Hermione's Harry
Author's Note: I know I said I'd get this done quickly so that I didn't leave you all with a cliff hanger for too long but as soon as I sat down to write the words either wouldn't come or I had to leave before I'd gotten down one word. Sometimes I hate that I love to write. Also, I'm not sure whether I want to redeem Ron or not. If I do the only real difference is that he and Harry won't be dueling in the corridors and spewing hateful rubbish at each other if I redeem him. I do not plan on making them the best of friends again. Let me know what you all think Should I keep their near-constant arguing or have them tolerate one another again? As always I thank all of you for your patience, and support.
Chapter 11
A metal snake slithered out of nowhere and lined the door, disappearing back into the door. Hermione watched as the circular door swung open with a creak and the chamber was finally revealed. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised to see so many snake statues everywhere but it creeped her out a bit. What interested her though was the face of Salazar Slytherin coming out of the back wall. There were a few chunks of his face missing, and the mouth was open. Then, on the edge of the water she saw the monster she'd glimpsed for only a moment through the mirror she used to look around corners two years ago. It was huge, a few dozen feet long at least… and even dead it was terrifying. She slowly walked forward until she'd found herself standing right in front of it.
She quirked an eyebrow when she saw that one of the fangs were missing and it seemed to have been stabbed through the roof of its mouth. She turned back to look at Harry and he pointed to the fang on the ground, surrounded by a dark stain that looked disturbingly like blood. "Harry… was that from the diary?" He nodded slowly. "All of it?" He shook his head.
Hermione stepped away from the giant serpent and rushed into Harry's arms, throwing her own about his neck. "You never told me you'd been exposed to the basilisk's venom."
He nodded. He'd also failed to tell her of everything that he was remembering in that moment. Tom's cruel words, his running from the serpent because, "Parseltongue won't save you now Potter, it only obeys me!"
"Fawkes showed up, and because phoenix tears have healing powers… he saved me. It wasn't exactly painful once I'd taken the fang out of my arm. I just felt weaker, dizzy, and everything seemed dream-like. Until Tom said I'd be with my filthy mudblood mother soon…"
Hermione held Harry close as he shook with fear. She understood immediately that he'd never gotten any real closure with this. He probably locked away everything that had ever hurt him deep inside so he would never have to deal with it again. If he didn't start allowing himself to revisit his negative memories until he could accept them for what they were Hermione was sure he'd end up in terrible shape mentally.
"Harry," she said softly and stood back to look up into his eyes. "You're an amazing wizard and even greater young man. I'm sorry I wasn't here with you when you faced that creature and Tom, but I'm here now. And I do believe you had an idea of how to make a few good memories in here. Shall we insult the memory of Salazar Slytherin now?" She asked with a smirk.
Harry's eyes widened before he grinned and nodded. Without hesitation he began to lead her to the top of the dark founder's stone head. "Even bigger insult to him," he said with a smirk when she asked why they were climbing.
Once they were finally where Harry wanted them to be, he sat down and pulled Hermione onto his lap, kissing her passionately and slipping his hands under her shirt, pushing it off over her head. He grinned when he saw that her bra was red. She'd been wearing red so often lately it truly had become his favorite color.
Hermione blushed as she felt Harry's gaze wash over her. Having Harry admire her every time they were intimate was addictive for Hermione. He just seemed to be so surprised every time, and had a look on his face as if he were the luckiest guy of all time. The only exceptions were when they were in a broom cupboard together. They were usually in a state of desperate lustful urgency when they had to hurry to a broom cupboard, and there was no hungry appraisal from Harry at those points.
When they had space and time to spare he'd rake his eyes over her with desire before lunging forward and kissing her with a fierce passion that almost scared her.
Harry reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling it off of her as he kissed her again, then reaching down to pull her jeans off of her. "This would be so much easier if you'd wear a damn skirt occasionally," Harry muttered as she slipped out of her jeans and knickers. She narrowed her eyes at him and pointed her wand at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.
A moment later his clothes had vanished, reappearing beside them. Harry smiled at that and shrugged his shoulders. "Looks like I'm gonna have to start working on vanishing spells," he admitted and pulled her back onto him. "That was much quicker and easier."
Hermione shrugged and wrapped her arms back around him as he slid into her slowly. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him closer to her. Harry chuckled and kissed her softly as they rocked their hips against each other. They moved so painfully slow, trying to break each other and make the other give up their game. It turned out that Harry was far more patient, and he found himself being pinned to the cold stone below him as Hermione took over and rocked back and forth at a much faster pace.
Harry groaned and hissed, unaware that he was speaking in Parseltongue. For Hermione, hearing the odd language again struck something in her that sent her flying over the edge and she collapsed on Harry as he rolled them over and pounded into her quick and fast to get to his own release.
They lay together in silence for a while, until Hermione turned to Harry with a smile. "Did we really just shag each other senseless in the Chamber of Secrets?" She asked.
Harry smirked and nodded, still looking up at the ceiling. "We most certainly did."
After laughing together at their ridiculous position, they dressed themselves and made their way back up into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom so they could check on their potion and get something to eat. Breakfast was over and had been for a while but lunch would probably be served in about an hour. So, they sat across from each other with the cauldron between them, exchanging smiles and laughter.
"You wanna know what's funny, Harry?" Hermione asked with a smirk. Harry nodded slowly as he stirred the contents of their potion once counter-clockwise and three times clockwise. "I think you've already taken up the Gryffindor king mantel, and I have a feeling our house might have finally picked a queen." Harry raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I'm being treated with as much respect as you've been getting. I think what normally never happens just happened."
Harry nodded and his smirk became a grin. "Good, anyone that disrespects you is going to wish they'd never been born. I've got a reason to give a damn, and after being faced with the prospect of losing you I'm not letting anyone get away with anything negative regarding you."
Hermione quirked an eyebrow. "Then I guess you won't mind me saying that if anyone lays a hand on you they're feeling my wrath. You've dealt with enough garbage in your life, I'm not letting anyone else get away with it."
Time passed slowly for the duo, eventually they concluded that their potion would be fine for another few days and made their way down to the great hall for lunch. When they sat down they saw a bunch of Slytherins smirking at them while it seemed that everyone in Gryffindor house was glaring daggers at the snakes. "What's going on?" Hermione asked.
Ron turned to her with a grin and placed a newspaper in her hands. "This is what's going on," he said joyously and left the great hall with Lavender on his arm. Hermione took a look at the front page and nearly ripped the paper in two.
Potter Dosed With Love Potions?
By Rita Skeeter
After a daring battle with a dangerous dragon it seems that Harry Potter may have found a steady girlfriend in Hermione Granger, a seemingly plain yet ambitious girl. But is this as innocent as we have been led to believe? My sources say otherwise.
"She's beyond unattractive, I'm not sure how she could possibly attract Harry Potter without some kind of help. She's really brainy though, so maybe she tricked him with a love potion," says Lavender Brown.
Miss Brown's boyfriend Ronald says that he and Harry had been friends for years before having a rather awful falling out. After Ronald Weasley attempted to apologize for treating his good friend so terribly, Harry began acting strange. Poor Harry's first example of odd behavior was a refusal to forgive his best friend, and now it seems his entire life revolves around Miss Granger.
This reporter has to wonder why young Harry has so suddenly changed, and also why his eye fell upon Miss Granger, who I myself have met at the Three Broomsticks rather recently. She seems to be an argumentative, rude, and outrageously violent young woman with little to no appeal.
Given how new their relationship is, it also puzzles me that Harry has been overheard telling Miss Granger that, "you know my life doesn't matter to me, but you're a much different story. I can't imagine being without you again." When was he without her? Why was he without her for that period of time? How did this intensity all come about? And why does our dear fragile hero not value his own life?
Only time and intense investigating will answer these questions, and I promise my dear readers, I will get to the bottom of this straight away!
Harry read over Hermione's shoulder and felt something similar to hatred bubbling up within him. He ripped the paper out of Hermione's hands and crumpled it into a ball. "They're all liars Mione," he whispered in her ear and tossed the garbage article in the air, setting it alight. "I know you're not pouring potions down my throat."
Hermione shook her head. "You're right about that Harry, I'd never do such a thing. But what's bothering me is that quote she has from you. You said that to me just after the first task, and there was no one nearby. Fleur was still unconscious, none of the other champions and hostages had returned, we were completely alone. How does she know that you said that?" She asked, finally turning to face him after they'd sat down together.
Harry shrugged and began to load up his plate with food. "I'd suggest that she has this place bugged, but as you've said at least a dozen times that electricity doesn't work in Hogwarts because of the magic in the air."
Hermione nodded slowly and began to place food on her own plate. Unfortunately, they couldn't finish their meal. Within moments the mail was delivered and Harry had to escort Hermione to the hospital wing because a hate letter contained bubotuber pus that splattered all over her hands. Almost immediately after the yellowish green liquid landed on her skin, her hands began to erupt in large yellow boils.
"Mione!" Harry cried and wrapped her hands in a large napkin gently. "I'm taking you to the hospital wing." Hermione nodded slowly with tears in her eyes and they got up together. Harry led Hermione out of the great hall as Malfoy and his Slytherin buddies pointed and laughed. Harry paused at the door and pointed his wand at Malfoy, turning the irritating blond back into a ferret. After Moody did it he showed Harry the spell and they practiced it together. Both Harry and Hermione found that Malfoy fit as a ferret.
After a quick trip to the hospital wing and a kiss goodbye, Harry reluctantly left Hermione in madam Pomfrey's care and went looking for trouble.
That trouble ended up being Ronald Weasley, bragging about how he'd shagged Lavender the night before. Harry rolled his eyes and continued walking, deciding at first to ignore Ron. He changed his mind when he heard Ron speak to him. "Has she been potioning you Potter?" Ron hollered and crossed his arms over his chest as Harry turned to face him.
The moment Harry caught sight of Ron's smug look he wanted to knock the red-head's teeth down his throat. Instead, he took several steps forward and grabbed Ron by the front of his robes. "Are you ever going to shut your big mouth? Or do I have to shut it for you?" He asked calmly. "I'd be more than happy to remove all your teeth."
Ron's eyes widened and he gulped slowly. "All I did was ask a question," he said in an effort to defend himself. Harry rolled his eyes.
"A fucked up question, and you spoke to that fiction writer that calls herself a reporter. For someone who claimed he wanted to go back to being friends, you're being a right foul git."
Ron struggled until Harry finally released him. The pureblood wizard fell to the ground due to his lack of balance and glared up at his former friend. "You didn't forgive me."
Harry shrugged. "You didn't give me a reason." Ron made a move to stand and drew his wand, which Harry instantly sent flying, having drawn his own wand too fast for anyone to notice. "Point your wand at me one more time and you'll see the repercussions of what I survived in the muggle world." Harry pointed his wand directly at Ron's forehead. "I used to be scared and shy, a human punching bag in everyone's eyes." Harry narrowed his own eyes at Ron and smirked. "I used to beg and pray for death, but I'm not that scared little boy anymore and if you provoke me any further I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
Ron's ears turned redder than his hair and he stood up slowly. Everyone in the hall had stopped to watch the latest fight between the former friends. "You never told me anything about that."
Harry shrugged. "You didn't ask, but Hermione did. Run along Ron, and don't brag about shagging Lavender. Everyone in Gryffindor house knows she's a slag, and getting into her pants is as much a triumph as getting a passing grade in Divination."
The dark-haired wizard put away his wand and turned to continue down the hall. Ron wasn't sure what to think about Harry anymore. Not only had Harry not forgiven him when he apologized, but he seemed far more confident, powerful, and always ready for a fight. He didn't seem to go looking for trouble but when it found him he was three steps ahead. It was odd for Ron to see Harry like this. His friend had never been like this before…