The Dark Lord Harry Potter

Hermione Granger eagerly grabbed the offered letter from the brown owl that was perched at her window when she returned from a, once again, silent dinner with her parents. Truth be told this was the only thing she looked forward to anymore.

Homework, casual reading, and time with her family, the most important activities in her life, all seemed unimportant compared to simply reading these letters. It had become more than an obsession, it was her everything and thankfully the letters had continued arriving on standard intervals. Every Friday, without fail, there had been a brown owl sitting at her window, letter in claw.

After hastily retrieving some water and treats for the creature Hermione locked her door and sat down to begin her reading. This one had, like the previous, continued the escalation from what appeared to be a casual friendship to something more… intimate. Phrases such as 'waking up next to you' and 'warmth of your skin' had been replaced with 'your most intimate embrace' and 'taste of your skin'.

Then there was the ever growing, yet still subtle, implication of ownership. At first a corner of her mind had been more than a little hesitant to continue reading with the thought that whoever this person was had practically declared her to 'be his'. But after another week of having literally no one she found a strange comfort in it.

Someone wanted her. Wanted to speak and take care of her, wanted to spend time with her, wanted her to be his . It was something that only occurred in the cheesiest of romance novels… which made the very idea of it happening now send warm tingles down through her body.

She did not know what this upcoming school year would bring, but she was determined to continue her relationship with the mysterious individual.

...

"Are you ignoring me… again?"

Hedwig made what sounded like a hoot mixed with a 'humph' before turning her head in the opposite direction.

"And what do I have to apologize for now?" Luckily this time the girl had learned her lesson, and morphed back before pointing towards the plain brown owl sitting in a nearby cage.

"That… thing ."

"What about him?"

"You replaced me." she accused with a snarl.

"I did no such thing, he is only here to deliver messages to Hermione."

"That is my job."

"Odd, I do so recall you complaining the last time I mentioned doing it."

"That is because…" well she couldn't really think of a good reason that didn't sound suspiciously like whining at the moment, but she was sure that one existed.

"Because you don't like anyone else having my attention?"

"No! Just… female attention…"

"Would you prefer if I became interested in men then? Draco does seem to stare at me a bit more than what would be considered 'normal' for someone his age, and I am sure that Blaise would…"

"Of course not!"

" Then what is the problem ?"

"I DO NOT LIKE BEING REPLACED!" The second that the words left her mouth Hedwig found herself pushed against the wall, a pair of lips covering her own while two hands slid from her sides down her legs. She fought… for all of two seconds before giving in and wrapping her arms around the boy's neck in return, deepening the kiss before lifting one leg up and wrapping it around his waist.

After what felt like days he slowly broke the stranglehold he had on her mouth before whispering softly to her, "You will never be replaced, I am using the other owl because it means you are able to be with me instead of delivering mail."

A moment after processing the answer the pale girl released her grip, before pushing her 'boy' back onto the bed and moving forward to straddle him, clearly she needed to apologize for her actions… and she knew just how to do it.

...

"W-wotcher H-Harry, Mr. Weasley"

The man grinned at the Metamorphmagus, before greeting her in kind. "Sorry to make this short and sweet Miss Tonks, but we sort of have a vacation to run off to."

The woman nodded, her face turning a bit red as she tried to keep her eyes focused on the older man.

"Everything okay Tonks?" The woman nodded slightly, to confirm the older man's peace of mind, and take the suspicion away from her. "Alright… well take care of yourself Harry we will see you at the start of the school year I am sure."

"Of course sir, give your best to your eldest sons for me."

With a nod the man departed with a soft snap.

"W-Well Harry, looks like it is just y-you and me for the next week or so."

The boy nodded as he entered the apartment.

"I know it isn't as spacious as the Burrow but it should be enough for us. There is a secondary bedroom if you want to use it."

What the hell was she doing? Tonks had promised herself that there would be no flirting, that everything would be done as an Auror up until the date planned for that night, and then it would be strictly 'get to know each other'. Just a friendly chat while she did away with any lingering feelings or misguided emotions.

Then she could continue on with her, fairly normal and perfectly legal, life.

That is until he had walked into her life again, and her heart started beating faster than a teenage boy in a girl's locker room, and stuttering like a first year student talking to the Headmaster. It was only through sheer luck that she had managed to bullshit her way through the initial conversation. Now she was practically hinting that he could sleep in her room.

"That will be fine, I had a rather small room at the orphanage so space should be no problem."

The woman's jaw practically dropped, there was no bloody way in hell he didn't know she was flirting… right? But his answer had been perfectly neutral, no sign of teasing, no hint of flirtation or interest… her heart clenched painfully for an unknown reason while she simply nodded in response.

...

A soft knock brought Harry from whatever inner thoughts he was having as he looked at the Auror standing in the doorway, in a rather beautiful and tight, black dress.

"Hey uh Harry?"

"Hm?"

"I uh… was just thinking…"

"Oh, you must have a date tonight, well don't feel you need to hold back for me, go out and enjoy yourself."

The woman blinked once, then twice, before resisting the urge to scream in frustration. "Actually I was just going to say I hadn't really planned anything for dinner tonight so I was wondering if…"

"If?"

"If uhm… you know…" Merlin what the hell was wrong with her? It felt like the roles were reversed, like she was the teenager approaching the older, confident adult. "If maybe you would like to go out with me… to get food I mean!"

"That sounds rather nice, I will find something appropriate to wear."

The woman nodded, before rushing off to the bathroom. Why she suddenly felt the need to put on makeup she couldn't quite fathom.

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