Animus Mansion
The morning after Harry's kidnap
She's numb. The girls just fell asleep again and she's in her room, looking at the floor, trying to understand. She keeps reaching for Harry, but there's nothing there anymore. It's like he's gone. It can't be. It just can't.
She didn't stop crying since she got back from the location with Draco. She's aware the sun rose a few hours ago, but she doesn't care. She keeps seeing his face, feeling the warmth of his body near her. And now they took him. She hasn't gone to the Ministry yet because she was worried about the girls and now that they're safe she finds herself unable to move. She's in shock. She feels lost. She feels incomplete. It's the first time in more than ten years that their little connection feels wrong and off and it hurts her. It hurts that she doesn't know where he is, that she doesn't know what to do or even where to start looking. It kills her that their daughters are afraid, that they keep asking where their father is and Hermione can't give them an answer.
She doesn't notice Jack is there until he touches her shoulder, calling her. She raises her eyes to him and a strong impulse to distance herself from him takes over her. But she just sighs, brushing away a few tears. He doesn't sit by her side. He stands there and starts talking.
"The explosion destroyed everything that was inside the house. We don't even know if there was something there but…" He shrugs. "I formed a team to take over the investigation while we rest for a while. Malfoy will lead the investigation and Chang wants to help." Hermione makes a face at the mention of Cho's name. "Are the girls alright?" He asks and Hermione looks at him again and she's sure when she stares into his eyes.
He changed the wards around the Burrow. He put everyone in danger just to give them a chance to seize Harry. He probably knows where he is. She blinks. "They're sleeping." It's all she says. Jack nods.
"We'll find him, Hermione." His voice is tense. She just tilts her head to the side, analyzing him.
"You know… it bothers me. How do you think they were able to get inside the Burrow?" Her voice is monotonous, she has no strength for this. Jack purses his lips. It really was him. She feels disgusted by his presence in her house, in her room… near her daughters.
"I'll investigate this myself later today." She scoffs and he narrows his eyes at her. "What?"
"I think you don't need to investigate, right? Since you already know the answer."
He kneels in front of her and takes her hands, her first reflex is to get up and put some distance between them. But he holds her in place using an excessive amount of force. He's hurting her hands with his firm grip. "You forgot your ring at the Burrow, dear. But you're so lucky I was able to retrieve it." He forces the engagement ring on her finger. She tries again pushing him away, but he resists and when he talks again his voice is menacing. "Don't even think about it, Hermione." She stops struggling. Her heart is beating fast from fear, the numbness she was feeling going away, giving place to pure terror and a rush of adrenaline. She has no idea where she left her wand and she knows there's no way someone is coming to help her, because why would they? Jack is my fiance after all. She wants to scream at the irony of it. "Now, you listen to me." It's like he's another person. "I'll let you say to your friends that you called off the wedding because I'm sure they suspect me. Specially Malfoy and his annoying wife." He sneers, pulling the ring of her finger. "But, of course they won't be able to prove it, so… in a week we can get back together." He tries kissing her but she turns away from him. "Now… don't do that." He forces her face and kisses her. She doesn't open her mouth and he insists so she bites down hard on his lips, drawing blood. Jack curses and gets up, putting some distance between them.
She gets up fast, wandlessly summoning her own wand, but Jack is fast, he grabs her arms and throws her across the room. It hurts when she hits the floor. Jack points his wand at her, his eyes crazy and murderous. She watches him, stunned, waiting for a curse to hit her, but he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that, dear." He tries embracing her and she gets up fast, taking many steps away from him. Her wand finally comes to her hand and she raises it in his direction. "Look, let's forget about this. Let's just live our lives! Together!"
"I don't want to see you ever again! You disgust me."
"You hurt me with your words, darling. But I know you don't mean them. Look, I have to go, I'll be back in a week…"
"What makes you think I'll ever accept anything like this? Are you mad?" She wants to scream but she doesn't because of Lily and Laura sleeping two doors away from her room. "Tomorrow you'll be in Azkaban!" She's practically hissing.
He laughs. A chilling laugh. "If you want to see your precious Harry again I think you need to reconsider it, dear." She freezes. "We'll talk in a week." And he's gone.
Animus Mansion
Present
She's watching him closely. He's sitting by her side now, his eyes staring at the floor and his fisted hands beneath his chin, his elbows on his knees. She waits. He closes his eyes and she sees his jaw is tense.
"Say something." She can't wait anymore. He sighs.
"What do you want me to say?" Harry is livid. "I'm trying my best not to murder him right now." She knows he's only saying that, but he looks dead serious.
"Harry-"
"Merlin, Hermione!" He takes her face into his hands and she notices he's crying. She kisses his tears away.
"I'm fine. And I can handle the situation. I did handle it."
"By getting back together with him? By having a relationship with him?" His face shows all his discomfort. She knows what he means with these words. "He's probably the wicked one! What are you thinking?"
She shakes her head, she knew he would react like this, that's why she was so reticent about telling him. She sighs. "Harry, he threatened to kill you and I couldn't reach you! The week we were separated I used every influence I had at the Ministry to try to find you but it all led to nothing. Jack was the only one with the answers, I needed him. I thought a lot about what happened and decided that the best thing to do was to stay close to him." She lowers her eyes. "When he came back I pretended things were fine, if he thought I believed him, if he thought I really loved him I had a chance on finding you or even getting closer to the enemy. And I couldn't tell anyone, no one could give away nothing or he would know I was investigating him." Harry is shaking his head, furious. "So, I erased his memory of that moment. He couldn't know that I knew exactly who he is, I had to make him believe that nothing had changed. I play the part and he's buying it."
"I wish you didn't." He says between teeth, exasperating her.
"I barely let him touch me." Harry huffs, angry. He looks away from her. She touches his arm and is relieved that he doesn't pull away. She waits for his anger to go away. There's nothing she can do right now, these are the facts…
"This is too dangerous." He finally says, his voice thin, cracking. "You don't need to do this. We can find another way together." He looks at her, his eyes pleading her. He touches her forehead with his and kisses her gently. "Love, please." She can feel a few tears escaping her eyes.
She shakes her head. Jack would never allow Harry to get close to him. She's their best chance. "It's the only way, Harry. If Jack is not the wicked one, he will lead us to him, I'm sure of it." He holds her and she feels safe in his arms. "With you here it will be easier to deal with this." She runs her hands down his back.
"But our connection is off… something is wrong. What if I can't get to you fast enough? What if he hurts you?"
She doesn't answer and they kiss for a long time. Kisses that got lost in the distance they put between them years ago, kisses that were meant to be given everyday, kisses that carry longing and love, kisses that can connect two people in the most intimate way. Kisses that say everything without words.
"Don't think I'm letting this go just because you're kissing me senseless." He says to her between kisses. She smiles.
"And don't you think I'm forgetting everything you need to tell me."
She senses him freezing a little in her arms, so she leans back and watches him. Harry sighs. "I'll tell you." He runs his hand through his hair. Her own hand is caressing his face. A fool in love. She's very aware that she's admiring him. Taking in his features. He notices it and smiles at her, bringing her closer to him, she's almost on his lap, but apparently that's not enough for him. "Aren't you a little uncomfortable in this position?" His eyes are innocent, but she knows best.
"We need to talk, Harry." He throws his head back, exhaling.
"Fine." He mumbles. "But I am uncomfortable, so…" He gets up with her in his arms and she slaps his shoulder. Harry sits again on the bed but now leaning back on the headboard, Hermione in his arms settled on his lap. "Hum, much better." He nuzzles her neck, giving her goosebumps. She kisses him again. I'll never get tired of this. He pulls her closer, as if is possible. He kisses her cheek one more time before he starts talking: "I'm trying to find a way to pull us out of this mess of prophecy. The Agents were the ones that took me six months ago, I was their captive for a whole month." He lowers his eyes and she tightens her arms around his neck. "Then, an old friend found and saved me." He smiles a little and she waits for him to continue. "Marga. About five years ago I heard about her on a mission and I was curious about the kind of training she believed." He shrugs. "I mean, it couldn't hurt, right? So, I went with Draco to train with her for a week. It was surreal and very demanding, but nothing compared to what she put me through recently…"
He stops and she asks, "So, you were with Marga for the last five months?" Her voice comes out a little loud.
"Yes, and I know you're asking in your head why it took me so long to get back to you… I made a deal with Marga." He looks into her eyes. "At first I was too weak to come back… they really almost killed me." She starts caressing his hair, her nails scraping lightly on his scalp. She knows it soothes him. He squeezes her waist in return, thanking the gesture. "It took me a month to gain my strength back and-" He stops, his eyes afraid.
"Tell me, Harry." He sighs and she shakes her head. "You chose to stay there, right?"
He closes his eyes and says the next phrase without looking at her. "Yes. She wanted something from me and promised to help us if I stayed there and trained with her."
"How is she going to help us?"
"She's the big boss of the Believers." Hermione widens her eyes.
"I thought the Agents and-"
"Yeah, I was confused at first too, but they're not the same. Marga explained everything to me. The Believers' intentions are good-"
"You truly believe that?"
Harry groans. "It's our best shot. And she took care of me, she trained me, made me stronger… I don't think she would do that if she wanted to kill us or anything like that."
"Yeah, but, why?" He narrows his eyes at her question. "Why make you stronger, Harry? What she wanted from you?"
He avoids her eyes and it's the first time in the night that she feels that he's about to lie to her. It pisses her off. Hermione gets up from his lap and starts pacing in front of the bed, the exhaustion she was feeling earlier coming back to her. I need to sleep. Harry doesn't say anything and she starts undressing, getting ready to bed. She has her back to him but she's very aware that he's watching her and it brings back memories. He used to do it all the time when they lived together. When she takes off her bra she can sense his strong body standing behind her.
"Do you-" His voice is hoarse and it arouses her immediately. She's not sure what he's thinking… she would like very much to make love to him, however-
"I need to sleep. I'm very tired, Harry, it's been a really long day and-"
He softly kisses her cheek, his body close to hers, but he doesn't touch her. "Can I stay?" He keeps kissing her neck and cheek. Feather-like kisses. She closes her eyes. Yes, please, stay forever. The proximity is intoxicating.
She shakes her head, her nipples betraying her attempt of looking unaffected by his kisses. "It's not safe." And when she says it she realizes it really isn't. We must be mad. She puts on her nightgown and turns to him after covering herself. His eyes are staring at her with a deep, dark green shade. "The note from earlier… and Jack." She exhales. "You need to go." She walks to her bedroom window. The night is dark and everything around the house is quiet. "He can apparate inside whenever he wants, Harry. He's not supposed to show up tonight, but I can't be sure."
She sees his jaw clenching and his eyes narrowing. "You're right. Do you think he saw us downstairs?"
"I don't know. But I don't think so. There was no reason for him to be outside watching, he would have caught us in the middle of the foyer." She shivers, the thought giving her chills. Not good ones. "I'll examine the note tomorrow." Harry nods. "And we need to finish our conversation." She crosses her arms over her chest and Harry puts his hands inside his pockets. "But I'm afraid my brain isn't functioning the way it should anymore." Harry chuckles.
"Yeah, mine too." He goes to her and holds her by the waist. "I'll tell you everything." He kisses her and she loses herself in him. He then takes a step back, a smirk on his face. She looks at him while nibbling the flesh of her right thumb, a provocative look on her face. Before he can apparate away, she calls to him.
"And Harry," he raises his eyebrows. "Thank you for that amazing orgasm." His smirk widens and he bows a little.
"My pleasure."
In a blink he's gone.
Hermione's smile only disappear several minutes later when her eyes close and she dreams of them.
Marga's House
Four months ago
"Wake up, sleeping beauty!" Marga screams by his side. Harry jerks awake totally alert, his hand ahead of his body, ready to try some spell to protect himself. Marga laughs. "Good, good. I have something for you today, Potter. Come to the beach when you finish eating."
Harry grunts, agreeing. The sun is not even up yet. He brushes his eyes with his hands, trying to get rid of his dreams and sleepiness. He was dreaming about Hermione. Like an angel she came to him from heaven, embracing and kissing him, saying everything was fine. He really hopes so… Marga avoids telling him what's happening with his family because she says it would distract him. But she guarantees everyone's fine. And he has no choice other than believe her.
Marga is under her big umbrella, sitting on a chair, watching the ocean. Harry sits by her side, he's used to sporting only a shorts on the island and he is even getting friendlier with the never ending sun. It never rains. Which is a little strange, giving the heat.
"You're lucky it's not raining." She says. He's used to her reading his mind or whatever it is that she does that can guess what he's thinking. "Because when it starts it takes a whole month to stop." Marga looks at the sky. "I think it's time for you to have a partner, Potter."
Harry is intrigued by her words. "But no one knows I'm here. No one can know, Marga."
"Don't worry about it." She raises her hand and points to an approaching blur in the sky. "Here she is." Harry squints, trying to figure out exactly what Marga means by 'she'.
"It's a bird." He says. Marga laughs loudly.
"Oh, Potter. Please, tell that to her face."
Harry frowns. Has Marga lost her mind? He watches the bird coming closer and realizes how big it is. And that it's holding something… a wand. His brain is a little slow processing the fact and in a wild turn he imagines the bird using the wand and uttering spells. Marga turns her head to him. "Did you leave your brain on the bed?"
He closes his eyes, images of his dream with Hermione fill his mind. He shakes his head and when he opens his eyes again, the bird - an enormous white eagle - lands in front of them. Harry is taken aback by its beauty at first. The animal has a majestic aura, powerful and strong. He immediately likes the eagle. He wants to brush his fingers against its beautiful feathers, but he stops himself, blinking.
"Potter, this is Athena. She'll be your partner from now on. Athena is highly intelligent and has way more training than you do." Marga looks at him sideways. "With time you'll learn to communicate with her and I hope she's scarier than I am to you, because you really need to improve your abilities… and fast."
The eagle extends its talon. Harry recognizes his wand. "She was able to find your wand, so I think you should thank her properly and get ready for your exercises. We'll start in ten minutes." Marga gets up and for a woman that is probably 150 years old she walks fast back to the house.
Harry narrows his eyes at the eagle. "So, I'm Harry." He feels a little awkward. "Hum… thank you for getting my wand back." He's not sure of what to do next. The eagle is observing him and Harry notices how its eyes are deep and full of wisdom. He extends his hand to grab his wand and the eagle opens its wings and screeches. Harry stops. "Hum, thank you very much?" He tries again and this time the eagle's intimidating beak comes down to his hand with its full force. Harry screams, the pain is blinding.
"Bloodyheeeeeeeeeeeeell!" The eagle screeches again. "Sorry, sorry." He's not sure why he's the one apologizing. His hand is bleeding. "Shit!" Marga taught him a very effective healing spell but he failed every time he tried to perform it without a wand. He glances at the eagle. It's like she did it on purpose. And he's probably right. He concentrates on the incantation, his hand is shaking and he's rethinking if he likes the eagle or not. Athena flaps her wings in his direction and sand flies to his face and eyes, but the worst is when it touches the open wound on his hand. He presses his lips together to avoid the curse he wants to scream to the bird. Focus, focus. Gritting his teeth he mumbles the spell before the pain can knock him out.
When he opens his eyes, the menacing beak is right above his head and he controls himself not to move. Standing behind the eagle, Marga is smiling at him. "Well done, Potter. I knew Athena would be a big help."
He blinks and raises his hand to the level of his eyes, it's perfect, like nothing ever happened. He smiles, proud of himself. "Can I have my wand back now?" He asks looking sideways to Athena. She screeches and flies away. "I guess not."
"I think she'll discipline you just fine." Marga says. "Come on, enough of napping, we have a lot to do."
Ministry of Magic
He regrets immensely what he promised Cho the day before when he ditched a lunch with her to spend the whole day by her side, investigating. But he knows that's not all she wants. She keeps giving him a look he knows very well and every time she does it he feels the need to put more distance between them. If it wasn't for his amazing encounter with Hermione the night before he's sure he would be way more crankier.
He's not in a good mood. He wanted to stay with Hermione, he wanted to sleep by her side, take her in his arms. Harry doesn't care about the prophecy at the moment, all he wants is to finally be happy, to finally love Hermione without fear or restrains, because he knows they will find an answer to all of this together. And the girls are safe in Hogwarts… at least for now. He wishes he had insisted more in telling her to give up on this crazy investigation she's doing on her own with Jack. He raises his eyes from his table, from where he is, he can see Jack's office and all he wants is to storm inside and beat the shit out of the man. Knowing that Hermione is still engaged not because she loves him gives Harry a little peace of mind, however…
Just to imagine Jack touching her and kissing her, and- it makes Harry sick to his stomach. And then there's the undeniable fact that someone saw them yesterday, someone that will certainly threaten to expose them. It was written in blood. That's something that worries him. He doesn't think it's someone that just wants to profit with a gossip…
"Are you listening, Harry?" Cho asks him.
Draco is there also, all their desks near each other. Harry looks at her, finally averting his eyes from the Head's office.
"I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
"Nothing useful," Draco cuts in, "she just wants to know where you want to have lunch. And I'm sure I'm not invited, right, Chang?" Draco doesn't even lift his eyes from the document he's reading. Harry suppress his urge to laugh at the face of pure disgust that Cho makes.
"So, Harry," She turns to him. "Where?"
He wants to spend lunch hour inside Hermione's office, kissing her if possible. He wants to end their conversation, he wants to-
He's about to ditch Cho again when he sees Hermione entering the Auror's floor. She's not even aware of how stunning she is. Her hair is up in a bun, she's wearing an open cape, exposing a simple black dress. She's in high heels and holding a file. And Harry is sure that she doesn't notice all the males in the place staring at her as she walks right in the middle of them. He feels himself smiling, sure that she's coming to talk to him, but when she barely glances in his direction and goes straight to Jack's door his smile is immediately wiped away. She doesn't knock. She just goes inside as if it's her office. He feels a blind anger taking over him. A voice very much like Marga's says inside his head 'what did you expected, Potter?'
He takes a deep breath and tells Cho the first restaurant he can think of. She smiles brightly. And for the next half hour he tries not to glance at Jack's office. When they leave for lunch, Hermione still hasn't come out of there and Harry tries his best to push away the crazy jealousy that is taking over him. But it's not just that… he's worried. What if it was him yesterday? What if he hurts her? His mind can't let go of these thoughts, so is an understatement to say that his lunch with Cho was terrible. He can't even tell what they talked about if his life depended on it.
When they return to the department the door to Jack's office is open. Harry tries to be nonchalant about it but he can see that she's still inside. She's sitting on the large couch, one leg crossed over the other, her face a mask of concern, she's bitting her bottom lip as she reads a file. Jack's not inside. Harry turns his head and sees that his superior is finishing talking with Draco. He gives Harry a nasty look as he goes back to his office. Hermione lifts her head to Jack when he enters and she briefly glances at Harry outside. He breathes relieved. By the way she's looking at him, her conversation with Jack has nothing to do with what happened yesterday, however, she seems angry. Very angry.
"Head Auror wants to talk to us inside." Draco says to him and Cho. His friend doesn't seem happy about it and Harry is sure that he won't be either. He can tell that Hermione's angry look has something to do with what he's about to hear inside the office.
Cho knocks and Jack allows them in. Hermione is there, her face giving nothing away, but Jack has a sideway smile that immediately annoys Harry.
"So," Jack begins, "I have some news for you. Auror Malfoy has been heading the investigation of your kidnap, Auror Potter, since it happened, but everything he found out was a dead end. However, I was doing some digging on my own and found something very interesting with the help of someone that I think you might know, Auror Potter."
As if on cue a knock on the door announces another person. Harry can't believe when he turns around to look at said person. It's Daisy. The Daisy he used to date back in New York. He hears Hermione clearing her throat and he wishes more than anything that their connection could tell him what she's feeling.
"Harry." Daisy says. And to his surprise she hugs him. He returns the hug since it seems sincere. She kisses his cheek. "I'm glad you're fine."
"Daisy, what-"
Jack cuts him. "Auror Nonie is here to help us. She has conclusive proof that might lead us to the place that you were held Auror Potter, thus leading us to your capturers."
Daisy releases him and acknowledges everyone else in the room, her eyes lingering on Hermione. She then starts talking, "It's far away from here and we might need weeks to finally find it, even more to be sure about it."
"That's why I called you all here." Jack continues, "I'm sending you to the location. It will be an official mission and-"
"Sir," Draco interrupts Jack. The Head Auror looks at him with anger. "I have a new born baby at my house, I would like to be excused from this mission-"
"No." Jack squints at Draco. "You're the head of this investigation, Auror Malfoy, and this is not open for debate. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Harry knows Draco wants to hex Jack.
"Potter, Chang, Nonie and Malfoy you're leaving in two days."
"Where are we going?" Harry asks. His voice strained.
"To an island." Harry's heart starts beating faster. "In the middle of the Pacific. Who knows what you might find there, right?"
Asshole. He knows. He's sure the island is Marga's. Harry looks at Daisy. What's her involvement in this?
"Sir," Cho says, "Why is Granger here?"
Hermione snorts and gets up. "Well, Auror Chang, I'm here because these kind of missions have to go through me."
"Since when?" Harry can't believe Cho's audacity. If she knew she is talking like this to the Minister… Harry wants to laugh at the thought.
"Since now." Hermione answers.
Jack is watching the conversation. "It's a new policy, Auror Chang." He says. "Minister Shacklebolt wants to be more involved with the Auror Department and Hermione is here to oversee things."
Hermione looks at Harry. "There's no irregularities on the mission, so you're all good to go as soon as Head Auror wants." She turns to Jack. "I'm getting back to my office, I have a lot to do."
Harry sees that she's ready to leave the room, she even takes a step towards the door, but Jack goes to her and kisses her. Harry wished he could act normal, but the way Jack smiles directly at him is proof enough that he must be fuming. Hermione is already gone when Jack continues. "Tomorrow I'll give you all the details. You're dismissed for now."
Potter Manor
He's meeting with Draco and Ginny later at their house, but first he wanted to go home to take a shower, to clear his mind, to write to his daughters. To try to peel off of his skin the ominous feeling he has regarding the mission. He's angry with everything. Hermione avoided him the rest of the day and that drove him crazy. He tried going into her office when people started leaving the Ministry, but her assistant said she had to leave early. And indeed she wasn't there. Draco is pissed with her. The same way he thinks Ginny will be. They don't know about the real reason why she's with Jack and there's nothing Harry can say to mend the situation. It's her choice.
He enters his room and stops dead on his tracks. Hermione is there. She hasn't seen him yet, so he leans on the threshold and watches her. She's on his favorite chair near the window. Hermione is watching the sky and unconsciously turning her engagement ring in a frenetic rhythm with her thumb. She's wearing her black dress. But no cloak anymore. He could watch her all night.
"I know you're there." She says softly after a while, but she doesn't turn to him, she just closes her eyes. Harry smiles and starts taking off his uniform. Since she was fine being naked around me yesterday, I shouldn't mind, right? She doesn't turn to look at him yet. "Draco must hate me."
Harry agrees with his head even if she can't see him. She's not asking, just stating the obvious. He takes off his boots and when he starts unbuckling his belt she finally looks at him. Her serious expression changes immediately. "Oh, I'm sorry." He says and he kinda of is… he knows she wants to talk about what happened at the Ministry and he was anxious to see her, talk to her, kiss her, but- "I really need a shower." He pushes his pants down and is left only in his boxers.
Hermione gets up and he watches carefully as she takes off her diamond ring and sets it on his nightstand. He raises his eyebrows. She lifts her eyes to him and says, "Good. I need a shower too." His eyes widen with shock. Is she serious? He realizes she is when she gives him her back, "Can you unzip me?" His mouth goes dry and his heart beats fast. He's not even crazy to question or deny her request. All the anger and jealousy from earlier long forgotten in her presence.
He stops right behind her. She's breathing heavy, with anticipation. His fingers are firm against the zipper and he opens it with a smooth movement. Immediately he's kissing her back, her nape, his hands taking off her dress. She helps him and he almost loses it when he notices she's not wearing any underwear. When the dress hits the floor everything happens fast and slow at the same time. She turns in his arms and they start kissing with a ferocity that is intensified by the way their naked bodies are touching each other's after so long. Harry flinches a little when she touches the scars on his back, but she doesn't stop there. Hermione run her hands all over his body. And when her hands go to his abdomen he contracts his muscles involuntarily. It's fire. He's already hard, his eyes search hers and never leaving his gaze she starts pulling his boxer down.
He might faint from the pleasure of her delicate hands stroking him. He's afraid he might be dreaming, so he gives her a little kiss… asking. She nods. A smile on her lips. She mouths to him 'I love you' and he says her words back to her. For a moment their desire is cast aside. They kiss tenderly, sweetly, lovingly. He kisses her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her forehead. She hugs him, embracing his neck. They don't talk, don't move. It's them. They know each other from the inside out. Harry can say that he recognizes his own soul in hers. She's his everything, his half, his whole. We were made for each other.
And, just like it came, the tender moment is gone. She pulls his hair hard, her eyes on fire. "I need you. I want you, now." His wandering hands tug her thighs and brings them to his waist, she locks them on his back and he walks to the bed, their shower completely forgotten. He lays them on the bed and she nibbles his earlobe, her voice husky "Make love to me, Harry."
He understands her need, it's the same as his, but he can't stop himself from just admiring her, from just kissing her and traveling her body with his hands. Feeling her soft skin, her perfect lips. He can't help kissing her breasts, sucking and nibbling at her nipples. He can't get enough of her heavy breathing, of her soft and desperate moans. He doesn't resist the urge inside him to satisfy her to a point of oblivion. He knows every inch of her. And she's already so wet for him, so ready. She keeps pulling his hair, messing with it, kissing his chest, his neck, his mouth, her legs going up and down his own, her hips trying to connect with his.
"Haaaarry." She whines and takes him in her hand, guiding him to her, her eyes almost black from desire. "Enough teasing."
He gives her a little smile and there's nothing more to be said or thought through. The moment he enters her, he's sure they both stop breathing, the sensation so familiar and so overwhelming. He feels like he could cry. She tightens her walls around him, intensifying their pleasure, taking away all their rational thoughts. The ultimate union of their bodies and souls never failed to be perfect and memorable, but it was never like this. Never this wholesome, never this consuming, never this desperate. He wants it to last forever. She's meeting his every thrust in a way that is making impossible for them to go slow, to take their time. Her smell, her voice full of pleasure saying his name, their connection, their kisses, their exploding hearts. And then her hands pushing his hips against hers harder and harder. It's all too much. The sight of their bodies joined together, the sound of their bodies joined together. Harry wants to merge with her and he can tell she's feeling the same.
"Come, love."
Just like that he knows their connection is there, alive. And she does as he says, looking deep into his eyes, her nails digging into him. Their union the only thing that really matters. His orgasm follows hers.
They hold onto each other. Both sweating and satisfied. Harry buries his head on her neck, spreading kisses across her shoulder.
"I missed us so much." She says. "This." She takes his face with her hands, forcing him to look into her eyes. And those chocolate warm eyes say so much. Her emotions and his are in sync, are there in the open. He knows how much she loves him. He closes his eyes, lost in the rightness of it. If he could he would never leave this bed.
"I guess it was inevitable since I saw you in New York." She laughs a little and nods, agreeing. In a way they knew they would end up here again. "I'm never letting you go again." He holds her tighter. She breathes heavily and kisses him. Her fingers tracing his chest and abdomen. She brushes her nails against his nipples and Harry shivers and laughs. She knows he's a little ticklish there. She smiles with him, her whole face lighting up. "You're so beautiful."
"You're very handsome yourself." She raises one eyebrow. "And very hot." She squeezes his ass laughing out loud now. He pinches her waist and she fakes outrage. "How about that shower now?"
She doesn't need to say twice. He gets up and they both immediately feel the loss of contact, the loss of their attempt of fusing together. He grabs her in his arms fast enough, taking her to the bathroom while she kisses his cheek.
They can worry about other things later.
Note: Helloooo. Well, I'm not sure yet how many chapters this fic will have... but I can sure say that we've passed the middle of it.