A/N: Well this is my first FanFic, so please be kind. Its pretty heavy duty and is rated M for a reason. Please review I need advice on bettering my writing skills.Also the Italics are a lyrics from a song called 'No more I love you's' by Annie Lennox. I only added the chorus of the song to my FF as the verses didn't really match the moodI was trying to create.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the lyrics included in this FF, as much as I want to and as nice as it would be… I don't :(

One Last Time - by i.wish.i.had.your.angel

"Harry your with Ginny we cant." Hermione moaned as Harry kissed the small hollow in the nape of her neck.

"But I don't want her. I want you. I love you 'Mione."

"Don't say that..."

No more I love you's

The language is leaving me

No more I love you's changes are shifting

Outside the worlds

"'Mione..." he said desperately, lifting his head from her chest to look into her deep auburn eyes.

"Please Harry, I love you more then you will ever know. But I cant have you bring me such joy as you will if we continue down this road again, and then leave me once and for all. I'm… I'm not strong enough." She gazed into his emerald eyes pleading with him to understand.

"'Mione, my love-"

"Don't…" she turned her head away from his gaze.

"Hermione," he began again. "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow for the horcruxes and this time you cant come with me. And… and this time I may not return. I want to love you once more, I don't think I'll have any chance of returning if I don't have this memory of you." Her eyes dropped from his intense stare, and one fat tear trailed down her pink cheek. He leaned forward and kissed it away.

"Come back to me," she whispered. "I love you."

He opened his mouth to reply he loved her too, but she put a finger to his lips.

"One last time," she said her voice wavering with emotion.

No more I love you's

The language is leaving me

No more I love you's

The language is leaving me in silence

No more I love you's changes are shifting

Outside the worlds

He bought his lips to hers, kissing her gently, tenderly. As their kiss deepened she slid her hands up his cotton shirt. His muscular chest flinched slightly under her cold exploring hands. Once she had successfully removed his shirt, he began on the buttons of her top. Kissing her bare skin as he opened each button. After her top add been thrown carelessly to the ground she undid the buttons on his faded jeans. As she pulled them down her hand brushed up against his hardness and she knew how much he wanted her.

After her bra had been unhooked he traced his hands over her ever so smooth shoulders. As his fingertips moved down her chest they slowed ever so slightly to trail over the swell of her breasts. His hands moved down from her soft belly, to her hips. He slid down her skirt, along with her knickers.

His briefs suddenly disappeared and she gave him a cheeky grin. He placed a hand on her abdomen and she felt a warmth flood through her womb, indicating that the contraception charm had been performed correctly.

He kissed her again, slightly more urgently this time. He cupped her neck and laid her down on the soft pillows. Her arms encircled his waits, and he entered her.

He felt her warmth envelop him. He was safe in her arms, free of all worry, joyous and he was content.

He loved her.

She grinded her hips into his. Making him realize how quickly he had brought her. He lifted his hips slightly up from hers and in one fluid movement plunged them back down.

She moaned. Loudly, joyously, contently. He was mildly surprised at how quickly he could bring her to this state of happiness. He pondered on that for a moment no more, then pushed the thought away. Deciding just to enjoy the moment. Enjoy her.

And as the couples hips grinded together she wept. Her salty tears mixing with their sweat. She wept tears of happiness, of sadness, of deep heart moving sorrow.

They had made love many times before, but it had never been like this. Their lovemaking had always been filled with passion. A passion never known to either of them before, but along with this incredible passion there had always been a sense of urgency. There was always that nagging fear that they would be caught. But this time they forgot all of that. Tonight it was just them. Together for whatever time that could scavenge. He moaned her name over and over. She whispered his.

Finally they reached their pinnacles and they held each other. Not wanting to let go. Not now, not ever.

Finally after what could have been seconds, minutes, hours he pushed himself off her. Feeling her disappointment as their bodies separated.

They lay together, hand entwined. Relishing in their final moments together at this level of intimacy. After she finally let sleep encompass her, he stayed awake. Staring at her beautiful face. Knowing that he must leave before she wakes, but wanting to stay with her for as long as he could.

A/N: so what do you think? Flames welcome.