Chapter 4
Harry flung the door to his small apartment open and tore furiously inside. He slammed it hard behind him, nearly knocking it off its hinges. He strode across his living room and violently upended his coffee table and collapsed on his black suede sofa. He placed his head between his knees and tried to steady his breathing. He was so angry with himself. He had to go and ruin a perfect evening with his disgusting and lustful advances, he thought. Now his best friend in the world probably hated him and would most likely never want to see him ever again.
He had been a fool, a fool to think she could ever see him as anything but a pathetic loser with a worthlessly used up and scarred heart. How could she, how could anyone ever find anything of worth in him. In many ways he still felt himself that sad, forgotten little boy still living in a small cupboard under the stairs on privet drive. Maybe his aunt and uncle had always been right, it seems even in his world he was an outcast, a freak. Everything he loves, everything he touches seems to get hurt somehow. He felt truly cursed, and he couldn't do it anymore, he couldn't subject the few remaining people he had left in his life to this plague, the plague that was Harry Potter.
He made up his mind, he knew what would be best for everybody. He had to leave, leave and never come back. He would leave no note, he would tell no one he would just disappear, he doubted anyone would mind much. Their lives would be better for it. Once gone Hermione would be free, free of the misery he carried with him. She would finally be free to be happy.
He got up and walked slowly into his bedroom. He opened the closet and found a familiar bag, the rut sack he had carried with him all during the final year of the war. It was good enough for him then and it's good enough for him now. He walked over to his dresser and packed all he thought he'd need. He would take no frills, no unnecessary items, only what he needed, pure simplicity.
He took his clothes, his wand, and his photo album. He had thought about leaving this behind but he couldn't bear the thought of not even having a small window in which he could look and remember a time, a small time in his life when he was truly happy. He walked out of his room and placed his bag at the front door, when dawns bright rays broke he would leave. He walked back over to the couch and once again slumped down upon it, still holding firmly to his vessel of cherished memories. He opened the album and looked, he looked at the smiling images of the past. He looked at pictures of his wife and he smiled as he remembered the times he had spent with her. He then turned to a picture, a picture of him and Hermione standing alone, their arms around each others shoulders taken during their final year at school, he would miss her, terribly, but he also knew, he knew this was what was best, now she could be happy, when morning broke he would leave and that would be the end of it.
Little did Harry know that while he was tormenting himself in his apartment Hermione was too finding misery raining upon her, but unlike Harry this wasn't self inflicted, no this was brutal misery rained upon her by her cruel and worthless 'boyfriend'.
Hermione stood in the street as she watched Harry apparate away. She felt like she had taken a violent blow to her stomach. She felt horrible, and really angry at her self. There he was, showing her the kind of love and affection she had always dreamt of, and which she was sorely lacking in her life. There he was making her dreams a reality and what did she do, not only did she mess it all up she hurt him as well. Way to go you Hermione, she thought. She had always stayed with Ron because she thought no one else would have her. She couldn't see what Harry saw when he looked at her, she didn't think herself beautiful, or smart, or having many qualities of noble worth. Years of torment and mental abuse will do that to you, it will tear you down and make you feel truly worthless. Really it had started before her and Ron got together, in many ways she was still the eager to please, over achieving nerd with large front teeth and frazzled bushy hair. Like Harry she too still felt like a frightened 11 year old, riddled and racked with insecurities.
But something was changing inside her, something awakening deep inside. She saw Harry's eyes tonight, they didn't lie, they never could. She read the affection he was feeling for her in them, he thought her beautiful, sexy, he found her desirable.
She looked up at her building, she knew what had to be done. After tonight she couldn't still consent to live a life of constant torment with a sorry drunken bastard like Ron, not now. Not now that she could see a chance for true happiness.
She walked with force and purpose up the stairs to her apartment and walked briskly inside. She saw her worthless 'boyfriend' slumped passed out on the couch. The sight sent waves of fury up and down her core. Fury for the years of torment she had been forced to endure at his hands. She slammed the door hard behind her, she wanted him to wake, she wasn't going to slink away, she wanted him to know her intentions.
He stirred feebly and sat up still clutching a half gone bottle of fire whiskey. He glared over at her with blurry and blood shot eyes.
"Oi you what's the idea slamming doors, and where the hell have you been, and bloody hell what are you wearing" he slurred.
"I told you earlier that I was going out to dinner with Harry," Hermione said hotly, he never listened to her.
"Did you now, and thought you'd get tarted up like a whore for precious Potter did you, Merlin you make me sick," he sneered.
"We need to talk Ronald," she fumed, needing to get this out before he pushed her too far and she cursed his sorry ass.
"Aye that we do you tart, that we do," Ron said walking until he was face to face with her, still clutching his bottle, "firstly if I ever see you go out showing off your worthless arse like that again I'll beat some sense into you, and second I don't want you hanging out with that Potter again, he's bad news, do you want to end up like my sister?"
This was to much for Hermione, she reared back and slapped him hard across the face, "Don't you dare say that you sorry bastard, what happened wasn't his fault, none of it was ever his fault, it was worthless pieces of shite like you, that are so driven by their self centered, egomaniacal, narcissistic asses that bring this evil into the world, and its people like Harry that have the curse of dealing with sorry pieces of filth like you. I'm leaving Ronald, and if you ever have the sense to pick yourself up out of this spiraling hole you've fallen into then maybe we can be friends again, until then don't even bother wasting your breath," She screamed in full fury, trying to push past him.
He grabbed her firm and held her by the shoulders, a look of dangerous rage born in his eyes, "Your not going anywhere you sorry little bitch, your mine and no one will ever have you, not that anyone would want a sorry mudblood like you anyway, no your mine and right now your going to put that whorish side of yourself to good use," He said as he tried to force his mouth into hers. She struggled hard against him, she could smell his noxious breath and it made her sick, she saw the sick lust in his eyes and something in her snapped.
She brought her knee up and in a devastating motion she drove it hard, very hard into his groin. His breath caught, his eyes crossed and he crumbled hard to the ground, cradling his pathetic and useless neither region. Hermione glared down at him, the blazing fires of hell alive in her eyes.
She held her wand down on him and she spoke in a lowly, dangerous tone, "You listen to me you miserable, worthless, pathetic, sorry excuse for a man if you ever come near me again I will kill you, read that truth in my eyes, you know I can do it to, you know your no match for me in a duel, your magic's as pathetic as that sorry spot of your manhood your now rubbing."
She turned and walked quickly out of the apartment, she had nothing more to say, she made him understand and now it was time to set things right with Harry the man she truly loved.
Harry still looked longingly at the pictures from his past, fondly reminiscing about good times long gone. His attention was torn from them by the unmistakable sound of furious knocking at his door, he looked over, who the hell could that be he wondered. He got up and walked over and opened the door.
The sight struck him hard, Hermione was standing there, breathing hard, a look of fiery passion alive in her eyes.
"Hermione, wha.." he began but was silenced by her finger pressed firmly on his lips.
"No Harry, no words, just take me in your arms and make me yours," she said in a tone dripping with a longing desire.
She threw herself into his arms and wrapped her mouth furiously around his. He eagerly responded with his, wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her firmly inside and slammed the door behind them.
They made their way over to the sofa, still locked in a steam filled kiss. Their souls both simultaneously sprung to life with all the years of repressed passion that now sprang madly to life.
She pushed him roughly onto the sofa and straddled him, and brought her head down for another kiss. She ridded him of his jacket as she relished the taste of his lips. In her passion she ripped his shirt off, letting the buttons fly carelessly in the air. Once off she just stared at his amazingly perfect abs and chest. The sight made her drip with desire as she felt herself go immediately moist in her womanhood. She ran her fingers up and down his chest as he worked her neck skillfully with his eager mouth.
She shuttered and moaned softly at these ministrations. His lips were driving her mad with lust and she grabbed the hem of her dress firmly, and in a single motion she pulled it over her head. She wore naught but a flimsy pair of soaking panties now.
Harry just took a moment to gaze longingly at her perfect breasts, they weren't huge, but they were large enough, perfectly perky and round. Soft pink flesh held in contrast to her dark areolas. Her nipples were pert and perfect and stood fully erect as her desire mounded.
"My God Hermione, you are so incredibly beautiful," He said in a low husky voice that had his heart's truth ringing clearly through, causing her to smile in response.
She moaned louder as he took one in his rough and calloused hand, massaging it gently, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She began to grind down on him and she could feel his member swelling greatly between her legs. She was so turned on by the fact that he could actually get him hard.
She grabbed his dark unruly hair roughly and brought his mouth to her other breast. Harry needed no more prodding, he took it fully into his mouth and began working it furiously with his teeth and tongue. Biting and sucking in equal measure. She was going mad with the pleasure she was receiving, no man had ever made her feel like this, so sexy, so worshiped.
Harry reveled in the feelings that were waking inside him, it was more than just pure lust, though that in itself was driving him out of his mind, but it went deeper. He had dreamt about this, about sharing this scared dance with Hermione, his best friend, and now that he was he had to admit it far surpassed even his most wild of expectations. It was the perfect union of love and lust.
Harry ran his finger over the heavily drenched black thong Hermione wore, brushing across her waiting and eager clit. Her breath quickened as he began rubbing her in earnest. She panted and moaned as he worked the fabric aside and pushed two fingers inside her velvet folds, working her walls aside and letting his fingers work in and out of her. She bucked hard against him and ground down even harder, he was making her feel so happy to be a woman. He began circling her clit fast with his thumb while still gliding his fingers in and out of her.
She couldn't handle much more, she knew she was close. She reached down and began undoing his slacks. Harry took her cue and began helping, with some effort they managed to work them off without her having to unstraddle him. She could feel his full erect member already pressing against her and it sent a new wave of painful desire shooting through her. She backed up slightly, she wanted, no she needed to see it fully.
She gasped at the sight, she had never, ever in her life seen anything she thought so beautiful, so perfect. It wasn't freakishly massive but it was defiantly the largest she had ever seen. Even though she hadn't handled many she had seen her far share as a healer and none even compared to his. And Ron's, Ron's was laughable in comparison.
She took it firmly in her hand and she could feel it throb as she began to work the shaft up and down. Harry let out a throaty growl as she pumped him with eager verve. It felt so incredible, her soft skillful little hand working his manhood like this.
He couldn't stand it her needed to feel himself inside her now. He reached down and ripped her panties away. She repositioned herself, but before she lowered herself Harry had to know.
"Are you sure this is what you want Jeanie," He asked.
She looked down at him and with a lustful voice answered, "Oh God yes Harry, make me yours, make me feel like a damn woman and shag my effing brains out."
Harry needed no more encouragement. He took himself firmly in his hand and placed it at the base of her opening. She fearing he was still weary about it ground down, so his crown just pushed past her lips. They both gasped as she lowered herself fully, completely sheathing herself around him. She felt like he was stretching her past the breaking point, she had never had anything this big in her before.
Harry relished it, the tight wetness that was now wrapped around him, he worried the slightest motion would send him reeling over the edge and cause him to spill himself deep inside her. He need not have worried, he had more control than that, and it was important to him that she get there first.
Hermione began to rise, letting the feeling of him pressed firm within her walls wash over her. She quickened the pace as she began working her way up and down on him with force. She panted and began to let little screams escape her as she rode him furiously. It felt so good she thought she might pass out. Harry too was in pure ecstasy. The sweet oblivion of their love making was taking over their whole beings, the heat of the moment washing over them both.
She was close she could feel it, "Oh good Harry this feels so good, oh yes, it feels fan fucking tastic," she screamed as she neared her peak.
Harry could sense it, he knew she was close, he knew what would drive her over the edge, he again began working her clit furiously as he moaned in a deep voice, "Cum for me baby," as he worked her heaving breast with his other hand.
The overwhelming sensations were too much, she saw stars as lights popped before her eyes, "yes Harry that's it, oh fuck I'm cumminggggggggggggg" she yelled loudly as her orgasm took her and washed over her with wave after wonderful wave of pleasure. Feeling her orgasm take her and feeling her contract was enough to push Harry over the edge, and with a massive thrust he spilled himself deep inside her, upon feeling it Hermione's orgasm intensified.
They both stayed like that while they rode out their euphoric highs. Finally trying desperately to catch her breath Hermione collapsed on the couch beside Harry, letting her fingers running through his wild sweaty hair.
He just looked down on her and smiled, he wasn't finished with her yet, her lowered himself down and kissed her firmly, he felt his spent member working itself back up, he felt it and so did she.
"Good heavens Harry, again," she said breathlessly. He growled his response as he picked her up bridal style and with his lips placed ravishingly on hers he carried her to his room.
He placed her firmly on the bed and they began a new session of passionate and lustful lovemaking.
They made love for hours, both reaching the heights of sexual ecstasy many, many times. Finally after they were both utterly exhausted Hermione screamed his name one last time before Harry collapsed beside her. They both just stared lovingly into the others eyes as they caught their breath, she touched his face gently, her took her hand and kissed her palm gently.
"That was so wonderful Harry, I've never felt anything like that," Hermione said truthfully.
"It's only because I'm with you, you've awoken a passion that was trapped deep in my soul, thank you for that, you've made me remember how to feel again," Harry said, also speaking in truthful convictions.
"Hermione," Harry said in a deep voice.
"Yes Harry," she responded, looking deep into his beautiful green eyes, finding his words before he spoke them.
"I Love You, I truly do, I am so deeply in love with you it hurts," he said.
Her heart leapt, so long had she yearned to hear those little yet powerful words, and now that she had her life was perfect, "I Love You Too Harry," she answered beaming with her souls brilliant light.
She rolled to her side and Harry took her and pulled her firmly her back to his front, and with his strong arm draped over her they both drifted off into a peaceful and much needed sleep.
