Introduction
She was a lady, well, not exactly, but she wasn't a girl anymore either, so you could say she was a…teen? Yes, that was her insight of what she was. He was in the same situation as her; not yet a man, nor a boy any longer. He was just like her…a teen, yet older, and that was his insight of himself.
She had a dream, an ambition, an aspiration, and that was to sing and be known, be famous for her singing talents. Many would have expected her to engage in something more to her area of expertise, like teaching or tutoring. He, on the other hand, was already known for defeating evil at its worst shape and form, and that specific event occurred when he was just a baby. He still wanted to continue reiging over evil, though. It was his dream, and now that he was no longer a child, but a capable person of strength and courage who could, and would, willingly fight evil, becoming an auror, was how he would do it.
She was a straight-a student, always top of the class, not to mention the 'point-earner' of Gryffindor house. Not really the typical bookworm but just the book-obsessed kind of person. He, simply, wasn't, but was always craving for adventure and mysteries. Ever since his first year, he would always be in some kind of knot wherein he'd have to fight evil even though it wasn't really planned on.
They were best friends, he and she, and little did they know that they were about to become more than that in a few years time.
Chapter 1 - unfinished business
Harry Potter and Hermione Granger are now spending their last 2 days at a place hidden to many non-magic folk or muggles; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
On a cold winter's night at about 11:30pm, Hermione Granger was sitting on a couch in the common room with her guitar beside her, composing a song, now that she had finished all the books she possessed and read each about a hundred times. She had taken guitar lessons over the summer and she was now writing a song for her beloved, Harry Potter. They weren't really together yet, though they were familiar of the feelings of love they had for each other.
She scribbled on a piece of parchment, stopping every now and then to hum the tune of the song, sing the lyrics or cross out any unworthy words. Her song went something like this:
I lie awake at nightSee things in black and white
I've only got you inside my mind
You know you have made me blind
I lie awake and pray
That you will look my way
I have all this longing in my heart
I knew it right from the start
Oh my pretty, pretty boy I love you
Like I never ever loved no one before you
Pretty, pretty boy of mine
Just tell me you love me too
Oh my pretty, pretty boy I need you
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I do
Let me inside, make me stay
Right beside you.
I used to write your name
And put it in a frame
And sometimes I think I hear you call
Right from my bedroom wall
You stayed a little while
And touched me with your smile
And what can I say to make you mine
To reach out for you in time
Oh my pretty, pretty boy I love you
Like I never ever loved no one before you
Pretty, pretty boy of mine
Just tell me you love me too
Oh my pretty, pretty boy I need you
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I do
Let me inside, make me stay,
Right beside you.
Composed for my beloved, Harry…
Before this, she had already composed tons of songs for him during her free time throughout the school year. Her most favorite song, which she was now re-reading, went like this:
From the moment you looked at meAnd ever since you called my name
You were everything that I see
And now I'm caught up in this game
My mind is spinnin' round and round
There's something special I have found
And every time I close my eyes
All I can think of is you and me
Oh baby can't you see
That everything you do (everything that you do)
Makes me wanna go ooh, ooh, ah, ah
Everything you say (everything that you say)
Makes me wanna go ooh, ooh, ah, ah
They're trying to build a fence
By saying that this won't last
And they tell me I don't have a chance
That everything moves too fast
My heart is screaming 'round and around
There's something special I have found,
And every time I close my eyes,
All I can think of is you and me.
Whoa baby can't you see
That everything you do (everything that you do)
Makes me wanna go ooh, ooh, ah, ah
Everything you say (everything that you say)
Makes me wanna go ooh, ooh, ah, ah (rep. Twice)
Composed for my beloved: Harry
All these were practically related to Harry and his effects on her.
Just as she was reviewing a verse of her song, the door of the common room creaked open. She didn't even look up for she was much too absorbed in her song that it was almost as if everything around her just evaporated.
She yawned heartily, when suddenly a fragrant white rose appeared in front of her so it was almost level to her lips. She smiled; for she knew only one person would do this 'trick' to flatter her. She sniffed and looked up, and saw Harry. "Hey beautiful," he exclaimed softly, placing the flower gently on the desk. Hermione tried not to blush wildly at his words, but managed to turn pink in the process, "Hey yourself, handsome" she replied just as softly. There was silence as they stared at each other. "Whatcha writing?" said Harry suddenly, breaking the silence... He was grinning as he tilted his head to read the composition. Hermione did not, under any circumstances, want Harry to find out what she was writing, other wise he'd spoil the surprise she had set for her earlier today.
She hastily snatched the paper off the desk before Harry had a chance to read and stuffed it hastily into her book bag. Harry was taken aback, and yet he still attempted, and wanted, to get Hermione to spill the beans on him. "C'mon, Hermione," he said in a baby-ish, begging sort of tone that Hermione had difficulty resisting, "Just a little peek?" Hermione just couldn't help herself, and she was quickly engaged in a fit of giggles. "Harry, no" she said, still too giggly to try to sound serious. Harry was all too amused to see Hermione like this, so happy. He sat down beside her and tickled her gently.
Even though he had just recently broken up with Ginny, he couldn't help but fall even more deep in love with Hermione. The day Harry told her that was before Dumbledore's death.
They had agreed to keep their feelings a secret, so that Hermione wouldn't be in danger of being killed by Harry's enemy, Voldemort. The plan had worked so far, so that Harry 'dated' Ginny, who was more that willing to cooperate and Hermione was 'dating' Ron. They considered their plan successful, but as the days had gone by, Harry was missing Hermione more and more. He was missing the times when he hugged her and kissed her. He missed the feel of her soft skin and the taste of her luscious lips. He also missed the smell of vanilla shampoo and apple-cinnamon cologne that blended perfectly, not only together, but also with her very sweet-spicy attitude.
Little did Harry know that Hermione was feeling exactly the same way. The day they decided to portray their love to other people as part of their plan was the most stupid thing Hermione ever wanted to do, but, of course, she wasn't thinking then. Their little 'charade' had gone off so well that eventually, Ginny decided to conclude that Harry was her official boyfriend. This hurt Hermione so much, she thought she would never get Harry back, and that kiss that Harry gave her after they had won the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw on their sixth year only made her hopes sink lower. At night, she used to cry herself senseless, which was not an appropriate thing, for a person in-love, to be doing. And then there was Ron, who she tried so hard not to fall in love with, in hopes that Harry would soon remember their plan and get her back.
These ideas of hurt and betrayal soon left their minds as soon as they stepped once again into the familiar surroundings of Hogwarts, for they were very willing, with higher-than-heaven hopes, that they could forgive each other and start anew. This seemed to have worked, if only Ginny were not around insisting that Harry was still her boyfriend no matter what he or her friends said. Hermione had finally learned to hate her, which was something she did not really want to do.
An eerie, painstaking, and piercing silence suddenly erupted between the two of them. Harry was now sitting very close to Hermione, so that they were almost nose-to-nose. They had not intended for this to happen, but since they did love each other and no one else was around, they decided to take advantage of the moment and make love. Harry's lips gently touched Hermione's, and as it did, his heart leapt out of place and settled somewhere in his bellybutton when it fell. This familiar feel was all he had been longing for. He cupped her face in his hands and caressed it gently. Her soft, flawless skin was something he had been longing for as well. She clutched his neck longingly and opened her lips slightly for him to gain access. They were now inside each other, which had never felt so good. Harry slid his hands down Hermione's waist and let it linger there for a while. He carefully unzipped the jacket she was wearing, and her white button –up shirt was exposed. He slowly pulled away from Hermione's lips and kissed her neck, unbuttoning her shirt as he did. Hermione had also wanted for this to happen. She had been longing for this opportunity to just be alone with Harry, and here it was. She was now topless, except for her bra, and she was just about to take off her jeans, but first decided to get Harry in the act. She gripped the ends of his shirt and gently forced it off his evenly muscled body. She ran her fingers through his hair as he planted small kisses on her neck and tummy. He pulled off the band that was holding together Hermione's hair, and it fell to her waist.
They were lying beside each other on the couch, almost devouring each other with frantic kisses. It was only a few minutes after they started this 'session', when they heard footsteps echoing through the halls just outside the common room. They froze. The footsteps were getting louder and louder as it neared them. Irritated with the sudden interruption, they quickly pulled their garments back on, fixed their hair, and both of them tried their best not to look flushed. The footsteps stopped right in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, and mentioned the password (Swiss Chocolate). The portrait swung open with a lazy creak, and the couple inside found out that it was Ginny who entered.
She was not at all surprised to see Harry and Hermione almost lying on top of each other on the couch, each of them looking flushed. On the contrary, she did not even seem to notice their presence. She wobbled slightly as she walked, her eyes were red and puffy, and the air was suddenly filled with the choking scent of fire whiskey. Harry stood up almost abruptly, causing Hermione to almost fall off the couch. She scowled at him. He looked at Ginny apologetically and walked towards her. "Ginny," he whispered. Ginny shot a look at Harry and was suddenly engaged in a fit of low and high pitched giggles. Harry and Hermione both exchanged bewildered and worried looks. "Ginny," said Harry again, more firmly this time, "Are you ok?" Ginny smiled menacingly and flung herself onto Harry. He tried his best to pull away, because, one, Hermione was here, and, two, her breath was not at all pleasant.
"Harry, howww tthoughtfulll off youu tto assk" replied Ginny, apparently drunk. Hermione scowled and folded her arms across her chest. "I was hic jussst haavinngg a llittle hic pppartty wwith Grred and hic Fforrgee in the Room of hic Requirement." Harry couldn't take anymore of her high pitched speaking for it was fairly deafening, and if he inhaled any more of that morbid breath, he was sure he would puke.
He pulled away, tugging from her grip, but before he could, Ginny pressed her lips hard on his. Hermione's arms fell limp on her sides as her mouth fell wide open, then tears started to well up in her eyes. She understood that they were only pretending, but this was already the second time they had kissed, and that was more that she could take.
Before she could stop herself, she bellowed, "How could you, Harry?"
Tears were now freely flowing from her eyes, dampening her cheeks, "I thought you loved me? This is just part of the plan, is it not? Our plan, remember? The one you planned, so I wouldn't get hurt? I appreciate that, but if you just keep on kissing Ginny, and not do a fucking thing about, and after you've just snogged me, I am hurt! I have the feeling you are the one not following the bloody plan, Harry, and I think I deserve something better, don't you think so? Merlin!"
As she finished her sentence, Harry had finally managed to pull away from the drunken Ginny. He tried to stop Hermione, but an empty inkbottle she threw at him hit him sharply on the head, narrowly missing his scar. She didn't even bother to look back at him. She just darted straight for the girl's common room, blast the door open with a flick of her wand and slammed it shut, leaving a bleeding Harry staring after her.