Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Family of the Demon King ❯ The Americans ( Chapter 2 )

Ch. 2: The Americans

THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE LEMON! Don't like it, bite me! For those who are interested, it will be a Harry/Hermione. If you want my oc's to have one, tell me!

 

 

 

 

Harry was sitting at the Griffindore table with Hermione in his lap as he watched Sasha go up for her sorting. Once the hat was placed on her head, she made a face as if to keep the hat out of her mind.

 

“Stop blocking me, or I am placing you in Slytherin!” The hat yelled after four agonizing minutes.

 

Sasha gave a smirk and opened her mind to him. “Ravenclaw!”

 

Sadie went up to the hat and sat down as the hat was placed on her head. Her eyes looked at everyone and the hall went silent as they stared into her dark crimson eyes.

 

Sadie gave a smirk as she saw that nearly the entire hall was mesmerized by the most famous hint of her heritage. “Sadie, please don't do that.” Dumbledore said, not really meaning it.

 

Sadie gave a toothy smile, showing off her fangs and closed her eyes. “Ravenclaw!”

 

Sadie got off and stood nearby her sister. “They don't look a thing alike.” Hermione told Harry.

 

“Tarin!” Came McGonagall's call.

 

“Tarin?” Harry asked himself. “There is no one else up there.

 

The doors slammed open as a beautiful young woman and handsome young man came strolling in. The man was wearing black jeans and a tan cloak buttoned only at the neck with his arms in the sleeves, leaving his bare chest open for everyone to see his scars. He had dark black hair that covered his eyes and deep crimson eyes under the black mat.

 

The girl was wearing blue jeans and a black loose shirt that tightened around her chest. She had chocolate brown hair that reached down to her knees, put into a whip-like ponytail, and had baby blue eyes that showed she was a caring person.

 

“Sorry we are late, we were just um…” the girl tried to explain.

 

“Mom! Dad!” Sasha yelled as she ran straight into the man's legs, Sadie followed into the girl's.

 

“Hey have you guys been good?” The man asked as he knelt to stare Sadie in the face.

 

“Mom?! Dad?!” Hermione and Harry said simultaneous.

 

“They don't look any older than we do!” Harry said as he stood up with Hermione.

 

“We are older than you think.” The man told them ushering his kids to stand with the rest of the kids while they get sorted.

 

Dumbledore stood up to explain. “These are students from a school in America, transferring here for the year, they don't go by our sorting system so they are being sorted now. Tarin come here.”

 

“Sure, just tell me if the kids were good?” Tarin said as he walked and sat on the stool.

 

“They were great, you are really good at raising your kids.” Dumbledore gave him a warm smile.

 

“Does that mean you will watch them again, so Arda and I can actually go out?”

 

“Maybe, not on a school night, I hope.”

 

“Griffindore!”

 

“Arda.”

 

The girl, obviously Arda, sat on the stool and waited as the hat made its decision, She had her hand under her chin as she waited for the hat to search through her memories. “WHOA! You, my girl, are not so innocent!” Arda gave a smirk and a knowing stare at Tarin.

 

“Tonight.” He mouthed out.

 

“Griffindore!”

 

“Enjoy your meal!” Dumbledore shouted as the food appeared on the tables. “Harry, Hermione, Tarin, and Arda can I see you up here?”

 

They all got up and crowded around Dumbledore's table to hear what was up.

 

Professor McGonagall was the first to speak, “Harry Hermione I heard the news from Hagrid and Dobby, I can't wait!”

 

Remus looked at Harry and Hermione weirdly, almost anger. “Sirius would be proud, so would your parents, Harry.”

 

“We still need to tell my parents.” Hermione wasn't too happy about the prospect of telling her parents about her being pregnant with Harry's child

 

“We can take care of that, right Minerva?” Dumbledore asked her.

 

“Consider it done, expect a reply mail from two very surprised parents.”

 

“Ah about Tarin and Arda, they have something to offer you two Harry, Hermione. Meet him at the stairs, he will take you to your portrait and explain everything to you.”

 

“Now go eat.”

 

“Thanks Albus, we really appreciate this.” Arda said and kissed Dumbledore on the cheek.

 

Back at the table, everyone found out what Arda was as she bite at Tarin's neck and sucked the blood from the wound she inflicted.

 

Draco slammed the edge of Tarin's plate, which was full with food, into Tarin's face. He began to growl menacingly.

 

“Is this,” Draco pointed to Tarin's wife and kids, “The American way, or is your wife just a slut?” He sneered at Tarin.

 

Tarin stood up so quickly his chair flipped over and made spider cracks in the ground. He picked Draco up by his neck and showed him his fangs. “You ever come near my family again, and I will kill you!”

 

Dumbledore was behind Draco when Tarin lifted Draco; he was kicking at the air and clawing at his wrists. “Draco what did you do to upset Tarin?”

 

“What'd I do? He is going strangling me!”

 

“No, if I strangled you, you'd be dead by now.”

 

“Tarin, drop him!” Arda stomped on the ground and pointed her finger to the floor.

 

“But…”

 

“No `buts', drop the prick.” She leaned in close to his ear. “Or we wont try the bed out tonight.”

 

Tarin gave an unhappy snort and tossed Draco down to the other side of the table. “Guys, why don't you go with Tarin and Arda now.” Dumbledore suggested.

 

The two lovers nodded and followed the strange couple to their dorms. Sasha and Sadie followed closely behind. “Albus you know what I want for what he said, get it from Ginny who sat next to me.”

 

Dumbledore talked to Ginny and gave a smile as he looked at Draco who was rubbing his neck. “Draco one hundred points from Slytherin already? I will not have you insulting my students and their families like that. You guys are down to negative one hundred because of what you said.”

 

Tarin was still pouting when he got to two portraits of old headmasters about seven feet apart, same size. “T-Tarin and Arda?” the middle one stuttered out.

 

“Yes now cut the crap Gin, what's the password?”

 

Theirs is `Cattile'. I'll just let you in when we see you and you want in.”

 

“Good. Let's go in my place.” Arda said after placing a hand on Sadie's head.

 

The door swung open and it revealed a full first class apartment. “Whoa.” Hermione uttered as she looked around the tile kitchen, hardwood family room, and carpeted bedrooms.

 

“Sasha, Sadie, bed.” Tarin said.

 

“What? But lights out isn't for another hour!” Sasha argued.

 

“That is the school rule, not our rule.” Arda fought as she began to push her to her room.

 

“But mom…”

 

“No, go!” Tarin ordered as Sasha climbed into her bed and pouted. Tarin shut her door and turned to the other kid's bedroom. Sadie was already in bed.

 

Arda moved next to Sadie and kissed her forehead. “Goodnight.”

 

“Night mom.”

 

She did the same with Sasha.

 

“How did you get your kids? You can't be any older than us!” Hermione asked them as she saw that Sadie looked exactly like her father, but Sasha didn't look like either of the parents.

 

“Sasha was adopted, and Sadie is my birth daughter.” Arda told them moving to the master bedroom.

 

“I figured that, Sadie looks a lot like Tarin, but Sasha doesn't look a thing like either of you.” Harry told them as he looked at the muggle appliances.

 

“How old are you?” Hermione wondered out loud.

 

“Um, I am twenty-five.” Arda counted and looked at Tarin. “How old are you?”

 

“Uh…um…next question? I don't know, the first thing I knew about me was I have black hair and crimson colored eyes, I really don't know.”

 

“Do you know your parents?” Arda tilted her head in questioning.

 

“Um all I know is that they were nobles of both demon and human race, and then I was made. I was taken from them when I was a baby and I met Arda, that is my life story.”

 

“That would make you a half-demon!” Hermione didn't waste anytime screaming in surprise.

 

Tarin nodded and lay down on the bed, as his head rested in Arda's lap, she reacted by stroking his hair. “I am a Vampire as you both know, also a quarter demon.” Arda told them and continued stroking Tarin's hair.

 

“You were human at first…” Tarin stated and started to purr at her touch.

 

“Um, after we mated I grew fangs and a tail.” She lifted the back of her jeans and sighed as a black, furry tail wiggled out of the denim.

 

“I love that tail.” Tarin said as he thought about all the good things about that tail. (PERVERTS! The tail doesn't do anything sexual, just that in my story, The Mistress and The Servant, he gets saved by that tail a couple of times.)

 

“Okay…Dumbledore said you wanted to talk to us about something?” Harry motioned for them talk.

 

“Well, Harry, I know who `killed' Voldemort, a poser with my title. I am the King of Demons.” Tarin was sitting up now and his cloak was slipped off his arms. “The mark is in the eyes.”

 

“Wait, but the demon king is just an old legend.” Hermione was skeptical about Tarin.

 

“I assure you, I am the real deal. I can prove it to you tomorrow, but we are enclosed tonight. The thing I want is for you, Harry, to flush him out, he is looking for you to kill you and drain the power Voldemort left you.”

 

“You just want me?”

 

“No, Hermione, I need a strong binding curse, a decent plan, and a way to attract attention to Harry.”

 

“Voldemort isn't exactly dead either. You help us catch the poser, we kill off old Voldy for you, deal?” Arda finished, her hand out to Harry.

 

“Deal.” Harry shook her hand and when he pulled back there was a strange ring on his middle finger.

 

“Get into trouble, just rub the ring and you will become the wind for a half a minute.” Tarin explained to the confused Harry. “Now out, it is time for bed.” The lovers left and closed the door to the master bedroom, and Hermione just barely heard Arda's pleasant giggles from behind the door.

 

They entered the portal next to the one they left for one night alone, going to come up with a crazy story the next day.

 

He laid her down on the bed with his right hand holding him up over her. Her hands roamed to Harry's pants to take them off and then please him, as she says to herself. “Don't.” Harry whispered to her as her hands clasped the fly.

 

Her head tilted in confusion at his request for her to stop. “I will be pleasing you tonight, so just relax.” He was feeling generous tonight, after he thought for a while about Hermione being pregnant. She had to go through labor, her stomach growing, and going back to her parents in the summer, he just got pleasure and a little bit of embarrassment.

 

She didn't quiet understand why, but she relaxed her hands to rest at her sides. Her breathing was replaced by breathy moans as Harry's mouth and tongue explored the nape of her neck and her collarbone. The shirt was off and Harry was now teasing her right nipple under his heated mouth, enticing moans of pure pleasure from her mouth.

 

Harry was throbbing, but he restrained himself from helping himself and only focused on Hermione's enjoyment. She couldn't keep her hands from moving now, as they wrapped around his neck, pushing him further into her chest. “Hermione…can't breathe!” Harry managed to say through Hermione crushing him into her breasts.

 

She let go of him, but couldn't apologize due to her moaning from the very generous Harry. He made chaste kisses down her stomach, than let his tongue out to ravage her navel. “Harry…I need you inside me!” she managed to breathe out as his tongue drifted lazily down her thighs.

 

He looked at her after he kissed her, “Tonight is all about your pleasure, you have the most to endure and I want to make it up to you.” He whispered in her ear and nibbled on her ear lobe.

 

“Then listen to me, I need you inside me.” She whispered back and unclasped his pants and shoved them and his boxers off him. His shirt was next and was now plagued by Hermione's lips as she eased herself on him. Pretty soon he was in to the hilt, and they were both moaning out as they ground their hips together.

 

“Harry…”

 

“Hermione, you feel so good.” He moaned out as he began ramming his hips to meet hers on the bed.

 

“Oh god, Harry, I am getting closer.”

 

“So am I, don't worry.” Harry knew what he was doing, he slowed and sped up at intervals and as the moments of pure ecstasy came, Hermione sworn she couldn't have been happier, where as Harry was just focusing on making Hermione scream in pure pleasure, making her wake the whole school if he has too.

 

“HARRIEEEeeeeeeee…” she screamed out his name as they came together, forcing to come down to a pant as she had finished.

 

Harry pulled her onto his chest and breathed in the sweet scent of Hermione as she panted on his chest, her head rested under his chin.

 

He fell asleep to her slight snores and the most pleasant dreams, the same he had since he started to sleep with Hermione. The two lovers awoke to a knock on the portrait door and a voice from some one they both loathed; Snape's. “Potter, Granger, you are wanted in the Headmaster's office, now.”

 

He walked away and they could hear him move away. “That does not sound good.” Hermione groaned out in displeasure of the event.

 

“Think you might have screamed a little too loud?” Harry asked playfully.

 

Hermione gave a playful growl and kissed him. They got on a set of new clothes, clasped their hands, and walked to Dumbledore's `office'. The staircase was already down and the two gulped, this was not a good occasion, and climbed the stone steps.

 

Dumbledore was sitting in chair behind his desk, and saw two heads turned so they couldn't see their faces, but they could tell on was female and the other was a male.

 

“Ah, Hermione and Harry. There are some people to see you.”

 

The two people turned around and…(those who read this, you would kill me right now if I stopped!)…they were Hermione's parents. They ran and hugged Hermione, pulling her away from Harry, unintentionally at this time.

 

The two let go of their daughter and finally realized Harry was there, he was feeling and looking possessive of Hermione.

 

“Is this the Harry Potter kid?” Hermione's father asked.

 

Hermione nodded and the man came up to Harry, whose face hardened in reply. The man's fist came to collide with Harry's face, but a hand caught the fist.

 

“I wouldn't do that Herald, he is a wizard after all.” Came Tarin's voice in front of Harry with his hand clasping the fist tightly.

 

“Daddy!” Hermione yelled as she saw what her father nearly did. “I am just as much of a problem in this as he is! I believe I am at fault in the first place, I am not exactly human…” she trailed as she realized what she had said and noticed her parents' expectant stare.

 

Tarin and Dumbledore were watching with slight amusement at the scene that was playing out.

 

Hermione sighed, but she was comforted by Harry's arm around her waist. She closed her eyes and tensed up her muscles as they and her bones melted away and reformed to make her alter figure. “We had made a poly juice potion, and I made a mistake.” She explained s her arms crossed across her chest to rub her shoulders.

 

She changed back as her parents gawked at her. Her mother grabbed her wrist. “You are leaving and not coming back.”

 

Another hand caught her mother's wrist and growled demonically, but Tarin was sitting in a chair and eating popcorn, looking smug, the hand had claws and was very powerful. “You will not take my Hermione.” He snarled out and they could see fangs and his eyes had slits where his pupils should be, and they were tinged with crimson.

 

“YOUR Hermione?” the two parents said in disbelief.

 

Harry yanked her out of her parents' grip and held her to his chest as his mouth engulfed hers.

 

“He is coming into power soon, I wonder if I can help him.” Tarin said to Dumbledore.

 

“I know you will be able to, I did this just to bring him into power, and to help the future…”

 

“Thanks.”

 

Harry finally let go of Hermione's mouth and she came out looking drunk on the kiss. Her father reached for her again, but Harry bit the nape of her neck. “You can't take her now, I have marked her as mine!”

 

He began to lick up the blood that flowed from the bite marks. “Harry, what is going on?” Hermione asked.

 

“I think we should talk this out before someone ends up dead.” Tarin stood up and pulled Harry and Hermione away from Hermione's parents to sit on the couch with Harry holding Hermione. Hermione's parents sat in two separate chairs on the opposite of the room.

 

The tension in the room increased when Arda and her kids entered the room. “That them?” Arda asked pointing to the glaring parents in the two chairs.

 

Tarin nodded. “They need to work something out right now, what is it that you came for?”

 

“Um the tryouts are today at lunch, just so you remember, we have to watch the kids and we have to tryout ourselves.” Arda told him.

 

“Alright, I remember now, I will be there. Later.” The door slammed shut. “So much to do, so little time to do it in.”