Seven: I'll do this alone

A/N- So sorry I haven't posted in forever, but I have a good excuse: my friends are graduating, I have French finals and all other finals and I've been cramming every night to actually know what I'm talking about…this weekend is a long weekend so I can write and it'll all be good. On another note, this entire story is dedicated to my heroes: Ally and Moondoggy for being the best friends/people ever that I'm sorry I didn't get to know well till this year, and for just being completely great…and I will miss them dearly, because they have left school, but I'll see them again, a lot…

Disclaimer- Not mine. If we really have to go over this it's really sad and I'm going to cry.

"Harry…" Hermoine gasped, staring at Harry in wide-eyed wonder, "You…you're not dead…"

He grinned and stepped into the room, wrapping Hermoine up into his arms, he kissed her lightly on the forehead, locking his electric eyes with hers, "I'm not dead." her eyes misted up and she buried her face in his weather-beaten, worn robes.

"How?" she finally managed .

"I'm not sure, I think Dumbledore helped."

"Harry…"

"Yeah," he hugged her, "it's me…" his eyes filled with innocent question as he searched the room, "Where's Ron?" Hermoine shook her head, collapsing against him: "Oh Harry! He's not of sound mind, he…he's at St. Mungos….I, he…. Harry he went crazy after he saw you fall…" her voice broke and she rubbed her face deeper into his robes. Harry buried his face into her hair, "It's not your fault," he murmured, his voice heavy with wanting tears. Hermoine absently began to stroke his hair, her fingers twining into the unruly black locks. In his despair, Harry dipped his face and kissed her, deepening it as long pent up sensuality released itself.

Hermoine broke the kiss. It was right, it was so right, but…

But what?

This was Harry, her secret love. Harry, the boy who had befriended her, a bucktoothed-know-it-all first year, and then secretly admitted to having a slight crush on her months later. Harry that had broken her heart when he'd dated Ginny their sixth year…Harry. But something was missing, it was raw emotion, that raw animal passion, the utter dislike…No! she loved Harry. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled up into his eyes, "Everyone thought you were dead."

"I was," he whispered, tears shining in his eyes, "but I came back."

"When?" Hermoine shook her head, "Never mind, I don't need to know, I'm just-" he broke her off with a passionate kiss.

"I heard that they paired you up with Malfoy," the name was sour on his tongue, and he spit it out like a bad taste, "So I came to help."

"Harry, you're a godsend, you really are, but I can handle him."

Harry gazed at her skeptically, his eyes so full of love, Hermoine thought her heart would burst, "I'm staying here, 'mione, nothing will change my mind." Hermoine realized with brief panic, that he was leading her to the bed, Harry saw her falter and stopped, his eyes probing her with questions.

"I'm on a case…" the plea sounded weak to her even before it left her mouth. Harry laughed, "You need a break, especially with the amazing bouncing ferret by your side."

I like him by my side, I especially like him when he could be inside.

Hermoine smiled brightly through the dirty little thought, pushing it aside, "Harry, what have I done without you?"

"Nothing?" he asked hopefully.

"Exactly."

Leaning down, Harry took Hermoine's lower lip in his, and lifted her into his arms, gallantly carrying her to the bed. "This is what you want?" he asked softly, "Don't you?" she challenged.

"Yes, oh God yes, but I can wait if you're not read-" his announcement was cut short as Hermoine pulled him down on top of her. Undressing him slowly, Hermoine realized that he was powerless to stop her, the bulge in his pants was proof of that alone. Unzipping his black corduroys, she was greeted by a tent in his black boxers as his persistent erection bobbed up to meet her.

Flipping him beneath her, Hermoine straddled his lower legs, running her finger lightly, almost feather-like, down his length. She bent her head, Harry groaned, his head lolling back in anticipation, her tongue flicking out to tease him as she took him into gently into her mouth. Harry groaned and thrust upwards, Hermoine put a steadying hand on his leg, and lifted her head up to look him in the eyes. His eyes were full of smoky lust, she was completely in control.

Moving herself up, she straddled his hips and began to lower herself…

"She's driving me crazy!" Draco yelled, his bright eyes flashing in a silver blaze.

"Back to the case, Draco, you have a rebellion to stop." Snape drawled, his voice now holding a slight edge , he was only slightly agitated over Draco's mooning.

"I can't help it, she's the most infuriating person I have ever met, I have ever know!"

"Maybe you love her," Snape grinned as Draco shot him an icy look, "but what do I know?"

At Draco's lost expression, Snape leaned in to Draco, whispering quietly into his ear: "Go talk to her, argue, do something, just go see her. I doubt you'll be disappointed." Draco sidled to the door, "I need to talk to her anyways- it's time we do, we really need to talk this mission over in laymen's terms." he disappeared through the door, "I won't be long." he called over his shoulder.

"Yes you will," Snape murmured, "Once you see Potter, you'll stay for the challenge."

Harry now had Hermoine on her back, he was groaning as he pushed into her, a light dusting of sweat over his upper lip, his face hard and driven as he focused on Hermoine.

She was all light golden curls, deep liquid eyes, ivory skin, and long languid limbs. She was his best friend, she loved him; he needed love right now, he had willingly volunteered to go with Snape to tell Hermoine about his return, it was also partly because he had been told Hermoine was with Malfoy on a mission. It was a very good thing that he had decided to come…

Hermoine lay with Harry after, envisioning someone else in his place; someone with breathtakingly silver-blond hair, transparent silver-gray eyes, marble chiseled features.

No! her thoughts warned, Harry is right, he has always been right. Where is Malfoy? Not here I can tell you that. but her mind spoke too soon, because he was there, in the door, his face contorted into a hateful animalistic snarl.

"Granger!" he yelled, causing Harry to jump naked from the bed, "Potter?"

"Malfoy." Harry returned, his green eyes hardening into hateful jewels.

"You're dead."

"I am?" Harry mocked, "Doesn't seem that way to me."

Draco glared at Hermoine, wanting to yell at her betrayal, but then, she hadn't really betrayed him, he hated her.

"Granger," his voice was on the edge of homicidal, "I came to tell you that you've been reassigned, I'll do this alone, without you," his eyes narrowed as she her head away, "besides…you seem otherwise disposed at the moment." he sneered at her small gasp, her head snapped back around to face him as Harry sprang over the bed, his fists raised.

"Malfoy, you bloody arse, apologize now!"

"I think I'll wait till the wedding, then again…you do seem to have a problem with near death experiences- maybe we'll get lucky enough and you'll just go away."

Harry's eyes were blazing with fury, "I hop your father is a Death Eater, Malfoy, if he is I'm going to take great pleasure in killing him, all the while pretending that it's you."

"You won't kill him, Potter, I will."

They glared hotly at each other, Hermoine in disarrayed shock on the bed, "Have fun, Granger, but I hope you know that he's just using you to get off until he can find little Weaslette." and he was gone, Hermoine yelling: "Sorry!" at the slamming door.

But why? Why was she sorry?

"Arsehole," Harry grumbled as he slipped back into bed, taking Hermoine in his arms, "Now where were we?

A/N- Ha! Ok, conflicting emotions are fun, my imagination is spent, it'll regroup quickly, god I hate finals! Please send me reviews, I'll dedicate a story to all of you if you do, I'm so frickin' bored…then again, it is 9:44 on Saturday morning…why am I awake?