Disclaimer: It would be wonderful if I owned them... *bambi eyes*... pretty
please? with a cherry and a cupcake and ice cream with hot fudge on top?
*sniffles abit* damn now i'm hungry.
To all: I was told that the reviews to the newer version of chapter 9 couldn't be posted for those who had already posted for the old chapter. Sorry about that. and I sincerely missed your comments. Please combine the reviews for chapter 9 with this one. thanks a bil. Love you guys.
For this chapter, at least someone's getting some action. =) erm and sorry about the rating change. wasn't sure how graphic it can be for PG-13. so i took the safe road.
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Feather like caresses along her inner thigh made her gasp aloud. Immediately, familiar warm lips swept over her own, demanding her complete attention. The fiery kiss swallowed the moan that escaped her mouth.
Hungrily she pressed back against the firm body, gratified by the hardness pressing with urgency against her lower stomach. Her nose filled with his musky scent and she whimpered with need.
His hands ran languidly along her sides to the swells of her breasts. They lingered there on top of the thin material of her bra. The heat burning into her, causing her nipples to stiffen in anticipation.
He pushed against her lightly and she surrendered, falling back on the bed. His toned body covered her own as their tongues battled again for supremacy. The cool sheets yielding to their forms. She ran her fingers into his hair, stroking the base of his neck. His lips planted small gentle soft kisses, tracing the line of her jaw.
This slow love making was so unlike the frenzied passion she was used to. It was sensual and erotic, leaving her to relish the new sensations she was experiencing and feeling.
"Oh my... wait... please...stop..." She whispered incoherently.
He pretended not to hear her. His right hand slid innocently down her leg, caressing the back of her knee. She gave a weak "Oh." of surprise, panting heavily with arousal. Momentarily speechless as the breath was taken away from her.
Fearful of losing total control, she grabbed his hand, "Stop... really, I mean it."
He kissed her again slowly, with smothering passion in his eyes, before reluctantly shifting away so he could see her better. He asked curiously, "What is it Mione?"
"I... I can't do this now." Hermione gasped out, distracted by his fingers circling her erect nipples.
"Why?" He murmured, blowing cool air against her neck.
She arched her neck towards the delightful sensation, yearning for his touch again, barely able to articulate, "It's... it's not... right."
"It's not?" He smiled playfully, reaching for her again.
She stiffened as his hands wrapped around her slim waist, "Stop... don't."
He withdrew this time, irked by her rebuffs, then sighed wearily. He pouted childishly, "I guess this isn't one of those role playing games then. And here I was thinking you had a nonconsensual fetish."
Hermione giggled, then paled when she remembered her object of contemplation.
"Harry..." Hermione mused, frowning.
"Oh dammit Mione, I keep forgetting. I'm sorry, I always say the wrong thing."
They sat in silence a while longer, the sheets twisted about their naked forms.
"I guess the mood's gone now." He said wryly.
She hit him with a pillow, then laughed as he ducked the blow and tackled her by the waist. He landed on top of her, straddling her small form with his own. For a moment it seemed like he was going to kiss her again but she slid out from beneath him.
"Damn it Mione," He cursed under his breath, "Do you have to be such a tease?"
"I can't do this now, I can't do it while I'm thinking of him."
He slammed the pillow against the bed post in frustration. She flinched at the uncharacteristic show of violence.
"I'm sorry... I thought..." Hermione ventured.
"You thought what Mione?" He demanded impatiently, "Why don't you just tell me what you're thinking?"
"I..."
"You want him don't you? Just say you do. I can never measure up to him." He whispered dangerously, "Why did you lead me on like this if all you ever wanted was him?"
He made as if to leave.
"Don't say that!" Hermione screamed. "I love you, you know that."
He turned back to her then, eyes entreating her.
"I love you." She repeated, more calmly.
He settled back onto the bed, shaking slightly, "Mione, you'll be the death of me you know."
"Hush..." She soothed, rubbing his back in a large circular motion. She kissed his cheek softly, feeling the delicious roughness of his unshaven chin against her lips.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered softly, looking lost and vulnerable.
"So am I, Ron," She replied, "So am I."
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Sirius rubbed his face wearily. Glancing at the form snuggled up on Snape's couch, the blanket moving imperceptibly with each precious breath the boy took.
Sirius padded softly to the door to the inner chambers where Snape had disappeared into earlier. He lifted his hand to knock, but his knuckles had barely grazed the wood when the door eased open, silent on its well oiled hinges.
Revealing, in all its magnificence, an unconscious potions master, sprawled gracelessly on the carpet. An empty bottle of gin lay beside his prone form.
This was certainly something to drive a man to drink, Sirius mused wryly as he dragged the dead weight onto the bed. Cursing under his breath as he stubbed his toe on the bed post.
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"So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Ron asked after a few moments of innocent cuddling.
"It's about Harry." Hermione replied, "Something's up with him."
"How did I know it would be about him?" Ron sighed petulantly.
"Ron..." Hermione said warningly.
"Ok ok..." He still looked vaguely resentful, "But I don't understand how it has anything to do with why I can't make love to you."
"Because I'm worried and when I'm worried I can't get into the mood."
"You were very much into the mood just now," Ron smirked as he remembered her crying out as he...
"Ron, be serious." Hermione admonished, though her cheeks were an incriminating red.
"Ok what? Just shoot."
"You know that Harry is a very powerful wizard right?"
"Yes. Old news. Get on with it."
"Well he's starting to do wandless magic..."
"Not surprising. It's Harry after all, I stopped being surprised after that parsel tongue incident."
"...and he's not really in control of his magic."
"um... What do you mean?" Ron asked, perplexed.
"Do you notice his paintings? How strange they are getting? Not the images themselves but something else... I can't tell you what at the moment... it's hard to describe... And how they seem to move although they were painted with muggle paints? And how he thought that the trees were talking to him? How he hears voices?" Hermione explained in a rush, "Whether consciously or not, Harry is giving off raw magic. The magic interferes with the paints. And it envelops him. It's so strong that as it encompasses him it sort of whispers, the effect is especially significant when emotions are high."
"Wait... I... It makes sense really," Ron mused, "And here we were thinking that Harry just had a very distinct aura."
"Auras are a different thing altogether," Hermione dismissed testily, "Ron, Harry's in danger if it goes on like this. Now the magic is just leaking out, I think it's because there are feelings or thoughts that he can't handle and they are pushing him to the edge of his tolerance level..."
"No prizes for guessing what."
"...and if he can't handle it anymore... I don't know what will happen." Hermione ended quietly.
"The books didn't say?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Well, let's just say that all the cases ended badly," Hermione chewed her lower lip nervously, "If Harry doesn't get help now, the release of so much magic at one time will cause extensive damage to himself and all others remotely in the surrounding areas. It's like when a dam collapses. Everything downstream and in the way of the water will be destroyed."
"But I thought Harry was ok now... At least he doesn't have nightmares." Then Ron's face paled as the thought occurred to him, "Oh."
Hermione nodded, confirming his suspicions, "Silencing spells."
"Ron," She said wearily, "People don't just 'get over' things like rape and abuse. I've been lying to myself for some time that Harry had been handling it well. I was afraid... I... I should have known..."
"...that he was handling things too well." Ron finished for her.
"What should we do?" Hermione asked brokenly.
Ron gathered her into his arms, "Whatever we can do."
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how many people actually thought harry and mione were getting it on in the first part? would i actually do that? *looks wide eyed and innocent*
To Amy: well they are getting abit longer as i go along. i will try but that will mean that i will update less often. the 'harry problem' will be explained later.
To icklechuck: ooh... i love having new readers. thanks.
To BJ Jones: nice to hear from you again =). hmz... yah sirius is going to be around abit more. guilt attack from not knowing what was happening to harry.
To zeynel: aak sevie and sirius? oh no... sorry i'm not very into that match... =)... hmz... the rest. oh dear... i will fit some of them in... duh.... it's supposed to be dm/hp right? but like i always say it'll take time. i'm not deliberately torturing people here, although it's a tempting idea. make everyone wait... haha. seriously though, it's gotta be believable, so please hold on.
To Sophie: thanks a bil. i didn't know that... obviously i don't live in the UK... wow you guys are lucky then. sorry bout that. but i did try to make it up to you by rewriting the chapter. hope it's better.
To summersday: thanks alot. i'm really very flattered. =) it's nice to have someone so enthusiatic about the story!
To katrina: haha ok, glad we agree.
To noraseyes: thanks.
To stargazer: well yeah... i guess in that sense you can call me a perfectionist. i don't want the story to seem unplausable. so i had to change it.
To kyotyred: oh another new reviewer! thanks so much! thrilled that you like this so far.
To JE: oh dear, didn't mean to make you confused. =) just check what happens next in the coming chapters.
To psycho tabby cat: yeah i do know what you mean by 'bad for study habits' i get so addicted to reading all these stories and keep obsessing about them all the time. and i keep checking for updates. gosh. and as a result my A levels sucked big time. whoopz. don't do the same thing.
To Jade Maxwell: thanks. hmz... i want to make those stupid dursleys suffer too. any ideas? something likely to happen and not too extreme. i don't believe that sirius and ron and others can have their revenge by torturing them and get away without repercussions.
To suse: thanks for the really long review, could tell you put alot of thought into it and i really appreciate it. i'm glad you like the changing of POVs. =) i admit that draco is abit MIA for a slash story. but don't worry he'll come in soon.
To all: I was told that the reviews to the newer version of chapter 9 couldn't be posted for those who had already posted for the old chapter. Sorry about that. and I sincerely missed your comments. Please combine the reviews for chapter 9 with this one. thanks a bil. Love you guys.
For this chapter, at least someone's getting some action. =) erm and sorry about the rating change. wasn't sure how graphic it can be for PG-13. so i took the safe road.
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Feather like caresses along her inner thigh made her gasp aloud. Immediately, familiar warm lips swept over her own, demanding her complete attention. The fiery kiss swallowed the moan that escaped her mouth.
Hungrily she pressed back against the firm body, gratified by the hardness pressing with urgency against her lower stomach. Her nose filled with his musky scent and she whimpered with need.
His hands ran languidly along her sides to the swells of her breasts. They lingered there on top of the thin material of her bra. The heat burning into her, causing her nipples to stiffen in anticipation.
He pushed against her lightly and she surrendered, falling back on the bed. His toned body covered her own as their tongues battled again for supremacy. The cool sheets yielding to their forms. She ran her fingers into his hair, stroking the base of his neck. His lips planted small gentle soft kisses, tracing the line of her jaw.
This slow love making was so unlike the frenzied passion she was used to. It was sensual and erotic, leaving her to relish the new sensations she was experiencing and feeling.
"Oh my... wait... please...stop..." She whispered incoherently.
He pretended not to hear her. His right hand slid innocently down her leg, caressing the back of her knee. She gave a weak "Oh." of surprise, panting heavily with arousal. Momentarily speechless as the breath was taken away from her.
Fearful of losing total control, she grabbed his hand, "Stop... really, I mean it."
He kissed her again slowly, with smothering passion in his eyes, before reluctantly shifting away so he could see her better. He asked curiously, "What is it Mione?"
"I... I can't do this now." Hermione gasped out, distracted by his fingers circling her erect nipples.
"Why?" He murmured, blowing cool air against her neck.
She arched her neck towards the delightful sensation, yearning for his touch again, barely able to articulate, "It's... it's not... right."
"It's not?" He smiled playfully, reaching for her again.
She stiffened as his hands wrapped around her slim waist, "Stop... don't."
He withdrew this time, irked by her rebuffs, then sighed wearily. He pouted childishly, "I guess this isn't one of those role playing games then. And here I was thinking you had a nonconsensual fetish."
Hermione giggled, then paled when she remembered her object of contemplation.
"Harry..." Hermione mused, frowning.
"Oh dammit Mione, I keep forgetting. I'm sorry, I always say the wrong thing."
They sat in silence a while longer, the sheets twisted about their naked forms.
"I guess the mood's gone now." He said wryly.
She hit him with a pillow, then laughed as he ducked the blow and tackled her by the waist. He landed on top of her, straddling her small form with his own. For a moment it seemed like he was going to kiss her again but she slid out from beneath him.
"Damn it Mione," He cursed under his breath, "Do you have to be such a tease?"
"I can't do this now, I can't do it while I'm thinking of him."
He slammed the pillow against the bed post in frustration. She flinched at the uncharacteristic show of violence.
"I'm sorry... I thought..." Hermione ventured.
"You thought what Mione?" He demanded impatiently, "Why don't you just tell me what you're thinking?"
"I..."
"You want him don't you? Just say you do. I can never measure up to him." He whispered dangerously, "Why did you lead me on like this if all you ever wanted was him?"
He made as if to leave.
"Don't say that!" Hermione screamed. "I love you, you know that."
He turned back to her then, eyes entreating her.
"I love you." She repeated, more calmly.
He settled back onto the bed, shaking slightly, "Mione, you'll be the death of me you know."
"Hush..." She soothed, rubbing his back in a large circular motion. She kissed his cheek softly, feeling the delicious roughness of his unshaven chin against her lips.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered softly, looking lost and vulnerable.
"So am I, Ron," She replied, "So am I."
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Sirius rubbed his face wearily. Glancing at the form snuggled up on Snape's couch, the blanket moving imperceptibly with each precious breath the boy took.
Sirius padded softly to the door to the inner chambers where Snape had disappeared into earlier. He lifted his hand to knock, but his knuckles had barely grazed the wood when the door eased open, silent on its well oiled hinges.
Revealing, in all its magnificence, an unconscious potions master, sprawled gracelessly on the carpet. An empty bottle of gin lay beside his prone form.
This was certainly something to drive a man to drink, Sirius mused wryly as he dragged the dead weight onto the bed. Cursing under his breath as he stubbed his toe on the bed post.
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"So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Ron asked after a few moments of innocent cuddling.
"It's about Harry." Hermione replied, "Something's up with him."
"How did I know it would be about him?" Ron sighed petulantly.
"Ron..." Hermione said warningly.
"Ok ok..." He still looked vaguely resentful, "But I don't understand how it has anything to do with why I can't make love to you."
"Because I'm worried and when I'm worried I can't get into the mood."
"You were very much into the mood just now," Ron smirked as he remembered her crying out as he...
"Ron, be serious." Hermione admonished, though her cheeks were an incriminating red.
"Ok what? Just shoot."
"You know that Harry is a very powerful wizard right?"
"Yes. Old news. Get on with it."
"Well he's starting to do wandless magic..."
"Not surprising. It's Harry after all, I stopped being surprised after that parsel tongue incident."
"...and he's not really in control of his magic."
"um... What do you mean?" Ron asked, perplexed.
"Do you notice his paintings? How strange they are getting? Not the images themselves but something else... I can't tell you what at the moment... it's hard to describe... And how they seem to move although they were painted with muggle paints? And how he thought that the trees were talking to him? How he hears voices?" Hermione explained in a rush, "Whether consciously or not, Harry is giving off raw magic. The magic interferes with the paints. And it envelops him. It's so strong that as it encompasses him it sort of whispers, the effect is especially significant when emotions are high."
"Wait... I... It makes sense really," Ron mused, "And here we were thinking that Harry just had a very distinct aura."
"Auras are a different thing altogether," Hermione dismissed testily, "Ron, Harry's in danger if it goes on like this. Now the magic is just leaking out, I think it's because there are feelings or thoughts that he can't handle and they are pushing him to the edge of his tolerance level..."
"No prizes for guessing what."
"...and if he can't handle it anymore... I don't know what will happen." Hermione ended quietly.
"The books didn't say?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Well, let's just say that all the cases ended badly," Hermione chewed her lower lip nervously, "If Harry doesn't get help now, the release of so much magic at one time will cause extensive damage to himself and all others remotely in the surrounding areas. It's like when a dam collapses. Everything downstream and in the way of the water will be destroyed."
"But I thought Harry was ok now... At least he doesn't have nightmares." Then Ron's face paled as the thought occurred to him, "Oh."
Hermione nodded, confirming his suspicions, "Silencing spells."
"Ron," She said wearily, "People don't just 'get over' things like rape and abuse. I've been lying to myself for some time that Harry had been handling it well. I was afraid... I... I should have known..."
"...that he was handling things too well." Ron finished for her.
"What should we do?" Hermione asked brokenly.
Ron gathered her into his arms, "Whatever we can do."
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how many people actually thought harry and mione were getting it on in the first part? would i actually do that? *looks wide eyed and innocent*
To Amy: well they are getting abit longer as i go along. i will try but that will mean that i will update less often. the 'harry problem' will be explained later.
To icklechuck: ooh... i love having new readers. thanks.
To BJ Jones: nice to hear from you again =). hmz... yah sirius is going to be around abit more. guilt attack from not knowing what was happening to harry.
To zeynel: aak sevie and sirius? oh no... sorry i'm not very into that match... =)... hmz... the rest. oh dear... i will fit some of them in... duh.... it's supposed to be dm/hp right? but like i always say it'll take time. i'm not deliberately torturing people here, although it's a tempting idea. make everyone wait... haha. seriously though, it's gotta be believable, so please hold on.
To Sophie: thanks a bil. i didn't know that... obviously i don't live in the UK... wow you guys are lucky then. sorry bout that. but i did try to make it up to you by rewriting the chapter. hope it's better.
To summersday: thanks alot. i'm really very flattered. =) it's nice to have someone so enthusiatic about the story!
To katrina: haha ok, glad we agree.
To noraseyes: thanks.
To stargazer: well yeah... i guess in that sense you can call me a perfectionist. i don't want the story to seem unplausable. so i had to change it.
To kyotyred: oh another new reviewer! thanks so much! thrilled that you like this so far.
To JE: oh dear, didn't mean to make you confused. =) just check what happens next in the coming chapters.
To psycho tabby cat: yeah i do know what you mean by 'bad for study habits' i get so addicted to reading all these stories and keep obsessing about them all the time. and i keep checking for updates. gosh. and as a result my A levels sucked big time. whoopz. don't do the same thing.
To Jade Maxwell: thanks. hmz... i want to make those stupid dursleys suffer too. any ideas? something likely to happen and not too extreme. i don't believe that sirius and ron and others can have their revenge by torturing them and get away without repercussions.
To suse: thanks for the really long review, could tell you put alot of thought into it and i really appreciate it. i'm glad you like the changing of POVs. =) i admit that draco is abit MIA for a slash story. but don't worry he'll come in soon.