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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
13,497
Reviews:
51
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
Possession
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
And after I’d wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear
(Possession-Sarah McLachlan)
Hermione sighed. She had just three days to talk to Harry and knowing him, he wouldn’t be ready to talk until her time was up. She would still try her hardest to make him listen. On second thought, no. No. She said what she needed to say and they would have to move on. She had three days to rebuild their friendship. Yes, that’s what she wanted. Friendship. Right?
She slowly made her way to his flat. The door was wide open. There he sat on his leather couch watching the TV without really watching the tele. His raven colored bangs fell right over his green eyes.
“You need a haircut,” she said softly as she closed the door behind her.
“Eventually,” he said. He patted the cushion next to him. She willing obliged.
“So? Do you want to talk?” Her brown eyes stared into his green ones. She sat there with her hands on her lap fidgeting with the zipper on her jumper. Her eyes darted around the room for a moment until it stop at the cherry wood desk by the bay window. She saw her handwritten letter crumpled. “Did Ginny…?”
“No. She didn’t.” He turned away from her. “Hungry?”
“No.” She sighed. Harry was being childish. She decided to start the conversation, “Why didn’t you…I missed you. I’ve missed you so much Harry. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I wanted to apparate to you. I wanted you talk to you. I wanted to see you. I wanted to touch you,” she said quietly.
“Wanted? You don’t anymore?” He took her hand in his. With his thumb he traced circles around her palm.
“Why didn’t you tell me Harry? Why did you make me tell you? Why couldn’t you tell me you were getting married? Why couldn’t you write back?” Tears slowly started streaming down her face. She jerked her hand away.
When she said that, it shocked him into reality. She had given up a lot for him. She gave up the chance to be Head Girl. She went with him on every quest. She listened to him gripe about Ginny. She was patient with him when he was angry that they weren’t any closer to Voldemort then in the beginning. She gave up a chance to live her life the way she wanted.
She had changed in their final year. She changed herself. She started to date Ron, but he wasn’t good enough for her. He didn’t care for her the way she should’ve been cared for. He didn’t listen to her. That’s when she started distancing herself from Ron and stuck closer to Harry. At the end of the nights when they were away from Hogwarts, she would always go to Ron, but end up in Harry’s bed.
He remembered one night at Grimmauld Place fondly. When everything was wrong, he thought back to that moment and everything felt so right again. It was Christmas holidays. They had decided to come back Grimmauld to use the extensive library. That was Hermione’s idea. He on the other hand didn’t want to go back to that house, but since it was cloaked, it was the safest place for them.
It was Christmas Eve and Hermione fell asleep in the Library again. This time it was his turn to take her to her room. As he tiptoed into the library, he heard her stir and whisper his name to no one in particular. She didn’t look like she was having a nightmare. He just watched her from the door. She was plopped on the couch at the far end of the room right by the window. She sighed contently.
He walked closer to her. “Hermione,” he whispered. “Wake up love.”
“Hmm. Harry?” she rasped.
He picked her up off the couch and carried her to her room. As he placed her on her bed, she grabbed his hand, “Thank you. You know I love you right Harry?” she whispered.
“Yes love. I love you too.” He tucked her in and went to his room.
After an hour of restless sleep, Hermione came into his room quietly. She slipped next to him, under the covers. She draped his arm around her waist and scooted close to him until they were pressed together. She intertwined her fingers in his and he kissed her neck and they fell asleep.
She slipped out before Ron had woken up, but not before she softly kissed his forehead. That was his favorite memory of her, of them.
“What’re you thinking?” she snapped him out of his thoughts.
“About Christmas. About you. About everything that I didn’t say, everything I didn’t do. I’ve missed you Hermione.”
“Then why didn’t you keep in touch?” she whispered.
“I’ve started more letters than you can imagine. I didn’t know how to tell you that I needed you. I didn’t know how to tell you that I wanted you back here, with me. I didn’t know anything. It wasn’t until I read your letter that everything made sense. It wasn’t until I understood your words that I understood myself. I know why I pushed you away. I know why I never asked you to stay. I was such a fool for it. I lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me and now, I’m going to get married to a woman that I don’t think that I ever loved. She wasn’t you.” He finished that last line slowly. Tears were brimming in his eyes. She felt that he was sincere.
“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I don’t know what my life would be like without you in it. I don’t know what to do now Harry. I’m so confused. After I wrote that letter, I had every intention of making you want me, but now, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. I know that I can’t be here. I can’t watch you marry her. I can’t watch you give your life to her.” She quietly sobbed. She leaned on his shoulder drenching his shirt.
“Why did you wait so long, 'Mione? Why didn't you tell me all of this before? I'm so confused now. I can't be with her knowing that I l....that you love me?” He held her tightly against him.
She moved away from him to the opposite end of the couch. “Harry,” she inquired. “Do you love me? This cannot be a one way street. Do you love me Harry Potter?”
He sighed deeply. His head said no, but his heart said yes. “Yes Hermione. I love you more than you can possibly imagine,” he said as he his head shook negatively.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “You git!”
He wrapped his arms around her waist and puller her on his lap. He buried his head on the crook of her neck. “Why did you agree to be the Maid of Honor?” he whispered into her neck.
She sighed deeply, afraid to look him in the eye. “No matter what I might feel about your relationship with me or Ginny, I'm still her best-friend. She asked me and I said yes. I never thought in a million years that you could care for me the way that I care for you. I wanted to tell you and I wanted that part of my life to be over and done with. I couldn't deny my feelings for you Harry. I didn't want to mess up our friendship either.” She waited for his reaction.
“Friendship? Friendship? Merlin I hate that word. So you came to help Ginny, because of your friendship with her? What about me? After writing that letter, how could you stand to face me?” He said angrily.
“Simply put, I never thought you would respond back. I thought you burned them or something. I didn’t know what you did with them. Just figured you’d chuck them out like Ron said you did. I never thought that you would read it. It was for my own sanity.”
“You’re sanity. Do you realize what you’ve done Hermione? I’m losing my sanity all because you wanted to keep yours. You’ve done something that I don’t know if I can ever fully acknowledge. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything.” His grip on her waist tightened. He breathed her in that moment. He knew that everything he said to her was such an utter waste. It was what he wanted for a long time. He just never thought that she would ever return his feelings for her.
In truth, he thought that she was too good for him. He told her on more than one occasion, but she never listened to him. In fact, she thought that he was too good for her. She didn’t think that he could possibly want someone like her and he didn’t think that anyone could want someone like him.
They just sat in silence, Hermione on Harry’s lap and Harry resting his head on her shoulder. If anyone saw this, they would say it was a sweet moment and it was. It wasn’t until she was wriggling on his lap that she felt the full effects of her touch to him. He pushed her hair back so her neck was exposed. He gently started to kiss it.
“You taste like vanilla.” He breathed her scent.
She chewed her bottom lip again. He couldn’t take it anymore. He faced her so she was straddling him. “Kiss me Hermione.”
“Kiss me Harry.” She cocked her brow.
“Vixen.” He licked his lips and attacked her mouth. He dragged her off the couch and in to his bedroom.
Hermione eyes widen at the sight of the master bedroom. “Gryffindor colors. How typical!”she remarked.
Harry stood back, “Wait. Hermione Granger is calling me typical? I never I thought I'd see the day...” Before he could finish his sentence, she attacked him. She pushed him on to the bed. His head the pillows and within moments Hermione was straddling him.
A/N: I updated. I didn't think that I would so quickly, but I hate when other writers leave me hanging so...um the next chapter is the smut scene. I'm writing as it comes to me. I want to make this scene perfect, well as close to it as I can. It should be done soon. I hope. I want to make you feel every emotion, every touch etc. Anyways, I'll update soon!! REVIEW..REVIEW....REVIEW...:-)
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
And after I’d wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear
(Possession-Sarah McLachlan)
Hermione sighed. She had just three days to talk to Harry and knowing him, he wouldn’t be ready to talk until her time was up. She would still try her hardest to make him listen. On second thought, no. No. She said what she needed to say and they would have to move on. She had three days to rebuild their friendship. Yes, that’s what she wanted. Friendship. Right?
She slowly made her way to his flat. The door was wide open. There he sat on his leather couch watching the TV without really watching the tele. His raven colored bangs fell right over his green eyes.
“You need a haircut,” she said softly as she closed the door behind her.
“Eventually,” he said. He patted the cushion next to him. She willing obliged.
“So? Do you want to talk?” Her brown eyes stared into his green ones. She sat there with her hands on her lap fidgeting with the zipper on her jumper. Her eyes darted around the room for a moment until it stop at the cherry wood desk by the bay window. She saw her handwritten letter crumpled. “Did Ginny…?”
“No. She didn’t.” He turned away from her. “Hungry?”
“No.” She sighed. Harry was being childish. She decided to start the conversation, “Why didn’t you…I missed you. I’ve missed you so much Harry. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I wanted to apparate to you. I wanted you talk to you. I wanted to see you. I wanted to touch you,” she said quietly.
“Wanted? You don’t anymore?” He took her hand in his. With his thumb he traced circles around her palm.
“Why didn’t you tell me Harry? Why did you make me tell you? Why couldn’t you tell me you were getting married? Why couldn’t you write back?” Tears slowly started streaming down her face. She jerked her hand away.
When she said that, it shocked him into reality. She had given up a lot for him. She gave up the chance to be Head Girl. She went with him on every quest. She listened to him gripe about Ginny. She was patient with him when he was angry that they weren’t any closer to Voldemort then in the beginning. She gave up a chance to live her life the way she wanted.
She had changed in their final year. She changed herself. She started to date Ron, but he wasn’t good enough for her. He didn’t care for her the way she should’ve been cared for. He didn’t listen to her. That’s when she started distancing herself from Ron and stuck closer to Harry. At the end of the nights when they were away from Hogwarts, she would always go to Ron, but end up in Harry’s bed.
He remembered one night at Grimmauld Place fondly. When everything was wrong, he thought back to that moment and everything felt so right again. It was Christmas holidays. They had decided to come back Grimmauld to use the extensive library. That was Hermione’s idea. He on the other hand didn’t want to go back to that house, but since it was cloaked, it was the safest place for them.
It was Christmas Eve and Hermione fell asleep in the Library again. This time it was his turn to take her to her room. As he tiptoed into the library, he heard her stir and whisper his name to no one in particular. She didn’t look like she was having a nightmare. He just watched her from the door. She was plopped on the couch at the far end of the room right by the window. She sighed contently.
He walked closer to her. “Hermione,” he whispered. “Wake up love.”
“Hmm. Harry?” she rasped.
He picked her up off the couch and carried her to her room. As he placed her on her bed, she grabbed his hand, “Thank you. You know I love you right Harry?” she whispered.
“Yes love. I love you too.” He tucked her in and went to his room.
After an hour of restless sleep, Hermione came into his room quietly. She slipped next to him, under the covers. She draped his arm around her waist and scooted close to him until they were pressed together. She intertwined her fingers in his and he kissed her neck and they fell asleep.
She slipped out before Ron had woken up, but not before she softly kissed his forehead. That was his favorite memory of her, of them.
“What’re you thinking?” she snapped him out of his thoughts.
“About Christmas. About you. About everything that I didn’t say, everything I didn’t do. I’ve missed you Hermione.”
“Then why didn’t you keep in touch?” she whispered.
“I’ve started more letters than you can imagine. I didn’t know how to tell you that I needed you. I didn’t know how to tell you that I wanted you back here, with me. I didn’t know anything. It wasn’t until I read your letter that everything made sense. It wasn’t until I understood your words that I understood myself. I know why I pushed you away. I know why I never asked you to stay. I was such a fool for it. I lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me and now, I’m going to get married to a woman that I don’t think that I ever loved. She wasn’t you.” He finished that last line slowly. Tears were brimming in his eyes. She felt that he was sincere.
“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I don’t know what my life would be like without you in it. I don’t know what to do now Harry. I’m so confused. After I wrote that letter, I had every intention of making you want me, but now, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. I know that I can’t be here. I can’t watch you marry her. I can’t watch you give your life to her.” She quietly sobbed. She leaned on his shoulder drenching his shirt.
“Why did you wait so long, 'Mione? Why didn't you tell me all of this before? I'm so confused now. I can't be with her knowing that I l....that you love me?” He held her tightly against him.
She moved away from him to the opposite end of the couch. “Harry,” she inquired. “Do you love me? This cannot be a one way street. Do you love me Harry Potter?”
He sighed deeply. His head said no, but his heart said yes. “Yes Hermione. I love you more than you can possibly imagine,” he said as he his head shook negatively.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “You git!”
He wrapped his arms around her waist and puller her on his lap. He buried his head on the crook of her neck. “Why did you agree to be the Maid of Honor?” he whispered into her neck.
She sighed deeply, afraid to look him in the eye. “No matter what I might feel about your relationship with me or Ginny, I'm still her best-friend. She asked me and I said yes. I never thought in a million years that you could care for me the way that I care for you. I wanted to tell you and I wanted that part of my life to be over and done with. I couldn't deny my feelings for you Harry. I didn't want to mess up our friendship either.” She waited for his reaction.
“Friendship? Friendship? Merlin I hate that word. So you came to help Ginny, because of your friendship with her? What about me? After writing that letter, how could you stand to face me?” He said angrily.
“Simply put, I never thought you would respond back. I thought you burned them or something. I didn’t know what you did with them. Just figured you’d chuck them out like Ron said you did. I never thought that you would read it. It was for my own sanity.”
“You’re sanity. Do you realize what you’ve done Hermione? I’m losing my sanity all because you wanted to keep yours. You’ve done something that I don’t know if I can ever fully acknowledge. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything.” His grip on her waist tightened. He breathed her in that moment. He knew that everything he said to her was such an utter waste. It was what he wanted for a long time. He just never thought that she would ever return his feelings for her.
In truth, he thought that she was too good for him. He told her on more than one occasion, but she never listened to him. In fact, she thought that he was too good for her. She didn’t think that he could possibly want someone like her and he didn’t think that anyone could want someone like him.
They just sat in silence, Hermione on Harry’s lap and Harry resting his head on her shoulder. If anyone saw this, they would say it was a sweet moment and it was. It wasn’t until she was wriggling on his lap that she felt the full effects of her touch to him. He pushed her hair back so her neck was exposed. He gently started to kiss it.
“You taste like vanilla.” He breathed her scent.
She chewed her bottom lip again. He couldn’t take it anymore. He faced her so she was straddling him. “Kiss me Hermione.”
“Kiss me Harry.” She cocked her brow.
“Vixen.” He licked his lips and attacked her mouth. He dragged her off the couch and in to his bedroom.
Hermione eyes widen at the sight of the master bedroom. “Gryffindor colors. How typical!”she remarked.
Harry stood back, “Wait. Hermione Granger is calling me typical? I never I thought I'd see the day...” Before he could finish his sentence, she attacked him. She pushed him on to the bed. His head the pillows and within moments Hermione was straddling him.
A/N: I updated. I didn't think that I would so quickly, but I hate when other writers leave me hanging so...um the next chapter is the smut scene. I'm writing as it comes to me. I want to make this scene perfect, well as close to it as I can. It should be done soon. I hope. I want to make you feel every emotion, every touch etc. Anyways, I'll update soon!! REVIEW..REVIEW....REVIEW...:-)