My Heart Belongs To You…Again

Chapter Fourteen: Completion, Destiny, and Love

Harry slowly got better and better, but neither Hermione nor Harry would admit it. Harry could do pretty much everything on his own. He really wouldn't need Hermione to help except for the fact that he would get really dizzy and sickly feeling every so often. It was an annoying side-affect of the spell he got hit with. He was doing really well, but Hermione wasn't leaving anytime soon. They weren't ready to not share a house and a bed (which they had been doing for quite some time, but they never went farther than sleeping!). They liked waking up in the morning with each other, then going to bed that night with each other. They didn't want anything to change. Hermione was fast asleep in her room, so Harry bent down and kissed her right next to her ear. She smiled and stretched but didn't open her eyes.

"Morning beautiful." Harry sat on her bed next to her, and she made herself comfortable around him. She smiled and finally opened her eyes.

"Are you always up before I am?"

He grinned. "I believe so, especially today. Tonight, you and I are going out to a nightclub. It's a muggle one that isn't that far away. Sound good?"

She nodded and closed her eyes, stretching again. "What time are we going?"

"We'll leave at probably around 9. Does that work?"

She nodded again. "Gives me plenty of time to shop. I need an outfit. Any suggestions?"

"Just get whatever…dress, jeans, anything. Hell, don't wear clothes."

She opened her eyes suddenly and playfully slapped his arm. "Harry James Potter!"

He laughed. "Just making sure you're awake!" She grinned and got up. She kissed him on his cheek and headed toward the bathroom.

"I'm going to go shower."

He nodded. After the heard the door shut, he laid back on the bed. He buried his face in her pillow and just laid there. After several minutes, he got up, headed out to his room, and began to figure out what he was going to wear tonight.

Harry sat at the bar, glancing every five seconds at the door. Hermione had been running a little late, so she told him to just meet her at the club. He hadn't been waiting long at all; he was just anxious to see what she picked out to wear. He just took a sip of his drink when he heard his name being called. He looked and saw, unfortunately, Sarah running at him. She was wearing big high heels, a reddish colored eye shadow with bright red lipstick, and a tight red dress that showed too much cleavage.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe you're here! I'm so happy to see you. Did that Heronkia girl finally leave?"

He glared at her for a second, and then smiled. "No actually, Hermione should be here any minute."

Suddenly, his whole body erupted in goose bumps as he felt hot breath against his ear. "Talking about me are you?"

He spun around and saw Hermione. He really didn't see her…he gaped at her. She was in a very tasteful jean skirt and a tight but not too tight black halter top. She had high heels on that made her just slightly taller than she usually was. Her hair was in loose curls in a ponytail with a few strands of hair around her face and a light gold colored eye shadow. She looked amazing.

"Hermione you look…" He couldn't even finish his sentence. She took all words out of his mouth. She got worried, seeing as how he didn't say anything.

"Do I look o.k? I had no idea what to get, but I didn't want to get too dressed up. I also didn't want to look underdressed so…"

He smiled and put a finger to her lips. "You look amazing Hermione. You really do."

She smiled. He reluctantly took his hand off of her lips, and they sat down. Sarah stood right in front of them. "Oh Harry, can we please dance? Please? I promise we'll have fun!"

"Sorry, but since Hermione just got here, I'm going to sit with her for awhile. Maybe we can dance later ok?"

She pouted and sighed. "Fine. I'll be back," she tapped his arm, "You know I can't resist you that long!" She laughed and swept her hair behind off her shoulder. She sped off toward the dance floor and grabbed a guy to dance with, making sure to stay within their eyesight. Harry sighed. Hermione grabbed his hand.

"I'm sorry I was late. I had a shoe issue."

He smiled and squeezed her hand. "I'm just glad you're here." They chatted, laughed, and just had an overall good time. Sarah demanded a few dances, but Harry refused to let her ruin their night. When it hit about 11:30, they were both getting ready to go home. Sarah ran over and put her hand on Harry's leg.

"Come on baby, one more dance for me? Please?"

He looked at Hermione, who was looking at the dance floor. "Actually," he said, looking at Hermione instead of Sarah, "I just realized Hermione and I haven't danced yet." Hermione looked at him, and he stood up. "Hermione would you like to dance with me?"

She nodded. Harry took her hand and led her to a spot on the dance floor. A song had just ended, and 'I'm Lost Without You' by Blink 182 was just starting. Hermione gasped and smiled. "I love this song." Harry just grinned at her and placed a hand around her waist, still holding her hand with his other. She put her other hand around his neck, and they swayed with the music.

I swear that I can go on forever again
Please let me know that my one bad day will end
I will go down as your lover, your friend
Give me your lips and with one kiss we begin

Harry took her hand that was in his and placed it around his neck. He placed his hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him.


Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you

She looked up at his eyes, smiled, and rested her head on his shoulder. He put his head on hers and continued to sway with her to the music.


I'll leave my room open till sunrise for you
I'll keep my eyes patiently focused on you
Where are you now I can hear footsteps, I'm dreaming
And if you will, keep me from waking to believe this

Harry was having a continuous battle with himself. It was all so right; almost too right. It was amazing and great and…he couldn't even describe it. He hadn't felt it before. He knew he loved Hermione, but what was the limit of his love?

Hermione was thinking almost the exact same thing. Everything felt so right it was like it was wrong. It was too perfect. She loved Harry…but was she in love with him?

Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you

They both somewhat pulled away from each other, not letting go, just enough to stare into each other's eyes. They had stopped dancing and were just holding on to each other. Harry's face was so close to her face they could feel each other's breaths. Their minds were both yelling a million different things at them. But their hearts only said one thing to them.

Kiss her.

Kiss him.

Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you

"Harry-" She never finished because at the sound of his name, he captured her lips with his. It was as though something had exploded inside of them. They continued to kiss, adding more heat and passion. His tongue playfully teased her lips, which drove them both insane. Hermione slowly parted her lips, and their tongues explored every inch of each other's mouths. Hermione ran her hand up into Harry's hair as Harry pulled her hips, causing them to be even closer. This was a kiss neither had ever experienced before. It wasn't a just a kiss between people who cared for each other. It was a kiss that released every emotion they had felt for each other since they were at Hogwarts. It was a kiss between two people who had gone to hell and back together many times, each time becoming closer and closer. It was their first kiss with someone they didn't love…it was someone they needed, they wanted, they craved…someone they were in love.


I'm lost without you
I'm lost without you
I'm lost without you
I'm lost without you
I'm lost without you

They finally broke apart and just stared into each other's eyes. Neither one said a word; they weren't needed. They knew how the other felt because they were feeling the same thing. Completion, destiny, and love.

Author's Note: (smiles broadly) Hope it was done to your satisfaction. The kiss I mean…the story is not over yet, whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. You think I could end the story without letting Hermione beat the crap out of Sarah for trying to take her man? Lots more to come! I had a very fun time writing this chapter, I hope you like it.