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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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13,500
Reviews:
51
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Currently Reading:
1
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Fields of Gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
(Fields of Gold-Sting)
She continued to watch him as sleep was slowly overtaking her. She kissed his forehead and drifted off into her dreams.
When she woke the next morning, she found him gone. She grabbed his shirt off the floor. It was long enough to cover her mid-thigh. She walked into the living room, then took a right into the kitchen and found him humming happily to Muggle song she recognized as Field’s of Gold by Sting. He looked at her and sighed.
“Morning beautiful.” He said as he kissed her lips.
“Morning sexy.” she said playfully. She breathed in the scent of pancakes, blueberry pancakes and bacon.
“I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast in bed, but you seem to gotten up earlier than usual.” he teased.
“Well considering the loss of heat, yeah that would wake me up don’t you think?” she playfully punched him.
“Alright how bout this, it’s gonna be a while before this is done....”
“Yes dad.” she said joking at him. She leaned over the counter and kissed him on the cheek.
“Good girl.” He swatted her ass and pushed her out of the large kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later she came into the living room with the towel on and her hair dripping wet.
“Ready for breakfast, Hermione?” Harry yelled.
“Um...not really.” She dragged her suitcase into the guestroom. Harry came out of the kitchen to see the sight of Hermione with a towel around her. A lot of naughty thoughts ran through his head.
He licked his lips. “Wow.” He stood at the door way with his arms crossed.
“Ugh.” She left him standing there. After a quick drying charm, she reappeared fully clothed with a skirt and a tank top in the kitchen to see Harry singing the same song and placing the breakfast on the table
“Aw Harry. This looks amazing.” she gasped. The table was littered with pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs. She smiled when she realized how long it had been since he cooked for her.
“Well, it’s been over a year since we had breakfast together. So why not go all out.” He guided her to the chair opposite of him and poured her a cup of coffee.
They ate in silence, each thinking of the night before in which they were sprawled out on Harry’s bed. Both glanced at each other when they thought that no one was looking. Every now and then they would catch each other’s eye and immediately look down, blushing red.
There was also that 800 pound gorilla in the room and her name was Ginny. They didn’t want to talk about, they didn’t want to think about it, but they couldn’t help it.
It wasn’t until they heard a loud crack that they realized that this was just a frozen moment in time.
“Herms? Harry?” It was Ron. That was their wake up call. Harry looked at Hermione and a bittersweet smiled formed on her lips. She took his hand in hers and caressed it.
She pulled away, “In here.”
Ron walked into the kitchen to see food in front of him. He took a seat next to Hermione and kissed her cheek. “It’s good to see you Herms.” He grabbed a plate full of pancakes and started diving into them.
“Geez Ron! Didn’t eat this morning?” Harry inquired.
“Actually no. I came to get you too soon as I woke up.” he said quietly
Hermione looked at him. ‘Oh no!’ she thought. ‘He knows!’ She glanced at Harry and he didn’t seem to be bothered by Ron’s presence.
“What’s wrong mate? Is everything ok?”
“It’s Gin. She’s driving me mad! Why did you two decide to have the wedding at the Burrow?” Ron asked.
It hit them both at the same time. Their faces fell and the realization of what they had done was overwhelming to Hermione who quickly left the table.
“What’s wrong with her?” Ron asked in between bites of bacon.
Harry had the urge to follow her and comfort her. If only Ron weren’t there. He turned to Ron and said, “There’s something I have to tell you, mate.”
Ron’s eyes widened. It was as if he knew what was coming. “Did she finally do it?”
“Do what?” Harry inquired as he took his glasses off and wiped them on his shirt.
“Did she tell you about her feelings for you?” Ron said somberly.
“How’d you....? Never mind. Yeah.”
“And you told her too, didn’t you? You git?” Ron raised his voice. He stood up angrily that he knocked the chair backwards.
“Sorry Ron. I know it doesn’t even begin to cover it, but sorry.” Harry got up too and placed a hand on Ron’s shoulder.
“Oh Merlin, she must be crying right now.” Ron said quietly. “Go Harry. Do the right thing mate, tell Gin.” He apparated out.
“Hermione?” he knocked on the guest bedroom door. “Please? Open the door love.” She walked over to the door and opened it for him. “Oh ‘Mione. I choose you. I choose you.” He whispered into her hair.
“Oh Harry! What about Ginny?” she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
“I’ll tell her, tonight. I can’t wait any longer. I’m not gonna loose you. I love you.” He kissed her.
She moaned against his mouth. She snaked her tongue into his mouth and they danced to the rhythm of their heart. She pulled back. “We can’t, until you tell Ginny.” He nodded his head and sighed and placed a small kiss on her nose.
He walked her out of the room and they settled on the living room couch. They cuddled together. He just held her. That’s he wanted to do. He needed to touch her. He made up his mind. He chose her, his Hermione. He smiled at that thought. He didn’t care for all the problems that it would cause in the future. He didn’t care that he might lose the Weasley family. All he ever wanted was her. She was his world. She made him smile everyday. She made him laugh. She moved him in ways that he didn’t know it was possible.
It’s not that he didn’t have good times with Ginny, but he had great times with Hermione. He was devastated to find out that she had fancied Ron in fifth year, but he pretended as if it didn’t faze him. When she was attacked at the Department of Mysteries, his first instinct had been to find her, to save her. He couldn’t go on if he knew that something happened to her.
Then he started seeing Ginny. That wasn’t a mistake, but it was an error in judgement. She was Ron’s little sister. The only reason he was with her was because she wanted him. She just wanted him. She wanted the star of the Quidditch team. She wanted the boy who lived, not Harry. Hermione always saw him as just plain Harry. Even the day they first met on the train, he was just Harry to her. He was envious of Ron because of how close he got to Hermione. He was envious because he wanted to be the one to touch her.
The TV was on low and she wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled into him. It was comforting to him. She comforted him. Hours went by and they just sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company.
Harry looked at the clock. It was three in the afternoon. He untangled himself from Hermione and went to owl the Burrow. He would tell her tonight. He would tell her at dinner. He would give everything to her. He would give her his flat, the money that he made by being an Auror. All he wanted was Hermione.
He went back to Hermione’s sleeping form on the couch. He sighed in contentment. He was nineteen and he found the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with at eleven. He sat the edge of the couch and waited for her to wake up.
By the time that she woke again, he was sleeping. She went to the kitchen to wash all the traces of this morning’s breakfast away. Her stomach was growling and she knew she needed to eat. She prepared a salad for herself and Harry. When she went back to the living room, Harry was gone and a piece of parchment was on the couch.
‘Pick me up at five? I have something to tell you.’
She glanced at the clock again, four forty-five. He came out of the bedroom clean shaven and dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a white shirt. His hair was wet and he tried to smooth it down, but it wouldn’t be tamed.
“Don’t you look handsome?” she said as she took a bite of her salad. He walked over to her and she fed him some.
“Thanks. You got this shirt for me remember? Graduation Ball?” she inspected his shirt.
“No. The one I got you had blue pinstripes in it.”
He smirked. “It did. I didn’t really think they went with these pants.”
“Harry James Potter. I bought that shirt out of love and you go and do something reckless to it? How dare you!” she jumped up from the couch and swatted his arm.
“Merlin Hermione, if it means that much to you then alright.” He whispered a quick spell and the faint blue stripes were back. He grinned. He kissed Hermione passionately, like it would be his last.
“What was that for?” she asked him.
“Just know how much I love you. You’re going to be here when I come back?”
“Yes love. I’ll be waiting.” She kissed him again.
He stepped back and apparated out to the Burrow.
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
(Fields of Gold-Sting)
She continued to watch him as sleep was slowly overtaking her. She kissed his forehead and drifted off into her dreams.
When she woke the next morning, she found him gone. She grabbed his shirt off the floor. It was long enough to cover her mid-thigh. She walked into the living room, then took a right into the kitchen and found him humming happily to Muggle song she recognized as Field’s of Gold by Sting. He looked at her and sighed.
“Morning beautiful.” He said as he kissed her lips.
“Morning sexy.” she said playfully. She breathed in the scent of pancakes, blueberry pancakes and bacon.
“I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast in bed, but you seem to gotten up earlier than usual.” he teased.
“Well considering the loss of heat, yeah that would wake me up don’t you think?” she playfully punched him.
“Alright how bout this, it’s gonna be a while before this is done....”
“Yes dad.” she said joking at him. She leaned over the counter and kissed him on the cheek.
“Good girl.” He swatted her ass and pushed her out of the large kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later she came into the living room with the towel on and her hair dripping wet.
“Ready for breakfast, Hermione?” Harry yelled.
“Um...not really.” She dragged her suitcase into the guestroom. Harry came out of the kitchen to see the sight of Hermione with a towel around her. A lot of naughty thoughts ran through his head.
He licked his lips. “Wow.” He stood at the door way with his arms crossed.
“Ugh.” She left him standing there. After a quick drying charm, she reappeared fully clothed with a skirt and a tank top in the kitchen to see Harry singing the same song and placing the breakfast on the table
“Aw Harry. This looks amazing.” she gasped. The table was littered with pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs. She smiled when she realized how long it had been since he cooked for her.
“Well, it’s been over a year since we had breakfast together. So why not go all out.” He guided her to the chair opposite of him and poured her a cup of coffee.
They ate in silence, each thinking of the night before in which they were sprawled out on Harry’s bed. Both glanced at each other when they thought that no one was looking. Every now and then they would catch each other’s eye and immediately look down, blushing red.
There was also that 800 pound gorilla in the room and her name was Ginny. They didn’t want to talk about, they didn’t want to think about it, but they couldn’t help it.
It wasn’t until they heard a loud crack that they realized that this was just a frozen moment in time.
“Herms? Harry?” It was Ron. That was their wake up call. Harry looked at Hermione and a bittersweet smiled formed on her lips. She took his hand in hers and caressed it.
She pulled away, “In here.”
Ron walked into the kitchen to see food in front of him. He took a seat next to Hermione and kissed her cheek. “It’s good to see you Herms.” He grabbed a plate full of pancakes and started diving into them.
“Geez Ron! Didn’t eat this morning?” Harry inquired.
“Actually no. I came to get you too soon as I woke up.” he said quietly
Hermione looked at him. ‘Oh no!’ she thought. ‘He knows!’ She glanced at Harry and he didn’t seem to be bothered by Ron’s presence.
“What’s wrong mate? Is everything ok?”
“It’s Gin. She’s driving me mad! Why did you two decide to have the wedding at the Burrow?” Ron asked.
It hit them both at the same time. Their faces fell and the realization of what they had done was overwhelming to Hermione who quickly left the table.
“What’s wrong with her?” Ron asked in between bites of bacon.
Harry had the urge to follow her and comfort her. If only Ron weren’t there. He turned to Ron and said, “There’s something I have to tell you, mate.”
Ron’s eyes widened. It was as if he knew what was coming. “Did she finally do it?”
“Do what?” Harry inquired as he took his glasses off and wiped them on his shirt.
“Did she tell you about her feelings for you?” Ron said somberly.
“How’d you....? Never mind. Yeah.”
“And you told her too, didn’t you? You git?” Ron raised his voice. He stood up angrily that he knocked the chair backwards.
“Sorry Ron. I know it doesn’t even begin to cover it, but sorry.” Harry got up too and placed a hand on Ron’s shoulder.
“Oh Merlin, she must be crying right now.” Ron said quietly. “Go Harry. Do the right thing mate, tell Gin.” He apparated out.
“Hermione?” he knocked on the guest bedroom door. “Please? Open the door love.” She walked over to the door and opened it for him. “Oh ‘Mione. I choose you. I choose you.” He whispered into her hair.
“Oh Harry! What about Ginny?” she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
“I’ll tell her, tonight. I can’t wait any longer. I’m not gonna loose you. I love you.” He kissed her.
She moaned against his mouth. She snaked her tongue into his mouth and they danced to the rhythm of their heart. She pulled back. “We can’t, until you tell Ginny.” He nodded his head and sighed and placed a small kiss on her nose.
He walked her out of the room and they settled on the living room couch. They cuddled together. He just held her. That’s he wanted to do. He needed to touch her. He made up his mind. He chose her, his Hermione. He smiled at that thought. He didn’t care for all the problems that it would cause in the future. He didn’t care that he might lose the Weasley family. All he ever wanted was her. She was his world. She made him smile everyday. She made him laugh. She moved him in ways that he didn’t know it was possible.
It’s not that he didn’t have good times with Ginny, but he had great times with Hermione. He was devastated to find out that she had fancied Ron in fifth year, but he pretended as if it didn’t faze him. When she was attacked at the Department of Mysteries, his first instinct had been to find her, to save her. He couldn’t go on if he knew that something happened to her.
Then he started seeing Ginny. That wasn’t a mistake, but it was an error in judgement. She was Ron’s little sister. The only reason he was with her was because she wanted him. She just wanted him. She wanted the star of the Quidditch team. She wanted the boy who lived, not Harry. Hermione always saw him as just plain Harry. Even the day they first met on the train, he was just Harry to her. He was envious of Ron because of how close he got to Hermione. He was envious because he wanted to be the one to touch her.
The TV was on low and she wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled into him. It was comforting to him. She comforted him. Hours went by and they just sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company.
Harry looked at the clock. It was three in the afternoon. He untangled himself from Hermione and went to owl the Burrow. He would tell her tonight. He would tell her at dinner. He would give everything to her. He would give her his flat, the money that he made by being an Auror. All he wanted was Hermione.
He went back to Hermione’s sleeping form on the couch. He sighed in contentment. He was nineteen and he found the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with at eleven. He sat the edge of the couch and waited for her to wake up.
By the time that she woke again, he was sleeping. She went to the kitchen to wash all the traces of this morning’s breakfast away. Her stomach was growling and she knew she needed to eat. She prepared a salad for herself and Harry. When she went back to the living room, Harry was gone and a piece of parchment was on the couch.
‘Pick me up at five? I have something to tell you.’
She glanced at the clock again, four forty-five. He came out of the bedroom clean shaven and dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a white shirt. His hair was wet and he tried to smooth it down, but it wouldn’t be tamed.
“Don’t you look handsome?” she said as she took a bite of her salad. He walked over to her and she fed him some.
“Thanks. You got this shirt for me remember? Graduation Ball?” she inspected his shirt.
“No. The one I got you had blue pinstripes in it.”
He smirked. “It did. I didn’t really think they went with these pants.”
“Harry James Potter. I bought that shirt out of love and you go and do something reckless to it? How dare you!” she jumped up from the couch and swatted his arm.
“Merlin Hermione, if it means that much to you then alright.” He whispered a quick spell and the faint blue stripes were back. He grinned. He kissed Hermione passionately, like it would be his last.
“What was that for?” she asked him.
“Just know how much I love you. You’re going to be here when I come back?”
“Yes love. I’ll be waiting.” She kissed him again.
He stepped back and apparated out to the Burrow.