Disclaimer: You know already. This story is inspired by the movie "The City of Glass". I got the song "Try To Remember" from there too.

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Note: Like what Neville said in the last chapter, this entry is R-rated, so if you can't stand it, skip this entry. Or you can be like Ginny and read until the R-rated part comes. But I suggest to take the 'Ginny' route, because the non R-rated part is an awfully long one.

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Chapter 13: 21st January 2003 Part 1

Dear Diary,

It's already after 12am. Harry is sleeping beside me in his birthday suit, his arm draping over my back. I should be sleeping as well but I wanted to write this down while I still have the energy and the memory is still fresh in my mind.

Yesterday I woke up in our bed, feeling totally refreshed. Harry was already out of bed. I could hear him washing up in the bathroom. I stretched myself lazily before getting out of bed. Yawning, I went to the bathroom to wash up as well.

When I got in there, I giggled at the sight of Harry. He was looking at the mirror, his face had shaving cream on and he had a razor in his hand. His hair was messier than usual and he only had his white boxers on.

Harry heard me giggling, glanced at me and asked in fake anger, "What's the matter, you never seen a man shaving before?"

I struggled not to laugh. "No." I answered cheekily and grinned.

"Haven't you tried shaving before?" asked Harry slowly as he ran the razor down his cheek.

"No, of course not."

Harry looked at me. "Oh really?" he asked, and reached for the can of shaving cream.

Uh oh. I knew what he was planning to do, he was going to put the shaving cream on ME. I screamed and ran out of the bathroom.

"Come back here!" he called and chased after me to the main room. Laughing, I jumped onto the bed and buried myself under the sheets.

Realising that he couldn't catch me without ruining the sheets, he called, "Come out, Hermione."

"No way." I said.

Then I heard silence. Thinking that Harry was probably waiting for me to come out of the sheets so that he could attack me with the shaving cream, I refused to reveal myself.

The silence just went on and on.

A few minutes later, I poked my head out of the sheets and....

Harry was there, sitting on the edge of the bed with his face clean and his hand holding the shaving cream. He grinned evilly once he saw my face.

"Ah!" I screamed and tried to duck back down under the sheets but he caught hold of them and pulled them down. "Oh no, you don't!"

He pulled so hard that I lost my grip on the sheets and he pinned me down with just one arm before I could move.

Shaking the can of shaving cream, he gave a wicked laugh and said, "Let's see what Hermione Granger looks like with shaving cream on her face."

"Oh no!" I cried and squeezed my eyes shut.

I heard the sound of the nozzle being squeezed and felt something on my cheeks.

"Don't move now...." Harry said seriously, "I don't want any cream to get into your nose or mouth...."

A few seconds later, Harry's arm left my body and he was laughing like crazy. I opened my eyes and saw him on the floor, pointing at me and laughing at the same time. The can was on the floor.

Thinking that he must have had done something ridiculous on my face, I got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

I gasped at my reflection, Harry had applied a small amount of cream on my cheeks, chin and nose. He even added his own 'signature': a lightning shaped cream on my forehead, just like the scar he used to have.

"HARRY POTTER!!!!!" I shrieked. "I'M GOING TO GET YOU!"

Grabbing my pink lipstick, I ran out of the bathroom, it's payback time!

I couldn't remember how long the chase last, but I did remember I catch Harry from behind and we fell on the bed, laughing madly.

"Ah, I'm sorry, please forgive me!" cried Harry.

"Apology is NOT accepted!" I said, waving my lipstick and with a stroke, I drew a horizontal line on his cheek, then another, and another... I did the same for his other cheek.

I replaced the cap on my lipstick and threw it aside. "Oh kitty, you look so much like my darling Harry....." I said playfully and placed my hand on his chest and stroked his hair like how I did with my cat's fur. Crookshanks died 3 years ago.

Realising what I have done to his face, Harry just purred and licked my hand. Giggling, I rested my head on his chest. "I love this new cat of mine, he looks just like my lover."

"Not only that, this cat could talk too." said Harry. "And kiss his owner."

With that, he kissed me on the forehead, carefully not to touch the cream.

"Hm-mm." I said, smiling.

We stayed in that position for quite a while before we decided to get off the bed and have breakfast.

After breakfast in our room, we grabbed our swimming costumes, suntan lotion and other things we needed for the beach. We went for the lift at our floor and while we were waiting, a handsome man with blond hair and tanned skin came out of his room (which was next to ours) and approached us.

"Morning." he said.

"Morning." we replied cheerfully.

"My name is Aaron."

"My name is," Harry paused. "Daniel. This is my wife, Emma."

Aaron looked at me. I could see his eyes examining me from head to toe. I swallowed nervously. Why was he looking at me like that?

"You have a beautiful wife." said Aaron finally.

"Thank you." said Harry and squeezed my hand gently. His affections dissolved my nervousness completely.

The lift came and we went in.

As the lift went down, we were silent. I could feel Aaron's eyes on me all the while. I glanced at him and saw him practically staring at my chest. His eyes travelled down to my thighs. I wished I hadn't worn the white, low neck, sleeveless top and my blue shorts, which was so short that my whole legs could be seen.

We arrived to the beach and Diary, it looked perfect in daytime! The sand was white, the ocean was sparkling blue and the sky was clear, with no clouds at all.

"Come on, let's find a spot." said Harry and holding my hand, he took me across the beach.

We found a nice sunny spot and we just dumped our stuff there. Shaking the mat, Harry said, "You go and change your clothes, I will take out everything."

Nodding, I took my bag and went to the changing room.

I changed into my red bikini and checked myself in the mirror outside the cubicle before I left the changing room.

I walked across the beach and men had been staring at me, licking their lips and their eyes filled with lust. The sun had worked on its magic on my creamy skin. The wind blew my hair onto my face and I reached up to push it away, which made the men to swallow their saliva. They acted like they had seen a Veela. They must be dying to get their hands on me, ripping my bikini top away and kissing me right on the spot.

"Dirty–minded men." I thought angrily.

I got back to our spot and found Harry putting down the suntan lotion. Once he saw me, his mouth dropped open, then he closed it and blinked at me.

Now Harry was an exception. I didn't mind if he took me right now on the beach. But I knew he would not do that. He's a perfect gentleman and would wait until we got back to our room, where we could have privacy.

"You look great." said Harry, smiling.

I smiled back and sat down beside him. "Thank you. Now it's your turn to change."

He took his things and went off. I sat on the mat and looked out to the beach. The waters looked great. I couldn't wait for Harry to get back so that we could play it.

I sighed in satisfaction and lay down on the mat with my eyes close. Even though my eyes were close, I could feel outsiders' gaze on my body. Feeling slightly irritated, I opened my eyes, grabbed my towel and covered my body with it.

"Take that." I thought and closed my eyes again.

"Emma, what are you doing?" asked Harry a minute later.

I opened my eyes and saw Harry staring at me as if he had seen a bright pink Blast-Ended Skrewt. He had his swimming trunks on.

"Is this a new way of getting a suntan?" he asked.

I blushed slightly. "No." I sat up and removed my towel. Harry sat down beside me. "Just that I could feel men staring at me. They are looking at my body...."

Harry looked around him and frowned deeply, as if he was trying to give everyone a warning. Then he turned to me and said gently, "Don't worry, I'm here. If any of these jerks comes near you, I'll give him a piece of my mind."

I smiled at him and placed a hand on his cheek. "Thanks." I kissed him lightly on the lips. "Now how about helping me with the suntan lotion? I could use some help for my back."

"Only if you promise to help me with mine."

"Sure."

I lay on my stomach and Harry untied the upper part of my swimsuit. I smiled in satisfaction as he rubbed the lotion gently on my back, I could imagine the men's faces now, green with envy and jealousy as they watched Harry with his hands on my back.

"Okay, done." said Harry and neatly tied back my bikini top.

I got up and it was Harry's turn to have his back applied. As I did his back, I could see women with their mouths dropped open at our direction. I rolled my eyes, were we the only couple on this beach? Why was everyone enjoying staring at us?

"Done." I said and applied the lotion on the rest of my body. Harry sat up and waited patiently for me to finish so that he could use it.

"So what now? Swimming or sunbathing?" I asked when Harry was done applying his skin with the lotion.

"Hm, I don't know, I was thinking about doing something else." said Harry.

I looked around the beach to see what Harry had targeted on. "Like what?"

"Like throwing you in the water." said Harry.

I looked at Harry and he was grinning, mischievously.

"Oh no....." I said slowly.

"Oh yes." said Harry as he inched towards me. I moved back, and then I got up to my feet. I ran towards the ocean but Harry caught up with in less than a second.

"Gotcha!" he said, catching me around my waist and carrying me up in his arms. Then he marched towards the ocean.

Ignoring my screams, Harry went all the way until the water was up to his waist. Then he.....

SPLASH

.....tossed me right into the water. He laughed. But he wouldn't be laughing for long.

I resurfaced, grasped his hand when he wasn't looking and pulled hard.

"Ah!"

SPLASH

Ha, serves him right for tossing me into the water. Now Harry was as wet as me.

Is this what the Chinese call "dragging someone into the water?"

Coughing and spluttering, Harry wiped the water off his face while I laughed as hard as I could. Then I swam away before he decided to have his revenge.

We spent the first half of the afternoon swimming. By the time we went ashore, it was already 3pm.

After we wiped ourselves dry, Harry asked, "How about some ice cream, Emma?"

"Great." I said, smiling.

"Be right back." said Harry and he went off.

A second later, I realised that Harry didn't ask me what kind of flavour I wanted. Oh well, I guessed that he already knew what I wanted so he wouldn't need to ask.

I put on my sunglasses and lay comfortably on the mat. I breathed in the sea air and exhaled. I loved this vacation, it's great.

I saw a shadow on the sand and thought that it was Harry's. "Back already, Darling?"

I looked up and blinked. It wasn't Harry.

It was Aaron.

I took off my sunglasses and stood up. "Hello, Aaron."

I wondered whether my tone wasn't cold enough or Aaron was just too stupid to catch the message: 'Back off', he just smiled back and said, "Hello, Emma."

"What do you want?" I asked and without moving, looking behind his shoulder to see whether Harry was back yet.

"Nothing, I just want to have a little....chat." said Aaron slowly.

Where the hell did Harry go?

"About what?" I asked coolly. "If you want to apologize about the way you stare at me at the lift....."

"Apologize? Why should I?" asked Aaron, smiling.

My jaws dropped.

"W-Why?" I asked back. "You shouldn't stare at somebody else's wife like that....."

"I thought you like it." said Aaron softly. "Dear Emma...."

Come on, Harry, come back right now, please.....

Suddenly, Aaron grasped my hand.

"Hey, let go!" I cried and tried to tug my hand free.

"You are a very beautiful woman, Emma, are you interested in having an affair as beautiful as yourself?" asked Aaron.

"For your information, Mister, I'm having one right now." I thought but I said, "No way, I love Daniel."

"What's so good about your husband?" demanded Aaron.

Good, a chance for me to say how much I loved Harry.

"Well, from where we come from, he is famous, very famous. Everyone in my, um, country knows his name. He is a legend, a national hero, he saves his country from an evil threat, twice. He is powerful, capable Auro, I mean, policeman,"

As I was talking, I continued to try to pull my hand from his grasp.

"No one dares to provoke him once they know who he is. His name is everywhere, there are movies and books about him and his name could be found in our history books. He is good at our national sport, if he isn't so keen on being a policeman, he would have become a national player."

Aaron raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

"But I don't love him because he's famous. I love him because he is sweet and charming. I know him since I was 10 and we grow up together. He loves me very much and I love him too."

Aaron narrowed his eyes.

"You won't once you are in love with someone else." said Aaron in confidence. "Come with me, Emma, come to my hotel room.... didn't you say that he's a hero? Well, let's see whether he could save you from me....."

"No! Daniel! Help!" I cried when I saw Harry marching towards me, looking as if he was going kill someone.

"Dan....." I started when Harry putted his finger to his lips. I shut up and Harry tiptoed towards us.

Then he tapped Aaron on the shoulder. "Excuse me?" he asked politely.

"What?" growled Aaron before he turned around.

POW

Harry threw a swift punch across Aaron's face. Aaron let go of my hand in pain and landed on the sand.

"Daniel, thank goodness!" I said happily.

Putting his arm around my shoulders protectively, he glared at Aaron furiously. "How dare you touch my wife! Do you know that I could sue you for this?"

Aaron went pale slightly. Harry let go of me, bended down and caught hold of Aaron's collar. He pulled him up to his feet.

"I'm warning you," he growled. "If I catch you anywhere near my wife again, you'll be very, very sorry."

Aaron didn't say anything.

Harry shook him hard. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." said Aaron quietly.

Harry let him go. "Now go away."

Aaron looked at me longingly. But that was before Harry raised his fist slowly at him, ready to give him another punch. Aaron looked at the fist and he walked away unwillingly.

"Bastard." Harry muttered angrily.

"Harry, you're great!" I squealed in delight and jumped on him, hugging him as tightly as I could.

"I told you, if any of these jerks comes near you, I'll give him a piece of my mind." said Harry when I released him and he smiled.

"Great that you did." I said softly and gave him a long lingering kiss.

We spent the rest of the day under the sun, getting a lovely tan. When evening came, most of the tourists had left the beach. We, on the other hand, decided to have a stroll on the beach before leaving.

Hand-in-hand, we walked across the beach, the waves washing our feet as they came ashore. The sun sank slowly in the horizon. The place was so beautiful that I didn't want to leave.

Harry didn't say anything throughout the whole walk but by I could feel his love for me by the way he held my hand.

We went back to the hotel when night came and we ate dinner in our room.

"Ah, I'm full!" I said, sitting on the chair. "So what are we going to do for the rest of the night?"

Harry was fooling around with the stereo. He seemed to be searching for a radio channel.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Thought that we should just listen to music for the rest of the night..... what's the channel for WWN?"

"Good idea, the channel is...." I paused. "I don't know, usually it just comes on when I switch on my radio at home."

"Mine works that way too." said Harry. Frowning, he turned the knob left and right, trying to get the WWN.

"Tune to the left.... no, to the right.... no, that's the Muggle channel...." I said as Harry tried to get hold of the WWN.

In the end, we were acting like pure-blood wizard and witch with no knowledge of muggle appliances at all, trying to get a muggle radio to work.

Frustrated, Harry tuned the knob all the way to the end.

"....Good evening to all witches and wizards out there who are listening to WWN, I'm Vesta Jove, your DJ for the night...." said the voice from the setero.

I blinked. "It worked."

Harry and I looked at each other in confusion and then at the radio channel band. The needle was pointing the end of the band, long past the last channel.

Harry looked at me, as if I had the explanation.

"Well, WWN does belong to the magical world after all." I said finally.

Harry shrugged and stood back. We then sat down beside the stereo, listening to the stereo.

".....And now onto the next dedication of the night. I got an owl post from someone named Terry, he wants to dedicate this song to his girlfriend Diana, the song is "Try To Remember"....." said the DJ.

"Hey, I like this song." said Harry happily. He looked at me and held out his hand. "Come on, Hermione, let's dance to it."

"Okay." I said without hesitation.

Holding hands, we stood up. Harry put his hand on my waist, pulled me close and held my hand tightly with his other.

The song came on:

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh
so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember and if you remember
then follow, follow.

As we danced slowly, I thought back about the Septembers Harry and I had back in our days in Hogwarts. September was the time when Harry and I met on the Hogwarts Express for the first time, went through the Sorting and got into Gryffindor. It was the time when I got the Time-Turner, when Harry was chose to be in the Quidditch team.... and oh yeah, the time when Harry and Ron got themselves into trouble by riding a flying car to Hogwarts.

Try to remember when life was so tender
When no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember and if you remember
then follow, follow.

Deep in December it's nice to remember
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December it's nice to remember
Without a hurt the heart will hollow.
Deep in December
it's nice to remember
The fire of September that made you mellow.
Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow
follow.
Follow...follow...

The song had stopped. But Harry didn't let go.

"Do you know why I like this song?" he whispered, switching off the stereo with his wandless magic.

I looked up at him. His emerald green eyes were filled with love and tenderness. "Why?" I asked softly.

"Because it reminds me of the times we have back in Hogwarts. All the things we have gone through, all the lovely memories..." he said quietly.

He lowered our hands and we just stood there, our hands together. "Now this song reminds me of the time we have spent lately as well. Last year is a memorable one. September is the time when we reunited and celebrated your 22nd birthday, remember?"

I walked closer to me and put my arms around his neck. "Of course I do. And do you remember what happened in December last year?"

Harry nodded slowly and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Do you want to experience that again tonight?" I whispered.

Harry didn't answer. Instead he lowered his head and kissed me on the lips.

I let Harry licked my lips before I opened my mouth. Harry slipped his tongue into my mouth and it duelled with mine immediately. I moaned and held on to him tighter....

"I'm out of here," said Ginny, getting up. "Looks like the R-rated part is coming. I'm going to tell Neville about the front part...."

"Hey, Ginny, come on! You won't die by listening to the R-rated part!" called George but Ginny had already gone out of the sliding doors. "Remind me to bring Lethe to St Mungo's when I'm free." he said to Alicia. "She needs a blood test."

Oliver continued.

....Still kissing, we moved and fell right onto bed. Harry's lips left mine and before I could protest, he pushed me flat on my back before unbuttoning his shirt. Catching the message, I removed my top myself.

I was about to unzip my shorts when Harry caught hold of my hand. "Wait, I'll do it." he said softly.

I let him.

Harry removed my shorts and panties. He looked at me with lust in his eyes and he lowered himself on me, kissing me on my neck. I sighed and ran my hand through his black hair. He continued and trailed his kisses down to my left breast. I tilted my head and gasped as he licked and sucked on my harden nipple. Then he used his left hand to cup my other breast and I panted as I clutched the sheets tightly with my fist.

Harry touched my skin with his kisses all the way to my stomach before he lifted himself slightly off my body and shifted himself down.

The next thing I knew, he blew a soft but warm breath over the insides of my thighs. I drew in my breath sharply and let it out as a wave of orgasm washed over me. My body arched, aching for Harry to enter. My heartbeat was now as fast as a wild Golden Snitch. I panted as Harry came back up to my head and we kissed hungrily.

Harry's lips left mine and while he was planting his kisses on my shoulder, I managed to say, ".....Harry....take....me...."

Harry didn't need me to tell him anymore, for he immediately thrust himself into me. I threw my head back and moaned loudly in pleasure. I dug my nails hard into his shoulders. Harry was like a powerful lion, I could felt his strength each time he thrust deeply into me. Waves of orgasm kept coming back to me like the waves of the ocean with each of his moves.

I cried out his name when my climax came and Harry gasped and trembled slightly before he fell weakly on top of me, breathing heavily.

Gasping for air, I ran my hands on his smooth back and kissed his forehead. Harry gave me a light kiss before he gathered all his strength and pushed himself off me and lay flat on his back beside me.

He looked at me tiredly; sweat was breaking out at his forehead. I smiled at him, caressed his cheek lovingly and whispered, "Sleep now, my dear."

Harry smiled at me before he closed his eyes. I moved forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Sweet dreams."

That's all for now. I will update later tonight for today. It's already 2am and I must get some sleep now, good night.

Hermione

"Phew, this is a long entry!" said Oliver, flipping the next page. "Ron, how about you reading the next entry?"

"Me?" asked Ron.

"Yeah, as far as I remember, you haven't read a single entry." said Oliver.

Swallowing, Ron slowly took over the diary from Oliver.

"I'm going to get Ginny and Neville." said Lavender and she went out.

Ron stared at Hermione's handwriting on her diary. Suddenly he realised that this handwriting belonged to his friend.

His dead friend.

Swallowing again nervously, Ron took a deep breath and let it out.

The group didn't say anything. Lavender came back with Neville and Ginny and they sat down quietly.

"Okay, Ronald Weasley, you can do this. Hermione is dead, this is her diary and this entry talks about her time with Harry in Miami, okay....." Ron told himself silently. "You won't cry while reading, you mustn't..."

The group stared at Ron.

Ron sniffed, cleared his throat and started to read.