Mm, he was moving inside her, in an out over and over, Hermione was about to cry out with joy and amazement at what she was feeling, when she woke up.

She and Barty had not recreated their magic. They had ample opportunity but Barty much preferred to talk, discuss ideas, debate politics, blow up at her, calm down, and continue talking. Sometimes he would hold her and not let go, like his life depended on it. Hermione liked that. She liked feeling like an anchor for him.

Looking up she noticed everyone was filing out of History of Magic.

"Come on Hermione, let's go eat, Harry is going to find Draco," Ron said.

"Ron are you ever going to forgive Harry?"

"Look, to be honest Hermione I don't care that Harry loves men. It's Malfoy. I can't stand that he's with a Slytherin. I bet that sounds cliché, or stereotypical but I can't help it, anyone but a Slytherin."

Mad-eye Moody passed by them in the hall as they were talking.

"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, I'll see you in my class tomorrow. Remember we'll be learning more about counter jinxes."

Hermione blushed as he passed, Ron didn't notice and began discussing some of the students there for the Tri-Wizard tournament.

"Now that Fleur, oh if only I could get her alone. I'd get give her a ride she'd never expect. A solid ten minutes of me and she'd be all 'Oh Ron you're my hero, I've never been ridden like that before.' And then I'd grunt and roll off her and walk away and she'd be begging me for another go but I'd tell her I don't do that thing. I've got no respect for her at all."

"Mhm"

After a few more minutes of finding out what Ron really intended to do to Lavender Brown they reached the Great Hall.

Hermione ate as quickly as she could before running off to Gryffindor tower, she had a date to meet Barty later and she had some things they needed to discuss.

Hermione did no homework she went to her bed and fell asleep.

She was running down a hall, there was a bright light at the other end, and dementors lined the way. Barty was standing at the far end crying, saying her name repeatedly. The dementors descended and sucked the life out of him.

She woke with a start it was dark out, her clock said it was ten; she was late for their meeting, which was taking place in a far off dungeon, part of a corridor only a few people knew about. She would have suggested the Screaming Shack but she didn't know where Sirius was staying, or even if he was in Britain.

Almost out of breath she made it to the dungeon in record time, 20 minutes.

"You're late." Barty said smiling. "I'll forgive you this time, but not again. I don't like being stood up."

"I won't tell you why I'm late; you won't be flattered, since I was merely sleeping."

"Come here," Barty said pulling Hermione to him. "I'm not flattered at all but you're so you. I can't stand it." He kissed her, pushing his tongue past her lips, she moved her tongue to follow, Barty started sucking on it giving Hermione a sensation she had never felt, but knew she would desire it again. The kissing continued. Barty moved from her mouth to her ear. He ran his tongue along the edge before nibbling on the lobe and moving back to her mouth.

"That was quite the kiss if I do say so myself," Barty said.

"Barty, I have a question, I don't want you to get mad but-" Hermione flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh darling Hermione what is it?" Barty cupped her face in his hand.

"I'd, well that is too say I think we should, well if you want too, maybe, make love. It's just that one time was great but I'd like to do it more and we haven't so I felt you thought, maybe you were disgusted with me or something."

"Hush, I didn't want to pressure you, I thought the last time would have been horrible for you considering how it ended and all. I just didn't want you to feel like we had to. But if you want to I'm already ravaging you, you just aren't aware yet."

Barty kissed Hermione, not passionate like before, loving, almost the exact same kiss but with a tenderness that wasn't there. He pulled off her shirt.

"Oh!" He exclaimed. "Your skin is my favourite thing."

Barty bent to suck on Hermione's nipple, She gasped no one had ever done something quite like that before.

Barty's hands moved over her uncovered left breast and slowly to her skirt, Hermione ran her hands through Barty's hair pushing his face slightly closer to her chest as his hand pulled her underwear aside give him room to slip his fingers inside.

Hermione groaned, Barty went to his knees and pulled her underwear off.

He looked up and grinned before pulling her skirt aside and kissing her pelvis. Barty moved his tongue in semi-circles.

"Stop," Hermione panted before falling to her knees. "I can't take too much of that it's what I would call powerful magic."

Barty laughed and pulled off his own clothes making a pillow for Hermione out of them.

"It's not much I know, but I'm sure we'd be found out if I brought more, as it is I'm certain putting charms on the door is dangerous."

"It's alright," Hermione said lying down. "It's you I'm after not comfort."

"I'm flattered," He said sarcastically as he spread Hermione's legs and positioned himself over her. "Of course you must remember I'm a fugitive."

Hermione closed her eyes expectant of the pleasure about to begin. Barty entered her and was worried for a moment when she didn't open her eyes. He began to move rhythmically, her eyes shot open, and she smiled. Groaning she began to move with him, gently at first but growing steadily harder.

He moved in and they would rock together, out and together they would move up, higher, towards to sky.

Barty groaned with pleasure as he looked into the eyes of the girl lying beneath him who was moaning with joy.

"Is it too much?" he asked.

"Harder, faster, more," she replied.

Barty didn't need to be asked twice. He knew he was pleasuring her and he knew that despite being unsatisfactory with his ability to parade their relationship around he could give her something. The fact he enjoyed that something was nice but he didn't require it.

"Barty!" Hermione called out as she soared into orgasm her muscles clenching and unclenching as she spasmed uncontrollably.

"Oh God, Barty, this is too much."

Barty laughed as a wave of pleasure overcame him.

"Hermione!" He called before orgasming himself.

Panting he rolled over and looked at her. She was laughing.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry if that wasn't perfect."

"Barty, that, that of all the things I've experienced was perfect. That was love."

"You are love. This is love. I should have been a poet."

"I know it."

"Don't laugh. I'm serious. We need to go. This has been perfect. I hope our future is perfect."

With a last kiss they dressed and walked away back to their separate lives.