Forbidden Magic 49

Forbidden Magic 49

Chapter 49 - Bonded

Ginny laid out a book as she sat on her bed with a piece of parchment over it. Hermione was downstairs helping Molly with lunch so she knew that this was the perfect time for her to concentrate on her blood oath.

It has to come from my heart, Ginny thought as she tapped her quill against the parchment. My question is what is a blood oath? Is it like wedding vow? I’m guessing an oath would be a vow? She put the quill tip to the parchment and began to write her promise to her lover.

To the one I love,

I shall always be with you, through the bad and the good. In these times of war or in better times, I will always stand by you. If you are ever in danger, I shall protect you. You are my treasure after all. I love you, forever and always.

Ginerva Molly Weasley

“Are you writing the oath?” Hermione’s voice carried over Ginny’s lost thoughts. The redhead turned around. She nodded her head and said, “Yes.”

“Don’t let me see it until tonight,” Hermione told her sternly, “hide it somewhere and why don’t we get something to eat and after lunch I can work on mine.”

“Alright,” Ginny stood up from her bed and left the book where it was along with extra parchment and her quill. She stepped over to her trunk which Hermione taught her how to enchant with Fred and George’s charm. Running her head over it she said, “I still am, and always will be, myself.”

The trunk opened with a click and Ginny placed the parchment inside. They walked downstairs hand in hand for the first time ever.

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After lunch, Ron and Harry invited Ginny to play Quidditch with them. Harry needed to get his mind off the up coming funeral for Dumbledore and Hermione needed her time alone. As Ginny walked off outside, Hermione moved up the stairs and disappeared into Ginny’s bedroom.

She looked around the quiet space until she found the parchment and the quill that Ginny had used earlier. She sat in the same position that Ginny did and began to think of her vow to her.

An oath, a vow, Hermione thought. Her eyes seemed to burn into the blank parchment in front of her. I just have to put my feelings into well organized words, this shouldn’t be too hard. The tip of the quill hovered over the blank parchment until finally words came from the tip of it.

To my dearest,

My love for you is deep and soulful that is no lie. There is no one I would rather spend my time with than you. Your life, your liveliness, and your protection are all things I love about you. My vow to you is to never leave you, and if we are to be separated, I shall always be with you in your heart.

Hermione Jane Granger

She placed the quill down and read over the vow. I could have made this longer, she thought, but for some reason this says all I need it to say.

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Later that night, Hermione set up a table in the middle of the room while Ginny sat down Indian style on a pillow. The oldest girl took her seat once the table was set and placed the bloodstone in the middle of the table.

“We have to cut ourselves,” Hermione told her, “I don’t have a dagger, do you?”

“It doesn’t say how we have to bleed right?” Ginny asked.

“Well it says from our hands,” Hermione told her, "but other than that, no". Ginny’s eyes landed on her wand, “we could use the spell, but please forgive me.”

Hermione looked to her wand that was lying next to Ginny’s on the bed. “That’s a good idea,” she said, “I don’t approve of that spell but for now that’s the only way to safely do this.”

“It leaves scars though,” Ginny told the brunette, “we can’t do it on her hands or arms; they’ll see it and ask us how we got them.”

Hermione looked worried as she looked down on her body. She usually wore pants when she wasn’t in her uniform, but she did wear a skirt unlike Ginny when she was so her legs were a bad option. “Our torsos then is our best option,” Hermione sighed, “One straight slash down the torso. We can worry about our hands during the sexual part; we’ll cut something small as to not leave a huge scar.” The redhead nodded her head.

Ginny picked up her wand and looked at Hermione who was taking off her shirt. They had silently decided that she would go first. As the brunette stood up the younger girl positioned her wand exactly under her right breast. “Sectumsempra,” she uttered as she made one slash down her lover’s torso stopping at her waist.

The blood was rolling down the cut she had made, Hermione’s face was twisted in pain and it broke the young girl’s heart to see her in such pain. “Ok, your turn now,” Hermione said trying to hold in her tears. She picked up her wand as Ginny removed her shirt. Her bare chest was standing and ready for the worst.

Sectumsempra, Hermione thought with one quick flawless slash of her wand there was crimson blood rolling down the pale skin of her lover. They now had matching bleeding wounds that they couldn’t heal yet.

“Now we have to bleed on the stone,” Hermione told her, “I’ll go first.” Hermione ran the stone over her wound allowing the blood to flow onto the dark green stone. She looked at the stone and noticed that it was absorbing her blood like a sponge. The dark green was turning a more crimson bloodlike color as she passed the stone gingerly to Ginny.

Ginny repeated the same thing that Hermione had done and the stone turned a blood red color completely. Hermione took a deep breath and looked at her wand. She picked it up and carefully took Ginny’s hand in hers. Sectumsempra, she thought as she slashed a tiny cut on the girl’s hand. Ginny repeated the process on her hand as she whispered, “Sectumsempra.”

Their hands had small droplets of blood dropping on the table. Tears were welting up in Hermione’s eyes as she looked down at her parchment. She went first and told her the vow she wrote as they held their bloody hands together over the stone.

Ginny, who was holding back tears, read her vow to Hermione who was now on the verge of crying from the emotional and physical stress of the ritual. They looked into each other eyes and knew what the next step was.

They reached over the table to lock lips over the stone as tears mixed with their blood landed on the small table. Ginny broke their kiss to stand up. She walked around the table to a confused Hermione as she scooped the girl up in her arms. She kissed her passionately once while in her arms and tenderly laid the older girl down on her bed.

Their mouths continued to meet as Ginny pressed her bleeding body on top of Hermione’s. Their blood was mixing together in complete unity just as their bodies were. Ginny placed her hands on top of Hermione’s and put her hands over her head. Submissively Hermione laid in that position as Ginny kissed and licked down her neck.

“Oh,” Hermione let out a gasp as she felt the hot warm breath down her body and finally resting at her chest. Ginny ignored the blood that was smearing over her hands and placed her mouth firmly over her breast. “Ginny,” Hermione whispered as she felt a rush of pleasure mixed with pain through her body.

Biting her softly, Ginny let go of Hermione's hands and instantly she could feel hands running over her bare back. She could feel the warm blood on her as well. She ignored the feeling of disgust as she took her other breast into her waiting mouth.

Hermione arched her back off the bed to meet her mouth. “Oh,” she uttered. She tried to ignore the pangs of pain coming from her torso. The younger girl moved her mouth to kiss the other girl. They looked at each other for a moment.

“I love you,” Hermione told her. “I love you too,” Ginny smiled. They kissed as their bodies merged into one entity. Hands explored the pale redhead’s body and they found her pants. Unzipping them slowly, Hermione inserted her non-bloodied hand into them and caressed her. Tilting her head back she let out a small moan.

After what seemed to hours, pants were taken off and landed on the small pile of shirts on the floor as they kissed and caressed each other passionately. Ginny thrust herself into Hermione with one quick motion and their bodies arched into one another. A small cry escaped the brunette’s lip as she felt warmth, pleasure and pain all mixed into one emotion.

Ginny looked at her face with an animal urge to pleasure her as they rocked into each other. Hermione began to loose control after a few minutes and while gazing into Ginny’s eyes released herself with a small moan followed by Ginny’s name being called out into the ceiling.

They switched positions and Hermione was kissing down Ginny’s pale body. She took her into her mouth and pleasured the girl's breasts. The blood was drying but she could still feel some of it rolling over the pale skin. Hermione kissed Ginny again with furious passion as she thrust herself into her with one quick motion.

As her body pressed against the young girl, their blood blended perfectly together in harmony. Her hands on her back clawing wildly as the pleasure surged, she arched her tense body into a fantastic release. Hermione lay on top of the young girl with a sigh of relief.

“Hermione,” Ginny sighed as she ran her non-bloodied hand over the brunette’s hair. “You are wonderful and I have so much to tell you but I never know how to.”

“I know,” Hermione told her. She pressed her finger to her lips to silence her and then pressed her lips against hers with a powerful kiss. Ginny’s freckled face was flushed from the activity as they both got up to complete the first half of the ritual.

They took they place at the small table and noticed that the bloodstone was swirling with blood red energy. They both allowed themselves to bleed again as their blood was mixed together in a veil. Hermione took her wand and looked at the incantation marked in the book. “Now we have to wait three nights,” she said, “We should clean this mess up in the meantime.”

“I’m so tired,” Ginny admitted to her girlfriend who was looking into her brown eyes. “I know so am I, but I don’t want anyone to see all this blood.” They both cleaned up the mess with their magic and placed the contents of the ritual inside Hermione’s enchanted trunk.

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The next few days were spent with Hermione practicing her apparition with Harry and Ron and with Ginny secretly practicing defensive magic with a visiting Ariana. The two girls both counted down each night until the third finally came. The night was dim and a half moon hung in the sky.

They both sat down at the table they had to reconstruct. Hermione sat on one end with the book opened in front of her. She looked down at the text and began to move her wand as instructed in the book “Siemtos,” she waved over the stone.

They both waved in awe as the stone lifted up from the table and broke apart into two crimson pieces. One piece flew into and under Ginny’s skin near her heart while the other flew into and under Hermione’s skin near her heart.

There was a bright light that glowed and then died out in both of them. They both felt smooth and rich pleasure near their hearts. They looked into each others eyes and quickly new feelings were emerging. They could feed off of and feel each others pleasure. “Do you feel that?” Ginny asked.

“Yes,” Hermione answered. The brunette could feel awe coming from her partner. “This is amazing,” she stated as she got up. “I can feel you, I feel you in me,” Ginny said placing her hand over her heart. “What is this?”

Hermione felt dizzy as she stood up to face her, “you used to be afraid to fly?”

“What?” Ginny was taken a back. “How did you know that?”

“I think I have a part of you in me, or rather,” Hermione was trying to place the words together in her mind; “Rather, I think you are intertwined with me.”

“You can feel my memories?” Ginny asked a wave of concern rushed over both girls. “I think so, how about me? Do you sense anything?”

“I see a red ball being kicked by a very small girl with bushy hair,” Ginny said, “you look like your seven playing a game I’ve never seen before.”

“Kickball,” Hermione breathed. “That’s amazing. I was seven when I used to play with some neighbors’ children.”

“There’s no turning back now,” Ginny said. “I don’t regret a thing, I don’t mind if you see all of my secrets.”

“Well,” Hermione placed her finger over her lips, “careful with my memories from 4th year.”

“Careful with mine from 3rd year then,” Ginny smiled. “You are mine now and I don’t care who you snogged back then.”

Hermione placed the book over her lap as she sat down on Ginny’s bed. She read the next section of the chapter about the veil of blood. “Listen to this, it’s important,” Hermione told her, “Once you have completed the parting of the stones, you are now one being. Your soul and the soul of your lover are completely merged into one soul living in two bodies. However, the veil of blood you have stored is to be used in a potion for there is one thing to break this enchantment, death.”

“What is it telling us?” Ginny looked at Hermione with wide eyes as the brunette stared at the page in the book blankly. “If one person dies, the other will partly die. The only thing to bring back your lover is the blood of you and your lover combined together. To protect this veil you must say this spell, sangrapre,” Hermione finished reading to Ginny as she rushed to the veil she stored in her trunk.

Opening the trunk she grabbed the blood and sat it on the table. “We both must wave our wands over it and say the spell,” Hermione instructed. If you die, I can bring you back, the brunette thought with hope, I never want to lose you.

With a deep breath, Ginny nodded her head as she took her place. They waved their wands over the veil and said, “Sangrapre.” There was a white glow that surrounded the veil and finally the protection spell was in place. The veil was small enough for Hermione to hold onto it on a cord around her neck. “This spell will protect the glass and the blood; it will never go away and is magically sealed. We are the only ones who have access to it and it can never break it.”

She tucked the veil under her shirt on a long coil and held it close to her heart. “We should have a veil for you,” Hermione told Ginny. “In case you need to use it on me.”

“Do we have to wait,” Ginny asked. “No,” Hermione said as she picked up another veil and her wand. “I read over the book last night, the whole chapter,” Hermione sat down on her bed. “In case you decided on this, I was so foolish not to think of it,” the brunette scolded herself.

“Its fine,” Ginny was exhausted from the ritual but she allowed her hand to be slight cut open again as her blood rushed into the veil. Hermione’s blood joined hers and they completed the protection spell on this one.

“Tomorrow is the funeral,” Hermione said with a hint of sadness that hit Ginny hard. “I know, we should get some sleep, it’s nearly midnight,” the redhead nodded her head.

“Our whole world is going to change soon,” Hermione said as she looked out the window. Winter eased away into spring as the moon continued to hang proudly in the night sky. A smile crept its way onto Hermione’s face. Soon she would have her license to apparate and soon enough Ron would as well. She knew that now she and Ginny was given the gift to apparate without the ministry knowing, but she still wanted hers just in case. She knew that Ron and Harry would need one without a shadow of a doubt.

She could feel the coldness even though the snow was ebbing away. It was the feeling of the war in the mist. The first battle was fought and now many more were to come.