Chapter 9- A War and Secrets

She was writhing and panting underneath me, seductively. Her lips were abused and muttering expletives as I drove into her. She let out a particularly loud moan, and wrapped her legs around my waist in a tight grip. My fingertips dug into her hips, sure to leave bruises. Not that I cared. At all.

Her eyes were screwed shut, her forehead tense. I leaned forward to change the angle and thrust harder, her face relaxed into pleasure. She muttered my name, arching her back deliciously. Her chest heaved up and down as her breath quickened.

I went faster.

She had that black hair that seemed to everywhere at once. It was shoulder length and I could see pieces of it cover her face and she twisted her head from side to side before throwing in back against the wall. She hissed at the pain of it, but I didn't stop. I wouldn't stop for anything.

I came undone with a stiff spine, and she shuddered under me, letting out the loudest moan yet.

"Harry!" She cried, her eyes closing and her legs tightening around me. I tried to calm my racing heart. I really needed this.

This time had been better than the last. More blood though. Her lips were busted, top and bottom. There must have been at least ten hickeys on her neck alone. It was an astonishing sight. I wondered if she could even cover them all up.

Blood trickled down her chin and I never got tired of the sight. There was a thumb shaped bruise forming on her jaw. Her hips had the exact shape of my hands on them. The tops of her breasts were covered in bites, some rather vicious. Blood dripped down onto her nipples and to her toned stomach. It seemed strange on her creamy skin. Her legs were shaking from over use, but the rest of her was relaxed.

"Every time is better than the last!" she said softly, still a little out of it. I nodded in agreement. I didn't usually talk much after I got what I wanted. What was there to say?

I pulled on my clothes, slowly waiting for her to say her piece. I didn't really mind talking, but I just didn't want her to get any ideas. She was just a whore. Hell, she even said so.

"Harry?" she questioned, sitting up on her elbows completely naked. It was a little distracting.

"Yes?" I said softly, humoring her.

"Why do you always wait so long to come for me?"

It was a reasonable question so I answered honestly, "Because I have to be angry to do what we do."

Her lips started quivering and I was curious. Why would that upset her?

"That's a relief, I was sure you had someone else as well." She said and I realized she was happy with my answer.

I didn't say anything.

"Is there a reason you're so cold to me?" she said suddenly. I looked over at her, she was still sitting propped up on her elbows. I stared at her for a long minute.

"Yes."

I couldn't really see any point in denying it. She obviously noticed my anger towards her personally. I didn't…couldn't like someone like her. Ever.

"Well whatever it is, I'm really sorry. I wouldn't ever hurt you…unless you liked it." Her words were meant to be seductive and sincere, but all I felt was a rage so intense that I brought my fist into the wall nearest me. Rather the wall than her face. I had to remember she hadn't done anything yet. She hadn't murdered and tortured my best friend to death yet.

I felt my magic tingle, a spark spreading through me. I couldn't lose control not here.

She came over to me, still undressed and dragged me into the roughest kiss I'd ever had. And we'd had plenty. It seemed like there was more blood in our mouths than saliva. It helped me calm down though.

"I want to know what I did."

"You haven't done it yet."

The words spilled out of my mouth without warning. My heart clenched painfully in fear and I pulled away from her. She was smiling as if nothing had happened, but I knew she had heard what I said. I could feel the blood all over my mouth and see it running down hers. Why was that sight so alluring? She had a particarly bad bite on her left breast. It was bleeding still because it was too deep.

"Heal that." I said pointing. She looked down and smiled. Bella grabbed my hand and pressed it to the wound.

"Why? I like it." I rolled my eyes and pressed into the wound harder. She hissed.

"Really because that sounded a whole lot like pain." I pulled my hand away, which had her blood on it. She pulled on her skirt and zipped it. I spotted blood running down the wall I just had her up against. She was fastening her bra so I turned her around.

"Bella-

"Don't. Just don't. I know what you'll say. But I don't mind. I can do what ever the hell I want to my body."

"Don't you always." I said coldly stepping away from her. There was a set of fingernail paths, ripping the skin off her back in a long scratch. It was disgusting. Why hadn't she told me? I didn't really like seeing that much of an injury on anyone, even a whore like her.

She pulled away from me and picked her shirt off the ground.

"You know I'm not a whore." She said softly. I snorted loudly.

"No, really Harry I'm not. I've been with two guys in my life. You included. I just…learned quickly to do what he liked."

I didn't laugh this time. I couldn't decide if I believed her. If it was true I'd feel like an arse for doing this. Even if she liked it.

"Whatever." I said finally. My neck was stinging badly. "What did you do to my neck, Bella?"

She smirked, "Bit the hell out of it. Its bleeding a lot."

Well how nice. I was about to say something else when I heard light footsteps coming down the hall. I cursed.

"We'll just have to deal with Detention. I told you this hall was a bad idea."

Bella just nodded and tried to fasten the buttons on her shirt quickly. She couldn't though because I'd broken almost all of them. She looked around for her wand but it was too late, Minerva came into view.

She halted when she spotted us.

"Infirmary, now!" she ordered and I stared at her in disbelief.

"I won't tolerate fighting! You both-

She stopped having gotten a better look at us. Bella had an open shirt on, revealing abused breasts and neck covered in purpling bruises. Thank Merlin Minerva couldn't see the blood all over the wall.

"Were you two-

We nodded, not wanting to actually hear her say it. It was embarrassing enough, because Minerva was like my grandmother.

She got a little pink in the face. "Infirmary." She ordered again.

"Minerva we don't-

"Harry, you'll do well to remember that I am your professor. I said to go to the infirmary, you're both obviously hurt."

Bella spoke for the first time, "You not so old that you don't know what we were doing. We aren't in any danger. It's just a little blood, Professor."

McGonagall stared at Bella for along moment, "I have duties to attend to. As your teacher I have to care for you in every way. To the infirmary and next time don't get caught."

We all headed to the infirmary in silence. I was angry again, because of my slip up earlier and now having two other people know my business. It wasn't something I wanted advertised.

Madam Pomfrey was appalled at me. She had liked me a lot apparently. Well there went that friendship.

"You stupid children! Do you not know what could happen, mixing blood like that?"

I knew very well but didn't care. I doubted Bella had anything; she seemed like a clean whore. She wouldn't get anything from me for sure and wasn't there cures for it all anyway?

We were silent as she healed our cuts. Bella's hands were shaking.

"Dear, take off that shirt so I can see the rest."

She tired, I could tell, but she was too embarrassed and upset. I stood and pulled the shirt off her shoulders carefully avoiding the wounds. Bella nodded her thanks.

Madam Pomfrey said, "Boy you don't need to stare!" I wasn't actually staring, merely assessing the damage, but that didn't matter.

"You should respect a lady not-

"If she didn't want it I wouldn't so it. I haven't permanently hurt her." I snapped, my temper rising at being judged.

Bella went even redder if that was possible, "Harry, stop, they don't understand."

I froze at the sound of her voice. It was the nicest tone she had ever taken with me and I didn't like it. Not at all. I wouldn't be going to her anytime soon. Probably never again. We were going home in a month. The end of the year. Gosh, we'd been doing this for five months now. I hoped she hadn't gotten too attached.

I refused to take off my shirt or any clothing. I also refused to be healed. I don't know exactly what I did, but every time she healed the wound it appeared again two seconds later. She gave up.

Bella wouldn't look at me as we left. I didn't really care. I was looking a Minerva who had just shifted into her cat that I knew well. I stared after her, deep in thought.


Hermione's Pov

I knew Harry had been with her again when he opened the door at two in the morning.

"I want to become animagus'. "

My jaw fell open in shock. Why-

"Harry it's two in the morning! We'll talk- My gosh you're covered in blood." That was entirely true, but he did have blood on him.

He rolled his eyes. "Harry you know that-

"No I don't know." He snarled, his mood disappearing. He went into the bathroom and slammed the door. He didn't come back out.

I woke up the next morning to see Harry shirtless and turning to see his back in the long mirror since there wasn't one in the bathroom. I stared at him wordlessly. How could he enjoy-

"Mione!" his voice was cold. I looked away keeping my opinions to myself. He didn't want or need them anyway.

"Bella and I were caught last night. I'll be in detention." He said eventually.

"You shouldn't-

"Yes, I should." He cut me off. How did he even know what I was going to say? He pulled on his shirt, without healing the cuts and scratches. His lips were the only thing he healed.

I scoffed and went to get dressed for the day.

It was Saturday so I went to the Library, not wanting to be around Harry when he was so obviously tired from the night before. I hated thinking of why he was so tired. It just wasn't something best friends should think about. It didn't help he was so obvious about it.

I had just sat down at my table with a few books when I saw someone sit across from me. It was Bellatrix. She looked lost and frightened, but more like her older self than I could have thought.

"Yes?"

She hesitated, "I know your secret." She blurted out with a flush.

I raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

"I mean I know you and Harry are from the future. I 'm don't want answers or anything. I just have to tell someone." She sounded desperate.

"What is this about?" I was furious with Harry, why would he tell her anything?

"Harry. I- he- I'm pregnant."

I closed my eyes against the fear I felt. This was something that shouldn't have ever happened.

"Does Harry know?" I was pretty sure he didn't. He would have been more of an arse earlier.

She shook her head, "I won't be telling him either. I guess you can, but I would rather you didn't. You see, Harry doesn't care about me. In fact he hates me more than anything in this world. I'm positive of that. I lied before, I do want an answer."

I think I knew what she wanted.

"What did I do to make him hate me so much?"

I stared at her face, her sinfully beautiful face. She was sincere, but so innocent. Her hair was perfectly in place and I couldn't see any evidence of what she did with my best friend on her.

"I don't think-

"Please, Hermione, please." She sounded so lost and helpless. Her eyes started watering.

"You killed our best friend and tortured me. And you liked it."

I regreted it the moment I said it. It hurt to admit something so painful.

She froze and became impossibly still. Her eyes hardened, "That's why he… THAT BASTARD!"

I flinched away from her angry, it almost rivaling Harry's.

"Don't ever tell Harry. Ever. When are you going home? You are going home aren't you?" Her voice was different. Colder.

"Yes, at the end of the year." I whispered, horrified. I wanted Severus. I wanted him now.

She left me alone, hands shaking.

It wasn't Severus that found me, but Remus. I stared at him for horrified moment before bursting into tears.

My fault! All my fault! Harry was going to have a child he would never know about because I couldn't tell him. We couldn't stay here. Remus tried to get answers out of me, but I was too incoherent. My sobs subsided eventually and I just held onto Remus. Just like I used to. I slipped into a darker place, a darker memory.


I stumbled blindly through the spell fire and smoke and the screams, Merlin the screams. Only a month ago my parents and Ron died and now Voldemort was attacking? Harry wasn't with me, even though he had promised.

I dodged a torture curse. I would recognize that anywhere. The grounds of Hogwarts were covered in bodies, and fire and more bodies. I hated it. Part of the castle was on fire, despite the protective charms on it. I casted a bubblehead charm, so I could breathe something besides smoke. The forbidden forest was on fire and smoke was everywhere. I was sure it was going to rain.

Harry was with Voldemort, I could see them both a few yards away in a clearing. Death eaters were fighting the order without mercy. I saw Remus struggling with two and sent a killing curse to one. He dropped with a thud, barely heard in all the chaos. Remus looked for who had helped him and disbelief shone on his face when he saw me. Since he was looking at me and not the fight I took care of the second death eater, ready to kill him.

"Pay attention Remus!" I snarled and ducked as something flew over my head. I turned and saw what Remus was staring at in shock. Tonks' body lifeless just behind me. only part of her. The other half had just flown over my head. Bile rose in my throat. Oh, God…

Remus fell to his knees, his whole body shaking. He was too stunned to cry. He let out a scream.

"Remus we have to move! Get your arse up! Do you want your son to not have a father as well?"

Remus either didn't hear me or didn't care about anything besides seeing the mother of his child scattered over the grounds. I felt my stomach turn as the stench of brutally killed bodies reached my nose. It seemed the death eaters were getting angry.

I couldn't hear what Harry was saying to Voldemort and I didn't have the time to go closer and stand by his side. I bent down to help Remus when a knife embedded it's self into my left shoulder.

A scream tore out of my mouth and then I fell to my knees, in shock. Blood gushed from the wound like a spring and spread into the cloth of my shirt. My pretty green shirt. My head felt dizzy and my fingers were all tingly. Remus came into my vision and I felt a searing pain as he ripped the knife out of my shoulder.

I fell over, flat on my back. I didn't have the strength to hold myself up any longer.I felt a pleasant shiver run down my shoulder. Remus healed me. He healed me.

"Hermione, I don't know how much blood you lost. You need to go back to the castle-

Something that looked like a bloody spear ripped through Remus' body. It went straight through like a bullet and left a hole…right where his heart should have been.

Remus did a reenactment of my earlier movements, only this time he didn't scream and he didn't move again after he fell.

"REMUS!" I screamed, black dots appearing in my vision. This wasn't supposed to happen! Everyone was to supposed to be fine! We planned it all so well.

But we didn't plan for these sorts of weapons and spells. It occurred to me that the spear had been enchanted to find the heart. Remus' heart. I started sobbing, and crawled over to the body of my best friend.

"Remus…" I couldn't stop asking him to wake up. He couldn't sleep with all this fighting going on! Intellectually I knew he was dead, but I just couldn't believe it in my heart. My shoulder ached and I felt the last of my strength leave me. I fell into darkness, holding Remus' hand.


I hadn't even fallen asleep. One moment I was sobbing in Remus' arms and then I was reliving that memory. My shoulder was even aching again.

Remus was holding me, but he was shaking and I cursed myself. What had he heard?

"Hermione…can you stand up?" he asked softly. I thought I could and moved back to my seat. My body was shaking and I could feel the tears all over my face. I couldn't even look him in the face. My heart was stopped in that heavy painful way that just made it seemed impossible to breathe.

"Hermione...deep breaths." He said coming closer. I flinched away and my breathing got quicker. It hurt so badly!

"Snape…she had a nightmare of the future…she's scared and I'm not sure…"

My eyes looked up and I saw Severus coming in, but I froze. I was going home! My arm sizzled, telling me Remus had broken his oath. We should have gone with a stronger spell because Severus was looking at me with such surprise I couldn't take it. Harry. I needed Harry.

"Harry!" my incoherent thoughts gathered together and spit out his name, more like screamed it out. I ran out of the Library as fast as I could. Harry was close by, I could feel it. I felt a spark of something tingle on the surface of my skin.

I saw Remus and Severus coming after me, wands out. I shivered and something erupted out of my without my control and I was blinded for moment. Remus and Severus were stunned on the floor.

Well that was what raw wandless magic felt like. Harry rounded the corner and ran over to me.

"They found out. I…don't know! I was remembering to deeply and Remus thought Severus knew…and he broke the oath…I stunned them…Harry what-

Harry wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly. "It's going to be okay, Hermione. It's going to be fine."

I hoped he was right. Guilt tore at my insides. It wasn't going to be alright because I had a huge secret. Harry's secret. I started sobbing into his shoulder and he took it for something else. I'm sorry Harry.


A/N: Well I hope you guys didnt expect that. I'll repeat it just to make sure, Bella and Harry wont ever get together in the 'I love you' way. Severus knows the secret now! Review!