Author's Note: Hey all! A HUGE sorry for the major delay! Want to here my excuse? No? Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway because it's a good one. I started school about four weeks ago and even though everyone says Junior year is the hardest I didn't take it to heart. Now, I think, hear, see, smell, speak HOMEWORK! Exaggerating? I think not. Not only that but from Monday through Thursday I get home at 7p.m and stay up the whole night doing homework. Then on Fridays I have 2 hours of tutoring after school (I HATE math with a BURNING passion. Give me honors English and I breeze right by but math? I'm stuck in a corner -- a very SMALL corner). Weekends? HOMEWORK! So I'm truly sorry you guys!

Anyway, here's the other half of Harry and Hermione's romantic getaway. I was going to cut their vacation short or have dark forces ruin everything but decided against it. Nothing important happens in this chapter and it's just pure fluff and fun. Besides, our favorite couple has to have some relax time, don't they? Well, okay, I might have a little twist at the end.

A HUGE thanks to all my wonderful reviewers ... I luv you guys! To those who haven't reviewed: please? It'll only take a second. Please let me know what you think! I'm beginning to think that everyone is losing interest in this story. Hmm...

lexipex: Thanks so much for the 2 song suggestions ... especially "My Best Friend". I checked out the lyrics and it seems like the perfect song, especially for Harry and Hermione. Thanks so much!

Jen: See, I finally updated. Happy now? : )

spell: Hi! Thanks so much for your review! Okay, to answer your question. Harry and Hermione will get married in this story and I will write about their life after they do get married. As for the question if they'll have a baby ... wait and read! And no there won't be a sequel to this one -- everything will be explained and finished by the end. I'm glad you like it -- thanks again!

The two songs I've added to the list are: "My Best Friend" by Tim McGraw and "When You Say Nothing At All" by Alison Krauss. I've also added "Yes, I Will" by Backstreet Boys (wow, haven't heard from them in a long, long time ...). Please go back to the bottom of chapter 10 and let me know what song I should use. It's all up to the reviewers ...

Now on with the long delayed chapter. Enjoy! @ Twisted Anjel @

Chapter Eleven * Passion Paradise*

After all the years they've been together Harry still couldn't believe Hermione was his. He didn't know what he had done to deserve someone as wonderful as Hermione or why she had chosen him out of the many wizards out there that would have given almost anything to go out on only one date with her.

Now, as he watched her sleep next to him, he thanked God for having her in his life. He lifted himself on his elbow to be able to see her better as she lay cuddled next to him. Her head was resting on the pillow, one hand under her head and the other resting on Harry's chest. Her lips were curved in a small smile as happy images of the night before filtered through her mind.

Harry traced a finger across her face. He already knew every curve and crevice of her face and body, the meaning of every look that crossed her face, every movement she made. He somehow knew when she needed him or when she wanted some space. Though he thought he already knew everything about Hermione there was to know, he also knew that you could know a person your whole life and never really know them. Though he knew that wasn't the case with them. His relationship with Hermione wasn't like any other; they had a special bond that not even they understood. Not many people find their soul mates, but Harry had.

He ran his finger across her forehead, along her eyelids, down her nose, and then slowly along her lips, before replacing his finger with his lips, gently pressing them against her own. He felt the familiar tingle that started from his lips and spread to every part of his body, to his heart, and deep into his soul. He loved her with every fiber of his being and knew he would do absolutely anything for her.

When Hermione stirred, he lifted his face from hers and watched as she yawned while slowly opening her eyes, blinking several times. When she caught Harry watching her, she smiled up at him, finding his hand and lacing her fingers with his.

"Hey you," she whispered, shifting so she was now lying on her back.

Harry smiled softly down at her and answered with an equally soft kiss. "Good morning, baby girl. Sleep well?"

"I was sleeping with you, wasn't I?" she answered, bringing up a hand to slide against his cheek. She trailed her hand down his chest and gathered a clump of his shirt in her fist, pulling him down on top of her. She pressed her lips against his in an anything but soft kiss of her own. She smiled slightly as she felt him responding to the kiss, felt his hands glide up her arms to come to a stop on either side of her face, his warmth seeping into her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and then pulled away slightly, resting her forehead against his. "Now that is the best way to wake a person up!" she said with a laugh, the intensity of his gaze sending heat rising to her face.

"Harry, why are you looking at me like that?"

He smiled slightly. "Like what?"

"Like you've never seen me before," she told him, sending him a confused yet worried look. "Like it's your last time you'll ever see me again ... Harry, what's the matter. What's happened?" Her voice had slowly begun to rise and as the last word left her mouth, it had begun to shake with panic.

Harry shook his head and gave her a large grin to calm her. "Nothing has happened and nothing is wrong."

"Then why ..."

"Because I can't believe how lucky I am that I have you to share the rest of my life with."

Hermione's face split into a huge grin and she smacked him in the chest. "Harry Potter! You nearly gave me a heart attack and all because you think I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you! Well, okay, I am ... but that's beside the point!" she told him, smirking at her last statement.

Harry laughed and kissed her one last time before rolling off of her. "Come on, love, time to start the day. What do you want to do?"

Hermione took his offered hand and lead him over to the restroom. "We'll think of something," she replied with a smirk as they both went into the bathroom

Harry's eyebrows raised up into his hair line. "So can't we just take a shower all day?"

"Wow ..." Was all Harry could say from his spot on the balcony, as Hermione walked out of the bedroom, all dressed and ready to go out to breakfast.

"What?"

"Just ... Wow."

"Harry, seriously, what is so amazing?" Hermione wondered, thinking he was staring out at the beach and not at her.

"You are," he said, looking her up and down, loving the blush that spread across her cheeks.

She was wearing a blue sun dress that hugged her in all the right places and went great with her new tan. Her hair was up in a loose bun, strands framing her face. She looked down at herself, self consciously. "Do I look okay?"

Harry sauntered up to her and stopped only inches away. He shook his head and smiled secretly. "No."

Hurt crossed Hermione's face. "No?"

"No. You look beautiful," he told her, sliding his arms around her waist.

Hermione blushed again, smiling shyly. "Thanks."

He unwound his arms from her and laced his hand with hers. "Come on, let's go eat. I'm starving!"

"I wonder why," Hermione muttered as they left their room.

Harry gave her a mischievous glance. "I wonder ..." he replied, laughing softly.

She let out a laugh, causing passerby's to turn and smile at them. She let out a sigh of happiness and squeezed Harry's hand. She couldn't have asked for a better gift. To spend a whole week in paradise with Harry and not have any worries was like being in heaven.

As they walked out into the verandah, sitting at a white table with an umbrella to block the sun, Hermione couldn't believe how lucky she was to have Harry. She knew Harry thought he was the one who had been lucky enough to meet and fall in love with someone like her but Hermione could argue for hours that she was the lucky one.

Now, as they sat there eating and holding each other's hand across the table, she had to smile at life. Nothing could be better.

"Harry, look!" Hermione suddenly cried, stopping mid-step on the beach and pointing towards the shore.

He followed her gaze and paled considerably. "You don't want to ride them, do you?" he asked, nervously. He knew that it was a stupid question as he turned towards her. Her eyes were sparkling and she looked at him hopefully.

"Of course!"

"Well, I don't really ..."

But as he said this, he felt a tug on his hand and the next thing he knew, they were speeding across the beach. If he hadn't stopped when he did, he would have crashed right into Hermione.

"It'll be so much fun! I've always wanted to ride a horse! Aren't they beautiful?" she asked, as the man who had been pulling the two horses across the beach stopped in front of them.

"You want to ride?" the older man asked with a kind smile, waving a hand at the two horses.

"Well, I ..." Harry stammered, not too fond of the whole riding experience. Though he had to admit, the two horses were indeed very beautiful. One was snow white with a long, silvery mane and the other had a shiny, light brown coat and a black mane.

"Oh, come now, Harry! You can't possibly be afraid of riding one when you zoom around on your broom like it's the easiest thing in the world!" she told him.

"But that's different ..."

"Please?" she asked softly, sticking out her bottom lip at him.

That look will be my downfall, Harry thought. "How much?" he asked the man with a defeated sigh, who had been watching the whole conversation with a knowing smile.

He stated his price and Harry paid him; albeit, somewhat reluctantly.

"Thank you so much, Harry!" Hermione squealed, sounding more like an eight- year-old than her twenty-one year-old self. She leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear, "I'll make it up to you, promise."

Harry got goosebumps just thinking about the way she would make it up to him and found it hard to concentrate when the man began to speak.

"Now, this is a mare, or a female," he began, touching the white one. "Your wife can ride her, she is very gentle."

Harry blushed slightly at the way he referred to Hermione, though smiled proudly. He didn't bother to correct the older man and Hermione was too busy stroking the white horse's coat and wasn't paying attention. "What's her name?" she asked.

"Lily," he answered, not understanding the significance of the name.

Hermione looked up and caught Harry's eye. She smiled softly at him, sending him her love without having to say the three words.

"And you can ride this one. It's a stallion, meaning a male," as he brought the horse around to stand in front of Harry, he added at the look on Harry's face, "don't worry, he is very gentle also."

"What's his name?" Hermione asked again, petting him with the other hand.

"Hero," he replied. "Get on now and I'll tell you how to steer and all," he told them.

Harry went behind Hermione and pushed her up. She shifted her weight and got comfortable, smiling down at him. Harry went and stood next to Hero and looked up at him, nervously. He didn't know how to get on without making a fool out of himself.

"Need help?" the man asked, holding the horse's reins.

"No, no, I got it," he mumbled, as he put one foot in the stirrup and grabbed onto the saddle. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up. He thought he had it until he felt his butt skim the seat and the next thing he knew he was on the sand -- on the other side of the horse.

"Harry!" he heard Hermione cry in concern, and, he could tell, trying hard not to laugh. "Are you all right?"

He grunted and pushed himself up. He could feel the heat in his cheeks and knew he must be red as a tomato, so he bent down and pretended to brush the sand off himself. He had obviously pushed up too hard and instead of pulling himself on the saddle, he pulled himself over the saddle.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" he asked again, smiling kindly.

"No, I'm fine," Harry answered, grabbing onto the saddle once more. He took a deep breath and pulled himself up, this time he was actually on the horse.

Hermione smiled proudly at him and he couldn't help but smile sheepishly back. The man gave him the reins then told them exactly what to do.

"You know, I could also take you in the water, about above the horse's knees," he told them, earning another squeal from Hermione and a glare from Harry who thought it difficult enough to ride the horse on solid ground.

Seeing the terrified look on Harry's face stopped Hermione from pouncing on the idea however, so she said, "No, this will be just fine. Thank you!" She smiled when she heard Harry's loud sigh of relief.

They set off and Harry, who had been sitting stiffly on Hero's back with his jaw clenched together, slowly eased in the movement of the beautiful horse.

"You know," he said after a few minutes of riding in silence, "this isn't so bad. I also know that if it were anyone else but you right now, I would be on fire with embarrassment."

Hermione laughed at this and reached over to touch his hand, amazed at the fact that he still sent a jolt of electricity through her body when they touched. When she went to remove her hand he held fast to it and brought his horse closer to hers.

The two horses nuzzled each other as Harry and Hermione laced their fingers together. As they walked along the shore with the waves sliding against the horse's feet, Hermione couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be.

She couldn't help to think that it wasn't just because she was in beautiful Jamaica but because she was there with Harry. In fact, it didn't even matter where she was as long as Harry was there with her.

It was their last day in Jamaica and there they were in their hotel room when a beautiful sunny day out on the beach was awaiting them. Hermione didn't mind though, especially since she didn't want Harry to stop doing what he was doing.

"Mmm ... A little to the left ... Lower ..." she murmured, lifting her chin, so he could slide kisses down her throat.

Harry smiled against her neck and raised his lips to her own, loving the way she melted into him. Her hands slid under his shirt and up and down his chest, making his skin tingle and his heart pound. She pulled away slowly, biting his bottom lip gently before pulling away entirely.

Harry groaned. "Why'd you stop?" he mumbled, his eyes still closed. When she didn't answer, he opened his eyes, rolled off of her and plopped down on his back.

"It's our last day, we should be outside buying gifts for everyone," Hermione told him, still on fire from his touch.

"You don't think they'll just be happy to see us, do you?" he asked with a grin, eyes still burning brightly. He lifted a finger and traced lazy circles on Hermione's exposed stomach.

She swallowed slowly, his fingers making patterns on her skin was making her dizzy. "I doubt it," she answered softly, her eyes fluttering closed as his lips replaced his fingers.

"We should bring the whole gang up here sometime. That would be fun," he said in between kisses.

Hermione sighed happily, not really paying attention to his words. "Yeah ... Marie and Clara ... should come too ... they'd love ... it ... here," she answered breathlessly.

As soon as her sentence was out, Harry had stopped his teasing and was now off the bed entirely. "You're right, we should be out right now. It is our last day after all." With that he was in the restroom in a flash.

It took Hermione a moment to fully comprehend what had just happened and she shook her head to clear all the yummy thoughts that had been running around while Harry was kissing her. She got off the bed and went over to the restroom, flicking her wand behind her as she went, causing the sheets and pillows to arrange themselves.

"Harry, are you okay?" she called, knocking softly. The door was locked and though she could have opened it easily, she respected his privacy.

"Y-yeah, perfectly all right," he called back, failing at trying to sound cheerful.

"Harry ..."

The door swung open and there was Harry, with the most guilty look on his face.

Hermione looked up at him, now clearly puzzled. "What's wrong?"

He didn't want to tell her about Marie now, not while they were alone in paradise and having the time of their lives. Not while Hermione was so happy. He couldn't ruin all that for her just because he failed to tell her sooner. He struggled for the right words. "I-I found something out at work last week ..."

He swallowed thickly, looking as if someone had just asked him to kiss a Blast-Ended Skrewt. This worried her and she took his hands hers. Though she wanted to know what was troubling him, she knew he would tell her eventually, so she said, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, hon."

He opened his mouth to say something then shut it. After doing this for a minute, he finally nodded. "I do want to tell you, love, but not right now. Okay?"

"That's fine," she told him, smiling reassuringly. "Whenever you feel ready." She reached up on her toes and kissed him softly on the tip of his nose. "Come on, we have gifts to buy!"

Harry gave a sigh of relief and was extremely grateful that he had found someone as understanding as Hermione. He watched her pick out her clothes and get ready with an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. He hoped she would still be understanding when he told her about Marie.

"Ooh! Ginny would just love this! And this would be great for Lavender when she has the baby ..."

Harry was trying very hard to pay attention, he really was, but shopping for gifts wasn't his thing. Actually, just shopping wasn't his thing. He looked up at the necklace/anklet set made from shells she was holding up for Ginny and the small blanket intricately woven with colorful thread to form three dolphins jumping out of the sea for Lavender's baby and smiled, nodding slightly.

Lucky for him, Hermione took this gesture to mean he agreed with her purchases and headed to the cashier, a plump, jovial woman who reminded Harry of Mrs. Weasley, only Jamaican style.

"Ah, you do know how to shop, my dear," she commented in a heavy but kind Jamaican accent.

Hermione beamed with pride and led the lady in a conversation on how the right shells are picked for all the pretty necklaces they sell.

Harry took this time to look around the store until he found what he was looking for. He picked up the small packages and pretended to be looking at some hats when Hermione called to him.

"I'll be there in a second, hon," he called, waiting until she was out of the small hut and waiting out in the sun. He took his purchases and handed it to the lady.

"This for your wife?" she asked, nodding her head in the direction of Hermione.

"Actually, she's my fiance," Harry corrected, also looking at Hermione, who was helping a little boy build a sand castle nearby. He smiled softly at her, though unknowingly, and turned to look at the lady when she let out a soft laugh.

"You love her, no?"

"Very much," he answered, taking the small bag from her hands and handing her the money.

"She loves you too, I can tell. It's the way you look at each other, almost like there is no one else in the world but you two."

Harry smiled politely and made a move to go, thanking her. He was about to leave when her next statement stopped him.

"Just remember that love when things turn for the worse; you will need it than more than ever."

He turned to look at her but she had vanished behind the curtain covering a doorway. Her words sent chills down his spine and he only felt warm again when he stepped out into the sun. He shook the feeling away, trying not to feel as if there was a premonition behind her saying.

Though Hermione had told Harry he could tell her what was bothering him when he was ready, she was ready to burst with concern and curiosity. She wouldn't let him see that, of course, but all she wanted to do was sit him down and force the information out of him, especially because he looked torn between having fun and worrying about whatever it is that was worrying him.

Currently she was watching him sitting out on the balcony staring out at something she couldn't see. After a few more seconds of watching him shift and sigh, she finally stood up and walked over to him, unable to take that miserable look he was wearing any longer.

"Hey babe," she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as a hug before taking a seat next to him. She would respect his wishes about telling her when he was ready but until then she would do anything to get his mind out of the dark place it was currently at.

Harry turned to smile at her, several levels of guilt trying to push their way to the surface, as he saw the love evident in her face and the concern she was trying to hide. "I have something for you," he told her, pushing his guilt away and reaching next to him for a small bag; the one he had bought at the small souvenir shop.

"Harry! You really shouldn't have. You bring me to Jamaica for seven perfect days and yet you feel you have to buy me something as well? I feel like a prat for not getting you anything," she replied, slowly taking the bag out of his hands.

"Open it," was all he said.

She looked guiltily at him before peeking inside. "They're for your charm bracelet," he explained, glancing at the said bracelet around her wrist, glinting brightly in the sun.

One was a miniature palm tree and the other was a miniature horse, a replica of the one she had rode. Hermione smiled brightly, jumping up to give him a proper thank you. "I love them. This bracelet is going to tell the story of my life," she said with a laugh. Taking it off, she hooked the two charms to it, clasping it back around her wrist and holding it up in the sun to get a better look.

"Thank you." She kissed him softly.

Harry slid his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, holding on to her lips with his own. One way to forget his guilt was to drown himself in Hermione's arms; a technique he planned on using over and over again.

"I believe this is the fastest a week has ever gone by," Hermione said, bright and early the next morning, as they placed their luggage by the door, only to magically disappear and reappear down in the lobby.

"I say we elope here and hide away. You don't think anyone will notice, do you?" Harry asked, smirking.

Hermione smiled wistfully, wishing she had another week to relive the moments where they were water-skiing, horseback riding, swimming, jet- skiing, walking along the beach at night, or just cuddling in each other's arms.

"We can come again, you know," Harry's voice whispered in her ear and she hugged his arms that were hugging her from behind.

"I know," she replied, finding the weight of his chin on her shoulder comforting somehow.

He smiled, kissed her temple, and went over to the door. "Ready to go?"

She nodded and hand in hand they went down the hall and into the elevator, where they found themselves in the lobby, their luggage waiting for them by the revolving doors.

Harry returned their key, surprised to find the same receptionist from the first day they had arrived. She smiled brightly at him and told them to return soon, causing snickers from Hermione.

"I'm sure she meant for you to return soon, without another witch attached to your arm," she informed him, causing Harry to blush.

They grabbed their baggage and stood in front of the doors that would automatically transport them to wherever they had come from. "Ready to go out into reality?" Harry asked her, taking her hand in his.

She sighed and squeezed his hand lightly. "I guess. Good-bye Passion Paradise."

"Hermione! Harry!"

As soon as the couple had appeared on their porch, a figure came running at them, hugging Hermione so hard Harry had to place his hand on her back to keep her from falling backwards.

"Lavender! Ooh, I've missed you!" Hermione squealed back.

Ron appeared a second later, sharing a look with Harry. "Lav, they were only gone for a week," Ron said, getting a scowl from his fiance.

After the hugs were done, they stepped inside the house, the girls discussing Hermione's tan and the guys talking about Harry's horseback riding experience.

Ginny and Draco had joined them twenty-minutes later and they had only just settled down when the doorbell rang.

"Remus! Hi!"

"Harry, welcome back," Lupin replied, though much more seriously then Harry would have expected.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, noticing Remus was shifting from foot to foot.

"Who is it, love?" Hermione asked, coming up behind him, Ginny, Draco, Ron, and Lavender following behind her. "Remus!" she cried in greeting, going to hug the older man.

When she noticed he didn't seem too happy, she asked, "Did something happen?"

Figuring Harry had told Hermione about Marie Johnson, he went ahead and told them the news. "Hogsmead was attacked on Saturday by about a dozen Death Eaters. No one was killed and only two civilians suffered minor injuries."

Harry looked shocked, than angered. "Did you catch the Death Eaters?"

"We caught three of them, Harry."

"Who?"

"Well, ... Avery, Baton, and ... Johnson."

Harry paused before answering, his words stuck in his throat. He was too scared to turn around and look at Hermione who replied a second later, her voice filled with puzzlement.

"Johnson? Is that one you just found out about?" she asked, looking from Remus to Harry, who would not meet her eyes.

Lupin looked confused for a moment. "One we just found out about?" he repeated, then it dawned on him that Harry had not told Hermione about her, and he looked briefly at Harry before turning his gaze on Hermione again.

"Hermione, it's Marie Johnson."

She didn't answer for a moment than broke out into a smile. "Stop kidding with me!" she cried, punching Remus lightly in the arm, glancing around the small group. Her smile faded, however, as they all stared back at her sadly.

"I'm serious," Remus said softly.

She turned towards Harry, her jaw working furiously.

He stepped in front of her before she had a chance to scream at him. "We need to talk."

A.N.2: Hey all! Finally, I'm done! Sorry if the last couple of paragraphs seemed rushed. I had to get it out by tonight and it's late and I haven't gotten a restful night's sleep since last Saturday ... my eyes are drooping as I type. I hope you all enjoyed it, nonetheless, and that it was long enough.

Now I have to go fix the previous chapters because FF.Net is stupid and messed up my chapters! Grr ....

Anjel