A/N: I'm not exactly the best smut writer in the world, so I hope you'll forgive me.

Harry stood and looked around the room. "If Voldemort knows we came to Godric's Hollow, he could quite easily find the trapdoor. I'm sure they'll attack within the next few hours, so we should probably go back home. Hermia, you and Tassy should come with us as well. I don't think we'll be safe here much longer."

"You're probably right Harry," Hermia sighed. "But I don't want to impose on you. I'm sure Minerva will allow me to stay at Hogwarts. We have much to discuss anyway."

"Are you sure? We have more than enough room at Grimmauld Place."

"I'm quite sure," Hermia said. "Besides, it will do my old soul good to see Hogwarts again. I'll just go inform Tassy and collect a few of my things." She left the room hurriedly.

"Luna, I'm afraid you are in even more danger now," Harry said, sitting on the sofa. "We cannot let them learn that you are a Seer."

Ron put an arm around Luna as she said, "I know. But I'm still with you all the way."

"Me too," Neville said. "It's up to the five of us to make sure this bastard dies."

Hermione climbed into Harry's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You know," she said, "perhaps when we get home we should all learn proper Occlumency."

"With who?" Harry asked. "The only Legilimens I know are Dumbledore, Voldemort and Snape, and I don't see any of them being able to help us out."

"Well, uh, actually, Remus is a Legilimens as well," Hermione admitted. "I figured we could need to learn Occlumency sooner or later, and I asked him if he knew any Legilimens. Very few people know though, so we'll have to keep this within us. If we tell anyone else, we could be unknowingly telling our informant, who could tell Voldemort."

"You, my dear, are completely brilliant!" Harry exclaimed, kissing her forehead as she blushed.

"I just want to make sure we all stay safe," she whispered. "We need to be prepared. Maybe once we master Occlumency Remus could teach us Legilimency. We're going to need a lot of training if we want to come close to being ready to fight him. We'll never be fully ready, but we can sure as hell try."

Harry held her tighter and said, "We will, love, we will."

Hermia entered the room. "I've spoken with Minerva, and she wants me to apparate to Hogwarts as soon as possible."

"Are you going to be able to apparate that far?" Hermione asked, concerned.

"My dear girl, I'm old, not broken. I'll be fine. More importantly, how are you getting home?"

"We drove, but the truck is back at my parents' house," Harry said. "I suppose we could fly over the house to check for Death Eater activity. Hermione and I can go under my invisibility cloak, and the others can disillusion themselves. If the coast is clear, we'll get back in the truck and hightail it out of there, but if they're there, we'll just have to keep flying until we find a safe place to apparate home."

"Sounds like a good idea. I think you should be off now if at all possible," Hermia said, looking about nervously.

"You're right," Hermione said, standing. She took the shrunken brooms out of her pocket and enlarged them all. Hermia gave all the teens a hug, holding on to Hermione a bit longer.

"Here, take Rowena's spellbook. It could be of some help for you. I'm very glad I got to meet you, my dear girl," Hermia sniffed.

"Me too...grandma," Hermione said, eyes watering. Both began to sob in each other's arms.

"Birds," Ron muttered under his breath.

"Hermione was right. You do have the emotional range of a teaspoon," Harry said. "They've only just come into each other's lives, and they have to separate. Not to mention that all of our lives are in danger."

"I get it, I get it," Ron said. "But that doesn't make them any less weird." Harry simply gave him a look.

"Are you kids sure you'll be alright if I go now?" Hermia asked.

Harry nodded. "We'll be fine. Make sure you and Tassy arrive at Hogwarts safely."

Hermia smiled. "You all be careful. I fully intend on seeing all of you in one piece the next time we meet." Tassy appeared at her side, and the two disapparated.

The teens went outside, brooms in hand. Neville, Ron and Luna disillusioned themselves as Harry and Hermione climbed onto the Firebolt, covering themselves with the cloak.

"Since we're under the cloak, Hermione and I will ride up front. Ron, bring up the rear. When we near my parents' house, stop above the trees. We'll tell you if the coast is clear or not. Hermione, pull a bit of the cloak off of the end of the broom so they know where we are. Is everyone ready?" Three heads nodded back at him, and Hermione wrapped her arms tightly around his middle.

"Let's go then," Harry said, and they all kicked off.

After about forty minutes, they neared the house. Harry heard Hermione's sharp intake of breath at the sight before them. Thick black smoke was rising violently toward the sky. Harry could make out what had obviously once been the truck beneath the orange flames acting as the source of the smoke.

"Guess I'll have to buy the truck off the dealership," he said lightly, turning back to Hermione.

"Harry James Potter! This is no time for jokes! We have to tell the othe-" she broke off, noticing hooded figures below them. "Harry...they're here," she whispered, eyes wide in fright.

"Well then we're getting the hell out of here and going home," he said, turning the broom and flying to the others.

"Guys, the Death Eaters are there, and they've blown up the truck. We're going to fly back to the mainland and apparate home. Follow me closely, and above all, be careful. We should probably fly a bit higher," Harry said, leading them farther up. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as they sped off toward the coast.

About twenty minutes later, they arrived on the other side of the bridge. Harry led the descent, and once they were on solid ground, Hermione flung herself into his arms. Neville shrunk their brooms, and they all apparated back to 12 Grimmauld Place.

When they arrived back at Grimmauld Place, they all decided sleep was what they needed. Harry showed Neville, Ron and Luna to what would be their rooms before changing into his Gryffindor sweats and going to Hermione's room. She was in a white cotton nightgown, brushing out her curls. She didn't hear Harry come in, and was surprised when she felt his arms around her waist. She leaned back against him and he put his chin on top of her head.

"I wish I knew who was betraying us," Hermione whispered.

"Me too," Harry said. "It doesn't make any sense. The only people we tell our plans to are people we trust. I hate thinking that someone we're close to is doing this. I can't picture the Weasleys or Tonks and Remus telling Snape what we've been doing. It's not just who though. Why are they doing it? What are they getting out of it?"

"Well it was someone who didn't like me. Maybe they want me dead," Hermione said, paling.

"Don't talk like that, love. The only people I can think of who want us dead are Tom and his cronies. What if one of the Death Eaters is using polyjuice?" Harry asked.

"I can't believe we didn't think of that before! That's quite possible. Maybe we should focus on Legilimency first. I know it's bad, but I think it could be necessary to use it on others to figure out who the traitor is. I hate doing that, but it seems like the only solution," was Hermione's frustrated reply.

"Well, maybe there will be another answer in the spellbook," Harry said.

"I hope so." She turned to face him. The concern in her chocolate eyes caught Harry off guard. He embraced her tightly.

"We'll figure it out Mione. And whoever the culprit turns is will wish they had never met Harry Potter," he said, anger rising at the thought of anyone wanting to hurt the woman he loved.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too." Harry crawled into bed, and Hermione crawled into his arms.

The weeks leading up to their return to Hogwarts were spent training. Remus arrived every day at noon to teach Harry and Hermione Legilimency and Ron, Neville and Luna Occlumency. Neville proved to be apt at Occlumency, so Remus had Harry and Hermione practice with Neville. Tonks came over in the evenings to train them in combative spells.

The day before term started found Remus laughing in the kitchen. "Ron, when were you and Luna snogging in the linen closet?"

Ron's ears turned pink. "Yesterday," Luna said.

"You need to learn to block me, Ron. Luna has done it successfully all afternoon."

Not to be outdone, Ron closed off his mind to Remus the next time.

"Speaking of snogging, when were you and Tonks snogging in my kitchen?" Harry asked Remus, amused.

"You used Legilimency on me?" Remus asked, impressed.

Harry nodded. "You were much easier than Nev. Although in your defense, you weren't trying to block me."

"Well I guess our session is over. Tonks cancelled tonight's lesson. She wants you all to have an enjoyable night before school starts."

"You two should come over for dinner at six. I'm cooking," Harry said, grinning.

"Well how can I say no to that? See you at six then," Remus said before disapparating.

Hermione entered, smiling to herself. "Hey Lu, do you want to come shopping with me?"

"Sure," Luna smiled, kissing Ron goodbye.

"We'll be back later. I have a surprise for you tonight," Hermione whispered in Harry's ear, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before dragging Luna out the door.

"What was that all about?" Ron asked as Harry turned on the stove.

"I don't know. She said she had a surprise for me."

Ron wiggled his eyebrows. "A surprise, eh?"

"Sod off Weasley," Harry said. "This is Hermione we're talking about."

"Hey, a girl's got needs too." Harry threw a wooden spoon at him.

Luna glanced around Diagon Alley. "Where are we going?"

"A Muggle store, actually. I just apparated here because the store is near here, and this is a safe apparition point.

"So what are we buying?"

Hermione blushed. "Lingerie."

Luna's eyes widened. "Does this mean what I think it means?" Hermione nodded shyly. Luna squealed and hugged her as she nodded. "Does Harry know yet?"

"No, but I told him I'd have a surprise for him tonight." Hermione frowned. "What if he doesn't want to do it?"

"Hermione, he's a seventeen-year-old guy. Of course he wants to do it. Not to mention that he loves you."

Hermione smiled as they left the Leaky Cauldron and stepped onto a busy Muggle street. They walked a few blocks to a small boutique and went inside.

Hermione was obviously nervous. "I-I don't know what I should get," she sdmitted.

"Well," Luna said thoughtfully, "what are you wanting to convey?"

"I want him to think I'm sexy, to want to make love to me. I want him to want me," Hermione said sheepishly.

Luna handed Hermione some lingerie and ushered her to a changing room. "And make sure to leave your hair down tonight," she said through the door.

"Luna, these are perfect!" Hermione squealed. "Thank you so much!"

While Hermione was changing, Luna browsed. Seeing a pair of light blue knickers and a matching bra that she liked, she decided to purchase them. They'll come in handy eventually.

After Hermione made her purchase, the pair headed home.

"Honey! I'm home!" Hermione called out in a sing-song voice as she entered the kitchen.

"Good," Harry said, "because dinner's almost ready and I missed you."

"I missed you too," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "But you'll like what I bought."

"Oh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He lifted her onto the counter. "And what's that?"

"You'll find out later," she whispered huskily. Harry had just pressed his lips to hers when there was a pop.

"Caught in a compromising position I see," Remus snickered.

"Not nearly as compromising as the position we found you two in," Harry retorted.

Tonks laughed. "Touche."

Hermione regretfully jumped off of the counter to set the table. "Dinner's ready," she called. Ron almost knocked her over as he apparated into the room.

"Honestly Ron! Complete lack of manners!"

Neville and Luna walked in, lauging at Ron's fearful face as Hermione berated him.

"Everybody please sit. Dinner is done," Harry said, placing a basket of cheddar biscuits on the table. He had made salad, lobster tails and strawberry-chocolate torte, and everybody was impressed.

After eating his third helping of torte, Ron rubbed his stomach and said, "Bloody hell mate! I think you could give my mum a run for her money!" Everyone laughed.

"You know, we're quite proud of all of you," Remus said, as Tonks nodded in agreement. "You lot have made a lot of progress. We hope you'll continue to practice with each other at school. We'll try to arrange it with McGonogall so that we can help you train sometimes. We'd like to stay and chat more, but we have things to do-"

"I'll bet," Ron smirked.

Remus glared at him. "-so we'll be leaving now. We'll be back in the morning to accompany you to King's Cross." They gave hugs all around before leaving.

"I'm going to go do a little reading," Hermione said.

"I'll come with you," Harry said, standing.

"NO!" she yelled. "I mean, not yet. I just want a bit of alone time, but you're more than welcome to join me in a bit."

"Okay," he said, blinking. She's sure acting strange.

Harry and Neville went to the parlor to watch a movie while Ron and Luna went off to snog. When the movie was over, Neville headed to bed and Harry headed to Hermione's room. He expected to find her engrossed in Rowena's spellbook, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that met his eyes when he opened her door.

The only light in the room came from groups of candles around the walls. Hermione was sprawled on top of the duvet, chestnut curls fanned out on the pillows. She was wearing a pair of tiny emerald green knickers and a matching sheer teddy. Harry's jaw dropped. He could feel his pants tightening around his growing bulge.

"I've been waiting for you," she said seductively, desire evident in her eyes.

"Y-You have?" he sputtered. She nodded.

"Is this m-my surp-prise?" She nodded again. His eyes widened. Best bloody surprise I've ever gotten.

"You know, it's rather lonely all by myself," Hermione pouted. Harry sat down on the bed.

Hermione laughed. "You're slightly overdressed for this event, Mr. Potter. I think I can help you take care of that." She pulled his t-shirt over his head, raking her nails on his stomach and chest. She flicked her tongue over his left nipple as she unbuttoned his jeans. Harry shivered. Once he was down to his boxers, she said, "There, now you're appropriately dressed." Harry gulped and nodded.

"You know," she remarked. "You've been awfully quiet. Do you not want to do this?"

"It's not that Mione," he said. "I've never wanted anything more. I'm just trying to convince myself that this is actually happening."

"Well believe it," she laughed.

"You look quite exquisite in green," he said. "But I think you'd look even better out of it." He grabbed the hem of her teddy and lifted it, trailing kisses up her body as he removed it. She gave a contented sigh as he kissed her, their tongues crashing together like waves on the shore. He hooked his thumbs in the band of her knickers and pulled them off. He broke the kiss to take in her naked form.

"You are absolutely breathtaking," he breathed. Even in the candlelight, he could see the faint blush creep to her cheeks. His fingers lightly traced the thin scar between her breasts. I swear I will kill Dolohov for doing that to her. Cautiously, he moved his other hand down her stomach. He could feel the heat between her thighs. He ran his fingers down her slit, surprised to find that she was already wet. He gingerly slipped a finger into her, and she writhed beneath him. Sensing that this was a good thing, he added another and slowly moved them in and out. Hermione whimpered. Harry sped up, causing her to let out a low moan.

"Harry!" she panted. "I want you...in me...now."

Harry quickly removed his boxers, positioning himself outside of her entrance. "Do you need to do some sort of contraceptive charm or something?"

"Already did it."

He slowly pushed into her, watching her reaction. When he got a little farther in, she winced and bit her lip.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just stay still for a moment," she said. After a minute, she said, "Okay, you can move now."

He slowly began to move in and out of her, reveling in how great she felt around him. He gradually began quickening the pace. I'm not sure I'm going to last much longer. Hermione put her arm around his neck and roughly pulled him to her, smashing his lips into hers. Their tongues danced as Harry pumped in and out. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. Harry pinched one of her nipples, and she threw her head back and screamed.

"HARRY!!!!!!" Her muscles clenched around him as she came. Harry had never seen anything so erotic in his life, and he filled her with his warm seed, collapsing on top of her.

A thin sheen of sweat covered their entwined bodies. They were both panting as they waited for their heartbeats to slow.

"That was amazing," Hermione whispered.

"You're amazing," Harry said.

She laughed. "No more amazing than you."

"I love you so much," he said, gazing into her eyes lovingly.

"I know," she smiled softly. "I love you too."

Eventually their heartbeats returned to normal, and they drifted off to sleep.