Internal Wounds .. x

Impaired Heart .. x

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Chapter Three .. x The Torture Within My Soul

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WARNING x sexual scene lies before you . .

I realize the fic rating, this is one of the few chapters, you can choose to not read the graphic scenes if you wish =D

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Harry felt his face go flush at the teen sitting with her skirt riding up her thighs on the common room sofa. Her white shirt was half unbuttoned revealing a slight hint of cleavage, it was thin enough that her black bra was visible through it.

"What are YOU doing up?" she echoed, looking him up and down.

Harry felt a wave of excitement run through him as she did so, was she checking him out? He couldn't help notice the tears welling up in her eyes nonetheless and retreated to her side on the sofa.

"Whats wrong, Mione?" he asked with a sympathetic look.

"Nothing." she told him, looking down at her knees.

Harry felt slightly annoyed, why was it that she wasn't telling him? "Your crying." he told her gently, placing a warm hand on her thigh. Harry hadn't realized the move he had made on her until the brunette shot his hand a curious look. "Are you alright?" he asked nervously, trying to ignore the softness of her skin or how close his hand was to running up her skirt.

"Never been better." she replied quietly, taking her watery eyes off of his hand finally and up into his eyes. Harry choked, her eyes were so beautiful.

"You sure?" he finally asked her, not taking his eyes away from hers as tears began to streak down her cheeks. "People don't usually say that when they cry."

Hermione dropped her delicate face into her hands and sobbed, "I'm not crying."

"What are you hiding from me, Hermione? I'm your best friend you can tell me." He was her best friend, yet he felt this way for her. It didn't make any sense at all.

She only dug her face into her hands deeper and turned away, Harry lent in closer to her, his lips hovering closely to her ear.

"I was at a meeting with Dumbledore." she chocked over spilled tears, he could hardly make out her words from her muffled voice in her hands. Harry waited patiently for her to continue. Finally the pretty Gryffindor raised her head from her hands, her face wet from her tears. "He told me ...th-that I was adopted." she sobbed.

Harry raised an eye brow at her, sure it was something anyone would get upset about and he understood not knowing his real parents, but something told him that wasn't why she was crying. "Hermione, it's alright." was all he could say to comfort her.

Then she threw herself at him, her face meeting his hard chest forcefully as she began to cry louder into his shirt. Harry didn't know quite how to react at first but simple hugged her back, after he got over the fact that when she had dived into him his hand had slid some ways up her skirt. He felt his ears grow hot.

"I'm pureblooded!" her muffled voice cried into his chest. "My parents were Death Eaters! What would people think if they found out?! That I belong in Slytherin?!" Was what she saying true? That after all this time of Malfoy calling her a mudblood, after all the ridicule she had to put up with...she was a pureblood all along? His eyes swelled with shock. He couldn't believe it. Hermione's parents were Death Eaters?

"But your not in Slytherin." Harry pointed out dumbly, though it actually was a pretty good point. "Your in Gryffindor, so what if your parents were dark? Your not."

For some odd reason Hermione only cried harder into his shirt, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly with fist fulls of his shirt. Harry almost felt her pain. "You make me sound like I'm so great." she sniffed, removing her lips from his shirt slightly so that he could hear her better. "I'm the most hated thing in all of Gryffindor! Hardly anyone will talk to me."

Harry felt that Hermione's foolish change of subject wasn't necessary, but nonetheless reassured her, "Lots of people like you." he paused as Hermione flashed him a look of disbelief. "I like you." he finished, feeling that he said to much.

"Right, I'm your friend Harry. Of course you do." Hermione spat, refusing to be comforted by Harry's polite gesture.

"Hermione...I..." he trailed off, was this it? Was he going to tell her? Let her know that he thought of her in that way?...But what would it do it their friendship?

"Y-yes?" Hermione urged, looking puzzled.

"...I like you--" That was it, there was no turning back now. "I like you more...than a friend."

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Hermione's sobs came to a sudden halt. Had she heard wrong? "W-what?" she asked, not believing her ears.

"I like you." he repeated softly.

This couldn't be, Harry was her best friend! And she was seeing Draco...this wouldn't have happened if Harry had known most likely. Should she just tell him that she had feelings for Draco and not him? But no words came out, Hermione was speechless before him. Then finally she stuttered, "Harry...I-I had no idea...Why?"

There was a pause, the two didn't say anything. Hermione took a long look into Harry's deep ocean green eyes, exposed rather than shielded behind a glasses lens. Hermione never really took in what handsome eyes he had. They shone with innocence and brilliance. She suddenly wish she had green eyes as brilliant as his.

Suddenly Hermione felt Harry's warm hand on her face, wiping away the remaining tears that were on her cheeks. Hermione was of lose of words, this touch was something new. The feeling this was giving her...she had never felt it before. She watched as he lent in and mindlessly aloud his lips to embrace hers, curious of what it felt like.

Hermione let his lips lap hers madly in a passionate kiss and slowly she opened her mouth to allow his tongue to enter her mouth. Just as she felt his soft wet tongue collide with hers, he pulled away.

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What had he been doing? Harry couldn't believe he had just been shoving his tongue down his best friends throat! He couldn't help admit that he had enjoyed it for the most part. The two were panting heavily, he was craving more of her, she tasted so good..."Sorry." he apologized.

Obviously there was no need to for she gave him another long hard look and took a hand full of his shirt and pushed her lips back onto his. It was the best kiss ever, they both madly swapped saliva, knowing that having this between a friend was forbidden. Harry couldn't get enough of her taste. He could feel her heavy breathing in his open mouth. Hermione began to run her hands through his hair smoothly as his tongue traveled to every reachable point in her mouth, the more they kissed the more exciting it got.

"Harry..." Hermione managed to moan regardless to his tongue in her mouth. Harry was starting to grow hot by the sound of her saying his name like that, he wanted to hear it again.

Harry ran his hand up her shirt, feeling her soft flat stomach, he ran it past her stomach and further up. Something made him pause. Was it alright for him to touch her this way? Hermione grabbed hold of his hand just as he was retreating it and forced it down her bra, allowing him to feel her velvet firm chest. Harry felt himself harden at the sound of her moans as he massaged her, her nipple growing hard beneath his touch. They continued to kiss more harder, making him grow more excited.

Finally breaking from the kiss, Hermione climbed on top of him and aggressively pushed him down so that he sat back against the soft cushions of the couch. She began to run her hands up his shirt also, massaging his stomach muscles tauntingly. She took hold of the bottom of his T-shirt to remove it. Harry released her chest and lifted his arms to help her do so. Hermione wasted no time lifting his shirt over his head and throwing it aside.

The sexy teen sitting upright on top of him, smiled down at his torso, looking pleased with what was before her. There was no doubt Harry had the sexy athletic body any male or female longed for, a strong chest, fit biceps, abs, basically the whole package really. She lent forward, her warm breath hitting his chest. She planted kisses along his flesh with her tongue, making him melt in the moment. She worked her way up towards his neck, stopping to suck on his eye lobe.

Harry restlessly unbuttoned Hermiones top to reveal a delicate, thin, laced black bra. Hermione's breath gave a small quiver of pleasure as he slowly unhooked her bra from the front and let it hang at her sides. She was perfect, just as Harry had imagined her to be. It was his turn to grin, he placed his hands on her soft firm back and pushed her forward causing her chest to meet his mouth. He sucked passionately as Hermione grasped the scarlet couch in excitement, making small noises of pleasure.

So many things were running through his mind, but there was no turning back now...he wanted this. He wanted her. More than anything above all in this delightful moment of passion he longed for only to long.

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Hermione bit her lower lip, fighting the temptation to cry out in pleasure and most likely wake a sleeping student. The danger of getting caught only made it more adventurous. She was loving this, she knew she was. And it was all to wrong, "forbidden." she thought, clutching the velvet blood covering of the sofa in delight. But there was no turning back now, she wanted him. She had no clue why. It just felt naughty and she was loving it.

She let out a loud moan as Harry started kiss her chest with his velvet tongue more violently, attempting not to keep in mind it was her best friend that was causing her this pleasure. He planted kisses up her neck, breaking away from her chest. The kisses reminded her of those she had received tonight with Draco. Harry met her mouth and kissed her hard.

Hermione mindlessly pulled down Harry's boxers and found the right position for her hand on his package. Noticing how well sized he was, Hermione began to stroke him, not realizing any longer what she was doing. Hermione felt a jolt of excitement run through her just from watching Harry tilt his head back in pleasure and moan loudly in over whelming delight. She stroked him faster and faster, enjoying Harry's loud moans but hoping no one in their dormitories would hear. She stopped, suddenly, before Harry could reach his climax.

"Shit." he cursed into her ear. "Keep going...." he pleaded in a whisper.

She must have put the least thought in what she was doing before she removed her lingerie that night, because she had no clue what she was thinking at the moment when she positioned herself on her best friend and made love to him...

Everything seemed like a big blur in the moment for the brunette. Nothing else mattered then except the pleasure shooting through her like millions of rain droplets running through her veins. Had it never come to mind that Harry was beneath her that lonely night? Had it occurred to her what he was thinking? What he had felt...? All she had done was obeyed him when he told her to keep going, but what had it cost her...

Harry grasped her waist firmly with his strong hands as they went at it. Their breath getting louder and louder, knowing it would end soon but not knowing what they would have after they finished. Then finally, Hermione cursed out in pleasure and went limp on him after reaching her climax. Harry was panting heavily beneath her when she climbed off of him, covered in his juices. Hermione did up her bra and top and retrieved her panties and robes before turning to Harry. He hadn't moved from his position on the couch yet, he was still panting hard as he remained sitting with his back pressed into the sofa cushions. She had every intention of leaving him that way.

She whispered a spell that would clean up the mess as Harry finally pulled up his boxers and reached for his shirt. Hermione was rather confused with herself, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before whispering him good night and heading to the girls dormitories where she knew she would not get any sleep tonight.

What on earth had she just done?

end chapter three . . x

Ookay so the end wasn't that graphic, I wasn't really in the mood to right anything graphic actually. Either way it would still suck ass =D hope you'll review anyway

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