Soul Mates

Chapter Four: Explainations

/Thoughts/ ; "Words" ; ~dreams/flashbacks~

Hermione started. /My first time?/ she thought to herself. She blushed as she remembered the feelings that Harry brought out in her.

"Well, it was one of the best times of my life. Anyhow, here I go," said Hermione. Her words started to fade in her ears, as the memory came back, clear as a bell.

~Hermione was looking out the window of her room. The girls were all away for Christmas vacation, and moonlight was streaming in. She was in her little silk nightie, arms wrapped around herself. She heard the door open, and felt someone enter. She turned, her brown eyes(A/N: Thanx Draco's bitch!) meeting a startling green. She smiled and beckoned him closer. He walked, with almost a predetory gait, towards her.

Harry saw her, bathed in moonlight, and felt a wave of warmth wash over him. He thought she looked like a sprite, beautiful and mysterious. He felt his blood pool in his loins. He knew it was her first

time and wanted it to be special. Walking towards her, he removed his robes.

Hermione realized her breathing had turned to short gasps, as Harry was walking towards her, slowly undressing. Her whole body was hot, and her eyes mirrored her anticipation. She walked the rest

of the way to meet him, placing her hands on his chest.

Moaning, she got up on tip-toe, and kissed him softly on the lips. He put his hands under her nightie and rid her of it.

She stood there in all her naked glory, beautiful and soaked in moonlight. Harry thought he was going to burst, with all these emotions running through him.

He took her, and lowered her to the bed. Looking her in the eyes, he entered her. He reached her barrier, drew out, and then quickly went in again, breaking it.

Hermione whimpered, tears pooling in her eyes. He stopped, looking at her with a concerned gaze. He kissed her tears away, and waited for her to adjust.

Hermione drew in her breath. The pain was starting to fade, and she wanted him to move. She looked into his eyes, and nodded.

Together, the found their own rythms, and brought eachother higher and higher. When they finally reached the driving point, they came together as one.

Panting, he looked into her eyes. "I love you." he murmured into her hair.

Smiling, she kissed him lightly, her eyes drooping. "I love you too," she murmured back.~

Gasping, Ginny put her hand to her throat. /That sounds like it was so special/ she thought.

"That sounds like it was the best thing in the world. I hope it can be that gentle for me," Ginny said forlornly.

Looking at her sad friend, Hermione patted her back, "You never know sweetie. I didn't think so either, you know. Then Harry came along. There's no rush to find the right one for you."

Sniffling, Ginny replied, "But I have! I have found the one for me. And he's such a prat. But I know he's the one."

Looking confused, Hermione asked, "What? If he's such a prat.... How do you know?"

Looking down at the pattern on her quilt, Ginny started to fidget. "Well, I've always had an ability to see who went well together. Like two pieces of a puzzle that just fit like no two others can. My mother saw it in me when I was little, and used to criticize Fred's and George's girlfriends. My grandmother had it too. And now I sense it between D- this person, and myself," she explained nervously.

"Who is it? You know you can trust me Ginny. You don't need to hide it from me," Hermione replied in earnest.

"I know," Ginny whispered hoarsly. "But most people hate this person. I'm not too happy with him myself currently."

/No.... it couldn't be... Malfoy?/ Hermione thought, shocked. "Is it.... it isn't......" she stuttered, her eyes wide in her unwelcome realization.

Nodding, tears filling her eyes, Ginny responded, "Yes, it's Draco. I am just so confused. Over and over, I've asked myself why I love the person who has made my friend's lives miserable."

********************outside of the common room*************************

/Awww, poor little carrot head is in love with her friends' worst enemy. I think I can have fun with this!/ thought Peeves, one of the most annoying ghosts in the school.

He had been floating around, looking for mischeif, when he overheard Hermione and Ginny talking. Thinking that eavesdropping would provide a temporary distraction, he stopped right inside the wall near Ginny's bed.

/I have an idea that could abolish this whole relationship!/ he thought, an evil smirk that would rival even Malfoy's upon his ghostly face.



Chappy 4 done!!! Sorry it took so long. I'll get Chappy 5 up ASAP. PLZ REVIEW!! No flames, it's my first HP fic! Have mercy!