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Chapter 7: 8th of April 2004
William found that he had doing nothing except reading the diary and thinking about Mary. So for the next few days, he tried to distract himself from the diary and Mary by working hard on the garden. First he must pull out all the weeds, then replanted the grass and decorated the garden a little. He also cleared up Julia's tombstone, even though he didn't know who she was. He placed a swinging chair (a metal chair that swings as it hangs from a metal frame) on the garden, so that he could sit outside and relax.
One evening, as he was feeling a little restless, William decided to go out and visit Ginny, and gave her Mary's message on the way. Lucky for him, Neville was at The Burrow too, (William began to think that Neville was spending too much time at The Burrow) so William gave him the same message. Of course, he didn't tell Ginny and Neville that Mary was a Lestrange.
He also asked Ginny about Julia, just to see (hopefully) whether she knew her.
"… No, I don't remember your father had a relative named Julia." said Ginny, shaking her head.
William was disappointed. He was hoping that Ginny would know whom Julia was, then he wouldn't need to go and find Mary to ask her about it.
After dinner at The Burrow, William walked down Diagon Alley and saw Mary walking out of Flourish and Blotts. William suddenly had an urge to hide, but he decided not to, so he just stood there.
Mary was reading a new book she had purchased, she then put it into her pocket and looked up. That's when she saw William. Mary went pale. The both of them just stared at each other for a while before Mary ran off in an opposite direction.
"Mary, Mary, hey!" yelled William and he chased after her. William was a natural athlete and he caught Mary within a minute.
Holding her hand, William asked, "Why are you running away from me?"
"I'm a Lestrange, William." said Mary. "My grandparents tortured the Longbottoms and my grandmother killed Sirius Black. My family are practically the enemies of yours and friends of your family."
"Well, you are not my enemy." said William in protest.
Struggling to pull her hand out of William's grasp, Mary said, "I don't deserve to be your friend. The grudge is just too much. Your parents will not rest in peace if they know that you are hanging out with a Lestrange, neither will Sirius Black."
Mary gently pulled her hand out of William's grasp. Staring at William longingly, Mary said quietly, "Besides, as the only child of my family, I have the responsibility to uphold my family's reputation. It's bad enough that I'm a girl with a heart of gold, I can't ruin the Lestrange's reputation anymore. I must marry Malfoy and make my family proud, just once… I must go."
William was frowning slightly when Mary turned and started walking. "Is that what you only care about, your family's reputation!" he yelled.
Mary paused.
"What about me? I'm the son of Harry Potter, The Chosen One! The hero of our nation! When I fall for you, I don't give a damn about my reputation, and trust me, it's a lot bigger than your stupid family's!"
Mary spun around and stared at him in shock.
William went pale, what the hell did he just say? The words just came out of his mouth by accident…
William backed away for a step or two before he walked away quickly. Mary looked down and tried hard not to cry.
William slammed his front door shut and turned on the light. Breathing heavily, William ran his hand through his hair nervously. He slid down and sat on the floor. His heart was beating wildly and William shuddered. What was this feeling that he was having right now? Was it nervousness? Or fear? No, this feeling was new and frightening… was it love then?
"How could I just say that I had fallen for her? I can't fall for her, she's engaged…" said William to himself.
Feeling his mind was in a mess, William grabbed his father's diary and read it, just to keep himself distracted.
8th April 2004
Diary,
Yesterday was the wildest night I ever had! Know what I did?
I did it.
I did it last night with Hermione and whoo, it was… well, I couldn't find a word to describe my first time, but believe me, it was a positive word.
Hermione was the one who did it first (with Ron, unfortunately), but I was the one who ruled last night. Looks like my skills in bed aren't so bad…
Anyway, Ron doesn't know about it, of course. He will kill me if he finds out…
Last night, Hermione was informed by Ron at the fireplace that he would be staying overnight at the Ministry of Magic for work. Immediately, I went to her bedroom. But before that, I put a Silence Charm and a Stealth Sensoring Spell on her room before entering it.
She hugged me lovingly when she saw me.
"I miss you." she whispered.
"Why? We see each other everyday, isn't that enough?" I asked gently.
"No, I miss you for your kisses and your embraces." replied Hermione. "I'm so lonely. It has been too long since we kissed…"
I kissed her on the nose. "In that case, I miss you too… let me ease your loneliness…"
Hermione let me kissed her wherever I liked. I kissed her on the neck, where she would moan and wrapped her arms around me tightly. I think I went a little too far, for her knees went weak and she fell onto her bed, pulling me down with her.
Lifting my body off her slightly, I asked her whether we should stop. She smiled at me and shook her head. She said we had come so far, there's no turning back for us.
So I went ahead and unbuttoned her blouse. I didn't know why I did that, but I just wanted to enjoy every single part of her (I write as if she's a Mars Bar, hmm…) as much as I could.
Hermione tugged off my shirt and removed my trousers and underwear. I responded by taking off her bra.
Naked as babies, we kissed each other hungrily on the bed and I could feel a warm, irresistible feeling somewhere in my groin and my manhood, well, just hardened. And the next thing I knew I must do, was to enter and take her.
But I was uncertain. After I kissed her breast, I asked my lover whether it was all right to enter her.
"Just do it." she replied breathlessly.
So I did, with a powerful thrust. Hermione threw her head back and moaned loudly with pleasure, her fingers dug deep into the skin of my shoulders. I shuddered and when my climax came, I felt something exploded in me, something… wonderful that made me cried my lover's name over and over again…
Hermione wrapped her legs around me and I knew that her climax came when she cried out my name. I caressed her. I'm so glad that it isn't Ron's name she cried, but mine, Harry Potter.
Then it's over. Panting slightly, I lifted myself off Hermione and lay beside her, my body was covered with sweat. Hermione draped her arm over me and closed her eyes. I just rested my head on Ron's pillow and fell asleep instantly.
We woke up around 3am in the morning. Leaning on my chest, Hermione asked me an odd question. She asked me whether I loved her. I replied with a definite yes. But then she asked about Ginny. I told her, truthfully, that I don't love Ginny anymore. For me, Ginny was like a distant memory.
I, in turn, asked Hermione whether she realized that she had committed adultery. She said she did realize, but she didn't care, because she loves me.
We made love again after that. I fell asleep and I woke up around 9.45am. Thinking I should leave Hermione alone in her bed before Ron got back, I kissed and left my lover and Disapparated straight to my room.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, I heard Ron talking to Hermione in the next room. I put on my pyjamas and messed up my hair to make myself look like I had just woke up. Then I went out of my room and bumped into them.
"Morning Ron, Hermione." I greeted cheerfully.
"Morning, have you slept well?" asked Ron.
"Yep." I said, smiling, then I whispered to Hermione while Ron was walking ahead, "I lied, you know that I didn't sleep much last night."
Hermione giggled. Ron turned. "What are you giggling at?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head. I looked innocent.
"Mental." said Ron, shaking his head.
If there's a prize for the worst friend in the world, let me take it. I have slept with my best friend's wife. But I don't care much anymore. I love Hermione and I never regretted making love to her.
Besides, Ron is treating Hermione badly, I can't stand that. Hermione has only me to go to when she's upset with Ron.
This may sounds cocky, but I'm the only one for Hermione, I just know it.
Harry
William sighed. Instead of finding something to distract him, he found an entry that was so… scandalous. He didn't know whether to hate his parents for committing adultery, bringing him into this world and getting themselves hanged and leaving him behind as an orphan, or to thank them anyway for deciding to keep him.
"With my current situation, I rather let them abort me." he muttered.
