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CHAPTER SIX
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title: No Take Backs
rating: PG13
keywords: Harry/Hermione
category: romance, angst, humor
summary: when harry and hermione finally make that connection, what harry gets is more than what he bargained for.
a/n: this one was a bitch to write. i hated writing it. i hate this chap. jsutbecause of writing it., it's short because it was hell and i had to get out. just odn't critique my writing on this one piece, please. READ AND REVIEW!
disclaimer: it's around here somewhere...shifts some papers, looking
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The bright morning sun piltered in through the thin veil of white drapery that covered the window. The rays brought light and happioness to everything that it touched. It came in quiet as a morning fog; the same one that had come in during the early morning to cover everything in the mist. But it was gone and the sun touched Hermione's eyes softly.
She shut her eyes tightly and rolled over, hugging her pillow as she did so. She moaned loudly, throwing the covers over her head. Ah, comfort again. And then it came. As quickly as she had rolled over, she was up running out of her room and down the hallway to the bathroom.
A loud, insistent knocking came on the door and she heard Harry's voice from the other side. The room that he stayed in was right next to hers, and he must have heard her as she ran.
Harry stood on the other side of the door, knocking loudly, trying to get her to open up. Harry turned around at the feel of a heavy hand on his shoulder. He looked into the face of Jeremy.
"She'll be alright. It's just morning sickness. Michelle went through the same thing with Hermione. Come on, let's go and have some coffee."
Harry nodded and followed Jeremy downstairs to the kitchen where they both got out differnt things for a simple breakfast. Harry heard the shower start as he sat down for his coffee. A deep tension hung in the air as he sat across from Jeremy at the table.
Jeremy tried to make civil conversation with Harry to lighten things up, but it didn't work. Harry just sat across fromJeremy nervously clutching his cup of coffee for dear life. When Jeremy leaned across the table, Harry stiffened up.
"So I want the honest to God truth, Potter," Jeremy began in a rough voice. "Do you love my daughter?"
Harry cleared his throat and thought of Hermione. A smile adorned his face, answering all of Jeremy's doubts. But Harry spoke anyway.
"She means the world to me."
"Who means the world to you?" Hermione asked as she came into the kitchen with dripping wet hair. She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She went to draw away, but Harry held onto her.
"-You- mean the world to me," Harry said as he reached in to steal a kiss from her soft lips. Hermione made a soft noise in the back of her throat before pulling away and going to dig through the cabinets for something to eat.
"So, Mione, how are you this morning?" Harry asked as he came up behind her to help her reach something on the top shelf.
"I was good until I had to wake up and get sick. But that's just normal."
Harry smiled and closed the cabinet door before sitting back at the table. He yawned and wrapped his hands around his mug of coffee, letting the warmness of the mug fill his hands. He felt warm inside just sitting there at the table inside the Grangers' home. Almost normal. But then he really didn't know normal. He would never know normal because of who he was.
Hermione sat down next to him with an extra large bowl of cereal. She spooned in some sugar to the milk and began to eat, shoveling it in her mouth as quickly as she could. almsot like she had never eaten anything before in her life.
"Are you hungry?" Harry asked. Jeremy laughed from behind his morning paper on the other side of the table.
"Yes, and I think I'll have another when this one is done."
Hermione went back to eating and Harry reached over to grab a piece of the newspaper. He opened it and looked to the title of the page. It was the sports section. He scanned the pages looking for anything that he would recognize, but then he remembered that it was a muggle newspaper. He settled on a section about football, and layed paper on the table in confusion when he was done.
"I don't get it," he said in a confused voice.
"What don't you get?" Jeremy asked.
"Football. It's confusing. I mean, what's the use in running all over the field after one tiny little ball like this?"
"You have to remember that it's like quidditch in the sense that you have to chase after one tiny little ball," Hermione said as she got up to get another bowl of cereal.
"Jeez, that's a lot of food. Should you be eating that much?" Harry asked as he reached over and stole her spoon, taking a large bite of the food. She yanked the spoon out of his mouth, the metal clanking against his teeth and she began to eat again.
"I have to eat this much. Get used to it." Hermione smiled and rubbed a hand over her stomach.
"What, a congregation in the kitchen and you didn't invite me?" Michelle asked as she occupied the last empty chair at the table. She reached over and stole Hermione's spoon as well, taking a few large bites.
"What is this, a community bowl?" Hermione asked, appauled.
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Harry sat on the couch in Hermione's living room with his eyes stuck to the moving pictures on the television screen. Even though he had lived his life with the Dursleys, he had still never been given the luxury of television. Now watching television seemed to be one of his favorite past times aside from quidditch and snogging Hermione.
"You hawve to be kidding me!" Harry stood up and threw some popcorn at the screen. "You let him blow right past you, you stupid git!" Hermione stood in the doorway and laughed quietly at Harry.
Harry was watching a football game. Every since reading about it in the newpaper at breakfast earlier in the week, he had been curious. Now he was in love with it, and whenever a game was found to be on television, the world stopped and Harry was sucked in.
"Don't let him do that! If you're a professional, shouldn't you bloody well know how to play the sodding game?!" Harry was yelling loudly at the screen.
Hermione came in and braved Harry's couch scene, sitting next to him. She leaned against the arm of the couch and faced the screen. One of the teams scored a goal and Harry lept up off of the couch in a joyous dance. He turned a few circles before sitting back down and becoming engorged with the game again.
Hermione reached over to grab some popcorn at the same time as Harry. When their hands met, Harry jumped in shock, throwing his food all over the floor around them. He turned and looked at Hermione with wide eyes.
"You scared the hell out of me!" Harry yelled.
"Well, it's my job to do more than that," Hermione said seductively. She grazed a finger over Harry's bottom lip. It quivered under her touch, and she could feel his sharp intake of breath.
"Is it?" He asked.
"You know, Harry, my parents aren't going to be back from work for a while," Hermione stood up and trapped Harry's face between her hands. "We could always find ways to occupy our time." She reached down and kissed his lips softly.
In the background of the room the television was announcing the score of Harry's football team. They had won their game with just seconds left on the clock. Harry vaguely heard this announcement in the back of his mind as he was jumping up from the couch to follow Hermione up the stairs and into her room.
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"Jeremy, you should be happy for her. After all, she's in love."
Michelle pushed the door open and set her keys on the table near the entrance. She took off her rain-soaked coat and hung it on a hook. Jeremy follwed in behind, folding his umbrella and taking off his coat as well. He put his hands on Michelle's shoulders and turned her to face him.
"I know she's in love, but I still can't help but want to protect her. She's still my little girl."
Michelle rested her forehead against Jeremy's. She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. Jeremy held her face and kissed her nose. She giggled lightly.
"I love it when you're like this," Michelle siad.
"Like what?"
"Romantic. How about we go spend some -ersonal- time together?"
Jeremy smiled slyly. He let his hands drop from Michelle's hair and he practically ran up the stairs. Halfway there, he stopped and looked back over at Michelle. A curious look crossed his face and he scanned the room.
"What's wrong?" Michelle asked.
"Where -is- Hermione?" He asked. "And while I'm at that, where is Harry?"
Michelle raised her eyebrows and followed Jeremy up the stairs. They stopped just outside of Hermione's room. The door was closed which was unusual for this time of day.
Jeremy's face became very stiff as he reached up to turn the doorknob. He clenched his teeth tight as he turned. Michelle looked hisitantly up at Jeremy. She knew exactly what they would find upon opening the door. And she could do nothing more than hope that Jeremy wasn't in the mood to kill.
Jeremy looked down at Michelle and dropped his hand from the door. He bit his lip and turned his head away from her.
"I can't do it," he said hoarsely. "She's in love, and I'm not one to go and break up her relationship. Even if she is doing what we warned her not to do."
Michelle smiled and reached up to kiss her husband. She grabbed his hand and pulled him on down the hallway and into their bedroom where the door was shut and locked, and they followed the same path that Hermione and Harry had followed hours earlier.
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Hermione took a deep breath of air as she awakened from her sleep. She could smell Harry's scent radiating from everywhere. It was embedded in her hair, her bed, and all over her skin. She reached over to touch him, but all that was there was emptiness. She opened her eyes and looked around. It was dark. She had slept longer than she had meant to.
A long, loud howl was heard outside her window. She got up and wrapped her robes tightly around her body. Walking to the window was tough, as her legs were shaky and she was a little sore from her afternoon. She parted the curtains and looked out the window. There was nothing.
She looked up at the dark sky and watched what few stars she could make out through the lights of the neighborhood. But what got to her was the moon. It was a full moon. It called to her.
A hand on her back brought her out of her trance. She jumped slightly and turned around to face Harry. He was different somehow. There was a feeling that radiated from his every pore. And that feeling called to her as well.
"Harry," she said shakily. "What's different?" she asked softly, looking at his eyes. A bright flash of silver passed through them and she shivered. She had never seen Harry's eyes turn silver.
"The moon is full tonight."
Hermione touched Harry's bare shoulder and it almost burned her fingers. She pulled back from him and back up against the window. A fear raced through her body as Harry looked away from the sky and down at her robe- clad form. She let her hands drop at her side, the robe falling open to reveal her bare body.
Harry advanced two steps toward her and reached out. She closed her eyes tightly and waited for the burn. But it didn't come. Instead, she felt the most wonderful feeling she had ever felt coming from Harry's touch on her stomach. She opened her eyes and watched Harry as he knelt down to kiss her stomach, mumbling some enchantment that Hermione had never heard before.
Hermione reached down and touched Harry's head. He stood and hugged her to him tightly. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder and let his warmth cover her.
"I love you," Hermione said in a shaky voice.
"And I love you as well."
Hermione smiled into Harry's skin, kissing it softly.
"Tonight is special for us," Harry said as he pulled Hermione with him back to the bed.
"Why tonight?"
"There is no explanation. You should be able to feel it," Harry pulled the covers over the both of them after Hermione distributed her robe to the floor. "Can you feel it?"
Hermione nodded and reached out for Harry's hand. She entwined their fingers and kissed his hand softly. Harry ran his free hand along the length of her arm. They shifted positions until they were both content with happiness, and together they fell asleep.
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The slow rise and fall of her chest was a welcomed sight to Harry. With every breath she took he knew that she was alright. Having her in such close proximity was comforting to him in every way. He needed to be near her as much as he possibly could. As close to her and their child.
Their child. The one thing that was the only physical link between their souls. Harry moved the blanket that covered her body down to her waist, much to her sleepy protest of mumbles. He watched as her stomach moved up and down as she took each breath. A lump formed in Harry's throat as he looked at the small but defined hump in Hermione's stomach. He had never noticed it before now. But now that he saw it, a new proud feeling emerged from within him. A smile formed across his face as he reached out and touched the soft skin.
"It's hard to believe," Hermione said as she opened her eyes and placed her hand over his.
"Yes. I can't wait until we have him or her in our arms."
"What do you think the baby will be?"
"Hopefully a boy," Harry said. "But I wouldn't argue with a girl. Especially if she were to turn out as beautiful as you." Harry ran a finger along Hermione's jawline.
"As long as the baby is magical, I'll be fine."
"It makes me so angry to think about what Vernon said to you," Harry said with a furrowed brow. "I should go and teach him a lesson."
"You will not. I won't have you thrown into Azkaban before this child is born."
"Who said I was going to use magic? Who even said that I was going after Vernon?"
"Dudley would make a better target, wouldn't he?"
Harry laughed heartily and rolled onto his back, letting the coolness of the sheets seep into his skin. He sighed heavily and stretched his arms above his head. Hermione yawned and rolled onto her side. She clutched her pillow onto her stomach and nestled her head onto Harry's chest.
"I left some of my books back at the Dursleys. I completely forgot about them. I'm going to have to go back and get them," Harry said.
"I don't want you to go back there. You'll just get yourself into trouble."
"Oh, come on, Hermione. I'm Harry Potter. Trouble follows me wherever I go."
"You have a point, but just try to be good."
Harry smiled and kissed her cheek. He got out of bed and ignored Hermione's dirty comments about his current state of undress. Some of the comments had been fairly tempting, but even though his head told him not to go crawling back to her, his body acted differently. It was because of this that Hermione started a whole new series of comments.
"Mione, why haven't your parents said anything about me staying in here? I mean, this is the second or third time I've slept in here with you."
"I guess they know that there's nothing much we haven't done already."
"Good point. I'll see you in a bit."
Harry walked out of the room and closed the door. She heard his clunky footsteps as he walked down the hallway to the bathroom. After a while, she heard his steps as he went down the stairs, and then she heard the door open and shut as he had left.
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The door of number four Privet Drive opened and Dudley Dursley stood before Harry with a piece of cake stuck in his mouth. He looked surprised to see Harry standing before him. He swallowed his cake and gave Harry an interpretation of a death look, but it backfired and Harry's anger sent him accidently magically flying backwards into the house. Harry entered and closed the door.
Dudley was laying on the hard floor when Harry came in. The anger that flared in Harry's eyes made him almost look like a dark wizard. He stood above Dudley, waiting for him to get up.
"What do you want, Harry? You know you aren't supposed to be here." Dudley stood up and tried to regain his composure.
"I don't want anything but to beat the shit out of you. And I'm going to do it, also."
"But you can't use magic."
"I know."
Harry stared Dudkey in his fat face before punching him hard in the jaw. Dudley's head snapped to the side, the fat shaking before settling back down. Dudley reahed up and touched his face, the pain radiating throughout his skull.
"Now why'd you have to go and do that?" Dudley asked.
"Oh, that isn't the start of it. Fight back, you git."
Harry stood there with his hands at his sides, waiting for Dudley to take a punch. And when Dudley did, Harry stepped out of the way. Dudley plunged his fist into the wall, leaving a large dent and partial hole.
Dudley charged at Harry, cursing and trying his best to hit him. Harry landded a good punch square into Dudley's stomach, sending him backwards onto the floor again. Dudley struggled to breathe, the air having been knocked out of him from the kick. Harry went and stood over him again, looking down at the blubbering mass of fat.
He laughed and was about to step on him before Dudley grabbed his ankle and tripped him. Harry's head hit the floor hard, the sound audible, echoing off of the walls in the large hallway. Dudley stood up and leaned over Harry. He laughed and landed a good punch into Harry's stomach. Harry tried his bes to suck air into his deprived lungs.
"That'sll teach you to mess with a Dursley." dudley walked off, his hand at his cheek, leaving Harry stunned in the middle of the hallway.
"Oh no it doesn't." Harry stood up and ran at Dudley, jumping and kicking him in the back before he knew what had hit him. Dudley yelled loudly at the feeling of several of his vertebrae popping loudly. Dudley adjusted his shoulders, the pain now coming from that area as well. He turned around to face Harry.
"Is this about that letter from your whore?"
Harry's eyes turned a glowing red to match his anger. Dudley flinched, knowing that he had said the wrong thing. he began to run as fast as he could up the stairs. Dudley began to run into his bedroom at the end of the hall. Harry followed slowly behind.
A feelign came over Harry as he began to stealthily walk up the staircase. He began to feel the mind and the moon. He felt the forest mist, and all at once Harry saw the world through differnt eyes. As quickly as it came, it was gone and Harry smiled an evil smile. He began to advance more quickly toward Dudley's room.
Harry stood outside the door and rapped lightly on the wood. Dudley yelled that he was going to call the authorities, but that didn't bother Harry. Instead, he knocked lightly again. Dudley yelled something about Harry going home to his slut, and Harry could feel the red passing behind his eyes.
Harry knocked once more, and Dudley came to the door, yanking it open. It happened so fast that neither Harry or Dudley knew what was happening. Harry jumped onto Dudley with all of his being. He didn't feel like himself. And judging by the expresion on Dudley's face, he wasn't himself. But then there was that noise that had haunted his dreams.
That growling sound. And it was coming from him.
Harry looked down at Dudley. Dudley's face and upper body was scratched up pretty bad and blood was getting everywhere. Harry then realized that he had paws. And claws. And he was furry.
He was a wolf.
Harry had gotten over the initial shock to look up just as Dudley brought the golf club down on his shoulder. And then the world went black.
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Hermione sat up in her chair and yelled. Her parents looked over at her like she was crazy. She barely gave them enough time to ask what was wrong before dragiing them out the door and into the car, yelling at them to go to the Dursleys. She knew that something had happened to Harry.
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Harry opened his eyes and looked around. He wasn't at the Dursley's, that much was for sure. The light in the room was blindingly bright, clouding his vision. A figure appeared to hover over his face and speak. She had no words and she looked like an angel. Harry gazed up at her questioningly before passing into blackness again.
"He's out again," Hermione said with a sigh.
"He'll come to eventually. Just give him some time," Michelle said.
Hermione reached up and played with a lock of Harry's hair. It had a few strands of grey in it. But not the texture of normal hair. It was too coarse feeling. Hermione let the hair go and pulled down the blankets over Harry's chest to examine his brusies again.
Harry had a massive bruise parallel to his head on his left shoudler. It was in a straight line, and Hermione assumed that it was from the golf club that had been found near Harry when they had found him on Dudley's floor.
The bruise was now a deep red color with purple coming up on the small pores. Hermione looked at Harry's stomach. He had a bruise there that wasn't as bad as his shoulder, but looked like it would be there for a while. It was about the size of the sole of a shoe.
Hermione thought about Dudley. She had broken a rule of not using magic outside of school to place a charm on Dudley so that he wouldn't remember how his body had gotten scratched up, or why there was a golf club and grey hair all over the floor. It had been a risky move, but Hermione would rather take the chances with the ministry than with the local authorities.
Harry opened his eyes again and saw the angel hovering over him. He smiled at her and tried to speak. A sharp pain that struck his entire brain made him cry out and he felt like anythign could wait, as long as the pain stopped. And it did stop.
The blackness stopped it.
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END CHAPTER SIX (thank god)
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a/n: told you it was hell. but i had to appease some of you and put the whoole dudlkey getting the shit kicked out of him thing. i love to chat, and i need story ideas. MESSAGE ME, and then REVIEW ME!!! if you review, the story stands out to people, and you can say, 'ha! i read it before you!'
CHAPTER SIX
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title: No Take Backs
rating: PG13
keywords: Harry/Hermione
category: romance, angst, humor
summary: when harry and hermione finally make that connection, what harry gets is more than what he bargained for.
a/n: this one was a bitch to write. i hated writing it. i hate this chap. jsutbecause of writing it., it's short because it was hell and i had to get out. just odn't critique my writing on this one piece, please. READ AND REVIEW!
disclaimer: it's around here somewhere...shifts some papers, looking
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The bright morning sun piltered in through the thin veil of white drapery that covered the window. The rays brought light and happioness to everything that it touched. It came in quiet as a morning fog; the same one that had come in during the early morning to cover everything in the mist. But it was gone and the sun touched Hermione's eyes softly.
She shut her eyes tightly and rolled over, hugging her pillow as she did so. She moaned loudly, throwing the covers over her head. Ah, comfort again. And then it came. As quickly as she had rolled over, she was up running out of her room and down the hallway to the bathroom.
A loud, insistent knocking came on the door and she heard Harry's voice from the other side. The room that he stayed in was right next to hers, and he must have heard her as she ran.
Harry stood on the other side of the door, knocking loudly, trying to get her to open up. Harry turned around at the feel of a heavy hand on his shoulder. He looked into the face of Jeremy.
"She'll be alright. It's just morning sickness. Michelle went through the same thing with Hermione. Come on, let's go and have some coffee."
Harry nodded and followed Jeremy downstairs to the kitchen where they both got out differnt things for a simple breakfast. Harry heard the shower start as he sat down for his coffee. A deep tension hung in the air as he sat across from Jeremy at the table.
Jeremy tried to make civil conversation with Harry to lighten things up, but it didn't work. Harry just sat across fromJeremy nervously clutching his cup of coffee for dear life. When Jeremy leaned across the table, Harry stiffened up.
"So I want the honest to God truth, Potter," Jeremy began in a rough voice. "Do you love my daughter?"
Harry cleared his throat and thought of Hermione. A smile adorned his face, answering all of Jeremy's doubts. But Harry spoke anyway.
"She means the world to me."
"Who means the world to you?" Hermione asked as she came into the kitchen with dripping wet hair. She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She went to draw away, but Harry held onto her.
"-You- mean the world to me," Harry said as he reached in to steal a kiss from her soft lips. Hermione made a soft noise in the back of her throat before pulling away and going to dig through the cabinets for something to eat.
"So, Mione, how are you this morning?" Harry asked as he came up behind her to help her reach something on the top shelf.
"I was good until I had to wake up and get sick. But that's just normal."
Harry smiled and closed the cabinet door before sitting back at the table. He yawned and wrapped his hands around his mug of coffee, letting the warmness of the mug fill his hands. He felt warm inside just sitting there at the table inside the Grangers' home. Almost normal. But then he really didn't know normal. He would never know normal because of who he was.
Hermione sat down next to him with an extra large bowl of cereal. She spooned in some sugar to the milk and began to eat, shoveling it in her mouth as quickly as she could. almsot like she had never eaten anything before in her life.
"Are you hungry?" Harry asked. Jeremy laughed from behind his morning paper on the other side of the table.
"Yes, and I think I'll have another when this one is done."
Hermione went back to eating and Harry reached over to grab a piece of the newspaper. He opened it and looked to the title of the page. It was the sports section. He scanned the pages looking for anything that he would recognize, but then he remembered that it was a muggle newspaper. He settled on a section about football, and layed paper on the table in confusion when he was done.
"I don't get it," he said in a confused voice.
"What don't you get?" Jeremy asked.
"Football. It's confusing. I mean, what's the use in running all over the field after one tiny little ball like this?"
"You have to remember that it's like quidditch in the sense that you have to chase after one tiny little ball," Hermione said as she got up to get another bowl of cereal.
"Jeez, that's a lot of food. Should you be eating that much?" Harry asked as he reached over and stole her spoon, taking a large bite of the food. She yanked the spoon out of his mouth, the metal clanking against his teeth and she began to eat again.
"I have to eat this much. Get used to it." Hermione smiled and rubbed a hand over her stomach.
"What, a congregation in the kitchen and you didn't invite me?" Michelle asked as she occupied the last empty chair at the table. She reached over and stole Hermione's spoon as well, taking a few large bites.
"What is this, a community bowl?" Hermione asked, appauled.
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Harry sat on the couch in Hermione's living room with his eyes stuck to the moving pictures on the television screen. Even though he had lived his life with the Dursleys, he had still never been given the luxury of television. Now watching television seemed to be one of his favorite past times aside from quidditch and snogging Hermione.
"You hawve to be kidding me!" Harry stood up and threw some popcorn at the screen. "You let him blow right past you, you stupid git!" Hermione stood in the doorway and laughed quietly at Harry.
Harry was watching a football game. Every since reading about it in the newpaper at breakfast earlier in the week, he had been curious. Now he was in love with it, and whenever a game was found to be on television, the world stopped and Harry was sucked in.
"Don't let him do that! If you're a professional, shouldn't you bloody well know how to play the sodding game?!" Harry was yelling loudly at the screen.
Hermione came in and braved Harry's couch scene, sitting next to him. She leaned against the arm of the couch and faced the screen. One of the teams scored a goal and Harry lept up off of the couch in a joyous dance. He turned a few circles before sitting back down and becoming engorged with the game again.
Hermione reached over to grab some popcorn at the same time as Harry. When their hands met, Harry jumped in shock, throwing his food all over the floor around them. He turned and looked at Hermione with wide eyes.
"You scared the hell out of me!" Harry yelled.
"Well, it's my job to do more than that," Hermione said seductively. She grazed a finger over Harry's bottom lip. It quivered under her touch, and she could feel his sharp intake of breath.
"Is it?" He asked.
"You know, Harry, my parents aren't going to be back from work for a while," Hermione stood up and trapped Harry's face between her hands. "We could always find ways to occupy our time." She reached down and kissed his lips softly.
In the background of the room the television was announcing the score of Harry's football team. They had won their game with just seconds left on the clock. Harry vaguely heard this announcement in the back of his mind as he was jumping up from the couch to follow Hermione up the stairs and into her room.
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"Jeremy, you should be happy for her. After all, she's in love."
Michelle pushed the door open and set her keys on the table near the entrance. She took off her rain-soaked coat and hung it on a hook. Jeremy follwed in behind, folding his umbrella and taking off his coat as well. He put his hands on Michelle's shoulders and turned her to face him.
"I know she's in love, but I still can't help but want to protect her. She's still my little girl."
Michelle rested her forehead against Jeremy's. She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. Jeremy held her face and kissed her nose. She giggled lightly.
"I love it when you're like this," Michelle siad.
"Like what?"
"Romantic. How about we go spend some -ersonal- time together?"
Jeremy smiled slyly. He let his hands drop from Michelle's hair and he practically ran up the stairs. Halfway there, he stopped and looked back over at Michelle. A curious look crossed his face and he scanned the room.
"What's wrong?" Michelle asked.
"Where -is- Hermione?" He asked. "And while I'm at that, where is Harry?"
Michelle raised her eyebrows and followed Jeremy up the stairs. They stopped just outside of Hermione's room. The door was closed which was unusual for this time of day.
Jeremy's face became very stiff as he reached up to turn the doorknob. He clenched his teeth tight as he turned. Michelle looked hisitantly up at Jeremy. She knew exactly what they would find upon opening the door. And she could do nothing more than hope that Jeremy wasn't in the mood to kill.
Jeremy looked down at Michelle and dropped his hand from the door. He bit his lip and turned his head away from her.
"I can't do it," he said hoarsely. "She's in love, and I'm not one to go and break up her relationship. Even if she is doing what we warned her not to do."
Michelle smiled and reached up to kiss her husband. She grabbed his hand and pulled him on down the hallway and into their bedroom where the door was shut and locked, and they followed the same path that Hermione and Harry had followed hours earlier.
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Hermione took a deep breath of air as she awakened from her sleep. She could smell Harry's scent radiating from everywhere. It was embedded in her hair, her bed, and all over her skin. She reached over to touch him, but all that was there was emptiness. She opened her eyes and looked around. It was dark. She had slept longer than she had meant to.
A long, loud howl was heard outside her window. She got up and wrapped her robes tightly around her body. Walking to the window was tough, as her legs were shaky and she was a little sore from her afternoon. She parted the curtains and looked out the window. There was nothing.
She looked up at the dark sky and watched what few stars she could make out through the lights of the neighborhood. But what got to her was the moon. It was a full moon. It called to her.
A hand on her back brought her out of her trance. She jumped slightly and turned around to face Harry. He was different somehow. There was a feeling that radiated from his every pore. And that feeling called to her as well.
"Harry," she said shakily. "What's different?" she asked softly, looking at his eyes. A bright flash of silver passed through them and she shivered. She had never seen Harry's eyes turn silver.
"The moon is full tonight."
Hermione touched Harry's bare shoulder and it almost burned her fingers. She pulled back from him and back up against the window. A fear raced through her body as Harry looked away from the sky and down at her robe- clad form. She let her hands drop at her side, the robe falling open to reveal her bare body.
Harry advanced two steps toward her and reached out. She closed her eyes tightly and waited for the burn. But it didn't come. Instead, she felt the most wonderful feeling she had ever felt coming from Harry's touch on her stomach. She opened her eyes and watched Harry as he knelt down to kiss her stomach, mumbling some enchantment that Hermione had never heard before.
Hermione reached down and touched Harry's head. He stood and hugged her to him tightly. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder and let his warmth cover her.
"I love you," Hermione said in a shaky voice.
"And I love you as well."
Hermione smiled into Harry's skin, kissing it softly.
"Tonight is special for us," Harry said as he pulled Hermione with him back to the bed.
"Why tonight?"
"There is no explanation. You should be able to feel it," Harry pulled the covers over the both of them after Hermione distributed her robe to the floor. "Can you feel it?"
Hermione nodded and reached out for Harry's hand. She entwined their fingers and kissed his hand softly. Harry ran his free hand along the length of her arm. They shifted positions until they were both content with happiness, and together they fell asleep.
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The slow rise and fall of her chest was a welcomed sight to Harry. With every breath she took he knew that she was alright. Having her in such close proximity was comforting to him in every way. He needed to be near her as much as he possibly could. As close to her and their child.
Their child. The one thing that was the only physical link between their souls. Harry moved the blanket that covered her body down to her waist, much to her sleepy protest of mumbles. He watched as her stomach moved up and down as she took each breath. A lump formed in Harry's throat as he looked at the small but defined hump in Hermione's stomach. He had never noticed it before now. But now that he saw it, a new proud feeling emerged from within him. A smile formed across his face as he reached out and touched the soft skin.
"It's hard to believe," Hermione said as she opened her eyes and placed her hand over his.
"Yes. I can't wait until we have him or her in our arms."
"What do you think the baby will be?"
"Hopefully a boy," Harry said. "But I wouldn't argue with a girl. Especially if she were to turn out as beautiful as you." Harry ran a finger along Hermione's jawline.
"As long as the baby is magical, I'll be fine."
"It makes me so angry to think about what Vernon said to you," Harry said with a furrowed brow. "I should go and teach him a lesson."
"You will not. I won't have you thrown into Azkaban before this child is born."
"Who said I was going to use magic? Who even said that I was going after Vernon?"
"Dudley would make a better target, wouldn't he?"
Harry laughed heartily and rolled onto his back, letting the coolness of the sheets seep into his skin. He sighed heavily and stretched his arms above his head. Hermione yawned and rolled onto her side. She clutched her pillow onto her stomach and nestled her head onto Harry's chest.
"I left some of my books back at the Dursleys. I completely forgot about them. I'm going to have to go back and get them," Harry said.
"I don't want you to go back there. You'll just get yourself into trouble."
"Oh, come on, Hermione. I'm Harry Potter. Trouble follows me wherever I go."
"You have a point, but just try to be good."
Harry smiled and kissed her cheek. He got out of bed and ignored Hermione's dirty comments about his current state of undress. Some of the comments had been fairly tempting, but even though his head told him not to go crawling back to her, his body acted differently. It was because of this that Hermione started a whole new series of comments.
"Mione, why haven't your parents said anything about me staying in here? I mean, this is the second or third time I've slept in here with you."
"I guess they know that there's nothing much we haven't done already."
"Good point. I'll see you in a bit."
Harry walked out of the room and closed the door. She heard his clunky footsteps as he walked down the hallway to the bathroom. After a while, she heard his steps as he went down the stairs, and then she heard the door open and shut as he had left.
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The door of number four Privet Drive opened and Dudley Dursley stood before Harry with a piece of cake stuck in his mouth. He looked surprised to see Harry standing before him. He swallowed his cake and gave Harry an interpretation of a death look, but it backfired and Harry's anger sent him accidently magically flying backwards into the house. Harry entered and closed the door.
Dudley was laying on the hard floor when Harry came in. The anger that flared in Harry's eyes made him almost look like a dark wizard. He stood above Dudley, waiting for him to get up.
"What do you want, Harry? You know you aren't supposed to be here." Dudley stood up and tried to regain his composure.
"I don't want anything but to beat the shit out of you. And I'm going to do it, also."
"But you can't use magic."
"I know."
Harry stared Dudkey in his fat face before punching him hard in the jaw. Dudley's head snapped to the side, the fat shaking before settling back down. Dudley reahed up and touched his face, the pain radiating throughout his skull.
"Now why'd you have to go and do that?" Dudley asked.
"Oh, that isn't the start of it. Fight back, you git."
Harry stood there with his hands at his sides, waiting for Dudley to take a punch. And when Dudley did, Harry stepped out of the way. Dudley plunged his fist into the wall, leaving a large dent and partial hole.
Dudley charged at Harry, cursing and trying his best to hit him. Harry landded a good punch square into Dudley's stomach, sending him backwards onto the floor again. Dudley struggled to breathe, the air having been knocked out of him from the kick. Harry went and stood over him again, looking down at the blubbering mass of fat.
He laughed and was about to step on him before Dudley grabbed his ankle and tripped him. Harry's head hit the floor hard, the sound audible, echoing off of the walls in the large hallway. Dudley stood up and leaned over Harry. He laughed and landed a good punch into Harry's stomach. Harry tried his bes to suck air into his deprived lungs.
"That'sll teach you to mess with a Dursley." dudley walked off, his hand at his cheek, leaving Harry stunned in the middle of the hallway.
"Oh no it doesn't." Harry stood up and ran at Dudley, jumping and kicking him in the back before he knew what had hit him. Dudley yelled loudly at the feeling of several of his vertebrae popping loudly. Dudley adjusted his shoulders, the pain now coming from that area as well. He turned around to face Harry.
"Is this about that letter from your whore?"
Harry's eyes turned a glowing red to match his anger. Dudley flinched, knowing that he had said the wrong thing. he began to run as fast as he could up the stairs. Dudley began to run into his bedroom at the end of the hall. Harry followed slowly behind.
A feelign came over Harry as he began to stealthily walk up the staircase. He began to feel the mind and the moon. He felt the forest mist, and all at once Harry saw the world through differnt eyes. As quickly as it came, it was gone and Harry smiled an evil smile. He began to advance more quickly toward Dudley's room.
Harry stood outside the door and rapped lightly on the wood. Dudley yelled that he was going to call the authorities, but that didn't bother Harry. Instead, he knocked lightly again. Dudley yelled something about Harry going home to his slut, and Harry could feel the red passing behind his eyes.
Harry knocked once more, and Dudley came to the door, yanking it open. It happened so fast that neither Harry or Dudley knew what was happening. Harry jumped onto Dudley with all of his being. He didn't feel like himself. And judging by the expresion on Dudley's face, he wasn't himself. But then there was that noise that had haunted his dreams.
That growling sound. And it was coming from him.
Harry looked down at Dudley. Dudley's face and upper body was scratched up pretty bad and blood was getting everywhere. Harry then realized that he had paws. And claws. And he was furry.
He was a wolf.
Harry had gotten over the initial shock to look up just as Dudley brought the golf club down on his shoulder. And then the world went black.
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Hermione sat up in her chair and yelled. Her parents looked over at her like she was crazy. She barely gave them enough time to ask what was wrong before dragiing them out the door and into the car, yelling at them to go to the Dursleys. She knew that something had happened to Harry.
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Harry opened his eyes and looked around. He wasn't at the Dursley's, that much was for sure. The light in the room was blindingly bright, clouding his vision. A figure appeared to hover over his face and speak. She had no words and she looked like an angel. Harry gazed up at her questioningly before passing into blackness again.
"He's out again," Hermione said with a sigh.
"He'll come to eventually. Just give him some time," Michelle said.
Hermione reached up and played with a lock of Harry's hair. It had a few strands of grey in it. But not the texture of normal hair. It was too coarse feeling. Hermione let the hair go and pulled down the blankets over Harry's chest to examine his brusies again.
Harry had a massive bruise parallel to his head on his left shoudler. It was in a straight line, and Hermione assumed that it was from the golf club that had been found near Harry when they had found him on Dudley's floor.
The bruise was now a deep red color with purple coming up on the small pores. Hermione looked at Harry's stomach. He had a bruise there that wasn't as bad as his shoulder, but looked like it would be there for a while. It was about the size of the sole of a shoe.
Hermione thought about Dudley. She had broken a rule of not using magic outside of school to place a charm on Dudley so that he wouldn't remember how his body had gotten scratched up, or why there was a golf club and grey hair all over the floor. It had been a risky move, but Hermione would rather take the chances with the ministry than with the local authorities.
Harry opened his eyes again and saw the angel hovering over him. He smiled at her and tried to speak. A sharp pain that struck his entire brain made him cry out and he felt like anythign could wait, as long as the pain stopped. And it did stop.
The blackness stopped it.
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END CHAPTER SIX (thank god)
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a/n: told you it was hell. but i had to appease some of you and put the whoole dudlkey getting the shit kicked out of him thing. i love to chat, and i need story ideas. MESSAGE ME, and then REVIEW ME!!! if you review, the story stands out to people, and you can say, 'ha! i read it before you!'