Author's notes: This story does not take place from one day to the next. No one has that much endurance...not even Harry Potter!

Chapter 4: Half of my Heart

Why was he here? Oh yes, Hermione forced him visit.

Harry roamed the halls; pictures of his childhood hung everywhere. He stood in front of a particularlly large photo. The Golden Trio. It had been taken during their 2nd year at Hogwarts. They looked happy.

He hated this place. Did he need a reminder of what ignorance looked like?

Harry shook his head. Keep walking Harry. He stopped in front of their bedroom, hearing yelling inside.

The door flew open, revealing a very angry Ron. He stormed past Harry and into the floo.

"You okay?"

She wiped the tears away and looked up. "Yeah. Ron just needs a little air."

Harry leaned against the door. "Is it me?"

Hermione walked over and hugged him. "No. It's all of us."

Harry shrugged her off and walked back into the guest room. It was him. All his hate. All his anger. He brought it into their home.

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It was dark when he woke. The flat was quiet. Harry made his way into the kitchen.

Where would she keep the booze?

Harry had finished half the bottle when she found him, slumped on the floor.

"Why are you doing this?" She took the bottle.

He grabbed, missing. "Just let me be Mione."

Hermione pulled him to his feet. "I can't."

"Why?" He moaned, when she pushed him to the sofa.

Hermione looked him in the eyes, "Because, you're my best friend."

He laughed, "That was a long time ago."

She sat down next to him. "Harry, we all hurt. We all lost."

"Shut up."

She brushed it off. He was drunk. "I know you feel like you hurt more-"

"Fucking hell, Mione. Just shut the fuck up. I don't wanna hear your shit."

"Then what the fuck do you want? I can't keep watching you do this to yourself."

"Then don't."

Harry stood and retrieved the bottle. He took another gulp before she batted it away. Anger consumed him.

"The great Hermione Granger. Always sticking her nose where it doesn't belong." He backed her into the corner. "For once, just mind your own business." His arms trapped her against the wall. "Maybe I am happy. Alone."

Hermione stood her ground. "Well tough luck, because you'll never be alone." She pushed him back, walking around him. "You'll always have the pain and memories. And all those fuckers worshiping the ground you walk on." She turned to face his back. "And you'll always have me."

He leaned his head against the wall and laughed. "I don't want any of it," Harry turned to face her. "Including you."

She slapped him; the sound echoed through the flat. "You ungrateful bastard. After all that I've done for you."

Harry lifted his head. "What have you done? Helped me? Saved me?" He pushed past her. "I don't want your help...I don't want to be saved. Not this time."

"Harry!" Hermione grabbed his arm. "Don't walk away from me."

He pulled away. "Or what!" Harry shook his head, "Go back to playing house, Mione. Go back to your fucking husband." He walked towards the guest room. "Go back to forgetting that you all left me behind."

Tears fell down her cheeks. "We didn't leave you. I- I didn't leave you."

"Yeah. It sure felt like it."

"I'm sorry. I-"

Harry stopped. "It doesn't matter. You chose him...and he chose, to be as far away from me as possible."

"That's not what happened."

"Yes it is...because I killed Fred. I killed them all."

"No, you didn't. Volde-"

"They died because of me!"

"Harry, please!"

"I'll leave. I'll be gone by morning...then he'll come back and you can be happy again."

"Harry..."

He closed his eyes. "Just stop Mione. You can't save me. All I want is to get drunk and get laid. Just let me go."

/

A warm body snuggled next to him. Lips caressed his own.

She smelled of alcohol.

He was dreaming.

Oh, but it felt so real.

Hair covered his face as lips moved lower.

Yes. Lower.

Small hands cradled him; slowly pumping his length.

Yes. Just like that.

Warmth engulfed him. His hands tangled in soft hair.

Deeper. Suck harder.

A tongue lapped his balls.

Fuck. Yes.

She teased his nipples.

Don't stop.

He gripped her waist.

Oh, it's tight. You're so tight.

She rode him slow, letting him feel every inch of her.

It feels so real.

She bent down, pushing her breast in his face.

You taste so good.

She moaned as he sucked harder.

Ride me. Harder.

She sat up.

Yesss.

Harry gripped her thighs, moving her back and forth.

So close.

She leaned down, whispering. "Don't cum in there, Harry."

He opened his eyes.

What are you doing? What have you done?

Harry tried to push her off.

Hermione held him down. "I didn't choose him. He chose me. You didn't."

He stared into her eyes, letting the words sink in.

She's drunk. She doesn't know what she's saying, but Gods, she feels so good. Why can't I have this? It's mine! It's mine tonight.

He flipped her, face down on the bed. "I'll cum anywhere I want. And you'll take it."

He pushed himself into her again.

So tight.

Hermione bit down on a pillow, muffling a moan.

"Is he home?"

She nodded.

"He asleep?"

She nodded.

"Do you want him to hear me fucking you?"

She nodded.

Harry grabbed her breasts.

"I want him to hear. I want him to know how good and tight you feel."

Her knuckles were white from clinging on to the pillow so hard.

"Gods, Mione. Doesn't he know how to fuck you? Doesn't he know how to loosen up this tight cunt?"

The headboard banged angrily against the wall. His thrusts were getting deeper and faster.

"I'm gonna stretch you. I gonna ruin you for him."

Hermione screamed into the pillow, thanking Merlin, that she had cast a silencing spell when she entered the room.

"Your pussy loves it. You want it harder, don't you?"

Harry grabbed the head board.

"Doesn't it feel good? Being stretched by a real man."

His words vibrated through her body.

"Oh, such a slut. Fucking your best friend's dick while your husband is asleep next door."

She muffled a response.

He pulled her up by her hair, biting her ear. "I can't hear you."

"I said, shut up and fuck me."

He pushed her head back down, thrusting with every word. "Such a slut. Your cunt loves my dick. Loves how thick it is. You'll never be able to fuck him again without thinking of me."

Her legs were shaking.

"Maybe, what the slut wants is both holes filled. Maybe I should go wake him. Is that what you want? Both of us buried inside you...at the same time."

She shook her head.

"Then we could take turns. You could be the Hogwarts express. Everyone gets a ride."

His words were cruel, but she did want that. She wanted them both; just the thought of it was too much. Her body shook as the convulsions consumed her.

"So dirty. You do want that."

Her pussy spasming around him was too much.

She pushed him. "Not in there. Please Harry. Not in there."

He pulled out and rammed into her puckered hole. "In here then."

Harry grunted as she squeezed him. Fuck! He thrusted two more times and came.

He should have left then, but she wrapped herself around him and fell asleep.

He took her three more times that night. It wasn't gentle or slow. He knew she didn't want that. They both wanted the same thing; one night to make up for 5 years lost.

When the she woke the next morning, he was gone.