A/N: Dramione will always be my OTP, I always thought they were the perfect testament of true forgiveness and love. But I love Harry Potter too and when I was reading the books, I really wished that he had ended up with Hermione. Look what they accomplished together, side by side. So, they are a happy couple here with fantasies that will soon be turned into reality with the help of one flirty Draco Malfoy (I can't write anything without him in it, I adore FF Draco too much!).

This is a threesome story so if that isn't your cup of tea, this is your warning to stop right here.

This is also pure fantasy that the Muse refused to stop whispering in my ear til I broke down and wrote it! If you too like to live vicariously through these kinds of stories, read on...and enjoy.

Prologue: Autumn 1997

Harry and I just had a breakthrough that could possibly lead us to another horcrux. But Ron was acting crazy and he didn't believe anything we said. He insinuated something was going on between me and Harry...again. For what seems like the millionth time, I am denying it. He says, "Are you coming then?" I stared at him incredulously and then looked at Harry. I can't leave him, the fate of our world was on his shoulders and he can't do this alone. He needs me. Because I hesitated too long to answer him, Ron went beserk. He threw up his hands, yanked the horcrux off his neck and stormed out of the tent. We heard the crack of apparition. He was gone.

I sank to my knees, shoulders shaking and I am trying to breathe but I am wracked with sobs. I was so fucking pissed at Ron. I know part of it was the locket making him crazy but still, making me choose when there wasn't really a choice was so damn unfair of him. I shook my head and thought to myself, "Fuck him! I am so done with that shitshow."

I am so far inside my head that I don't realize Harry was right beside me and had pulled me into his arms. I am so freaking tired. I looked into those emerald eyes, so full of concern and...love? Of course we loved each other. We're best friends. Harry had always been there to comfort me when Ron made some snarky comment that hurt my feelings. Or downplayed my intelligence. Or ignored me for another girl. Then I think of how Harry always encouraged me. Said nothing but kind words to me. Was always there for me. Had my back no matter what. Still I had held on to the notion that it was supposed to be me and Ron. But no more. Not after this. I am over him. I leaned back a little to study Harry's face. God, he looks like I feel. Battered, broken down, done. But there is something else. Something in his eyes. That look of love...but it isn't a look he had given me before. I finally ask him, "How long?"

He says, "As long as I've known you."

I buried my face in my hands. I then looked up and said, "What about Ginny?"

"You were so determined to be with Ron, I thought it was high time I moved on...but Hermione, it's you that I love. It's been you, it will always be you."

I wiped away my tears with my arm. I knew I had feelings for him but I had pushed them deep down, thinking I would rather be his friend than try to be more and lose him forever. And yeah, there was that thing I thought I had with Ron. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What the hell was I supposed to say anyway? Instead I traced his jawline with my fingers. I looked back into those emerald eyes and sighed. I've been focusing on the wrong boy. All this time. Here is a true man before me. I made up my mind. I put my hands on his face. I drew him closer to me and put my lips on his. Oh god, his lips are so soft. The kiss immediately deepened as his tongue begged entrance. I opened up to receive it. His hands are in my hair as he pulled me closer. All this time, feeling unwanted and unloved by that weasel! That was the last time I would ever waste a thought on him. I got on Harry's lap. I started to rock on his arousal. He groaned and I pulled him close to snog the hell out of him. I needed to be as close to him as possible. He broke off our kiss and grabbed the hem of my shirt to pull it off me. I grabbed his and do the same. He was already unhooking my bra and I moaned as his mouth found one of my nipples. His hand fondled the other breast. I held his head to my chest. I kissed his hair and then carefully kissed his scar and gasped, "Oh my god, Harry..."

"Hermione, I need you now!" We both got up. He grabbed my arse then started to undo the button on my jeans. I cup his arousal then start to unbutton his pants. I pulled the zipper down and hooked my fingers into the sides of his pants and pulled down both them and his boxer briefs at the same time. They fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them. I looked down and licked my lips. He was so beautiful. I can't wait to feel him between my legs. He yanked down my pants. He fingers me through my cotton knickers and says, "So wet...is this for me Hermione?"

"Yes, all for you, Harry!" I took his hand and put it inside my knickers. He groaned while fingering my clit. He took his hand out and pulled them off me. He picked me up bridal style and carried me to his cot. I acciod my wand and made the cot wider for us. He put me gently down and got on top of me. He looked into my eyes and said, "Oh my god Hermione, you don't know how long I've been dreaming of this. You want me, right? You're not doing this to get back at him, are you?"

"I want you Harry...make love to me." I grabbed his cock to line it up with my slit. I needed him right now. He started to push in and we both groaned. He started making progress, centimeter by centimeter. My pussy feels so tight around him. Thankfully it's also wet so he is having an easy time of it. Once he is finally all in me, I feel deliciously full.

"Are you okay Mione?"

"Oh yes, Harry...move baby!"

He laughed and started to make slow, shallow thrusts. He felt incredible. "Faster, Harry!" He rocked his hips and my legs automatically went around his waist. I used my heels to drive him in deeper. He gasps, "You feel so good around me Mione!"

"God, Harry, you feel like you were made for me! Fuck me hard, make me come! He snapped his hips and reached a sweet spot I never knew existed until he reached it over and over. "Oh god, Harry, oh god...", escaped my lips as I clenched around his cock. That puts him over the edge and soon he spilled into me. We looked at each other and smiled while both gasping for breath. I pulled him close to kiss him. He was the light at the end of tunnel. He was worth all the heartache I had to go through to get to this moment. It opened my eyes to the truth that he really was my chosen one. And somehow, even though it was still hard, the things we had to do to defeat the Dark Lord seemed easier because we knew that in the end we would be together in all the ways that really mattered.