Story title- Who's is it?

Author- J.E.R. Potter

Rating- R

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-Jackie

Chapter 2

Hermione's Visit… Unexpectedly

The next morning at seven o'clock sharp, Harry got up because he heard Aunt Petunia in the kitchen. He got out of his bed, then went into the bathroom after making sure no one was in there.

He took a shower, and then put on boxers with little snitches over them that were flying around. Then, he put on a pair of kind of baggy jeans that he had got from Ron after Ron had grown out of them. Harry really didn't care if they were Ron's clothes, which was okay with him. Then, he put on a green under shirt that brought out his eyes.

After he brushed his teeth, and tried again getting his hair down, which ending up failing, again, he gave up and went downstairs to see Aunt Petunia and ask her about going to Hermione's house.

"Hello, Harry," Aunt Petunia said as Harry walked in the kitchen.

"Hi," Harry said.

"Why are you up so early? It's a Saturday, shouldn't you be asleep?" Aunt Petunia asked, looking over at him from the stove.

"Yeah, but I have to be up by ten. Is it okay if I go to the Grangers' for the rest of the summer? They drive a regular car, unlike Mr. Weasley did," Harry said.

"It's perfectly fine with me, Harry. What time did you say again?" Aunt Petunia asked.

"Ten is when Mrs. Granger and Hermione will be here," Harry said.

"Hermione… Isn't that the beautiful girl you were with at the end of the year?"

"Ye-- Wait!"

Aunt Petunia laughed softly. "It's alright, Harry. I already knew that you fantasized her. Since you were about… 14? But the you were blinded by that one girl… Cho something, I believe," she said.

Harry didn't say anything. He smiled at his aunt, then headed upstairs to get packed.

He did that in less than ten minutes. It was easy to pack, because all of his things were still packed in his trunk mostly. He looked at the clock, and noticed that he still had two hours to go till Hermione got there. He sighed, and then went back downstairs.

"Would you please go and get my some milk from the freezer outside in the garage?" Aunt Petunia asked as soon as he walked into the kitchen.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," he said, and then headed outside to the garage.

When he was out there, getting the milk, he swore that he heard a noise. It sounded familiar, but then, he couldn't place it just yet.

"Let--Me--Go!!!" came a soft, horrified female voice.

"No, you silly mud blood," said an evil voice that Harry could place exactly as Voldemort's.

The girl screamed, and that is when Harry realized that it was Hermione's voice. He ran over to where he heard the voices, and saw Voldemort, but he didn't see Hermione.

"Your little boyfriend can't save you now, you know," Voldemort whispered into the hidden Hermione's ear.

"Let her go, you bastard!" Harry yelled, pulling out his wand.

Voldemort looked back at Harry, smiled evilly, and then disappeared.

That left a very bloody, horrified, and naked Hermione noticeable to Harry.

"Hermione!" Harry said as he went over to her. He got down by her. Any other time, the fact that she was purely naked would have affected Harry, but it didn't at the time.

Hermione didn't speak, and Harry noticed she was out cold. Harry took off his shirt, and put it on her, then, being careful not to hurt her, he picked her up.

He walked back into the kitchen, forgetting the milk. He looked over to figure out were Aunt Petunia was, but he didn't see her. So, he walked up to his room, and laid Hermione down on his bed.

"Thank you Merlin for letting me finding her before the little bastard could kill her. Also, thank you Merlin for Dumbledore giving me permission to perform magic when needed, and Madame Pomfrey for teaching me healing magic," he said pulling out his wand. He healed her quickly.

Hermione began to stir. "Har---" she began, but was cut off by Harry.

"Don't speak, Hermione. Rest your voice. I don't know how your voice box took it yet," Harry said.

Hermione listened to Harry. She knew that he meant everything for the best.

Harry looked down at Hermione, and thought of how beautiful she was. It was just horrible that Voldemort had just raped her. He knew that it was his fault. He had written so many letters to his dead godfather, thinking that he would still get them. But in his heart he knew he wouldn't ever get them. He guessed now that Voldemort had somehow got the letters, and read them.

"Harry, it's not your fault, if that's what you're thinking," Hermione said in her soft voice.

Harry looked down at her small figure. She was only 5'4", and weight like 110 pounds he guessed. Her honey brown hair fell around her shoulders, letting all the beautiful curls fall just right around her. Her chocolate brown eyes were pouring into his emerald ones.

She's changed… A lot, Harry thought. "Hermione, it is to my fault that Volde--"

"Harry, please, on Merlin's grave, do not say his name," Hermione begged.

"Alright, Mione. I won't," Harry said, sitting down on his bed by Hermione. He looked over at his clock, and noticed it was now nine fifteen.

"Forty-five minutes?" Hermione asked, looking at the clock at the same time.

Harry nodded.

"Listen, Harry, please, don't tell anyone about this," Hermione said.

"But Mione, we have too. Usually you're the one giving advice, but I have to one this one. Mione, you have to tell someone about what he's done to you."

"I will, but not now. Are you--" she began, but then noticed how little clothing she was wearing, and blushed.

"Don't worry, Mione. I'm not always a perv, you know," Harry said, smiling.

Hermione laughed. "Oh don't I know that Harry James Potter. Ever since you met that new Gryffindor student from last year, Darren Rowland, everyone in the house had become perverted!"
"I can't blame them. Look at you, Mione! You're drop dead sexy!"

"No I'm not. I'm ugly. Don't go saying anything different, Mr. Potter," Hermione said.

If only she knew how much I love her… Wait! "Did I just say I love her?"

"Love who, Harry?" Hermione asked, looking confused.

"What? Huh?" Harry asked.

"You just said did I just say I love her? What did you mean?"

"Oh, nothing, Herms. Nothing," Harry said.

Hermione didn't look convinced, but she didn't ask further.

"POTTER!!" came from downstairs.

When Uncle Vernon yelled, it sent Hermione flying into Harry's arms.

Harry looked down at her, and, not meaning to, just crazy hormones reacting, leaned down and kissed her.