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THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MILD SEX REFERENCES. H/HR. DON'T LIKE; DON'T READ.

A/N This is the twenty-first of the series of drabbles and one-shots I'm writing for the 100 Times Challenge

Set during 7th year DH doesn't exist.

21. Deceived

Harry led the way to the seventh floor, trying to calm his nerves. Hermione walked beside him, non pulsed. They had been dating for about seven months now and had only recently told the rest of the school. They were very happy in their relationship and thoroughly satisfied with the way things were going. After four months together Harry had told Hermione that he loved her and she had readily replied that she loved him too. Now, however, three months later, Harry felt the time was right to take their relationship to the next level. Their relationship was built on friendship and trust, they spent a lot of time together, alone and with Ron, but they were not sexually active. There had been the occasional touching and teasing, but they had not yet had sex. Hermione had talked about it, saying that when the time was right they would definitely try, but time was running out.

Harry knew that every second they waited, Voldemort was approaching. When he had decided to return to school last summer, he knew that most of the year would be spent training and preparing for the fight that would eventually come. In the last few weeks he had felt it, his scar prickled more frequently and he was having more nightmares. These nightmares were why he wanted to go to the room of requirement, to practise Occlumency. Or at least, that's what he had told Hermione. In truth, Harry knew that there was no more time, he knew that Voldemort would reach the castle and breach it's defenses any day now. He wanted to spend one night alone with his girlfriend before he faced death. He was not afraid of facing Voldemort, he had been preparing for it for years, ever since he learned that Voldemort wanted him dead. He was, however, terrified of what he was about to do.

As they reached the Room of Requirement, Harry walked up to the door and pulled it open, glancing inside. The room was comfortable, there was a large bed and a fire roared, rose petals were strewn across the bed and floor. It was perfect. Before entering the room however, Harry turned to Hermione.

"I lied to you" he said. Hermione looked confused and worried, she had no idea what was going on.

"What do you mean?" she asked quietly, not entirely sure if she wanted to know.

"I don't need help with Occlumency, it's too late." Harry said, not quite meeting Hermione's eyes, "Voldemort will be here in a matter of days." Hermione knew then what lay behind the door, she realized that she had actually known it all along. She took Harry's face in her hands and looked into the emerald green eyes that were the portals to the biggest heart she had ever known. As she kissed him, Harry backed slowly into the Room, closing the door behind them. Hermione gave the room a quick glance, it was so typically Harry and so very romantic.

"I love you Harry." she said.
"I love you too." he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a gentle kiss to her neck.

Hermione suppressed a moan and tangled her fingers in his hair. Harry gently laid her on the bed and continued kissing her neck. He pulled away to look into Hermione's eyes, which looked back at him, filled with love and devotion. There was also a playful edge which Harry could not define.

"What?" Hermione asked tilting her head to the side,

"What are you thinking?" Harry replied, moving himself so he was lying on top of her with his weight on his elbows.
"I just find it amusing that you thought you would have to deceive me in order to get me into bed with you is all."

"You find me amusing?" Harry replied, slightly indignant.

"Maybe a little." Hermione laughed, bringing one arm over her head. Her laughter sent vibrations down both their bodies and for a time all that could be heard were soft moans and gasps, followed by two exclamations of pure joy.

"Do you still find me funny?" Harry asked as he cradled Hermione in his arms.

"Not at all." She replied sleepily, snuggling closer to her boyfriend. "I love you Harry."

"I love you too Hermione."