Return To Me

Return to Me
Chapter 2 - Aftermath of the Escape

"I can't believe we escaped!" Hermione gasped. "That was You-Know Who himself! I'm sorry Harry. It is my fault all this happened."
Months have passed since Harry Potter left the Burrow with his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. So much has happened, but the biggest and most shocking was that Ron, in an episode of rage, left the remaining two alone to journey in hopes to find and destroy the remaining Horcrux's. But without Ron, Harry and Hermione have fended well together. Hermione had taken it especially hard and she cries herself to sleep most nights. But Harry felt betrayed. His best friend, the first true friend he ever made, abandoned him to go back to a life of luxury of Hogwarts, or wherever he was.
Now, Christmas Day of all times, Harry and Hermione return from another near-death escape. This time, Voldemort himself had arrived to finally silence Harry once and for all. But Hermione acted quickly, and grabbed Harry just in time. She Apparated them safely far from the danger. Harry owed Hermione his life.
"It isn't your fault Hermione" Harry said, barely able to speak. "I wanted to go. I thought Bathilda may be able to help us. But I was wrong and it is my fault. If you didn't come I would have been killed."
Hermione blushed, although Harry took no notice to it. He was convinced that she only agreed to go with him to shut him up about going in the first place. But Harry knew that if Ron had still been there the trip would have occurred much sooner than it had. And he also knew the outcome would have ended one or all three of their lives.
Harry looked up at Hermione. She was crying again. Thinking it was again because of Ron Harry tried to comfort her. "Hermione, it wouldn't have mattered if he was still here or not. Ron would have slowed us down and it would have possible cost us all our lives."
Hermione looked up, and stopped crying. "I'm not crying about Ron this time Harry. I'm crying because I almost lost you. You don't realize how special you are. If you are killed I know I can't finish what we started. The Horcrux's are your task and only you can destroy them. I just can't begin to do it without you."
Harry knew what she meant, but knew it was her doing that got them this far. If she hadn't come, he would have been captured back at the Burrow. Without her, he would have died more than once this year.
"Hermione, don't talk like that. You have saved my life several times so far on this journey. You don't realize your importance to me."
Beaming, Hermione wiped her eyes in her sleeve and ran over to Harry. She embraced him forcefully and toppled over on top of him. Both laughing, they get up off the floor. Still holding each other, Harry begins to fully appreciate all Hermione was. Sensitive, empathetic, intelligent, gifted. And, after all that has just happened, Harry noticed how beautiful she was.
"Harry, you can let go anytime" Hermione said, giggling quietly. Releasing her, Harry comments back "I didn't see you letting me go until I let go of you." Laughing again for the second time that night, Hermione suggested that they attempt to sleep.
Harry's dreams were strange. He was Voldemort arriving at Godric's Hollow. He, as Voldemort, killed Hermione as she tried to protect Harry. After disposing of her, he set his sights on the only remaining living target in the room. Suddenly Ginny, Ron, and Snape were there to defend him. As Voldemort he quickly and with ease murdered the three. Turning his wand on the Harry in the room, the two words were uttered without mercy in a high pitched scream. "AVADA KEDAVRA!!"
He woke with a start, and almost knocked into Hermione, who was kneeling by his bed. "Are you okay Harry?" she asked. Harry replied to her, a little more agitated than he should have been. "I'm fine. What the bloody hell were you doing staring at me?"
"I'm sorry Harry. I just had to talk about something with you. I was about to wake you and then you screamed my name. I got scared so I came over and you woke up. Are you sure you're alright? I can wait to talk in the morning if it would be better."
"It's okay. I'm glad you tried to wake me. I was just about to be killed in my dream." Harry walked over to where Hermione was and sat down. "We can talk now if you would like. What would you like to talk about?"
She thought for a few minutes, and finally she spoke. "Harry, this is hard for me to talk about, so if you will let me say it without interrupting me it may be easier." Harry agreed, but felt slightly uneasy. He didn't know what it was she wanted to talk about but he would let her speak.
"Harry, I think that you and I should make love right now."
These twelve words hit Harry hard. "WHAT?!!" Hermione, slightly embraced, continued.
"I just thought..Well, we..Uh. We could have died today and still could die anytime. I just don't want to die without knowing the pleasures that love has to offer. I always hoped that I would be with my true love, but I am not sure that I will live long enough to find my soul mate. This may be my only chance."
"Hermione, I..Uh..Well me and Ginny are..You know, kind of together." Hermione nodded, and Harry went on. "And I promised Ginny I would come back to her. As long as you are here with me we will return to everyone." They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. It was Hermione who spoke first.
"I know everything about you and Ginny. She told me in confidence everything you two did. But now I want you to make love to me as if I was Ginny. I don't know if we will live past tomorrow. And I want to know what it feels like to be loved. Please Harry? Do me one favor, as a friend?"
"Hermione, I just don't know if we should. I mean, you are pretty and I do love you, but I love you as my best friend. I think making love would change how we see and feel about each other. I do not think I am ready for such a step."
Hermione looked shattered, and tears began to swim in her eyes. Harry didn't know why, but he sat down beside her yet again, and put his arm around her. She buried her face into his shoulder and her silent sobs make Harry sorry he said anything. He placed his hand under her chin, looked at her deeply into her eyes, and placed a kiss on her lips.
Hermione didn't know how to react to his kiss. Should I try to kiss him back? Is this his way of saying he wants to make love to me? Does he want me to make a move? What should I do?
Harry could only imagine what Hermione was thinking. He knew her mind was racing to a conclusion on what his kiss meant. Her rational mind couldn't prepare her for everything in life. Harry knew she thought of this, but now that it is happening she doesn't know how to proceed. Harry broke away, and said "I owe you my life. If you want to make love to me then I will not refuse. Just promise me before we do anything that you will not see me differently than you do now. I want you to promise me we will still be the same two friends we are now. Please promise me nothing will ever change. Promise that after everything you will not regret it."
"I promise Harry."
Just like with Ginny, Harry didn't know what to do with Hermione. And Hermione, well learned in every aspect of book-learned knowledge, knew absolutely nothing of sex. Being away at Hogwarts and spending her summers at the Burrow, her parents never had the opportunity to explain sex to her. Even Molly Weasley, who was like a mother to her, never answered her questions about sex.
"Harry" Hermione began, "Do you know what to do?" Harry, thinking for only a moment, replied "I don't know exactly, but I do have a general idea. But you must know what to do. You are, after all, you." Hermione looked slightly disappointed. "As intelligent as I am, I do not know anything about love or sex. I was hoping you would know."
"All I know is that everything we do will feel natural and happen by instinct. At least I think that will be true. When I was intimate with Ginny, I didn't know what to do, yet I did everything right, or at least what felt right to the two of us."
Hermione sat in silence for several minutes, mulling over what Harry had just said. Finally, and with every bit of courage she could muster, Hermione said the words that frightened her as much as Voldemort's appearance had: "I'm ready."
Both of them sat in silence for several moments before Harry spoke. "I think we should start by removing our clothes." Hermione nodded slightly and stood up. "Harry, would you mind turning around while I get undressed please?" Harry couldn't help but laugh at this. "Hermione, we will eventually have to see each other naked so me turning around won't do too much." Hermione, realizing he was right, replied "Oh, yeah. I guess you are right. But lets do everything at the same time. We'll start with our shirts, then our jeans, and then our under garments. Is that okay with you?"
"How about we start by holding each other, then we try kissing each other? If that goes well then we can start removing our clothes." After saying this, Harry's thoughts went to Ginny and began to regret all of this. "Harry, that does sound like a good plan, but the longer we wait to remove our clothes, the less likely we will. But we should start by kissing each other."
Hermione moved closer to Harry, and nervously she leaned in for the kiss. The moment her lips pressed into his, Hermione felt total relaxation, as if this was truly meant to be. Though not her first kiss, this one she was sharing with Harry was by far the best of her life. Now more than ever was she ready for her first time to happen.
Harry knew that Hermione's kiss was better than Ginny's, more ferocious and gentle simultaneously, yet it didn't feel the same. It just wasn't familiar. But it felt wonderful to kiss Hermione.
Neither of them knew how long they stood kissing each other, but it was Hermione who broke it. "Harry, lets start getting undressed." Harry agreed, and instantly he had a brilliant idea. "Hermione I just had a thought. How about we remove each others clothes instead of our own? That may help us feel more comfortable in front of each other unclothed." Hermione looked at him for a minute before she spoke. "I don't know if that will help but it is worth a try."
Hermione made the first move. She reached for Harry's shirt, and slowly began to lift it over his head. Once it was removed Harry took his turn. Hermione whimpered slightly as her stomach was exposed, but she didn't stop him. The cool air made her shiver as Harry finally threw her removed shirt to the floor. Harry still needed to take her bra off, but he refrained from doing so until she was ready.
Hermione felt ashamed of herself, getting undressed in front of someone other than herself. She has always felt like this, not showering with the rest of the girls in her dorm or even wearing a swimsuit in close proximity of others. But now she felt as if she had betrayed herself, her morals. However, this was her idea and her decision. She had to do this, and if she doesn't survive this war at least she would know how it feels to be with a man. Her thoughts went to Ron, and how she wished he was still here with them. Then possible she and Ron could be having this experience together. Her feelings for Ron had grown stronger over the years, and she still has strong feelings for him even though he walked out on her, on them.
Harry waited for Hermione to continue. He knew she was thinking of Ron. Without another word, Harry decided to press on. He reached for her pants and undid her button with one hand and unzipped them with the other. Hermione shrieked. She was so deep in thought that she forgot everything else. Harry backed off, and waited for her to be ready yet again. He was feeling more uncomfortable and less like going any further.
But Hermione didn't want him to stop. On the contrary, she was ready for him to take off her pants. Her thoughts of Ron made her realize that he left her for his own way and not the path they were chosen for. This helped her realize how deeply she cared for Harry, and even more how much she cared for Ron. But Ron wasn't a true friend for he abandoned them.
"Please don't stop Harry" she said. "I want this. More than I did when I suggested it. I want to continue."
Harry didn't move. He was astounded at the dramatic change in Hermione. Dumbfounded, he stood silently. But Hermione wasn't going to just wait for him. She walked to him and in a blink of an eye Harry's pants were almost nonexistent. She had removed them so quickly that it caused Harry to fall over. "Easy Hermione" Harry exclaimed. "Are you trying to kill me?"
Hermione laughed, and without waiting for him to finish what he started, she took her pants off and tossed them to the side. Without waiting for Harry to get off the floor, Hermione unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Harry just stared, wide-eyed and not blinking at the sight of Hermione.
Harry couldn't compare Hermione's breasts with any other except for Ginny's, and Hermione's were larger and better defined. Perfectly round, without a mole or flaw, and ultimately beautiful. If he could make a guess, Harry believed them to be about a 36 C, although he really had no idea. Harry just couldn't believe their beauty.
Hermione noticed Harry had been staring at her breasts nonstop since she took off her bra. She thought for a moment and said "Like what you see Harry?" "I do Hermione. They are beautiful" Harry replied back, nearly passing out from lack of breathing. "I'm glad you do Harry" Hermione said back to him. "Would you like to touch them?"
Harry about had a heart attack with this question. Of course I do, he screamed inside his head. But just as with Ginny, Harry couldn't speak or move. But he didn't have time to say a word for Hermione spoke. "I'll give you two choices: You can touch them now or we can finish undressing and you can touch them as we make love. You choose."
Harry just stood there, flabbergasted. Hermione is acting very strange. First she is uncertain that they will evade Voldemort much longer and wanted to feel true love, and now she is acting as if she wants to make love for fun. His confusion didn't falter as he watched Hermione slid her panties down and kick them aside. Unbeknownst to him, his body and mind separated long enough for him to finish getting undressed.
Standing before each other, naked, Hermione spoke first. "Harry, I want you to be gentle with me, but not too gentle. This is my first time." Regaining his ability to speak again, Harry spoke. "This is my first time also. To be honest with you, I'm really nervous about it. What if I'm no good at it? What if Ginny finds out and hates me for doing it with you?"
"Harry, to be completely honest with you, I wish it was with Ron that I could be with for my first time. And 'when' Ron finds out, he can either accept the fact that we did this or he will lose his chance to be with me. And I say the same for Ginny. She can understand and stay with you, or she won't. And they will know, because if you don't say then I will."
Harry just didn't believe his ears. Hermione was so unlike herself. Could she possible be cursed? Or maybe someone impersonating her? The latter seemed unlikely, for she knew about Ron's leaving and only the two of them knew it. The rest of the Wizarding world believed him deathly ill. Cursed was a possibility but the curse would be out of range of the one who cast it. Could she just be expressing a deep feeling for Ron and I am the only one she is comfortable enough with? Harry's thoughts were starting to be nonsense.
"Okay Hermione. I'm ready when you are."
Hermione's heart skipped. Harry approached her, and she took his hand. Harry started to lead her to his bed, but she stopped. He allowed her to lead him to wear she wanted. But Hermione didn't lead to a bed. Instead she led him outside the tent, to the snow covered ground. The enchantments were still placed around camp, but Harry still felt exposed. They both shuttered as the cold air hit them.
"Harry, would you mind if we made love out here in the snow? I find it to be more romantic than the old tent" How could Harry refuse. She already had him out there and now she seems to be back to normal some, or at least what is normal as far as Hermione goes. "Sure Hermione" Harry said. But he still felt uneasy about making love to Hermione.
Hermione drew a fire up close to where they were. She also summoned a warm blanket for them to lay upon. "Hermione, I don't know much but does it matter what position we do?" Hermione didn't know what he meant by this. "How many positions are there exactly? I thought there was only one way to do it." Harry replied to her "There many different ways, but too many to name off. The main ways are me on top or you on top. Which would you prefer?"
Hermione didn't know what to say to this. "I always thought only the man was suppose to be on top. That is really how I was expecting it to be. Would you be on top?"
Harry didn't answer. Instead, he moved closer to her and motioned her to lay down. She hesitated, but in the end she did as he directed. Harry nervously began to kneel. He hadn't realized fully what he was about to do with Hermione. He hadn't noticed her trimmed pubic area. He wasn't aware he was aroused. Now that Harry was aware of everything, he was afraid but didn't back down. I'm doing this for Hermione, for myself he thought. Now he was truly ready.
Now hovering over her, Harry began to position himself at he virginal entrance. Just as he began to push his manhood inside, Harry said "Hermione, know that I love you. And I won't do anything to hurt you. I want you to promise me that if you are in too much pain that you will tell me to stop."
Hermione pushed herself into him, and when he reached her hymen she said "As long as I am with you I will be able to take the pain." She pressed into him hard, and he broke through the barrier. Wincing in pain, tears streaming down her face, Hermione only managed to say "I love you too."
Snow began to fall upon Harr's back. He stayed inside Hermione, not moving, allowing her to get use to him being inside her. Harry shifted his position a little, which in turn made Hermione moan out of both pain and pleasure. Then it dawned on it her: He isn't wearing protection! It didn't occur to her until just this moment. "Harry wait! With everything that was going on I never thought of contraceptive." Seeing the confused look on his face, she explained. "That means it will protect me from becoming pregnant. Birth control or condoms."
"I didn't even think of that. What should I do?" Hermione thought for several minutes, with Harry still inside her, before she thought of what to do. "I don't want you to stop until you are finished. When you achieve your orgasm, continue for as long as you can. I will worry about creating a potion to take tomorrow." Harry wasn't sure if he should release into her, but he trusted Hermione's judgment and agreed. Hermione, now becoming impatient, asked "Are you ready to continue? If you are waiting for me, I'm ready."
Harry hesitated, but not for long. He slowly began to thrust into her, taking his time and being very gentle. But that isn't how Hermione wanted it. "Harry, you can thrust faster and be a bit more rough than you are. I want you to." Harry accepted that she wanted him to act as he wished, but seeing the pain he was giving her at this pace, he was afraid to speed up. But as he attempted to thrust faster, Hermione cried out in pain. Harry stopped immediately, but Hermione decided to take control. If Harry won't listen to me, then I'll take charge she thought.
She made her move swiftly so Harry could fight or object. She quickly pulled him down onto her and rolled, farther than she anticipated. She rolled them both off the blanket into the deepening snow. Sitting upright, Hermione began to lift herself up and drop onto Harry's manhood. Harry was shocked that she was being so dominating, but didn't object. He was enjoying her treatment and wasn't about to stop her.
Faster and harder she went, pain and pleasure mixed and became one. Her screams terrified Harry, but he knew she would stop if the pain became too much to bear. He just lay there, mesmerized, as he watched her breasts bounced up and down. More ferocious Hermione's thrusts became, and louder and more terrifying her screams were. Harry knew he couldn't last much longer, so his thoughts shifted to Ginny. How he wished it were she thrusting onto him, but alas it was not.
Hermione felt what she believed was her upcoming orgasm, though she had never experienced one before. Now she felt very little pain, and her screams changed from pain to pleasure. She couldn't help but be enjoying this. Oh how I hope to experience this again she thought.
Harry couldn't concentrate on Ginny, for Hermione was pleasing him greatly. Finally, he just went with flow and began to help.
Harry ran his hand up and down her sides, to her knees and back to her hips, up her back and over her shoulders, resting them on her amazing breasts. Hermione moaned at his touch. She knew he was close, and so was she. She began to speed up her pace, becoming more aggressive and thrusting harder than she had been. Harry couldn't hold out much longer, but her wasn't about to finish without Hermione.
Harry's hand left her breasts, and rested on her hips. He got a good hold of her and lifted her as he pulled away, then brought her down quickly and very hard as he thrust back into her. Seeing that she enjoyed this, Harry again and again repeated this, speeding up with each thrust until he could go no faster. This was too much for Hermione to take any longer.
"HAARRRRRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. That was all Harry needed to hear. With three final thrusts, the final driving him into her deeply, Harry exploded inside of her. "HERMIIOONNNNEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he exclaimed. With each spasm, Harry thrust slightly deeper and deeper into Hermione. Both continued experiencing their climax well into five minutes. It was the greatest feeling in the world, and they both were sharing it together.
The feeling subsided after an additional ten minutes. Hermione forced herself off of him, though she wished he could remain inside of her forever. Harry's softening member slid out with ease. Hermione lay down next to him, snow still falling onto both of their exposed bodies. But it didn't take long for Harry to begin to feel like he was being watched. And even less time for it to be confirmed.
"Nice show Potter. But I think Granger could have faked it better."
Harry recognized the voice of Draco Malfoy right away. Scrambling to his feet he heard 'CRUCIO' uttered, but not by Malfoy. The pain drove Harry to tears as he realized the Hermione Granger was standing above him, wand raised and pointed at him, firing the torture curse at him.
"Hermione, why?"
"You fool. Haven't you wondered how we escaped from the Dark Lord so easily? How I found you easily in Bathilda's house?" Harry watched in horror as Voldemort stepped into the light, accompanied by his Death Eaters. Hermione continued. "Why do you think Ron left? The answer is: I've been opposing you from the start. I converted Ron last year and ever since then we have done everything to get you this far. Now you are weak from exhaustion and vulnerable. The Dark Lord should have no difficulties in finally disposing of you once and for all!"
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing, and wasn't expecting what he saw next.
Ron became visible amongst the sea of Death Eaters. He spoke softly, so unlike him. "Harry, you'd've been a bloody lunatic not to join him. The war is over, he has won. I saw it long ago. But you and Dumbledore couldn't see what was happening all around. There was no way we could talk you into joining him. So Hermione and I decided to wait until we knew exactly what Dumbledore was planning. Then we could stop you. Sorry mate, but you brought this on yourself."
It all started to make sense now. Harry remembered back to everything that has happened on this journey. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen it sooner. Hermione and Ron having secret conversations, the places they went were of Hermione's choosing, the arguments they had, everything.
Harry watched in horror as Voldemort stepped forward and withdrew his wand. "Harry Potter" he said, smiling. "The Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived. How long I waited for this moment. You death will come swiftly, for I will not allow you to flee. Do you have any last words? Maybe a request for me to spare your life?"
"I do not beg, Tom Riddle!" Harry yelled, though he wished he hadn't. "You dare to speak to me in such a commanding tone?!" Voldemort's fury erupted. He didn’t hesitated with his decision. "Lord Voldemort does not forgive such arrogance. Prepare to die Harry Potter." Voldemort raised his wand for the second time this day.
"AVADA KEDA---"
Harry awoke suddenly, and ready to fight. Hermione was fixing breakfast and was startled at Harry's sudden waking. "Harry! Is everything alright? You have been screaming and moaning all morning. I woke you earlier to ask if you wanted me to make anything special for breakfast and you fell back to sleep."
"What happened last night Hermione?" Harry asked, want to know what had happened, and what was nothing but a dream. She answered "We barely escaped You-Know-Who last night. When we got here I placed the enchantments around and we went to bed. But are you okay?"
Harry was relieved it was nothing but a dream. "I'm fine now Hermione. It was all just a terrible dream."