AN - I have finally decided to re-list this after it was taken down due adult content in a M Rated story - Who'd of thought it eh? This is a Lite version of the story with some of the more explicit content cut or reworked. Hope it meets with everyone's approval. The whole story is written and will take as long as it takes me to re-write the sections and post them in order to publish.

Chapter One - A Break from what must be.

Somewhere deep in the English countryside a small white tent was pitched in an empty part of the forest. To the casual observer the tent was invisible but to those that knew how to see such things, clear signs of a campsite could be seen. Inside the tent, remarkably much bigger on the inside, two young people were dancing to a slow piece of music playing on an odd looking radio. There was an air of sadness about the couple and they slowly swayed to the music.

Hermione Granger rested her head on the shoulders of the taller boy and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. She was very confused about things, she had thought that she was in love with another absent boy but now she wasn't even sure about that. Ron had left them in a fit of anger and temper that was all too common with the red-haired teen. He had said horrible things about her and Harry before leaving and these had hurt her terribly. At first she had felt immense sadness and loss in his leaving, so sure was she in her love for him but as the days passed she began to re-consider her feelings. This had culminated in Harry's amusing attempt to cheer her up by asking her to dance with him. As she had been held by him in his strong arms she had thought about all the times that Ron had hurt her, either with a mis-thought deed or more commonly with a thoughtless and hasty word. She had forgotten the amount of times that he had reduced her to tears and she had to question, was this the act of someone who she was supposed to love and love her in return? As she danced her thoughts turned to the raven haired boy in her arms. The more she thought about him the more she realized that he had never intentionally hurt her, either through deed or words. He had saved her life more times than she had cared to mention, and had asked for nothing in return. As they swayed around the tent, the small box of emotions she had carefully hid away at the back of her psych burst forth. With clarity of thought she didn't thinks possible she realized that she loved Harry, not Ron. In fact she had always loved Harry with a deep overwhelming love that made her feel giddy from the sudden burst of emotions. This had of course left her with a major problem – what was she going to do about it? She did not want to jeopardize her friendship with Harry, that was far more important than anything else and besides, she knew that Harry loved Ginny. She would have to bury her feeling deep once more and live the life that she knew was in front of her. A loveless marriage to Ronald Weasley.

Deep in the forest, a dark evil creature smiled in triumph at the emotions it was feeling from the tent. Yes this was all going to plan.

Harry was in heaven. He was dancing with Hermione and she was in his arms. He could smell the warm fruity smell that her hair gave off and it made him go weak at the knees. He knew he loved her, he had loved her since the first moment he met her on the Hogwarts Express all those years ago. He hated himself for been too scared to act upon his feeling, and now he knew he had lost her to Ron. Sure he liked Ginny and over time he was sure that it would grow to something more, but she was a pale candle when compared to the burning light that was Hermione. He felt so conflicted, she was Ron's girl, even though the git had walked out on them. He knew that she would forgive him and that she was only with him because she had promised to help him, and Hermione never broke a promise. However the feel of her in his arm, the scent of her hair and the steady feel of her heart beating against his chest made him regret his decency. It would be so easy to sweep her into his arms and kiss those lips that he dreamt about, but he knew that she would not return the feelings –she was Ron's girl.

In the forest, the 'thing' licked its lips in anticipation. This was the culmination of years of work and it would all come to fruition tonight. It was dizzy with the anticipation of the years of feeding it would get from this pair.

The song had stopped and the radio was now playing out some news. However for the couple stood looking at one another time had stopped. For Hermione she had realized that the moment, the glorious moment was over and that she had to lock her feelings away. For Harry, he was having a moment of absolute clarity. He could see the future as it was mapped out for him. He would let Hermione go and they would go back to bed. Ron would return and after some cross words she would be back with him. They would find all the Horcrux's and eventually defeat Voldemort. He would marry Ginny and have kids; she would marry Ron and have her kids. To the outside observer life would appear perfect, but Harry knew that would be a lie. In his heart he would be dying a little every day without her. The path was clear and his role in life mapped out for him. In fact he had subconsciously started to relax his grip on her and let her return to the correct life fate had lined them up for. Suddenly, without any warning something changed for Harry, something that was unexpected and that would alter the course of history forever. His grip that had begun to loosen its hold on her waist suddenly tightened again. She looked up at him in surprise. Her lips parted in a question, but before she had time to ask it, Harry acted. Without thought or care for the consequences, he brought his face down to hers and kissed her lips hard. Hermione reacted a few seconds later and with a passion she didn't know she possessed she returned the kiss….hard, very hard. She brushed her tongue against his lips and he instinctively opened them. She darted her tongue deep into his mouth and relished the feeling of their two tongues wrapping themselves around each other.

Hermione knew that Harry would stop at kissing, he was too dam noble, but she wanted - needed more and she knew that if THIS moment passed then time would move back to the correct tracks. She had to take action and she was never more certain of anything in her life as she was now. This was the time to act, so even though she was still passionately kissing him she moved them slowly backward to the small bed in the corner. When they got to the foot of the bed, she pushed him backwards and he landed on the bed with a thump. He looked up at her in shock. She smiled at him and practically ripped off her blouse. She hadn't put on a bra that evening, and so she was stood over him naked from the waist up. Harry looked up at Hermione, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her breasts were larger than he thought but were very pert and her nipples were erect. She had the most lustful look in her eyes, her chocolate brown eyes, turned smoky with the thoughts she was having. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head and stood for a few seconds over him before she lay down of top of him and captured his lips once more.

Deep in the forest, unheard by any living soul, the creature screamed in pain and anger. This was not how it was supposed to be! She belonged to him, and HE would be left in a loveless marriage. This was how things were supposed to happen, it was all planned. Nearly seven years of work had led up to this moment. Well if it wasn't going to be, then it would just have to make sure that he got the quick fix. The creature summoned a large black ugly knife and slowly moved back towards the tent. There would be food tonight, not the long trickle of emotion it had wanted, but a vast feast all in one go. Ronald Weasley was coming home to eat.

Harry was in rapture. He had found his way down to Hermione's breast and was currently teasing her nipple with his tongue, whilst his other hand was gently fondling her other breast. Hermione was moaning in ecstasy as she kissed along his neck and jaw line. She had never felt feeling like this before and was loving every moment of it. After a while her hands found his waistband on his jeans and she clumsily managed to open the top of them. She managed to shuffle the tops of his jeans down and gently put her hand into his boxer to hold him. She gently moved her hands and was even more aroused by the moans that Harry was now making. She gently managed to disentangle herself from him and with a smile she moved closer to his abdomen kissing her way down as she went. Whilst she had never been with a man before she had read all about sex, as a good student should. She gently brought her head further down, pleased as she felt Harry stiffened in pleasure at this and grabbed her head in his hands; he moaned her name in a whisper. Feeling his reaction gave Hermione more courage and she became bolder and bolder. Harry was practically pulling her hair out, but this made her even more passionate. After a while she felt Harry's body stiffen, "Hermione, I'm going to... you'd better stop."

Hermione shook her head and Harry groaned loudly. Soon however Harry was laid back with an odd dreamy smile on his face and he gently massaged her hair. Hermione felt immensely pleased with herself for been able to bring such pleasure to her secret love. she laid contentedly with her head resting on his naked stomach. After a little while however, Harry decided that it was Hermione's time for some pleasure and he suddenly Hermione found herself flipped over onto her back. Harry started to kiss her neck and shoulders, and slowly began to move down to her breasts. He lingered here for a while before moving down to her stomach. He swirled his tongue around her belly button making her giggle at the sensation. His hands moved to the top of her jeans but before he unfastened them he looked up at Hermione with an unspoken question in them. She nodded her approval, and he slowly removed her jeans. She was laid completely naked apart from a small pair of white knickers, and harry began to kiss the tops of her thighs, slowly tracing kisses along the line of her underwear.

"Harry please!" Hermione begged, and Harry smiled at her. He very gently removed her knickers to expose the soft mound of her brown curls. Repositioning himself between her, he gently spread her legs and began once more to kiss her thighs, each time getting closer and closer to his ultimate goal. Hermione was loving the sensations but was getting more and more frustrated with him, but she didn't have much longer to wait as he began to kiss her in the place she had never been kissed before. Harry ran his tongue up and down her, relishing in the taste of her. He continued in such a fashion for a few minutes until he felt Hermione to grab his head with her hands and moan loudly. Taking this as good sign he began to tease her with his tongue more quickly, darting his tongue all around her most intimate parts. He gently slid a couple of fingers into her depths and could feel her getting close to her climax. With a sudden shudder, she shouted his name and arched her back in pleasure, as she hit her climax. Harry however wasn't finished and after a short pause, he carried on with his ministrations, bringing her to a quick second climax.

"Sweet Merlin Harry, I love you so much and I love what you are doing to me, but…."

Harry's head suddenly popped up to look at her, "You love me?"

She smiled down at him , "Off course I love you, I've loved you for years now. You don't think that I'd let a man I didn't love do what you just did to me do you?"

Harry grinned and shook his head.

"Anyway as I was saying, as much as I love what you are doing, if you don't make love to me now I'm going to go nuts."

"Are you sure? I heard it can hurt a woman for the first time, and I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't worry my love, I know for a fact you won't hurt me"

Harry looked at her a little oddly, and a little hurt by this. Hermione quickly realized what he was thinking.

"Don't worry about that, You are my first, but you don't get to be a seventeen year old girl without experimenting a little, and Muggles make a wonderful item that runs off batteries."

"What?"

"Don't worry, I'll show you later, now stop talking and make love to me!"

Harry grinned, and positioned himself between her legs. He was by now hard again and placed himself at the entrance of her, but before going any further he suddenly thought of something.

"Mione, don't you need to cast a spell?"

"Bugger! Pass me my wand." Harry passed the wand to her, and she cast the contraception spell over her womb.

"Now Harry, I need you now" she whispered in a husky voice, throwing her wand away in careless abandon.

Harry gently but firmly entered her, loving the feel of her warm folds, wrapping herself around him. He buried himself in her until he was up to the hilt, and looked at her. She was biting her bottom lip in pleasure and he gently eased out and back in. Quickly he built up a slow rhythm, all the while holding himself above her, the years of Quidditch training finally paying off for something. He moved down to kiss her, and she opened her mouth to him. Hermione could taste herself on him and this drove her wild.

"Harder Harry, Harder!"

Harry, not one to dis-obey such delightful orders, carried out her instructions, and soon he was moving as fast as he dared. Hermione had wrapped her legs around his, her feet almost touching his bum. He could feel himself coming close to his climax, but wanted to hold off for her. However Hermione was close too and she suddenly raked her fingers down his back, her nails drawing blood. This made him hiss in pain and pleasure, arching his back and forcing himself deeper into her. This was too much for either of them, and they both climaxed at the same time. She screamed his name, and her eyes rolled back into her head. She stopped breathing, and one hand gripped the bed cloths so hard that they ripped. The other hand was spasming uncontrollably, hitting Harry on the side. With a sudden rush of breath, she opened her eyes and screamed once more.

"DEAR GOD! FUCK!"

Harry was still arching his back, slightly alarmed by the power of his lovers climax, but when she smiled up at him he gently lowered himself to kiss her slowly. Pulling himself out of her, he lay next to her and took her in his arms.

"Don't you dare go to sleep; I want to do that again very soon." Hermione warned. Harry smirked back at her, shocked at the change in her usual serious demeanour.

"Hermione, I wasn't going to sleep, at least not yet. That's was awesome, and I need to tell you that I love you as well. I have since we first met all those years ago."

Tears filled her eyes as she heard him say this to her. He loved her. In all of her wildest dreams this was more than she could have asked for. She once more claimed his mouth with hers and kissed him with renewed passion. As they kissed they both felt a cool wind hit them and they were suddenly aware that they were no longer alone. They both whipped round to look at the tent entrance and were shocked to see Ron stood there with a cruel looking black knife in his hand. He had a sneer on his face and his expression was one of extreme hate. What was the most horrifying were his eyes. They were totally black, not a hint of white was seen.

"Well look at what we have here, a bastard and a slut. You were meant to be mine and you were meant for my slut of a 'sister'. I worked for years to achieve this and you two have ruined it for me. I could have fed on your resentment and missed love for decades but you had to go and ruin my plans.

"Ron mate!, what are you talking about?" Harry asked in horror.

"Ron? Ha! that idiotic wimp. I'm sorry but Ron doesn't live here anymore. He died seven years ago before he even met you two, when I took over his body. Oh he fought, and he fought hard but in the end I won. I always do and his fear tasted delicious. But I was so hungry, and you two were going to feed me for years. Oh well, I guess I will just have to have one big meal today."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the thing that looked like Ron, swept across the room and before Harry could react, he found the cold black blade stuck in his stomach, the tip pointing up towards his heart. He gasped in sudden pain and shock as all the strength left him. He was dimly aware of Hermione screaming as he looked into the black eyes in front of him. With a laugh the creature threw Harry off the blade and across the room. Harry landed in a heap on the floor, blood pooling quickly around him. The creature then turned to the now hysterical Hermione and bodily lifted her by her throat.

"Well don't you squeal like an old sow, and you know what we all do with sows don't you. We gut them!"

And with no warning he drew the still bloody knife and slit it across her throat. The blood spurted from her neck and bathed him in it. With a laugh, he threw her over to the nearly unconscious Harry.

"Here you go, say goodbye to your girlfriend."

Harry managed to crawl to her, but when he got to her he could see it was too late, her eyes were wide open in terror, but glassy and unseeing.

"No! Hermione please no!"

"Too late Harry! And you will be joining her within a few seconds. Your fear and terror were so tasty."

The thing that looked like his best friend walked over to the pair and spat on them. "See you…oh no, you're dead. Bye-bye!" and it walked out of the tent humming a happy tune to itself.

Harry had managed to hold Hermione head and as his vision started to darken; his last conscious thought was how much he loved the dead girl in his arms.

As the two bodies lay in the increasing circle of blood, a blood curdling scream could be heard and a black mist rose from the scar on Harry's forehead.