AN thanks for the reviews and once again I do not own harry potter!

In this chapter we see things from harrys POV should be interesting…

"Oh I've seen, that little mudblood tramp wont get her hands on my man." At this Fleur gasped and excused herself. Hermione knew the French woman never really enjoyed the woman's company and was glad that at least one of them saw the true Ginny.

"Ginny that's harsh… Hermione is a nice girl." Padma whispered and Ginny rolled her eyes.

"We will see girls. But look at the time; I must be going before Harry's tired, if you get my meaning." She winked and walked over to harry leaving the women left to roll their eyes and shake their heads.

"When this ends… im siding with Hermione okay?" Cho whispered and the rest nodded and then left the house.

Hermione felt a tear fall down her face as Ginny dismissed the two aurors and kissed him sweetly on the lips. Harry looked over and noticed the sad expression on Hermione's face and Luna looked up, met the mans gaze and inclined her head to Hermione before holding both Blaise and Draco's hands and skipping from the room, all three waving goodbyes to Hermione and Harry on their way out.

"Ginny im tired and not in the mood, can you go home please, I just really wanna sleep." He said still staring at Hermione and Ginny frowned.

"But harry-"

"Ginny please." At this Ginny stormed from the room, but harry took no notice. He walked up to where Hermione sat and sat beside her. Closer than friends should but not as close as lovers. Hermione smiled with tears in her eyes and Harry sighed pulling her into a tight embrace.

Hermione relished in the feeling of his arms around her and felt herself lean into his body. She looked up and felt his breath wash over her face. he was looking so intently into her eyes that she fought back the desire to faint or ravish him, either one seemed plausible.

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She was so beautiful, wearing that dress. The way she entered the room, it seemed to light up as she walked in. he looked appreciatively at her and she kissed his cheek warmly. The feeling her lips left on his cheeks lingered and he touched his cheek to try and keep it there.

Hermione smiled and held both his forearms looking reassuringly at him.

Harry didn't know why he was proposing to Ginny, she seemed interested in him yes… but most the time it seemed as if she simply liked the fame of her being on his arm whenever in public and having the bragging rights of being his girlfriend. Now Hermione, she was different, she was friends with him because she knew him, not Harry Potter the legend or the man who lived. But just as harry, normal man, normal desires in life.

He wasn't sure he wanted children with Ginny. Harry adored children but couldn't picture having them with Ginny, she herself said that they would probably ruin her figure. Harry had frowned at this and told her that nothing would change if they loved each other, she'd still be beautiful.

But her… her now soft, tamed curls were long and fell to halfway down her back, on the rare occasions her hair was out that is. Her beautiful face, those perfect lips, nose and those eyes, he felt he could sink into them, swim in their chocolaty depths.

Harry remembered the day he had fallen head over heels in love with Hermione, it was the day before they left on the 'quest'. He had walked into her room, as he usually did and there she was standing before him completely naked and so beautiful. Harry hadn't had the heart to tell her that he had been wearing contacts that day, just to try them out and throw them away as they irritated his eyes. However he was glad he decided to wear them, she would have never stood before him so shamelessly if she thought he could see her.

She obviously wasn't worried, she had grown into a beautiful young woman, at the time he had seen Ginny in bathers and without a top on but she was nothing to Hermione. Ginny seemed… too expected, if those were the right terms, she was normal, she didn't have many curves and harry knew she was tainted by many hands before him.

But Hermione. She looked, perfect. Just right for him. He knew he would be having a very manly problem soon if she wasn't covered up and remembered trying to explain this without coming onto her.

Harry snapped back to his thoughts when Ginny turned to him grinning overly too sweet. Harry knew why he refused to give Ginny his mothers ring, it looked to good on Hermione the day she tried it on to please harry. And he didn't think Ginny really would want it, she wouldn't see the sentimental value and would see it as simply a second hand ring and that he didn't want to spend much money on her.

He turned to Hermione and she nodded smiling reassuringly and Harry saw happiness on her face, but sorrow in her eyes. He shook it off and turned back to the red head before him. Ginny seemed like an obligation, to Ron's memory and to the world whom expected them to be together forever. And Harry being the hero as always did what was expected of him, did as he was told, even at the sacrifice of his own happiness.

Harry had heard snippets of Ginny's conversation and knew that she was bagging out Hermione. Harry never knew why Ginny was so cold to his best friend, perhaps, harry sometimes feared, that Ginny knew of his love for Hermione. But he threw that theory aside.

When she looked so sad and Luna had basically demanded in her own way for him to comfort Hermione he had shrugged Ginny off quickly, despite her expecting some sort of 'celebration', but harry wanted one witch… and she was the one he couldn't have.

Hermione had never had much success with men. She was extremely close with Draco and Blaise, but outright refused that she would ever date them. The few other men whom had been in her life had all strayed, tearing at her already low self esteem by bedding another, slutty witch.

Harry had always been with her when she was crying, angry at the men whom had broken her so. But harry was concerned. Hermione hadn't been with a man in about a year, and she seemed quite, dishevelled lately. Despite Ginny's bragging harry and Ginny had not slept together in over a month, harry simply bombarding himself with work so that he wouldn't have to sleep with his girlfriend and have to picture her as his best friend to climax.

Harry sat beside her and she felt so good in his arms. So beautiful, she seemed to mould to him perfectly. He kissed her forehead gently and she looked up and she seemed slightly dazed when his breath washed over her face innocently.

Hermione smiled smally and stroked his cheek tenderly. "How are you feeling harry?" she asked and harry felt his heart burn with love for her, here she is crying, and she wants to know how I am?

"confused." harry admitted and Hermione frowned, her tears had dried up and now she was sitting up straight looking at him intently.

"Tell me harry, I can always read you and I know something is wrong." she said and harry smiled smally and opened his arms again so that she would come back into his embrace. She rested her head in his lap and looked up at him. This was their usual position for talks and harry liked it, he got to play with her soft curls.

"Okay… I know we don't talk about my sex life…" he could tell that she knew he was uncomfortable because she had started stroking his chest softly, it always calmed him. "You know how I said… that when I first was with Ginny I felt nothing that I expected… like an emptiness?" harry questioned and Hermione silently nodded. "Well, we haven't had sex in over a month… because I can't… I just can't bring myself to do it when it doesn't feel right." Hermione looked up and harry felt her brown eyes lock with his green in an intense gaze. "And this whole proposal…it doesn't feel right… im not happy… not overjoyed… I don't feel anything… just loneliness and despair gripping my heart." Hermione frowned and stroked his cheek. Harry removed the crease between her eyebrows with his finger and she smiled smally.

" 'mione, should I feel something?" he asked and Hermione sighed and felt tears sting her eyes and she felt the alcohol finally getting into her system, Hermione, her friends joked had a Irishman in her the way she took liquor so easily, even though she only drank when sad or wine at parties.

"You should harry… you should feel complete…" she trailed off and harry stroked her face gently to place a stray curl out of her face.

"Have you ever felt that Hermione?" he asked curiously lost in her eyes. He really wanted to know because if Hermione had felt it, he wasn't meant for her.

"No… not yet… to tell you the truth… I um… I have never…"

"Tell me 'mione." Harry said soothingly and Hermione blushed when she said the next sentence.

"I've never had an orgasm… like not once… I don't even know what it feels like…" she looked away from Harry's shocked expression and harry could tell she was regretting telling him.

"Hermione… not once?" he asked in disbelief and she turned and nodded.

"I think im getting very good at faking…"

"If you ever do have one… tell the guy or at least don't fake it." Harry ordered and Hermione chuckled. Harry wanted nothing more than to pull her into his embrace, bring her warm, moist lips up to his and kiss her, softly, lovingly.

He wished she had shown an interest in him, it always was confusing with Hermione, she seemed to be his best friend and only that, but then their were times where she would just stand there and stare at him for a moment longer than usual, her lips would linger on his cheek and her eyes would say the opposite of her actions.

Harry felt Hermione eventually relax and let slumber take over her tired body. He smiled and picked up his wand, locking up his house for the night.

Harry had wards set up on his floo and other points of entrance that only he and Hermione could enter without permission, Ginny was not privy to this knowledge, harry was sure she would have a fit.

Harry stood and sighed, she was so breath taking in sleep. He apparated them directly into godric hollows master bedroom. Hermione allowing harry to come and go as he pleased, very much like the privilege he gave to her. He placed her gently under the dark purple covers and she moaned gently and opened her eyes. It seemed that the alcohol had gone to her head slightly, finally.

Harry smiled down at her and she sighed. "Stay with me harry… I don't want to be alone…" she whimpered and he nodded slowly, afraid of what he might do if he let go of his self control.

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