Beating Heart Baby

disclaimer: Jk Rowling wrote all the Harry Potter books, she owns the idea. .
AUTHOR's Note: All of these books are from one women's imagination. SHE thinks ron and Hermione belong together, I think not. My imagination tells me otherwise.
Fiction is fiction. Who's to tell us what we love is wrong? Ship who you want to ship, and never stop believing ...Love, Gabby 33

CHAPTER 1

'I could die for you'

Harry Potter had now ended his 6th year at Hogwarts. It's been an interesting stay...a lot of things had confused him during the year. Things he would never truly understand. But as their final year approached his need to avenge his parent's death grew stronger. He needed to be able to live the life every person should hope to fulfil. Perhaps, get married, have children, or anything as simple as to have a loved one to go home to, and it confused Harry that whenever he did think about having a wife, Hermione's face came to mind.

Hermione Granger...words couldn't describe how he felt about her. She was unmistakably the greatest thing that's happen to him, but of course that wasn't hard to be considering how much Harry's life did suck. Harry knew Hermione was special, not some little girl obsessed with the idea of dating 'The Boy Who Lived'. It had taken years for Harry to realize but, Harry did love Hermione. Yet somehow, he felt guilty everytime he'd touch her, a touch as simple as a brush of their hands, or when she'd so blantly grab onto him for protection. Her touch burned him with the feeling of wanting to bring her even closer. He wanted to make her experience things no other immature boy could make her feel, not even, and it hurt Harry to think his name, but Ron. Ron could never make Hermione as happy as Harry would. 'After all, he doesn't need her' Harry thought to himself, 'I need her...all of her. She's all I have left.' Harry smacked down onto his bed at the Dursleys, and looked to his right on his nightable. It was a picture of, who else, but Ron, Hermione, and him. He studied her face, her eyes, her smile...oh god that smile. The longer Harry stared at her it seemed as if she was taunting him, as if she was whispering in his ear, "You can't have me..." Hermione was such a gentle creature, his best firend in his eyes, yet his mind told him that she wanted to be more with him. His room suddenly got very hot, he wondered whether the thoughts of Hermione did this, but either way, he was hot, and his t-shirt would no longer have a body to cling on as he tugged it off quickly. He then turned, smased his head to his pillow, shutting his piercing green eyes, which little did he know but Hermione had dreamt about those eyes since the moment she repaired his glasses on the train their first day at Hogwarts.

At her muggle parent's house, Hermione lay in bed, in one of Harry's large quidditch shirts. She inhaled his scent from off the shirt and sighed. He was the one person in the whole world who she thought truly understood her. She could confide in him for advice, even though most of the time it was the other way around with Hermione giving HIM most of the advice, she still loved him. Her love for him, wasn't necessarily lust, he didn't need to be sexy with her, even though it wasn't hard, she truly cared for him. And he's not like other guys, Harry's sweet and gentle...much like his voice as he speaks to her. She turned to her side, and drifted off to sleep..."Hermione.." Hermione's eyes shot open and her body jolted upright. Her gorgeous deep brown eyes scanned every inch of her room...the voice sounded so familiar..."please..." the voice whispered again, 'Harry?' she thought. She however knew it couldn't be from Harry in her room, he was locked up at the Dursleys, plus her paronoid muggle parents would be banging on her door by now. Harry's voice was only in her mind, she then relaxed and shut her eyes only to have more dreams of Harry.

Harry tossed and turned in his sleep that night, images of Hermione injured, as if in Mr. Weasley's place that one night at the department of mysteries and Harry was the snake attacking him, kept haunting his dreams...

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The summer flew by and they both matured more. Harry now two inches taller, hair perfect to his liking not too short like his previous bad haircuts, his shoulder's broader, his muscles larger, mostly because he had been working out throughout the summer to impress Hermione when he returned to Hogwarts for their last year. Hermione, now even more gorgeous than before, she remained very slim yet filled out in...well all the right places. Her hair also changed...it now only had a very subtle curl to it and was rather dirty-blonde.

"BOY! BOY GET UP! Summer's done! Back to school and out of our lives!" Uncle Dursley's voice screeched through Harry's room and he shot up. Harry quickly changed into a tight black t-shirt(that he hoped showed off his new body for Hermione) and a pair of jeans. He was extremley excited to get back to Hogwarts ...yet not excited for what Voldemort had in store for him. Harry had worried Voldemort would penetrate his mind and discover his thoughts of Hermione and go after her...He quickly shrugged off the painful thought of losing Hermione and he was off to the train. Harry glanced around at the magical platform for his friends, but he simply could not see them. He quickly rushed onto the train to continue his search, looking in every single compartment for Ron and Hermione, but then her froze. Ron and Hermione.. he said it again to himself, what if she liked Ron? The thought caused Harry to shudder with jealousy but was quickly snapped out of that when--

"HARRY!" Hermione screamed as she practically leapt onto his back causing him to trip foward a bit, he regained his balance and turned around to give her a proper hug. He turned around to see what he could only think was an angel. Her face looked as if it was carved by angels, her eyes sparkeling with excitement and her lips never before seen so tempting.

"Hermione...I missed you so much" Harry whispered as he took her into his arms with his hands resting firmly on her hips. Hermione bit her lip from smiling too widely, but the feel of herself in his arms was too amazing.

"I missed you too..." Hermione cooed into his ear. Sadly the voice of Ron's voice pulled her out of her Harry Universe.

"Hey mate! how was your summer?" asked Ron as he came around Hermione and slapped Ron on the back.

"Pretty good, Dursley's weren't too unbearable, but I missed you guys insanely," Harry replied to them, finding it extremley hard to take his eyes off of his one and only.

"We did too Harry...I thought about you a lot," Hermione rethought what she just said and it sounded a lot less creepy in her mind than when it came out...

"I thought about you too..." Harry gazed at her very seriously. Ron faced turned into a confused look as it went back between Harry's and Hermione's faces locked in a moment.

"EHEM!" Ron coughed loudly, "Do you want me to leave you alone or what?!" Ron snapped clearly annoyed.

"I'm sorry Ron," Harry choked out feeling incredibley guilty for showing such obvious feelings for Hermione in front of Ron. The last thing he wanted to do was cause any pain towards one of his best friends.

They all settled down into their compartment, Hermione and Harry sat on one side and Ron sat on the other. Of course though after two minutes into the ride, Ron being Ron was already passed out with candy wrappers from the trolly spread around him and on the floor. Both Harry and Hermione stared at him with the same exact bewildered look on their faces.

"Sometimes he makes me rethink the human race," Hermione spoke with a completely serious tone, but recieved a laugh from Harry who nudged her playfully in the side.

"Yeah, but you gotta love him! " Harry replied, but as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them...does she love him? He thought about asking her flat out right there to put himself out of his misery.

"Oh god, if you say so," She replied jokingly, which caused Harry to smile. Silence filled the compartment again as Harry stood up to grab his bagback from the overhead. His shirt lifted slightly to reveal party of what he had been working on for the summer.. She held back saying Mighty abs you got there baby, but then she realized how frickin creepy that would be.

"Quit admiring the view Hermione," Harry smiled at her as he caught Hermione staring.

"I-I-..okay," she muttered completely owned. 'God damn did he get sexy over the summer, I mean not that he wasn't already but something's changed about him...one thing she was sure that that didn't change about his appearance was his stunning eyes. Perhaps it was the stubble or the muscle, either way, god he's so sexy!' She thought that the words 'stunning eyes, stubble, and muscle and god he's so sexy' together in a sentence sounded weirdly familiar ...but she just shrugged it off assuming she must've heard it from some gushing actress on tv. Her thoughts were cut off as he sat back down next to her, slightly closer now. She got chills as his leg slightly brushed her own. It was almost as if her chills went through her body into his like an electric shock because he immediately looked to her with concern.

"Are you okay 'mione?" Him using this new nickname did not help her settle down the chills he was causing up and down her spine.

"--Yeah..I'm fine," She said as she forced a smile.

"Oh..okay..." attempting to change the subject...onto perhaps an actual subject, "so, how weird is it that it's our last year at Hogwarts? feels like yesterday that I saw your tiny beautiful face open the doors to my compartment on the first day," Harry smiled whole heartedly at her and she could've sworn that a part of her had to have full out melted off as soon as the word beautiful left his oh so tempting lips.

"I know," she forced out, "it's really insane...but Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you worried about what might happen to us this year?" Hermione asked, and Harry's smile faded.

"In what sense?" Harry's face stern and serious

"You know who Harry...he's gonna be after you again. Harry if you--" tears began to form in her eyes, "you know me and Ron will always be with you right? I want to be there when you kill him."

"No, I would never want to put your life at risk like that Hermione, if you got hurt or...or...died, I wouldn't be able to live either. I need you Hermione," Harry leaned towards Hermione and wrapped his arms around her. Hermione inhaled his scent, as she held back tears.

"Harry, I could die for you," she muffled into his shirt and letting her tears drop onto his shirt. He turned his head and kissed her temple, rubbing circles now on her back trying every attempt to soothe her. Hermione then continued, "Harry..."

"Yeah.." Harry spoke roughly back to her by instinct.

"Do you still have those dreams?" Harry stared out the window of the train at the pouring rain and swallowed hard.

"Yes," Harry muttered roughly and he found himself rethinking his previous dreams of Hermione hurt and ...dying.

"Harry..." Hermione pulled away from the hug a bit just to look at him in the eyes, there faces very close in proximity, "if there was someway to take some pain away from you I'd do it, hopefully me being with you is helpful though..."

"You being with me helps me more than anything anyone could ever do for me 'mione." He leaned in and kissed her cheek and she suppressed her tears long enough to smile as he kissed her. He was leaning so close to her she felt as if she could feel his heart beating out of his chest.

I could die for you
What u wanna do
Oh this life I choose
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