Lightning Strikes Twice (Harry Potter)(Time Travel)

A/N: Here's the new Chapter! Which also means the next four chapters are up on my Patreon for early access as well as the chance to vote on the direction of the story!

Hermione joins the fold~

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Rather than immediately giving him an answer to exactly how she wants to be taken for the ritual, Hermione focuses on the task at hand. Kneeling in front of him, her skilled lips wrapped around his cock, he has to admit… she knows exactly what she's doing. The sensation of her mouth and tongue working in concert along his sensitive flesh sends shivers through Harry's spine.

Hermione, meanwhile, is looking up at him with an impish sort of glint in her eye, never once breaking eye contact as she takes him deeper and deeper into the sweet haven of her warm, wet mouth. Even her hands aren't entirely idle. One is down between her thighs while the other is up and under, gently fondling his balls.

She bobs her head, taking him in and out of her mouth with the practiced ease of a woman who has handled Harry's cock many times before. In fact, out of every witch in Harry's life, Hermione is definitely the one who's been with him the most without being bound to him by the ritual.

He's put this off for years now and might have continued putting it off forever if Andromeda hadn't raised some very salient points about what an Unspeakable like Hermione could do with more magical power.

Now that she has him right where she wants him however, Hermione seems intent on taking her time. Occasionally, she'll even pull back just to focus her attention on the tip of Harry's member, swirling her tongue along her glans. Each time she does so, he can't help but groan as a soft moan leaves her lips around his cockhead, vibrating it oh so delightfully.

Right now, Hermione Grange is solely focused on pleasuring him, determined to bring him to the brink of ecstasy but not all the way over the edge. Harry can tell that she's watching his every reaction to make sure he won't cum too soon.

She's drawing this out, though he's not sure if that's just because she can't decide how she wants him to fuck her for the upcoming ritual or if it's because she's teasing him now that they're finally doing this. Either way, Harry isn't the kind of man to let himself be strung along for any great period of time. No, if she wants to play games… then he'll just have to take charge.

Reaching down, Harry cards his fingers through his best friend's brunette locks and grips down. In response, Hermione moans appreciatively around his cock as he takes control, tangling his digits in her hair and guiding her movements from that moment on.

She's all too happy to let him set the pace, matching it with her own eager sucking and slurping as he thrusts into her warm, welcoming mouth. Now that he's taken over, Hermione doesn't maintain eye contact anymore either, letting her lids flutter shut in bliss. She loves it when he asserts himself, and she takes no small amount of pleasure in surrendering control to him.

This was why Harry had been so reluctant to tell her about the ritual all this time. Because he knew there was no chance of her thinking of herself in this moment. She was always going to submit. She was always going to ask for this.

Finally, Harry can feel his release building in his churning balls, the tightening making it obvious he's going to cum even as he continues fucking Hermione's face, his heavy balls slapping against her chin with each powerful thrust down the back of her throat.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

He decides not to warn her, but he also doesn't shove her to the base of his cock or anything like that. Instead, he pulls back right at the last second until just the tip of his cock is pushed into her mouth past her suckling lips. Then, he starts to cum.

Hermione's eyes snap back open as she feels his seed splash onto her tongue. Her cheeks quickly chipmunk outwards for a moment before she catches up to what's happening and swiftly swallows gulp after gulp of his magically charged seed. Harry makes sure to fill her belly with his jizz, knowing that not only does she love the taste, but also that she very much enjoys the temporary boost of power.

Of course, after today it won't be temporary anymore will it? She'll be able to boost her magical output whenever she wants once the ritual is completed.

At long last Harry finishes emptying his load into Hermione's mouth and the brunette muggleborn finishes swallowing shortly after. Pulling off of his cock completely, she gasps for air as a strand of saliva connects her lips to his dick tip for a moment before breaking.

Grinning up at him, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling with lust, Hermione makes a show of licking her lips.

"Delicious as ever, Harry. But I guess now it's time for the main event, isn't it?"

Harry lets out a shuddering breath before nodding slowly.

"Yep. Have you decided how you want me to take you?"

Biting her lower lip, Hermione eagerly nods, the thrill of submission and surrender and the excitement of what's going to happen next clear in her eyes. Turning towards the ritual circle, she crawls over to it… and stays on her hands and knees in the center of the intricate drawing that Harry has prepared.

Her naked body is on full display as she arches her back for him. The candlelight in the room flickers across her exposed flesh, casting mesmerizing shadows and highlighting her curves in all the best ways. As she presents herself for the taking, Hermione looks back over her shoulder at Harry, her eyes smoldering with desire.

There's not a hint of trepidation or concern in her face. She's not worried about what's about to happen, nor does she have any doubts either. The scent of her arousal permeates the air as she wiggles her hips playfully, drawing attention to her glistening, drooling pussy lips.

"Is this not what you always desired, Lord Potter? Is this not how you always imagined me?"

Seriously? Throwing out his title is a low blow. Growling, Harry stalks forward, his rock hard cock bouncing back and forth with each step he takes. Stopping over her, he looks down at Hermione with hooded eyes.

"That's Chief Warlock Potter to you, Unspeakable Granger. As for who desired what… we both know this is what you wanted more than anything."

Hermione blushes but can't deny it. Instead she adopts a chagrined grin and shrugs her shoulders, even as she pushes her hips higher into the air for him in offering.

"You're right, Chief Warlock sir. This is what I've wanted for a long, long time. Please sir. Please take me, make me yours. Please claim your prize and make me your bitch! I'm ready! I'm willing! What more do you need?!"

Huffing, Harry finally drops to his knees behind her and grabs Hermione by the hips. At the same time, he begins to push his magic into the ritual, causing it to start to glow. Hermione gasps in response to this as he grips her hips, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. Looking back at him, her eyes are hooded and filled with lust and her cheeks are flushed a bright red.

Gazing at her, Harry smirks.

"What more do I need? I need to hear you say it, Hermione. Are you ready to be bound to me, Hermione Granger?"

"Yes!"

"Are you willing?"

"I'm willing!"

"And are you eager?"

Blushing a little harder, Hermione nods.

"I-I'm eager… I'm so fucking wet right now, Harry…"

Chuckling, Harry finally thrusts into Hermione from behind, spearing her drooling cunt on his cock. He fills her with his meat even as he feels the magic swirl around them both. The binding ritual is well underway at this point, the runes etched into the floor glowing with an otherworldly light and the candles flaring brightly.

Hermione's body trembles beneath him as he starts to fuck her doggystyle. Her ass receives the lion's share of the punishment from the way Harry is pounding into her with all his might.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Thrusting his hips forward repeatedly, Harry sinks his throbbing cock deep into Hermione's soaking wet grasping cunt over and over again. In response, she cries out in ecstasy from him filling and stretching her. Her pussy walls clench down hard on his invading length, flexing and gripping along his shaft. But if her insides are hoping to slow him down or keep him still, they have another thing coming.

Meanwhile, on the metaphysical side of things, both of them can feel the connection from the ritual snapping into place. The bridge between their magic is almost fully built, much to Hermione's ecstasy and joy.

"YES! Take me, Harry! Take me, claim me, BIND ME!"

As he feels the final threads securing themselves, Harry lets out a low sigh. There's no helping it at this point. The connection is forged. Hermione is now irrevocably and eternally his. Her magic is tied to his magic and she is yet another one of his playthings.

The only thing preventing him from taking advantage of that fact… is Harry himself. But to be fair, that's how its been with every single woman he's bound so far, hasn't it? They've all trusted him with everything they have, trusted him to be the man they knew him to be. So far, Harry has not betrayed that trust… nor does he ever intend to.

With a loud squeal, Hermione tips over the edge one last time, explosively orgasming all over his cock. In doing so, she sends him over as well, with Harry groaning as he finishes inside of her, leaving another load of his seed within her womb. Hermione shudders and nearly collapses forward onto her face, but Harry is there to catch her and pull her back up with him.

Leaning back on his heels, he holds the panting, gasping witch back against his chest. Hermione takes a second to catch her breath, but when she finally does, she's all too happy to nuzzle against him happily. They've done it. The adult witch is now his, her magic bound to him.

However, that's not all is it? Opening up the connection between them, Harry pushes some of his immense reserves of magic towards Hermione, making her stiffen up and then shudder as the sudden influx of magical power has her completely recovered in moments.

"Ooooh…"

Harry grins, but before he can say anything, Hermione has already pulled out of his grasp, spun around, and dropped down onto her hands and knees to take him in her mouth and suck him clean oh so submissively. Chuckling softly, he looks down into her eyes, seeing the energized woman's intent for what it is.

They were just getting started, weren't they?

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By the time Harry is done with Hermione, leaving her to sleep off their extracurricular activities, they've definitely done more than just mix business with pleasure. They've blown right past that in Harry's opinion.

Still, while it's rather late in the day, it's not so late that he can't still head over to the Minister's Office and check in with her. As such, that's exactly what Harry does.

Arriving outside of Amelia's office back in the Ministry of Magic, Harry smiles when he sees the beautiful witch sitting behind the desk.

"Penelope. Is Amelia in?"

Penelope Clearwater, Undersecretary to Minister Bones, blushes and ducks her head with a smile.

"Oh! Yes, Chief Warlock Potter. And congratulations on your ascension. Should I ask if she's free to see you?"

Harry hums. Funnily enough, Penelope was actually supposed to be a little older than he was. However, as a muggleborn witch, it was a lot harder for her to get ahead in life than it was for someone like him who was basically born into a position in power in the Wizarding World.

She'd dated Percy Weasley once upon a time, but in the end that hadn't panned out. Still, she'd managed to get this job as one of Amelia's Undersecretaries completely of her own merits. Perhaps she'd even be Senior Undersecretary one day, with her own office and everything.

"I see the news has already started to spread. Yes, go ahead and ask for me please."

Now, Harry knows even before Penelope goes to ask that Amelia will make time for him, regardless of what she's doing right now. Which is why he's not remotely surprised when the muggleborn steps back out after a moment biting her lower lip.

"A-Ah, well… she's with someone right now Harry… but she said to send you in anyways?"

Oh? Heh, how fun. Harry just grins and gives Penelope a simple nod and a wink, sending the blushing witch right back to her desk as he saunters into the Minister's Office to find out exactly who Amelia is already in a meeting with.

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The Vote:

[ ] Amelia is meeting with Hestia Jones - 16%

[ ] Amelia is meeting with Narcissa Malfoy - 27%

[X] Amelia is meeting with Apolline Delacour - 57%

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