Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or it's characters. This is merely a work of fanfiction.
A/N: I had someone express interest in a Harmione pairing. I already had this done, and I haven't edited it. It is from when I first started writing, so it may be a little different than my usual work.
Please let me know if you would be interested in more of Dark!Harmione.
It's too much-
And it's not enough-
And it's everything-
The magic is swirling around them and it's euphoric and transcendent.
Blood magic is supposed to be dark and bad.
But with Harry's hand clasped in hers, the blood still dripping down into the goblet, it doesn't feel bad or dark.
It feels otherworldly.
It feels like they are standing alone at the center of the universe while the stars and galaxies swirl around them.
Harry stares into Hermione's eyes illuminated by the moonlight, and she is his.
He's loved her since he was twelve, and he will love her until the world collapses and the sun explodes.
Ron left weeks ago, and for the first time ever it's been just them. On bad days Harry wishes he had it in him to walk away from this war, and steal Hermione away from all of this.
Harry is worried he won't make it through this, but he wants to desperately for Hermione. He knows how it will destroy her if he's taken from her.
Hermione suspects Dumbledore always meant to use Harry as a sacrifice, and has been researching ways to bring him back if she has to.
'Necromancy'. 'Dark Magic'. 'Forbidden'.
Hermione doesn't care.
She will do anything to protect Harry. She always has.
She found the solution in a book about Blood Magic from the Black Family Library. 'Soulbonding' - it's an ancient marriage rite that is forbidden by the Ministry.
Hermione has loved Harry since he jumped on a troll's back to save her First Year. She never imagined he could feel the same way about her, so she stows the book in her bag, but doesn't mention it. She could never force Harry into a loveless marriage.
When Ron leaves, things shift quickly, because Ron said it- "You choose him."
Even as she tried to calm him down, and convince him to stay, she didn't deny it.
She had always chosen Harry, and she would continue to choose him every single time.
So when Harry pulled the locket off her neck one night, tossing it on a table, and drawing her into a kiss, Hermione had responded in kind.
It was Harry that suggested they carry out the soulbonding.
"If it wasn't for this war, I'd give you a proper wedding, but as it is….and it does solve our problem."
Now they were standing in the swirling storm of the bonding magic. It was ancient, heady, and seductive.
Once their mingled blood had finished dripping into the goblet, they added the other ingredients and both drank half.
The runes written on their bodies began to glow in the moonlight, as the goblet was drained of its contents. A wave of magic rushed out from them.
They would have to move soon, to avoid discovery, but for just a second, Hermione looked at Harry and lavished in the gleam in his emerald eyes.