Title: Of Love and NormalcyPairing: R/Hr
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, Blood play, Minor Character death (Well, not in the book but in the story they are minor… I guess. Whatever.) AU
Disclaimer: There are not mine... and I’m certainly not making any money.
It is strange how much we’ve changed.
In less than a year we’ve all become so much older, so much wiser… so much more fucked up.
I guess all our changes are understandable; at least they are to me. Things happen to you when you become a hero or a murderer; it really depends on who you ask or rather, who you are. If you ask Harry, death isn’t deserved by anyone.
Well, I guess he would have told you. Seeing as he’s right dead by now.
We thought we were so clever going into it, at least Hermione and I did, and we were so sure we had covered all our bases and Harry’s too. Because by the end, Harry didn’t do much thinking anyway or sleeping; Harry just hunted Horcruxes and missed Ginny. It was hard, like nothing any of us had done before, ‘cept maybe Harry. It was hard to keep going and fighting but the hardest part of all really, for me at least, was not being normal.
I’ve been normal all my life. Had to be really, it was hard to stand out with five brothers but when you’re around Harry, you can’t be normal. Because nothing about Harry was normal after he left Ginny. Not a bloody thing. I mean, he was pretty much all kinds of awful and Hermione and I just slumped through it all. We thought that in the end they would be together and we could finally be together without feeling guilty.
That’s what was so hard. It wasn’t a secret that Hermione and I were together; we didn’t keep it from Harry. One thing led to another at the wedding and bam! There we were, snogging the life out of each other in my mum’s broom cupboard. But dirty things in secret were about all we got. No holding hands, or long caresses or anything of that shit happened between us. Every time Hermione and I tried to be normal, Harry would get this far away look in his eyes and he’d stomp off to be ‘alone’. Hermione reckon’d he would go off to let out some anger, but I caught him crying once; all alone on this huge rock in the middle of bleeding nowhere. Harry was just sittin’ there, hands all in his hair, wailing. I imagine he was half way mental by then but then again, we all were.
But we had planned, even if Harry didn’t, for the final battle at Godric’s Hollow. Hermione, Lupin, Harry and I were all going to join magic, so when Harry cast the final spell the magic wouldn’t kill him; it would only invoke so much love to kill Tom. But sharing magic is dirty business and it would take all of us to control it, if one of us wasn’t there… something was sure to go wrong. But ya tend to loose track of everything when you’re fighting for you life and the future of the whole world and we didn’t make it to Harry in time. At least, none of us who were supposed to.
The scream came first, then a blinding white light before it went insanely silent and we all ran through the trees to the clearing near the house ruins. I’d never seen so much blood in my life, just pooled in a huge circle around Harry and Ginny. Their arms were tangled and buckled in odd directions, almost as if they had become one person. All that was left of Tom was a small pile of ashes.
Ginny and Harry had shared magic, and nobody thought just two would be enough. But I guess we all underestimated how much longing can do to the heart, but that didn’t stop them from dying. Or all the blood to spill out from every possible orifice, blood seemed to ooze out of their skin, like broken hickeys. And really, anyone normal would have turned away or done something other than what we did.
But all Hermione and I could do was sit in it.
We sat in their blood for what seemed like hours, until people stopped trying to help us, until everybody backed off and did something productive so we could be alone. But we didn’t know what to do; our life for a whole year was gone. Our sole quest had not been hunting pieces of Voldemort’s soul, which was Harry’s, we were keeping Harry alive.
We had failed.
Normal kids would have cried or yelled. But we comforted each other in the only way we knew how, because we had stopped being kids so long ago that by that time we couldn’t remember how to cry. And we couldn’t be normal, not without Harry, he was supposed to be normal with us… because of us, because we had won. So we did something we’d never done before, we screwed each other’s brains out. Right there amidst their blood and their bodies.
It was a whirlwind of clothes and blood; I’d never kissed Hermione quite like that. It was desperate and bitter, it was all teeth and screams because honestly, it felt like the only thing keeping us alive.
I remember ripping off her robes, her teeth digging into my shoulder. It was the first time Hermione had ever made me bleed, but I didn’t feel anything. Neither of us did. We ripped, sucked and bit until we were both naked and panting. I lost control, seeing Hermione there, who should have been romanced and worshiped, lying on the drying blood with her hair drenched with sweat and blood.
I drove my cock so hard into her spread legs that I thought she might split into two, but she didn’t scream. No, she just scrapped her nails down my back and thrust against me. And I pounded her into the ground, the sound of our bodies slapping together and the way the cuts on her chest seemed to throb with every thrust drove me so close to the edge. I shoved my hands between us, rubbing her clit so hard any normal girl would of screamed but Hermione just came. She came so hard; her mouth hanging open in a scream I knew she wanted to let out but it wouldn’t come. I wanted to scream too, when I pulled my hand up it was covered in blood.
When I looked between our legs, blood seemed to push out when I pushed in. Hermione’s blood that I had created, I came so hard I blacked out and took Hermione with me.
That or we lost too much blood.
And that’s how it started. Hermione and I could never go back to being normal. We had lost everything that day but each other and after that, we couldn’t keep from reminding ourselves we were still alive. So that’s why I am sitting on our bed, fisting my cock as my beautifully alive Hermione cuts the skin over her heart with the tip of the wand, her head thrown back in ecstasy and lets the blood spill down her tits and onto my cock.
I can tell I’m close to blacking out because of the cut on the back of my neck. Earlier, I let Hermione strap on a dildo and fuck me on my hands and knees, she let loose on the back of my neck when the dildo vibrated at just the right thrust and let both her and I fumble into climax. My ass will be bleeding for days. I think she only likes it because it lasts long after our shag, knowing I’m bleeding for her.
I can’t help but wrap my other hand around my balls and tug a bit because she’s incredibly hot with her hand between her legs as she watches me wank with her blood soaking my cock. Just like when we had sex for the first time.
But before I can even register what’s going on, Hermione’s on her knees. I’m not sure if it’s because she fell; the cut on her chest is pretty deep, I’m sure it’ll need a charm or two or if she knelt on purpose but there she was with her head between my legs, pushing my hands away. Her pink tongue darks out quickly and she swipes the top of my cock with it, taking a bit of blood with her. And I try to think of un-comeable things, like McGonagall in tartan screwing Dobby because it’s so fucking amazing seeing her suck me off like that, blood smearing all over her face as she takes all of me into her mouth.
I can feel her tongue making insane patterns all down my cock as her head bobs and I know, I know she’s thrusting down on her fingers as she is only using one hand to twist my balls, almost painfully before giving me one hard suck and standing up and repositioning us. Her cunt is crushed against my face and she looks back at me from somewhere in the middle of my body, her hair everywhere and dried blood all over her face.
“Fuck me with you mouth.”
I can hardly breathe, from what she said or the way her cunt and ass are suffocating me, I can’t tell but I don’t give a flying fuck because her mouth is on my cock again and it feels like heaven.
I bite and nip at her lips and she just grinds onto my face. She’s so close, her juice already leaking out of her. I wiggle a bit to reposition my hands, but it’s so hard to concentrate when she’s humming around my prick like that and all I can do is thrust up into her mouth as I shove my entire fist up her cunt. I feel her teeth graze my cock and I thrust up into her hard, letting my other hand slip three fingers into her ass. Hermione has almost ceased movement on my cock because I can hear her moaning. I grin, because I’m just about to win. Just as I clamp my lips around her clit and suck as hard as I can, I thrust inside her mouth. She’s coming so hard against my mouth, her juices are spilling all over my face and she would be screaming if she weren’t choking on my cock.
And it’s the most beautiful sound, and I come too; thrusting up into her mouth as I shoot my load, spurting several times before relaxing. Several minutes later I pop my fingers and hand out of her and she sighs before turning around and cuddling up next to me.
“We’re so screwed up.” Hermione says, as she snuggles into my neck.
“Yeah. But we’re alive.”
“Yes, we are… they’re not.” I don’t have to think about it, I know who she’s talking about. I pick up her wand and wave it a couple of times, doing minor cleaning and healing charms so we don’t bleed to death in our sleep.
“I love you, Hermione.”
“I love you too, Ron.”
And then we both black out.
