The star

Millions of stars illuminated the night sky as Harry Potter lay on his back, staring into the darkness. It was his nightly routine, every night at midnight he would apparate here and lay out a blanket and clear his mind. He was on the hunt of his life, trying to track down all of Voldemort's horocruxes. His two best friends were with him, Ron and Hermione, every step of the way. Despite their loyalty and dedication to his burden, he couldn't help but feel like the burden was a little heavier for him. That is why times like this were so important. Time where he could get away from it all, and just think about stuff. Old memories, hopes for the future or little things that haunted his conscience.

A quiet pop caught his attention, but he didn't budge. He knew what it was, it was there ever night, right after midnight. He continued to stare into the night sky as light footsteps slowly made their way to him. He felt the blanket under him shift slightly when the weight of another person laid upon it. A small smile made it's way to his lips and he turned to find deep brown eyes staring into his.

"Hey you." The sweetest voice to ever grace his ears, softly spoke to him. His eyes trailed down her face, her cute nose, her soft lips and then back up to her eyes. The sight of her undid him every time his eyes fell on her. He couldn't help himself. She was all he ever wanted, and the one thing he was afraid he could never have.

"Hey Mione. Nice night, eh?" He responded. His eyes never leaving hers. She smiled at his intensity and broke contact by looking into the sky.

"I can't believe how many stars there are. Millions, upon millions, just sitting there waiting to explode." Her wealth of knowledge and how she always brought something intelligent to the most simple of conversations always amazed him. He inwardly chuckled at her comment, but showed no signs of it to her. He turned to look back to the sky, hating the effect that taking his eyes off her had on his composure.

"Pick one." Harry told her.

"What?" Hermione questioned, turning to him again, looking at him in confusion.

"Pick one. Any star you want, and I'll make it yours. No one can ever touch or destory it. It will always burn bright, every night, and will never dim, just like you." Harry said looking her deep in the eyes. Her expression changed slightly at his words and softly smiled at him.

"Okay." She looked again towards the stars and concentrated hard to find the perfect star. She found one. It was the brightest or the biggest, but it twinkled slowly and had occasional bursts of a bright light. And somehow, managed to have a greenish glow, like the color of Harry's eyes. "That one, right there." She said, pointing to the star.

"I think it's perfect. It's yours. Look to it anytime you need reminding at how bright you are." Harry exhaled slightly and stared at the star, surprised to see it was a bit like the color of his eyes.

Hermione looked to Harry, who was staring into the sky, and wondered what had come over him. He had never talked to her in such a loving way. He was always sweet to her and nicer than anyone else, but never in such a romantic way before. She cursed herself for reading too much into it. She always did that, she could never just enjoy a moment.

"Stop thinking so much, Hermione." Harry chuckled.

"You know me too well. I can't help it." Hermione continued to stare at him. Harry turned to her, looking her deep in the eyes.

"Can I not say something nice to you, without my words being given the deep thought you always give them?" Harry smiled at her, the smile that always made her question her true feelings for him.

"It's not that. Things have been different lately. I don't know if it's this hunt or what it is, but I just don't know what to think anymore?" Hermione pushed her brow together in concentration, trying to read Harry's face. Harry turned once again to the stars.

"I know what you mean. Since we've left, things have taken an interesting turn. Things I once thought I wanted have turned out to be distractions from what I really want. I don't know what is going to happen in the end, whether I'll live or die, how much I'll lose in the process. I've been having dreams again and that just makes everything more confusing." Harry babbled over his words, making them come out too fast. He finally took a deep breath and turned to find Hermione staring at the sky, a single tear falling down the side of her face. "Please don't cry Hermione, you know it breaks my heart to see you cry. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sure I'll live and everything will be fine."

"You can't say that ,Harry. You don't know, none of us do. I don't know what I will do if I lose you. I think about it sometimes, when it seems for the worse, and I can't come up with a clear way of making it without you. You've been there for me, when no one else has, you were my first friend at Hogwarts, you're my best friend. And I lo..." Hermione shut her mouth with a gasp, not believing that she almost slipped those three little words, she had always longed to tell him.

"what were you going to say?" Harry asked sitting up, and staring at her intensely.

"Nothing." Hermione lied, standing up from the blanket and turning her back to Harry. "It doesn't matter. Good-night." She half walked, half ran away. But she wasnt quick enough, Harry jumped from the blanket and was on her in a second. Her grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him.

"What were you going to say, Hermione?" Harry was inches from her face.

"Harry, please don't do this." Hermione tried not looking at him, but found it hard with their closeness.

"Don't do what? I want to know what you were going to say, just tell me." Harry's hot breath on her lips threatened to destroy her composure. She stared hard into his gaze and the tears she fought to keep at bay, spilled from her eyes. Harry's grip on her arms tightened, almost hurting her.

"Don't be like this, Harry. Just drop it." Hermione almost yelled. Harry sighed heavily and pushed her back into the large tree behind them. Hermione was startled at how rough he was being with her, but something inside of her was highly turned on by it.

"You have one last chance to tell me, before I make you tell me, Hermione." Harry's gaze turned more intense as he held her to the tree. Hermione turned up her nose and defiantly looked away from him. Her last chance gone, Harry moved in for the kill.

"Harry" Hermione managed to whisper before Harry's lips crashed down on hers. At first it took her by surprise, but soon she started to respond. Harry begged for entrance to her mouth as he slid his tongue across her lips, and she was too eager to give it to him. Their tongues fought for dominance. This was not the first kiss that either of them imagined when they would dream about it, but it was what they got and they were making the best of it. Harry pushed his body into hers as he continued to ravish her mouth. He could feel her breasts against his chest and he was rock hard in an instant.

He broke the kiss and continued down her neck, kissing, sucking and nibbling on whatever skin he could find. The noises coming from Hermione only fueled him. She entwined her fingers in his hair and forced his face back up to hers. She attacked his mouth and their tongues engaged themselves in another heated battle for dominance. Harry's hands left the her arms and began to wonder all over her body. He found the collar of her shirt and ripped it open, abandoning any descency to the wind. Hermione gasped into his mouth as the buttons from her shirt spilled onto the ground. Harry pulled the rest of the shirt off her shoulders and disguarded it. His hands came up to knead the tender skin of her breasts, through her bra. A whimper escaped Hermione and she broke the kiss when Harry pinched her already hardening nipple.

"ARe you ready to tell me now?" Harry asked. Hermione was panting heavily, and instatly closed her mouth defiantly urging him to continue to break her. Harry nodded, and pinched her nipple even harder, causing her to gasp.

He reached back and unclasped her bra and watched her remove and discard it with her shirt. Harry got his first look at the one part of Hermione he always dreamt about. He reached down and ran his tongue between the valley of her breasts and then leaned over and took her one nipple between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. Hermione gasped and arched into his mouth and grabbed the back of his head with both of her hands. Harry paid equal attention to her other nipple before standing straight and raising his shirt over his head for it to join their growing pile of clothes.

Hermione reached out and ran her hands over well defined chest and stomach. The war had done wonders to his body but at the cost of so much more. She leaned in and begain sucking on his neck and chest. She was soon stopped and pushed, almost forcefully, back against the tree. In his daydreams he would never have imagined their first time being this rough or animalistic but it was what it was. He hoped that this would not be the only time he would make love to Hermione, but if it was, he was going to make the most of it.

He reached for her belt and undid it quickly and unbuttoned her pants. He slid his hand in the waist of her knickers, teasing her with his expert fingers. He slipped one finger into her folds and found she was quite wet. He rubbed the small nub of nerves protected there and Hermione threw her head back against the tree and looked to the stars. Harry withdrew his hand and worked on getting her out of her pants and knickers. He fell to his knees and he followed the path of the pants. After they were disguarded he looked up at her and saw that se was looking down at him.

"Ready to tell me yet?" Hermione licked her lips and shook her head. "You know I'll make you, just make it wasy on both of us."

Harry leaned in, never taking his eyes off hers, and ran his tongue through her folds. Hermione gasped and lifted her leg onto his shoulder. He wondered how she knew what she was doing, or how he was being so expert with her? Neither of them had done this before, but it seemed so natural. He deepened his tongue and took in as much of her as he could. He slid his tongue up and down, eliciting moans from her as she watched every lick. He flicked his tongue against her clit as fast as he could and felt as she bucked against his face, getting wetter by the second. After several mintues of this Harry stopped and stood again. He reached down and replaced his tongue with his fingers.

He pushed one finger in and Hermione grabbed his head and pulled him in for a kiss. As their tongues battled and Hermione tasted herself on Harry, he pushed in another finger. Hermione moaned into his mouth and began bucking her hips on his fingers. He felt her walls clench around him and he fastened his pace. When he sensed she was close, he removed his hand. Hermione let out a frustrated moan and looked to Harry.

"Ready yet?" Harry said with a smile, knowing she was close to being broken. Hermione still defiantly shook her head, and replaced his fingers with her own, determined to finish his job. Harry nearly fainted at the sight. He reached down and tore her hand away, and brought her fingers to his mouth and sucked them dry. Hermione gasped and was surprised at how much that turned her on. "I'm not done yet." Harry said and frantically began unbuttoning his pants. He pushed them down, along with his boxers and kicked them aside.

Harry grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into another heated kiss as Hermione reached between them and began to stroke him. When she made an attempt to get on her knees, Harry stopped her, slamming her into the tree. Harry reached behind her and grabbed her butt and lifted her against the tree. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and readied herself.

In one motion Harry was buried inside her. Hermione cried out at the sudden pain that filled her, but soon found she adjusted quickly to him. The pain was part of the pleasure. He frantically pumped into her. He worked hard to make the pain subside quickly, for him as much as her. He pushed his hands against the tree to give himself leverage and Hermione clunge to his body, her fingernails clenched into his back. She met every move he gave her. Her hips met every crash of his. Both of them panted for breath never once tearing there gaze from the other. Harry began to feel her walls clench again and knew once she came it would be over for him. Her breathing picked up even more pace and she thew her head back, biting her bottom lip.

"Say it!" Harry screamed and gritted his teeth. He looked her in the eyes, and she saw something she had never seen before and in that moment, she knew he felt the same.

"I love you!" she screamed as she came hard against his cock. Harry pumped a few more times and came into her, filling her with his juice. He collapsed against her. Their sweaty bodies glistening in the moonlight. Hermione calmed herself and slowly started to rub Harry's back with her fingertips.

"I love you, Hermione. More than anything." Harry quitely whispered into her ear. Hermione looked up at her star, and knew that this was the start of something new.