The HK: Hogwarts Kismet

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4. Darts of pleasure

Lavender started to cry whilst Harry sunk to the floor in a state of shock.

"W…what?" he said feebly. Lavender shot him a look that could kill, tears streaming down her blotchy, make-up stained face.

"What Harry? Do you need me to bloody spell it out for you? I AM PREGNANT!" she shrieked. Harry couldn't believe it. He couldn't even move. It was like he was frozen inside. Lavender joined him on the floor, howling in an almost manic way. Harry shook his head, this couldn't happen to him. He was Harry Potter.

"Are you sure it's mine? Are you SURE?" he asked desperately. Lavender looked up at him, hurt.

"Of course it's yours you fucking idiot! Who else's could it be? This is YOUR fault Harry so you can't try and look for a way out like you usually do when you're in a life changing situation!" she cried.

"Lavender are you sure, are you sure?" Harry shook her shoulder's asking her over and over.

"Stop it Harry, stop…"she whimpered, crying, "your hurting me, stop it…"

Harry gave up and fell back. What was he going to do? He stood up and looked down at the shriveled figure before him. She looked up at him, her big eyes welled up with tears.

"Harry…where are you going?" she said quietly. He didn't reply, he just left.

Hermione sat in her common room, curled up on the big, red sofa reading a huge novel. She liked reading…it was an easy way for her to escape from reality. She snuggled up to a cushion and delved deep into the story. She forgot that time was even passing, when she read it was like the world just stopped. Then she heard a cough and she glanced up from her book and came back into the real world, which, apparently, had definitely still been moving. Draco had suddenly appeared on the green, velvet armchair that was directly opposite her, and he was gazing at her deeply, the curtains were drawn back so she guessed that it was almost night.

"Oh…uh, sorry I didn't mean to…err…interrupt" Draco mumbled, his cheeks turning a soft pink. He quickly looked away, but Hermione continued to stare at him.

"No, um…thanks I…forgot that I was supposed to…um," she forgot what to say as Draco turned his head to look at her again, his big silvery eyes shining. They stared at each other again, like they had many times before. Almost a whole 10 minutes passed while they just sat there, looking at each other. Hermione's eyes traced over his body, and lingered on his lips, they delved into his eyes and studied every detail of him, scanning over more than once. When she had finally inspected every little thing that she could see of him, she shook out of her trance and closed her book.

"Um…well…I think I should go to bed now," she said softly, rising from the sofa. Draco looked at her, a cheeky smile flashed across his face.

"It's only eight" he said quietly. Hermione blushed, feeling really stupid, and smiled.

"Oh…" she glanced down at her feet, how come Draco made her feel so embarrassed? She glanced over at him, he had a smug smile across his face.

"Well…I guess I'll go have a shower instead then…" she said, feeling funny just even saying the word shower. Draco definitely felt funny with even the thought of Hermione and a shower. Hermione threw her book onto the couch and walked into her room. She reappeared a few minutes later only to disappear again into the bathroom. When Hermione stepped into the bathroom she could smell his shampoo mixed with his cologne that sat next to the sink. After she had finished taking in his scent she stepped into the shower.

As soon as Draco heard her turn on the shower he swiftly moved over to the couch she had been snuggled on, secretly wishing he was snuggled there with her. He picked up the book she had been reading titled 'Chinese Cinderella'. He shrugged, Must be some muggle thing he thought to himself. He curled up on the couch, much the way Hermione had earlier, and buried his head in a pillow. It smelled like her hair, softly sweet yet tangy.

When Hermione exited the bathroom in her pajamas, navy shorts and a black tank top, her eyes fell upon Draco's sleeping form. His hair fell over his eyes and his face looked so innocent. Suddenly she felt an overwhelming sense of cheekiness, and she smirked to herself and decided to get her own back on him for saying that little 'it's only eight' comment, which had made her feel like a complete idiot. She quietly padded over to the couch and knelt down beside him. She admired his face a little longer. Snapping herself out of the trance, she stood up slightly, her legs just bent. In one swift movement she pulled him off the sofa and jumped over him, landing comfortably on the big, red sofa. Draco uttered a rather amusing cry before landing sprawled on the floor. He looked over at her and the devilish grin that played across her face. He'd never seen this side of her before…and he sort of liked it. He picked himself up with mock anger on his face.

"Your going to pay for that Granger!" He said playfully. He felt a bit uneasy though…as far as he knew…he and Hermione weren't on 'playful' terms, but he felt reassured when she raised one eyebrow and teasingly replied, "Oh yeh? How?"

Draco chuckled…wondering what had gotten her in such a feisty mood. He didn't know what to do or how to react to her cheeky act, he was still a bit wary of her. He decided that if he wanted to be with her, he should take this chance, he wouldn't let her go so easily this time. Suddenly, he pounced on her - going along with her playful mood. He skillfully landed with his arms and legs either side of her in a push up position. Hermione shrieked in fear and then giggled. Damn! she looks good up close hethought to himself.

"Like this…" Draco whispered, bending his head down and gently capturing her lips in a soft kiss. Then pulled away slowly, wanting to see her reaction.

"Who said you should stop?" she said seductively. Acting on instinct, Hermione slid her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and kissed him passionately. Draco was taken back, but he gradually got used to the warm feeling of her soft, sweet lips. He carefully placed his whole body weight on her willing himself to not be heavy. Hermione felt his muscles relax and smiled into his mouth. She had wanted this for so, so long…she couldn't believe it was finally happening. He was leading, and his tongue ran along her lips. She granted him access and their tongues clashed in sweet war. He explored her mouth with his tongue, and nibbled on her bottom lip. Fuck me, he's the best kisser ever! Hermione's insides were screaming. She felt so good…like she was finally doing something that had been forbidden for so long. Wanting to lead, Hermione pulled away, and started to suck lightly on his neck. Draco uttered a groan of pleasure. Then he put his hand on the side of her face, bringing their mouths back together. They lay on the sofa, kissing slowly, trying to savour every moment of their delayed longing for each other. After what seemed like hours they pulled away from each other, both a little out of breath, but both were swept off their feet. Draco lay on top of Hermione, lost in her eyes. They were sweet, full of love and kindness, and the colour... oh the colour, they were deep chocolate brown and flashed gold in the dancing firelight. He sighed with content and ran his finger down her cheek, like the time before when they had bumped into each other in the common room.

She smiled, a feeling of complete and utter bliss overwhelming her. Hermione found his eyes equally as breath taking. They were a soft pale blue, and changed colour with his mood. Whenever he looked at her she found soft pale blue eyes; but she had noticed that when he turned to another she found they turned into a dark, icy blue. Hermione found that when he was angry, they flashed cold, hard silver steel. She was brought back to reality by his sigh. She stared up at him, and kissed him softly again.

"Umm...Draco...look, I'm sorry about before when I…" Hermione started to mumble but didn't finish. He silenced her with his lips - again.

"Don't ruin it…" he whispered into her lips. She smiled. After a few moments of gazing at each other, Draco mumbled… "Oh," realizing that he was kind of squashing her, "I'll just..." He rolled off of her and fell, very ungracefully, to the floor. Hermione couldn't help but laugh at him, she sat up, but leaned down and wrapped her tanned,golden arms around his neck. She rolled onto the floor, much more gracefully than he had done. They started to kiss again, this time Hermione lay on top of Draco. She leaned back against the sofa, and let out a soft groan as Draco sucked lightly on her neck, the way she had done to him before. She could feel the heat from his body as she pulled him closer to her, until they couldn't get any closer. He ran his tongue down her neck and her collarbone, and his hand ran up and down her back. She saw the clock on the wall and realized that it was getting late…she was didn't want to get carried away either..

"I…um…" she let out a small moan, "uh….think I'm going to go to bed now." She only just managed to say, pulling him back from her. He sighed, staring at her with his baby blue eyes, he didn't want to stop kissing her, or feeling her.

"Ok..." he replied regretfully, "I'll see you in the morning?" He asked, kissing her sweetly. She nodded, and hung onto his lips for a little longer than she had intended, but eventually forced herself to tear away. She embraced him in a warm, intimate hug, enjoying the feel of his body against hers.

He was so glad that they had finally acknowledged each others feelings, they'd been resisting it for too long. Every time he touched her Hermoine made his skin feel electric and his blood feel like it was on fire. Even the sound of her, any sound that came from her, was like music to his ears. After what seemed like eternity, they finally broke apart and dragged themselves away from each other, going into their separate rooms. They both eventually fell asleep, dreaming of only one other person, not thinking of anything other than the happiness they felt together.

Harry was still in shock. He sat outside, in the freezing, black darkness, staring at the glaring, icy moon. He was panicking. There was no way out this time. No way. How could he have been so, so, stupid? No, this was beyond stupid. What was he going to do? He couldn't just slowly, excruciatingly, watch his life waste away before his eyes. He felt a spasm of shivers throughout his body. No, this couldn't be happening, not to him. A silent tear fled down his cheek. He looked up at the stars and recounted them for the fifth time, wondering if he had missed one, one that he could wish on a thousand times more.

"Harry?" a shaky, soft voice called out into the darkness. Harry spun around to see who it was. Lavender saw him sitting on the damp grass, the moonlight shining on his face, illuminating his sad, silver-green eyes that were shimmering with tears.

"Harry…" she said again softly. She walked over to him and sat beside him. He looked up at her. She looked calmer, like she'd gotten to grips with even the idea of the whole situation. She looked at him, and took his hand, her pale eyes looking lost and confused still.

"Harry…I…" she mumbled, she couldn't figure out what to say. She looked up at the moon, and her light brown hair swayed in the cool breeze.

"Harry…,"she sighed, "I understand if you want to stay here at Hogwarts, I mean, you are 'Harry Potter'…but, well…I'll have to leave obviously…and…" she paused, she was on the verge of tears, her lip trembled, and she broke into tears, "I'm…you could come with me but…I'm…I'm sorry…I…" she sobbed, tears now streaming down her cheeks. Harry looked up her, and felt an immense emotion sweep over him. Guilt. It poured into his veins, and clogged up his throat. He looked at her, sitting on the wet grass, looking at the stars, crying, the moonlight shining on her silvery eyes, and realized for the first time, the beauty of her. He saw the real Lavender Brown for the first time, the real, confused, lost Lavender that had always been there, even before she found out she was pregnant. It shocked him, because he had only known the crazy, wild Lavender. "Come here." He said softly. She leaned towards him and he put his arm around her.She buried her face in his chest still cryin; and in that moment, Harry made a decision. Lavender didn't deserve to have the burden of something he'd very much been the cause of, she shouldn't be held responsible. Harry would be a real man, for once in his life…he would make his father proud, in a different way than everyone expected him to.

He was going to stick by Lavender, he was going to go with her when she went.

He was going to leave Hogwarts. "L-Lavender..." Harry mumbled into her hair, "I think... I think I'm falling in love with you..." He buried his face further into her hair. "I already have..." She whispered back, into his chest.

A/N: Awwwwwwwwwwww... everything is ok now... or is it? Lots of love in this one - and Harry finally stops being a dick... yay! Hope you all like it please review! Will write again soon, love us!

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