Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters that would be JKR, I am just borrowing them for a while to have my way with them, then return them to JKR in one piece.
Summary: Hermione Granger is on a mission of conquest and her target is one Harry Potter. Just some nice smut for you folks, HP/HG
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It was late one evening and there was a vicious storm looming over Hogwarts. Harry Potter had fallen asleep in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. He had awoken hours earlier from a disturbing vision of Voldemort. But then again, every vision of Voldemort was disturbing. Harry had not been able to perfect Occlumency and Voldemort could still invade his mind from time to time. After an hour of tossing and turning in his bed, Harry had given up on falling asleep again and headed to the common room. He plopped down in front of the diminishing fire and started some of his homework. Harry was in his seventh year and the amount of work was astronomical, even Hermione Granger was having a hard time keeping up, and she was the smartest witch in the school. His work had obviously bored him, so he fell asleep in the comfortable chair, the book resting on his chest. And that is how Hermione found him a little while later.
A loud clap of thunder had startled Hermione awake in a dead panic. Her heart was pumping faster than she could ever remember and she was shaking all over. She could barely remember her nightmare but she knew that her longtime crush, Harry, and been in danger. She had had a lot of those nightmares recently, they started after she admitted to herself how much she loved her best friend. She was so afraid to lose him and that something bad would happen to him, and that was a very real possibility considering who Harry was.
Hermione glanced over to her clock and with a sigh realized that she would never fall asleep again. Her roommates were snoring so loudly, she just had to get out of there, and the common room was surely to be a quiet safe haven at two o'clock in the morning. Hermione pulled on her robe and quietly made her was to the common room. She stopped dead in her tracks when she realized that she was not alone in her beliefs of the common room. There, half falling out of a chair, was her crush, Harry Potter. She had to put her hand over her mouth to stop her laughter from escaping. He looked so adorable! He had an open text book laying on his chest, his hair was messier than she had ever seen it (and that was a feat unto itself), and his glasses were hanging off his face, threatening to fall off at any moment.
"God, I love that boy so much, he is too cute!" Hermione whispered to herself. She went over to Harry and gently picked the book off of his chest and looked down at what he had been reading. Hermione beamed with pride when she realized that it was their assignment for Potions. Harry was actually studying on his own, without her nagging him! See, she did have a positive effect on people! Take that Ron!
Hermione then took off Harry's glasses and set them on top of his book. When she glanced back at Harry, she was awe-struck by his simple beauty. Hermione carefully sat down next to him and tentatively reached out a hand to brush his hair away from his face. She was surprised at how silky his hair was, especially considering how wild and unruly it was. She gently ran her fingers down Harry's temple and jaw. She then traced his full lips with her fingers, just wishing that she could bend down and taste him, even if it was just once. Hermione was just marveling at his features. She knew what Harry looked like, with or without his glasses, but she was never given the opportunity to examine and caress him before. This was better than her dreams. But then her daydreams were broken by the sight that had caused her have a different type of dream. The lightning bolt scar on his forehead. That scar had been the bain of his existence. Hermione gently moved her hand towards his forehead and moved her fingers over his scar, tracing it. She gasped when she felt how warm it was. While Harry's skin was cool to her touch, his scar was noticeably warmer, even hot. When she went to withdraw her hand, a gentle hand closed over her wrist, stopping her. She looked down and saw two emerald eyes looking back at her, but his expression was unreadable, she had never seen it before. Before she could worm her way out of this situation and explain why she was caressing her him, Harry had said something that blew her away and left her speechless.
"Don't stop."
His voice sounded needy but rough. She looked down at him again was still confused by his face. His eyes had darkened a shade or two, and when she looked straight at him, her stomach flipped. If she did not know that she loved Harry before, she would have known it now. When she had made no move to continue her exploration of his face, he gently moved her fingers back to his scar and closed his eyes as her fingers made contact. Hermione still could not contain her gasp at the temperature of the scar.
"It feels so hot!"
"I know, it always burns up after I have a vision and it stays like that for a few days afterwards."
"A few days? How do you stand it? It is so hot!"
"I got used to it I suppose."
A silence fell over the two as Hermione continued to trace his scar over and over again. This seamed to have a calming effect on Harry, and he closed his eyes again. They stayed that way for a few moments until Harry whispered something so softly that Hermione was forced to ask him to repeat himself.
"No one has ever touched my scar before, well except Voldemort."
Tears immediately filled Hermione's eyes as she once again marveled at this man in front of her. He had grown up without a loving family and had been mistreated his whole life, but he became such a honorable man. One of her tears dropped on to Harry's cheek and he opened his eyes to look at her. When he saw that she was crying, because of him, he rapidly sat up and pulled her into his arms. His loving attention to her feelings had only made Hermione cry harder. He was so self scarifying, he did not deserve all of these horrible things that keep on happening to him.
"Mione, please stop crying. I am not exactly sure of what I did wrong here, but I am sorry for making you touch my scar. I know that must have freaked you out, I will never ask you to do that again." He was rubbing her back, trying to soothe her, to calm her down a bit.
"What?" Shrieked Hermione, she sat up a little to look him in the eye. She could not believe that he thought she was revolted because of his scar.
"No Harry, that is not what I am crying. I am crying because you had such a hard life, and yet you still grew up to be this great man. You had no one to love or comfort you your whole life, and that just breaks my heart! You are too great a person to be treated like that! I mean, how could anyone meet you and not fall desperately in love with you!"
Harry's hand, that had been rubbing her back, stopped dead. Her last sentence had caught him off guard. He never thought that Hermione would fall in love with him. She was too smart and beautiful to fall for a simpleminded boy like Harry. His eyes darted to her face, but she looked away quickly. She had obviously just realized what she revealed. She had just told her best friend that she loved him. She began to mumble and excuse, trying to retract her last comment. She said something about being desperately in love with him on principle, or something like that. But truth be told, Harry was not listening to a work she said. He reached out a hand and brought her chin up so that she was forced to make eye contact with him. When she did, her rambling stopped dead. She was startled at his face, he was wearing that unusual look again, but now she knew what that look on his face was, it was love, and it was written all over his face. He was practically beaming with it, love for her. She would never tire of seeing that look on his face, or the dark intensity that his eyes had. She almost jumped when he began to talk to her, his voice was usually deep and emotional.
"Do you mean what you said? Do you love me?"
Hermione hesitated and moved her face away from his, breaking eye contact once again. Harry's hand came back up to her chin and forced her to look at him, but this time, his hand did not fall away. He moved his hand up her face so that he was now cradling her check. She unknowingly moved into his touch. When she met his eyes again, she knew that she could tell him the truth.
"Yes I do. I love you, I have since our fourth year."
Without hesitating, Harry moved her face closer to his and gently kissed her for the first time. Hermione gasped at the pleasant surprise and Harry did not miss a beat. He slid his tongue into her mouth and began exploring. Hermione moaned in pleasure and moved to mimic his actions. The kiss was slow and gentle. There was no rush or awkwardness. It spoke of past longing and future passion. It was a kiss that both would remember for the rest of their lives. Harry moved one of his hands to the back of her head, tangling in her hair while the other moved to her lower back trying to move her closer. It was evident that Hermione wanted to get closer to him as well so she moved her legs so that she was now straddling him. Her arms snaked behind him and wrapped abound his neck. Harry groaned at Hermione's sudden shift and pulled her even tighter against him. They were so wrapped up in to the kiss that they did not stop to think about the position that they now found themselves in. When they parted for air, as one must eventually do, both of their eyes were glossed over in pleasure.
"My god Harry." Murmured Hermione. Her soft spoken words seamed to snap Harry out of his thoughts and he realized exactly what they were doing. He could not let this happen, he had to stop this for her own good. Nothing good could come from this. Harry gentle moved Hermione's leg off of him so that he stand up. When he turned around and looked down at Hermione, she had a curious look in her eyes. Harry hated to do this, god did he, but he had to, fo her own well-being.
"Hermione, I am so sorry. I should not have done that. I am afraid that I just led you on, and I am truly sorry. We can never be a couple."
With that, Harry hastily made his way to the staircase and ran up to his room. He could not let it happen, he just could not let it happen, no matter what the cost.
Hermione was stunned to say the least. She had just shared an amazing kiss with a person she loved, and he had just turned her down. What is going on here? She had felt him respond, he could have stopped it, but he didn't. Hell, he was the one who started it in the first place. What was he playing at here? He had not said it, but Hermione could tell that Harry loved her, she had no doubt about that. So he loved her, but he pushed her away? Why? Why would he do that?
Hermione pulled herself together and made her way back to her room. She felt like crying but she was too shell shocked to show any kind of emotion. She fell into her bed and stared up at the ceiling as unanswered questions filed through her mind. After a few hours of wondering and questioning, she decided that she would get answers to her questions if it was the last thing she did. She was going to force Harry to open up to her and make him explain himself. Boy did she have her work cut out for her. But she was a woman in love on a mission. Her mission: get Harry Potter to show his real emotions.
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