I couldn't get this Idea out of my head, and it took me awhile to come up with the beginning so i hope you enjoy it.

Harry Potter Does NOT belong to me, the name 'Amina Curse' does not belong to me, but the way the curse is does.

Summary: After letting it slip that he was hit by a timed curse, Harry reasures Hermione by telling her that he will not leave her, not until he taught her to fly. H/Hr Short story.

Fly Me Away Pt.I

"Ready, 'Mione?" he asked, whispering softly into the ears of the beautiful witch sharing the broom with him. It was really a custom-designed, one of a kind broom, just for him.

"Ready for what?" she asked in return. Harry could tell she was nervous for she applied more pressure on the already tight grip she had on the broom handle. Harry, however, just chuckled.

"Remember the move Krum did at that Quidditch World Cup?"

"No. There were so much World Cups with Bulgaria competing."

"I know, but our first ever World Cup match…" There was a pause between them and Harry was sure Hermione did know what he was taking about. If she didn't she would've said so, instead of falling silent. Hermione had probably decided that silence was better than answering his question. But Harry wasn't going to have any of it, and he pressed on. "You know, the move that made Lynch crash to the ground; the Wonky Faint."

Hermione turned her head and glared at him, "Are you mocking me, Harry Potter! I've been with you for 3 years now, how can you expect me not to know all these Quidditch terms?" she demanded, and she turned back to face the front again, this time she was in control of the broom.

"Mock you? Never…" she turned around and glared again, and then she sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Sometimes, Harry, you are worst than Ron. Even Luna says so, and she has to deal with his kids." Harry laughed at this, than stopped abruptly when something suddenly hit him.

"You know what? You are completely right." Hermione looked back at him for the third time and raised her eyebrow at him. Her features were a look of surprise. He grinned at her expression before continuing. "You were right about us being together for about three years." He paused and watched her pretty features arrange itself from a look of surprised to a look of confusion.

"We have been together for three years," he repeated, "And we still don't have any kids running around yet! Ron and Luna already have two…"

Hermione instantly flushed crimson at this. She decided that turning around and not answering was better, and she continued to steer the broom.

"'Mione…" Harry's voice was concerned. Concerned that he had just crossed a line and Hermione might be too angry at him to not talk to him ever again… He was most relieved when Hermione turned her whole body – not just her head – to face him. Harry knew instantly it was a charm of some sort, but all his thoughts were erased when she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned closer. A seductive smile played at her lips and her eyes held a mischievous glint.

"Oh my," she purred into his ear, "Is that a plea, Chosen Boy?"

Harry wrapped an arm around her waist and left his legs to do the steering. He whispered back, with a slight smile at his lips, "The Chosen Boy doesn't plea for anything, 'Mione. But Harry Potter might…" he trailed of mysteriously. Hermione gave out a giggle.

"So… you want me to – how do you say it – service your... er – broomstick, say… tonight?"

Harry laughed, "No objections here… By the way, 'Mione, did you know I still have the 'Broomstick Servicing Kit' you gave in my third year?"

"Your point? You want me use it tonight?" Hermione said quirking an eyebrow at him pointedly.

"You had better … - not" Hermione threw her head back and burst out laughing.

Then she pulled back and kissed him. Her tongue entered his mouth almost immediately, even without his permission. She tried to fight him for complete control of his mouth, but being Harry, he wasn't going to give in without a fight. As he tongue tangoed, he managed to push his way into Hermione's warm mouth as well. She smiled and pulled back, gasping for breath.

"Harry…" she said suddenly.

"Yes?"

"Promise me something."

There was a pause before he said, "Anything."

"Don't leave me. Never leave me."

"You know, 'Mione, you can't always have what you want in life." Hermione's eyes widened in concern and fear, but Harry just went on. "You know, sometimes, it seems you have everything. But then, poof just like that, and it's gone."

Hermione stayed silent.

Harry looked at her. "I love you, Hermione, did you know that?" she nodded. "And I will never leave you if I can help it. But sometimes, you just can't control destiny."

Hermione nodded and decided to stay silent.

Then she wiggled closer and whispered into him ear, her breath teased him and drove him wild.

"Well, aren't you going to do it?"

"Do what? The child?" he said before he could stop himself. He immediately regretted it as Hermione pulled back and shot him a look at arm's length.

"No." she answered shortly. Then she smirked and continued. "The Wronski Feint that you were bragging about earlier. Or are you too scared you won't live up to Viktor's level?" She added as she wiggled her eyebrows knowingly at him. She looked like she was going to say more, but Harry didn't give her the chance. Leaving Hermione the job of hanging on, he dived his perfected Wronski Feint.

"So, how was that?" Harry said the minute they got of the broom, massaging his neck, at the force of Hermione's grips. "Above Viktor's standard, no?"

"What ever, Harry, you seriously scared the wits out of me!" she cried as she sat down heavily on the ground. Suddenly she jumped up and hugged him. Hard.

"Ow. Hermione, what was that for?" But Harry still wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist. She buried her face deeper and deeper into his neck.

"Harry… I love you." Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"'Mione, I love you lots. I thought you knew that."

"Oh, Harry, I never thanked you." He suddenly felt wet at the base of his neck. Hermione was crying… "You did so much for us, for the Wizarding world. And we had never properly thanked you. Oh, Harry, everything you did for – "

"Hermione, is there something wrong? Why are you suddenly like this? Did something happen?"

"No, no, and no. I'm sorry, I had never known you wanted children…" to Hermione's surprise, Harry burst out laughing. "Honestly, you could just tell me you wanted to start a family. Why did you have to – oh, honestly, Harry, it's not that funny…"

"'Mione, 'Mione, 'Mione… is that what you are so worked up over?" Hermione frowned. "But you were right, I do deserve a family and little kids of my own." he grinned. "You see, 'Mione, I did do a lot for the Wizarding community. See, in my second year, I defeated a basilisk, did I mention I should've gotten and Honorary Student Award? And then, when I was seventeen, you, Ron, and I destroyed all the Horcruxes and I killed Voldemort with my insane ability to love."

Hermione now looked like she was at a verge to instantly kill Harry. But Harry had a far off look in his eye as he continued down memory lane. "And then I captured all the remaining Death Eaters, and I wasn't killed of by the Amino Cur –"

Hermione snapped out of her glare; Harry snapped out of his trace. "What did you say, Harry?" Her eyes were dangerous and she stared him down.

"Nothing, 'Mione." A sure sign that he had, indeed, said something. Hermione was sure and she continued to stare him down.

"Harry… how long has it been?" she said in a soft tone that didn't match her facial expression.

"How long has it been what?"

"Harry James Potter! Don't you dare play dumb with me! First you didn't tell that you had been hit by the Timed Killing Curse, and now you – "

"FINE! The night that I killed Voldemort!" Harry lost his temper sooner than he thought he would. Hermione's eyes moistened up. A tear fell down her cheeks.

"Why… why didn't you tell me…? Is it that you don't trust me…? Harry…" A sob shook her body. Harry's heart ripped apart watching her cry. He wrapped his arms around her; her tears wet the base of his neck and the collar of his shirt.

"'Mione. Please, don't cry. 'Mione. Please. I didn't want you to worry; I didn't want anyone to worry. 'Mione… listen to me. I trust you with my heart. I trust you more than I trust me. This is why I trust you to live your life to the fullest. What is done is done. Please don't cry, 'Mione, I can't stand it when you cry." But it was no use; Hermione's sobs still rang on. Harry pulled her closer, and kissed the top of her head.

They stayed like till the sun went down. And even longer, Harry decided it was time to go when Hermione's body started to shiver dispute being in his arms. He grabbed her arm, concentrated on Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and Disapparated, clutching Hermione for Side Along.

When they walked in Number 12, Hermione immediately stopped him and gave him a shaky kiss in the mouth. When she pulled away, her eyes were shinning again and she tried to stifle a sob.

"Har-ry…" she said, "What – what did he say after the spell?"

Harry smiled at her. "He said I may live the days equivalent to the number of Death Eaters he had.

"How many days is that?" Hermione asked him, her voice sounded like even she was afraid to know.

"I haven't found out yet, but I know it's a lot." said Harry truthfully. Hermione started to cry again.

"Harry… you are impossible…" she said in between sobs.

"I know Hermione, you told me that."

They fell silent. Then Hermione said, "Harry is that what you meant today about how you can't always have what you want in life?"

Harry nodded, but stayed quiet.

So, they fell silent once more before Hermione broke it again.

"Harry, promise me something, please?"

"Anything." came his immediate answer.

"Don't leave me."

There was a pause before Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione cut across him.

"Don't leave me," she repeated, "Not until you taught me to fly."

Harry smiled sadly. "Promise."

Please leave a review and watch out for the next chapter, which will be will the last, so this is not a one shot.!

-Sersee