her kneecaps with his thumbs, he continued his path to her thighs, grabbing and stroking her skin, as if she was clay and him a sculptor. He teased her, his fingertips skimming her inner thighs and her nether lips that were already glistening. He separated them and studied her core, adding pressure to her clit, with a smile like the cat who got the cream, he said “I feel blessed” and continued his study of her body.
He rubbed a possessive hand over her ribs and in between her breasts, the back of his fingers skimmed the sensible skin of her under breast and played with her nipples, circling them.
Connecting his eyes with hers he bent down and started licking her throat, and then down her body.
HE felt blessed? Hermione couldn't believe what she was looking at, Regulus was lean, the build of a seeker but looked bigger without clothes on. He was carved in marble to the point she felt insecure, not even Michelangelo's work depicted so many muscles in the human body. Playing Quidditch non stop for twenty two years would do that to a man she guessed. And his cock was perfect, proportionate and pretty pink on the head already leaking.
“Hermione, Lovely, I want you so much, your smell is intoxicating, the taste of your skin..” His tongue did a long, broad stroke over her nipple, he groaned as she mewled. His thoughts interrupted with the pleasure he was extracting from her, he licked and suckled and bit until she felt raw, then he licked the other, giving it the same treatment.
“... but I don't want to rush things” he completed nipping at her jaw and laying next to her on his side,he took her hand in his, reminiscent of when they caught the snitch, and guided her movements towards her center.
“Teach me, show me how you like to be touched” he rumbled.
She was shaking from her desire, he had teased her for about twenty minutes already and the coolness that met her when he moved from the spot on top of her made her skin break in goose bumps. She was grateful he decided to take things slow, she wouldn't have stopped, and with the conversation they had about her feelings and her denial, she feared she wouldn’t have been completely present in that important moment.
She opened her legs, draping her left one over him, guided their hands to her clit where she started to massage in slow hard circles, she was so wet, her juices were enough for her hand and his, he was fascinated, looking at their hands, apparently not noticing his soft humping against her hip. She then moved to her entrance and played there a little too. When he moved both of their hands to his mouth, sucking, he closed his eyes and savored her slick, groaning. He opened his eyes and without looking away from her spat in her hand and poised it on her clit.
Morgana’s cunt that was hot
His lips now wet from her, his face flushed, his eyes half lidded and his breath shallow followed every one of her movements and her reaction. She inserted one, then two fingers inside her and used the heel of her hand to massage her clit, his hands following and learning, his eyes on her, and blowing cool air softly on her nipples, she started mewling and whining.
She kept fingering herself with him as a witness, and he started to get more involved, humping harder into her leg now growling and biting her throat, getting his fingers in with hers. She felt full but it was uncomfortable now that she was building up closer to her orgasm.
“Oh fuck…” he groaned “let me put my fingers in you Lovely, let me try to make you come”
She relented, one of his large hands on her clit hard and fast, the other hand with two thick fingers deep inside her cunt, intense look in his eyes watching every twitch of her body and face, with a little more of guidance
“harder”
“fuck,Lovely”
“deeper”
“There Hermione? like that?”
“yes, Regulus, yes”
“Louder, Lovely, yell louder”
She came with a flood and a high pitched cry.
He slowed down and in his heat he also looked pleased as punch.
“If after you leave I have to stay here, I pray Merlin for this moment to be the one I repeat over and over again”
“I already melted Regulus..” she sighed “no need of your clever mouth”
“I haven’t tried to impress you with my clever mouth yet” he said grinning and wiggling his eyebrows.
She turned, pushing his left shoulder, making his back meet the bed and gripped his cock,
he choked
“ That sounded quite clever” she teased.
She wasted her words on him, he was no longer there, if there was a land between the Veil and paradise that’s where they’ll find him. She was stroking him with a strong grip, up and down his shaft, if he felt like this just from that, how would it feel inside of her, the feeling of her warm velvety walls on his fingers and her meticulous hand job took him to orgasm in an embarrassing short time. He roared to the ceiling with his climax and when he gathered his surroundings again brought her body over him. He needed to feel her, smell her, he didn’t care about the mess between their bellies, he wasn’t insecure about coming too fast, it was his first experience and he had made her come, that was better than an Order of Merlin if he said so himself.
He felt her smiling on his chest and he felt pleased, peaceful. Without jostling her too much he found his wand, cleaned them with a scourgify and spelled the blankets over them
“Is it presumptuous if I invite myself to stay the night?” he whispered into the night.
“Please don’t leave, It’s the first time I sleep since dying”
“Me too” “ knox”