Chapter 2
It was dark, she couldn't make out what was happening, the scene before her stood just slightly out of focus. She could hear him screaming in agony, pleading for the pain to stop, begging for death.
"What good would you do anybody dead Mr. Potter", a cold dry voice said.
The air was spilt again in another deafing scream. She could see more clearly now, she could make out the nearly lifeless form of Harry lying on the floor, writhing in pain.
"You must learn to control your pain, I know it hurts and it will continue until you learn to block it out", said the voice that she could now see coming from a shadowy figure as he let his wand fall again causing Harry to cry out in agony.
It was unbearable; watching him like this, in such pain, knowing there's nothing she could do about it. She began screaming.
"Harry, Harry……" she cried out.
"Hermione, wake up, wake up" Ron said as we shook her awake.
She shot straight up and looked at Ron. It took her a few moments to shake the haze of sleep off, she was sweating profusely and shaking very bad.
"What…What happened", she stammered.
"You were having another nightmare, a pretty bad one from the sounds of it" he said sounding worried.
"Did I say anything" she asked.
"Same as always you were just screaming Harry's name over and over again. If I didn't know better I'd say it was a sex dream" he said sounding a bit deflated.
"Oh Ron, shut up, it was nothing like that" she said angered over the fact that Ron still brought up these issues, "It was horrible, just like the rest, Harry was being tortured, and he was in s..such pain" she said trying to fight the tears she'd come so used to shedding over these nightly terrors.
"Well I'm sure they'll pass in time, you'll be ok" he said as he rolled over to go back to sleep.
"How can you say that" she yelled suddenly very angry over Ron's continued lack of concern for Harry. "Harry could be out there hurt, or in trouble and you could care less"
"Listen Herm," he began as she cast him another sharp look, she had hated that pet name. "Harry's made it clear he doesn't want to be found, so we need to respect that, besides he can take care of himself. Now please let's get some sleep, tomorrows going to be tough enough to get through."
"Fine" she gritted through her teeth.
Ron rolled over and was asleep at once. She lied back down knowing sleep wouldn't come, and quiet honestly she didn't want it to. She has been having these nightmares for over a month now and she didn't know what they meant.
It had been nearly a year since Harry had disappeared and it had come to a shock to the whole wizarding world. All felt deeply saddened at the hasty departure of their famed hero, but they respected his wishes and didn't seek him out.
Ron and Hermione had been allowed to return to Hogwarts to finish their final year and complete their N.E.. After their service in the war and final battle they had been made Head boy and girl respectively, and now sleep in the Head's common room they shared. They begun dating shortly after their return to school, much to the delight of Mrs. Weasley, and from what everybody could see they were a perfect couple.
Thou everything was not how it seemed. Although Hermione was happy with Ron, for the most part, his constant insecurities, and lack of ambition bothered her to no end. But there was something else, something that went deeper, and she knew just what that thing was. She was still in love with Harry. Most nights she would simply lay awake after Ron went to sleep and think about him, about the times they shared. She would remember his smile, his laugh, the way he carried himself. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders and he never let it drag him down. But mostly she remembered his eyes, his piercing green eyes that seemed to tell the story of his life with a single look.
A story that was now famous through every corner of the wizarding world. Life after the final battle returned to normal fairly quickly, all things considered. Kingsley took the reigns of the ministry and brought it back to the side of light. Most of the remaining death eaters fled the country after the final battle and the rest were rounded up pretty quickly. Kingsley did away with all the insane laws about muggle borns that had been in place under Voldemort's reign. And Hermione was pleased when professor McGonagall had approached her and Ron to let them know that Hogwart's would be reopening at the start of term, and they were welcomed to come back to finish their education. But nothing could make Hermione feel truly happy, knowing she not only cost the wizarding world the presence of their great hero, but she had cost herself to lose the only man she ever loved.
She was content to go out with Ron but never truly happy. She spent a lot of times thinking about those nights, alone in a tent with Harry after Ron had left them on their hunt for the Horcruxes. At first they had just been there for each other, just being friends. Then suddenly it changed. The night of their experience at Godric's Hallow, they came back to the tent and Hermione had discovered she had accidentally broken Harry's wand. She felt horrible thou Harry had reassured her many times it was not her fault. He told her to get some sleep while he took first watch. She did but she didn't sleep long, and when she awoke she heard something strange, she knew at once what the sounds were and it broke her heart to hear them. Harry could be heard just outside the tent quietly sobbing to him self, and with each one she could feel his pain.
She walked slowly over to him; she wanted to comfort him, to hold him, to let him know that everything would be ok. She approached him and quietly placed her soft hand on his back. He slightly jumped, but relaxed again, the sobbing stopped at once.
"I thought you were sleeping," he said.
"I was" she replied.
"I didn't wake you did I" he asked.
"No I just couldn't sleep" she answered. "Harry what's wrong"
"Nothing" he lied.
"Please Harry, let me help you, tell me what's wrong" she said a pleading was alive in her voice.
He just sat there for a moment slightly rocking back and forth, his arms wrapped around his knees.
"I..I just don't know if I can do it. If I can beat him. I don't know if I can win. So many have died already and so many more will die if I can't find a way to win" he finished with his heads between his legs.
"Oh Harry, I know it seems impossible but I do know one thing if their's anyone in this world who could do this its you" she said sounding confident while wrapping her arms around him.
"Thank you Hermione for everything, I know I've placed you in terrible danger, I know the burden I've put on you and everyone else I care about" he said.
"Please don't feel guilty about that, were all doing this because we love you, because we want to save our world, quit beating yourself up over it." she said placing her head on his shoulder while rocking back and forth in sync with him.
"Hermione there's something I've wanted to say to you for a long time, something I may not get a chance to say again" Harry started.
"What is it Harry," she said now looking into his eyes.
He opened his mouth as if beginning to say something then all of the sudden he kissed her full on the lips. She struggled slightly at first being caught off guard, but she soon found herself kissing him back, deeply, passionately.
They sat there for what seemed like forever, losing each other in the depth of their kisses and the passion of their embrace. Then suddenly Harry stood up and picked Hermione up bridal style and took her over to the bed still pressing his lips to hers the entire time. He gently placed her on the bed and began kissing her down her jaw line, to her ear lobe and then her neck. She let out soft moans of pleasure as he did this.
She began to run her fingers through his wild and unruly hair as he worked on her neck, she then reached her hands underneath his short and felt his well toned abs, hardened through years of Quidditch, The feeling of her soft hands running up and down his chest and torso elicited a deep growl.
She pulled his shirt off and saw his pecks and abs in the light of the fire in the room. She felt herself getting moist between her legs. Harry pulled her sweater over her head, reveling a tank top underneath. It was very cold in the tent but he noticed her nipples poking through the soft fabric, standing erect. He skimmed his had over her breast and she let out a sharp gasp. He then began kissing her collar bone bringing about even more moans of pleasure. She could feel a bulge swelling in his pants rubbing against her lag, she was stunned, she never would have thought she could have brought this reaction out in him. He began to lift her shirt off, and she sat up slightly to allow him to. She lay there with her breasts fully exposed, and she saw him just looking at her.
"My god Hermione you are beautiful" he said as her looked down at her. Her breast weren't very larger but the were full, and the light pick was brought into sharp contrast by the darkness of her areolas and nipples which were now fully erect.
He took one of her breast in his hand and began to massage it gently, allowing his fingers to rub against her hard nipples. She moaned loudly at his touch as he began to squeeze her nipples between his fingers. Softly at first and then harder. He then placed several small kisses on chest before he took her breast in his mouth and began to suck it, lightly teasing her nipple with his tongue.
"Oh yes Harry, ohhhh. That feels so good," she moaned as he began to unto her pants. He worked the button lose and quickly pulled them off leavening her legs full exposed, the only thing that separated him from her budding womanhood was the delicate fabric of white cotton panties, already very wet from her arousal. He placed his hand between her legs, while still working her breast in his mouth; she spread them slightly to give him more access. He ran his fingers over velvet folds lightly, causing her to almost scream in pleasure.
"Humm do you like that" he asked.
"Yes oh yes, more, Harry" she moaned.
"As you wish" he smiled, as he began to rub her with a little more force now, light skimming over her bud causing her to throw her head back in cries of pure pleasure. He slipped the panties off and began working her stimulated clit.
"Oh bloody hell that feels good Harry" she cried out.
He forced her open slightly inserting a finger inside, and probing for depth. She had never felt like this before, sure she had pleasured herself but nothing like this, it felt so good, so intense, so right. He slides another finger inside and began working them back and forth, while working working over her clit with his tongue.
This nearly sent her over the edge as she began to buck her hips wildly and moan deeply, she felt her climax coming ad she knew it would be stronger if she had it while he was inside her.
"Harry take me; take me now, in need to feel you inside me". she pleaded.
He was more than pleased to oblige, working to get his pants off, finally managing to do so, he stood there fully nude in front of her the fires of a deep seeded passion burning in his eyes. She gasped as she looked him up and down focusing now on his fully erect member. Thou this was the first one she'd ever seen she knew it was large very much so, she soon worried weather or not it would fit.
He placed himself between her legs and looked deep in her eyes.
"Hermione are you sure" he said.
"Yes just go slow" she answered. He nodded and placed himself right on the tip of her opening. He placed the tip in gently causing her to take in a sharp breath. He pushed himself deeper inside causing her to wince in pain
"Are you ok" he asked not wanting to hurt her.
She nodded, "yeas I'm ok, go ahead, slowly please". He began to work himself in and out of her causing him moan in ecstasy. The pain only lasted for a little while and then it was quickly replaced by pleasure, as he thrust deeper between her walls she could feel a heat building in her stomach. She never thought anything could feel this good, but here it was, and it was with Harry, the boy she'd secretly longed for so long. She thought he'd never see her as anything but his nerdy bookwormish friend. But here he was making love to her, and it felt amazing.
She screamed loudly with pleasure with each thrust knowing she was quickly reaching her crescendo.
Finally she let out a loud scream, "Harry I'm so close, don't stop, yes Harry right there, I can feel it, I'm cumming."
The waves of pure pleasure racked her body, over and over again, causing her walls to constrict around Harry, this sent him over the top and he with one last massive thrust emptied himself in her. Moaning her name in the ecstasy of the moment.
They just looked into each others eyes while they came down from their mutual orgasms. Then he pulled out and placed himself on his side wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close to his chest.
Hermione was beside herself. Never had she experienced anything like that. After all she heard about sex she thought it would feel good, but not that good. The passion and the intensity of it took her over. She wondered if all sex was as good as this, if it was just because she was with Harry.
After a few minutes Harry leaned into close to her ear and whispered, "Hermione,'.
"Yes" she cooed smiling.
"I need to tell you something," he said.
"OK" she answered.
"I love you, I've loved you for years now, I've just never had the nerve to tell you, but I do. I love you like the horizon loves the setting sun" he said.
This caught her by surprise, she never know Harry could be so romantic. "I love you, too" she replied.
She could feel him kissing the back of her neck lightly while they both drifted, side by side, into a deep and for once for Harry an untroubled sleep.
The morning light broke through the window of the heads common room. It brought Hermione back to the present and out of her memory. She looked over at Ron, still fast asleep and snoring, and she wondered, where that man was now, the man of her deepest hearts desire. Where was he and what he was doing.