Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to my sequel to Illness!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* "Harry?" Hermione murmured.
"Yeah?"
"Do you ever wonder what would have happened if I wasn't a witch and we hadn't have met?"
"I try not to think about it," Harry replied solemnly, causing Hermione to giggle.
Harry was a tall male, 180 cm, broad shoulders and rippling muscles. His dark, unruly hair was sticking out in bizarre places and he tried desperately to flatten it. His sparkling green eyes showed interest and longing. Hermione kissed him lightly on the nose.
Hermione was something else. Her beautiful brown hair was slightly tinged with orange and her oval eyes shined with life. Her feminine body was only a mere 165 cm tall and she barely touched her boyfriends' shoulders.
The couple was lying in a hammock at Hermione's place. Harry had his arms wrapped over Hermione's chest and kissed her hair occasionally. Hermione stroked Harry's hand and they swung lightly. They heard a car drive off, figuring that Hermione's parents had left.
Hermione wriggled over so that she was facing Harry. He drew circles in her back and Hermione reached up to meet his mouth.
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A few weeks later, Hermione awoke from a violent dream. She had seen Harry being tortured and herself lying dead on the floor, twitching. She didn't know what it was, Voldemort was dead, Lucious Malfoy in Azkaban with the Dementor's kiss on his lips and all the other Death Eaters annihilated. She hadn't seen the face of Harry's torturer because they had been in a long cloak.
"Hey!" Harry whispered soothingly, rubbing her back with his hand. Hermione trembled slightly at his touch, still shaking from her dream.
"You screamed. What happened, honey?" he said softly. Hermione started crying, but tried to muffle her sobs.
"I.I was d-d-dead and y-y-you were being t-t-t-tortured," Hermione cried. Harry pulled her into a hug, making Hermione feel safe and warm. She sobbed into Harry's chest, dampening his T-shirt.
"Aw, now! You've made me t - shirt wet!" Harry joked. Hermione smiled and Harry laid back down with Hermione on his chest. She breathed deeply when asleep and he heard the tell - tale signs quickly.
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When Hermione woke up the following morning she found herself in a cold, clammy sweat. She had obviously dreamed more and had started to fret in her dreams. Harry was still asleep, the gentle rise and fall of his chest comforting.
Hermione wriggled up to Harry's face, kissing him.
"Morning, love."
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Harry replied. Harry's hand cradled Hermione's face and his other arm wound around her back and he kissed her close. He felt connected and loved her so much.
"Hey?" Harry inquired softly.
"Hmm?"
"Why have you stuck it out with me so long?"
Hermione looked at him. She took in his features, the gentle ruts of his face and the love in his eyes.
"Because I can see past your exterior barrier. I know, and can see, deep in your body and eyes that you love me, and for that I love you. Why else would I stay with you?" Hermione giggled. She writhed her arms around him, and fell asleep again.
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Hermione woke later and she could hear Harry in the shower. Her mouth twitched and he came out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He smiled when he saw her awake. Dressing quickly in a blue tank top and jeans, he came and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Hey!" he whispered. Sitting up, Hermione wrapped her arms around him. He picked her up and swung her into the bathroom. He left her there to have a shower and get dressed whilst he went to make dinner. Twenty minutes later, breakfast was over and Harry and Hermione were kissing on the couch.
Suddenly, Hermione screamed.
"What?" Harry muttered.
"You.you died!" she cried.
"Do I look dead?"
"No.Voldemort, he killed you!" she sobbed. Harry frowned. Voldemort was dead! He had killed him with his bare hands years ago!
"Occlumency, I think you need it."
Hermione started crying.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: And that was the first chapter! I think it was really bad, but review and tell me what you think!
A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to my sequel to Illness!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* "Harry?" Hermione murmured.
"Yeah?"
"Do you ever wonder what would have happened if I wasn't a witch and we hadn't have met?"
"I try not to think about it," Harry replied solemnly, causing Hermione to giggle.
Harry was a tall male, 180 cm, broad shoulders and rippling muscles. His dark, unruly hair was sticking out in bizarre places and he tried desperately to flatten it. His sparkling green eyes showed interest and longing. Hermione kissed him lightly on the nose.
Hermione was something else. Her beautiful brown hair was slightly tinged with orange and her oval eyes shined with life. Her feminine body was only a mere 165 cm tall and she barely touched her boyfriends' shoulders.
The couple was lying in a hammock at Hermione's place. Harry had his arms wrapped over Hermione's chest and kissed her hair occasionally. Hermione stroked Harry's hand and they swung lightly. They heard a car drive off, figuring that Hermione's parents had left.
Hermione wriggled over so that she was facing Harry. He drew circles in her back and Hermione reached up to meet his mouth.
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A few weeks later, Hermione awoke from a violent dream. She had seen Harry being tortured and herself lying dead on the floor, twitching. She didn't know what it was, Voldemort was dead, Lucious Malfoy in Azkaban with the Dementor's kiss on his lips and all the other Death Eaters annihilated. She hadn't seen the face of Harry's torturer because they had been in a long cloak.
"Hey!" Harry whispered soothingly, rubbing her back with his hand. Hermione trembled slightly at his touch, still shaking from her dream.
"You screamed. What happened, honey?" he said softly. Hermione started crying, but tried to muffle her sobs.
"I.I was d-d-dead and y-y-you were being t-t-t-tortured," Hermione cried. Harry pulled her into a hug, making Hermione feel safe and warm. She sobbed into Harry's chest, dampening his T-shirt.
"Aw, now! You've made me t - shirt wet!" Harry joked. Hermione smiled and Harry laid back down with Hermione on his chest. She breathed deeply when asleep and he heard the tell - tale signs quickly.
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When Hermione woke up the following morning she found herself in a cold, clammy sweat. She had obviously dreamed more and had started to fret in her dreams. Harry was still asleep, the gentle rise and fall of his chest comforting.
Hermione wriggled up to Harry's face, kissing him.
"Morning, love."
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Harry replied. Harry's hand cradled Hermione's face and his other arm wound around her back and he kissed her close. He felt connected and loved her so much.
"Hey?" Harry inquired softly.
"Hmm?"
"Why have you stuck it out with me so long?"
Hermione looked at him. She took in his features, the gentle ruts of his face and the love in his eyes.
"Because I can see past your exterior barrier. I know, and can see, deep in your body and eyes that you love me, and for that I love you. Why else would I stay with you?" Hermione giggled. She writhed her arms around him, and fell asleep again.
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Hermione woke later and she could hear Harry in the shower. Her mouth twitched and he came out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He smiled when he saw her awake. Dressing quickly in a blue tank top and jeans, he came and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Hey!" he whispered. Sitting up, Hermione wrapped her arms around him. He picked her up and swung her into the bathroom. He left her there to have a shower and get dressed whilst he went to make dinner. Twenty minutes later, breakfast was over and Harry and Hermione were kissing on the couch.
Suddenly, Hermione screamed.
"What?" Harry muttered.
"You.you died!" she cried.
"Do I look dead?"
"No.Voldemort, he killed you!" she sobbed. Harry frowned. Voldemort was dead! He had killed him with his bare hands years ago!
"Occlumency, I think you need it."
Hermione started crying.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: And that was the first chapter! I think it was really bad, but review and tell me what you think!