Disclamer: I don't own Harry Potter or this song.
Warning: Contains sex. Read at your own risk. There is a warning before it starts, so if you'd like you can skip over. It doesn't really affect the story.
In a romantic fashion
I will experiment with my fear right before her eyes
And every smile that's unveiled will be soaked
in my nervous charm
"Hermione?" Harry called, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
"Yes Harry?" she answered, turning aroud.
"Can I talk to you later?" he asked, cheeks starting to get rosy.
"Yeah, of course. The Room of Requirement around 9 sound good to you?"
"Sounds great." Harry said, and waved as she continued on to Muggle Studies.
The day went by slowly for Harry. He was trying to think of the perfect way to tell her how he felt. He knew what Ron felt for her, and what Ginny felt for him. But damn them, this is how he felt, and this is how we was going to feel for the rest of his life. Nine o'clock came around, and Harry stood up suddenly.
"What's up mate?" Ron asked.
"Uhhh, bathroom break," Harry replied, and rushed outta the room.
"He must really have to go," Ron muttered to himself, and continued writing his History of Magic essay.
And then I'll say,
"Is everything alright?
There's been a few things I've been meaning
to let go of tonight"
And she will say,
"Everything's just fine
So you can put an end to your worrying mind"
And then our lips will collide
The August sky will then bare witness
to a brand new chapter with torn up pages
When the planets align, I can feel the gates opening
to my courage
As I proceed to run my fingers through her hair
And forget everyone who's jaded, 'cause they don't matter
and I don't care
Harry hurried on to the seventh floor where the Room was located. He wasn't surprised to see that there was already a door there; Hermione always liked to be on time. He entered the room quietly. Just as he suspected, Hermione was sitting in an arm chair, and staring intently into the fire while biting her lip. He wondered whether there was something wrong with her, and decided to voice his concerns.
"Everything alright there?" Harry asked, his voice slightly worried. "I wanted to talk to you about something, but if something's bothering you, or you don't feel well, I can wait for another time..."
"No Harry," Hermione said firmly. "Everything's just fine, quit your worrying, and tell me what you wanted to tell me."
"Well.." he started. "I've been having different feelings towards you for months now. And I've been pushing down those feelings, thinking that it was just a crush that I would have on you because you're my best friend and everything, and that it would pass in time.. But it hasn't... and I don't know what to do. You know Ron's in love with you, and Ginny's in love with me. I don't care though! I love you, and I want to be with you, and I could give a damn about Voldemort and the prophecy, and everyone else! I want to be happy, truly happy, for once in my bloody life!"
Harry stood there, fists balled up and shaking, face red, and chest heaving, staring at Hermione waiting for her reaction. She just stood there, processing the information. It was many moments before she did, or said anything. Finally, she crossed the distance that was seperating them, and kissed him hard on the lips.
"I love you, too. So much, you don't understand," Hermione murmured against his lips. "I don't care who disapproves. I don't care whether Voldemort appeared right now and threatened to tear us apart. I don't care if everyone hated us. I'll have you, and that is all that's truly important to me."
"I'm glad," Harry muttered back, tangling his hands in her hair. "Because I wouldn't, actually, I won't give you up for the world. The only way anyone will ever hurt you is if I'm dead first.. and I don't plan on dying anytime soon."
"Good," she said, resting her forehead on his. "I'd have to come after and beat you to your second death."
They both chuckled, and kissed again.
In a confident fashion
I will admit my deepest and darkest to her
And every gaze across the table
will send my unsuspecting body into shock
And then I'll say,
"Would you like to go inside?
and forget the world and the rules
by which we are to abide"
And she will say,
"There's nothing I want more"
As we step into the room, turn off the lights and close the door
The August sky will then bare witness
to a brand new chapter with torn up pages
When the planets align, I can feel the gates opening
to my courage
As I proceed to run my fingers through her hair
And forget everyone who's jaded, 'cause they don't matter
and I don't care
No, 'cause they don't matter
and I don't care
"Hermione," Harry whispered in the dark. It was their last night with each other before they officially went into the Last Battle, as everyone was calling it. "I'm so scared."
"I know, I am too.." Hermione trailed off, and sobs erupted from her throat. She moved away from him, onto the back porch of their apartment that they shared.
"Hermione, don't do this..." Harry said, tears starting to form at his eyes. "Please don't do this to me."
"How can you be so SELFISH? Do you have any idea what this is doing to ME? I'm watching my boyfriend, my best friend, my other half go out into battle!"
"I CAN'T HELP THAT I WAS PICKED FOR THIS STUPID FIGHT. YOU KNOW IF I HAD ANY CHOICE, I WOULD BE HERE, HOLDING YOU AND HOPING FOR THE BEST IN THIS BATTLE."
"I know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't yell at me, I'm just so nervous, and so scared. I don't want to lose you."
Harry eveloped Hermione in his arms. "It's okay.."
"No, it isn't. Just do me one thing."
"Anything."
"Promise me you'll come back."
"I can't promise you that.."
Hermione's sobs grew louder and sadder when he said this.
"But I can swear to you that I'll fight like hell to come back to you."
"I love you. Please don't get killed.. I don't know what I'll do."
"Come after me and beat me to my second death?" Harry said, hoping to cheer her up. She cracked a small smile, and he smiled in return. "Come on, let's get inside."
She nodded, and followed him inside. "Harry?" she said when they got inside.
"Yes?"
"Make love to me tonight."
"What..?"
"Please."
"I thought you wanted to wait until we were married.."
"Not if I have the chance of never being with you again."
Harry nodded, and kissed her. She kissed back, conveying her love to him. Harry backed them to the bedroom, and fumbled with the door knob before going in. He shut off all the lights, and instead, lit candles with a wave of his hand.
(SEX SCENE HERE. STOP READING IF YOU WANT.)
He could feel Hermione's hands at the hem of his shirt, hesitating.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Harry asked, resting his hands on hers.
"Absolutely."
Together, they lifted his shirt up over his head, and resumed kissing. He led her over to the bed, and before ling her down, he pulled her shirt slowly over her head. Then he reached around to unhook her bra. Once it was off, Hermione made a move to cover herself, but Harry stopped her.
"No, don't do that." Harry said hoarsely. She stopped, and he looked down on her.
"Gorgeous," he whispered, kissing her lightly, and trailing featherlight kisses across her jawline, down her neck, to the valley of her breasts. "Absolutely beautiful."
He lavishved each breast for many minutes before Hermione pulled him up to her face to kiss him again. She rested her hands on his shoulders, and slowly trailed her hands down his chest (Harry moaned when she reached his nipples, and Hermione smiled, noting that for later) and stomach to the waistband of his pajama pants. She undid the string and pulled his pants, along with his boxers, down. He did the same thing to her, and spread her legs with his thigh.
With his tip at her opening, he looked in her eyes, asking her for permission. She nodded, and he slowly entered her. Feeling her barrier, Harry said, "I'm sorry."
Harry plunged into her, breaking her innocence forever, and immediately stopped. Tears had sprung up in Hermione's eyes, and her face was controted into one of pain.
"Move," she said.
"Are you sure?" he asked. In response, she bucked her hips up to his, and he moaned. Instinctively, he thrusted into her, and she moaned in response. Slowly, they built up a fast pace, hips meeting rythmically. Finally, Harry felt Hermione's walls clamping down on him, and he let go, and they came at the same time.
(OKAY SEX SCENE OVER, CONTINUE READING.)
They fell into each other's arms, both slick with a thein layer of sweat.
"I love you," Hermione said, burying her head in his shoulder.
"I love you more," Harry responded, kissing her temple.
"Do not," she yawned, and promptly fell asleep. Harry waited a few minutes before sneaking out of her embrace to get a shower and collect the things he would need while being in battle.
Before leaving, he framed her face with his hands, and gave her cherry lips one last kiss, and said "Do too."
Brash and hopeful
that my luck will not perish tonight
And when the overcast tries to kill me
it's your slow motion rain
that falls warm on my neck that keep me alive
Brash and hopeful
that my luck won't perish tonight
And when the overcast tries to kill me
it's your slow motion rain
that falls warm on my neck that keep me alive
Brash and hopeful
that my luck will not perish tonight
And when the overcast tries to kill me
it's your slow motion rain
that falls warm on my neck that keep me alive
Harry and Voldemort were in a fight to the death. Both of them knew that one was going to die tonight, and each was confident that would come out victorious. No taunting shouts were voiced, no sneaky tricks. Voldemort had stopped this when he realized that they were not affecting Harry as they once did. Suddenly, Harry vanished out of thin air. Voldemort looked around, wondering where in the hell Harry could have vanished to, and how he did. Finally, Harry appeared right in front of him, and he only had one last phrase for the villian to hear before his reign of terror ended on the world.
"Goodbye Moldyshorts." Harry snickered, and thrust the Sword of Gryffindor into Voldemort with his left hand, then preforming the deadly curse with his wand hand right after.
Consider this song a testament
of my devotion to your sacharrine scent
And to be completely honest
you're not like all the rest
You're not like all the rest
Consider this song a testament
of my devotion to your sacharrine scent
And to be completely honest
you're not like all the rest
You're not like all the rest
Oh no, you're not like all the rest
You're not like all the rest
After being proclaimed "the boy that lived and conquered", every girl threw themselves at Harry. Harry, in turn, declined all of them saying that he already had his true love, Hermione. This didn't stop Hermione from being worried, or insanely jealous though. One night, while watching TV together, she voiced her concerns with him.
"Harry, are you going to ever leave me," she said causiously. "You know... for one of the girls that are so prettier than me?"
"What?" Harry said, amazed.
"I mean, I'd be completely devestated, but I'd totally understand.. they are utterly gorgeous, and have much better bodies than me. Oh, and my hair will never comp-" Hermione started to say before Harry cut her off with a kiss.
"I would never leave you.. To be completely honest, you're not like all the rest."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, taking it the wrong way, but Harry silenced her again.
"And that's a good thing."
A/N: hope you liked. i think its better than the first chapter. i rushed the Voldemort scene, cus im not to good with action. and the love making scene was the first one ive ever written... i hope its okay. ummm, reviews are appreciated. im thinking about writing another chapter, and it might be from ron's or ginny's point of view (meaning that itll be a jealous song since i dont like ron/hermione or harry/ginny).
