Hello there :) I'm here with another H/Hr fanfic. The song is Magic by Colbie Caillat, and I suggest listening to it while reading. If you don't like it, it's cool.

Disclaimer: I own naught. But I love Harry and Hermione with all my heart. OBHWF shippers who ask Delusional shippers to fcuk themselves can do so to their own, too =D.

You've got magic inside your finger tips
It's leaking out all over my skin
Every time that I get close to you
you're making me weak with the way you
look through those eyes

Hermione moans at the feel of his hands traversing her naked body. The warmth of his calloused hand brought shivers through her. The heat that she experiences felt like his love for her and only her, flowing from the pores of his fingers through her own. He covers her body with his, and gazes deep into her eyes; a thousand words transcending time and space with the passion ablaze in the famous eyes that he had inherited from his mother. The look on his face was most like a cauldron filled with emotions he feels whenever he is in her most wonderful presence; love, adoration, trust, respect, concern and desire. With all of the sentiments in that single fix of his eyes into her warm brown ones, Hermione feels incredibly weak.

And all I see is your face
All I need is your touch
Wake me up with your lips
Come at me from up above
Yeah oh I need you

Hermione closes her eyes, sleep tugging at her consciousness, thanks to him. She drifts away, to her own world, where she is still haunted by the one man that makes her feel anything and everything. It was his face that she sees in the back of her eyelids every time she shuts them to concentrate. It was his touch that dissolves Hermione Jane Granger into a pool of recklessness, driven with her love and desire for this one man.

She was still in the midst of her slumber, when she feels the most familiar pair of softness upon her lips. The movement was unhurried and subtle, and she knows it is him. Lazily, she opens her eyes, and the next thing she realizes, this man was on top and inside of her, and they moan their one true love's name in gratification. She needs him and only him, and she feels her own arousal drip down from her creamy thighs, and he smiles like he owns the world. With Hermione in his arms, the planet, the galaxies and the universe feels rightfully his.

I remember the way that you move
you're dancing easily through my dreams
it's hitting me harder and harder with all your smiles
you are crazy gentle in the way you kiss

Hermione reminisces about her first night with him. After his seventeen-year old battle with the darkest wizard of all time, he feels vulnerable and confused. What do I live for now that he is gone, he asks her, as they honor the floor with the first dance. She reprimands him for thinking like a fool, contemplating his own cause of living when he has his whole life ahead of him. He smiles at her like a goof that he is, as he apologizes sincerely. They danced the night away, in each other's arms. He asks her silently; pleadingly, to spend the night with him, in his room. She agrees, because she knows him unlike any other.

Up they went to his private quarters. Without so much as a warning, he grabs her by the waist with a force so tender that she barely felt it, until he brushed his lips against his best friend's. Hermione's eyes widens in shock and pleasure at his actions. He bows his head apologetically, only to be asked to shut his mouth. She kisses him back forcefully and he reciprocates with his firm gentleness. He asks her to stop, only to ask once again whether she is sure. She says nothing, only to nod. She knows what she truly desires, she is sure what she'll view in the Mirror of Erised; and it is him.

Since he's gone forever, he starts silently, watching every muscle moving in her body. And I have nothing else to live for, would you mind if I live for you? She was speechless, so she nods and kisses his forehead, where the scar that symbolizes hope for their community rests.

Oh baby I need you
to see me, the way I see you
lovely, wide awake in
the middle of my dreams

Hermione never desires anything this much in her whole lifetime, not even a whole set of the thickest encyclopedias in the world would amount to this. This desire for her man's touch that she's been seeking for two months has finally taken its toll on her body. He takes her in his strong arms, and envelopes her in a warm and loving hug. She pulls away, cupping his face in her hands and she whispers her need against his lips.

She has seen him in her dreams every night, like a missing element in her soul; because that is what he is to her, she admits. She sees him for what he truly is, loving, caring and eternally hers, because that is what she wants, and he concedes without a fight.

All I see is your face
all I need is your touch
wake me up with your lips
come at me from up above
I ..... I need you

Hermione loves him with every ounce of her ability to love. He has always been there for her, like how she was there for him. Every sleepless night spent without his warmth was compensated with every touch, every kiss and every new high he brings her to. All she needs is him, forever and beyond. Because they have been friends ever since that day that he saved her from death, they can never be less than evermore.

To be claimed 'bonded for life' was ironic to their ears. There is no need to tell them, for they already know that eternity lies in each other. Hermione is completely aware, that today, in the eyes of people dearest to his and her heart, that this love will last. With a kiss that sealed a promise that had been closed since long ago, they present each other to their family and loved ones as in the order that they became; best friends, soul mates and husband and wife.

Hermione Jane Granger, the brightest witch of the century, is proud to sign every slip of parchment that requires her signature as Hermione Jane Potter, and she believes that the sentiment of awe that brews in the pit of her stomach would never cease, because she loves him with the force to overcome boundaries: He, who is her life and the magic to it; her Harry James Potter.

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