Nothing Breaks Like the Heart (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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A/n: This chapter contains sexual parts. You have been warned. 

Hermione woke to the blaze of the sunlight running over her eyes. She fluttered her eyes eyes opened to find herself in Fenrir's room, curled up underneath the blankets and sheets naked. She crawled on her elbow as she glanced around the room. Her ears caught the sound of the shower running. She stood up from the bed and found herself walking towards the bathroom. She slipped inside where she found Fenrir in the shower with his back towards her, running his hands through his hair. She then proceeded to walk into the shower. It didn't take long till Fenrir turned around and was pulling her into his arms. 

She hummed as his hands slithered over her body, washing every inch of her skin. She shivered under his touch especially when one of his hand proceeded down to her lower region and the other began squeezing her breast. Fenrir moved his lips against her neck then moved up to her jawline. Just as she was about to melt into his embrace, Hermione's head flung up to hear her name being called out by her friends. 

"I need to get going. They'll be wondering where I am." Hermione whispered as she tried to remove herself from Fenrir's arms. Fenrir pulled her back against the shower wall before he pressed himself against her front. He leaned over her, his hand brushing away the wet strains of her hair away from her face while the other picked up her leg and spread it to the side. She opened her lips to say something but Fenrir locked his lips with hers as he gently rutted against her. She moaned against the kiss, her hands (without her thinking) raised up to cup his face. He slowly removed his lips from hers then slowly released her  from his grasp. Hermione leaned against the wall, panting like a dog. 

"Now you can go," he whispered to her. She carefully left the shower and proceeded to get dressed and walked out of the room. 

Fenrir listened as she left the room. He couldn't help but smirked as he turned off the water of the shower and headed out to get dressed. While he finished dressing himself, he couldn't help but still think about Hermione. He never felt like this with any other women he had been with. Hermione had sparked something in him that he had never felt before in his entire lifetime. He knew it was a long shot, but part of him hoped that maybe Hermione felt something about him like he felt about her. Once he finished dressing himself, Fenrir headed out of his room to get some breakfast. 

Hermione rushed down the corridors, looking for her friends. She rushed down a few more hallways until she ran into someone. 

"Hermione! Where have you been?" Ron's voice echoed in her ear. She gazed up to see Harry and Ron, who looked like they had seen the most horrifying thing that was too much to speak about. Hermione's lips clenched and unclenched as she was unable to form a sentence. How could she? She didn't even know how she could even tell them what had happened to. And how? How do you tell you're two best friends that you had just slept with the enemy, who you barely even knew yourself? Before Hermione could say anything, Ron shook his head and spoke before her. 

"Never mind, we've got to get out of here!" he told her. 

"Why? Ron what is going on now?" Hermione asked her. 

"Actually, it's big news. And I think you're going to want to sit down when you hear about it." Harry stated to them. Hermione shook her head. 

"Guys, tell me what's going on right now!" She ordered them. 

"You're the reason Voldemort is calling off the war!" Ron blurted out. Her eyes widened, shocked with what Ron was even telling her. 

"I beg your pardon?" 

"Now is where you want to have a seat," Harry told her while he motioned towards a chair that was a few feet away from them. Hermione shook her head again, still confused with what they were trying to tell her. 

"Just say it!" she demanded them. 

"You're the Dark Lord's daughter," Ron shouted at her.