AN: Again, there may be stuff in here that you wont understand because I cut the sex scenes. That is a BIG may be. I think I was able to explain every thing, and every one by now knows exactly what is on the way for Harry and Hermione. Lol… Read on folks, and please review. I would love to hear your thoughts on my story, and the genre of "Pimp Romance". Is Harry cool enough? Hermione smart yet sexy in a nerdy kind of way enough? Is Ron? Ron…? Let me know please!

"Her mind is clean." Dumbledore tipped his head before apparating away, Tonks under his arm.

Hermione sat on the cold plastic chair in the doctor's office, her mother sitting to her left. "I can't believe I have to do this. How embarrassing."

Her mother decided that a thorough check up, including a check for AIDS was in order. It made Hermione sick to her stomach. Her parents had her on total lock down, unable to make phone calls or send owl post, she was a prisoner in her home.

"Ms. Granger." The nurse smiled at her, beckoning her forward. "If you would follow me, we will get you ready to see the doctor."

Hermione nodded lightly as she stood, following the women down a hall into a small box shaped room. Posters on the walls described various illnesses, framing the occupants of the room. A sitting table took up one wall, while a small desk and three chairs filled the rest of the room up nicely. There was also a small sink and glove box near it.

The nurse told her to strip down naked and place the paper-thin gown on her body. It was cold, and Hermione felt humiliated as the female doctor entered the room. "Hello Hermione?"

"Hello." Hermione replied, trying to sound as relaxed as possible.

"You are here, because of…"

"I had sex with my boyfriend. My mother desires I be searched for disease." Hermione spoke with controlled malice in her voice.

"I see." The doctor nodded as she began making notes on a clipboard. "Did you use protection?

Hermione thought hard about whether to answer truthfully or not, but her mouth spoke before her mind could register. "Every time." She lied.

"Good." The doctor smiled before continuing to ask her questions and fill out paperwork. "Well, I will take a little blood and then you will have your results in a week. I recommend abstaining from sexual intercourse during that time."

"I'll be abstaining from it for a very long time now." She thought bitterly as she remembered how she had thrown Harry away out of fear.

Harry stood rigidly as he eyed Sirius and Remus. He had called them to a private meeting. No hoes, no guns, and no wands. "We need to talk."

"Harry if it's about…"

"Listen while I speak."

"Look. I understand you two made a mistake, but mistakes kill people." Harry began, unaware just how deep his words cut. "I love you guys like family, but you have to understand. The game ain't a game when you walk the streets."

Sirius and Remus felt waves of guilt rush over them as they remembered all the mistakes they could have prevented. They could have saved Harry and his parents. Mistakes kill people.

"I have made mistakes to." He shuddered as he remembered vividly the day Silver died. "I wonder if I could have saved him, had I been there."

Remus and Sirius both knew what Harry was talking about, even though he had not named names.

"I'll find our replacement. Cynthia stays off the beat." Harry finally spoke, tilting a small nod at Remus. "If you two fuck up like that again. I'll put you both down."

It had only taken a handful of phone calls before Harry found a replacement for Cynthia. When Harry is on the prowl for new meat, every ho on the street wants to jump on it. Some of the women even likened it to a cushy government job.

Harry handled the entire break in process, making sure Sirius watched carefully. Remus had already left to Compton in America, a representative of Harry's power and prestige.

It was only two days before Harry was to return to Hogwarts when Remus returned. He had taken a cab from the airport to Harry's house, his image almost completely changed.

Remus stood at the door in baggy jeans, a lopsided grin on his face. "Holler at yer boy!" He called out as Cynthia opened the door with a large grin.

"Look at you!" She laughed as she noticed the blue bandana he had hanging out his left back pocket. It waved gently as he entered the house. "Crips?"

"Snoop made me an honorary member after a small scuffle." Remus laughed. "Not important." He waved his hand dismissively, but marks on his arm alerted Cynthia.

"What is that?"

"What is what?"

"That." Cynthia gripped Remus's wrist in her hand and pushed his shirtsleeve out of the way. "You got a tattoo?"

"Who got a… Remus?" Sirius walked into the room, his eyes wide as he too noticed the curly old English script running up his forearms.

"Just a little something…" Remus grinned as he tried to hide his arms.

"What does it say?"

"Nothing."

"Tell us!"

"SHOW ME!"

"What the fuck is going on?" Harry barked as he entered the room, his eyelids heavy. "What the fuck?"

"I'm back." Remus grinned as he began to Crip-walk, his lithe form dancing so fluidly he looked to be floating.

"I send you to Compton for a week, and you come back C-walking?" Harry gasped as he watched Remus dance like a pro. "And you get tats?"

Remus stopped hopping and looked down at the floor. "The one on the left says Marauders. The one on the right says Mooney." Just thought I would represent the roots.

"I want another tattoo now." Sirius scratched his head. "I want Marauders on my arm." He whined

Harry laughed, a good heartfelt laugh. "You two are a trip in yo' selves."

Harry found out that he and his group had won two trophies and several honorable mentions at the awards ceremony. Their exploits had become world famous in the underground.

"Let's celebrate." Harry grinned. "Almost time for me to get locked up again anyways, so let's hit it up at some where sorta nice."

Sirius whooped and Remus laughed as they gathered the harem up, for their last big meal together as a family before Harry returned to school.

Harry hadn't heard from Hermione since the incident at the Diner, and was surprised when he stepped into the restaurant they had decided on. Sitting at one of the tables were her parents, their scowls at Harry first noticed by Sirius.

"Want to go some where else Harry?" Sirius had offered, causing Harry to look around.

"Why?"

"Yo' dames parents are here." He replied.

"Fuck dem." Harry spat as he gave his name to the waitress handling seating arrangements. Harry almost laughed as the rest of his harem realized who was in the same restaurant. He almost felt crowded as Macey and several of his other girls began to hang off of him.

Remus grinned as Cynthia rested her head against his shoulder, waiting for their chance to be seated. "I love you." She whispered, it was a moment written in the stars. Cynthia very rarely professed her love to Remus, afraid that if she did, she would loose him.

Sirius giggled like a little girl before grabbing onto Remus's other arm, laying his head against his shoulder. "I love you Remmy Bemmy."

Harry snorted as Cynthia threatened to shank Sirius.

Eventually they were seated, and unfortunately it was right next to Hermione's parents. Both parties were severely disappointed in the arrangement.

"I just can't get no muther fuckin breaks." Harry scowled as he sat himself in a position to monitor both the entrance door, and Hermione's father.

"Don't worry daddy. It'll all be ok." Macey cooed mischievously, making sure she was loud enough for Hermione's parents to hear.

Harry threw a sideways glance at her, a smirk on his face. "You love playin dem games don't you girl." He laughed.

Macey simply nodded dramatically, one hand rubbing eagerly up and down Harry's leg.

Sirius smirked and looked about before pointing at one of the waitresses. "I like her." He grinned.

"Who?" Remus and Harry both looked as they spotted a very out of place young woman. She had died her hair dark black and wore purple eyeliner. Several holes in her lip and nose alerted every one that she had removed her piercings to perform her duty as a waitress

"Really?" Harry finally asked as the entire table stared at the girl, who looked slightly nervous.

"Yea. I'd drink her bath water." Sirius grinned.

"Sick."

The laughter at the table was infectious. Eventually the food was ordered and Harry had found the coaster under his drink very interesting. It had a fish and some words on it, and he was going to stare at it till he got that nagging feeling out of his gut.

Macey had been talking animatedly as she bounced in her seat, explaining to every one how the restaurant was her favorite place to eat when she tried to bring Harry into the conversation.

"I don't feel like talking right now 'Mione." He sighed before looking up quickly at a very angry looking Macey.

"Excuse me?" She almost shouted, her head swaying side to side as she lifted a finger in the air. "You best not have just called me by that tramps name."

Harry simply stared for a moment before cracking a smile. "Sorry girl. Damn… Don't get yo panties in a bunch." Harry suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Heeeeellllll Nooooo…." Macey whined as she began muttering quickly under her breath.

Remus's ears perked as he heard Mr. Granger complain about loud black women. He truly hoped no one else had heard, but Harry was the first on his feet.

"Mutha fu…" Harry began, but was quickly pressed back back as Macey stood, her face hard and lips pursed.

"You got some'tin to say cracker?" She spat as Sirius turned around in his chair, his legs gripping the back rest with his head resting on the back of the rest, his face filled with excitement.

"No." Mr. Granger growled as he eyed Remus suspiciously, the only one acting calm.

"Since we on speakin terms now… I gots a question." Harry stepped forward, hopping a bit as he gripped his chair. "Where is she?"

"Far from you." Mrs. Granger replied, acutely aware of the stares and silence emanating from the other restaurant goers.

Harry stared for a moment, his mind racing with several thoughts as he tried to put the pieces of a puzzle together. He didn't say a word before placing a hand on Macey's shoulder, guiding her back to her seat.

"Every thing ok now?" Sirius asked over his shoulder before spinning back around in his seat. "I was hoping to see someone beat that guy up…" He mocked a very serious frown.

Macey continued to mutter through her meal, her night obviously ruined as they finished up.

Eventually Harry and his family found their way home. It was late, and they had stopped off at an ice cream parlor, in the hopes it would be a more fitting end to the night.

"I'm sorry." Harry sighed as he dug slowly into his ice cream cup with his spoon.

"Me too." Sirius replied lazily as he lay with his head on the cool marble table they sat at.

Remus shook his head admonishingly at Sirius before turning back to Harry. "Why are you sorry?"

"I don't know. I have this knot in my stomach, I feel… sad… I think." He began. "I have never felt like this before. I think I am sick."

"Oh no." Victoria whimpered before standing and beginning to rub Harry's neck.

Harry craned into her touch, a whisper of encouragement escaping his lips as he pondered the strange expression on Remus's face.

"Have you ever thought it is… love sickness?"

"Love what?" Harry inquired, very much confused. "I knew love was chemicals, but I didn't know it made you sick to. Fuck…"

Cynthia giggled as she placed a hand over her eyes. "I can't believe you sometimes."

"What?" Harry looked genuinely confused as even Sirius was laughing softly at him. "I don't get the joke."

Macey scowled, being the only one not laughing. "I hope it's indigestion."

The night brought many revelations for Harry. His mind constantly ping ponging between Hermione and Silver's treatise on love. He never had any one he could confide in, hug, kiss, or be happy with, and now that he had tasted what it felt like, he didn't enjoy having lost it.

Harry knew sex and kisses before he met Hermione. It was his trade in fact, but he had never "made love" with a woman. Never felt so much passion as he had for a woman. Hell, he had never licked another woman's intimates before. He had given his all to Hermione, and was ready to give so much more when she had abandoned him.

"Harry?" Macey stirred softly near his body, her head tilting in the darkness. "Go to sleep."

"How did you know I was awake?" He whispered back softly, genuinely surprised she knew.

"I can tell by how you breathe." She replied. "You don't snore, but you got a different rhythm."

"Oh." Harry mouthed. After what felt like an eternity, he whispered almost inaudibly. "What is love Macey?"

Macey's breath caught in her chest, a few tears coming to her eyes in the darkness as she listened to Harry await her reply. She knew Harry had never experienced the life that a normal child should have, but she thought he at least knew love.

"I guess you're asleep." He whispered, realizing she may not wish to talk about it, as he moved to get comfortable, his body rolling onto it's side away from her.

"No." She whispered as she snuggled up closer to him, her lips pressed close to his ear. "I am awake baby."

Harry remained silent, waiting for her to continue as he felt her nose twitch in his hair.

"Love… Love is how you feel… when…" She stuttered softly, mulling over a feeling she had experienced for Harry for so long. She knew she could never be with him, and should not be bitter if he wished to pursue his own relationship.

"When?" He prodded slowly, realizing how much difficulty she was having with explaining to him the true concept of love.

"When you will do anything for that person…" She finally exhaled, her lips pressing gently against his ear.

"Even suffer?" He asked, as he rolled back over to face her. It felt as though a revelation had passed over him.

"Even die for that person." She whispered, their faces only inches from each other. "Do what they want, and ignore their short comings."

"Why?" He asked, a strange feeling coming over him, as he realized just how close he was to Macey's face.

"Because…"

Her face slowly decreased the distance between the two as she breathed slowly across his lips.

"You… love… that person…"

Harry felt her soft lips press against his, her tongue slowly exploring his mouth. For a moment, he enjoyed her touch, her complete confession. His mouth slowly opened to greet hers, but as their tongues met, his mind raced with a shout of control.

He didn't even speak as he pulled back, the soft scent of jasmine playing under his nose, as he pulled in the reigns on his self-control. He couldn't see her eyes in the dark, but he could hear her breath as she tried to stifle her tears.

"Harry?" She whimpered softly as he rolled over, unable to face her, even in darkness.

He felt as though his chest were on fire as his stomach churned. Macey pressed her head into his back, the silky wetness of her tears streaking slowly from her face and down his back. It sent chills up his spine as he fought with himself to sleep. The last thing he remembered feeling was the soft digging of her fingernails in his back as her muffled sobs haunted his dreams.

Harry had a very fitful sleep. It was filled with dreams of Hermione and Macey fighting each other while Silver Magick watched on. When he finally awoke, his heart was racing and he was covered in sweat. The dream had morphed into him and the two women having a three some.

"Harry?" Remus knocked on the door. "Can I enter?"

"Fo' Sho."

"Thanks."

Remus slowly entered, taking a step inside before shutting the door. "Is everything alright?"

"I think so. Why?" Harry inquired, pulling himself up into a sitting position, resting against the backboard. "Where are ma girls?"

"Macey was in the kitchen this morning crying… She said some pretty bad things about you." Remus continued. "Said you were inhuman."

Harry tried to be mad at her, but he couldn't. "Well. I guess she is right." He shrugged. "I ain't what she wants me to be."

Remus nodded slowly in reply before speaking. "I would make an entrance, let them know you are still head of this house… Don't want an insurrection do we?"

"I have no idea what the fuck that is, but I will handle it." Harry replied as he tossed the sheets off of his body. "I'll be out in a minute."

Remus voiced his acceptance and made a quick exit, allowing Harry privacy to prepare him self.

Sirius was watching TV when he heard Harry hobble into the kitchen. As he slowly brought his morning glass of milk to his lips, all hell broke loose and most of it found its way onto his shirt and pants. Harry was pissed, and making sure his women knew whom the boss was.

"Daaaaaammmmmnnnn." Sirius mouthed at Remus, his eyes comically wide.

Remus cracked a grin as he too widened his eyes. They both sat in the front room, trying to concentrate on the TV as Harry yelled and raged, asserting his dominance.

"You got a little cum on ya there." Remus smirked as he pointed at Sirius.

"Wha? DICK!" Sirius breathed at Remus as he looked down at his shirt. "That's milk asshole." He hissed.

"Sure it is." Remus giggled, causing Sirius to turn a very interesting shade of puce.

When Harry finally entered the front room, he had a very flustered look in his face, but was satisfied with his morning. He had quickly straightened out his women, and hadn't had to resort to violence. That was how he liked it.

"Remus. I want you to call Dumbledore up. I need to speak to him."

"You got it K.M."

"Sirius, you got cum on your shirt."

"MEH!"

Harry waited patiently for Dumbledore, knowing he needed to do what he needed to do. After what felt like an eternity of waiting Dumbledore entered the house through the fireplace.

"Harry." Dumbledore bowed curtly as he landed softly on the floor. "What can I do for you?"

"We need to speak in private."

Dumbledore waved his wand and motioned for Harry to continue.

"Look. I have this feeling Hermione's parents ain't gonna let her back in Hogwarts." Harry sighed.

"Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore inquired, one eyebrow cocked. "Why would that be?"

"Just trust me. Is there something you…"

Harry was interrupted from his train of thought as Dumbledore smiled gently at him. "Harry my boy, Hermione will not be held from Hogwarts. I will simply not allow the smartest witch in a century not to finish school."

Harry visibly relaxed but then pressed on. "Money?"

"She will be issued loans…"

"No."

"No Mr. Potter?"

"Look, don't say shit." Harry implored as he stood, withdrawing his checkbook from behind a book. "How much for every thing?"

"Every thing?" Dumbledore inquired dumbfounded.

"Her fees, books… all her shit." Harry ticked off on his fingers. "What all do she need?"

Dumbledore scratched his beard for a moment and then replied stiffly. "Same as any other student. Fifteen thousand galleons, is the rest of her tuition, and I will match for her books."

Harry nodded before filling out the check, his pen scratching furiously before pulling it from its spot and handing it to Dumbledore.

"Are you looking for change Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore eyed the paper curiously.

"Consider the extra money an allowance for Hogsmeade weekends and shit. If she ain't got a home for the summer, come to me and I'll fund that shit too."

Dumbledore was flabbergasted at the generosity of young Mr. Potter. "I shall let her know you…" But Harry cut him off.

"Fuck no. Don't tell her shit. We broke up." Harry explained. "If she asks, tell her it's a government grant or some shit."

Dumbledore's normally twinkling eyes seemed to dull for a moment as he listened to Harry. "I thought you two made such a lovely couple." He smiled sadly.

"Well. She didn't think so." Harry shrugged before offering his hand to the old wizard. "Thanks, just keep it on the D.L."

"D.L?"

"Down low."

"Right…"

With that, Dumbledore disappeared with a small pop, and Harry felt a lot better for some reason. His normally heavy shoulders felt as though they visibly lightened as he moved to prepare his trunk for his own return to Hogwarts.

Harry and his entourage were five minutes early when they made it to the train station for another year at Hogwarts. Their laughter and good byes filling the air, the women folk had quickly gotten over Harry's outbursts. Harry gave a hug to all of them, and informed Sirius and Remus about a few last minute things they need to do.

It felt almost dream like as he waved his final good bye and entered the train, the red headed twins he had hired earlier that year immediately greeted him.

"Harry."

"How."

"Do you"

"Do?"

Harry grinned and offered his hand to the boys, informing them that he was very well. "So what have you two been up to?" He inquired.

The two boys beamed with pride as they explained to Harry their new business. Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, or WWW for short.

"We sell."

"Jokes."

"And Pranks."

"And we plan to."

"Open a nightclub too."

The way the two boys always completed each others sentences always threw Harry for a loop, but he was honestly proud to know he had some hand in making sure the boys where able to pursue their dreams.

"Only thing is, we need 5000 more galleons before we can finish every thing." Fred explained. "So can we still work for you?"

"Please?" George pleaded.

Harry simply reached into his pocket and cut them a check, letting them know they can still work for him. "Look, you get the business going with this money. Then we will work on you paying me back. May be we can go in as partners?"

"We would be honored." Fred and George beamed as they hurried off with the precious check.

Harry looked around and noticed the hall had cleared, so he began to walk down the train, looking for a compartment he could sit in peace in. That feeling in his gut returned, the farther he walked into the train. He knew she was here, he just hadn't seen her yet… was this fear?

"She's just another trick…" He whispered to himself as he felt the strength in his good leg slowly slipping away, the farther he pushed in the train. "Just another girl… trick… fuck…" He mumbled as he passed a large group of chattering first years that had gone silent as he passed.

"Did you see that guys clothes?" One of the boys inquired a bit to loudly. "He looks like a pimp or something."

Harry chuckled softly to himself as he continued to limp, a bit of his strength returning as he imagined what the rest of the kids were saying about him.

His previous burst of strength all but gave out on him as he neared the back of the train, he could recognize the bushy haired form of the woman who had haunted him all summer. The last empty compartment was behind hers. If he just acted cool, he could make it. "Breath mutha fucka." He spoke to himself as he tried to walk past her compartment as silent as possible.

Hermione was speaking excitedly to her friends Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. "I am so happy to be back. My parents locked me in my room almost the entire summer. They wouldn't even take me to eat with them."

Harry froze, just inches past the compartment, thankful he hadn't been noticed, but he couldn't help but listen to her conversation.

"What about Harry?" Ginny inquired, her voice filled with questions.

"I… left him." Hermione choked a little as she spoke.

"WHAT?" The girl known as Luna exclaimed, "Why?"

"I'm an idiot." Hermione replied. "He will probably never forgive me. I listened to my parents, and realized they were wrong. He was good to me, and no matter what he does, it doesn't change who he was to me."

Harry hated this feeling. First it makes him sick, and now he wants to rush to her side and profess how much he loves her. "Damn it." He growled as he began to walk away.

"HAAAAARRRRRYYYY!"

Harry almost fell over as the ear splitting yell of Neville Longbottom filled the entire train. "HARRRYYY! There you are!"

Harry cringed before turning to face him, realizing Hermione and her friends were all peaking out of their cabin to stare at the exchange.

"What it is Neville?"

"Harry, I have to tell you…" Neville began to shout, but stopped quickly. "Can I speak to Harry please?" His attention turned to Hermione.

"What? I mean… He can do any thing he likes." Hermione blushed before leaning back into her cabin, her face on fire.

"Come on!" Neville grinned wildly as he pulled Harry into the last unoccupied cabin. "I have so much to tell you about!"

"Oh my God." Hermione panted as she sat in her seat. "Do you think he heard me?"

"I don't think so…" Ginny began, but Luna simply giggled.

"Yes."

"What?" Hermione screeched as she turned on Luna. "He heard?"

"I would think so. He stopped just by the corner and listened as you spoke. He was walking, but when you mentioned him, he stopped moving. I think he heard."

"Oh my god…" Hermione sobbed as she wondered at the exasperated look he had shown on his face. "He hates me…"

"I doubt that." Luna continued. "He is not a normal person. But he is still human. I think you hurt his feelings." Luna explained.

"But…"

"He doesn't have feelings?" Luna offered, watching the realization dawn on Hermione's face.

"I am a horrible person aren't I?"

"I don't think so. Just not used to this love thing." Luna smiled.

"Ok Harry. Check it out." Neville grinned as he lifted his robe to reveal his new t-shirt. "I discovered this guy."

"Bob Marley?" Harry smirked as he looked at the shirt. The words Rastafarian emblazoned in greens and yellows over the face of the world famous reggae star.

"Yea. I'm going to be a Rastafarian. It just speaks so much to me." Neville continued, his eyes lit with joy. "The music and the life style. The beliefs… It's my life man."

"I'm happy for you." Harry encouraged him. "Fo' reals."

"Thanks Harry." Neville smiled before reaching into his pocket. "Look." He whispered as he held out a bag of tiny green leaves.

Harry smiled and took the bag from Neville, without speaking he removed a bag from his pocket and emptied it inside Neville's. "The more purple stuff in it, the better." Harry explained as he handed the now neon purple tinged bag back to Neville.

"Thanks." Neville grinned. "You are like my best friend Harry."

"Heh." Harry gave a lopsided grin before asking. "So do you know any reggae songs yet?"

"I know a few…"

"Do you know Stop that train?"

"Yes!"

"Sing with me then."

Hermione had found herself leaning against the wall separating her from Harry, secretly wishing she could hear what the two boys were speaking about.

"They would have to sing or scream before we could hear them." Ginny laughed as she poked at Hermione.

"I guess you're right…."

The silence was broken swiftly as Harry and Neville began belting the song Stop that Train by Peter Tosh and Bob Marley.

"You're a genius." Luna giggled at the surprised look on Ginny's face.

Hermione listened intently at the sad words that were sung in such an upbeat manner. "It sounds like the song is coming from deep inside him." She whispered as Harry loudly emphasized the part "Even though I try my best, I still can't find no happiness." It sent shivers down the girl's spines.

Eventually their singing died down and Neville could be heard exiting the compartment. "Thanks Harry. You're the best."

Harry simply laughed and told Neville. "Stick with it man. You are a good dude, and I know you'll go far."

"You should go talk to him." Luna nudged Hermione with her elbow. "Go on. What's the worst he can do?"

"I… don't know." Hermione stuttered, but still summoned the courage to stand. "I guess I can go say hi at least."

"Do it." Ginny grinned widely.

"Ok."

Harry leaned down in his seat, his hat tipped down over his face when he heard the door to his compartment open. "What it is Neville?"

"Sir. We are almost to Hogwarts and you must get into your robes." Hermione smiled as she placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I am a Prefect and you must get ready."

Harry felt as though all the air in his lungs had been sucked out by a vacuum cleaner as he remembered how he had first met Hermione on the train. "I'll get right on it." He forced himself to reply as he removed his hat to look at Hermione.

"Good." She replied, sitting down next to Harry.

"My name is Harry, and I take it yo name is Candy, cuz you look sweet enough to give me a tooth ache."

"My name is Hermione… and if you don't get over here and kiss me, I will make a lot more than that ache."

"You can't do this to me." Harry sighed as he leaned back, a look of shock forming on Hermione's face. "You can't get up and leave me every time something doesn't seem right."

"Harry."

"Let me finish." He inhaled hard before continuing to speak. "I learned a lot from you. But you need to understand; I need a down ass bitch. Could you kill for me, just like you can comfort me?"

Hermione listened intently, unsure if she should answer him or even make a noise as he pressed on.

"At any given time you could die from love, if I could die from slugs." Harry sighed softly, his hand subconsciously reaching to rub his leg. "I don't need a girl who dips out on me every time storm clouds show up."

"I'm… I don't…" Hermione stuttered as she kneaded her skirt between her fingertips. "I want to be you're down ass bitch." Her eyes boring into Harry's, an almost pleading like look etched into her face.

"Do you even know what I have had to do?" Harry growled, his frustrations of the summer barely contained by the respect he had for Hermione. "I have done things Hermione… Terrible things."

"You have done wonderful things too." Her small hand slowly reaching towards his arm, "Beautiful things to me."

"But will you still be there when I do business. When people die or if I get locked up." Harry pressed on, using his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow as he poured his fears and insecurities out to her.

"I'm ready to suffer for you, to be with you." She exhaled, her eyes glassy as she watched Harry's face.

"Why?"

"Because I love you." She whimpered as she leaned towards Harry.

"I… I love you to…"

Their lips met and Harry felt so right. He hadn't felt so right in years, and though a voice in the back of his head screamed that she could be playing him. He ignored it, and pressed on, their kiss ferocious and fueled by passion.

Ginny and Luna peaked around the corner and into the room Hermione and Harry were in. Both of them giggling as they watched them kiss. "Look at them go." Ginny smiled.

"Really. They look like they are about to… Wow." Luna blushed before ducking back away.

"He just…"

"Hand…"

"Up her skirt!"

The two girls went back to giggling as they waited for the train to make it's way back to Hogwarts.

Semi sexual stuff goes here. Mabe. Sorta. I cut it to be safe.

Harry knew she trusted him, the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and waited for any thing he wished to give her. Blind trust.