CHAPTER 3
'Otherside'

warning: ...dirty. Almost sex(that comes later...) and language. okay? there ya go. that's why it's in the M section. so don't read if you're gonna whine and say they're out of character. they're bloody fiction. :

Harry woke up later than normal the next morning, almost missing breakfast. He rolled out of bed went to the mirror, his long hair looked even more messy than normal. The thought of last night with Hermione ran sprinting through his mind as if taunting him as he ran some gel through his hair, to at least TRY and manage it. No matter how hard he tryed the thought 'You were so close to tasting those lips' keep repeating to himself over and over. Why didn't he kiss her? ...and what made him even say the things he said to her? It seemed as if everytime he'd look at Hermione something was going inside his head that made him feel ...not himself. As soon as the thought was done, occlumency came into his head, 'that's what it has to be...' Harry thought...Voldemort it had to be him. Harry entered the Great Hall and could feel stares at him, not quite sure why though...He sat down at his normal spot next to the left of Hermione and with Ron, Neville, and Luna near. They were silent. Luna, of course, was the first to speak up.

"Harry," she said in her peculiar voice, "you look different to me for some strange reason...but I kinda like it," she finished with a smile to him. He returned the smile and this caused Hermione's eyes to flame, 'I like it too...very much so...' she thought.

"Yeah mate, there's just something different...what'd you do?" Ron asked.

"Um...I put gel in my hair this morning because it was messier than usual," Harry answered completely oblivious to every bloody girl in the hall looking at him with lust in their eyes.

"I don't think that's it Harry, but whatever it is I like it," Hermione said before finishing her thought by leaning foward to his ear and whispering, "a lot," and she grabbed his thigh. Harry almost dropped his fork at his excitement.

"Thanks Hermione," it was now her who he gave the smile to. The group turned back to stuffing their faces, especially Ron, and Harry grabbed the chance to lean over to Hermione and whisper, "I'm sorry about last night..."

"Why are you sorry?" she whispered back looking deep into his eyes now, "Do you regret getting so close to me?" she asked with a hurt look starting to emerge on her face

"No No No No No, " Harry rushed extremley quickly into her ear, "it wasn't that I didn't want to kiss you, that's not why I ran away, I just...I think Voldemort's getting in my head again." Hermione covered her hand with her mouth to hang in her gasp.

"Oh Harry!...that's horrible...so technically it wasn't you talking to me like that?" Hermione replied, trying to hide the disappointed look on her face.

"No, I mean...I felt him, but it was still me...I wasn't evil or anything, I just wanted you closer to me, it was almost as if he was ...helping me." The thought immediately scarred his mind.

"No Harry. You-Know-Who does not help. There's no good in him, no love," Hermione quickly responded, once again gripping his thigh.

"No love...but lust?" The thought left both Harry and Hermione speechless, "Or, or maybe..maybe he wasn't trying to help me, maybe he wanted to drive you away from me, trying to take away the person I care the most about in the whole world," Harry finished blushing slightly at his confession.

"Oh Harry," Hermione paused and thought about how many times she's used the phrase Oh Harry but she continued on, "that's so sweet, I care about you the most in the world too, if anything ever happened to you..." she paused to breathe, " well I don't know what I'd do!" Hermione rushed out. Breakfast was then over and Harry leaned into Hermione and gave her a kiss on the cheek and she blushed a crimson red.

He sat silently in class not speaking a word but just staring at Hermione, still processing what was happening to him and whether or not it was Voldemort...or perhaps Harry's connection to the Dark Lord goes to a deeper point. Can evil really do such a thing to love? Or does evil even know love? The thought of evil taking over Harry somehow made sense to him now, just as Sirius had told him, "We all have some light and dark inside of us." The dark was something he was starting to grow to love if it made him and Hermione closer in this, oh so beautiful way. Harry's angst was undeniable, and Hermione can now finally help him release his anger. Class ended and he looked up to see Hermione at the door waving at him to come, he waved back and mouthed 'one sec' to her and she turned around to lean on a hallway wall. Harry gathered his things together and began to walk out the door, and looked up to see Hermione leaning against the wall on her side, her back to him. He glanced her up and down and the feeling came over him again. He barely growled as he looked her up and down once more before pouncing to her, pinning her against the wall.

"Hey thereee, " she whispered rather seductive to him, rather un-hermione like...but then again, this wasn't very Harry like. She wrapped her hands around him, gripping his back pushing him closer to her, "wanna go somewhere?"

"Yeahhh, " Harry growled at her and she moaned at his rough voice. Hermione grabbed his hand and dragged him to the nearest broom closet.

"Harry, is this you?" Hermione asked before waving her wand whispering, "Lumos." and lit formed in the dark dingy closet.

"Yes, it's me Hermione," Harry looked back at her, still with a look of lust, but not necessarily evil.

"Do you think Voldemort is doing this to you?"

"I'm not sure...but I need to kiss you so can we talk later?" Harry asked innocently before Hermione crashed her mouth to his in a split second, ramming him against the nearest wall, pulling at his uniform. Harry immediatley responded and his hands went exploring, starting at her waist before slowly starting to fall to cup her ass and she responded with a gasp and stopped kissing him and clutched his hair.

"OH Harrrryyyyy," Hermione cried, there it was again, Oh Harry.

"I love you Hermione," Harry gasped for breathe.

"I love you too Harry!" and she resumed kissing him, "Wait...is this all you still? Do you really love me?"

"Yeah...I mean I think it is...I don't feel Voldemort anymore...and yes, I do love you...Hermione you don't think I could be turning evil do you?" Harry asked with the cutest look in his eyes, and all Hermione could do was giggle at him.

"No Harry, I don't think you're turning evil, you're too sweet," she pauses to kiss his chin, "kind," kisses his nose, "generous," kisses his cheek, "considerate," kisses his forehead, "yet I do like what you do when you are a bit on edge..." she leans down from his forehead, to kiss his lips gently and pulls away just enough to still linger on his lips.

"I can be evil if you want me to be evil baby, just no Tom Riddle please, " Harry said to her, and Hermione laughed at him and he leaned down to run his tongue roughly over her exposed neck. Hermione's gentle fingers undid his tie and shirt and Harry shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. "Ahhhhh...yeah...I'm lovin this evil thing ..." Hermione whimpered as she clawed roughly at his back like an animal, but it didn't hurt him, only turned him on more. She pulled Harry up to kiss her mouth yet again and he roughly stuck his tongue into hers and she immediatley excepted and their tongues wrestled. She pulled away briefly to rub her hands down his amazingly chisled abs and purred like Crookshanks.

"God bless quidditch," they both laughed and smiled at eachother and leaned in to sweetly kiss again. And sweetly once again turned into almost violently passionate. Hermione then reached down and tugged at his belt and whispered, "I need you, i've waited too long."

"Hermione!," Harry gasped through a moan, "I don't want our first times to be in a broom closet. I care about you too much..."

"Oh god...you're right," Hermione pulled away upset, "yeah, and we have class..." both paused and just stared at eachother dreamily before almost on cue their eyes shot open and screamed in unison, "CLASS!" Hermione fled to grab Harry's shirt in the corner of the room, apparently somehow she had roughly thrown it across the room when she took it off, she brought it back to him and rushed him to quickly put it on.

"Shit. Where's my fucking tie?" Harry's voice still very rough and pissed about having to go to class and stop this.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh, do you need it?!" She looked to him and he mockingly nodded quickly, "Oh...uhm..uhm..uhm..." her eyes quickly scanning the whole room, "There it is!" Hermione pointed to one of the shelves and reached up high and got it and said, "Jeez, I must've been in a huge rush to get you naked cause I threw everything off mighty far." They laughed and once again were together kissing lazily. Harry then pulled away like the idiot he is.

"Class Hermione," Harry said with a sigh.

"Oh god, I've rubbed off on you too much...damn...let's go," and she pulled him out by the arm into the hallway and ran down the hallway together to class hand in hand. They sprinted to Snapes class, of course, the worst class possible to be late to of course. They reached the door, looked at eachother, gulped, and entered together.

"MR. POTTER...MISS GRANGER...You'd think that after 7 years at Hogwarts you'd be able to get to class on time...obviously not," Snape replied to their entrance in most Snape-ish approach, Load yet quiet...and sarcastic yet serious.

"We're really sorry Professor, we were just...uhm...we were...," for the first time in 18 years Hermione Granger was in fact...speechless and in detention.

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Turn me on take me for a hard ride
Burn me out leave me on the otherside
I yell and tell it that
It's not my friend
I tear it down I tear it down
And then it's born again