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"You know," Ron said as he lay idly by the pool, "I could really get used to this life."
"I know what you mean," Hermione agreed as she lay on her stomach next to him, a huge book open in front of her. "I love reading, but I love reading even more when I'm relaxed like this." Ron sighed and turned over, 'She had to bring books,' he thought to himself shaking his head.
"Hey Ron!" Harry called from the gym, "Get off your lazy ass and come and lift some weights." Ron groaned, but got up to join Harry, after all, he did need to keep in shape for the girls! Hermione closed he book for a moment and rolled over onto to her back to gaze at the ceiling. A detailed mosaic pattern decorated the poolroom ceiling, and Hermione was fascinated by it. As she stared up, her eyes gradually became heavier as she drifted into an uneasy sleep. The past couple of nights she'd been plagued with the same dream; each time in the dream, she was standing in the kitchens of Lavender's house screaming and screaming at someone. She could never distinguish who it was she was screaming at; the stranger's face was distorted into a fuzzy haze. Then all of a sudden, the scene would switch to Hogwarts, where she was standing in the great hall, listening to a cackling laugh that just went on and on until she woke up in a sweat. Hermione hadn't told Harry or the others about her dreams, but each time she woke, she remembered what Faith had said to her as she boarded the plane.
"I know something bad will happen soon," she said quietly in her sleep. Harry jogged over to where Hermione lay, just in time to hear her utter those words. He saw she was asleep, but was worried about what she had said. He'd noticed the past few nights that she hadn't slept well; she thought he was asleep whenever she woke in the night, but he never was.
"Hermione.Hermione," he said softly, nudging her awake.
"Harry?" she replied sleepily, "Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah," he told her smiling, "You talked in your sleep actually."
"Did I?" she replied surprised, "What did I say?" Harry thought how best to answer her. He wanted to know what was on her mind, but he didn't want to worry her about his suspicions. Hermione lay looking at Harry, wanting to know what she'd said; she prayed Harry had misheard her, because if she guessed right, she'd probably spoken about her dream.
"Nothing important," he smiled at her as he lay down beside her. She turned on her side to face him, a worried expression on her face.
"Harry, I think I need to tell you something," she whispered. Harry frowned, but pulled her up so they could talk somewhere else. They walked out onto the lawn, since it was a particularly sunny day, Hermione slightly in front. She stopped beneath the tree house, and turned to look at him.
"I've been having this dream." she began as Harry listened intently, his eyes widening when she mentioned what Faith had said.
"What do you think she meant?" Harry asked her.
"That's just it!" Hermione replied sighing, "I have no idea."
"Have you tried contacting her?" Harry suggested.
"No," Hermione said truthfully, "I don't think she'd tell me though even if I did ask her. What should we do?" she said, getting tearful.
"Shhh," Harry soothed, "We'll figure it out don't worry," he said hugging her to him. "I don't think we should mention it to the others though," he said seriously.
"Bit late for that," a voice said above them.
"Lavender!" they exclaimed looking up to the tree house. She climbed down the rope ladder and landed beside them on the grass.
"Were you spying?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Don't be so stupid Harry," she replied, "I was up there writing in my diary; bad luck for you two I see. So what's all this about then?" she demanded. Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, not knowing how to reply.
"Well I think you heard it all just now," Harry replied, seeing the look of dismay on Hermione's face.
"I'm going to get Ron," she announced as she flounced up the garden.
Half and hour later, and they were all seated in the living room, Ron having been filled in on what was going on.
"Well I still don't see that we have anything to worry about," he said simply, "Faith was probably just stirring trouble, we all know what she's capable of."
"I agree with Ron," Lavender replied, "Hermione, don't take this the wrong way, but maybe your imagination has just run wild," she said with sympathy in her voice. Hermione went to protest, but Harry cut in.
"Lavender, I think we all know Hermione is one of the most logical and rational people we know," he said pointedly.
"Well, whatever it is, I think we should just forget it all," Lavender insisted, walking over to the window.
"What if.?" Hermione started to say but stopped herself. She'd been sat there thinking about what Faith could had possibly meant, and she figured that the only way Faith could have ruined their Easter was by telling someone about their plan.
"What is it Hermione?" Harry asked gently. Ron looked up from his sandwich and Lavender turned from the window to listen.
"What if.Faith told someone," she said quietly, not looking at anyone.
"Who would she tell?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," she replied carefully, "someone who would use it against us," thinking aloud. Lavender let out an impatient sigh and went back to sit with Ron.
"Can't we just enjoy the holidays instead of worrying about nothing," she said with annoyance. Ron put a hand on her knee to comfort her; he hated to admit it, but he knew Hermione was probably right. "Uh, I'm sick of this, Ron, are you coming?" she asked starting to walk out of the room.
"Um, yeah," Ron replied throwing them an apologetic look, "We'll see you guys later," leaving Harry and Hermione sitting on their own.
"Harry, I'm not making this up, you know that don't you?" Hermione asked in a small voice.
"Yeah, I know," he replied putting his arms around her.
"I just can't stop thinking about this," she said in despair, resting her head on Harry's shoulder. Harry sat with his arms around the girl he loved, and thought in anguish that he could do nothing to ease her mind.
Early in the morning of their fourth day at Lavender's house, Hermione woke in a cold sweat. She'd had that same dream again, but this time, instead of the cackling laugh she'd previously heard, it now sounded like a thousand voices all laughing at her; she could see fingers pointing at her and bodies moving around he, but she could distinguish who they were.
"Hermione!" Harry said waking instantly. "Was it the dream again?" Hermione merely nodded as she curled her shaking body around Harry's. He lay there next to her feeling powerless to comfort her. He hugged her tightly to him, wishing above all that she might be spared of the recurring dream. As Hermione fell into another uneasy sleep Harry stayed awake, watching her as she slept. He couldn't believe how beautiful she looked lying there next to him; her hair rumpled against his chest. He could feel her breath on his chest as she let out almost inaudible sighs. He loved her so much he would die for her, yet he was so scared of losing her that he almost couldn't bear it. Maybe it had something to do with losing his parents, he thought to himself, they'd been taken from him and now that he loved someone as much as his mother had loved him, he couldn't bear the thought of her being taken from him.
"Harry, are you still here?" Hermione asked quietly, turning her head to look at him.
"Yes, I'm here," he replied tenderly, stroking the top of her head, "I'll always be here," he said as she leaned up to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"I love you," she whispered as she kissed his forehead, "I love every part if you," kissing his cheeks, his eyes, his lips. She stopped to look at the expression his face; his eyes were half-closed and his lips asked for more. She kissed him again, this time moving to his neck and kissing him along his collarbone.
"Hermione." Harry said he felt his pulse starting to quicken and his breathing becoming more rapid. "I love you too," he whispered as he pulled her up on top of him. She rested her head on his chest as she lay on top of Harry's body, loving the feel of him beneath. His ran his hands up and down her spine, feeling the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin.
"Harry I." she tried to say, but Harry silenced her with his mouth. He shifted his body so that she was pinned beneath him, lying half across her. He kissed her lips, moving down to nibble at her neck as she let out a small moan. One hand caressed her stomach as he moved the other up to find her breast. He cupped her in his hand, running his fingers across, causing her to arch up against him. The hand caressing her stomach moved to the waistband of her shorts as he started to undo the tie.
"Harry.wait.please," she started to say. He looked up to see tears in her eyes, "Please." she said again, as a tear escaped down her cheek. Harry abruptly stopped what he was doing to pull himself into a sitting position. He ran a hand through his hair as Hermione started to cry.
"I'm sorry," she cried softly, "I'm sorry.Harry, please.look at me." Harry gazed down at her; he wanted her so much, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold back. Over the past months they'd grown closer and was he was approaching his 16th birthday, he truly felt ready.
"Don't hate me," Hermione cried at him.
"Hermione, I could never hate you," Harry replied, hanging his head. Hermione pulled herself up, turning his head to face her.
"I know you want to," she said with a sigh, "I just."
"It's ok, really," Harry replied looking at her and forcing a smile. He couldn't help but be frustrated. They both seemed so ready for this, but she kept holding back. She leaned up to kiss him, but Harry pulled back before her lips touched his.
"Harry please." Hermione implored, "I just think."
"It's fine, honest," he replied hurriedly, as he throw back the covers and climbed out of bed. "I'm going for a swim ok," he called as he grabbed a towel and his shorts, "I need a cool off," he mumbled under his breath as he headed out of the room. Hermione stared after him, tears still evident in her eyes. She didn't want to upset him or disappoint him; even though she'd felt amazing and alive when he was touching her, something in her mind was telling to stop, to wait. She cursed herself for feeling this way, but she couldn't help how she felt.
Harry swan strong, powerful strokes up and down the pool to get rid of the pent-up frustration. He hadn't realised quite how much he wanted Hermione in this way until she'd seemed to respond to him, only to draw back at the last minute. He hadn't meant o be so offhanded with her in the bedroom, he was just so stressed about these dreams she'd been having, and also having to listen to Ron go on about him and Lavender. He wanted to experience it for himself; he wanted to share with Hermione something that he'd never shared with anyone. Perhaps if told her all this, she might understand. 'She's scared' he thought as he dried himself off, 'so I have to reassure her that it's ok.'
With a slightly more cheerful attitude he headed for the kitchen to fix himself a snack when the doorbell rang. Harry stopped and looked towards the front door; 'should I answer it?' he thought. He approached the door and decided it was probably just a salesman selling fake wands or similar. Opening the door he stood in shock at the sight that met his eyes.
"Nice shorts Potter," Draco sneered, "Are you going to let me then?"
A ha! I guess you probably figured out what would happen, but watch out for more surprises and revelations in the next chapter(s). Love to all. xxx
"You know," Ron said as he lay idly by the pool, "I could really get used to this life."
"I know what you mean," Hermione agreed as she lay on her stomach next to him, a huge book open in front of her. "I love reading, but I love reading even more when I'm relaxed like this." Ron sighed and turned over, 'She had to bring books,' he thought to himself shaking his head.
"Hey Ron!" Harry called from the gym, "Get off your lazy ass and come and lift some weights." Ron groaned, but got up to join Harry, after all, he did need to keep in shape for the girls! Hermione closed he book for a moment and rolled over onto to her back to gaze at the ceiling. A detailed mosaic pattern decorated the poolroom ceiling, and Hermione was fascinated by it. As she stared up, her eyes gradually became heavier as she drifted into an uneasy sleep. The past couple of nights she'd been plagued with the same dream; each time in the dream, she was standing in the kitchens of Lavender's house screaming and screaming at someone. She could never distinguish who it was she was screaming at; the stranger's face was distorted into a fuzzy haze. Then all of a sudden, the scene would switch to Hogwarts, where she was standing in the great hall, listening to a cackling laugh that just went on and on until she woke up in a sweat. Hermione hadn't told Harry or the others about her dreams, but each time she woke, she remembered what Faith had said to her as she boarded the plane.
"I know something bad will happen soon," she said quietly in her sleep. Harry jogged over to where Hermione lay, just in time to hear her utter those words. He saw she was asleep, but was worried about what she had said. He'd noticed the past few nights that she hadn't slept well; she thought he was asleep whenever she woke in the night, but he never was.
"Hermione.Hermione," he said softly, nudging her awake.
"Harry?" she replied sleepily, "Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah," he told her smiling, "You talked in your sleep actually."
"Did I?" she replied surprised, "What did I say?" Harry thought how best to answer her. He wanted to know what was on her mind, but he didn't want to worry her about his suspicions. Hermione lay looking at Harry, wanting to know what she'd said; she prayed Harry had misheard her, because if she guessed right, she'd probably spoken about her dream.
"Nothing important," he smiled at her as he lay down beside her. She turned on her side to face him, a worried expression on her face.
"Harry, I think I need to tell you something," she whispered. Harry frowned, but pulled her up so they could talk somewhere else. They walked out onto the lawn, since it was a particularly sunny day, Hermione slightly in front. She stopped beneath the tree house, and turned to look at him.
"I've been having this dream." she began as Harry listened intently, his eyes widening when she mentioned what Faith had said.
"What do you think she meant?" Harry asked her.
"That's just it!" Hermione replied sighing, "I have no idea."
"Have you tried contacting her?" Harry suggested.
"No," Hermione said truthfully, "I don't think she'd tell me though even if I did ask her. What should we do?" she said, getting tearful.
"Shhh," Harry soothed, "We'll figure it out don't worry," he said hugging her to him. "I don't think we should mention it to the others though," he said seriously.
"Bit late for that," a voice said above them.
"Lavender!" they exclaimed looking up to the tree house. She climbed down the rope ladder and landed beside them on the grass.
"Were you spying?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Don't be so stupid Harry," she replied, "I was up there writing in my diary; bad luck for you two I see. So what's all this about then?" she demanded. Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, not knowing how to reply.
"Well I think you heard it all just now," Harry replied, seeing the look of dismay on Hermione's face.
"I'm going to get Ron," she announced as she flounced up the garden.
Half and hour later, and they were all seated in the living room, Ron having been filled in on what was going on.
"Well I still don't see that we have anything to worry about," he said simply, "Faith was probably just stirring trouble, we all know what she's capable of."
"I agree with Ron," Lavender replied, "Hermione, don't take this the wrong way, but maybe your imagination has just run wild," she said with sympathy in her voice. Hermione went to protest, but Harry cut in.
"Lavender, I think we all know Hermione is one of the most logical and rational people we know," he said pointedly.
"Well, whatever it is, I think we should just forget it all," Lavender insisted, walking over to the window.
"What if.?" Hermione started to say but stopped herself. She'd been sat there thinking about what Faith could had possibly meant, and she figured that the only way Faith could have ruined their Easter was by telling someone about their plan.
"What is it Hermione?" Harry asked gently. Ron looked up from his sandwich and Lavender turned from the window to listen.
"What if.Faith told someone," she said quietly, not looking at anyone.
"Who would she tell?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," she replied carefully, "someone who would use it against us," thinking aloud. Lavender let out an impatient sigh and went back to sit with Ron.
"Can't we just enjoy the holidays instead of worrying about nothing," she said with annoyance. Ron put a hand on her knee to comfort her; he hated to admit it, but he knew Hermione was probably right. "Uh, I'm sick of this, Ron, are you coming?" she asked starting to walk out of the room.
"Um, yeah," Ron replied throwing them an apologetic look, "We'll see you guys later," leaving Harry and Hermione sitting on their own.
"Harry, I'm not making this up, you know that don't you?" Hermione asked in a small voice.
"Yeah, I know," he replied putting his arms around her.
"I just can't stop thinking about this," she said in despair, resting her head on Harry's shoulder. Harry sat with his arms around the girl he loved, and thought in anguish that he could do nothing to ease her mind.
Early in the morning of their fourth day at Lavender's house, Hermione woke in a cold sweat. She'd had that same dream again, but this time, instead of the cackling laugh she'd previously heard, it now sounded like a thousand voices all laughing at her; she could see fingers pointing at her and bodies moving around he, but she could distinguish who they were.
"Hermione!" Harry said waking instantly. "Was it the dream again?" Hermione merely nodded as she curled her shaking body around Harry's. He lay there next to her feeling powerless to comfort her. He hugged her tightly to him, wishing above all that she might be spared of the recurring dream. As Hermione fell into another uneasy sleep Harry stayed awake, watching her as she slept. He couldn't believe how beautiful she looked lying there next to him; her hair rumpled against his chest. He could feel her breath on his chest as she let out almost inaudible sighs. He loved her so much he would die for her, yet he was so scared of losing her that he almost couldn't bear it. Maybe it had something to do with losing his parents, he thought to himself, they'd been taken from him and now that he loved someone as much as his mother had loved him, he couldn't bear the thought of her being taken from him.
"Harry, are you still here?" Hermione asked quietly, turning her head to look at him.
"Yes, I'm here," he replied tenderly, stroking the top of her head, "I'll always be here," he said as she leaned up to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"I love you," she whispered as she kissed his forehead, "I love every part if you," kissing his cheeks, his eyes, his lips. She stopped to look at the expression his face; his eyes were half-closed and his lips asked for more. She kissed him again, this time moving to his neck and kissing him along his collarbone.
"Hermione." Harry said he felt his pulse starting to quicken and his breathing becoming more rapid. "I love you too," he whispered as he pulled her up on top of him. She rested her head on his chest as she lay on top of Harry's body, loving the feel of him beneath. His ran his hands up and down her spine, feeling the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin.
"Harry I." she tried to say, but Harry silenced her with his mouth. He shifted his body so that she was pinned beneath him, lying half across her. He kissed her lips, moving down to nibble at her neck as she let out a small moan. One hand caressed her stomach as he moved the other up to find her breast. He cupped her in his hand, running his fingers across, causing her to arch up against him. The hand caressing her stomach moved to the waistband of her shorts as he started to undo the tie.
"Harry.wait.please," she started to say. He looked up to see tears in her eyes, "Please." she said again, as a tear escaped down her cheek. Harry abruptly stopped what he was doing to pull himself into a sitting position. He ran a hand through his hair as Hermione started to cry.
"I'm sorry," she cried softly, "I'm sorry.Harry, please.look at me." Harry gazed down at her; he wanted her so much, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold back. Over the past months they'd grown closer and was he was approaching his 16th birthday, he truly felt ready.
"Don't hate me," Hermione cried at him.
"Hermione, I could never hate you," Harry replied, hanging his head. Hermione pulled herself up, turning his head to face her.
"I know you want to," she said with a sigh, "I just."
"It's ok, really," Harry replied looking at her and forcing a smile. He couldn't help but be frustrated. They both seemed so ready for this, but she kept holding back. She leaned up to kiss him, but Harry pulled back before her lips touched his.
"Harry please." Hermione implored, "I just think."
"It's fine, honest," he replied hurriedly, as he throw back the covers and climbed out of bed. "I'm going for a swim ok," he called as he grabbed a towel and his shorts, "I need a cool off," he mumbled under his breath as he headed out of the room. Hermione stared after him, tears still evident in her eyes. She didn't want to upset him or disappoint him; even though she'd felt amazing and alive when he was touching her, something in her mind was telling to stop, to wait. She cursed herself for feeling this way, but she couldn't help how she felt.
Harry swan strong, powerful strokes up and down the pool to get rid of the pent-up frustration. He hadn't realised quite how much he wanted Hermione in this way until she'd seemed to respond to him, only to draw back at the last minute. He hadn't meant o be so offhanded with her in the bedroom, he was just so stressed about these dreams she'd been having, and also having to listen to Ron go on about him and Lavender. He wanted to experience it for himself; he wanted to share with Hermione something that he'd never shared with anyone. Perhaps if told her all this, she might understand. 'She's scared' he thought as he dried himself off, 'so I have to reassure her that it's ok.'
With a slightly more cheerful attitude he headed for the kitchen to fix himself a snack when the doorbell rang. Harry stopped and looked towards the front door; 'should I answer it?' he thought. He approached the door and decided it was probably just a salesman selling fake wands or similar. Opening the door he stood in shock at the sight that met his eyes.
"Nice shorts Potter," Draco sneered, "Are you going to let me then?"
A ha! I guess you probably figured out what would happen, but watch out for more surprises and revelations in the next chapter(s). Love to all. xxx