Never Touch Her Harry

A/N: Sorry for being gone for so long! Here's a one-shot inspired by Cloud Zen's 'Adorable Violence'. I recommend you give that story a read too!

It was a cold winter night in the Gryffindor common room. Harry and Hermione were cuddling together in front of the fire. It was an awfully cute sight. Hermione was curled up in Harry's lap, reading a book, while Harry was asleep against the couch.

'My Harry is just so wonderful,' she thought with a chuckle. Hermione looked up and saw Harry's restless face and let out a sigh. She put her book down and noticed that Harry's hand was scarred. She held his hand up and saw the words "I must not tell lies." Etched onto it.

Hermione was possessed by anger. How dare that stupid frog lady hurt her Harry? Her poor little Harry? Her Harry who had to put up with the constant threat of death every year? Her lovely Harry who-

Crack

Hermione looked over her shoulders and saw that she had accidentally cracked a vase in her anger. She cuddled up even closer to Harry, relishing his comforting scent. Hermione pondered over her thoughts as she played with a stray lock of Harry's hair. "No one touches my Harry," she whispered. She gave Harry a gentle kiss on his lips before standing up and heading for Harry's dorm for his cloak and his map. She mentally recited the path to the Forbidden Forest. She was going to give Dolores Umbridge a late-night visit.

Harry woke up to the sight of Hermione's brown hair on his chest. Harry chuckled and patted her head, Hermione looked so adorable when she was sleeping. Harry absentmindedly looked at the scar in his hand. He felt guilty for hiding it from Hermione, but he was afraid of what she might do if she found out. He didn't want her to get into trouble.

Harry knew that Hermione was a very protective girl. Ever since he had saved her from the troll, she clung onto him and never let go. His mind wandered back to the times where Hermione had proved just how protective she could be when it came to Harry, a specific memory involving Hermione scaring away a Dementor appearing prominently.

Harry looked down at the sleeping girl and kissed the top of her head. He felt lucky to have such a girl like Hermione in his life. 'What would I do without you, Hermione?' he thought.

Harry felt Hermione move against him as she woke up. His green gaze met hers and he smiled. She looked so beautiful. The sun was shining on her face. It was almost angelic.

"Good morning Harry," she said.

"Good morning Hermione," He responded, before giving her a soft kiss.

Just as he tried to pull away, Hermione held him in place and deepened the kiss.

"I'm not letting you go just yet." She winked and moved to straddle him. She was just too addicted to her Harry's lips.

A few hours later after a satisfying early morning snog session – and a brief encounter in the shower (Harry's bum was just so irresistible!), the happy couple made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Hermione, who was practically clinging on to Harry, gave a few worried glances and looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, seemingly noticing her curious behaviour.

"N-nothing, I'm just a bit tired, that's all," she replied, not having the courage to look at him as she did.

"Tired? The day's just begun. Besides, I don't believe that you could get tired after our little romp, we've done stuff way more draining than that," Harry said incredulously.

Hermione gave a cute little huff and they stopped walking.

"I may have done something last night..."

If anyone had walked by the hallway at that time, they might have heard the unmistakeable sound of Harry Potter banging his head against a wall.

After checking if he had a concussion, Harry and Hermione entered the Great Hall and sat down next to Ron, who was stuffing his face with sausages and bacon. After admonishing Ron for his lack of table manners - 'Honestly Ron, you know that the way you eat is disgusting!' - Hermione attempted to explain herself to Harry.

"Harry, I had to do something! I couldn't let that pink toad hurt MY Harry!"

Harry sighed, he found Hermione's somewhat protective tendencies endearing, but he hated it when she got herself into trouble. "Hermione we've been over this a dozen times, you can't just hurt someone when you feel like it. Remember Cho? I'm pretty sure she's still in the Hospital Wing after what you did to her last month."

"She tried to flirt with you! Besides, this is different. The blasted woman gave you A SCAR!" Tears started to show in Hermione's eyes, and she started sniffling, "I had to do something… I'm so sorry Harry."

Harry cursed under his breath, Hermione knew that her crying was his only weakness. Harry supposed that Hermione did have a point, Umbridge had strived to make his life hell ever since she had first stepped foot inside of Hogwarts. He looked back at the scar that Umbridge had made him carve out before pulling Hermione in for a hug.

"I'm sorry Hermione, you were right. She got what she deserved." He let Hermione crawl up to straddle him and gave her forehead a kiss – relishing her scent.

Out of curiosity, he asked, "What exactly did you do to Umbridge?"

Hermione looked up from his chest and gave a naughty grin. "It's best if you don't know," she said, before giving him a small peck.

And so Harry dropped the topic, Dolores Umbridge was in fate's hands now. He could only hope that Hermione had covered her tracks this time.

Dolores Umbridge was found a week later deep inside the Forbidden Forest, shaken and badly injured. She promptly resigned from her title as Headmaster after she had been found, leaving behind a single note that repeated the phrase, "Never touch her Harry."

A/N: Sorry if the story's rubbish, but please review!