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Chapter 12:
The Beginning
Hermione's P.O.V:
I hate surprises.
I hate being surprised.
I hate not knowing what is going to happen.
I hate the unexpected.
I hate being taken off guard.
I hate not being prepared.
I hate-…
I believe my point has been made…
It was the night of Oliver and Angelina's rehearsal dinner. I had been to one of these before. Everyone walks down the isle in the order of how they will in the actual ceremony, fast forward through the steps and then go out for a nice dinner to get drunk with their family and friends afterwards. I hadn't touched alcohol since that night and…
Wait… Stop this right here. I thought.
He was coming back into my head.
That wasn't allowed.
Glancing across the table I observed my friends eating and drinking together. Their faces were bright and celebratory. Toasting here and there and sipping Firewhiskey like water. I didn't feel like partaking… I felt like I was somewhere else, looking into this happy scene from outside a foggy window. Awaking me from this trance, I felt an arm slip around my shoulders. Turning to my right I found a figure with fiery red hair calling to a friend across the table.
Ron always got more touchy when he drank…
Was this all I am now? Ron's girlfriend?
Starring into my untouched glass of wine I fought back another part of him in my head. The last part of him still lingering.
The part I couldn't let go.
The last time I saw him.
As the month had gone on, I remembered more and more, which made letting go an even more unbearable task.
I remembered his hands on my skin.
Our bodies so close that there was no space between.
Loud music and sharp breathing.
Then the last glimpse I had of his face as it was not even an inch away from my own. I remember what I was thinking, I remember my fast heart beat.
Then it was gone.
He was gone…
This last memory was almost…
"Well look what the cat dragged in!"
I shot my head up that instant and glanced across the room at the source of the call.
Seamus Finnegan was beaming brightly off towards the main door of the restaurant.
My heart stopped as a few of my friends, including Ron beside me rose to their feet.
I remained seated.
I didn't think I could stand up.
"'Ello Harry!" Oliver Wood began crossing over and embracing him. "I guess you did get the invite then?"
"Of course. Couldn't miss this mate."
The sound of his voice made me shiver all over.
"You brought a guest I see?" Angelina pointed out from underneath Oliver's arm.
"Hey. I'm Tony Puccini, nice to meet you."
"Sorry we're so late. Delayed Port Key." he explained.
"No worries mate." Oliver began again. "We'll just put you somewhere. I am sure that your time in the states hasn't erased your mind on how to walk, right Potter?"
A few people chuckled.
I could barely get air down my throat.
I saw him begin to scan the room, smiling and waving to people.
I waited in discomfort to meet those eyes.
I didn't know what would happen.
I didn't know what I would feel.
I hated not being… Prepared.
Finally I met his eyes.
I was consumed by a pool of green. The last time I had seen him, that was all I could see was that haunting, beautiful green.
My heart ached in the familiar pain of love.
I could not deny it.
I hadn't forgotten.
I had just been reminded of the lie I was living.
It seemed like hours that we starred at each other.
He was confronted by all our friends.
Ron, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Katie, George…
Though, he never looked away for more than a few seconds.
I saw nothing but him.
He had come back…
But, for what?
My feelings began to flame.
Why did he come back?
Why the fuck was he here?
Did he really think that he could just come back with some American guy and everything would go back to fucking normal?
My heart was on fire.
All the love I had was burning into anger.
After an hour or so, everyone began to leave.
The burning still remained.
Rising to my feet, I took Ron's hand in my own.
He seemed surprised, but laced his fingers in my hand as well.
As I led the way to the door, there was no escape in talking to him.
The fire was like an inferno.
"Hey, don't think I have had the pleasure to meet you yet." His friend began turning towards me with a smile. "I'm Tony Puccini." He offered his hand to me.
"Hermione Granger." I replied, shaking his hand.
"Hermione, huh?" I could have sworn that there was a quick look to Harry after her learned my name, but I could have just been imagining it. "You British people as their crazy names."
He was trying to be funny.
Stupid American…
"Yes." I murmured.
My eyes moved away from the one named Tony and to the other one causing the emotional battle in my head.
Even if I hated him for leaving me I could not deny the truth.
The feelings were so strong I felt faint from fighting them back.
"It's good to see you 'Mione." Harry said, slowly putting a hand on my lower arm.
The sound of him saying my name made me feel ill and the feeling of his warm skin against my own made my knees feel weak.
"Good to see you too." I said, letting a soft smile appear on my lips.
I hated more than I could say, but I loved him so badly.
"Well, see you tomorrow at the ceremony." Ron said, patting Harry on the shoulder. "Glad you're back. Things haven't been the same without my best mate."
"Same here Ron." Harry said, smiling back at him, but I found him looking at me once again.
I didn't know what he was playing at.
It made the fire return thinking about it.
That night, I stayed with Katie Bell.
All she had been able to talk about was how gorgeous Tony was. Though, I was a relief for I hadn't wanted to say much…
Sleep wouldn't come.
I only found him.
I thought of nothing else.
Every other breath I felt love and then anger.
I was captivated.
I felt like I was under a spell.
I was consumed.
I was… Bewitched.
Harry's P.O.V:
Dreams are much easier to deal with than the real world, but I am sure everyone knows that….
Lying in my bed I was consumed in an indescribable dream.
She lay next to me in nothing but her skin on my bed.
My hand was cupping the delicate line of her jaw.
Everything about her was flawlessly perfect.
Her hair.
Her eyes.
Her breasts.
Her figure…
Everything.
And the best part of this dream version of the girl I loved was that she was mine all mine.
I could have stayed in this errorless place for the rest of my life, but there are always disturbances to my happiness…
"Harry?"
The Hermione in my dream had said my name.
"Yes?"
"Harry!"
Suddenly her voice was that of someone else.
The American staying in my flat.
"Harry fucking Potter! Don't make me pummel you dude."
Maybe if I ignore him, he will go away…
As much as I tried to stay in the dream, it was fading away to nothing.
"Dude wake up!" the bed jostled beneath me.
Instantly, my eyes thrust open. Shaking my head I rubbed them and looked at the empty space now next to me. Sitting up I scanned the room and spotted the source of my disturbance, Tony Puccini. His usual rugged appearance was now clean and reformed in a white dress shirt and black pants. I didn't even know he owned anything like that.
"Good morning sunshine." he was smirking at me. "You plan on getting up or are you going to puss out on me?"
"What time is it?" I murmured, reaching to my bedside table retrieving my glasses.
"11. We have to be with your friend's 'blokes of honor' by 12ish. You better get your shit into gear. You have a fox to win back."
Flipping a red tie around his neck, he winked at me and sauntered back out of my room.
I didn't have time to mourn the ending of my perfect dream. I was in my shower and out again in no time at all. Coming back into my room, I found myself taking a moment to appreciate it. I hadn't realized how much I had missed my flat.
My city…
My friends…
My Hermione…
Seeing her the night before brought up a whirlwind of emotions.
I couldn't look away from her.
My eyes were glued.
She looked fucking beautiful.
There's not a better description than that.
The want I had for her and turned into a desperate need within the hour of time I spent across the table from her.
Hermione. Hermione. Hermione.
I couldn't believe I had managed to push her from my mind, or even had allowed myself to do it.
I was obsessed, even though it made me feel terribly idiotic and like a back stabbing bastard to my best mate.
But like Tony had said…
Love is hard to deny. And I don't always have to think of others…
This wasn't a typical thing for a hero to think.
Fuck it. I thought as I straightened my tie looking at myself in the mirror. I guess I'll be a villain from now on…
"Harry?" Tony asked, peaking through the door. "Damn. You clean up well kid."
"Thanks." I snorted turning towards him with a smirk.
"You ready dude?"
"Yeah, I am."
I was going to win her back.
I had to.
Hermione's P.O.V:
I have never really believed in fate until the day of Oliver and Angelina's wedding.
Standing in the back of the small St. Anthony's church located just out of the city, I found myself sitting away from all the 'action'. All the other bridesmaids were surrounding Angelina, doting her with make up and praises while I was sitting off to the side in my own misery. This wedding was ridiculous and everyone knew it. George Weasley was the one that Angelina should be with… I was sure that even Angelina knew that in the back of her mind, but she just felt so committed to Oliver for helping her so much that she thought that it was the right decision… She was fighting her heart to do the 'right' thing.
I know how you feel Angelina… I thought.
A knock at the door brought chaos to the room. Katie Bell scurried to the door and opened it to reveal Harry's friend Tony Puccini. He grinned at my friend and took her hand, placing a kiss on it. Instantly, Katie smiled and batted her eyelashes at him. I was almost certain that the cereal I had managed to force down that morning would make a second appearance.
"Hermione?" Katie called back across the room to me.
I looked up in confusion. She gestured me to come over to them. Standing up, I crossed the room and felt every eye in the room on me.
"Hey Hermione, I have got some bad news for you babe."
"What?" I demanded, a little annoyed with him calling me 'babe'.
"Your boyfriend, he's a little under the weather at the moment."
"What do you mean?" I squinted my eyes a little.
"Food poisoning it looks like… But it's alright, Harry is going to step in and walk with you down the isle. Just lead him to the right place and we're in business." he winked at me before turning to Katie. "I'll see you ladies at show time." his eyes were gracing over her body with lust hidden behind the praise.
I would have been more concerned and disgusted if I hadn't already been consumed by another thought.
Tony was then gone as quickly as he had came.
My heart was in my throat begging to be let out from it's prison.
Crossing back over to the other side of the room I found a mirror. Katie followed me in her own little trance as she rambled on about Tony. Ripping my make up bag out of my purse I began to work at my appearance. My heart was thumping in protest at my newly found basket of emotions (this was becoming so confusing I almost felt like a middle aged woman going through menopause).
I wanted to be flawless.
I wanted to be irresistible.
I wanted to show him what he had walked away from.
What he could have had if he hadn't left me.
Why had he left me?
"Hermione!" Katie Bell had her hand on my shoulder. "Come on, it's time to go!"
Turning around I saw the other bridesmaids getting in line before Angelina. Rising to my feet, I picked up my flowers and went to my spot in line. As we left the room, I felt my hear pounding once again meeting Harry's eyes across the hall. He smiled at me and offered me his arm.
I managed to calm myself by the time we were at the doors, waiting for our turn to walk down the isle. That is… Until I felt his lips against my ear.
"You look amazing." he whispered.
It took all my strength to not be putty in his hands.
My anger and resentment was actually winning this war.
During the entire ceremony, I felt his eyes on me from across the room. My knees were weak, but my stubborn nature would not give in. He couldn't get off this easy…
By the time that the reception began, Ron was still not well, meaning Harry, once again was left to walk me into the Grand Bartholomew Plaza(one of the nicest hotels in the wizard world) where the party was being held. When our names were announced, he led me to the table inside the hall. His friend Tony was cat calling from the other side of the hall. He chuckled and placed his hand on my lower back.
Shivers shot up and down my spine, but I remained strong.
I even remained strong when he asked me to dance.
When he held me close to take in the sent I longed to smell not too many months before.
When his eyes saw nothing but me.
When his hot breath tickled my collar bones.
Although I had succeeded in remaining strong through these very things, with every little game he played the more and more I wanted to give in.
I couldn't deny how much I loved the confusion I felt.
I didn't know what he wanted from me, but I wasn't trying to find out.
I was loosing track of time, but I was certain Harry and I had been dancing for at least 3 whole songs without saying a word.
My strength was dying down as I rested my head on his shoulder. I felt the eyes of our friends around us, but I was beginning not to care.
Katie Bell was really the only one I cared about, but she was already busy dancing with Tony who was whispering what I imagined to be 'American nothings' into her ear.
"You ever notice how cheesy these love songs are that they play at weddings." Harry said. I removed my head from his shoulder and turned to face him. It was still like one of my most wonderful dreams to see him before me in all his perfect-ness.
"Yes, I have. It's all rubbish really." I laughed softly to myself.
"Sometimes it is."
I narrowed my eyes I him accusingly.
"Look who is the sudden romantic." I teased.
Damn it, I am flirting with him… I thought.
"I'm just saying… Not everything they say is complete shit."
Those green orbs took all my attention as I felt the electricity between us.
"God you're so beautiful tonight…" he mumbled. "You have no idea how much I missed you 'Mione."
The anger suddenly returned.
"Really?" I felt the fire burning in my gut. "I guess that is why I received so many owls then?"
His eyes widened in fear.
"'Mione-…"
"Shut it Harry… I don't want to hear it."
I stepped away from his grasp and walked away.
I was sure all the eyes in the room were watching as I left the room, but the amount that I cared was far from the amount of anger building inside.
Pushing through the main door I trudged down the hall not sure where I was heading. I found another large glass door to the left that led to a balcony. Opening the doors I let the cold night air begin to cool me down.
"Hermione."
My face was hot as I heard him come out onto the balcony with me.
"What do you want Harry?" I snapped turning around to face him.
"I want to talk to you…" he said, taking a step towards me.
"About what? About how you left me?" I voice cracked. I felt tears being to pool in my eyes. "About how you are trying to pretend that everything is ok? About how you-…" I stopped myself and turned away again. "Nevermind… This is stupid… This is-…"
"Wrong?" he was right behind me now.
"What are you playing at Harry?" I demanded, spinning around to face him. We were almost nose to nose. His expression was blank as he waited for me to continue. My upper lip trembled as I let my tears fall freely. I couldn't hate him. I could never hate him.
I was so in love with him it hurt.
"I have been nothing without you Harry…" I admitted. "Why did you leave?" my voice cracked again.
"I had to." he said, letting down a very small barrier.
"Why?"
"Because-… I-…?"
"Yes?"
"You really don't know, do you?"
"Know what?"
He didn't reply.
His eyes were blank as was his face.
"Harry-." But I didn't get to finish.
Thrusting his hand behind my neck, he pulled me in the few more inches closer to connect our lips.
Harry Potter kissed me.
Our lips moved in perfect rhythm against each other. Running my hands through his hair, he cradled my waist with his free arm.
Our tongues twisted inside of each other mouths, finally joining in the long awaited union of our lips.
This was unlike any other feeling that I had ever felt in my life.
It was electric.
I knew the truth then.
I understood everything.
Harry loved me too.
He loved me.
This was fate…
At this pivotal moment I knew there was no turning back.
We belonged to other hearts, but our hearts belonged to each other.
This was the beginning of the new lie we would both be a part of.
The beginning of the affair we were now a part of.
This was the beginning.
O.O.S: So it finally happens after 11 chapters. Let the real fun begin…
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