Takes Two to Tango

Harrys Mistress

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 11/11/2004
Last Updated: 16/12/2004
Status: paused

Hermione has been kidnapped and Voldemort made it clear that Harry is to come alone if he wants to see Hermione alive. Ron wants to go, considering it is his girlfriend who's in danger, but Harry is determined to go alone. What happens? Read to find out!

Chapters

1. Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

1. Chapter 1

Okay guys…I honestly don’t know where this story came from. I was just minding my own business at work today and I guess my imagination got a little crazy. I was thinking about my next part in CoF and then this idea came along. I had to start it! It’s not going to be that long, but a good fun read! At least I hope! Let me know if you want me to continue!

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It Takes Two to Tango

Chapter 1

“I’m coming with you.”

Harry shook his head as he stuffed his invisibility cloak inside the small Muggle backpack that Mr. Weasley gave him for Christmas. It was bewitched and had a lot of room on the inside, but didn’t look nearly as big on the outside. “You’re staying here, Ron.”

Ron continued to pace Harry’s private Head Boy room as he blew smoke out of his ears. “Harry, she’s in danger, I can’t just sit back why you go after her.”

“This isn’t a walk in the park, Ron,” Harry said as he put some wrapped sandwiches Dobby made for him in the pack. “It’s going to be dangerous.”

“Then all the more reason I should go with you!” he exclaimed.

“Keep your voice down!” Harry hissed as he spun around at his best friend. “The letter from Voldemort specifically said not to tell anyone about this or she’s dead, Ron. I’m suppose to go alone and I for one do not want to jeopardize Hermione’s life like that.”

“She’s my girlfriend, Harry. Or did you forget?”

Harry sighed as he zipped up his pack. “Of course I haven’t Ron.” He shouldered the backpack and looked at his friend. “You remind me everyday.” Ron stood there and blinked at his friend, not saying a word. “I have to go.” Harry moved passed him and headed towards the door.

“It kills you doesn’t it?” Ron asked before he could leave.

Harry paused at the door and looked back at him. “What?”

“It kills you to see me with her, doesn’t it? To know that I actually beat you in something, that I actually won the girl.”

Harry let out an exasperated breath. “Ron, this is hardly the time for one of your jealousy spats. Hermione’s in danger and honestly I don’t think of her as your girlfriend at the moment, I think of her as my best friend. She’s in danger…and I’m going to save her.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Ron mocked. “You can’t resist going off to play the hero, can you? Go off and save Hermione from the big bad scary man and save the day.”

“You’re unbelievable, Ron,” Harry said softly with no emotion. “This isn’t about me. This isn’t about you. This is about Hermione. Our Hermione who…”

“My Hermione,” Ron snapped as he took a step towards her.

Harry scowled at him. “She’s mine, too, Ron. I know she’s your girlfriend and all, but she’s my friend. Hermione’s been there for me since the beginning and I owe it to her to go and get her out of there.”

“I’m going with you.”

Harry whipped out his wand and pointed it at Ron. “Don’t make me use it, Ron. I will if I have to.”

“That isn’t fair, Harry!”

“Yeah? Well, it isn’t fair that Voldemort is using Hermione to get to me, now is it?” Harry started towards him until Ron was backing up. “I will not let him hurt her, Ron. I promise. You have to stay here.”

Ron sat on the edge of the bed when the back of his knees ran into it. “You can’t make me stay, Harry. As soon as you leave, I’ll follow you.”

Harry then frowned and shook his head. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Five minutes later, Harry left his room, leaving his best friend on his bed with his hands tied behind his back. “Sorry, Ron,” he said before he closed the door then tapped it with his wand. “Silencio.”

Harry then turned and walked down the stairs, through the common room and pulled out his invisibility cloak and walked out through the portrait hole. He had clear instructions. Do not be seen and head for the Forbidden Forrest.

Voldemort was even kind enough to provide him a map to lead him where Hermione was taken. He supposed Voldemort would be ready for Harry and his Death Eaters would be on guard. There was one thing Voldemort didn’t know and that was his possession of his father’s special cloak.

If things went well, he would be able to sneak in and grab Hermione without Voldemort ever seeing him.

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It was pitch black. Not one star twinkled above in the midnight sky and the moon was only one arched slither. In the dark forest was a grove, circled by tall thick trees and in the middle of the grove a fire flickered with life.

Hermione’s back was pressed against a tree as she trembled with fear while He Who Must Not Be Named roamed around the fire. She was terrified. For her. For Harry. “You won’t get away with this,” she said just strong enough for Voldemort to hear her.

He stopped lurking and slowly turned to her. “Well…the Mudblood fancies a chat, does she?”

Hermione glared at him as she saw him step closer to him. She would not cower away from him. She would not give him the satisfaction. “Harry will destroy you.”

Voldemort chuckled as he stopped and loomed over her. “Oh, you are a silly girl, aren’t you? Or are you just stupid enough to talk back to me?” He squatted down so they were eye-level and could feel the fear in her, although she tried to block it. Impressive…for a Mudblood. “Do you really think your boyfriend is going to save you? Oh, wait a minute…” Voldemort tapped one long pale finger against his lips. “Or is your boyfriend the pathetic redhead. You know, I honestly can never tell.”

Hermione huffed out a breath as she turned her head away from him. “Oh, now she’s speechless. Looks like I struck a nerve, huh?”

She then did something that both surprised and infuriated him. She spit at him. Right smack in the face. He stared back at her as she breathed heavily with anger as she glared at him. “You’ll pay for that one Mudblood,” he said as he wiped his face with his robes. “But I’ll wait for the guest of honor to get here so he can have the pleasure of watching you suffer.”

“Master! Master!”

Voldemort spun around furiously as Wormtail broke through the edge of the woods. “What are you doing away from your post?” he demanded.

“Malfoy’s sent me, sir,” he gasped out of breath. “It’s Bellatrix. She’s been attacked.”

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. “Potter,” he hissed and then turned back to Hermione. “Your boyfriend made a mistake, Mudblood. He should have stuck to the rules.”

Hermione’s heart quickened as she watched Voldemort disappear through the woods. Harry had come for her. But where was he? She frantically moved her eyes for any sign of him but all she saw was darkness and all she heard was the distant sounds of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Then all of the sudden someone came out of nowhere and wrapped his arms around her and slapped his hand around her mouth. She muffled a scream but then looked up at a familiar pair of green eyes and her heart sank with relief. She cried softly as she turned to him and flung herself against him as they both were now securely under the cloak. “Oh, Harry.”

Harry gave her a quick hug even though he wanted to hold her tighter and longer. “We don’t have much time, we need to cover as much ground as possible before Voldemort comes back. Let’s go.”

Hermione didn’t hesitate in following him through the woods as they moved as fast as they could with the cloak. It slowed them down since it snagged on branches along the way, but soon they both got a rhythm going. They were five minutes into it when they heard Voldemort’s angry cry echo in the woods.

Neither of them stopped and they both quickened their pace. “We need to get rid of this for now and run,” Harry said as he flung off the cloak and stuffed it in his pack. He then grabbed Hermione’s hand and started to run as fast as they could.

Harry was in the lead as he tried to block the snagging twigs and sticky cobwebs in their path. He could hear voices now and knew the Death Eaters were making ground and if they didn’t find a hiding space soon they were both in trouble. He was just about to say this exact thought to Hermione when his knee rammed into something hard. “Ahh!” he hissed in pain as he grabbed his knee.

“What was that?” Hermione asked as she looked over his shoulder.

“I don’t…” He stopped talking when he placed a hand on it. It was covered in vines but it was cold and hard. No…it couldn’t be. “Hermione…I think this is…” He searched his hands through the vine until he saw a flash of faded it blue. “It is…Hermione it’s the Weasley’s flying car!”

“Are…are you serious?” she asked as she watched him fiddle with the handle. It took him a couple of tries to open it since the veins were so thick, but it eventually opened. “I can’t believe it.”

“Quick get in the back,” Harry commanded as he practically shoved her in. They didn’t have a lot of time. He crawled into the back and wasn’t surprised when the car shut the door itself. He pulled out his cloak again and pushed Hermione down on her back then followed suit, lying securely on top of her and brought the cloak over them. “Be still,” he whispered in her ear. “Car…if you can understand me…floor it if they find us.”

He could have sworn he felt the car tremble slightly in understanding. “They’re close,” Harry said and felt Hermione start to tremble against him in fear. “It’s okay.” Harry kissed her temple. “I’m right here.”

She whimpered as she buried her face in his neck. “I know.”

The two of them tensed up when the voices became louder. “They can’t have gone far. We have to find them, the Dark Lord is not pleased.”

Harry and Hermione felt something hit the car and Hermione gasped.

“Ah! Dammit! What the hell is that?!” a man yelled in pain and then felt them tapping against the car. “Hey…it’s a car. What is a car doing in the middle of the…”

“Will you stop fooling around, Dolohov? We need to find them.”

“Yeah but what if…”

BANG!

Harry and Hermione both flinched when the door swung open and hit Dolohov right in the face knocking him flat on his back. They heard him howl in pain while his partner laughed. “It’s not funny! Stupid car!”

“That’s what you get for being an idiot. Let’s go, I think they went this way.”

Dolohov mumbled curses and kicked the car one last time before stalking off.

They lied perfectly still for a good five minutes until all they could hear was the sounds of the forest. Harry sighed in relief as he finally relaxed his body allowing all his weight on Hermione. “Are you okay?” he whispered as he buried his face against her neck.

Hermione shivered as she held him tight, sobbing softly as she nodded her head. “I’m okay,” she cried as she circled her arms around his back. She just now noticed that Harry was nestled perfectly between her legs and Merlin did it feel good.

“When I got that letter…telling me they took you.” He let out a shaky breath as he nuzzled her neck. “I was terrified I lost you.”

“You didn’t,” she said as she strummed her fingers in his hair. “You could never lose me.”

Harry sighed in content as he moved and rested his cheek against her chest, propping his head just below her chin. He reached up and grabbed one of her hands and linked their fingers together as he watched them join. “We’re going to have to stay here the night. Just to be safe.”

“Yeah,” she murmured. “To be safe.”

He continued to toy with her fingers. “I should probably get off of you now.”

She smiled softly. “Yeah, you probably should.”

But he didn’t move. And neither did she.

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2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Harry lifted his head after awhile and propped himself up on his elbows and their faces were only a few inches apart. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked as he ran his hand softly over her hair.

She nodded as she placed a hand over his and pulled it to her cheek. “I’m fine, Harry. I promise.”

He let out a shaky breath as he brushed his thumb against her soft skin. “Did he uh…use anything…I mean, did he…”

“No, Harry,” she said softly knowing what he was asking. “He was going to wait until you showed up to torture me.”

“Merlin,” he whispered as he shut his eyes. “I don’t think I could bear it.”

“You don’t have to,” she said and kissed the inside of his palm. “Thanks to you he didn’t have a chance.” She then grinned into his hand. “You know what I did to him though?”

Harry noticed the glint of humor in her eyes and found himself smiling. “What?”

“Spit at him.” She reached up and poked his nose. “Right smack in the face.”

His eyes widened. “You did not.”

“I did too, and it felt great!”

He shook his head. “You’re amazing, Hermione. Everyday you always manage to surprise me.”

She smiled brightly as she reached up to play with a strand of his hair that hung from his face. “Have to keep you on your toes, Harry.”

“You’re the only one who can.” He then kissed her on the forehead. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He moved his lips to her temple and although he didn’t want to bring it up he knew he had to. “Ron wanted to come with me.”

She tensed beneath him. “Oh,” she said in a dry tone. “Did he?”

“He couldn’t understand that if he went along it would jeopardize your life.”

“He was just concerned.”

“I know,” he said with a small smile. “And I promised him I’d get you back safely.”

Hermione smiled at him but Harry could tell she was holding something back. Her smile was quick and didn’t reach her eyes. “Hermione, what is it? And don’t say nothing. Ron may be your boyfriend, but I still know you better than anyone else.”

Hermione let out a shaky sigh and touched his cheek. “I know you do.”

Harry covered her hand with his. “Talk to me.”

Hermione was silent at first as her eyes roamed over his face as she figured out exactly what to say. “The day I was taken,” she finally started breaking the silence. “I was on my way back to the common room. I had been at the library…thinking. I went to talk to Ron to…”

“To what?” Harry said urging her on.

“To…break it off with him.”

Harry literally felt his heart plummet to the pit of his stomach. Hermione was going to break up with Ron? “You were?” he finally asked.

She nodded sadly as she looked away. “It just wasn’t working out. I tried to give it a shot, I really did but how could I love Ron when…”

He held his breath in anticipation. “When what?”

Her eyes flickered up to his and their eyes locked. “When I gave my heart away a long time ago.”

Harry didn’t have to ask who she was talking about, he knew just by the look in her eyes. His eyes softened as he shook his head sadly. “Hermione.”

“Since the day I saw you on that train, Harry,” she started as her courage began to build up inside her. She already went this far, might as well keep going. “I might not have realized it at the time but you’ve always had my heart. Always.”

He swallowed the large lump in his throat. “Hermione.” His voice cracked with emotion. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Her eyes shimmered with tears as she shook her head. “I didn’t think you felt the same way,” she sobbed quietly. “I thought you only looked at me as a friend and nothing more.”

“And here I thought you were the smart one,” he said with a heavy sigh. “Hermione, I may have been oblivious earlier on and I’ll admit…I didn’t realize how I felt about you until Ron told me his feelings for you.”

“Oh, Harry,” she said as she touched the side of his face.

“By the time I realized what you truly meant to me…it was too late. You were with Ron.”

“I was never really with him, Harry. I no that’s horrible to say, but as much as I tried to make it work, I knew it wasn’t fair to Ron. I don’t love him, Harry. Not that way at least.”

“Do you love me?” he asked her before he could stop himself.

“Yes,” she breathed as she gazed up at him. “Very much.”

Harry closed his eyes in disbelief. She loved him. All this time when he thought her heart belonged to their best friend, when actually he had it the whole time. “Hermione,” he said as he let all his weight on her and buried his face in her neck. “We’ve both been blind.”

Hermione clung to him tightly as she started to sob. “Harry.”

“Say it,” he whispered. “Please. I need to hear it. No one’s ever told me.”

“I love you, Harry,” she cried softly nuzzling her face against his hair. “I love you.”

Harry’s breathing began to quicken as emotions swirled through him. New emotions and feelings that were unknown to him. “Hermione.” He then pressed his lips against her neck and felt her tremble so he did it again. “I love you, too.” He ran his lips frantically over and up her neck as he chanted his love for her over and over again.

Hermione framed his face in her hands as silent tears glistened on her cheeks. He rained kisses all over her face in complete sweetness and adoration before finally pressing his lips against hers. Their breaths were choppy and their kisses were short and desperate as they clung to each other both afraid to let go. Hermione wanted more of him so she opened her mouth open allowing him to take whatever he wanted.

Hermione gave and Harry took as he ran his tongue along hers in a slow lingering stroke. He muffled a moan into her mouth when she kissed him back with just as much urgency as him. Her taste was addicting, just as he knew it would be and the feel of her against him was positively mind blowing. She fit so perfectly he couldn’t help but move his hips just a bit against her, wanting her to know how damn good it felt.

She pulled her lips away from his allowing her to gasp and arch her neck in shock. Harry took advantage of this and ran his mouth back down to her throat and feasted. “Harry,” she groaned as she lifted her hips. “Do that again.”

“This?” he whispered in her ear as he moved against her once more, but this time harder.

“Yes,” she moaned as her fingers clinched in his hair. “That felt…I’ve never….”

“Never what,” he said and then sucked gently on her skin as he started a steady pace with his thrusts.

“Felt this….way, oh Harry don’t stop,” she gasped.

“What way?” he asked as moved his head up and looked down at her.

‘This…never with a guy…Oh god…Don’t stop.”

“Hermione?” he asked as he stilled his hips and tilted her chin so she could look at him. “Are you saying that you’ve…never had an orgasm? When you were with Ron?”

She shook her head frantically, both in embarrassment and frustration. “I’ve never been responsive. Ron and I never had sex, I wasn’t ready yet, deep down I knew I would never be ready. He wanted to try…other things, but I…didn’t respond to him. I’m not very good at this sort of thing.”

“Hermione,” he groaned as he shook his head. “That’s complete crap. You’re responding to me just fine.”

“Ron, got frustrated with me,” she said as she looked away. “I always thought it was me.”

“Bull shit,” he said forcefully. “Hermione, look at me. It has nothing to do with you. You just need someone with the right touch.” He then kissed her softly on the lips once, twice and on the third time he lingered. “In fact, I can prove it to you.” He then shifted up causing them to pull apart and he smiled when Hermione groaned in frustration. “No worries, Hermione,” he said as he moved to her side and traveled a hand up one long smooth leg. “I’ll show you just how responsive you are…only to me.”

She shivered when she felt his warm hand caress her inner thigh and then gasped out a groan when his thumb pressed against the thin triangle cotton of her panties. “Oh, my.”

“See? I barely touch you and you’re already trembling.” He bent his head down and kissed her gently, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth while he pushed the cotton aside and pressed his finger inside her. “You’re responding to me all right, Hermione.”

“Harry…I can’t think, I…OH!”

Harry grinned against her neck as he pressed his thumb against her clit. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Well, since I plan on making you scream,” he said as he pulled out his wand. “Might want to put up a silencing charm on the car.”

“Make me scream?” she asked in a daze as he put his wand away after casting the spell. “Harry…”

“Shh. Kiss me, Hermione,” he murmured and found her lips with his own and started to work his fingers on her. Their tongues battled with one another as he continued to bring her to the brink with only his finger and thumb. She moaned into his mouth when he slid another finger inside and lifted her hips up greedily.

Harry knew she was close so he pulled away so he could hear her scream. Just like he promised. He never broke his rhythm as he kissed her neck then down her throat and then captured her breast in his mouth that was still covered in white cotton. Her first cry rang out as her back arched and her hips bucked, but Harry didn’t stop. He wanted her to feel like she was about to die with pleasure.

When she came, she came hard as she withered beneath him, screaming his name out loud. If he hadn’t placed that spell around the car, they would have been found easily. When she was finally spent, lying still and out of breath he pulled out his fingers and kissed her softly on the mouth. “That was pretty responsive to me,” he whispered against her mouth.

She smiled still out of breath. “That was…incredible.”

He moved back on top of her and gently stretched his body across her own. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

She blushed as she hid a smile. “Harry.”

“And when you blush, too.” He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re awfully shy.”

“I’m just not use to…talking about it…afterwards.”

“You and Ron never did?” he asked as he pushed back strands of her hair.

She let out a snort. “No, there wasn’t much to talk about. We didn’t get any farther than what you just did, although he wanted to.”

“So, you never?”

“No,” she said as she shook her head. “I just couldn’t do it.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad.” He kissed her again, this time more deeply and he found himself wanting to taste more of her. “You know what’s better than having one orgasm?”

“One orgasm from you? Can’t possibly imagine anything better.”

He grinned down as he moved his head down, nipped her chin. “Oh yeah?” he asked as his hands slid under her blouse. “How bout two?”

Hermione’s mouth dropped as she watched him run kisses along her bare stomach. He couldn’t possibly think she was capable of another… “Harry!” she gasped when he pulled her panties completely down. “I don’t think I can…”

“You think too much,” he murmured against her inner thigh. “Close your eyes and hold on tight.”

Hermione collapsed her head back and groaned when she first felt Harry’s warm wet mouth against most sensitive area. Her eyes then flew open when she first felt his tongue plunge deep inside her. Oh boy. Here we go with number two.