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Depression

Chapter 3

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Harry sat there, on the couch, not knowing what to do. He didn't hate the kiss, he actually rather enjoyed it. He had just recently come to the conclusion that he liked Hermione as more than a friend, and kissing her was absolutely fantastic. He assumed that this meant that she liked him, too.

Hermione had no idea what came over her. She never thought she'd get the chance to kiss the man of her dreams. And he wasn't pulling back, which made her feel even better. Is he eager for attention and love? Or does he feel the same? She started to ponder, but then decided to just enjoy this kiss, because she might never get the chance to kiss him like this again.

He deepened the kiss, without even really thinking about it. He pulled her down onto his lap on the couch, not wanting the kiss to end. Before they knew it, they were moaning, pouring their love into each other's mouths. Before they could stop it, they're clothes lay forgotten on the floor beside the couch. Hermione stopped, wearing only her bra and undies, Harry only in his boxers.

"Harry, I love you, and I am happier than I've ever been, just being here, kissing, and about to do other things, with you. I would be more than happy to give myself to you…but not if I don't know that you feel like I do."

"Hermione…I…I don't know what to say. I've liked you since that day on the train, when you offered these "help sessions" to me, which are quite superb, might I add," He smiled and continued, "I know that I care for you deeply. Kissing you…it…it ignited a part of me that I didn't know was there. This one session alone had helped me more than you will ever know. This one session has taught me to love. It feels weird to say this, and so rushed, but I love you. I don't know if that weird kind of "you love love" type of thing, but I don't think so. I can't be in love with love since I've never loved this before you know? I'd give myself to you, too, but only if you want it to. I don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do, because I've always felt that people who do that are selfish, piggish, egoistic—"

"Harry, you're rambling."

"I'm sorry." He blushed and said, "What I'm saying I guess, is that I won't be the kind of person to do it and leave you. You have my word."

Hermione looked into those green eyes, which she loved so much, and saw that he was being truly sincere. She trusted that he wouldn't go and break her heart but taking her and then betraying her. His eyes showed warmth and passion, and a fiery lust, which she knew was dancing in her eyes as well.

She kissed him again, and then trailed kissed down his chest and stomach, taking in the sweet scent of his flesh. Axe body spray, by the smell of it, and salty sweat. It was so manly, and she found herself breathing deeply, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. She pulled off his boxers and he pulled off her remaining clothes. Hermione made her way back up to his mouth, kissing him deeply, letting all of her love flow out into him.

He connected their souls, and Hermione had a vision of true paradise. It felt so right, so real. It seemed unreal that an hour ago, she was walking to the Room of Requirement, thinking of Harry and what she would say to try and cheer him up. Now she was losing her virginity to him.

Countless hours later, Hermione lay in Harry's arms, a conjured sheet over both of them, smiles plastered on their red faces. Hermione woke up first. She sat there for a second, looking around her, and breathing in Harry's masculine scent. Then she realized where she was, and what had happened the night before and she got up quickly, wrapping the sheet around her, searching for her clothes and her watch. Harry woke up at the absence of the sheet and said, "Hey, you. Why'd you take she sheet?" Hermione, distracted, conjured up another sheet, which floated from the ceiling and landing on Harry's head, and said, "Sorry. I'm looking for my watch."

"Why?"

"Uh…because I want to know what time it is?"

Harry saw his wand sticking out of the pocket of his jeans beside his feet and pulled it out. He said a spell, and numbers appeared in the air, looking like a digital clock, without the clock.

"It's 6:53 AM."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's up?"

"Well, I'm Head Girl, and if I'm missing for too long, someone will get suspicious. And since you're well known around school, they'll notice you're gone, too. Ron for example."

"Wow…"

"What?"

"I can't believe I'm not a virgin anymore."

Hermione laughed, remembering the night before. Harry suddenly asked, "Hermione…we're going out now, right?"

Hermione thought this over and then nodded her head excitedly. Harry smiled brightly as Hermione jumped on him, kissing him. How did things get so perfect so quickly?

A short time later, after they had both gotten dressed, went back to their dorms, showered, and eaten breakfast, Harry met Hermione in the Gryffindor Common Room. She sat next to him, snuggling up close to him. They got a few odd looks, but everyone seemed to understand that they were in a "new relationship."

Ron reacted rather surprisingly. He came into the Common Room and sat on the chair across from the couch that Harry and Hermione were sitting on. He stared at them for a few minutes, and then suddenly realizing that Harry had his arm around her, and her head was on his shoulder, and goofy grins were stuck on their beaming faces.

"What's going on?"

Hermione answered, "What do you mean?"

"You're sitting all…close…and couple-like…and you both look disgustingly happy…like something's happened with you two." Something clicked in his head and his eyes widened as he said, "You two…you…you're together, aren't you?"

Harry nodded, and their grins only grew bigger. Ron just stared at them, lost for words. He wasn't sure how to take it. On one hand, he was happy for his two best friends. They looked good together, and they seemed happy. On the other hand, he had a sort of crush on Hermione for a little while, so knowing that hope was pretty much lost, he was a little despaired. He tried not to show his disappointment as he said, "Congratulations." He made an excuse about working in the Library and left the Tower, feeling sorry for himself.

He walked along the hall, wondering what was wrong with him. He was so into his thoughts that he bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

He bent down to help her pick up her books. He glanced up and saw Hannah Abbot, staring back at him.

"Hi…Ron…"

"Hey, Hannah…"

Her eyes are so blue…and look at her hair…golden ringlets…she's really pretty…how come I never noticed it before?

Wow…look at his brown eyes! They really sparkle when they hit the light just right. His red hair looks really cute! Where has he been these past 7 years?

Withoutthinking, Ronlunged at Hannah and they were making out on the hallway floor! He didn't know what came over him. He was attracted to her, and who wouldn't be? She's gorgeous! He was also upset about Hermione. He did feel a little bad about replacing Hermione with Hannah, but at that moment, he didn't care. Kissing Hannah felt really good, and although he felt a little guilty, at that moment, she wasn't holding back. Hannah didn't have any regrets about kissing Ron. She'd known him for 7 years, right? So what if it was simply a physical attraction? Who said that was a bad thing? Who said it couldn't progress into more.

All anyone else knew, Ron had left Gryffindor Tower an unhappy, gloomy, and basically depressed man. But when he returned after dinner, he couldn't have been happier. He got many questions, but he wouldn't answer any of them. Not yet. Things with Hannah were just starting, and he wasn't the kind of person to rush things.

Ron did, however, tell Harry. That night, when the other 7th year boys were sleeping, Ron told Harry all about his encounter with Hannah. Harry thought about telling Ron about what happened between him and Hermione the previous night, but decided to respect Hermione and not go spilling everything to his best mate. He had a strange feeling that Hermione wouldn't like that too much.

The next few days were, if anything, good. Hermione and Harry spent as much time as possible together, which made everyone who was pining for Harry jealous, and those dying for him to be happy again joyful at his sudden cheeriness. Hermione certainly had done a number on him. Sure, he was still upset about the loss of his godfather, but being with Hermione made him forget about Sirius, and forget about being unhappy. She was his drug. He couldn't get enough of her. Likewise was true for Hermione. She had loved him for so long, and now they were together and Harry was as happy as he should be at this time in his life. Life was like a dream. Nothing could go wrong!

How wrong Hermione was.

A/N- MWAHAHA! I'm evil, aren't I? Not so much, I guess. I'm TERRBILY sorry for the delay! I had this really bad Writer's Block, a story to finish, two to continue to update, and one to start! Not to mention, high school's HARD and I JUST finished with all my exams. (:D) I've got a whole new batch of inspiration coming, so I'll try and update soon. I know this chapter isn't as long as it could be, but I mean, I was stretching to get THIS much out. I wanted to touch upon the "perfectness" of the situation, and then drop this bomb. I hope what I'm planning turns out to be good. The whole Ron/Hannah thing came to me SO fast. I was typing that last night, and I was thinking about whether Ron should be all happy for them, or be a miserable bum. I decided to make him walk around and think. Then the idea came to me, he bumps into someone. The idea just came faster and faster, and I was typing so furiously, my fingers hurt. I'm not even kidding. What I came up with is what read! Is it okay? I realize that it's completely rushed, and maybe pointless, but whatever. I made sure to touch on the whole, "rushed" thing. I mean, in HBP, Ron randomly starts making out with Lavender (that's the right name, right?) so I thought, what the heck? Okay, so now away from my rambling. The "sex scene" sounds weird, it's got to, as I SUCK at those…well, I think so, but my friend Sarah says I'm good at it. / Anyway. Hope it sounds okay. Thank you so much all of my reviewers! I have a few to thank personally:

Jedi Master Bob- when I got your review, it gave me the idea for this chapter. I took your advice, and it worked perfectly! I'm totally using that from now on to rid myself of the dreaded Writers Block. Thanks! This chapter is dedicated to you!

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