AN just a warning my updates this week will be a tad scattered I have many many tests and assessments. Well back to the story.

Harry walked into the bathroom and removed his shirt, shoes and socks, transfiguring his pants into night pants. He walked back into the room and saw Hermione before him in only her underwear digging through a draw.

She looked up and smiled innocently. "Oh come now Harry, its not like you haven't seen me naked before." Hermione stated and Harry frowned. "I know you were wearing contacts that day, Ron told me." Hermione chuckled at his embarrassed expression as she walked past him into the bathroom and picked up his large white undershirt. She placed it on and sighed in the heat that still lingered on it.

She walked up to the bed and slipped inside waiting for him. Harry approached and slowly slid in beside her. This is no different to when you fall asleep on the lounge together… its only a bed… right? Harry thought as Hermione turned her back to him and drew his arms around her waist. She looked very adorable in his shirt. It went to about the middle of her tanned thighs, the remnants of her volunteer trips south.

Harry felt her lean back into him absentmindedly and he held in a moan when she perfectly fitted to his body, her backside gently resting infront of his sensitive region. This is going to be a long night. Harry thought as he felt her shift slightly under his arms as sleep once more took over her body.

Harry tightened his grip around her waist and took in a deep breath, but that didn't help his mind, the scent that reached his nose her scent was of strawberries and what seemed like vanilla, harry presumed what made it so delicious was that scent of woman that seemed to pulsate off of her… or maybe that was just him.

He closed his eyes and felt tiredness come over him and cloud his thoughts. When he finally slept he felt good, for once, he felt complete.

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She felt warm, very warm and very safe in his arms. She woke up slowly, his hands were rubbing gentle circles underneath the over sized shirt she wore. The fact that his hand was on her bare flesh made her want to quiver at the feeling. She had wondered for a moment what she was doing with Harry Potter in her bed, but then her memory came back to her and she remembered asking him to stay.

He had been so nice as well, like a true gentlemen, he hadn't even tried to cop a feel, well other than the fact he was running his fingers over her belly in his sleep. She knew he was asleep from the familiar heavy breath that was brushing over her ear. It wasn't annoying, quite to the contrary it made her quite glad to hear him breathing, after all the threats of losing him over the years.

Hermione was shocked harry hadn't had a night terror. He had told her that he didn't spend the nights asleep with Ginny because she thought there was no reason too. Harry believed that the feeling of someone you love beside you whilst you slept would be an amazing one, if he could ever experience it. But he was glad at the same time that Ginny hadn't witnessed him at his weakest moment. His mind as he put it would travel elsewhere and he would feel like he was back in the war, back with the face of death smiling up at him around every corner.

But Harry always called on Hermione right after he had a night terror, when his dreams over took him he was left with nothing but despair. He had felt guilty the first few times but after a while accepted the fact that Hermione would not leave him alone to deal with his problems.

"Hermione… please…"his murmuring was normal in his sleep Hermione had discovered but she had never heard her name said without terror in every syllable. Hermione turned in his arms and was surprised that she could, but knew that if she tried to break his hold on her he would awaken and she didn't want him too well not just yet anyway. She smiled warmly at his confused expression.

"Hermione… come away… come back to me… please I love… so…" a single glistening tear fell down his cheek and Hermione felt her heart clench.

"Harry, im not going anywhere, I love you too… now stay with me." Hermione whispered stroking his cheek and harry smiled in his sleep, Hermione could tell he was close to waking.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Quite possibly." Hermione teased and Harry's smile widened.

"Good."

"Why?" she asked nervously.

"Because when… someone dreams… they can do whatever they want… and not be afraid anymore…." He trailed off and he leaned in and kissed her neck. Hermione gasped at the feeling of his nuzzling into her neck and she let out a moan when he pushed her to her back and begun moving his hands down her body.

"Harry… you should wake up now." Hermione whimpered, she knew she was doing the right thing, even though she wanted his body against hers more than anything.

"But I like this dream 'mione." He murmured and Hermione moaned when he sucked on her pulse point. Hermione gasped when she felt his hard erection on her thigh.

"Harry! You aren't dreaming!" she exclaimed and harry opened his eyes and stared into hers. His eyes seemed afraid; worried that she would hate him.

"Hermione! Oh I am so sorry… I thought… I thought I was dreaming!" he blubbered and Hermione smiled embarrassed, feeling her cheeks redden, she wondered suddenly does he dream of me often? She placed a hand on his cheek and was hurt when he flinched away sitting at the end of the bed, his back to her. He had his head in his hands and Hermione felt bad for him. She sat up and crawled over to him so that she was directly behind him; she wrapped her arms around his waist and embraced him.

After a few moments his hands came onto hers. She kissed the indentation between his shoulder blades and he sighed.

"Its okay harry… I don't mind… seriously." Hermione said quietly hoping not to give away her feelings. He groaned and rubbed his eyes with one hand, keeping his left on top of hers, his large hand covering both of her smaller ones.

"I'm sorry Hermione.. You are my best friend… I could have hurt you… I really am sorry… what if I had gone to far… you would never have forgiven me!"

"I'm sorry you didn't go to far…" he stiffened under her fingertips and she bit her tongue to stop herself from speaking.

"What did you say 'mione?" he sounded wary and Hermione released her hold of him. He turned and stared at her, his eyes dark with…something was it passion? Hermione gulped that was not meant to come out.

AN: next chapter: "Nothing Harry… not- Harry what are you doing?"

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