Chapter Two:
Three Simple Words
Harry kept his arms around Hermione defensively. He was going to let no one hurt her, and he promised that. She had been through a lot, and this revealing fact about Harry cut her deeper then before. He kept his mouth shut about his own cutting. In risk of losing Hermione's trust, he figured it should be kept secret. It was his problem, and had nothing to do with her.
Ron hadn't spoken to him, and Hermione had fallen asleep on Harry's shoulder. When Ron quickly declared that the Burrow was coming into view, Harry shook Hermione awake. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and tried to wipe away the dried tears, but it wasn't working very well. Harry brushed a few stay hairs from her eyes before she turned and looked down at the grounds below.
She could see everything, and remembered everything. She saw a small sty with about eight pigs in it just down the road from the Burrow. She could see her cat, Crookshanks, chasing the gnomes again. Ron had once described them as "fat little Santa Clauses with fishing poles." Hermione just giggled awkwardly at the memory, well, it was awkward to Harry and Ron.
She just continued to look down at the grassy grounds. The grounds were full of the fresh green color that Hermione loved, but the trees were starting to shed their leaves. They wilted off each branch, and this is what Hermione hated worse about having fall on its way. She couldn't help but think that this was a little strange when it was the middle of August and not much had changed since during since summer.
Harry then looked down at the grounds too when a house had come into the clearing. The familiar and wonderful house, and belonged to Molly and Arthur Weasley. Harry loved it here, but he had a feeling that he was going to have to do some serious sneaking around with these bruises if he didn't want to be seen by Molly. Hermione had stayed quite when she had exited the car and entered the house.
"Harry, wait," Ron said when he exited the car as well and made to follow Hermione inside. Harry stopped.
"What?" He wondered, trying his best not to jump to conclusions.
"Look, why couldn't you tell me about how they were treating you?" Ron asked as he crossed his arms and leaned against a wall of the house.
"Ron, you know why." Harry said and Ron shook his head. "I'm supposed to watch what I write, and if anyone found out about it then something might have gone terribly wrong. My uncle," He shuddered a little. "Watched out the window constantly and he saw me the night your letter came in. That's why I never sent more then three letters the entire summer. I had to watch myself. For the first time in my life I was scared of my own family member. Who knows what would have happened if he found out I told people what he did. Who knows? He could have killed me because I had no magic with me. My wand was locked away for ages, and I wasn't allowed to use it. Every time I brought up something about school or wizards I'd get punished. I was scared."
"Harry, I-" Ron started but Harry had clearly cut him off. Harry knew he was going to apologize.
"No problem," Harry put on a weak smile. "I really need some rest though." He said with a small laugh to ease the tension.
"We'd better get you inside and cleaned up." Ron said and helped Harry inside, summoning their stuff through the windows.
When Harry had entered the house he was about to receive a hug from Molly herself, but she stopped. She stood there with fear in her eyes and a laughing Ginny walked in the room. Un-expectantly Ginny had stop laughing and let out a small scream when she laid eyes upon Harry. Molly was shaking a bit at the sight of the poor child and she drew him into a light, non hurtful, hug.
"Harry," Molly said. "What happened to you?" She asked.
"I'll explain later." He said hastily. "Or Ron will tell you later, but for now I need to sleep." He said sadly.
"Of course," She said with a sigh. "You remember where your room is I suppose?" She wondered.
Harry nodded. She shooed him towards the stairs where he climbed up each step with caution. Each step he took made his leg bones hurt even worse. The stairs were narrow and thin and it took a lot out of him. When he reached the top of the third flight of stairs he had finally reached the top floor. He walked down the narrow hall and into the second door on the left. This room he remembered well.
He entered the room and noticed his stuff already set up and neater then the way he packed. Hedwig was gone and was probably off hunting, but Harry hadn't cared at the moment. He removed his jacket for the second time and set it on the chair next to his bed. He turned when he heard a gentle knock on the door.
"Come in," He said as he breathed in quickly through his closed teeth as the pain in his arms seared. He looked to see Hermione enter the room with a tin box. "That isn't another S.P.E.W thing is it?" Harry asked cautiously.
"No," Hermione said hastily. "It's a medical kit." She said and set it down on the chair where Harry had laid his jacket by.
"I need you to remove your shirt, please." She said gently as she opened her kit.
"Why?" Harry asked in confusion. "What are you going to do to me?" He asked as he saw her remove objects from her case that he had never seen before.
"Treat you," She said. "I took summer classes at Hogwarts and got taught how to heal by Madame Pomfrey. She wasn't too happy with the idea of teaching me, but it turned out alright at the end." She smiled. "Now, please remove your shirt." She said sweetly.
"Do I have to?" He asked childishly.
"Would you rather me smack one of your bruises really hard or take off your shirt?" She said provocatively. Harry didn't hesitate.
"Fine." He said angrily.
He sat on his bed as he pulled his shirt off of his non-fed body and Hermione shook her head. It was worse then she thought. He was covered in nothing but bruises and scars. His back had a large mark that was beginning to grow into a rather large scar. She couldn't remove the scars, but she could remove the bruises and maybe a few scratches.
She placed her hands on his shoulder, that were amazingly fine to her, and she moved her thumbs along the bruises underneath. He winced horribly as the pain shot through him like a bullet through a brain. She apologized softly and analyzed his back as she knelt behind him.
"Harry," She started. "Where is this scar from?" She wondered and he put his shirt of his left arm hastily and she hadn't noticed. He sighed.
"A weapon," He said simply. "It also dented the hell out of my ceiling." He growled and she sighed in unbelief. Why was this happening?
"What sort of weapon?" She asked as she started spreading pinkish paste along his bruises.
"A whip," He said and Hermione gasped silently. "It's alright. I can take pain easily, it doesn't matter. You shouldn't even be treating me. It's a waste of time." He said.
"Nothing is a waste of time." She said simple and he looked at her awkwardly.
"Games," He said. "You use to think games were a waste of time." He said and she smirked slightly.
"Maybe," She said gently. "But I've changed." She said.
"Touché you have." He mumbled. She grinned.
"It's alright." She grinned. "You can laugh. I won't be mad." She giggled gently under her breath.
Harry felt relief as she smoothed out the thick paste along his back. It felt cold and it soothed his aches and pains. His relief almost swallowed him up, but he had stopped it because something had jumped in his head. He twisted his head to the side to see her putting more paste on, and then looked to the floor.
"Hermione," Harry started. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something." He said gently so she didn't jump to conclusions.
"Anything," She said sweetly.
"In the car earlier," He said uneasily. "You sort of... well, umm... you did..." He went trailing off and she giggled.
"Kissed you?" She asked as a blush formed on his cheeks.
"Yeah, that!" He said quickly.
"What about it?" She wondered as she began to lather his shoulders in an oily substance that she had brought.
"Well," He gulped. "I was wondering why you had done it." He said and she gulped slightly too.
"Well, I suppose it's because I love you." She said gently and Harry had turned to face her.
"What do you mean?" He wondered.
"Well," She said. "I guess I've known for a while, but it hadn't drawn to my attention until the other day how much I really cared for you. In the car, when I saw your scars, it hit me hard. I can't take seeing you like this." Without meaning to she had begun to tear and the water had filled her eyes. "I don't want to loose you." She whispered.
"You don't need to worry so much." Harry reassured. "I'll always be here for you. I promise." He said just as quite.
"Harry, I know I can't hold on forever. I know I can't, but I just can't help but wonder what I'd do without you." She cried. "In my dreams I see you gone and in my head I hear you scream. What if you died the night that V-Voldemort t-tried t-to k-kill y-y-you?" She asked watery.
"You won't have to find out." He smiled. "Never." He said more simply.
Hermione had dropped her head low and stared at the comforter of the bed before closing her eyes tight. Tears still fell from her eyes and Harry just smiled at her. He cupped her chin with his hand and pulled her head up. She kept her eyes closed, but he had laid a pleasurable and desirable kiss upon her lips.
"Harry," She said as she touched her lips fervently.
"I love you too, Hermione." He smiled.
Those three words! He had said those three simple words. She smiled in return and Harry wiped away a tear from her eye. She looked up as her teary eyes met his green ones and she sighed heavily. She leaned forward and kissed him back sweetly and she felt him kiss her again in return. She broke apart and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled as he hugged her back.
"Alright," She said after wiping the tears from her eyes and pulling away. "Can you lie on your stomach, or is it too painful?" She wondered.
"It's painful, but I'll manage." He smiled.
She helped him roll onto his stomach where he let out a tight breath, but then it turned into a relaxing breathe. Hermione had once again begun lathering his shoulders with oil that made him feel like he was lying on a mountain of pillows. He was in heaven at this moment.
"Alright you need your rest." She said as she sniffled a bit. "I'll leave you be and let you rest." She said.
"No, please." He said as he shifted sideways on his twin size bed. "Lay with me, and stay with me." He pleaded.
"Why?" She wondered.
"Don't laugh," He said. "But I don't want him to come back." He said sadly and in a whisper.
"Harry, he won't come back. He is a muggle." She said as she packed up her things and Harry grabbed her hand suddenly.
"Please?" He wondered. "You haven't slept in days and you said you needed me now more then ever. So please, stay?" He asked, pleading to her with everything he had to offer.
"Alright," She smiled weakly and lain next to him. "I just don't want to see you hurt anymore." She said.
She lay next to him and he snaked an arm up and over her. She wrapped herself in his arm and she sighed gently. It was true that she hadn't slept in days, but she felt a little uncomfortable about being in the same bed with Harry. Then, when she felt his touch, her comfort had returned to her. She knew this is where she needed to be, and she would stay here for as long as she could.
She let out a light and heavily sigh as she entwined her fingers with Harry's and turned her head to face him. Harry had once again opened his eyes and stared at her chocolate ones in satisfaction. She melted in his crystal ones with delight and desirable happiness that she longed for, for almost four years now.
"Hermione," He spoke softly.
"Hmm?" She made the sound lovingly.
"Thank you," He said. He kissed her lips. "For staying with me." He whispered.
She smiled and kissed him back as the pleasure ran through her like a cat after its prey. She loved him. She knew this for sure now, and she thought she would always love him like she does now. Maybe she will and maybe she won't.
She felt a slight movement against her bottom lip, and thinking this was too fast, she had obeyed anyways. She had felt the tongue of her loved one enter her mouth. It explored her mouth and she only moaned heavily. She did her fist intention and let her tongue roll with his. She pulled away for a breath.
"Sorry," Harry panted silently.
"It's alright," She responded with the same breath of pants. "It was nice." She smiled sheepishly.
"I am so tired." Harry said and his head flopped down on Hermione's shoulder.
"I know." She said and kissed him once again, quickly, so things didn't get too out of hand. "Sleep my love, sleep." She said gently.
"Good night 'Mione." He said softly.
"Good morning, Harry." She responded with a light giggled.
"What ever," He mumbled.
Harry had fallen asleep much quickly then her. She let her fingers wander up and down Harry's arm as he slept. She could feel every bruise, every cut, and every scar. She noticed something though. There were a series of cuts on the forearm of his left arm, but not his right. She found this a bit odd.
She wouldn't ask him, because he'd already been through enough. She, though, couldn't help but wonder. Why were some bigger then the others and why were they all in the same alignment? She shrugged it off and closed her eyes to sleep. A deep sleep would soon be bestowed upon her, and she could begin her heavily dreams once again. She sighed heavily for the last time.
Her fingers were still entwined with Harry's as she fell into a peaceful sleep. Her head was positioned so that the lips of their sleeping bodies were touching slightly. Hermione then began her dreams in hopes of happiness, but she was wrong... very wrong.
Hermione sat in the hall of Hogwarts. She was surrounded by books and was flipping through the pages of one in particular. She was hastily reading beyond the books reasons and learning from it all. She had it mesmerized and she had it prepared in her head already... memorized.
"Hermione?" A voice called.
Hermione sat up against the wall and began to blend into the wall. She was paper thin now and she had the exact same tone in color as the wall. The voice went by and she noticed it was none other then Harry Prick Potter. That obviously wasn't his middle name, but that's what she called him.
After he had passed Hermione had summoned, and stolen Harry's invisibility cloak. She went to a room that only she knew about and entered it. It was filled with dark magic objects. She had fortune telling tools and she also had a series of books all about death. She sat at a table and looked into a bowl of greenish liquid. She watched.
"Granger..." A voice bellowed in a high pitch.
"Master," She said sweetly. "Greetings, milord," She said in pleasure.
"Granger, have you discovered the answer?" He asked in a hasty manner.
"Not yet master," She said. "I'm about a centimeter away. I have the details, but not the entire answer." She said softly.
"GET IT!" The voice demanded. "Or you shall meet your maker." He threatened and she shuttered.
"Don't worry master." She said strongly. "This man will be dead once I am through with him." She said.
"He better be, or it will be you instead." He hissed and Hermione nodded.
"Of course Master." She nodded again in a bow.
"Farewell." He said simply and the green liquid had disappeared.
The grounds were dark and the sky was pitch black. She could here the howls of the common ware wolves at the perfect full moon. Hermione shuffled through her supplies to a chemistry set type thing where she began to boil a pinkish liquid. It oozed from the sides where she swiped it into a flask and she set it on the desk.
She looked out at the monthly full moon and she let out a sigh. Her tongue rolled around in her mouth and she took the flask and swallowed it all at once. A shot of lightning slashed through her window and hit her directly in the chest. She screeched in agony as she fell to her knees.
"Damn it." She hissed.
Then she felt her tongue become elongated and her face thinner. What she noticed most was her teeth. Her tongue rolled against them lightly and she had immediately known her potion was a success. She had fangs, and she was finally a full, bloodsucking, human killing vampire that could once kill anyone.
"You will never forget the day you hurt me." She said. "You will die for my revenge!" She hissed out the window. "Be afraid, Harry Potter!"
Author's Notes:
I thought as a little cliffy I'd stop at the end of the dream. I've only gotten ten reviews and I feel very disappointed in that. So show me some love guys and review... PWEEZ! FOR THE LOVE? Lol. Hope you enjoy! I WILL NOT BE UPDATING NEXT WEEK, because of the new Harry Potter book's release.
Airalynn
Updated: (Saturday) July 9, 2005 – 6 DAYS TILL HALF BLOOD PRINCE!
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