Sorry I took so long. I changed my pen name!!!!! Anyway, Enjoy!!!!

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Hermione awoke, showered, and ate breakfast. Just like she always did. Her life is was always in routine. She missed Harry. She wished that she had told him how she had really felt about him. How she loved him. 'Too late.' she thought.

She went to work and she began to work. She was working on a spell that was like the Polyjuice potion but you could be in disguise for a longer time. It was challenging and it required her to bring her work home. When she finally arrived home, around six, she showered and got dressed. Draco was going to come over. After Hogwarts, Hermione and the ferret had become good friends. She talked to him when she could not talk to Harry or Ron.

The doorbell rang, and she opened it. "Draco!" she said and hugged him. "Hey Hermione." She let him into her apartment and they sat down, and watched Hermione's favorite movie, Titanic. Hermione was crying at the end, and Draco kept complaining about the movie. When, the movie ended, Draco was silent.

"Hey, what's wrong?" "Have you seen the Prophet?" "No, why?" He pulled out a copy of today's prophet." The headline read:

Harry Potter spotted in Italy!!!

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, has been on the run for the last two months after murdering the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour. In addition, he also destroyed half the building of the Ministry of Magic, and injured sixteen aurors. (To read this article turns to page 6.)

The Boy-Who-Killed, was spotted in Rome, Italy by a wizard. The wizard immediately told the Italian aurors and the Italian Minister of Magic soon found out.

The English Minister of Magic Aegeon Dawsden has called an emergency meeting in order to catch this murdered. If anyone has any information that may help this case, they have been asked to owl the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Hermione put down the article. "He's been spotted. That's good news." "Yeah. I guess. How are you?" Hermione had told Draco her deepest darkest secret; her true feelings for Harry. She had told him a couple of months ago, and since then, he has been trying to get her to act on her feelings.

"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" "Because the man that you love is a criminal on the run." "What do you mean 'love'? I do not love him anymore." "Yes, you do. I can tell." "Draco I don't love him anymore. He's a criminal and can't love a criminal." "Why? Ginny loved me?" "You are not a criminal. Harry is." "Well, some might say that Scrimgeour deserved it."" But he did it. He should not have. He's a criminal and I can't love him. I don't love him."

This was a lie. She loved him. She still loved him and she knew this.

While Hermione slept, she was plagued with a horrible dream. The dream, when Ron had told her what Harry had done. She really did miss him. She wished that he was here, with her.

The next day, Hermione woke up, and showered as usual. She put on a blue sundress, with flip flops. Her hair was straight and loose. She was going to Mrs. Weasley's Sunday lunch.

When she arrived at the Weasley's she went into the living room. There, was Draco, Ron, Lavender, Fred, George, Remus, and Tonks. She walked in and sat down next to Tonks, the farthest away from Lavender.

"Hermione," said Tonks "What did you do yesterday?" "Draco and I watched a movie." "A bloody horrible movie." "It was not horrible. It was an excellent movie." "Which movie did she make you watch?" Ron asked "Titanic." "Oy! She made watch that movie too!" "Yes I did. And if I remember correctly you started crying in the end." she said.

Ron's ears turned as red as his hair and everyone started laughing. Fred and George were rolling on the floor. "Oy! That was only because there was something in my eye and because Harry-"it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. Everyone stopped laughing. Remus looked stunned, Fred and George sat upright, and Ron was just as stunned as Remus. "Let's eat" Tonks abruptly said.

Lunch was unusually quiet. All that was heard was knives and forks. It was clear that no one wanted to talk about the article.

When Harry killed the Minister, everyone was affected by it. Ron had lost his best friend and a brother. Remus had lost a son. Mr. & Mrs. Weasley also lost a son. And Hermione lost the man she loved, and her best friend.

"Hermione, dear when are you going to bring a nice man for all of us to meet?" Mrs. Weasly asked. "As soon as I meet him." "Hermione, you know I ran into Seamus the other day, why don't you give him a call?" Ginny asked.

'Oh God!' thought Hermione. Hermione hated being set up. She could not date Seamus. He use to be Harry's partner. He was too close to Harry and she could not handle that. "No thanks Gin." and she ate her lunch in silence.

When she finally arrived at home, she dove into her work. She needed a distraction. A distraction from her life. A distraction from her problems. She finally broke down and cried. She cried for Harry. She cried for herself. She cried for them.

When she woke up, she realized that she was still in her office. She looked at her alarm clock it read "2:00 a.m. Wayyyyyyyy to early to be up." She put away her papers, and went to her room to sleep.

The next time, that she awoke, she was awoken by the feel of someone's lips on hers. The lips were warm, soft, and inviting. It was as if, she had kissed them all of her life. Realization dawned on her, and she pushed the person that was kissing her away and opened her eyes.

The figure stumbled back, but regained balance just in time before it hit the ground. Hermione sat up, and grabbed her wand from under her pillow. "Lumos Maximus!" the spell illuminated her entire bedroom.

She gasped when she saw who the person was.

His hair was longer and he had a stubble but those green eyes were the same. They were the same green eyes that she had fallen in love with all of those years ago. The same green eyes that she could drown in. She knew immediately who it was. "Harry?"

"Yes, Hermione, it's me." that was all that she needed to hear. She threw her wand in the floor and ran to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

The kiss was intense and passionate. She poured all of her love for him into that one kiss, and he kissed her back. She licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance, and he granted it. His hands went to her thigh then up her nightgown to her bum, and he squeezed. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, while he led her to the bed. Never breaking the kiss.

Her back hit the bed and he felt on top of her. They finally broke the kiss to breath. She looked into his green orbs, and longed for him to touch her. She was nervous. She was no virgin, but this was Harry. She did not know if this was a dream or if it was real, but at this point, she didn't care. All she wanted was him.

He kissed her again, and his hands went up her nightgown, up her hips, and to her breast. She moaned when he touched her breast. He brought his lips to her neck, and then to her shoulders. He kissed her earlobe and groaned into her ear. That was all she could take. She hastily unbuttoned his shirt, through it on the floor and ran her hands over his well-toned chest.

She lifted her arms, and he took of her nightgown. She felt self-conscious because she was in only her knickers, but then she looked into his eyes. His eyes were darkened with lust and desire; she couldn't take it, and she kissed him. He ran his hands over her breast and when he pinched her nipples, she moaned in ecstasy.

She unbuckled his belt, and threw it away then set to work on his trousers. She unbuttoned them, and pushed them down with her hands. She pushed them down the rest of the way with her feet. She put her hands in his boxers and grasped him. She stroked him up and down, and she loved the way he groaned. He took her hands out and she put them around his neck. He removed her knickers, and after tossing them away, he entered one finger into her.

She was soft, and wet, just perfect for him. She moaned and arched her back. He stuck another finger in, and she whispered his name from her lips. "Harry, please, stop teasing." she pleaded and he entered her.

When she entered her, she gasped. They soon found a rhythm that was perfect and she rocked her hips back and forth and she met him every time he thrust. Words of encouragement escaped her lips and then she reached her climax. His name escaped from her lips and her sweet moans brought him with her and he collapsed on top of her.

She slowly regained her strength and she drifted of to sleep.

Was it a dream? Was it real? Review to find out!!!!!!!