Can this be real?

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Chapter 4

In theory, it sounded easy, but we soon realized things were never going to be the same again.

Over the next few days, Ron tried to get me alone, but with my mixed feelings still raging a battle, I didn't want to speak to him as yet. What if Harry told him after all? What if he saw us? The questions went on forever and I grew more agitated. I barely ate at meal times and I could feel both Harry and Ron's worried looks.

It was in fact almost two weeks since "The Incident", as I referred to it, and I could feel myself falling into a pit of despair. Why was life so complicated? I knew Ron had feelings for me, he broke of with Lavender the morning after The Incident, and I still did not know what to do about it.

I was hiding in my regular spot in the library, when Harry pulled a chair out and sat down next to me.

"Spill it, Hermione. What's wrong?"

"Hmph, what is wrong? Let me tell you what is wrong. I think I am in love with my best friend, who is also dating one of my girl friends. He, however, cannot be bothered with me at this stage. On the other hand, I also have some feelings for my other friend, who made it clear that he want something more than friendship with me. Harry, I do not know what to do!"

Harry took my hand in his, gently rubbing my palm with his thumb. For a while neither of us spoke again until he suddenly leaned forward and kissed my open hand.

"Hermione, I think you should give Ron a chance"

Those words broke my heart even more. Being a hopeless closet romantic, I secretly hoped that Harry would not be able to stay away from me, declaring his undying love. However, here he was telling me that I should pursue a relationship with Ron.

I pulled my hand from his, keeping both firmly on my lap.

"O, I see. I understand, Harry"

I quickly stood up, but Harry grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward. The unexpected movements made me lose my balance and I fell into his lap.

"No, Hermione. I don't think you understand at all."

His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb lightly tracing over my lips, driving me insane.

"I have to fight very hard to stay away from you, to keep you safe from him. If he finds out how important you are to me…NO! I cannot let that happen. I already broke it off with Ginny."

"I understand Harry, but your logic is flawed. He already knows I am one of your best friends. He also know that you will do anything to keep your friends safe, thus being in a relationship with me, or any other girl, will not matter in the greater scheme of things. If he wants to get to you, he will attack all of us that are close to you!"

Until that moment, I have never seen Harry looking so defeated.

"And that, Hermione, is why I must go on alone from here. I cannot have you, Ron or any of the others with me. I have to make sure that all the Horcruxes are destroyed, to finish Voldemort once and for all."

I thought that he was joking; surely he didn't think he could do this all by himself? But, looking into his face, I saw that he was serious.

"Listen, Hermione, I don't know for how long I will be away, and I don't want you to wait for me. Promise me one thing though. Promise me that you will really give Ron a chance. If I do not come back…"

Harry not coming back to us? I could feel my heart breaking into pieces at the mere though of never seeing Harry. Before he could finish his sentence, I did the only thing I could, I kissed him.

This kiss was even better than our first. With a groan, Harry took over control of the kiss. His hand settled on my hips, and in a move, so sudden, that I am still not even sure if he used magic or not, he moved me so that I was straddling him. This brought us chest to chest, his hands moving over my back, down to my bottom and pulled me closer still.

A feeling I never knew existed, settled in my abdomen, heat spreading through my body. I could not think of anything else, except for this Boy Wonder, who was trying to consume me body and soul. His soft lips traced a path down to my throat, suckling on a very sensitive spot.

I heard a noise and tried to pull away from Harry, the reality of being in the Library, catching up with me. Harry, however, had other ideas.

"Hermione, please, don't go. Stay." He was kissing the exposed skin just above my breast and I wondered how my buttons came undone. I saw Harry taking his wand and silently cast an invisibility shield around us. He suddenly looked up at me with very vulnerable eyes.

"Please, just for a little while"

Who am I to refuse The Chosen one? He really didn't need to ask twice. I was finally in the one place I longed to be, in his arms. For an answer, I stood up, pulling Harry with me. My arms locked around his neck as I pulled him closer to me, our lips meeting again.

After a mere few seconds of the sweetest kiss, all thoughts fled my mind as his hand settled on my breasts. He had somehow managed to open the remaining buttons of my shirt, which gave him the perfect access to my twins.

He was stroking and pinching through my red and black lace bra, one of my secret indulgences. I wanted so much more, but didn't know how to ask him for it. As if he was able to read my mind, he chose that moment to close his mouth over one nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I threw my head back, a keening sound coming from my lips, and I was so grateful for the shield around us.

His hands undid the clasp, and the twins jumped for joy at the freedom. My hands moved to cover them, they may be celebrating their freedom, but that did not mean that I was feeling comfortable standing in front of Harry, half-naked.

He took my hand away, "No, Hermione, they are perfect. Who knew you had such a beautiful body hidden behind all those clothes."

He then continued to thoroughly give attention to both of the twins while his hands were getting rid of the rest of my clothing.

Was I ready for this? Could I go all the way with Harry?