Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The clock struck 12. A man quickly moved through the halls of the castle, with a pensive look on his face. He sped through the staircases, knowing exactly where to go. They had been meeting like this for many weeks now. They would do their rounds separately to cover more ground and finish as fast as possible. He finally reached his destination, the Astronomy Tower. Taking a deep breath, he entered the balcony. She didn't turn toward him, knowing who it was. Harry put his arms around her; she smiled and turned around to face him, and they shared the first kiss of the day. This was not a kiss of awkward teenagers, as one might expect given their ages. Rather, it was one of experience. One of love and caring, not the usual lust that pumped through their school-mates veins. Slowly and reluctantly, he pulled apart, knowing that she would soon need air. Resting his forehead against her' he finally spoke.
"You have no idea how much I wanted to do that."
"I have a pretty good idea, considering that I wanted to do the same." He smiled, pulling her closer, a task that seemed impossible. She grinned back at him.
"We best not waste time then," pulling her into another kiss, this time one of passion.
"I don't like having to sneak around like this, 'Mione." He mumbled against her soft, delectable lips.
"I know, Harry, but right now it's for the best. We'll tell them soon enough."
Suddenly, he jerked back, as if electrocuted. She already knew what he was going to say. He had said it many times before. "But why not now? We didn't say anything at first because of the war, and then because of Ron and Ginny, but now they're both happy! Ron's with Lavender and Ginny with her mystery boyfriend! I don't see why we can't tell them now, 'Mione!"
"I know, love. I'm just as anxious as you are. Do you think that I don't want to proclaim to the world that Witch Weekly's Most Eligible Bachelor is under my spell?"
"Oh, so that's how you got me, eh? Witch." She laughed. It had taken some time, but he had finally gotten back to normal, or as close to it as he would get. The war had taken a lot out of him. With the death of Remus, the last connection to his parents was gone. Many others had tried to help, but he would only respond to Hermione. Then again, she did have a very special way of distracting him. She was brought back to the real world, by his soft baritone.
"I just don't know why I have to sneak around, Hermione. I'm your Husband for Merlin's sake, not some plaything!"
"I know Harry. I have been married to you for the past ten months." They had gotten married after Ron left the tent during their hunt for the Horcruxes. She could still see the moment they kissed for the first time as if it were yesterday.
-Flashback-
She had been crying for about an hour, though not for the 'right' reasons. The sad thing was that she wasn't actually that sad that Ron had left. 'I mean, he really wasn't contributing anyway! He's just our comic relief, for Merlin's sake!' No, she was crying because a certain raven-haired wizard hadn't yet come to comfort her, tell her everything would be okay, because they had each other. She was just about to give up hope, when she felt a hand gently touch her arm.
"'Hermione, are you okay? Sorry, stupid question." He rubbed his hand over her shoulder, softly humming. "I just want you to know that whatever happens, I'm here, Hermione. If you need anything, I'm here."
HE stood up to leave, but Hermione suddenly pulled his hand down, and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry, Harry. I've been completely useless these days haven't I?"
"No-"
"It's alright, Harry. I just can't believe that he would leave us like that. We're in the middle of a war, and he just stalks off like that!" He laughed.
"This is the Hermione Granger I know and love!"
They sat in silence, Harry's arms around her, she sitting in her lap. It wasn't an awkward silence, he realized, like it would have been with anybody else. Instead it was one of close friends, lovers even. The silence that came with complete understanding of another. Suddenly, Harry blurted out, "Hermione?"
"Yes Harry?"
"Why do you think that everybody else thinks that we're romantically involved? There was Rita, Victor, Cho, and even Molly thought so for some time! I mean, I even heard that the staff had a pool as to when we would get together, if we hadn't already!"
There was another short period of silence, as Hermione pondered the question. In reality, she had already though of this question, and even answered it, but the fact that he was playing with her hair, made her mind go blank (a feat not easily achieved). Slowly regaining her wits, she started, "I don't know, Harry. I think that it might be because we're so close. We can communicate without words. We trust each other with our lives. We're compatible, I guess. Plus, apparently, we're a lot like your parents were, so the professors were especially certain as to our relationship." He continued to play with her hair, mesmerized by her soft lips, and her slightly red cheeks. "CanIkissyou?" He blurted out.
"What?"
"Never mind"
"No seriously, tell me Harry" using her 'I'm the next McGonagall' tone.
Taking a deep breath, he continued, " I mean, so many wise people can't be completely wrong, can they? And I might be dying-" Hermione tried to interrupt, but Harry powered forward "-so I just want to try to live life without regrets, you know? *Don't' forge the fact that you need to taste those lips. You need to feel the softness of her cheeks as you kiss her. Don't forget the fact that you love her.*
"Alright." Despite her outwardly cool appearance, she was leaping with joy inside, despite trying not to get too excited. There was, after all, a possibility that he wouldn't like the kiss, and her fantasy would end, just like that.
"Really?"
"Really, Harry"
"Okay." Slowly, he leaned forward, eyes flicking between her lips and her eyes. Unable to wait any longer, Hermione forcefully took him by the shirt and yanked his lips on to hers. The result was explosive. She had read about kisses with a lover being like fireworks, but that was like comparing a light bulb to the sun. The first kiss was a chaste one; no tongue, just lips on lips. They pulled apart, staring at each other. Then Harry pulled her in for a second kiss, one filled with lust and need. He ran his tongue against her lips, begging for entrance, and being the good girl she was, she gladly opened her mouth for him. Tongues clashed together, fighting for dominance as if to say"Submit!"
That night, they didn't have sex. No, they made love. And in the morning they did it again. The next week, they had gotten married with only Amelia Bones, the Head of the DMLE there (she still had to make an Unbreakable Vow not to give any information about the wedding to anyone other than those who already knew about the wedding.
-Flashback Ends-
"We'll tell them soon, love. I promise."
"Okay, love. Thank you." He kissed her again. Her thoughts of their fist night together had affected her, and she ground her hips into her his, causing a strangled groan to escape his lips. She captured them again, while grabbing his already expanding member and mumbled against his lips, "Take me back to our room, Harry."
"Gladly." And so they headed to their dormitory.
Author's Note:
I've been reading fanfiction for about 3 years now, and this idea has been stirring my brain for about a year and a half. This is my first fic, though, so please review!