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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
23,050
Reviews:
42
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Friends and Lovers
SOUL PIECES
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter
Chapter 12: Friends and Lovers
Ron and Hermione. Kissing.
Kissing.
Kissing.
“What the hell is happening here?”
SLAP!
Hermione had slapped Ron’s face and shouted:
“I can’t believe you, Ronald Weasley! How dare you?”
With tears falling all over her face, she ran upstairs.
Harry was even more furious now. He looked at Ron and punched him right on the face.
The redhead looked at him in surprise.
“Harry!” someone cried and held the boy, who intended to hit Ron again.
“Let me go, Remus!”
With a bit fear but with a little smirk on his face (only noticed by Remus), Ron asked,
“Are you crazy, Harry?”
“You were kissing her!”- The green-eye wizard shouted back, his face red because of the anger.
“Yes! I know! And I was going to apologize her if you didn’t have punched me! What’s your problem, Harry?”
“You were kissing her”- Harry repeated, this time almost like a whisper.
“She is not your girlfriend, or something like that, Harry. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”
Harry didn’t know what to answer. The true is, even him didn’t know why he was so upset.
Remus seemed to realize the little ‘battle’ inside the boy’s head.
“Hermione is Harry’s friend, Ron. I think if were you on his place, you would do the same thing. Now, why don’t you go upstairs and try to talk to her?”
Ron said nothing. What he wanted to know, Harry had just answered him.
“Sorry, mate”- Harry apologized.
“It’s ok. Well, I think I need to talk with Hermione. See you. “- He said, “Oh, let me bring my bag…”
When he was gone, Remus turned to Harry:
“Harry…”
“I don’t want to talk about this, Remus. Now, I’ll eat my breakfast.”
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Time had passed without many problems. Ron and Hermione were all right again with each other and the kiss was not mention anymore.
Harry was glad that Hermione had slapped Ron’s face but still he couldn’t stop think if Ron’s kisses were better than his. If Ron didn’t have been so “savage” she would have liked that.
IF IF IF IF !
The three friends spent their days training and reading (well, Hermione) about Godric Gryffindor. After all, as Dumbledore had said, a thing from Gryffindor or Ravenclaw could be a horcruxe. Gryffindor seemed to be the most obvious choice; maybe the hat or the sword. They had planned to go to Hogwarts to “talk” with the hat and Dumbledore but Professor McGonagall asked them to come after October 31st (meaning: middle of November).
So, they had to wait. For Ron that mean eat and read about Quidditch. For Hermione and Harry…well, for them that mean many things.
Their non-relationship was stronger than ever. But Harry or Hermione didn’t admit that. The sex wasn’t so urgent and hungrily. Some nights they didn’t shag. That didn’t seem so important anymore. Harry loved slept with her, only holding her tight, smelling her hair.
The only problem seemed to be a little sense of jealousy within the young wizard. He really didn’t like to see her talking alone with Ron. Or even Remus.
But things were about to change….
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It’s late. Maybe midnight. He really didn’t know.
As always, Harry Potter did his way to Hermione’s bedroom. And as always, he entered inside and closed the door behind him.
She was laid on her stomach reading a book. She knew he was there but didn’t move.
He smiled. That was their game.
She’s beautiful today. No. She is always beautiful. But I have to admit I love when she’s wearing only a large shirt and panties. So damn sexy…
Funny…I don’t remember this shirt…seems to be a Quidditch…Wait! What’s is write? KRUM! What the hell!
“What is this shirt, Hermione?”He practically yelled.
She jumped in surprise, but answered with a smiled (she had turned on and was at that moment laying on her back-book forgotten).
“Oh, it’s from Viktor. I received from him with a book. You know, birthday’ gift.“
“You received a birthday present from Krum? You never said anything.”
“I didn’t think it was really important, you know? But, do you want talk about Victor, Potter?”- She answered with a sly smile.
He got the hint. Why talk about damn Krum. He wasn’t there. He was in bloody Bulgaria. Who was there was Harry. And he planned to enjoy every minute.
“You are right, like always”- he said, on top of her “But I don’t fancy the idea of share this bed with him….”
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“What…”
He answered taking off her shirt.
“You pervert!”
He laughed.
“Yes, with honor”- he said while kissed her body. She was wearing only her panties.
However, this time, she didn’t want to be the only person naked in bed. But that was easy: Harry’s clothes “float” across the room.
“That’s so much better,” she said, her hands caressing his chest. She loved that!
He didn’t replay, only held her, even more tightly. She loved when he did that. And Harry loved the sensation of that she was his. Her smell. Her flesh. Her body.
The young wizard could stay like that forever, only feeling her heart beating. The penetration, or what else it could be called, happened so naturally that time which seemed they were born to do that.
The sensation that he is inside of her, made him the happiest guy in whole Britain; No, in the whole world.
“Oh, god, Harry! A little faster!”
“Hermione! You are so tight! So good!”
And even if “I love you’s” weren’t exchanged, that was clear that Hermione Granger and Harry Potter had fell for each other.
When Harry woke up it was almost morning. He knew he had to leave her room. It was a “Tradition” that he (secretly) hated.
But, that time, he was alone in the bed. He panicked, felling loneness and despair.
Where is she? She knows I need to go my room. I can’t leave without say “see you”. She never did that. Where is she?
As if she could answer he silently demand, Hermione returned. She was very pale. Her hands were trembling and her body was covered with sweat.
“Oh, god! What happened, sweetie?”- He asked in concern, leading her to the bed.
“I am not feeling well, Harry. I think I have a flu.”
He hugged her.
“It’s ok. Now, go. It’s almost morning. See you.”- She said, in a weak voice.
“Are you sure you will be alright? I can call Tonks if you want.”
“No, I’m fine. It’s just a flu.”
“If you say so, I am going to my room. See you at breakfast, sweetie.”
He kissed her on the lips and left.
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Tonks P.O.V
Nymphadora Tonks could be a funny person, an extravagant person. But she wasn’t stupid. Oh, no!
She watched in amazing the non-relationship between Harry and Hermione. And even if they had learned to use the silence charm, she knew (she was a auror, after all!) that the boy spent every night in Hermione’s bedroom.
She couldn’t comprehend why they didn’t expose their “situation”. Ok, that was Ron Weasley. But why didn’t admit to themselves? It’s a little ridiculous that talk about “it’s only physical, we aren’t together.” How people could be so blind?
However, when November came, the amazedness was replaced by concern and suspicion.
Tonks could see that Hermione wasn’t well.
The girl was paler than ever. She wasn’t eating and every early morning, the auror could listen the sounds coming from the bathroom.
When Hermione was asked she always answered that she got flu. The men of the house had bought it. Even Remus.
Oh, Merlin! Men are so thick!
It was a Saturday morning when Tonks knew the truth.
They are eating the breakfast at the kitchen’s table. Everybody seemed happy and healthy. Even Hermione. But it was until Wincky came with the eggs and bacon. When the food smell crossed the kitchen, Hermione became white (well, green). With a very weak ‘excuse me ‘ she stood up and ran.
“It’s the flu” someone said. And they continued eating.
But Tonks couldn’t take anymore. She also excused herself and left.
The young auror found Hermione in the bathroom, vomiting.
“You are pregnant, aren’t you?”
With hot tears falling from her eyes, Hermione Jane Granger nodded.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter
Chapter 12: Friends and Lovers
Ron and Hermione. Kissing.
Kissing.
Kissing.
“What the hell is happening here?”
SLAP!
Hermione had slapped Ron’s face and shouted:
“I can’t believe you, Ronald Weasley! How dare you?”
With tears falling all over her face, she ran upstairs.
Harry was even more furious now. He looked at Ron and punched him right on the face.
The redhead looked at him in surprise.
“Harry!” someone cried and held the boy, who intended to hit Ron again.
“Let me go, Remus!”
With a bit fear but with a little smirk on his face (only noticed by Remus), Ron asked,
“Are you crazy, Harry?”
“You were kissing her!”- The green-eye wizard shouted back, his face red because of the anger.
“Yes! I know! And I was going to apologize her if you didn’t have punched me! What’s your problem, Harry?”
“You were kissing her”- Harry repeated, this time almost like a whisper.
“She is not your girlfriend, or something like that, Harry. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”
Harry didn’t know what to answer. The true is, even him didn’t know why he was so upset.
Remus seemed to realize the little ‘battle’ inside the boy’s head.
“Hermione is Harry’s friend, Ron. I think if were you on his place, you would do the same thing. Now, why don’t you go upstairs and try to talk to her?”
Ron said nothing. What he wanted to know, Harry had just answered him.
“Sorry, mate”- Harry apologized.
“It’s ok. Well, I think I need to talk with Hermione. See you. “- He said, “Oh, let me bring my bag…”
When he was gone, Remus turned to Harry:
“Harry…”
“I don’t want to talk about this, Remus. Now, I’ll eat my breakfast.”
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Time had passed without many problems. Ron and Hermione were all right again with each other and the kiss was not mention anymore.
Harry was glad that Hermione had slapped Ron’s face but still he couldn’t stop think if Ron’s kisses were better than his. If Ron didn’t have been so “savage” she would have liked that.
IF IF IF IF !
The three friends spent their days training and reading (well, Hermione) about Godric Gryffindor. After all, as Dumbledore had said, a thing from Gryffindor or Ravenclaw could be a horcruxe. Gryffindor seemed to be the most obvious choice; maybe the hat or the sword. They had planned to go to Hogwarts to “talk” with the hat and Dumbledore but Professor McGonagall asked them to come after October 31st (meaning: middle of November).
So, they had to wait. For Ron that mean eat and read about Quidditch. For Hermione and Harry…well, for them that mean many things.
Their non-relationship was stronger than ever. But Harry or Hermione didn’t admit that. The sex wasn’t so urgent and hungrily. Some nights they didn’t shag. That didn’t seem so important anymore. Harry loved slept with her, only holding her tight, smelling her hair.
The only problem seemed to be a little sense of jealousy within the young wizard. He really didn’t like to see her talking alone with Ron. Or even Remus.
But things were about to change….
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
It’s late. Maybe midnight. He really didn’t know.
As always, Harry Potter did his way to Hermione’s bedroom. And as always, he entered inside and closed the door behind him.
She was laid on her stomach reading a book. She knew he was there but didn’t move.
He smiled. That was their game.
She’s beautiful today. No. She is always beautiful. But I have to admit I love when she’s wearing only a large shirt and panties. So damn sexy…
Funny…I don’t remember this shirt…seems to be a Quidditch…Wait! What’s is write? KRUM! What the hell!
“What is this shirt, Hermione?”He practically yelled.
She jumped in surprise, but answered with a smiled (she had turned on and was at that moment laying on her back-book forgotten).
“Oh, it’s from Viktor. I received from him with a book. You know, birthday’ gift.“
“You received a birthday present from Krum? You never said anything.”
“I didn’t think it was really important, you know? But, do you want talk about Victor, Potter?”- She answered with a sly smile.
He got the hint. Why talk about damn Krum. He wasn’t there. He was in bloody Bulgaria. Who was there was Harry. And he planned to enjoy every minute.
“You are right, like always”- he said, on top of her “But I don’t fancy the idea of share this bed with him….”
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“What…”
He answered taking off her shirt.
“You pervert!”
He laughed.
“Yes, with honor”- he said while kissed her body. She was wearing only her panties.
However, this time, she didn’t want to be the only person naked in bed. But that was easy: Harry’s clothes “float” across the room.
“That’s so much better,” she said, her hands caressing his chest. She loved that!
He didn’t replay, only held her, even more tightly. She loved when he did that. And Harry loved the sensation of that she was his. Her smell. Her flesh. Her body.
The young wizard could stay like that forever, only feeling her heart beating. The penetration, or what else it could be called, happened so naturally that time which seemed they were born to do that.
The sensation that he is inside of her, made him the happiest guy in whole Britain; No, in the whole world.
“Oh, god, Harry! A little faster!”
“Hermione! You are so tight! So good!”
And even if “I love you’s” weren’t exchanged, that was clear that Hermione Granger and Harry Potter had fell for each other.
When Harry woke up it was almost morning. He knew he had to leave her room. It was a “Tradition” that he (secretly) hated.
But, that time, he was alone in the bed. He panicked, felling loneness and despair.
Where is she? She knows I need to go my room. I can’t leave without say “see you”. She never did that. Where is she?
As if she could answer he silently demand, Hermione returned. She was very pale. Her hands were trembling and her body was covered with sweat.
“Oh, god! What happened, sweetie?”- He asked in concern, leading her to the bed.
“I am not feeling well, Harry. I think I have a flu.”
He hugged her.
“It’s ok. Now, go. It’s almost morning. See you.”- She said, in a weak voice.
“Are you sure you will be alright? I can call Tonks if you want.”
“No, I’m fine. It’s just a flu.”
“If you say so, I am going to my room. See you at breakfast, sweetie.”
He kissed her on the lips and left.
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Tonks P.O.V
Nymphadora Tonks could be a funny person, an extravagant person. But she wasn’t stupid. Oh, no!
She watched in amazing the non-relationship between Harry and Hermione. And even if they had learned to use the silence charm, she knew (she was a auror, after all!) that the boy spent every night in Hermione’s bedroom.
She couldn’t comprehend why they didn’t expose their “situation”. Ok, that was Ron Weasley. But why didn’t admit to themselves? It’s a little ridiculous that talk about “it’s only physical, we aren’t together.” How people could be so blind?
However, when November came, the amazedness was replaced by concern and suspicion.
Tonks could see that Hermione wasn’t well.
The girl was paler than ever. She wasn’t eating and every early morning, the auror could listen the sounds coming from the bathroom.
When Hermione was asked she always answered that she got flu. The men of the house had bought it. Even Remus.
Oh, Merlin! Men are so thick!
It was a Saturday morning when Tonks knew the truth.
They are eating the breakfast at the kitchen’s table. Everybody seemed happy and healthy. Even Hermione. But it was until Wincky came with the eggs and bacon. When the food smell crossed the kitchen, Hermione became white (well, green). With a very weak ‘excuse me ‘ she stood up and ran.
“It’s the flu” someone said. And they continued eating.
But Tonks couldn’t take anymore. She also excused herself and left.
The young auror found Hermione in the bathroom, vomiting.
“You are pregnant, aren’t you?”
With hot tears falling from her eyes, Hermione Jane Granger nodded.