Once again Harry found himself laying naked in the Room of Requirement, Hermione sprawled across him, one leg wrapped around him as she slept on his chest. The raven-haired Gryffindor knew that he should go back to sleep as well, but I couldn't. He cherished these moments; moments of pure peace where there was only his love and himself.

He took the opportunity to once again admire the curves of his girlfriend's body, his fingers brushing lightly over the thigh she had draped across his hip.

The last few months had been the happiest of his life. He never knew what it was to truly live before. He had spent the vast majority of his life in fear of one thing or another. While he knew there were still things to fear, still things that posed a threat, Harry could not find it within himself to worry. He now had faith that he would prevail.

As he lay there, this time the Room of Requirement had provided them with a bed, he thought back over the time since he and Hermione had disappeared. No one had seemed to be surprised that the two of them had become an item.

"Nah, it isn't surprising, mate." Neville had said one evening at dinner. "The two of you have been so in sync for years I knew it was only a matter of time..."

Hermione had blushed slightly at that and leaned against his shoulder, smiling at Neville.

Every day with Hermione seemed to heal something deep inside Harry. He still had bouts of self-doubt and days where the ghosts of his past haunted him, but those times were becoming less and less. The guilt the young man felt was lessening with each day as well.

At the moment, Harry's life was perfect he thought. There was nothing better than what he had with the beautiful girl in his arms. However Harry's life is never that easy, he knew that and even though he was so deleriously happy with Hermione, he knew that something was coming. He could feel it. He knew all the way down to his bones that something was about to change, and that scared him. His instincts were screaming at him to hide Hermione away and protect her. He could feel that whatever Mother Magic had in store would rock him to his very core. He could feel danger in the air and he had mentioned as much to Hermione. All she had said was that she knew something was coming, could see it in the tightness of his shoulders. The brunette had simply kissed him and told him that whatever was coming she would face with him.

Sliding his hand absent-mindedly up and down Hermione's back as he let his thoughts wonder over the possibilities of what was to come, she stirred.

"Harry, why aren't you sleeping?" She whispered groggily.

"Because winter is coming..." He replied softly, making her laugh softly.

"Too much television for you." She said, rising up to rest on her arm over him, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Then give me something else to do..." He said cheekily.

"Oh I will," She said, her voice lowering to a husky tone. "Even though one would think you would be sated after last night."

"Mmm last night was definitely amazing." Harry said, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "But I can never get enough of you." He finished, pushing Hermione onto her back and leaning over her. "I swear you're some sort of drug to me." He whispered, brushing his lips along her neck. "It's like I can't breathe unless you're in my arms."

"Mmmm Harry." the witch breathed, a shudder running through her at his words. "Please..." She whispered, as his hand moved teasingly along her side.

Catching her lips in a deep kiss, Harry moved his hand up to cup her breast, brushing his thumb over her nipple. Moaning into his mouth, Hermione arched into his touch, her hips shifting slightly.

As the raven-haired male kissed her deeply, passionately, he continued to tease her, his hand massaging her breast, gently pinching her nipple until he had her panting and whimpering in need. "Please..." She begged softly when their kiss broke for air.

Nodding, he kissed down her neck, moving his mouth over the swell of her breast to her nipple, taking it into his mouth and suching lightly, his hand still tugging and teasing the other.

At the warmth of his mouth on her sensitive nipple, she moaned softly, her hands sliding along his shoulders.

"Mmm 'Mione, I want something..." He said, his voice rough with arousal. "Can I have it?" He asks.

"Anything..." Hermione replied without a secong thought, trusting him implicitly.

Moving himself to rest between her legs, Harry slowly began to kiss down her body, his hands sliding along her thighs. Stopping only when his face was level with her slit, he looked up at her, the blush staining her cheeks serving only to make his cock twitch. "I want to taste you." He whispered, his breath hot against her wet slit.

He held himself back from licking at her wetness, waiting on her permission for such an intimate act, his hot breath the only thing touching her.

After a second that seemed like an eternity, she nodded shyly and Harry silently thanked Merlin. He had been wanting this for so long, he just never wanted to push Hermione for something she may not want.

Leaning in, he gently licked along her slit, tasting her and groaning at the deliciously sweet flavor of her. Shifting himself to lay with his head between her legs, his arms wrapped around her thighs, his hands softly kneeding and massaging them.

Harry slid his tongue over her clit and smiled at the high pitched keening sound that came from her. Deciding he wanted to hear that again, he pressed his mouth over that sensitive nub, swirling his tongue around it, teasing her as his hands held her.

She tasted so good, he needed more, needed to taste all of her. Tilting his head, he licked along her slit once more, before sliding his tongue between her folds, pushing the tip of his tongue against her opening. Realizing his tongue was long enough, he gently pushed it into her, tasting her inside and moaning at the amazing flavor of her.

He looked up as he pulled his tongue from her slit, brushing it up over her clit and caught the look of pure pleasure on her face. He wanted to taste her climax, he needed her orgasm in his mouth. Doubling his efforts, he sucked gently at her clit, sliding a finger into her slit, pressing up against that perfect spot he had found.

He could feel her walls squeezing around his fingers as she got closer and closer to the edge. Wanting to push her over that edge, he slid a second finger into her, moving both in and out of her faster.

Her hips were bucking as he used his fingers and mouth on her, her hands digging into his hair. "Harry!" She screamed as she suddenly came appart, her juices soaking his fingers, pulling them out, he slid his tongue into her, moving his hand up to rub her clit and drag out her orgasm, wanting her juices on his tongue.

He moaned at the taste of her as she flooded onto his tongue, his cock painfully hard as she rode out her orgasm. "Mmmmm" He moaned against her slick lips. Pressing one last kiss to her clit, he moved up over her, rubbing his weeping cock teasingly against her mound.

"'Mione..." He whispered, kissing her neck before biting at it lightly. "You are so beautiful." He said, continuing nibbling at her neck. "You taste so good."

"Harry." She whimpered, sliding her hands up Harry's back. "Please." She said, rubbing herself up against him invitingly.

"Mine..." He whispered against her lips as he pushed his entire length into her tight sligh, dragging a loud yell from her.

"Always..." She whispered back, wrapping her legs around his waist as he began to pump in and out of her.

As that one word fell from her lips, all of the control Harry had over his actions fell away, pounding hard and fast into her accepting body. "Mione, let go..." He groaned as he held her hips, pushing deep into her. "Let me feel your fall." He growled into her ear, his long thick member pumping in and out of her.

His words pushed her that last distance, feeling her clench tight around him as she came, his body responding in kind, filling her with his essence, both of them almost screaming in pleasure. Neither of them noticed the light that surrounded them during their shared climax, nor the crackle of magic in the air.

Things had just changed and neither had seen the shifting of the tides or the ancient magics that had just altered the course of their shared future.