Disclaimer: Aaah, Is My Name J.k. Rowling? Nop? Then we agree...

Warnings: This is A Horror/Romance/Mystery/Adventure Fict...

Warning before you read: There are sex scenes (yes my first really Smut story). Horror scene, death scene. Torture scene later. Sadist scene ( also later)...SO you have been warned. Don't like don't read.

To those that don't like this story, don't read... after this chapter...

Forewords: Well, I am not a native speaking, those that know me. This is a rewrite of "To Forge a Path". The story just has another name since there too much a major change to the story... But with a same kind of plot and mystery.. (Yes is the story I deleted from FF).

Ps: I have decided to write this story for fun. Also because I'll like to try a Romance/Horror and a lot of smut... erhm... And because this plot bunny is killing me, - I only need like 1-2k more words for Chapter 4 in Angel and Champions!- just hope that I can go back and finish it now...

The Challenge:

Powerful mysterious Harry and Hermione.

Sexual intercourse with characters.

Harry and Hermione Time/dimension travel.

Little dark but not really evil Harry and Hermione.

Some main characters will die.

Main pairing don't need to be Harry/Hermione.

Summary: Harry and Hermione is now The Master of Deaths. The world was in pains and friends in pain. They found a conspiracy that is slowly destroying their world. A sacrifice not meant for the Master of Death... because of that, witches and wizard are little by little dying. Even so, they are bonded by the ancient magic to the mortal world, where human are not meant to live in eternity. Their soul is bonded to the one that had sacrificed for them. Now The magic of Death itself are guiding Harry and Hermione to do another sacrifice...

Thanks to: moodygirl6 for making this chapter better (08-06-11)

Undying love

Chapter I

Death and Beginning

Part I

Hermione Jean Granger, a 212 year old witch, was sitting in the Department of Mysteries with her partner Harry Potter. Her life had been controlled and manipulated, since she had stepped foot on to the Hogwarts express 200 years ago. Her ex-husband, Ronald Weasley, was one of many people who had been giving her potions which made it impossible for to reach her full potential and destiny.

She gazed at Harry Potter her Unspeakable partner, a rank they both had earned after 19 years of training since they graduated from Hogwarts. After they had gained the ranking of Unspeakables, everything had started to make more sense to them. As an Unspeakables, they were required to drink potions that destroyed any memory charm and any kind of potions that were destined to control them such as love potion or loyalty potions.

They soon revealed a conspiracy so deep it had destroyed all hopes of the future.

Harry had the power of death. He was The Master of Death. Even so, his power was now protecting nearly every witch and wizard. The information from books and clues from ancient runes had clued Hermione to the possibility of a betrayal from their former mentor. Their mentor wanted to split Harry's powers up... What she discovered in her search for information. Harry powers are clearly split in a way that he should have great difficulty functioning as a normal wizard would.

For the most 170 years, they had not aged like a normal witch or wizard should do. They were truly immortal. They look the same as the day they were given the rank as Unspeakables, not ageing one bit over their long life span. The day they got their own minds back, their bodies stopped ageing when they finally admitted their intense feeling for each other. Why and how, she had found the answers in the invisibility cloak of Harry's. A text only the heir with their true mind could read.

Any mortal with true mind who The Master of Death loves will gain the power equal to Death.

With the sacrifice, Harry had doomed the wizarding world. His love for them, when he let Voldemort kill him, it gave the witches and wizards an everlasting life, a different kind of immortality than them, but still enough to doom them all. Doom them for an eternity of pain...

"Harry?" Hermione called with eyes full of sadness, he looked toward her.

"They are suffering Mione. I can feel their bodies dying on them, but their souls are staying." Harry replied with a defeated voice, his hollow green eyes were haunted.

"I don't understand Harry. Ron and Ginny died for betraying us, for controlling what can't be controlled... love." She paused to let it sink in before continuing. "How can they die, while there are in pain, their bodies are dying in front of them... in front of us" Hermione asked.

She had always wondered why Ginny and Ron never had to suffer for what they had done. Nevertheless, they just keeled over and died, when she and Harry finally accepted that they loved each other.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his eyes were still haunted as he was gazing questioningly at her.

"Your sacrifice was also for them right?" Hermione replied and Harry nodded, "So why can they die?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, as he pondered and tried to find the answer.

Hermione could only smile as she was looking at his adorable handsome face. Her thoughts wandered toward the fantasies from her childhood. She had always, in the back of her mind fantasized about how it would be like to grab and kiss him senseless, when she first met him on the train to Hogwarts. She had regretted so many things deeply, nevertheless, due to the potions and spells cast on her, she had married the wrong wizard.

And she couldn't even remarry... Not that she minded being a best friend with benefits with Harry... It did trouble her however, she had always dreamed of being Hermione Jean Potter. Even so, due to some kind of old ancient magic, she was bonded to him and that was enough.

Dumbledore had gone thorough with his plan. If she tried to remarry, it would be as Hermione Jean Weasley to Harry James Potter. Since Harry had married Ginny Weasley, it was not accepted in the eye of magical law... Due to that alone, she had to fight to get her last name back. It worked in the Muggle world. Nevertheless, the only person, who accepted her as Hermione Jean Granger, in The Magic World, was her best friend and her lover, Harry...

Ron died mysteriously the day she realised her true feelings towards Harry. She still tried to make their relationship work however Ron's true nature was revealed, he was an evil jealous, backstabbing bastard. That said man then died instantly and she had accepted that as they were no longer friends.

As words echoed in her mind, a revelation stuck her and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Harry, they were already dead from the moment they gave us love potions!" Hermione exclaimed loudly, but the confused look of her partner gave her, sent her in a lecture mood. "You had a crush on me, at the start of the second year?" Harry nodded and Hermione beamed excitedly.

"You found out that you liked me more, when I was petrified?" She said and again Harry nodded.

"Because of your childhood you didn't understand what you were feeling. You knew it was love, but not what kind of love?" Hermione went on; she could see the confused look on Harry's face, so she gave him a reassuring smile.

"Harry, don't you see. I was ready to tell you that I loved you at the end of fourth year and you probably the same?" Hermione stated, but before she could go on.

"Hermione please, what have you found out?" Harry interrupted pleadingly.

"Harry..." She whispered now, as she was trying to choose the right words, "We kept them alive. We are both positive that I have the same amount of power as you have correct?" She asked, but it sounded more like she was stating a fact than asking a question.

"Yes, but I still don't understand how that helps us?" Harry asked.

"Fourth year, you weren't friends with Ron, I was... and every time me and Ron had a fight, you were there for Ron as a friend..." Hermione could see that Harry still didn't understand what she was saying.

Until Harry's eyes widened in shock and he stared at her. "So, if I was in love with you from the moment I first saw you. Ron would have died, if it was because of that, but because I thought of him as my friend after the troll accident, which means he started using the potions on us not too long after that."

Hermione smiled, as she nodded, "But, how does that help us, we can't change the past..." Harry asked.

"Don't you see, they are alive because we're alive?" Hermione informed him sounding a little sad.

"Mione..." Harry exhaled with a tone of defeat, "Shouldn't Ron and Ginny be still alive then?"

"No, they died because they betrayed us, while the others…"

"-Hadn't betrayed us in any way or as damaging by making us deny our love for each other..." Harry finished as his brain finally caught up with where Hermione was leading the conversation.

Hermione beamed, she always liked when Harry was used his brain. "That's correct Harry, the only other way, would be saving you or..." She trailed of, it was painful for her to even think of , but now she had to say it, "you dying..."

"Oh..." Harry managed to stutter out before, he added, "Then I have to die..." As he said that, he could see the sorrow in the eyes of his love. True to his observation, Hermione was hurt by it. While it was selfish thinking, she had hoped that she was worth more than all the dying witches and wizards combined.

Hermione also knew that it was impossible to plan to save a life, especially Harry's. Unless a new dark lord would raise... Nevertheless, looking at the future without Harry, it would mean unbearable pain for her, she would rather die with him then live a life without him in it.

"Kill me Hermione" Harry pleaded suddenly and pulled her out of her painful thoughts. "They're bonded to me, their bodies are slowly dying..." Harry went on, his eyes watering and visible for her to see. He was in pain, yes, Hermione could tell. Her lover was in deep pain...

"Harry", Hermione managed to say as she placed her hands on his cheeks, caressing his soft skin, "I wish we could change this, we're not meant to live forever..." She trailed of, a part of her wanted to go back and redo everything she had regretted not doing. A part of her, was loving being immortal with Harry, but the one side effect she hated the most was that Harry was suffering, as he could feel all the life-forces bonded to him slowly slipping away.

After they found out that the bodies of witches and wizards only could live an average of 120 years before the bodies started to suffer. Well, that was without the use of the Elixir of Life... Harry had started to receive pain through the link. Haunted by the dreams. It was making her life a misery, to watch her lover suffer while she was powerless to help... It was torturous to her soul and sanity.

While they, themselves, were exempt from the rules because of their power over death. Harry started to feel the emotions from those wanted to die of old age, but couldn't because they were bonded to Harry and his guilt multiplied continuously because of it.

"I don't think Dumbledore knew about the side effect of my sacrifice, but we can't change the past... Time is too powerful to be messed with..." Harry informed and tried to defend his old mentor. It was like he had read her mind. They silently agreed that they couldn't really blame Dumbledore, only for his manipulations, but not the suffering that most witches and wizards were going through.

She could see it in his eyes that he wanted to change the past. "Hermione, they are suffering. They had even tried to strangle and poison themselves... Their families are crying... I can't let them suffer any more... Please..."

Hermione couldn't answer him. She didn't know what to say. It had hurt her to hear that he didn't even think of her. It was maybe a selfish thinking. In the back of her mind, she had a nagging feeling, that Harry had stood back, because, Ron had shown an interest in her. Noble as he was, she wished inertly that he would be little more selfish. Maybe they could have lived in peace with the one they truly loved instead of the hell they had been through.

It was after fourth year her feelings really started to change. From that alone, she had pieced the clues together. It really had started in the middle of fifth year that the betrayal formed in the first place.

Silence pasted between them.

Hermione wished that they could fix the time turner, but as she was lost in thought, Harry had left her and was making his way towards that held the Veil of Death. How she knew she couldn't tell, but he was going to do it. Again. Sacrifice himself for the survival of the Wizarding world once again.

She rushed after him, hoping that he was not going to do what he had in mind... At least not without her...

Part II

The 211 year old Harry James Potter was standing in front of the mysterious Veil of Death. The voices had started to call to him. Soon after, an invisible force had forced him to stand where he was now mere feet away from the shimmering veil that separated him from the afterlife. It was like the answer to his question was behind the Veil. It was like the Veil wanted him to enter.

"Harry?" The nervous voice of his lover startled him. Harry turned to face her, it was like something was controlling his right hand. He was using his right hand to gesture her forward to his side, once she took his hand, a feeling of trust washed over him and that he knew what he was doing, was the right thing for everyone involved.

A smile escaped Hermione's lips. It was as if her rational mind had finally accepted it, a realization so rare for the witch. As every piece in the puzzle finally fitted together in her mind, she took his hand and again the alien feeling of being controlled, not forced, was guiding her closer to him and the Veil.

They were standing in front of the Veil, the voices calling to them, telling them, that it would be alright. Had he lost his own sanity, on the way to insanity? No, he could feel the Veils powers. It was his to command.

Without a single thought, The Resurrection Stone materialised in his free hand. His invisibility cloak embraced him from behind. He could feel something between his and Hermione's hands. As he looked down, he could see that he and Hermione were now holding the Elder wand. Their fingers wiggled together until they were interwoven, while the wand was between. They were sharing the hilt.

It was like his magic had a mind of its own...

Without any understanding of what he was doing, he moved The Resurrection Stone towards the wand. Only for it to be absorbed into the wand. Gazing unbelievably towards Hermione, their eyes locked and a silent conversation was held in that moment. The feeling that she was encouraging him washed over him, as if she was placing all her trust in him.

Somehow the feeling of everything was surreal, he did trust his magic, but he felt so useless... And his magic was calling, telling him to enter the veil with Hermione on his arm...

Harry was ready to go into the Veil, but before he could do anything, Hermione turned him around only to force her lips on his. She was kissing him passionately, and he returned the kiss with all his heart.

Her right knee moved upwards towards his hips before her leg wound around his waist holding him in place she then used her leg around his waist to draw him down to the floor. Not a single time did she stop kissing him.

Harry could feel Hermione's hungry hands roaming and rubbing his back. Before her soft hands moved away toward his neck. Now he was sitting down, and she was straddling him. Her arms around his neck as she was pressing her lips onto his. Harry's own arms around her waist. She moaned in pleasure. He groaned to the movement of the witch's hips. He was loving everything about her.

They broke the kiss as she was biting her lips. Her eyes were full of lust. Her breathing was heavy, and it turned him on. With a wave of her hand, the clothes on their lower half of their bodies were gone. The clothes that were banished away materialised fully folded next to them.

An innocent smile escaped onto Hermione's lips, before she again started to kiss him like there was no tomorrow. The truth was, there would likely be no tomorrow for them...

She stopped a moment to adjust her position. Her right hand moved away from his neck and down between their chests. She gently took his now full erection in her hand; stroking it up and down, making sure he was completely ready for the activities ahead. She was guiding it toward her womanhood. From there she lowered herself on to him slowly engulfing him inch by inch prolonging the pleasure of the first connection for both of them.

Harry could feel the softness, the warm wet silky walls engulfing his length. They couldn't get enough of each other, not since the deaths of Ginny and Ron Weasley for nearly 172 years ago.

She gasped lovely and in the same time excited. The feeling of completion reached his mind...

Her hips moved in an exotic way, pumping herself up and down on his member. He groaned her name, encouraging the woman to continue. Harry was kissing her lips, as she was gasping for air, steadily he made his way down to her neck and then gently moved toward her shoulder before he moved back up and repeated the same pattern on the other side, driving Hermione crazy with his soft gentle kisses. She still had her shirts on. Even so, his hand was already moving beneath her clothes. Forgetting that he was a wizard, he started to lift her shirt up to give him better access to her breasts.

Hermione, fortunately for both of them, didn't wear a bra.

A small smile escaped his lips, before he gently, but at the same time full of lust and hunger started to suck on her nipples, while his hand was massaging the lower part of her breast. She moaned at his sensual touches, encouraging him to continue with her lips, sucking and nipping every part of him she could reach. She enjoyed every part of him she could access.

Harry knew that Hermione had perfected her rhythm when riding him years ago, but every time she did, it still felt like the first time. As she started to move faster and deeper, he knew she was going to come. He tried to last as long as he could; nevertheless, it felt too good. It didn't help that her walls had started to tighten around him for every thrust she did.

His body went into a delighted spasm, as his hands moved toward her hips to grab and force her downward. As he had pushed her down, he came deep inside her. Hermione's head pulled away in shock. However, her eyes were full of happiness, and there were hints of satisfaction in them. Her hips started to move again after his hands relaxed. Harry could detect that Hermione had gained something to encourage her to continue. He had a feeling that his seed was the cause.

As she was pumping herself up and down on him with a rather satisfied smirk on her face, she was biting her bottom lip, driving Harry crazy.

His member was spent and sensitive to Hermione's movements. Even so, he knew that she hadn't come yet. By the look on her face, he could see her determined smirk as she started to pump herself faster and deeper. While he was not fully hard, he could see the lust in her eyes. His length was still satisfying her. He knew that she wanted to come, and he couldn't do anything about it. He, however, loved every moment of it.

"Just a little longer baby". She gasped. Her breathing was heavy as she started to nip his lips with her teeth.

He could see and feel his seed trailing out of her womanhood. She gasped again, as she started to move faster and faster.

Harry grinned and stopped her movement to the protest and disbelief of hers. Until he was on top of her. Her legs were still straddling him. Between the changes of position, Hermione had not a single time stopped her hips. As he started to pump herself due to his erection having recovered from the earlier round. From the look on her face, she was a happy witch.

It was now his time to work, so he started to pump into the witch beneath him, while she was trying to move her hips to reach the same rhythm as him. At the same time, she was trying to give him more access by spreading her legs even wider.

"Harry!" Hermione moaned. Her breathing was heavy and laboured as her legs and arm tightened around him. "Fuck me..." She trailed off and her body shivered into a spasm. She came screaming his name at the pleasure he had brought her.

Harry was not finished, he was close too. So he kept pumping into her harder and deeper while her inner walls tightened even more around his member from her orgasm. He knew that Hermione's body was really sensitive after her orgasms and true to his experience with her, her fingernails dug into his skin as he was continued pumping into her.

He could see and feel that she was enjoying it, but it the same time wanted him to stop. He was going to stop until a "Yes!" escaped from her mouth. She then pulled him down and started to kiss his face and neck hungrily.

Harry then pressed his lips toward hers to try to concentrate her mind toward his. Capturing her lips with his. It helped a little. As she gasped between his kisses. Fully focusing her lips on his. He loved when she tried to kiss his face and neck. Nevertheless, it was taking too much of his concentration away from the pumping of his hips.

"Mione!" He groaned as he came inside her for the second time. To his shock, she moved her hips up while she screamed his name again.

He could have collapsed on her. Even so, Harry decided not to do anything as they were gazing at each other. Hermione had a silly grin on her face, as she moved and nipped his lips with her teeth, before kissing him playfully. Like she was trying to tell him that she was loving every moment of it.

As he pulled out of her, a frown reached Hermione's face, but the silly grin returned shortly. Harry chuckled, panting as he rose up off of her.

As Harry was standing, he was looking down at Hermione still lying on the floor. Her legs were fully spread out, showing him the beautiful extent of her womanhood. It was dripping with their mixed essences. With her silly grin in place, she rose and shortly was sitting on her knees. She grabbed his member and started to kiss it gently and playfully.

"Thanks", She said after a few licks and kisses on his aroused member.

Then with no warning she took all his glory into her mouth.

"Hermione?" Harry asked. Hermione only looked up with his member half way into her mouth.

"Mmm?" she mumbled while stroking his length with her hand and mouth.

"Hermione?" He asked again. It felt too good for him. His mind had not even really come out down from the previous ecstasy, and now he was ready to burst again.

He managed to look down and as he tilted his head to get a better look at the beautiful woman doing amazing things to him. He could see that her other hand was touching herself. He could even see the white silvery liquid dripping from her wet folds.

As her stroking become faster, her other hand on her folds was starting to move faster too.

"I..." He never finished his sentence as he came in her mouth. From the look of things Hermione didn't mind as she gulped his seed down, while a scream escaped her mouth. From the look of it, Harry had a feeling that she had come as well.

She moved away from his member. The silly grin on her face was there again as she kissed his member for the last time before she rose up to stand. His eyes trailed down and he could see there was still some liquid escaping her folds.

Hermione then moved toward the clothes and was bending down to show her ass. Her gorgeous ass it took all of Harry's strength not to move toward her and take her from behind.

Her bending position lingered longer than necessary. As she grabbed her clothes, and turned toward him. Harry knew right away that he should have taken her from behind. Her face told him so.

Harry sighed and moved towards her, he kissed her just on the corner of the mouth. Before he grabbed his own clothes. A little slap on his butt from Hermione startled him as he moved around, only to have her grabbing the back of his neck and started to kiss him. Giggling she moved her hands toward his butt and squeeze it. She pulled his body toward hers. It was like she feared that they would not be able to have any sex again.

It was logical for her to think those kinds of thoughts; they were after all going to enter the veil...

"Now I can die happy" She said, and he nodded and then kissed Hermione passionately.

Once they were fully clothed again. Harry moved toward the Veil with Hermione's arms around his. They kissed for the last time. Not passionately, not full of lust, but gently. A kiss with a promise that whatever may happen, they would be there for each other.

"I regretted that I never kissed you when I first lay my eyes on you..." Hermione said as they took a step closer to the Veil. Harry could only nod to her statement.

"I wish we were married... that you were my first..." Harry said, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Hermione shuddered at his words before she nodded.

"Only memories of us, our achievement and our skills, the spells we learned. Everything else, we need to push away Harry" Hermione said as she squeezed his hand.

Harry nodded, but as he was going to reply, he felt like his magic was taking control of him. Normally, he would have protested more forcefully, but it felt so right. "Merge with yourself... we will die and be in the subconscious mind. Suppress any memories you don't like, not to ruin the life of yours. Only keep the fondness of memories. The mind will take years to adjust to the improvement..." Harry said. He knew that it was his own voice, but again it felt like it was forced out of him.

He looked toward Hermione. She was in shock too, but a nod from her told him that she understood. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed her lips toward him for a last kiss.

They entered the veil sidestepping while kissing...

Harry had closed his eyes the moment Hermione's lips touched his.

As he opened them, he was inside a room, a baby's room. As he scanned it, Harry soon saw a red hair woman lying lifeless on the floor in front of a bed. His heart beat heavily as he started to understand.

He moved closer and saw the baby. He saw himself. The baby with the same piercing eyes staring back at him as if looking into his soul.

He took the Elder wand toward the baby and pointed it at the scar. The lightning scar. A dark smoke escaped the scar. It made the little Harry grimace in pain. He looked adorable and in the same time looked like it was hurting him. Harry could see and understand the pain the baby was going through. Even so, the baby didn't cry. The dark smoke flew toward him.

Harry was The Master of Death. He knew, but he still didn't know what he was doing. Nevertheless, he knew that the smoke was a piece of Voldemorts soul and it had to die. Without knowledge of what he was doing, a scream came from the dark smoke before it vanished in front of him.

Again Harry didn't understand what he was doing. It was like a divine force was guiding him to do what he was about to do.

Harry took his invisibility cloak off, only to fold and lay it nearby the baby. Then he took his other wand with his left hand and moved it toward the elder wand. Before he knew it, the two wands merge into one.

Harry then laid the wand on top of the cloak. As he let go of the wand. In disbelief, the wand and the cloak merged into the baby. He was going to stop it. Until he saw the symbol, The Hollow. The symbol of the cloak, the stone and the wand was forming on the chest of the baby. Before his eyes. A silver amulet formed, then it was gone. On the chest of the baby was a burning symbol of the Hollows.

Harry smiled. He was finally greeting death. With his death, Harry in this world would have a fighting chance. A chance he didn't have in his own world.

His hands absently move toward the baby foreheads, as he touched. He could feel his life-forces reached and submitted to the baby. His body was sucked into the baby. Harry James Potter, 211 years old no longer exist. The world he came from. The witches and wizards from his world could finally rest in peace.

He just hoped that this Harry would be better than him. Maybe even save more lives... He hoped that Hermione also knew what to do. Without his knowledge, Harry's love for Hermione went into the subconscious mind of Baby Harry. Love for a woman, his skills and spells... Even the hollow from his world...

It will take years before everything could settle in the mind and body of the young Harry. Even so, the Master of Death had done his part, and he knew that Hermione had done her part.

Part III

A busy Friday the 30th August 1991. An 11 year old Hermione had arrived inside the train to Hogwarts, her trunks were with the others' trunks, only her handbags and whatever she could carry, she took with her. While it would normally be hard for her, she had hidden her wandless magic well. Her magic was really second nature to her. She didn't understand why she needed a wand. She knew that the wand was for focusing her magic. Nevertheless, something told her she had enough of it.

The primary schools she went to, kids her own age avoided her. They feared her, well that was after someone tried to bully her, making fun of her, no one could really explain what had happened to the boys and girls who tried, but the next day all of them were sick... She didn't really care about them any ways.

A dream of a raven hair boy had haunted her, or more focusing all her concentration towards the boy in the dream. She had called his name out in her sleep. Nevertheless, no matter what she tried, she couldn't remember his name when she woke from her sleep. She knew his face from the dream. The thoughts of him alone, were making her wet and horny.

It was the boy she cared about. To tell the truth, she had a feeling she cared more about the boy then her own parents. They love her. She knew, but a nagging feeling of hers told her that the boy from her dream loved her more.

She even bought books about soul-bonding; inertly she hoped she was soul-bonded to the boy, but what she had learned. Any soul-bonded couples would be noticed right away. And her last name would likely change.

If she was not soul-bonded to the boy in her dream, the chance of being rejected pushed into her mind, and being rejected by the boy she had dreamed about, since she could remember, was not something on her top list of things she wanted to accept. A feeling of dying reached the back of her mind, just by the thought of being rejected by him.

Hermione sighed heavily, as she entered into the first empty compartment. With a simple wave of her hand, she magically closed and locked the door.

Hermione then sat down and started to read her book. She wanted to read Hogwarts: A History again, but decided to try to get the book to dance in the air instead. She giggled to the funny way the book danced.

The sound of someone trying to open the door interrupted her fun; a scowl escaped her mouth as she released the lock with a wave of her hand.

As the door opened, her eyes widened. It was the boy from her dream. The raven haired boy with emerald eyes, he was cute. So cute she could jump him right away and kiss him. A burning feeling beneath her stomach and between her legs made her uncomfortable. However, she didn't care about the wetness in her womanhood. She didn't even care about what he would think if she ripped his clothes off. Hermione knew she had to kiss the boy, or she would regret it for the rest of her life.

The boy was looking at her. His eyes widened, but she could clearly see a smile escaping his lips as he was gazing at her up and down. A delighted feeling washed over her as the boy measured her up. She bit her lower lips. She wanted him to enter, so she could close and lock the door so they were not disturbed again, while she had her way with the boy in front of her.

As he stepped inside not even a word was exchanged between them. She didn't care about the lack of words; she had a feeling that she had always known him. If she could have her way with the boy. It would be a bonus...

Hermione waved her hand. The secret of her wandless magic was the last thing on her mind. The door closed and locked with her magic. The boy turned around, and waved his own hand. She could see his magic cloaking her adding an extra layer of strength to hers. She could see magic and how it was working, an ability she kept hidden. The young witch knew right away that his magic made some kind of bubble inside the compartment, a bubble that prevented any sound from escaping.

She looked at the boys clothing they were two sizes too big. She frowned. A feeling of wanting to hurt whoever he lived with reached the back of her mind, before it was pushed away as she unclothed the boy with her eyes. Hermione rose from her seat and moved toward him. As he turned around to face her, Hermione grabbed the back of his head and press him down towards her, as she captured his lips.

The feeling of power, the feeling of completion reached her mind as he kissed her back. She groaned and moaned to the kiss. Opening her mouth to lure his tongue out to play. As he finally did, she moaned delighted at the feeling of soft and warm feeling from his playful exploring tongue. She tried to push the kiss, as she wanted to enter his mouth with her own. And he let her.

Any logical sense of being too young was pushed away. She knew the problem of doing this to the boy, what other people would say. It didn't really matter to her; as long as the boy didn't mind. Hermione didn't care about the world around her. What mattered to her, was the boy she was kissing with a desire so great, that her mind would have a meltdown if they stopped.

Hermione smiled as his hands started to move under her shirt. The feeling of his hands roaming her back sent a desire through her to rip the boys' clothes off, barely able to restrain herself.

"Don't stop" Hermione managed to whisper. She actually wanted his hands to go lower, to go under her skirt. The desire to have the boys hands touching every inch of her body.

It was like he had read her mind, as his hands started to roam toward her hips, then as she thought, that he would stop. He reached the top edge of her skirt. He moved under it, toward her butt where he squeezed it delighted. A moan escaped her lips. She was savouring every moment of it. It was arousing her, making her body heat up like she had never felt before.

Before her young mind could comprehend it, he pushed her toward the seat, and she was lying under him with her legs spread and around his waist. The fear of letting him go was too great, so she locked her legs and arms around the boy on top of her, while her hips were moving, trying to feel the bulge between his legs.

Hermione knew that the boy was young, heck, they were both underage! Nevertheless, any logical thoughts were pushed away. The only thing on her mind was the boy and her need. Again, so long he didn't mind. However, from the look of things, he was enjoying it as much as she was.

Her hands moved toward his baggy pants. Fortunately, for her, his oversized pants were too big, with that in mind, it was easy to push them down.

As a matter of fact, after he had helped her kick them off, his shorts followed suit soon after.

They rolled on the seat until she was on top of him. Forcefully, she tried to rip the rest of his clothes away.

She was on top of him and straddling his hips. While her own hips were moving to feel every part of his young erected rod that was free from any clothing the only thing stopping them from touching intimately were her panties.

She felt his hands. His finger moved toward her core. Pushing her panties to the side... Normally she should stop him, but she couldn't, she was loving every second if the attention...

When his finger entered her, she gasped first in pain, but the desire for more pushed it away.

An enchanting smile escaped onto her kissable lips, as she hungrily bent down to kiss his neck. It was like she had waited to do it, since she had been born.

Her hips moved seductively to the movement of the boys finger inside her. She had too many clothes on. It was annoying. She wanted to show him her body. While she was still growing. She knew that he would love every part of her body.

She could feel the heat from her core as his finger moved in and out faster. She tried to lower herself every time he pushed his finger inside. Just to feel him deeper.

The pleasure was bearable, a feeling she had never felt before, yet it was familiar feeling in a way.

"Fuck me... please fuck me!" She screamed, how it even came out of her mouth she didn't know, nor did she know where the words had come from.

"Yes, fuck me with your finger.. ooh..", she gasped, "I..." Hermione never finished her sentence as she came hard on his hand and finger. She could feel the juice escaping her folds as her body spasm to the pleasure running up and down her core.

Hermione was panting heavily, as she kissed the boy 'thanks' for what he did. As her eyes gazed down, she could see her essence trailed out of her folds. His finger was still inside her, and she could even see the liquid on his lovely member.

Without warning she started to remove the upper part of her clothes. He didn't have any clothes on, why should she?...

Soon the only part of her clothes was not off, were her school skirt and her panties. A plan formed in her mind. Hermione started to kiss down the boy chest, toward his fully erected member. As she reached it, she kissed the top of it before sucking it. While she tried to kick her panties and skirt of in one swift movement.

"I..." He stuttered, but before he could finish, the boy came into her mouth. It was his first time after all.

A salty taste and a sticky liquid escaped into her mouth. It was shocking to say the least. Even so, as she accepted the juice inside her mouth, she started to love it. Hermione couldn't really get enough of him. Not even as his rod lost the hardness. She was still sucking and licking it clean.

She sucked it until he was hard again. A satisfied look on her face and one of ecstasy on his. She moved on top of him and guided his length into her. The pain from her core reached her mind, but her lust was too great, so she pushed the pain away as fast as it came.

As she started to move her hips, she was doing the exotic dance of love. Hermione moaned and screamed in delight. The pain was soon gone and only pleasure was left. Her first time so young, but she didn't care. She knew that this boy would stay with her for eternity. While she loved the idea of going and running from one side of the train to the other screaming, that she was having sex with this boy. She knew it had to be kept a secret, if she wanted to be doing it for all of eternity.

Her logical mind told her, to do something about pregnancy before he came in her. She did that with a wave of her hand. How she knew the spell, was because of all the dreams she had about this boy before she even had met him. She had read the books. She didn't really know for sure if the spell had worked, however, something in the back of her mind was telling her that it had worked perfectly.

She was riding him like she had done it hundreds of times before, true to all of her dreams. She might have done it in her fantasies more often than not.

As he came inside her, Hermione got a small orgasm from it. It felt so erotic to her, not only the feeling from her orgasm, but also the feeling of his seed inside her. It felt warm and needed, with another feeling a completion. She didn't really come, not really, more like a small pop telling her that something bigger was building up in her core.

Hermione knew there was something major on the way. She was pumping her arousing and seductive her hips up and down. She frowned upon a little, as she could feel his length had lost a little of the hardness. She had grown to like.

Moving her finger toward her clitoris, to help her on her way, Hermione could still feel his seed inside her, helping her inner walls to feel him better as they were stroking his length...

She didn't even know that his member had started to harden again, well her body probably knew as it geared her tempo up. She was so close, yet so far away. She wished he was bigger, but agreed that the boy was not even a teenager yet. Her body was starting to tire, she really needed to come now before her stamina faded away and exhaustion set in.

"I love you!" The boy groaned as he was now starting to move his own hips in time with hers.

"Yes... Fuck me!" Hermione screamed as she assaulted the poor boy lips with her own, happy that the boy started to help her out with his hips.

As she kissed him hungrily, her body started to react, every nerve on her body screamed at her. It was like the pleasure was screaming at her to release it. Bigger than when this raven haired boy with emerald green eyes made her cum with his finger.

"Yes, don't stop!" She whispered, "Oh I am..." Her hips had stopped moving up and down, only her finger on her clitoris and the boys' moving hips were pleasuring her. Every fibre of her being was awaiting this release.

"Me..." He managed to say, as he pumped into her. "Too..." Were the last words he said as he came inside her. His lover juice made her cum too. As she bent down to kiss him, only to end up screaming into his mouth from the pure pleasure.

She had a feeling that her eyes had rolled back into her skull as she collapsed on top of him with him still inside her. To Hermione, it was the right place for his length anyway.

Hermione was absently kissing every skin she could reach.

She could feel his warm panting breathe on her neck. "So, what's your name?" She asked dazedly, panting, she couldn't help but feel little air headed...

"Harry... Harry Potter." He replied softly, "Yours?"

"Hermione... Hermione Granger..." She replied with a panting voice. "I love you..."

"I love you too Mione..." Harry whispered, his breathing also heavy.

"I love it... thank you..." She giggled silly, this was life, this was what she wanted.

"I think we need to move, I-" Hermione interrupted him with a kiss.

"I am not moving buster... stay were you are... If I woke up and find out that you are not inside me, I going to fuck you senseless..." Hermione giggled heartily... It was a win win statement after all.

"What would happen if I am inside you?" Harry teased her, while nipping her ears.

Hermione moaned at the sensation. "Then you have to fuck me senseless..." She replied cheekily before falling asleep on top of him.

The End of Chapter I

(A/N)

So what do you think? What would you like to see happens next?

Hmm. I know for sure that people would scream that they too young... while I don't care... (erhm) I shouldn't care, since people had been warned... Well for the most part anyway.

But hey... to my defence... Don't mess with time... and giving most of the memories from a 200 years adult to a young mind. Those minds had 10 years to adjust to the mind of adults Harry and Hermione...

Yes Hermione and Harry will be a really gifted students... Now.. the question would be... light-dark – Good-Evil...

I am reminding your guys, that This is Horror story...

The warning are this:

Time is dangerous. Skills and knowledge are powerful. Emotions from the previous life are more dangerous then anything combine...