Fate's Request: A Harry Potter FanFiction

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AN: So there are some more 'restricted' things happening this chapter, nothing graphic but I wanted to warn you guys.

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"Remus, Severus, thank you for joining me, please sit," Albus Dumbledore said as the two professors awkwardly sat down next to each other in his grand office.

"Lemon drop?" Albus asked politely.

"No thank you, headmaster," they both chorused, much to Severus Snape's disgust.

Smiling, the headmaster reached over to his bowl of seemingly everlasting lemon drops and popped one into his mouth.

He hummed in content, he loved all sweets, but lemon drops had always been his favourite.

"Have you looked into Miss Clearwater's mirror, Remus? Severus?" He asked after savouring the lemon drop.

Looking at each other, Remus nodded towards Severus, who took gave a small, painful nod in return and spoke for the both of them, "There were two spells on the mirror. One was a simple clouding charm, not taught in the curriculum but easily found in charms texts."

Nodding, Albus replied, "I see, I see, and the second spell?" he asked of his two most skilled professors.

"Its… faded, but what we were able to discern from it was hints of a powerful deflection charm," Severus answered.

Seeing the headmaster frown, Remus added, "While we can't discern the specific spell, there are few spells that could have been cast on the mirror, sir."

The headmaster waved his hand, and added, "No need, regardless of the spell used, it managed to stop the gaze of a Basilisk, amazing. Truly."

Severus Snape sighed, the headmaster would probably be more interested than ever in David Cross after he managed to power a spell that deflected the gaze of XXXXX class magic beast. This would mean more questions for him, and truthfully, he had nothing to give. The boy simply did his work impeccably and apart from that habit of his to go for a run around the Hogwarts grounds every morning, he was without reproach if that was even something worth questioning.

The boy was ill, and a strong body would aid in fighting off the malediction for as long as possible. It made sense, but the headmaster grew worried at even that. He truly just wanted to shout out at the infuriating old man that the boy was dying and doing anything he could to stave off death. And maybe, just maybe the self-righteous fool could use that impeccable brain of his to help the child.

But no, he wouldn't just go blurting out the boy's private matters. Alas, he was forced to report on both Harry Potter, the disappointment and David Cross, the dying prodigy. What a life he led, forced to watching and reporting on young children at the behest of the headmaster.

"Very well, thank you Severus, Remus, you may go. If you see Minerva, do tell her I wish to have a chat tonight," Albus said, dismissing them and returning to his pondering.

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While the Hogwarts professors were meeting with the headmaster, over eight hundred kilometres away, David was in Hermione's bedroom with his tongue down her throat and hand groping her b.r.e.a.s.ts.

He really hadn't planned on moving things this fast with Hermione, she had been giving him strange looks the day they had arrived at her parent's and David had no idea what she was thinking. This was, of course, all answered on the third day of staying at the Granger's household.

David was leaning on Hermione's pillow as he glossed over a fantasy novel she had on her bookshelf. Unbeknownst to him, she was staring at him hungrily as she sat just two meters away from him on her desk chair.

Steeling herself, and channelling some of that Gryffindor bravery, Hermione almost leapt from her chair, and David soon found himself straddled by Hermione and astonished when she locked lips with him.

In shock at first, he didn't reciprocate, but he soon saw how red her cheeks were and decided to join in, enjoying himself immediately.

Several minutes into their first snog, Hermione stopped c.a.r.e.s.sing David's hair and unbuttoned her pyjama top, grabbed both of David's hands and placed them on to her b.a.r.e b.r.e.a.s.ts.

Surprised, but completely enjoying himself, David quickly started fondling her, much to her enjoyment.

Wanting to try something else after ten minutes of fondling and snogging, David eventually flipped her over expertly, surprising himself and Hermione in the process.

With Hermione on the bottom, he continued to fondle her perky b.r.e.a.s.t with his right hand while his left c.a.r.e.s.sed and squeezed her pale t.h.i.g.hs, which were thankfully b.a.r.e thanks to the shorts she was wearing.

A few minutes in and getting quite hot himself, David stopped all his ministrations, much to Hermione's dismay and quickly pulled his top off, throwing it behind him and resuming his attentions on Hermione's body and lips.

This may have helped cool David off a little, but Hermione only grew hotter and wetter as she now had unfettered access to David's, surprisingly to her, toned upper body.

Deciding to be a little bolder, David fumbled a little but managed to partly pull Hermione's shorts and u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r down with his left hand and was about to use said hand to explore he further, when they suddenly heard a door open and shut downstairs.

"Hermione!" a voice shout from the base of the stairs, immediately, they jumped apart and started looking for their clothing.

"David!" she hissed quietly in panic, "I can't find my shirt!"

Looking around, he spotted it partly nudged in between Hermione's bed and wall, "Over there," he whispered, pointing with his finger as he readjusted his member while looking for his tossed t-shirt.

They both managed to make themselves respectable, albeit flushed, and Hermione ordered David to stay in her room as he couldn't hide his boner no matter what he tried.

Breathing heavily and trying to compose himself, he sat on the edge of Hermione's bed and listened to Hermione's voice carry over from the base of the stairs.

"Mum! You're home early? Everything okay?" She asked as she quickly descended the stairs.

Mrs Granger was no fool and noticed the flushed face and messier than usual hair of her daughter but decided to think upon what she interrupted later and answered, "Yes dear, your father's still at the practice but my second appointment cancelled, so I decided to come home a little early," she finished, coolly.

"A little early?!" Hermione shrilled a little defensively and regretted it immediately.

"Uhh, I mean, it's not even noon you know? You just surprised us," she quickly rattled off as her mother looked at her with a raised brow.

"Right, well I just thought it would be nice for the three of us to go out for lunch. I made a reservation at Valentino's, remember dear? That Italian restaurant you like so much," she explained, hiding her mirth at her daughter's embarrassment.

"Oh! That would be lovely, I'll go tell David!" she almost shouted, quickly disappearing up the stairs.

"Oh dear," Mrs Granger said while hiding her smile with her hand as her daughter essentially sprinted away from her.

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Hermione didn't think her embarrassment could get any worse, but the moment she walked into her room and saw David sitting there, what they were doing just minutes ago came rushing back and her whole body burned red in a mixture of embarrassment and l.u.s.t.

Looking away, she managed to speak to David, "David, mum came home early. She's made a reservation at this Italian restaurant… we should shower and get ready."

Her mind totally elsewhere, she suddenly turned to David and nervously chuckled, "Uhh, I mean, separately of course. I didn't mean together! No way! I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that… It would be ni- I'm just going to shut up now…" she finished in shame.

"Right…" David managed to get out eventually.

"I'm going to take a cold shower first… I think I need it," David said as she looked down at himself.

This only resulted in Hermione's further embarrassment, much to David's enjoyment, teasing her was the only way he managed to hide his own.

"O-okay," she squeaked, refusing to look at him.

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Following the awkward lunch with Mrs Granger and Hermione, back at home, Hermione and David just sat next to each other on the edge of her bed in silence.

It was probably a good hour before David decided to break the silence and said something, "Umm, so, I guess, I guess we're dating?"

Rather than answering with words, Hermione leapt into David and peppered his face with kisses.

Eventually, she was on top of him again, grinning and said, "That was a yes," and proceeded to kiss him deeply.

They didn't get carried away this time as Mr Granger was due back any minute and Mrs Granger was also lurking around.

Hermione managed to peel herself off of David but held his hand as she returned to her spot on his right.

"So… did you enjoy… the snogging?" She asked nervously, looking at David with puppy dog eyes.

Melting, he replied, "Yeah, I loved it… Can't wait to do it again."

Blushing at his response, she said, "Well, Mum and Dad are at work tomorrow as well… so we can probably, you know… snog and stuff… some more," she finished with an ever-quietening voice.

Lowering his own voice, a little, David responded, "Yeah, we should avoid doing… that… while your parents are home…"

Nodding at what he said, they said in comfortable silence, holding hands and Hermione eventually turned to David and said, "So boyfriend, want to get our potions essay out of the way?"

"Definitely," he said, grinning, knowing this would free up even more time for tomorrow.

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David and Hermione spent the rest of their two weeks together, mainly together, in her bedroom, not working on homework.

Much to their dismay, however, both Granger's had gotten off of work during David's second and final week visiting. They still managed to snog, but nothing as hot and heavy as they were getting used too.

During his stay at the Granger's, David made an excellent impression on both Mr and Mrs Granger, which Hermione hoped changed their opinion on the magical world.

He was nervous at first and truthfully continued to be so even as time went on. This was a side to David that Hermione had never seen, for David was so different from Harry, who was also an orphan. Much to her shame, she had somewhat forgotten that he'd also grown up without parent's and essentially had no one to go home to.

While she was disappointed in herself that she had forgotten something so big about David, it was also something she really liked about him. Harry was so… mopey and angry at times compared to David who, while quiet and kept to himself more so than other students, was far more put m.a.t.u.r.e and put together than her tragic best friend.

Wanting to do something nice for Hermione, David racked his brains for half a day and the idea of Occlumency stuck with him. Knowing that if she practised it diligently, it would help her manage the stress of the time turner, but not permanently, as the magical world and professors really underestimated the damaging effects ruining your sleep cycle constantly could cause.

"Hermione, I want to teach you something to help with the time-turner for third-year," he said suddenly as she was laying in his arms on her bed following a day out with her parent's.

"What?" she said, twisting from his arms suddenly.

"They offered it to me as well, but I refused. Professor Flitwick mentioned it was offered to another student but didn't say who. But I can put two and two together," he explained to a shocked Hermione.

"Oh… well, that's a relief. Because I'm not allowed to tell ANYONE," she explained.

"I figured as much," David replied, nodding.

"What's occlumency?" Hermione asked following David's reply.

"The art of protecting your mind from magical intrusion at it's barest form. But it helps with organising memories and remembering things as you get more advanced," David explained.

Seeing as he had gotten Hermione interested, he decided to completely hook her onto the idea, "It's not taught at Hogwarts, or even anywhere really. It's obscure knowledge that purebloods had monopolised. I was lucky to read about it in the Library, but not much. So, I got Mel to raid Diagon Alley for all the books on it and there were really only a couple on the subject."

David had convinced her the moment he mentioned that the knowledge was monopolised by purebloods and with complete seriousness, said, "Teach me."

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David only had a few days to teach Hermione the basics of Occlumency and get her started while teaching her the theory of Legilimency.

Luckily, he was a more competent teach than Snape, and she was a far more competent student than Harry. This resulted in David managing to instil into her the basics of defending her mind and left her a foundation to build on during her holiday in France.

Soon, David's time at the Grangers came to an end and he was bidding them farewell as a glamoured Mel looked on.

"We've loved having you over David," Mrs Granger said lovingly as she gave him a tight hug.

Mr Granger stood slightly off to the side nodding at his wife's statement, while Hermione looked on from next to Hermione with slightly glazed eyes.

"Definitely David, it's been a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. My wife and I have discussed it and were wondering if you would like to spend the weekend before returning to school in Scotland with us and Hermione? As long as the orphanage agrees of course," he said following a firm handshake with David.

Hermione let out a contagious smile following her parent's inviting David back, "I'd love that, I'm going to have to go over it with Mel, I'll let Hermione know with an owl while you're all in France."

"Excellent," he responded and following a look at his daughter, smiled, and added, "Well, we'll let you and Hermione say goodbye, take care, David."

As Hermione's parent's closed the door behind them, Hermione hugged David vigorously, which David returned.

"I'm going to miss you," she whispered, not wanting to be separated from him.

"Same… but don't mope around on your holiday in France Hermione, I'll be sending you lots of letters, don't you worry," he said as she held her tighter.

Following a quick peck on the cheek, in case her parents were watching, David bid her goodbye and disappeared down the street with Mel.

"Had a nice stay with the Granger's, Master?" Mel asked as she walked down the street.

"I'll tell you all about it over tea Mel," David said in response, completely lying, and soon following finding shelter, popped back to his home in Scotland.