DISCLAIMER:-Harry Potter belongs to J.K.R. but this story is mine and a work of fanfiction.
AN:- Rating is upped. This will move fast, period. If you haven't read ch 6, go read that first, since fanfiction is giving me trouble updating, and you might not have been alerted to it. Here it goes...
Ch 7:- Sometimes A Day Is Enough
Harry woke up as the first rays of sunshine made their way in the hall through the windows. He could feel something soft pressed against his cheek. He carefully opened an eye and smiled. Bella was still sleeping on his lap and he had leaned forward in his sleep to a position where their cheeks were resting against each other. She had a soft peaceful smile playing on her lips.
Harry carefully lifted his head up from the earlier position. His back ached but he suppressed the groan formed in his throat. He wished to observe a sleeping Bella for some more time. Harry did not know whether yesterday's kiss was a spur of the moment thing or something real. For her. As for him, it was completely and utterly true and pure.
Harry could not believe that he could have done anything to find and kill this woman the day before yesterday. No, that wasn't her. THIS is her. This was how true Bella appeared. Simple, serene, beautiful. And fierce, determined and witty when awake. She was almost surreal.
Harry saw as she yawned and cracked open an eye. She looked directly at him and bolted upright.
"I'm sorry." she said and a lone tear escaped her eyes. "I shouldn't have done that yesterday. You are just a kid and I, I am sorry."
There was silence for a few moments until Harry finally said.
"Do I look like a kid to you, Bellatrix?" Bellatrix looked at him when she heard him use her given name. Although his voice was calm, Bella could tell that he was angry. "Look in my eyes and tell me, am I a kid to you?"
And Bella understood what was wrong. The person before her was not a boy, but a man. He had experienced as much, if not more, than she did. Pain, betrayal, loss. That too, from the moment he was born. He was never really a child. He never had a childhood, if what she saw in that muggle house was any indication of how he lived there.
"No, but -" Bella started.
"What would be Dumlbedore's age, Bella?"
Bella was relieved that he was back to 'Bella' but utterly confused by this random question.
"Harry, what does-"
"His age, Bella." He repeated calmly.
"Around 160 or something." She gave in.
"Hmmm…Well, since I wish to live more than atleast the old man… After around 160 years, I will be, what, 175 and you, 195. Doesn't seem much of a difference, does it?"
No. It does not.
"People won't accept this, Harry."
This time, it was too much for him.
"AND I THOUGHT YOU UNDERSTOOD ME? I WANT TO GET OUT OF THEIR CONTROL, BELLATRIX. I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK. I AM TRYING TO GET MY LIFE BACK, NOT FULFILL THEIR HOPES OF A HERO WHO WOULD DO AS THEY WISH." Harry sighed and deflated a bit. "I thought you understand." This was said a tad too softly.
She looked up with tears in her eyes and almost wished she hadn't. Harry was looking so vulnerable at the moment that she knew she would do anything to help him. So she asked him, "What do you want me to do, Harry?"
"Marry me."
"…"
Had he said what she heard. No, no, her insanity was returning. She was loosing her senses. She was hearing things. He couldn't possibly say THAT. Not so soon, anyway.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say?"
"You heard alright, Bella. I said Marry Me."
"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE. EVEN I WAS NOT THAT MAD. YOU BARELY KNOW ME. LOOK AT ME. I AM FUCKING TWENTY YEARS OLDER THAN YOU. HOW CAN YOU FUCKING ASK ME THAT QUESTION AFTER A DAY WHEN YOU ALMOST KILLED ME. I FUCKING KILLED YOUR GOD-"
But Harry had lost his patience. He didn't let her complete that sentence. Instead he pulled her close and kissed her hard. She struggled at first, going as far as to slap him. But he didn't give up. He continued pushing his lips on hers, trying to tell her about his feelings, without using any words. Bella eventually gave up and returned the kiss. She sighed and moaned but did not stop. Harry could taste salty tears and knew that she was still crying, but he didn't let her go.
Bella on her part was a pile of nerves. She was suitably surprised when Harry had asked her that question but when he pulled her to him and smacked his lips on hers, she was in full panic mode. She tried to push him away, to make him understand that this was wrong, that he would suffer. But he was stronger. He waited for her to come around until she eventually gave up and returned his passion with all the vigor she had.
She licked and sucked and bit and he didn't complain. He pulled and groped and she let him. They both tumbled to the ground in a pile of body parts but continued their attempts to get a release for all their pent up frustrations and madness.
Harry started undressing her without giving it a thought. He knew what he was doing. He knew that he wanted this witch and he would not rest until she accepts him. He didn't ask for permission. He couldn't have stopped anyway.
Neither could have Bella. She gave him his chance, but he refused. She would not hesitate to use cruciatus on him if he backed up now. She too started removing his clothes as fast as she could.
Soon, they were completely naked as the day they were born. Harry finally stopped his ministrations and took a good look at her. He got down and started making his way up leaving a trail of hungry kisses all the way. He was moving as slowly as he could and Bella craved with anticipation. He didn't stop between her thighs except giving a soft kiss and a lick, and continued making his way upwards. He massaged one of her breasts and sucked the other while Bella groaned.
Bella was on the edge and finally took the matters in her own hands. She gave a growl and pushed him down. He understood what she was upto and let her take her way with him. She positioned herself above him and looked in his eyes directly. And with a push, he was inside her.
Bella gave a cry but Harry steadied her. He kept their gazes firmly locked. He took her tiny waist in his hands and helped her. With each thrust Bella took, she sobbed and she screamed but Harry didn't stop her. He wanted her to release her past behind and look out for the future. To see that he was a man, not a boy. That he could look out for her. She was not alone anymore.
Finally, they both came together and two tortured souls became one.
Bella dropped on his chest and cried. She didn't even know why she was crying anymore but it felt good to cry on someone. On Harry. She looked up to see he still hadn't looked away. He pulled her up and again kissed her. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I won't go anywhere Bella, don't worry. You didn't kill Sirius. He said so himself. And I don't care you are an older woman. You know, they say Old is Gold." Bella gave a small chuckle. "I love you."
"You can't. Love takes months, if not years. You have a crush. It will be gone soon." She said dejectedly, in a small voice.
"No, Bella. Love takes only a moment. People just doesn't confess it for months, if not years. I confessed it in a day, that's it."
"How can you be so sure?" she asked, looking away.
"I told you, my instincts. I usually do first and think later. For you, I don't have to do any thinking either." He said with a soft laugh. "Look at me, Bella. I too didn't understand the concept of love until I met Sirius. Before him, family meant chores, names and beatings for me. He gave me hope and love. Do you think I love him, Bella?"
She nodded. "Of course"
"I spent a total of ten days with him, Bella. My last Christmas Holidays. That too, with a horde of loud weasleys, without any privacy at all."
Bella was listening captivatingly as Harry explained.
"Love does not mean time, Bella. Sometimes a day is enough to decide our future. It means feelings. I don't want to waste any time on awkwardness and hidden feelings. I want us to tease and laugh and cry, but knowing that we love each other. Not dance around the issue. Because if I learned one thing in life, its that no one knows what happens tomorrow. I love you, Bella. That will not change. You have to decide what you feel for me."
Bella finally understood what he was saying. He really was grown beyond his age. Harry was a better man than she deserved. She knew he would keep her happy. Any woman would be lucky to have him. He was the one who deserved to be happy. If she could do this for him, she would.
She kissed him finally and said, "I love you too, my Harry."
AN:- Finally! Bella and Harry are together. I couldn't have held them any longer. Hope you liked it.
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