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Chapter 7: December 26th 2002

Dear Diary,

You can't believe what I did yesterday. Viktor would probably file for a divorce if he finds out. Ready to hear what I did? Okay, here I go.

I. Slept. With. Harry. Potter.

Get it? I slept with him and he made love to me.

And I didn't feel guilty at all, not a bit.

Let me started from the beginning...

When I came down for breakfast this morning, Viktor was already gone, leaving a note that said:

Hermione,

Gone for Scotland for a match, won't be back for a few days.

Viktor

Like I care. As far as I concerned, he might as well don't come back. After how he treated me...

I spent the whole morning unwrapping gifts. Then I went on as usual, listening to the radio, reading magazines, (I really wished that I had a TV) and drew. (Yes, I did drawings) I even started to draw a portrait of Harry. A pretty good one so far, I must say.

In the evening, the doorbell rang and I went to get it. Harry was at the door, wearing a white shirt, brown windbreaker and dark blue jeans. It wasn't snowing today, but the weather was cold enough.

"Um, hi." he said.

I smiled at him. "Hi."

To my surprise, he didn't smile back. "Are you free today?"

"Of course."

He looked serious. "Would you mind having dinner with me?"

"Love to."

We had dinner in the Leaky Cauldron. Harry behaved oddly throughout the whole dinner. He didn't talk much. Most of the time, he talked as if he was going mute the next day and he wanted to use his last chance of talking. But at dinner, all he said was "What would you like to eat?". And that's it.

He also kept staring at me with an awful expression on his face. He looked like I was going to die any moment.

Harry walked me home, silently.

Finally, I couldn't take it any longer.

"Harry, is there something wrong?"

Harry blinked. "What?"

"You looked at me as if I'm dying, then you hardly said a word today. You are so, I don't know, weird today."

Harry paused. "I am?"

I frowned slightly.

Harry sighed. "Is Krum home?"

"No, in fact he won't be back for a few days."

"Then we better talk inside."

Harry sat down on the chair in the living room.

I took off my scarf. "Want anything to drink?"

Harry shook his head slowly. "No... Hermione, we need to talk."

Uh oh, that didn't sound good. I sat down near him on another chair. "What is it?"

Harry lowered his head and stared at the floor. He was quiet for quite a while before he started talking. "Hermione... I, um..."

I waited patiently.

"I think we should stop seeing each other."

I froze. What did he just say? "What?" I whispered.

"I said, we should stop seeing each other." Harry repeated, his hands clasped together tightly as he continued to look at the floor.

I felt like my heart had stopped beating for a second and everything around me had frozen in time. "Why?"

"Because, um, Krum has found us kissing each other..." he said weakly, still looking at the floor.

"So what?" I asked.

"We shouldn't kiss, you know. But we did, and that's a big mistake. I mean, I don't even know why I kiss you. I must have too much of Mr Weasley's wine..."

My mouth dropped open. "You think you kiss me because you have drunk too much, and you don't know what you are doing?"

Harry was still for a moment. "Yes, I guess."

I felt like my heart was breaking into thousand of pieces. "Is that mean you have no feelings for me at all?" I asked, nearly in tears.

"Yes."

I jumped up from my seat.

Harry finally looked up and stared at me with shock.

I sniffled. "Then everything about you is a lie. Well, thanks for acting like you care, and making me feel like I was the only one. And thanks for letting me know you are done playing with me!"

When I was done, tears had already started to roll down my cheeks. Harry's eyes widened.

"I hate you, Harry Potter." I said quietly as I wiped away my tears slowly. "You were so good to me and I thought..." I didn't finish my sentence, I didn't want to finish it. It was too painful to.

"What about the confession you made when you were drunk last month? You said you were falling for me and didn't care about the fact that I'm married. Was that a lie too?" I demanded instead.

Harry's mouth dropped open. "How did you..."

"It was me who carried you home from the Three Broomsticks, not Ron. You were too drunk to notice." I spat.

Suddenly, I didn't feel like staying in the house with Harry. I couldn't stand it, I didn't want to stay in the house with a man I was starting to hate. I marched to the door and flung it open.

I paused for a while before I turned back. Harry was still on the chair. "I used to love you too, Harry. But not anymore."

I ran out of the door and down the hill. I couldn't trust a man anymore. All of them were the same, they were capable of toying women's feelings...

I heard Harry yelling, "Hermione... Hermione, come back!"

I ignored him. I hated Harry now and I didn't want to have anything to do with him. He should be happy that I didn't give him a slap before I left.

I heard footsteps behind me and I ignored that too. Harry grabbed me from behind.

"Let go of me!"

"Hermione, please!"

He held my hands and I struggled to pull them free of his grasp.

"Hermione, listen to me!"

"No!"

"Hermione, I didn't realize that you love me as well..."

I stopped struggling. I turned around and looked at him. Harry looked desperate and guilty at the same time.

"I'm sorry." he whispered, his voice sounded odd. Was he going to cry?

"Hermione, I'm an idiot. I thought that I could live on without you. Turns out I can't. I'm so sorry..." he continued.

I sniffled and I was still weeping. Harry let go of my hands, reached up and wiped away my tears with his own hand.

"I love you, Hermione. Please forgive me." he said softly.

I gazed into his green eyes, which looked as if they were going to fill with tears like mine. I lifted my trembling hand to his cheek and touched it, as if it was a very dangerous thing to do.

Harry caught hold of my hand and pulled it gently to his lips. He kissed it tenderly. I sighed softly as he did.

He released my hand and we gazed at each other. We kissed. Slowly and gently at first, then our kiss turned passionate, our tongues fought tremendously.

We finally let go of each other for air and when we did, I realized that we were still out in the cold. The night, chilly wind blew at us and we shivered.

"Let's go back." I said, my teeth chattering slightly.

Harry nodded and we went back to my house, with our arms around each other.

Harry and I were sitting together on the couch in front of the fireplace. We had talked for a long time about our lives in Hogwarts.

"Remember our first year in our first Transfiguration lesson? You and Ron came late for class." I grinned.

Harry groaned. "Don't remind me, I still remember what McGonagall said when I said we got lost."

We recited together. "Then perhaps a map? I trust you won't need one to find your seats."

I laughed merrily. I hadn't laugh like that with someone I loved for years. Suddenly I noticed Harry wasn't laughing.

I stopped immediately and frowned at him. He had a look with a mixture of love and amazement. "What?"

"You looked beautiful when you laugh." he said truthfully.

I blushed slightly. Viktor hadn't said that to me for years. I stared at him. The light from the fire at the fireplace actually made him glow... like a god. His lips looked red and inviting, his features were perfect...

Suddenly, I realized Harry was thinking of the same thing about me, because he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Wow, he acted faster than I did.

I held on to him for a while as he put his arms around me. Then he pushed me down flat on my couch as we kissed.

His lips left mine and I groaned in protest.

"Shh," he said softly, placing a finger on my lips. "Do you know what I want to do for Christmas?"

"What?" I whispered.

"What do you want?" he asked instead.

I smiled and whispered in his ear. "I want you to carry me to the stars."

"Exactly." he said softly and kissed me on the neck. I sighed in satisfaction as I put my arms around his neck. This was what I wanted for years in my loveless marriage.

Harry stopped and frowned. I looked down and noticed that he was going to remove my sweater. I reached down to remove his shirt as well. I went lower to unzip his jeans and he did the same to mine. We took off our underwear as well. A minute later, we were naked as babies.

Harry continued from where he stopped and he cupped one of my breasts as he kissed the hollow of my neck. I groaned softly, my desire for him was getting deeper; I couldn't wait for him to enter me...

I was lost in my thoughts when I suddenly felt a shiver went through me. Harry had taken one of my breasts in his mouth and I could feel him licking my tight, hard nipple.

I gasped, my breath was getting shorter, my body arched. I wanted more, Harry, give me more...

He lowered himself down on me, his hard manhood was just outside the hot, damp core of mine and I was reaching fast to my climax.

"Harry... Harry, take me now before I burst into flames..." I said breathlessly, running my hands against his smooth back.

Harry kissed me on the breasts before he thrust himself deep within me. I breathed in sharply and clutched on his shoulders.

"Oh Harry!" I cried, wrapping my legs around him and pulled him closer, I wanted him to be surrounded by me completely.

He cried out my name too, which, to me, sounded like an angel calling. My climax came and I thought there was nothing that was better than this. I felt like he had really brought me to the stars, I was going higher and higher...

Ginny was right, the feeling was far beyond words.

We cried out each other's names as we made love, kissed hungrily and finally we were extremely tired at around 2am in the morning. I fell back on the couch and Harry, breathing heavily, lay his head down on my breasts. His lips still caressed my skin lovingly. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. He looked up, smiled at me tiredly and closed his eyes to sleep.

With my wandless magic, I summoned a blanket over from upstairs and I covered ourselves before I went to sleep.

I opened my eyes and looked around. Harry was now sleeping beside me, his chest raising and falling steadily. Boy, I hadn't sleep this well for years. I smiled at my lover and kissed him gently on the nose affectionately. He stirred but didn't wake up. I stared at him for a while before I got up to make breakfast.

Yes, breakfast. We did need to eat, didn't we? After all that, um, exercise.

I went for a wash-up and took a shower first, then wore my tight white T-shirt and blue shorts. I went to the kitchen and searched for things to cook.

I was cooking scrambled eggs when a pair of arms went around my waist and held me close to its owner.

"Morning, darling." whispered Harry and kissed me on the cheek. His upper body was naked.

We gave each other a short kiss on the lips. I turned back to my cooking and giggled as he kissed my neck. "Harry, stop, I'm cooking breakfast."

"But I feel like having something else for breakfast." Harry muttered.

I grinned. "Maybe next time. Go and wash up in my bathroom."

Harry pouted and let go of me. He went out of the kitchen and came back a few minutes later when I was putting breakfast on the table. He was wearing his own attire.

He smiled. "Hm, smells good."

I smiled back and we sat down.

"Not bad," said Harry after his first bite of breakfast and he grinned. "Why don't I let you in charge of my meals from today onwards?"

I wanted to reply "yes" when I thought that I couldn't. Because of Viktor. I was still married (and tied) to him.

Harry suddenly frowned, probably because he had thought of what I was thinking. "Sorry." he mumbled.

Silence.

"So what are we going to do today?" I asked, changing the topic and breaking the silence.

"We?" asked Harry and shook his head unwillingly. "I can't accompany you today. I need to go back to the Ministry this afternoon."

"Are you coming back tonight?" I asked hopefully.

"Don't think so. I probably spend the whole night hunting for dark wizards."

"Tomorrow?"

He shook his head regretfully. "I can't. What if Krum comes back?"

I felt disappointed. I was looking forward to spend the days with him. "So now you are leaving me in this empty house and the man I hate?"

Harry sighed and reached for my hand. He held it tightly. "Darling, I didn't mean to."

I didn't reply.

"I promise I will spend as much time with you as I could. In the mean time, be strong and bear with Krum. All right?"

I stared at him and he stared back pleadingly. I nodded and covered his hand with mine. He smiled slightly.

"And one more thing." he said.

"What?"

"Don't tell anyone about us. I don't want the news to leak out and alert Krum." he said seriously.

I smiled. "I won't. This is our secret."

His smile widened and we leaned forward for a kiss.

After Harry left, I went to the living room and switched my radio. Then I proceeded to work on my drawing again.

The last time I stopped, I was finishing Harry's lips. Now I needed to draw his eyes. His beautiful eyes.

I finished the drawing and signed it with flourish. I leaned back to see the whole drawing.

It looked just Harry. I couldn't wait to show it to him. But before I did, I better hide it, before Viktor discovered it and destroyed it in anger.

So that's it for today, Viktor was not back yet. But I didn't care. All I care about now was when would I see Harry again.

I'm in love, Diary.

And I'm glad.

Hermione

George whistled as he flipped the page. "This diary is getting interesting. Who wants to read the next one?"

Fred had disappeared a minute ago when George read the part about the painting. At first, the group thought that he was sick of all the mushy stuff, but then he came down the stairs, with something under his arm.

"Fred, what are you doing up there?" asked Angelina.

"Looking for the drawing. If Hermione loves it very much, she would have brought it here."

"And you found it?" asked Oliver.

"Of course," said Fred and pulled out the drawing under his arm. "Ta-da!"

All of them except Fred had their jaws dropped at the sight of the drawing.

"It's beautiful." said Katie in awe.

"Hermione is a good artist." said Ron.

"Was." corrected Lavender.

Ron glared at his girlfriend, does she has to remind him that Hermione was dead? And thinking of Hermione's death reminded him of Harry's as well.

Silence.

"Err, will someone get Neville and Ginny?" asked Fred, breaking the silence. "I think they would like to see this."

"I'll go." said Oliver and got up.

Oliver left and Ron stared at the drawing. It was depressing to know that your friend was dead and this drawing was one of the things she left behind.

"Anyone wants to read the next entry?" asked Alicia slowly.

Silence.

"I'll read it." said Angelina as Ginny, Neville and Oliver came into the house.

"Wow, nice drawing, Fred! Did you draw it?" asked Ginny when Fred showed her the drawing.

"No, Hermione did." said Ron quietly.

Ginny's cheek went pink. She remembered how painful it was to Ron to have both of his best friends dead.

"Err, give me the diary, George." said Alicia and George handed the diary over.

Alicia started to read. "10 of January, 2003. Dear Diary, guess what? Harry and I decided to go on vacation..."