Second Chance Chapter 5

Harry got the warden’s room. He didn’t want it. After living wherever he could, often sleeping outdoors or in hastily charmed magical tents, he was somewhat uncomfortable when given too much space. But no one would take the room from him. When he tried to give it to Hermione she laughed and patted his shoulder, then took the room next door.

He was happy to see her laugh. Hermione’s mood had been bleak after seeing what happened to Pansy… and hearing what Pansy had done to another girl from Hogwarts. Harry hoped that Hermione’s withdrawnness was mostly a result of the long day catching up to her, but he knew that the  execution she witnessed was probably the largest factor.

‘Should I have been gentler?’ Harry wondered.

He could have gotten rid of Pansy in a less obvious way. But now, he quickly decided. Hiding what he had done wasn’t the right choice. He wanted to be open with Hermione about who he was and what he was like. If he hid his true self from her, he wouldn’t have anyone he could be honest with.

Plus, Voldemort was alive. The ministry was bound to retaliate over the loss of Azkaban. He would need to cause more harm than what he did to Pansy. When the time came, Hermione would have to see that. Sheltering her now might make her go into shock when things heated up.

Harry had been drifting in and out of fitful rests for about an hour when the door was pushed open. Old reflexes instantly woke him up, preparing him for an ambush.

Harry sat up as fast as his weakened body could. He aimed the wand he’d been using at the figure who entered. Sleeping armed was another trait that had been beaten into Harry’s routine.

“Harry? You’re awake?” Hermione said.

Harry relaxed. “I’m up, Hermione. Did you need something?”

“I wanted to talk,” Hermione said.

Even though he had executed dementors and a girl his own age, those words made Harry’s heart beat harder the way nothing else so far had.

“Sure,” Harry said. “Sit down.”

Hermione came to the edge of the bed. They obviously didn’t want to stay in prisoner rags, so Hermione had changed into the spare robes of one of the aurors stationed on the island. The robes were too big on her. The looseness made the collar low cut, showing the beginning of her cleavage.

“Harry, how can you do all these things?” Hermione asked.

It was a question he had known would come. Harry already put thought into how he would answer. 

“Hermione, I had a vision,” Harry said.

“A vision?” Hermione said in disbelief.

Harry hesitated. It was a calculated pause to mimic confusion.

“I don’t know what the best thing to call it would be,” Harry said. “I experienced it like a dream, but it felt too real. I was still me, but I was in a different world, outside of Azkaban, fighting a war. My whole life was about defeating Voldemort and saving the world. I succeeded in doing the first one. The second one… By the time I beat him, there was nothing left.”

“And you think this was what, a prophecy?” Hermione asked.

“No, definitely not a prophecy,” Harry said. “It was more like a different dimension. It probably wasn’t real, but it FEELS real to me. When I came back to myself in the cell, I could do all kinds of things that I never could before.”

“I see. So that’s how you can do things like what you did today,” Hermione said.

“I don’t know how it works, but that’s right,” Harry said. “I suddenly knew how to kill dementors and cast wandless magic.”

Hermione was quiet for a few seconds. “Those aren’t the things I was talking about.”

Harry winced.

“You meant Pansy,” Harry said.

“Killing shouldn’t be easy, but you made it seem effortless,” Hermione said. “I don’t disagree with doing it. The things she did… I don’t know! It’s all confusing me. I just…”

“Yes?” Harry prompted her.

Hermione grabbed his emaciated hand. The sudden gesture made Harry’s heart beat like a lovesick teenager in his first relationship. 

“I just don’t want to lose my best friend!” Hermione said.

“That’s definitely not happening,” Harry promised. “No matter what, I refuse to lose you.”

He squeezed her hand back. That seemed to assuage some of Hermione’s worries.

“You know, there was something else in those visions,” Harry said. “It was like I lived another life, and in that life there were people who were precious to me. I need to find them, and bring them to my side. They won’t remember me or have any idea what I’m talking about, but I HAVE to win them over.”

“How many are there?” Hermione asked, her voice getting lower.

“Seven,” Harry said.

“And are they… girls?” Hermione asked in the same low voice.

“Yes. They were my lovers,” Harry said.

“I see,” Hermione said.

Her head tilted down to look into her lap. She went silent and didn’t say anything. Harry sighed loudly.

“Luckily,” he said, “I’m off to a positive start!”

Hermione’s head shot up. As ever, her mind was as fast as lightning. She only needed one slight hint to pick up on what he meant.

“I was one of—” Hermione said.

Harry kissed her before she could finish.

“Of course you were,” Harry told a shell shocked Hermione. “And even if there were no dreams, or visions, or whatever you want to call them… I’d still pick you. Every time.”

Hermione’s head was instantly cleared of all her worries, both about Harry and the things he had done. She didn’t care about anything except for the words she was hearing, confirming things she had hoped for so dearly. This time Hermione was the one to initiate a kiss.

They got tongue involved. Harry’s head was spinning just from this much activity, but he refused to let a malnourished body get in the way of a moment like this.

Hermione was physically frail but she hadn’t been starved the way he’d been. The same way that she helped him walk around all day, she took the lead in this now.

She helped Harry sit up against the headboard and sat down in his lap, facing him. Her oversized robes were still hanging down. Harry put his fingers on the collar of her robes and looked her in the eyes. Hermione bit her lip and nodded.

He pulled her robes open at the front. Her breasts were as beautiful and perky as ever, although the sight of her ribs below them hurt Harry’s soul. They were going to have to fatten themselves up and get their bodies in shape fast. He wouldn’t accept anything less, because right now they could only go through the motions of lovemaking.

No matter the state of their bodies, they still had boundless passion. Harry made the best of what he could do. He put his mouth on Hermione’s breasts and bit her nipple.

He knew every single one of her weak points. They were memorized inside of his head to the point that he could never forget them. Harry’s teeth bit around Hermione’s areola as he turned his neck slightly, tweaking her mammaries. Hermione instantly moaned loudly. This, Harry could still do.

His dick was rising inside of his pants, gathering blood and growing in size. He knew that Hermione could feel it with the way her crotch was pressed on him. Hermione reached down Harry’s robes and ran her fingers over his torso.

The look in Hermione’s eyes told Harry that she was still deciding if this was real. When he was originally a Hogwarts student, he’d been SO dense. He always assumed that Hermione was just a friend. Even worse, he actually convinced himself he was fine with that.

It took the war and relying on each other to stay alive for their relationship to burgeon. In this world, it seemed like Azkaban had been the impetus. Hermione must have refused to let Harry’s incarceration go, which was why out of all his old allies she was the only one to share his fate.

Star crossed lovers, they had been separated by one stone wall. Hermione was left to wither away. Harry had been killed via lack of food. That should have been the end, but now THIS Harry had arrived.

He… couldn’t do anything for his other self. But he could take care of this Hermione the way he failed to take care of his own. He would NOT allow her to die again.

He knew that the Harry he replaced would approve of his work. Because they were the same person at the end of the day, and he would want Hermione taken care of no matter what, even if it wasn’t him who got to be with her.

“Can I?” Hermione asked.

Her hands had gone down to his crotch and were nestled on the spot to open his robes. Her finger tips were touching his bulge. Harry let go of her nipple to answer.

“Whatever you want, I’ll do it for you,” Harry said. “I’m so much more than ready.”

Hermione smiled prettily at him.

She opened up the crotch of his robes and lifted his erection out. Malnourishment couldn’t change the size of his phallus the way it shrunk his muscles. Harry was as big as ever, stiff and veiny under Hermione’s touch.

She gulped and let her robes fall the rest of the way off of her, getting naked.

‘She’s too skinny,’ Harry thought crossly. ‘She’s only in good condition compared to ME.’

Compared to the people like Stan who had been in the lesser portions of the prison, Hermione had the body of a maximum security prisoner. The only part Harry cared about was how unhealthy she looked. When it came to beauty, it would take far more than this to dull hers!

“I’m… I’m going to put it in!” Hermione said.

“Go, Hermione,” Harry smiled. “Do what you want.”

She used her knees to lift her body up and her hands to tilt Harry’s willy. When Hermione inserted him, she cried out in pain.

“It’s okay. You’re okay!” Harry said. “The pain will pass. Go slowly.”

He held Hermione’s hands. Blood ran along his dick from her broken hymen. After she got enough rest, Hermione started riding him.

The sex sucked by regular standards. They were in no condition for exercise, so sex was too much for them. But they found a way. Hermione bounced her body. When Harry found an opportunity, he would bite her body to stimulate it. That was enough for them.

Far more than enough, actually. They didn’t need perfect technique. With all the pent up emotions that were exploding out of them this was all it took to give them immense pleasure. Harry felt like he could cum just from looking into Hermione’s passionate brown eyes.

“You’re very big Harry,” Hermione moaned.

“Just wait,” he said. “You haven’t seen anything. When we’re healthy, I’m going to open up a whole new world for you.”

He’d be able to do so much more than bite her breasts in the right places. Harry knew the erogenous zones on all seven of his wives like the back of his hand. Once he had a body that he could pilot properly, he’d rock Hermione’s world.

Although… he might already be doing that. Her face was extraordinarily flushed. When Hermione screamed his name, he immediately understood what it meant: 

“Harry!”

She was cumming.

It was a feeling he’d felt dozens of times in his past life. He enjoyed it more than ever before now, though. It felt like the real beginning of the second chance he’d been gifted.

He’d better make the most of it.

“Up!” Harry commanded.

Hermione had dropped her hips down when she came and was catching her breath. The urgency of Harry’s tone made her jolt up and slide off his dick. When he was out of her pussy, Harry let himself cum. His seed hit Hermione’s tummy and ran down it to drip off her body.

Doing it outside was necessary. This wasn’t the time or place for anything else. Not even mentioning their physical frailty, the war was on the horizon, and Harry refused to bring a child into a world he hadn’t ridden of Voldemort.

But down the line, mark his words, he WOULD be doing what he’d just done all over Hermione’s womb.

He got the strange feeling that she was thinking something similar.

Hermione flipped off of him and sat against the headboard. Harry’s right hand still held her left one. They were both panting from the exertion of what they just did. Harry casually cleared her of his cum with a movement of his hand.

Hermione looked over. “Was that something else your “vision” taught you how to do?”

Harry kept it simple. “Yes.”

She laughed. “I take it we did this a lot, then.”

“This and MORE,” Harry said hungrily. He caught himself. “But… that can wait. Until we’re healthy.”

Hermione swallowed.

“You mean it, don’t you?” she said. “That the two of us will be a thing? That we’ll keep having nights like this?”

Harry leaned over to her while she looked hopefully at him.

“Yes,” he said. “Because I love you, Hermione.”

They sealed the promise with a passionate—but tired—kiss.