Title: The Years After
Rating: PG-13, some R
Coupling: Harry and Hermione; Ron and Lavender; Ginny and Draco (though we won't really be focusing on the latter two)
Spoilers: all books
Chapter: 1/?
Summary: In this chapter, the trio is in their 7th year at Hogwarts. It takes place starting at the beginning of the year, in September.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, though I wish I did
The Years After, Chapter One
It was a few weeks into the school year, and Harry, Hermione and Ron were in their seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The three were eating lunch in the great hall, Ron sitting across from Harry and Hermione. This past summer, the two had finally realized their feelings for each other, and had been going out since. They were sitting rather close, and Harry's arm was around Hermione's waist.
Hermione was reading off their schedules, and Harry was pleased to see that they didn't have potions until Thursday. Today they had Herbology in Greenhouse 7. "I wonder what we will be doing in there today." Hermione said thoughtfully. Ron was about to say something, when Dumbledore appeared at their table. "Harry, come with me, please." He looked grim.
Harry looked nervously at Hermione and Ron, and gave Hermione's shoulder a squeeze. Then he followed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall. Hermione immediately rounded on Ron.
"What happened? Do you know? Is he in trouble? Oh, God, is it Voldemort?" At this last suggestion, Hermione wailed and a few people looked as if they weren't sure they just heard her actually say You-Know-Who's name. Ron shushed her and led her to the Gryffindor common room. When the portrait swung open, Harry was seated on a couch, waiting for them. He looked weary, sad, and slightly angry all at once. As his two best friends rushed over to him, he stood.
"I am going to have to break the news to you guys separately. Ron first." Harry headed upstairs to the boys' dormitory with a worried Ron.
He sat on his bed, and Ron sat across from him. "What's up?"
Harry took a deep breath. "Dumbledore just told me that Voldemort is back, and wants to duel me," Ron gasped. "I have to leave immediately, and I need your help on how to break it to Hermione."
Ron stared at him. "Geez, Harry. Wow. Listen, you should disarm him, them try Avada Kedavra, and-"
"Ron! Listen, I don't have much time, and I have to tell Hermione, because I am leaving tonight! I understand you're worried about me and everything, but how am I going to tell my girlfriend that I am leaving and have a good chance of not coming back?!"
Ron looked guilty and sad. "Sorry, Harry. Listen, Just go down there and tell her. Comfort her, and tell her that you will never leave her, even if you die and stuff like that." Harry gave him a grim smile and got off the bed.
"Thanks Ron. Listen, if I don't come back- "
"Harry, don't speak that way! Of course you will! You can beat him, you've beaten him four times already! Listen-I know you can." Ron looked up at Harry and got off the bed. He gave him a hug and added in a whisper, "You better beat him-I don't know what I would do without you as my best friend."
Harry gave him a smile and headed downstairs. "Bye, Ron."
Hermione looked up at the sound of Harry's voice. "Harry? Why are you saying goodbye to Ron?" One look at the look on Harry's face, and in a tremulous voice she said, "Harry, talk to me."
"'Mione. Dumbledore just told me that Voldemort is back. He wants to duel me, and I have to leave tonight." He looked up at her, afraid to say anything for fear of crying. Hermione looked frozen, like she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. All of a sudden, she threw herself into Harry's arms. Sobbing into his shoulder, she moaned, "Harry! What if you get killed? I don't know what I'd do! Oh, Harry...why? Why you? Yes, yes, I know why, but still...oh Harry, please say you'll be careful. Please. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you!"
He held a finger up to her lips. She looked into those emerald eyes, and leaned in to kiss him. He pulled her closer to him, and gently prodded Hermione's lips with his tongue. She willingly opened her mouth and his tongue slid in. The kiss slowly deepened, and all of a sudden Hermione pulled away. She pulled him into a corner, and whispered, "Silentius privatus". Everything around them became foggy, and Harry wondered what she was doing.
"I performed a spell to envelop us in a large bubble. No one can see or hear us, and if they come near the bubble they suddenly remember something they forgot to do somewhere else." Harry grinned and leaned in for another kiss. As things were getting more and more heated, Harry asked, "Hermione? Do you want to stop?"
She looked up into his eyes. "Harry, I may never see you again. I want our could-be last time together to be special, and something we'll always remember. I want you to make me yours. If you're ready, that is."
Harry was speechless. "Mione, I'm ready, but are you sure? I-"
"I've never been more sure in my life." She confirmed.
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A little while later, they got up and dressed.
"I am so sorry, love, but I have to leave now." Hermione clung to him. "Listen, Mione, even if I am killed, I will always be there for you, if not physically, mentally."
She wiped her tears and gave him a last hug and kiss. "I love you Harry. Don't forget that!" She called after his retreating back. Before he stepped through the portrait hole, he turned and blew her a kiss.
The minute the portrait swung back closed, Hermione collapsed in tears.
Rating: PG-13, some R
Coupling: Harry and Hermione; Ron and Lavender; Ginny and Draco (though we won't really be focusing on the latter two)
Spoilers: all books
Chapter: 1/?
Summary: In this chapter, the trio is in their 7th year at Hogwarts. It takes place starting at the beginning of the year, in September.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, though I wish I did
The Years After, Chapter One
It was a few weeks into the school year, and Harry, Hermione and Ron were in their seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The three were eating lunch in the great hall, Ron sitting across from Harry and Hermione. This past summer, the two had finally realized their feelings for each other, and had been going out since. They were sitting rather close, and Harry's arm was around Hermione's waist.
Hermione was reading off their schedules, and Harry was pleased to see that they didn't have potions until Thursday. Today they had Herbology in Greenhouse 7. "I wonder what we will be doing in there today." Hermione said thoughtfully. Ron was about to say something, when Dumbledore appeared at their table. "Harry, come with me, please." He looked grim.
Harry looked nervously at Hermione and Ron, and gave Hermione's shoulder a squeeze. Then he followed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall. Hermione immediately rounded on Ron.
"What happened? Do you know? Is he in trouble? Oh, God, is it Voldemort?" At this last suggestion, Hermione wailed and a few people looked as if they weren't sure they just heard her actually say You-Know-Who's name. Ron shushed her and led her to the Gryffindor common room. When the portrait swung open, Harry was seated on a couch, waiting for them. He looked weary, sad, and slightly angry all at once. As his two best friends rushed over to him, he stood.
"I am going to have to break the news to you guys separately. Ron first." Harry headed upstairs to the boys' dormitory with a worried Ron.
He sat on his bed, and Ron sat across from him. "What's up?"
Harry took a deep breath. "Dumbledore just told me that Voldemort is back, and wants to duel me," Ron gasped. "I have to leave immediately, and I need your help on how to break it to Hermione."
Ron stared at him. "Geez, Harry. Wow. Listen, you should disarm him, them try Avada Kedavra, and-"
"Ron! Listen, I don't have much time, and I have to tell Hermione, because I am leaving tonight! I understand you're worried about me and everything, but how am I going to tell my girlfriend that I am leaving and have a good chance of not coming back?!"
Ron looked guilty and sad. "Sorry, Harry. Listen, Just go down there and tell her. Comfort her, and tell her that you will never leave her, even if you die and stuff like that." Harry gave him a grim smile and got off the bed.
"Thanks Ron. Listen, if I don't come back- "
"Harry, don't speak that way! Of course you will! You can beat him, you've beaten him four times already! Listen-I know you can." Ron looked up at Harry and got off the bed. He gave him a hug and added in a whisper, "You better beat him-I don't know what I would do without you as my best friend."
Harry gave him a smile and headed downstairs. "Bye, Ron."
Hermione looked up at the sound of Harry's voice. "Harry? Why are you saying goodbye to Ron?" One look at the look on Harry's face, and in a tremulous voice she said, "Harry, talk to me."
"'Mione. Dumbledore just told me that Voldemort is back. He wants to duel me, and I have to leave tonight." He looked up at her, afraid to say anything for fear of crying. Hermione looked frozen, like she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. All of a sudden, she threw herself into Harry's arms. Sobbing into his shoulder, she moaned, "Harry! What if you get killed? I don't know what I'd do! Oh, Harry...why? Why you? Yes, yes, I know why, but still...oh Harry, please say you'll be careful. Please. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you!"
He held a finger up to her lips. She looked into those emerald eyes, and leaned in to kiss him. He pulled her closer to him, and gently prodded Hermione's lips with his tongue. She willingly opened her mouth and his tongue slid in. The kiss slowly deepened, and all of a sudden Hermione pulled away. She pulled him into a corner, and whispered, "Silentius privatus". Everything around them became foggy, and Harry wondered what she was doing.
"I performed a spell to envelop us in a large bubble. No one can see or hear us, and if they come near the bubble they suddenly remember something they forgot to do somewhere else." Harry grinned and leaned in for another kiss. As things were getting more and more heated, Harry asked, "Hermione? Do you want to stop?"
She looked up into his eyes. "Harry, I may never see you again. I want our could-be last time together to be special, and something we'll always remember. I want you to make me yours. If you're ready, that is."
Harry was speechless. "Mione, I'm ready, but are you sure? I-"
"I've never been more sure in my life." She confirmed.
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A little while later, they got up and dressed.
"I am so sorry, love, but I have to leave now." Hermione clung to him. "Listen, Mione, even if I am killed, I will always be there for you, if not physically, mentally."
She wiped her tears and gave him a last hug and kiss. "I love you Harry. Don't forget that!" She called after his retreating back. Before he stepped through the portrait hole, he turned and blew her a kiss.
The minute the portrait swung back closed, Hermione collapsed in tears.