There was a high rise apartment building in the 8th arrondissment of Paris, looking over the river Seine and the Eiffel Tower. It was 5:33 in the morning, and a naked Hermione was sleeping peacefully on Johnny's shoulder. Johnny however, wasn't having a peaceful sleep. He was suddenly having nightmares of that night a week and a half ago in the graveyard.

"You could've ended your suffering, Johnny," Voldemort hissed. "But you chose to stay loyal to Dumbledore, I do admire loyalty. A loyal friend taught me this spell a while ago, in my opinion, it's more useful than Crucio. Sectumsempra!"

Harry watched in horror as Johnny gasped, his white shirt and green tie suddenly drenched in blood.

"Don't worry, boy, your father and I won't let you die," Voldemort said. "You're to important."

"H-he's not my father!" Johnny spat the gag out of his mouth, spitting blood out of his mouth. "M-maybe biologically, but that doesn't make a father."

It was always that moment. The dream would switch sometimes. The other dream showed when Johnny was battling Voldemort with Harry's wand, and Lily and James stood at his side, but they weren't telling him how proud they was, it was just insults.

Johnny awoke with a fright that morning, the lights of the lights of the Eiffel Tower and from the street lights below illuminating the room. Groaning, Johnny wrapped a dressing gown around his naked form and made his way to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes. Hermione didn't know Johnny had been smoking or drinking, she would flip if she found out. Johnny only did after his dreams got rough.

Pouring a cup of whisky as he took a puff of his cigarette, Johnny went to stand by the full sized window, looking down at the street below. Johnny watched all the important business people walk to work in their fancy suits and dresses, the occasional drunk walking past.

"Smokings bad for you, you know?" Said a quiet voice from behind him. Johnny spun around, cigarette in mouth and an empty glass of whisky in his right hand, his left hand pulling his wand out of his dressing gown. Johnny sighed and put his wand away when he saw it was only Sirius.

"You could've given me a heart attack," Johnny sighed, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Drink?"

"Aye, go on then," Johnny poured them both a drink and yawned.

"What brings you here to gate crash my anniversary trip?" Johnny asked, gulping down the whiskey in one. "Need something stronger."

"Dumbledore's orders," Sirius told him, following Johnny in gulping down the whiskey. "He insists on you and Hermione coming to the Headquarters for the Order. The Weasley's have been there two days already, Remus and I have been there since the night everything went down, Dani came when the school year was over, and every now and then the Order gathers for a meeting to discuss what's happening with Voldemort, the kids obviously aren't aloud."

"That's strange," Johnny muttered bitterly. "Dumbledore had no problem recruiting me to the Order as a spy, even though I'm a kid!"

Sirius stayed silent, playing with the cup in his hand.

"Why isn't Harry there?" Johnny asked, washing both glasses and putting them back in the cupboard so Hermione doesn't think they've been used. With a flick of his wand, Johnny's pack of cigarettes blended into the wall out of sight.

"Dumbledore's orders," Sirius replied, repeating himself.

"Harry's going through the roughest time in his life right now!" Johnny exclaimed quietly, hearing Hermione snore in the next room. "He needs people with him, and seeing as Jakob his off the grid, you're his godfather!"

"I know that," Sirius muttered bitterly. "But Dumbledore won't let me see him."

"Fuck Dumbledore," Johnny said angrily, his eyes flashing red. "You're your own man, Sirius, you have right to go see Harry and not make him feel like he's been isolated from our world. He's scared, angry, confused. What's worse is he's stuck with those horrible Dursley's."

"Yeah, yeah you're right," Sirius said, standing up straighter. "I think Remus, Dani and I will go see him at today. Do you think he'll be up around eight?"

"When he's with the Dursley's, yeah," Johnny muttered bitterly. "They'll probably have him up at six to clean the kitchen and then cook breakfast."

Sirius's eyes widened. He said a quick goodbye to Johnny and apparated back to England.

"Did I hear someone apparate?" Hermione asked tiredly, walking out of the bedroom in a pair of shorts and Johnny's white shirt from the night before. "And why do I smell cigarettes?"

"It was the guy across the hall from us again," Johnny lied quickly. "And as for the popping sound, I tripped and dislocated my shoulder so I popped it back in."

Hermione watched him suspiciously, but shrugged as she made her way behind the counter to cook.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Hermione asked, feeling Johnny's arms sneak around her waist and his lips kissing at her collarbone, just where she liked it. "P-p-pancakes or- fuck Johnny!"

Smut warning!
Johnny's right hand had slipped into her shorts, his index finger drawing circles on Hermione's already sensitive clit.

"I was thinking we stay here for a while," Johnny husked into Hermione's ear, and then nibbling at her earlobe. "Then a bit later we go to that little café just on the riverside.

"T-that sounds good," Hermione moaned.

"You're so beautiful," Johnny growled and moved his hands up from Hermione's waist and rested his fingers across the shirt, onto Hermione's breasts. Tingles of sexual excitement mounted up inside Hermione. With his thumb and index finger, Johnny grasped Hermione's nipples through the shirt and she let out a small whimper.

They grew hard and erect inside Johnny's grip and Hermione felt herself getting wetter as a jabbing sensation filled her groin. Hermione was caught up in the waves of arousal as Johnny pushed his throbbing erection between her folds this time.

Johnny twirled Hermione around, his red, Alpha eyes blazing with hunger and lust, making Hermione grin as her eyes turn purple in anticipation. Johnny slammed his lips down onto Hermione's  with a growl, kissing her deep and full of passion. Johnny's body pressed against Hermione's as their lips devoured one another, and Hermione felt his cock spring freely, so hard as it pressed into her stomach.

Johnny's hands roamed Hermione's curves and squeezed her arse, lifting her up and popping Hermione down onto the kitchen counter. Hermione wrapped her legs around Johnny's hips and ground herself against his growing erection. Johnny growled throatily as his lips traveled from Hermione's to her neck, Johnny bit softly into her neck, drawing blood and then cleaning it with his tongue.

"Johnny," Hermione moaned, her hands running up and down Johnny's firm chest, feeling the few scars he had there. "I want you."

"What do you want me to do to you?" Johnny growled, breathing hard as his claws dug into the flesh of Hermione's hips. His fingertips trailed lightly along the waistband of Hermione's shorts and her breath shook. Hermione opened her trembling legs wide, inviting Johnny to come inside.

"Fuck me!" Hermione growled as Johnny's fingers slid along her wet folds.

"I want to watch you cum first," Johnny murmured, rubbing her clit. Just that phrase alone nearly sent Hermione over the edge. Johnny's finger left her clit and Hermione whimpered at the loss. Johnny chuckled and started unbuttoning his shirt that Hermione was wearing. Slowly, Johnny slipped it down her shoulders, nibbling on them, following his fingers.

Hermione just shivered and let him take control. Johnny's lips grazed over one of Hermione's nipples and a tiny moan eluded her lips as he engulfed it into his mouth, gently sucking and flicking his tongue over the hard bud. Heat curled down Hermione's spine at his touch and she looked down at him through lidded eyes, meeting his gaze; predatory and fierce. Johnny smirked around her nipple right before he inserted two fingers inside Hermione, who gasped sharply, completely left at his mercy.

Slowly, Johnny started pumping inside Hermione's wetness and Hermione was right on the edge of cumming when his tongue flicked her nipple again and his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh... Hermione completely lost it, screaming out in pure pleasure. Johnny muffled her moans with his lips as Hermione came with a shudder around his fingers.

Johnny's fingers slipped out of Hermione and she whined at the empty feeling inside of her, already in desperate need of more.

"Please, Johnny..." Hermione whined in a desperate tone.

"Patience, baby," he teased with a toothy grin and started to slowly... too slowly, pull off his dressing gown. Hermione whimpered impatiently as he purposefully tortured her. When his dressing gown finally fell to the floor and pooled at his ankles, Hermione moaned at the sight of his large member and set of abs.

The only barrier left between them were Hermione's soaked shorts, but Johnny made quick work of stripping those off of her. Both of them were completely naked, Hermione's legs spread wide open, and in desperate need of his cock.

Johnny pulled Hermione so her legs were wrapped around his hips and the tip of his cock pushed into her.

"I need you," Hermione whimpered.

"I know, baby," Johnny smirked and began kissing and biting her neck as he slowly slid inside. "Mmm, so fucking wet and tight," Johnny murmured in Hermione's ear. Hermione bit her lip to silence her moans as Johnny's speed increased .

Hermione pushed the heel of her foot into Johnny's firm arse to push him in harder and deeper and Hermione nearly came as Johnny rammed into her. Johnny lifted Hermione up off the counter and completely impaled her on his cock as Hermione they moved their hips in unison. Hermione gripped Johnny's shoulders and her tits bounced as she slid up and down on Johnny's cock, with each powerful thrust they were closer and closer to cumming. Johnny captured Hermione's lips with his and she moaned into his mouth, feeling completely consumed by Johnny. Hermione raked her claws down Johnny's back and he groaned in pleasure and she bit down hard on his lip to further it, before licking up his blood.

"Cum," Johnny growled as he began pounding Hermione. Hermione buried her face in Johnny's neck when she began convulsing, tightening around his cock as she came. The cliff fell away and Hermione's body slammed against the shores as her climax tore through her. Hermione's eyes rolled, her back arched, and her muscles clenched Johnny's cock as rolling waves of heat coated her and she squirted all over Johnny's cock.

"Fuck, I love it when you squirt," Johnny grunted as he kept fucking Hermione. Johnny gripped Hermione's arse, and she cried out when he spanked her hard enough to leave an imprint as Johnny came inside her. Hermione moaned in approval when Johnny's load filled her and his thrusts slowed as he sat Hermione back on the counter. Hermione's legs were still wrapped around Johnny's hips and she held a desperate grasp around his neck while they both calmed down from their high.

"Holy fuck," Johnny murmured as he slid out of Hermione, resting his forehead against hers. Hermione met his gaze and smiled contently. Johnny's lips touched hers in a soft kiss before he pulled away.

"So, how about that breakfast?" Johnny hummed.

"Sounds perfect," Hermione giggled.