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Authors Note: Hey! I hope that you like my story, it's not my first attempt, but it's the first that I've been brave enough to post. This first time I did this it didn't work, so I hope that this time it will come out all right!
The Cost of Passion
Chapter One: The Dream of a Fallen Angel
The dwelling that they occupied was an absolutely beautiful place, and it looked to be so new. Yet, it was somehow quite familiar to Harry, he just couldn't think of when he had remembered being here. He knew what was going on, and, to his surprise, he knew exactly who he was with in this wonderful place. Hermione Granger was the most beautiful thing in the world to Harry, and seeing her like this only made him love her even more. He looked to see his love, her face full of grace, beauty, and anticipation for the beautiful end of their actions.
Passion was running high. Nothing could stop this perfect moment going on. This was what they had both been waiting on for what seemed like forever. It was just like it should be between the two of them. At that moment, the two of them were one. Harry was desperately hoping that the moment would never end. This time that they were spending together was theirs, and nothing could take this away from them. Then, Harry looked to Hermione's face, and he saw the most beautiful person in the world. She was his, and he never wanted to lose her. He knew that he was supposed to spend every moment for the rest of his life with Hermione, his Hermione.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, coming to her climax.
She moaned, and slowly stopped moving, and Harry took this as a sign to stop. He slowly pulled out while smiling at Hermione and not breaking their eye contact. He smiled as the two of them laid down next to one another. Hermione deeply exhaled, moving her long and matted mass of curls from her face. She laid her head down on the pillow and looked at Harry. He smiled at her, and she returned his warm smile. Both of them were worn out from the pure passion and feeling of ecstasy that had just occurred. Hermione was the first to speak.
"That was absolutely wonderful," she quietly said.
Harry rubbed her soft cheek with his hand, "I know, the same goes for me."
Harry placed his arms around Hermione's waist and kissed her delicately on the lips. She smiled at him and cuddled up to Harry's body. She too seemed to be as happy as she had been in a long time. After a few minutes, Harry realized that Hermione had drifted off to sleep. He held her even closer to him just to watch her sleep. He looked down at her, trying to take in all of her wonderful features. He could only gaze at her beauty, lost for words. Her long, golden blonde curls were strewn all around her. Her soft skin was relaxed, and the expression on her face was nothing short of magnificent. He couldn't see her soft brown eyes, but he could picture exactly what they looked like, every soft tint. He knew that he had found the one for him.
Harry gently removed his hands from Hermione's waist and turned to accompany her in slumber. He knew that he would eventually have to break his gaze on her, but she was so beautiful. He wanted to look at her for the rest of forever. He had to say, this was definitely the greatest night of his life. Even though this was the greatest time he'd ever known, he was still dead tired. Before he went to sleep, he knew that he had to let Hermione know how much she meant to him. He had a strange feeling that, if he didn't do this now, he would never have another chance to let her know of his feelings for her. Harry could only think of one thing at the moment to compare with Hermione. He remembered the words of a love song that he had heard a long time ago, and he could compare with it perfectly.
"And now you're just another fallen angel
And I hope that the fall didn't do you no harm
Now you're just another fallen angel,
Falling into somebody else's arms."
Harry sincerely hoped that he would be the one to save her from her fall from grace. He knew that he had to make her his, and he had to do it now. He reached his hand out to touch her, but he couldn't feel her. There wasn't anything that he could even feel, just air. He didn't know what was going on at the moment. It was as though she was leaving and doing it quickly. Everything was going black. The world as he knew it was fading before his eyes. He once again reached out to the place where Hermione had laid only seconds before. He could only feel the cold air that was slowly engulfing him from all sides. He felt as if the cold of death was sucking him down into its pits.
"Hermione!" he yelled into oblivion, but he received no answer.
Harry suddenly jumped up in his bed with a gasp. He wiped the cold sweat away from his forehead eyebrows. A dream, it had all been a dream. He reached for his glasses and placed them on his eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening. It hadn't been real, and he hadn't been with Hermione. In face, he hadn't even known why he dreamed about Hermione. She was all but engaged to Ron. They had been dating for years, and he knew that they would soon be married. He looked at the clock and saw that it was nearing three in the morning. He took his glasses off and turned around toward the wall. He had the strange feeling of confusion as to why he couldn't stop thinking about the song "Fallen Angel." The song was replaying itself over and over again inside his head. He remembered everything perfectly from his dream, but he remembered nothing of the song, and it was a very odd feeling to have. Finally, shaking off the feeling, he took a deep breath and decided to get back to sleep.
What an odd dream.
Author's Note: Hey! I wanted to say thank you to my first reviewer, Harry is a Hottie: Thanks so much for being the first to read my story, and I hope that I'll be able to post more very soon!
Authors Note: Hey! I hope that you like my story, it's not my first attempt, but it's the first that I've been brave enough to post. This first time I did this it didn't work, so I hope that this time it will come out all right!
The Cost of Passion
Chapter One: The Dream of a Fallen Angel
The dwelling that they occupied was an absolutely beautiful place, and it looked to be so new. Yet, it was somehow quite familiar to Harry, he just couldn't think of when he had remembered being here. He knew what was going on, and, to his surprise, he knew exactly who he was with in this wonderful place. Hermione Granger was the most beautiful thing in the world to Harry, and seeing her like this only made him love her even more. He looked to see his love, her face full of grace, beauty, and anticipation for the beautiful end of their actions.
Passion was running high. Nothing could stop this perfect moment going on. This was what they had both been waiting on for what seemed like forever. It was just like it should be between the two of them. At that moment, the two of them were one. Harry was desperately hoping that the moment would never end. This time that they were spending together was theirs, and nothing could take this away from them. Then, Harry looked to Hermione's face, and he saw the most beautiful person in the world. She was his, and he never wanted to lose her. He knew that he was supposed to spend every moment for the rest of his life with Hermione, his Hermione.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, coming to her climax.
She moaned, and slowly stopped moving, and Harry took this as a sign to stop. He slowly pulled out while smiling at Hermione and not breaking their eye contact. He smiled as the two of them laid down next to one another. Hermione deeply exhaled, moving her long and matted mass of curls from her face. She laid her head down on the pillow and looked at Harry. He smiled at her, and she returned his warm smile. Both of them were worn out from the pure passion and feeling of ecstasy that had just occurred. Hermione was the first to speak.
"That was absolutely wonderful," she quietly said.
Harry rubbed her soft cheek with his hand, "I know, the same goes for me."
Harry placed his arms around Hermione's waist and kissed her delicately on the lips. She smiled at him and cuddled up to Harry's body. She too seemed to be as happy as she had been in a long time. After a few minutes, Harry realized that Hermione had drifted off to sleep. He held her even closer to him just to watch her sleep. He looked down at her, trying to take in all of her wonderful features. He could only gaze at her beauty, lost for words. Her long, golden blonde curls were strewn all around her. Her soft skin was relaxed, and the expression on her face was nothing short of magnificent. He couldn't see her soft brown eyes, but he could picture exactly what they looked like, every soft tint. He knew that he had found the one for him.
Harry gently removed his hands from Hermione's waist and turned to accompany her in slumber. He knew that he would eventually have to break his gaze on her, but she was so beautiful. He wanted to look at her for the rest of forever. He had to say, this was definitely the greatest night of his life. Even though this was the greatest time he'd ever known, he was still dead tired. Before he went to sleep, he knew that he had to let Hermione know how much she meant to him. He had a strange feeling that, if he didn't do this now, he would never have another chance to let her know of his feelings for her. Harry could only think of one thing at the moment to compare with Hermione. He remembered the words of a love song that he had heard a long time ago, and he could compare with it perfectly.
"And now you're just another fallen angel
And I hope that the fall didn't do you no harm
Now you're just another fallen angel,
Falling into somebody else's arms."
Harry sincerely hoped that he would be the one to save her from her fall from grace. He knew that he had to make her his, and he had to do it now. He reached his hand out to touch her, but he couldn't feel her. There wasn't anything that he could even feel, just air. He didn't know what was going on at the moment. It was as though she was leaving and doing it quickly. Everything was going black. The world as he knew it was fading before his eyes. He once again reached out to the place where Hermione had laid only seconds before. He could only feel the cold air that was slowly engulfing him from all sides. He felt as if the cold of death was sucking him down into its pits.
"Hermione!" he yelled into oblivion, but he received no answer.
Harry suddenly jumped up in his bed with a gasp. He wiped the cold sweat away from his forehead eyebrows. A dream, it had all been a dream. He reached for his glasses and placed them on his eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening. It hadn't been real, and he hadn't been with Hermione. In face, he hadn't even known why he dreamed about Hermione. She was all but engaged to Ron. They had been dating for years, and he knew that they would soon be married. He looked at the clock and saw that it was nearing three in the morning. He took his glasses off and turned around toward the wall. He had the strange feeling of confusion as to why he couldn't stop thinking about the song "Fallen Angel." The song was replaying itself over and over again inside his head. He remembered everything perfectly from his dream, but he remembered nothing of the song, and it was a very odd feeling to have. Finally, shaking off the feeling, he took a deep breath and decided to get back to sleep.
What an odd dream.
Author's Note: Hey! I wanted to say thank you to my first reviewer, Harry is a Hottie: Thanks so much for being the first to read my story, and I hope that I'll be able to post more very soon!