Hey guys, sorry this took forever… but I finally finished the play, so I have more time to write now… unfortunately, the next chapter is the last in this story, so It won't really matter.

I will get that one done as soon as I can and have it for you by the end of this week. I am glad you enjoy it, I'm leaving this story open in case I want to do a sequel or a parallel story or something, but it might be a while.

Thank you for your reviews I love hearing from you.

S.K.

Exorcism

At the Hospital wing, Harry sat next to Hermione as Madame Pomfrey restrained her to the bed. "We can't keep her under much longer if we are to give her a chance to fight whatever has consumed her." She said as she finished binding her feet to the bed.

"All right," Harry said pulling out his wand, "Enervate."

Hermione's eyes opened, and once beautiful brown eyes were slits of red. She breathed hard as she turned her head towards Harry. "Harry…" She whimpered, "please let me go."

"I can't," Harry answered as Madame Pomfrey bustled about trying to prepare a potion.

"Please, get him out," She choked out.

"Hang in their Hermione," Harry said, "I love you."

At this, Hermione started to laugh. It was a maniacal sound that reverberated throughout the infirmary. "How pathetic," she spat venomously, "to think I almost let you defeat me."

At the main entrance, Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall slowly made their way to the infirmary. It was safe for them to go; there weren't many people about. Who knew what the shock of a live Dumbledore walking the halls at the busiest time of the day would have done to the students and faculty?

Just as Dumbledore passed the library on the way to the hospital wing, The Head Boy exited on to the hall. "Good evening Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore…" Ron stopped short as he registered what he was saying, "Prof… What?"

"Good evening Mr. Weasley… I am sure you will hear all about it soon," said Dumbledore, as he stepped forward to continue to the hospital wing. "Right now I must admit, I need to get to your friends. Will you join us?"

"Of course," Ron said going to the other side of the elderly man, "What's going on?"

"Well…" the female professor started as they continued to walk.

"You know, I must hand it to you," Voldemort said, "You do like feisty ladies, but this one has put on too much of a fight for my tastes."

Harry smiled internally, "That's it Hermione, keep on fighting, I know you can do it." He said.

"What are you so smug about?" Voldemort asked straining Hermione's body against its restraints. "I've had a chance to live inside this luscious form and I can tell you she finds you rather weak."

Harry raised a brow unsure at what he was getting at. "What?"

"You aren't enough for her, your manly prowess is lacking." Voldemort said, and noting that Harry still looked as though he didn't understand, he said. "Oh come on man! You are a bad lover, much too shy for her liking. I myself would have to both agree and be grateful for it. I would be doing her a favour once I am rid of you."

Just then Ron, Professor McGonagall, and Dumbledore walked into the infirmary. "You won't be ridding your self of anyone tonight Tom." Dumbledore said holding on to Hermione's wand.

"Who's to stop me? You Dumbledore?" Voldemort said and began his laughing again, "An Undead old codger, and his army of fools?"

Dumbledore drew back his hand with the wand and started to chant some things. Professor McGonagall and Ron stepped back. Harry had never heard such words before, he hadn't ever heard such language, but it seemed ancient to his ears.

On the bed, Hermione shook violently, and wailed like a banshee. "NO, nonono," Voldemort screamed as Hermione's body was sucked dry. She oozed sweat and blood from her pores. "I will not release her."

"Albus, you're hurting her," protested McGonagall, "She can't survive much more of this."

Just then, a small beam of green light was extracted from her mouth as if sucked out by a vacuum. "Now Minerva." Dumbledore said as Harry rushed to Hermione's side.

"Vanquious totalus!" She said, and with a scream and a puff of smoke it was gone.

Hermione lay limply on the bed. Harry sat next to his bride-to-be, hoping that she was feeling no pain and praying that she was well. "Fret not Mr. Potter, Miss Granger is fine, fighting a powerful spirit such as that, would make the strongest man weak. You ought to be proud." Dumbledore said sitting heavily upon a chair as Madame Pomfrey fuzzed over him.

"Thank you professor." Harry said turning to Dumbledore. "Professor... How..." Harry began and was waved off.

"Thatt is a story for another day, I suppose that Minerva and Poppy will want to get me to St. Mungoes now."

"Absolutely," said the headmistress supporting the man by one arm and led him towards the fireplace in the infirmary. "Mr. Potter, let professor Flitwick know that I have left the premises and therefore he is in charge."

"Yes Ma'am." Harry said looking back to his girlfriend.

After a few minutes of silence, Ron finally felt safe enough to say something so he came over to his friends sitting on the other side of the bed. "That was intense," Ron mumbled.

"I hate him," Harry said taking Hermione's hand and stroking her palm softly. "He's violated her Ron."

"I know mate," Ron answered, "But you can't go loosing your head."

"It's just that she was the only thing that was untainted by Voldemort," Harry said frustrated, "And he has defiled her an brought her closer to death than any of our adventures put together."

"Mate," Ron said, "The way I look at it, it was best that it was she that was possessed, had it been anyone else, he would have probably been able to kill you. Hermione fought against him for god knows how long."

"I just love her Ron," He said.

"I know mate," Ron said, then they sat silently for a few minutes. "D'you want me to give Professor Flitwick your message?"

"Yes please Ron, I don't want to leave her alone just yet."

About an Hour later, Hermione stirred in her sleep. She looked to her right and smiled, as there was a familiar head of black hair resting near her shoulder. She ran her hand softly through it. Harry stirred and looked up into her brown eyes and smiled. "Hey," she said.

"Hey," Harry said and came closer to kiss her.

"Harry I'm sorry," Hermione said as he broke the kiss, "I tried to fight him..."

"Shhh," Harry said, "I know you did the best you could." They kissed again, then Harry sat back in his seat. "I'm just glad you're all right."

Hermione watched the man she loved. She knew him better than most people, so she saw that he had a preoccupied look about him. "Harry what's wrong?"

"Oh, Nothing..." Harry said embarrassed, he had been thinking about what Voldemort had said to him.

"Harry Potter," Hermione said, "Don't hide this from me, it's obviously got something to do with me."

"You... I mean Voldemort told me some things," Harry started.

"What did I say?" Hermione said reddening, knowing exactly what Voldemort thought of Harry.

"Do you really think I'm boring?" Harry asked, "You know, in bed."

Hermione covered her face, "Not exactly boring..." Harry reddened even more, "Harry, I love being with you, It's just that, you aren't very aggressive kind of reserved."

"Why haven't you told me before?" Harry asked.

"Because every time I'm with you it gets better. We are learning together, and you are so good with me already. I just figured we would get to that point later." Hermione said, "That is why I wanted you all the time."

"More aggressive eh?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, complete animal." Hermione added with a smirk of her own.

"Then I can't wait to try again."