Soul Pieces

SOUL PIECES

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

A/N: I know I made Harry “suffer” last chapter…well, if you noticed the name of this chapter and remember first chapter…. well…. that’s it! I hope you enjoy it!
Oh, and sorry bout my poor grammar and spelling. As you may guess I am not a English speaker and don’t have a beta…so, again, I really sorry!

“Today is gonna be the day
That they’re gonna throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you.” – (Oasis- Wonderwall: this song isn’t mine.)

Chapter 10: Happy Birthday, my Hermione

As you may have guessed it took a long time for them realized how to destroy the fourth horcrux. They even went to Hogwarts’ library to research some spell books but nothing was found!
Hermione’s mind was working very fast. For some reason she didn’t believe that the horcrux could be destroyed using a spell.
She remembered the whole cup thing. The pattern. Her patronus didn’t only make her able to take the cup, but destroyed it too.
The locket’s trap was poison. Snake. So, a potion could be useless.
Riddle’s Diary: Harry destroyed it with the basilisks tooth (poison!). The trap…well, we really don’t know. I don’t think it had one. After all, it was with Malfoy.
But the diary was all about Riddle’s heritage. Slytherin. Snake…
“I got it!” She yelled happily. “Close these books! The answer isn’t a spell!”
“What is it?” Harry was very anxious.
“You, Harry,”
“What!”
And she told them her thoughts.
“Ok, Hermione. We got it, but how will Harry manage to destroy it? His patronus is a stag,”
“He will say he what he wants,”
“Er…Hermione…?”
“Parseltongue, Harry. You will order the horcrux to destroy itself. In parseltongue,”
“Bloody Brilliant.”
Harry put the locket on the floor (they were on his room) and spoke:
“Deeesssstroy yourrrrsssself !”
Slytherin’s locket began to float and spin. A green light appeared surrounding the object. A loud POW followed that and the locket fall broken on the floor.
The three friends hugged themselves and shouted:
“FOURTH PIECE DOWN!”
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September 19. Hermione birthday.
The Burrow.
Mrs. Weasley had insisted that Hermione would not celebrate her 18th birthday in some ‘mysterious’ place and with only the boys, Tonks and Remus. So, she prepared a little party at the Burrow. Not for many people, of course.
There were the Weasleys (excluding Ginny, who was in Hogwarts), Remus, Tonks, Moody, Professor McGonagall and Hagrid (They didn’t stay too long: they had to return to the school after all.), Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinet, Lee Jordan, Katie Bell, Leanne and to Harry’s DISPLEASURE, Oliver Wood.
He followed every Oliver’s movement like a Hawk. Every time that the Puddlemore keeper tried to talk with Hermione alone, Harry managed to prevent that.
The gifts time came and Hermione received many things. Most of them books. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gave her a beautiful jacket. The twins gave her a potion’s kit very similar to that they had given to Harry. Even Ginny sent a present (a diary, which Hermione thought very curious; the redhead girl sent also a letter apologizing for the howler…).
“Open mine, Hermione!”- Said Ron, who was a little nervous.
Even Harry didn’t know what his friend had bought.
When she opened the packet, Hermione gave a little gasp and hugged Ron.
“Oh, Ron! “The true story about Hogwarts’ founders”! It’s a very rare book!”
“Well, I had a little help from some portrait. I am glad you like it.”
Harry was about to give HIS present when Oliver Wood interrupted:
“’Mi, this is mine.”
Mi? MI? What the bloody hell!?
Oliver’s gift was wrapped in a very fancy golden paper. It was a little velvet box. Inside there was a beautiful golden wristwatch.
‘It’s beautiful, Oliver!”
“Read the inscription.”
“For a wonderful person, even more wonderful moments. Oliver.”
Prepare to die Oliver Wood!
“It’s really beautiful.”
She intended to give Oliver a hug but when she came close to him, he kissed her on the lips!
Harry closed his eyes. He just wanted to die. All his body seemed to shake. He could hear the twins’ cheers. Harry only opened his eyes when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Remus.
“She didn’t kiss him back, Harry.”
The young wizard shrugged.
“She can kiss who she wants. She’s a free person. I really don’t care.”
“Harry?”- He heard Hermione’s voice.
“What, Hermione?”- He snapped.
The girl frowned.
Remus could feel the ‘smell’ of fire.
“Your gift, Harry.”- The former professor said- “You didn’t give to her.”
“Oh. Take it,” he said giving her two packets. ”Open the smallest first. Of course I don’t know if these can compete with such wonderful presents you received.”
Hermione didn’t say a word. She just opened the smallest box. It was very similar to Oliver’s. Inside was a delicate silver pendant in the shape of a heart. Behind, it’s written: Friends Forever.
“Open,” he said.
Inside was a small picture of him, her and Ron.
With red eyes, she opened the other packet. To her surprise, it’s a green bottle and a card. She gave him a questionably look.
“Read the card, ‘Mione. You will understand. You can read it aloud, “
“Dear Hermione,
I know you too well to realize that you are dying to know what is this bottle. This bottle has my memories with you.
Just simple picks of seven years of friendship.
We could say that all began with a troll. But I don’t think so. It’s all began with Trevor. Did you remember? Neville’s toad? I will never forget that little bushy haired girl with a bossy voice entering Ron’s and mine compartment at Hogwart’s Express.
Of course, after that so many things happened.
The Troll. Fluffy and Norbert! The potion’s riddles…thank you.
Second year, even petrified you help Ron and I to discover about the Basilisk.
Third year, I don’t remember if I already say sorry for this year. Ron and I treat you so bad. “Pets and brooms over friends”, Hagrid said. I am sorry. But despite that, you did something I will never be able to paid: you saved Sírius’ life. Yes, it was you. Even if you were scared of heights and broken rules, you saved a man you didn’t even know. And the funny thing it’s that probably almost nobody knows the TRUE story. (“I didn’t know,” Remus whispered).
Fourth year. You were the only one who believed me. Only you. You never left my side, even with those hate letters you received.
Fifth year, sorry about didn’t listen to you. Sorry about you had almost died. When Dollodov hit you…my world stopped. If something had happened to you. Or Ron…. Sorry.
Last year, one more time I didn’t listen to you.
Yes, so many things…
This year things became a little different. We aren’t children anymore.
More than ever, I know that love, braveness, loyalty and friendship walk together.
Happy Birthday.
With Love,
Your Best friend,
Harry. “
The tears fall from Hermione’s eyes. Harry pulled her close to him and hugged her.
“You are the most important thing in my life, ‘Mione,” he whispered into her soft hair.
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As had been arranged, Remus, Tonks and the Trio would spend the night at The Burrow. Remus and Tonks were in the old Twins’ bedroom (they were living in a flat); Ron and Harry were in Ron’s room and Hermione’s in Ginny’s.
The house was completely silent. Every one seemed to be asleep.
Well, not Harry. The dark haired wizard was completely awake. He was lying on bed, wearing only his black boxer shorts. His eyes were opened, looking the ceiling. His heart was beating very fast, his breath seemed out of control. She was occupying every piece of his mind. Hermione.
He couldn’t understand why he feels that way. Why Oliver’s kiss had bothered him so much? He didn’t like her. Well, not in a romantic way. Of course, they had kissed. But, that was only a physical attraction. Nothing more.
Why I am feeling this way?
He couldn’t stand anymore. He took his glasses, lift from the bed and left the bedroom.
* * *
The light inside Ginny’s bedroom was on. He opened the door and entered. He didn’t bother to close the door behind him.
Hermione was looking through the window. She was wearing a silk nightgown. Harry could see she wasn’t even wearing a bra.
Merlin, she is so beautiful.
“Harry! What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you. I need to see you,” he answered looking straight into her brown eyes.
“It’s not wise, Harry. Someone could wake up,”
“No, everybody is sleeping. Only you and me are awake. And you know exactly why I‘m here,” he said walking towards her.
“….”
“Both of us want, need the same thing, ‘Mione. That’s why we can’t sleep,” and he began to touch her.
“Harry, please, we can’t…we can’t “ she pleaded, looking into his green eyes.
“Why? Why can’t we? I am sick of everyone telling me what I should or shouldn’t do! I want you, ‘Mione. I want you to be mine. I want to be inside you…”- he said holding her waist.
“Ha…”
(…)
“Happy Birthday, my Hermione.”
That night they became one.
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When Harry woke up he could see (the window was open) that was still dark. They didn’t have turn off the light and he was glad. That way, he could see Hermione’s naked body. She was sleeping with her back to him.
So Beautiful, he thought while kissed behind her neck and touched her butt.
“You are a pervert, Mr. Potter,” she said jokily, turning around and facing him.
“I am sorry if I hurt you, Mione,” he said, touching her chin.
“I am not going to lie and say that didn’t hurt. It’s painful. But it was wonderful at same time. And I read that the pain stops with (she blushed) practice.”
He raised an eyebrow. And climbed on top of her.
“Practice, hum? Interesting…” he said and began to kiss her jaw line and to caress her pubic hair with his hands.
“You are a very hungry boy, Harry James,”
“Man. I am not a boy anymore. And yes, I am very hungry. And only your body can feed me,”
“Oh, poor Harry!” She said, placing her legs around his waist. And then she whispered, “I am already wet.”
She didn’t need to say anything more. Harry needed to be inside her.
He began to thrust his penis into her sex. The movement became faster and harder. Harry could feel her nails on his back.
“Oh, Merlin! Why didn’t you fuck me before?” She practically yelled.
“You are so damn good!”
“Faster! Harder!”
“Hermione!”
“What the hell is happening here?!?”
Harry froze. That wasn’t Hermione’s voice!
Hermione buried her face in his chest; incapable to move.
Oh god, the door! I forgot to close the door!
Still inside her, he slowly moved his head to face a very angry person.
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A/N: He… He… He…so, what do you think? Did you like it? Who is the person? Any guess?
Kisses,
Sweet-Lemmon.