Harry Potter and Changing Destinies
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
68
Views:
24,768
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
1
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.
chapter 23
Chapter 23
Back with Hermione and Harry…
Finally, they broke apart just enough to find each other’s lips in a heated kiss that only broke for air. When they did come up for air about the third time Hermione stepped away before things could get carried away promising that later they could get as out of hand as he wanted, but they had things to discuss, serious things.
So, they pulled out chairs and sat at the table in their room. While Hermione got things organized so they could write notes or facts down from the books they read that they thought might be helpful Harry picked up a book and began reading.
“How is it he knows me so well? Most men, especially just married men who had just had a fight with their wives, would be more jealous of where she went with another man? Would make some move when she said they had serious business to discuss? How did she get so lucky as to find the one man for her, the right man for her, the man who understands how she is and how she thinks so well? How could she ever of dreamed of hurting Harry even if it was with her words? How could she not have known she was hurting him?”
As she looked up from the book she was skimming yet again for information, the thoughts rushed through her mind making her hate herself. She watched as Harry’s whole body seemed to focus on what he was doing. How could she not have noticed over the years how focused and serious Harry could be when it came to studying or researching. How his eyes would read the pages as if they held secrets only he could find. How his eyes ran through the lines, paragraphs, chapters, etc. as if they were snails taking their time as to understand every little detail. How his fingers followed so he wouldn’t miss one thing that might help him. How his body leaned towards the table and book as if to protect something precious.
Suddenly, she couldn’t stand it anymore and blurted, “I’m sorry, Harry.”
Harry looked up surprised from his concentration and looked at her confused for a moment. Then he smiled and replied, “Its alright, I know our connection has always miffed you and you have this inferiority complex that I don’t know why you think should matter at all. You’re the most amazing person I know…”
“No, Harry I mean….well yes I sorry for that too, but I mean I’m sorry for hurting you with all my awards and grades and asking how you did. Treating you like you weren’t as smart when I know you are. I’m sorry.”
Harry looked at her like she’d gone nuts and then laughed, “That’s what Ali told you that upset you so much, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“But, nothing. Yes, it hurt when I thought you didn’t think I could pull something off without you and I knew I could, but Dear I love you. I love how smart you are and now you know how smart I am. So, were good. We match, we fit that’s why I need you. We complement each other,” Harry said as he reached for her hand and rubbed her wedding band with his thumb.
After this they began looking again but this time they held hands and sat side by side while doing it. After about an hour or so they were about to give up and call for dinner to be brought to their room so they could have some “together time” and then eat. Well, that is after they bathed they were tired and sore from sitting in one position to long. When suddenly, Hermione who was reading her notes over asked Harry who the last of the Peverell brothers might be related too so they could figure out where all the Deathly Hallows were. They knew the wand went from victor to victor and they had already figured out that Dumbledore must have won it from Grindelwald, but who won it from him? Then it hit them like a dragon in the room, Draco! Draco had the wand! Harry had the cloak! But that still left the stone. Where was the stone? Suddenly, something Harry had seen struck him and he gasped in surprise shocking Hermione.
“What Harry? What is it?”
“I’m related to the third brother! I remember now, I saw his name on the Potter family tree, near the top with his brothers’ names. I’m a direct descendant of Ignotus. The cloak my dad had was his cloak. And I bet you, though this is only a guess, speculation, I’m supposed to be master of all three. I don’t know how I know this, but I have this feeling. I need to win the wand from Draco and find the stone and then I’ll have all three.”
“What! What? Just a freaking second, you’re related to the Peverell brothers? Are you sure about all this Harry, you could be grasping at straws?”
“I’m sure, Mione. I’m sure.”
“Okay, I trust you.”
“We should tell Ali and Draco,” Harry said rushing to the door.
“No! Harry, wait until tomorrow Draco and Ali need some time to reconnect.”
“Oh, you’re right, they do,” Harry said watching Hermione’s face. Seeing her eyes turn sad he came to her.
Holding her close he lifted her chin up to make her face him and said, “You know, I think we need to reconnect too? If my calculations are correct we haven’t connected since about an hour before we met with Ali and Draco this morning,” Harry said with a leer hoping and succeeding to get Hermione to laugh.
Hermione while laughing wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist and replied while nipping at his neck in just the right stop to make him groan, “I believe your right, Dear, we do need to reconnect…but where?”
“Tub? Bed? The floor, I don’t care!” Harry said starting to get frustrated with Hermione’s teasing which had moved from nips on the neck to kisses and licks on his neck and collarbone and a wandering hand below the belt, literally.
“Ummm, all wonderful choices if I do say so, but I think for this reconnecting session we go with the many times out down but wonderfully comfortable bed.”
“As you wish, My Dear Mione,” Harry said as he kissed her and lifting her while he held her carried her to the bed. Where they proceeded to reconnect in every way possible for the next few hours though they didn’t really focus on the time.
Reluctantly, Harry rose from the tangled collection of limbs, blankets, and sheets that was on the bed and began to get dressed. As he was pulling on his shoes Hermione reached over to run her hand down his back and said tiredly, “Where you headed?”
“I need to talk to Draco about something. You just stay here and wait for me. I’ll be right back I promise, Luv,” Harry said kissing her deeply and then leaving the room to find Jensen seeing as he didn’t want his sister to freeze his bits off for interrupting her and Draco yet again. He liked his bits. He and his bits had a connection. He needed them if he ever planned to have kids.
Back with Hermione and Harry…
Finally, they broke apart just enough to find each other’s lips in a heated kiss that only broke for air. When they did come up for air about the third time Hermione stepped away before things could get carried away promising that later they could get as out of hand as he wanted, but they had things to discuss, serious things.
So, they pulled out chairs and sat at the table in their room. While Hermione got things organized so they could write notes or facts down from the books they read that they thought might be helpful Harry picked up a book and began reading.
“How is it he knows me so well? Most men, especially just married men who had just had a fight with their wives, would be more jealous of where she went with another man? Would make some move when she said they had serious business to discuss? How did she get so lucky as to find the one man for her, the right man for her, the man who understands how she is and how she thinks so well? How could she ever of dreamed of hurting Harry even if it was with her words? How could she not have known she was hurting him?”
As she looked up from the book she was skimming yet again for information, the thoughts rushed through her mind making her hate herself. She watched as Harry’s whole body seemed to focus on what he was doing. How could she not have noticed over the years how focused and serious Harry could be when it came to studying or researching. How his eyes would read the pages as if they held secrets only he could find. How his eyes ran through the lines, paragraphs, chapters, etc. as if they were snails taking their time as to understand every little detail. How his fingers followed so he wouldn’t miss one thing that might help him. How his body leaned towards the table and book as if to protect something precious.
Suddenly, she couldn’t stand it anymore and blurted, “I’m sorry, Harry.”
Harry looked up surprised from his concentration and looked at her confused for a moment. Then he smiled and replied, “Its alright, I know our connection has always miffed you and you have this inferiority complex that I don’t know why you think should matter at all. You’re the most amazing person I know…”
“No, Harry I mean….well yes I sorry for that too, but I mean I’m sorry for hurting you with all my awards and grades and asking how you did. Treating you like you weren’t as smart when I know you are. I’m sorry.”
Harry looked at her like she’d gone nuts and then laughed, “That’s what Ali told you that upset you so much, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“But, nothing. Yes, it hurt when I thought you didn’t think I could pull something off without you and I knew I could, but Dear I love you. I love how smart you are and now you know how smart I am. So, were good. We match, we fit that’s why I need you. We complement each other,” Harry said as he reached for her hand and rubbed her wedding band with his thumb.
After this they began looking again but this time they held hands and sat side by side while doing it. After about an hour or so they were about to give up and call for dinner to be brought to their room so they could have some “together time” and then eat. Well, that is after they bathed they were tired and sore from sitting in one position to long. When suddenly, Hermione who was reading her notes over asked Harry who the last of the Peverell brothers might be related too so they could figure out where all the Deathly Hallows were. They knew the wand went from victor to victor and they had already figured out that Dumbledore must have won it from Grindelwald, but who won it from him? Then it hit them like a dragon in the room, Draco! Draco had the wand! Harry had the cloak! But that still left the stone. Where was the stone? Suddenly, something Harry had seen struck him and he gasped in surprise shocking Hermione.
“What Harry? What is it?”
“I’m related to the third brother! I remember now, I saw his name on the Potter family tree, near the top with his brothers’ names. I’m a direct descendant of Ignotus. The cloak my dad had was his cloak. And I bet you, though this is only a guess, speculation, I’m supposed to be master of all three. I don’t know how I know this, but I have this feeling. I need to win the wand from Draco and find the stone and then I’ll have all three.”
“What! What? Just a freaking second, you’re related to the Peverell brothers? Are you sure about all this Harry, you could be grasping at straws?”
“I’m sure, Mione. I’m sure.”
“Okay, I trust you.”
“We should tell Ali and Draco,” Harry said rushing to the door.
“No! Harry, wait until tomorrow Draco and Ali need some time to reconnect.”
“Oh, you’re right, they do,” Harry said watching Hermione’s face. Seeing her eyes turn sad he came to her.
Holding her close he lifted her chin up to make her face him and said, “You know, I think we need to reconnect too? If my calculations are correct we haven’t connected since about an hour before we met with Ali and Draco this morning,” Harry said with a leer hoping and succeeding to get Hermione to laugh.
Hermione while laughing wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist and replied while nipping at his neck in just the right stop to make him groan, “I believe your right, Dear, we do need to reconnect…but where?”
“Tub? Bed? The floor, I don’t care!” Harry said starting to get frustrated with Hermione’s teasing which had moved from nips on the neck to kisses and licks on his neck and collarbone and a wandering hand below the belt, literally.
“Ummm, all wonderful choices if I do say so, but I think for this reconnecting session we go with the many times out down but wonderfully comfortable bed.”
“As you wish, My Dear Mione,” Harry said as he kissed her and lifting her while he held her carried her to the bed. Where they proceeded to reconnect in every way possible for the next few hours though they didn’t really focus on the time.
Reluctantly, Harry rose from the tangled collection of limbs, blankets, and sheets that was on the bed and began to get dressed. As he was pulling on his shoes Hermione reached over to run her hand down his back and said tiredly, “Where you headed?”
“I need to talk to Draco about something. You just stay here and wait for me. I’ll be right back I promise, Luv,” Harry said kissing her deeply and then leaving the room to find Jensen seeing as he didn’t want his sister to freeze his bits off for interrupting her and Draco yet again. He liked his bits. He and his bits had a connection. He needed them if he ever planned to have kids.