21. Her scar
"Harry? What are you doing?" Hermione asked, looking down at the lump of blanket shaped like her boyfriend's head.
"I want to see it." Hermione frowned in confusion.
"It?" But just as she finished her question, she felt Harry's hand lifting her pyjama top. "Harry," she sighed. "It's just a scar. I don't understand why you're so obsessed with it." Harry's head popped up under the blanket.
"It's not just a scar." he said in an offended voice. "It's fascinating." Hermione sighed and pulled her boyfriend up from his head, cradling his face between her hands and giving him a loving kiss.
"Mmm… This is nice but you can't distract me, 'Mione. I want to see it." Harry whispered into her kiss. Pulling away, he slowly opened the blanket as if peeling the package of a precious gift and exposed her bare midriff. Hermione looked at Harry's fascinated eyes going over her scar.
"You know that you got one right on your forehead, right? I've never seen you look at your scar the way you look at this."
"It's not fascinating." Hermione giggled,
"And what is so fascinating about this one, may I ask? It just brings back bad memories." Harry's eyes shot up to meet hers.
"It used to bring back bad memories for me, too." He slowly brought his hand up towards her chest, his fingers, along with his eyes, slightly caressing the pale scar, almost not touching it. Hermione felt goosebumps as a shiver ran down her spine. "Whenever I saw it, I remembered that night at the Department of Mysteries, how I almost lost you. And I wanted to hate it, you know?" His emerald green eyes briefly looked into her chocolate brown ones. "But I couldn't. How can I hate something when it's a part of you?" He slowly leaned down till she could feel his breath between her breasts. "I love every part of you. And this-" he brushed his lips upon the scar slowly almost tantalisingly, "is the reminder of your loyalty and compassion. You almost died that night and all because of me-"
"Harry-" Hermione tried to cut in but he silenced her with a stare. Hermione knew him and she knew that he needed this moment. He'd been bottling up these feelings for so long, he had to pour them out.
"You came with me even though you knew it was a trap. And you took that curse right through your chest because you couldn't attack a baby."
"Actually that was quite stupid of me." Hermione rolled her eyes, remembering the baby-headedDeath Eater.
"Stupid? Maybe. Right? Don't think so. But doing the right thing doesn't always make you a good person. And you chose to be good person over doing the right thing. And I love your heart for that." He finished with dropping a kiss right on her heart.
Hermione looked down at her boyfriend who was practically lying on top her. Trying to hold back her tears, she ruffled his already messy hair and whispered with a smile on her lips,
"OK, I get it. You are attracted to women with scars." Harry chuckled at her attempts at lightening the mood. He pushed himself up on his hands so his eyes were at the same level as hers.
"Yes, especially if said women can make my heart flutter with just looking into my eyes." Harry said while gazing down into her soul. He leaned down to drop kisses on her neck. "Unfortunately, there aren't many women like that." He whispered into her ear, meanwhile his hands were working on taking her pyjama top off. After throwing the top off to the floor, he leaned down again to kiss her lips, his hands in her bushy curls and hers sliding under his t-shirt to scratch his back. He stopped a hairbreadth away from her lips. "Fortunately, I don't need many women. I have the right one just where I need her, in my arms."
Hermione's "Oh, Harry!" got cut off with their kiss as Harry's hand sneaked down to caress her scar.