A/N: This is the first fic I've written in quite some time, so I hope I haven't gotten too rusty. Contains lemon.

Hermione's eyes were filled with tears as she clutched Harry to her breast. Her breathing was ragged and her chest heaved as her sobs racked her body. "I can't believe… How can he be…"

"Shh," Harry said soothingly, stroking her hair gently. "Don't tax yourself, Hermione." He squeezed her tightly, and her tears splashed down his front.

"Why him?" She asked softly. "Why did Ron have to die?"

"Sometimes, these things just happen," Harry said sympathetically. "We're in a war, Hermione. People die."

They had been hiding out in the Forest of Dean for several weeks, and they were preparing to change their campsite when they were attacked by some Death Eaters. Ron had bravely told Hermione to get out of the way so he could protect her when there was a flash of emerald light. Hermione had screamed, and Harry had pulled her into an apparition.

"WE HAVE TO GO BACK!" She had shrieked, clawing at him.

"There's no point," he told her. "He's dead."

Hermione slumped against him. "Harry… I never got to tell him that I loved him."

Harry felt a twinge of jealousy in his chest, but he ignored it. "I'm sure he always knew."

Hermione hiccupped, gave Harry a strange look, and then said, "What if… What if I didn't love him?"

Harry was stunned. "But you're crying!"

"He was my good friend, but… I never loved him the way he loved me."

Harry was stunned. "But… Hermione… What do you mean?"

Hermione looked up. There was an odd fire in her emerald eyes, and her face grew flushed. Harry was suddenly aware of her tantalizing proximity to his chest. "What if I said I loved someone else?" She asked slyly.

Harry's heart was pounding. Did Hermione really mean what he thought she meant? "It depends on who it is," he said carefully.

Suddenly, Hermione sat up, brought her face close to his, and whispered, "Harry, I love you." With that, she pressed her lips to his. Her tongue slipped inside, caressing his teeth, gums, tongue. It was electrifying!

Harry drew away in shock. "Hermione…"

Her eyes narrowed, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders. "Harry… I need you now." She stroked his growing bulge, and Harry swallowed nervously.

"Hermione… I'm a virgin."

She smiled cockily. "So am I." She unzipped his trousers, then leaned in for another kiss.

Harry knew this was wrong, but Hermione was so beautiful, and come to think of it, he'd always been in love with her, too. She was the heart and soul of their trifecta, and all he wanted now was to feel her lips on his… His…

He gasped as she lapped at his rigid member, and his nails dug into the couch he sat on. "Harry…" She murmured.

"Don't stop."

She willingly obliged, her mouth engulfing him in sensual pleasure. He gasped in pleasure, and whispered, "Hermione, I want to be inside you."

She withdrew, licking pre off her lips, and she allowed him to help her out of her skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and juices were already running down her thighs. She lay down on the bed, spreading her legs for him. He gently lowered himself onto her, easing his thick cock into her silky folds. She moaned in ecstasy, and bucked her hips. "Deeper, Harry…"

He thrust into her, faster and faster, until he could feel himself ready to cum. "Hermione… I think I might…"

"DON'T STOP!" She screamed in pleasure as she came, and as she did so, so did Harry. He collapsed on top of her, utterly spent.

"Harry…" She whispered softly.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"I love you so much. Just… Thanks."

They lay there in the tent for an eternity, simply enjoying how perfectly their bodies fit together.