Love Runs Deep

by jthorne

Harry and Hermione are hunting Horcruxes. New feelings develop between them. DH orientated, but Non-Canon. Rated MA themes and situations. No Hallows. Updates on Fridays! When this is finished it'll be more of a chronicle than a story. Summary inside.

12. Chapter 12

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, AND I AM NOT MAKING ANY MONEY.

WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT.

Chapter 12

Harry and Hermione made their way to the Hospital Wing. Harry wondered if Madam Pomfrey would even be there, as it seemed like most of the castle's inhabitants were still in the Great Hall. They walked together, trying to ignore the bodies that hadn't been moved. After what felt like hours, the doors to the hospital wing came into view. Pushing the doors open, Harry looked inside. The room was empty.

Harry had stopped in the doorway, not knowing what Hermione wanted to do.

'Let's go and lie down,' she said.

Taking his hand, Hermione pulled him towards one of the beds. Sitting down, Hermione patted the bed next to her; so Harry gracelessly plopped down beside her. The night had been never ending, and Harry felt a wave of exhaustion sweep over him, and he pulled the two of them into a more horizontal position. Hermione turned to face Harry. Harry took Hermione's hands in his as emerald eyes met chocolate. For a while they just lay in silence, staring into the others eyes, letting everything that had happened sink in.

'I'm sorry,' said Harry, breaking the silence. Hermione frowned.

'What for?'

'Leaving you.'

'It wasn't your fault Harry. You had to.'

'And I'm sorry that I pushed you away,' Harry was blinking back tears now.

'It's okay, if you hadn't I probably wouldn't have been able to leave you,' said Hermione, her own tears cascading down her face. Harry felt the great need to hold his girlfriend, and adjusted his position on the hospital bed. He sat himself up and Hermione came with him, resting her head on his chest, and letting his grimy shirt soak up her tears.

Hermione's tears subsided after a little while, and she moved herself further up Harry's body, her head resting on his shoulder now. She was silently asking Harry for a cuddle, and that was what she delightfully received. His arms wrapped around her firmer than they had before, her own snaking around Harry. She nuzzled his neck and placed a few tender kisses on some cuts that he'd received as a result of all the fighting.

Harry groaned at the kisses Hermione was placing on her, and he ached to kiss her back. He knew that he wouldn't be able to kiss her own cuts better, but Harry figured that it was the thought that counted. And then he was struck by something.

'If I can do wandless magic, then I might be able to push it out through my lips whilst I kiss Mione. It might heal her. I did it before when I used my hand, so I can't be that hard to use my lips, would it?'

'Mione can I try something?'

'What is it?' she said into his neck, as she continued her small kisses.

He let go of her, and Hermione made a sound that showed she didn't like being without Harry.

'Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere,' he said, trying to reassure her. It didn't really work, and Hermione drew her legs up, resting her chin on her knees. Harry's eyes raked Hermione's face and neck for cuts. It didn't take him long to find any. There were several on her neck and cheek, and a large cut on her lip.

Harry leaned forward and kissed the cut on Hermione's lip. She kissed back. Although he loved kissing Hermione, Harry found it hard to concentrate on the area he was trying to heal when she was moving under his lips. But Harry persevered, and when he withdrew Hermione's cut was gone. Her lips back to the perfect ones that Harry had grown used to kissing.

'So what is it that you're trying?' asked Hermione. She had dropped her legs back down and was looking pleasantly at Harry.

'You'll see soon enough,' answered Harry, and he began kissing the smaller cuts on her neck and face. When he was sure they were all healed, he captured Hermione's lips for the usual reason, his knees planted on either side of her thighs, their tongues meeting and hands caressing cheeks.

'Harry, I love you,' said Hermione, breathless from the kiss. Harry settled back down next to her.

'I love you too,' he said, and conjured a mirror. He handed it to Hermione, and she looked confused.

'Harry, why-'

'Just look in it.'

Hermione was frowning again, but when she caught her reflection in the mirror she gasped.

'My cuts, they're gone,' she said in surprise.

'Yes,' said Harry, smiling widely at Hermione. She dropped the mirror down to her lap, and looked at him.

'Did you kiss them better?'

'I did.'

'Why did you think of doing that?'

'Because you were kissing my neck where I knew I had cuts. So, I thought, why don't I do that for my beautiful girlfriend? And, I did.'

'Harry Potter, you are insufferable,' cried Hermione, then attacked him with another kiss.

'Ah, I see neither of you thought it would be a good idea to get some sleep. But that might be a good thing. There are loads of injured students in the Great Hall; Professor McGonagall said you two should get special attention.'

Madam Pomfrey bustled into the Hospital Wing, and Harry and Hermione jumped apart. Unfortunately for Harry, he had been on the edge of the bed, and Hermione had covered most of the ground between them, so when he moved away from Hermione he fell off the bed. He quickly stood up, and saw that Hermione was blushing equally as much as he was, both a slightly embarrassed that they had been caught sharing a passionate kiss. Neither of them had minded the light kiss they had in the Great Hall after Hermione, but this was a bit different.

'Separate beds you two. I need to examine you, and make sure there's no lasting damage. Potter, I'll do you first,' she said curtly.

Harry was already standing so he sat down on the bed next to Hermione's. She was watching nervously. Harry reached out his hand across the space between the bed and Hermione smiled, reaching her own hand out. Her smiling face was replaced by a white panel though. Madam Pomfrey had set up privacy screens and she said,

'Strip to your underwear Potter, let's see how badly you're hurt this time.'

'Why have you put those up?' demanded Harry, pointing at the screens.

'To give you some privacy Potter. Or do you not want them?'

'I want them, but I also want Hermione in here with me. I don't care if she sees me in my boxers.'

'Okay, Potter. Miss Granger, will you come in here please.'

The screen parted and Hermione walked in. Her sad face lightened considerably when she came to a stop next to Harry. He took off his clothes and they made a pile on the floor, all except his boxers.

Madam Pomfrey set about examining him. Five minutes later she declared, 'Well, I don't know how you manage it Potter. You have a few bruises and cuts, and I can heal those straight away. And there's nothing permanent.'

'Great,' said Harry. He was about to magic his clothes back onto his body, until he stopped. 'Are there any clothes that we could wear? Ours are kind of dirty.'

'Don't worry Harry, I have everything in my bag,' said Hermione, smiling at him. He nodded and Madam Pomfrey spoke again.

'Miss Granger, if you'll sit on the bed. I don't see any point in changing beds.'

Once Hermione had settled on the bed, Harry waved his hand. Hermione's clothes disappeared, and joined Harry's on the floor. For a second she was startled and tried to cover herself up, but then she realised what Harry had done, and shot him a mischievous smile.

Harry took it to mean, "You can use that on me in the bedroom." He smiled back at her, letting Hermione know that he understood what she had meant by her smile. But he stopped smiling when he actually looked at Hermione's body. The once perfect, pale skin on her torso was darkening with bruises. It made him cringe to see Hermione in this state, and there was a cut all the way up her left arm. 'Drink this,' said Madam Pomfrey, and she handed Hermione a cup of Bruise-Be-Gone. 'You too Potter,' and Harry was handed a cup too. They both drank the substance and grimaced.

Madam Pomfrey went back to thoroughly observing Hermione, her wand tracing the places where the bruises fading from. 'Oh dear Miss Granger,' said Madam Pomfrey. There was something in her voice that Harry took to mean that this wasn't the usual "Oh dear," but the, "Oh dear, this might be a real problem," oh dear.

'What is it? What's wrong?' Harry said urgently. Madam Pomfrey just shook her head and waved her wand over Hermione's stomach and then picked a clipboard. She tapped the clipboard and Harry saw writing appear all over it, although it was too small for him to read. The only thing he could make out was, 'Hermione Jean Granger,' at the top of it.

'I'll be back in a moment,' she said, and tried to walk off. But Harry wasn't going to let the school nurse just walk away without telling him what was wrong with his girlfriend.

'No. You tell us what's wrong.'

'Mr Potter, I do not appreciate your tone of voice,' said Madam Pomfrey, clearly offended.

'I don't give a flying fuck what you do or do not appreciate, but we want to know what is wrong with Hermione!' Harry hissed.

'Potter, I need to talk to-'

'I don't care who you need to talk to, just tell us first!' When Madam Pomfrey didn't speak Harry started to shake. Only Bellatrix and Voldemort had made him angrier than he currently was. Things around the room were floating, but this time Hermione didn't try to calm him down. She wanted answers as much as he did. Madam Pomfrey visibly recoiled and then said quietly, 'Miss Granger, it seems that one of the spells that hit you,' she paused and closed her eyes, Harry and Hermione waited with baited breath. 'It's caused some damage to your womb. The damage might be severe enough to stop a viable pregnancy occurring.'

Harry turned to Hermione and rushed to her side. The tears were already streaming down her face. When Harry was near enough, she grabbed him and buried her face in his bare chest. This was the loudest she had ever sobbed, and she choked out,

'And- I- I- I- w- was j- just hope- hoping t-th- that we'd- be- a- able to- h-have children- s-someday.'

Hermione couldn't control herself and Harry clutched her as close as he could. He was crying now too. He'd never thought as far ahead as children, but now the subject had been broached, he could see mini Hermione's running around with bushy, black hair and bright green eyes. Apart from their hair and eye colour they looked like Hermione. Then there were the boys, one took more from his mother, and the other was a copy of Harry. And the reality of the situation hit him almost as hard as it had struck Hermione. Harry's tears intensified and he buried his face in her hair.

'It'll be okay Mione. We can have children other ways. We could adopt or-' But he didn't get any further, Hermione was shaking her head against him. She would probably come around to the idea but right now she was upset because she'd never be able to carry her child with her for nine months, and give birth to them and hold them right after, with Harry at her side.

Madam Pomfrey left the couple alone and went to her office to send off Hermione's chart to St. Mungo's. When she returned they had both calmed down considerably, and now they were only letting out the occasional hiccup and sob. She decided to leave them, knowing that when people were this upset, any mention of the original trigger would start the chain all over again.

It took Harry and Hermione half an hour to really calm down. He summoned Hermione's bag to them, and he rummaged through it, looking for their clothes. Eventually he found some jeans, a Gryffindor t-shirt and a pink zip hoody for Hermione. He pulled his jeans, and a t-shirt out for himself.

'Do you want me to help you get dressed?' Harry asked Hermione softly. She nodded her head, so he said, 'You're going to have to stand up for me.' She did as he asked, and she got off the bed with him, still pressing herself to Harry's body. He raised his hand and waved it. Hermione's clothes glowed as he placed a moderate heating charm on them, and before he made them cover Hermione, he asked 'Would you like a different bra and clean knickers too?' Hermione nodded and Harry reached around behind her and unclasped her bra, then pushed down her knickers. She let her bra slip down her arms, and then stepped out of her knickers, leaving both on the floor. Neither of them thought there was anything remotely sexual or arousing about this activity at that precise moment, Hermione knowing that Harry was just taking care of her. He summoned some clean underwear from her bag and he helped her into it. Then he waved his hand over Hermione's heated clothes and they appeared over her beaten and battered body.

Harry only changed after Hermione was fully clothed; wanting to make sure she was his priority. He quickly changed and then hugged Hermione again. Harry thought that she was beyond tears now, and she was only sniffing sometimes now. 'Shall we go and talk with McGonagall, and see if there's anywhere more private than here and Gryffindor Tower to rest?' Hermione nodded. 'Okay, let's go then darling.' Harry pulled his shoes back on, and Hermione slipped into hers. They left the hospital wing, Harry's arm still protectively around Hermione's waist, both of hers wrapped around him again. It made it awkward to walk, but Harry didn't mind if it offered some comfort to his miserable girlfriend.

Harry reached into Hermione's bag and removed the Marauders Map. He tapped it with his wand, said, 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,' and stopped walking. Hermione immediately hugged him properly, pressing herself against him like she usually did now. Harry looked at the map over her shoulder, searching for McGonagall's name. She was currently on the first floor, with Snape. Harry started to move again, and Hermione reverted to her previous position.

When they reached the two professors they saw that they were looking at a group of girls that were lying dead on the floor. Lying next to them was the body of Fenrir Greyback. 'Mione do you want to wait here?' asked Harry, lowering his mouth to her ear. She shook her head and whispered,

'I won't look.'

Harry nodded and Hermione closed her eyes, keeping a tight hold on Harry as they approached the professors. They caught the end of Snape's sentence as they got closer.

' … seems that Greyback had decided not to join the Dark Lord. He was here whilst Potter was duelling Bellatrix. This is where I was when the Dark Lord fell, trying to stop him killing these students. Obviously, I failed.'

Snape actually hung his head as he finished speaking. When he raised it again, he said, 'Potter! What are you doing here?'

'I was looking for Professor McGonagall.'

'How can I help you Harry, I heard from Poppy that-' But Harry started shaking his head, motioning towards Hermione in his arms. 'Oh, of course. Anyway, did you need me for something?'

'Yes, Hermione and I were wondering if there was anywhere we could sleep, alone? Gryffindor Tower isn't the most appropriate place right now; especially considering that most of the students will be returning to sleep in their dormitories, am I right?'

'Yes Potter you are. I can offer you the Head Tower? No one has occupied it this year, no prefects or Head Boy and Girl were chosen.'

Glancing at Hermione, Harry said, 'That would be fantastic Professor. Is there a password? And where is it?'

It's on the seventh floor near Gryffindor Tower. If you're facing the Fat Lady's portrait, and then turn right, another right, then a left, you'll come across a wooden door with a Hogwarts crest on it. Speak your password out loud whilst touching your wand to the crest, and that word will become the password.'

'Okay, thank you Professor.' Harry and Hermione turned away, but McGonagall called out before they could leave.

'And Harry, Hermione, could I take this opportunity to offer you the position of Head Boy and Girl for next year? If you're planning on completing your education, that is. It's just that there are no other candidates and I want to give you this opportunity before I can no longer reach you.'

'But I thought that Professor Snape was the headmaster …,' said Harry, watching the pair. But he was distracted when Hermione moved.

Very slowly, she nodded her head into Harry's chest. 'We'll think about it,' he said. But Hermione nodded her head even faster. Harry smiled at the top of Hermione's head. 'Okay, it looks like we're definitely coming back to finish our education next year and we'd love to be Head Boy and Girl.'

McGonagall smiled at them, but before Harry left he said, 'Professor Snape?' Snape looked at Harry in surprise, 'Thank you.' Snape looked slightly confused, but gave Harry a curt nod anyway. Harry turned and walked away with Hermione. When they had climbed to the second floor Harry said,

'I don't suppose you have a broomstick in you bag do you?' Hermione shook her head, and didn't protest at the idea of Harry procuring a broomstick. 'Accio broomstick,' he mutters holding out his wand. After a minute a broomstick arrived before him. It wasn't particularly fast and was a school broom. He swung his leg over it and Hermione sat down sideways on it, her arms around Harry's neck. He kicked off and steadily flew out of a hole in the side of the castle. The fresh morning air was a welcome delight to both of them and Hermione actually smiled at him. Harry beamed back at her, happy that she had managed a smile. Harry climbed higher and higher until they were circling Gryffindor Tower.

Because it was so high up, the Tower had hardly been touched. Harry opened one of the common room windows and he flew in. He hovered above the squashy sofa and then let go of the broomstick. It flew forward and Harry and Hermione fell in a heap onto the sofa. Hermione pinned him down and kissed him. Her hands roamed his hair and Harry did one his favourite things to do whilst they kissed, and cupped Hermione's small, but suitably plump bottom. She squealed into his mouth as he gave her a light squeeze and she broke the kiss.

'Thanks you.'

'For what?' asked Harry.

'For making me feel better,' said Hermione. She got off him and held out her hand, helping him up from the sofa. They entwined their fingers then opened the portrait. They turned to face it and started to follow McGonagall's directions. They walked hand in hand down the corridors she had mentioned and found themselves facing with the door bearing the Hogwarts crest.

'What do you think our password should be?' said Harry. Hermione went back into her thinking mode.

'Hmm,' she said. 'I think it should be something that reflects us, don't you think?'

'Yeah, okay. How about harmony?' Hermione raised her eyebrows.

'Harry, if we had a daughter then-' Hermione stopped. Harry saw her eyes fill with tears and he pulled her close again. He tenderly kissed her forehead and cheeks.

'Shh, its okay Mione, what about "love runs deep"? Because that's where our love comes from, deep down inside us, and that's why it took so long for us to realise it,' said Harry.

Hermione nodded her head against him and Harry did as McGonagall had told them. He raised his wand, touched it to the crest and said clearly, 'Love runs deep.'

The crest glowed for a second and then it faded. Harry pushed open the door and he and Hermione walked in. The first thing Harry noticed was how small the common room of the Head Tower was. It was easily half the size of the Gryffindor common room, but it looked as if it had equally, if not more so, comfortable chairs and sofas. There was a hearth with a fire already going, Harry wondered of it was magically enchanted to be lit only when there were people in the Tower. There were a few arched windows that showed a view of the mountains and the devastation in the grounds and the lower areas of the castle that Voldemort and his followers had caused.

'Can we go to bed Harry?' asked Hermione, quietly, still upset from her slip about the daughter they would never have. Harry gave her a squeeze and started to head towards the only staircase, before he faltered.

'Do you think there are two bedrooms? And if there are which one should be sleep in? Or did you want to be alone ...'

'No! You need to be my pillow,' cried Hermione and grabbed hold of Harry even more than she had been before.

'Okay, I'll stay with you. Come on, let's go and look at where we'll be living next year,' he said.

Harry and Hermione walked up the staircase and found three doors. One on the right, one in the middle and one on the left. Harry pushed the one in the middle open and found a small bathroom inside. It had a shower, bath, sink and toilet. Inside were another two doors that seemed to lead to rooms on either side of the bathroom. Harry pushed the door on the left open. It led to one of the two bedrooms. It had a double bed, complete with hangings that had the Hogwarts crest on them. There was a wardrobe, two bedside cabinets and a door that looked like it lead to the bathroom. The curtains that hung around the windows were dark blue. Hermione separated from Harry and went to look in the last room.

'It's the same in here, but there are a few differences. I think this is for the girl,' she called, Harry could still hear the sadness in her voice though. He left the room and joined Hermione. This room had everything the other had except there was a dresser and when they both stepped into the room properly and shut the door, Harry noticed a sign stuck to it. It read:

Dear student,

You are welcome to change this room around as much as you want because, as a Head student, the staff trusts you to return it to its usual state before you leave Hogwarts. You can change the colours and bring in any furniture you wish.

'Hey Mione, look,' said Harry, pointing at the sign. Hermione turned and read the note.

'We probably shouldn't change anything just yet. I mean we won't be here for long at the moment. We just need to rest and wait to hear back from St Mungo's,' said Hermione. She looked down when she mentioned the wizarding hospital, and Harry cupped her beautiful face and brought it up to meet his. He gave her a soft kiss and said,

'Mione, I don't want you to worry. Everything is going to come back fine, and you'll be able to have children.'

'Why did you say, "you'll"?'

Harry looked confused, 'Because they would be yours?'

'But they would be yours too. You should have said, "and we'll be able to have children,' said Hermione smiling at Harry's shocked face.

'You'd want to have children, with me?'

'Yes, I mean, if that's okay with you?' she said, her eyes flicking from the floor to Harry's face. Harry noticed that Hermione was biting her lip in worry.

'Of course it's okay with me. I just thought that you wouldn't want to,' said Harry happily.

'Don't be silly Harry. I love you, and our experiences have been so unique that I couldn't share my life with anyone else. We've always been there for each other, maybe because like you said earlier with the password, our love for each other comes from deep down inside us, and we've been acting out of love the past seven years of our lives without even knowing,' said Hermione. 'Let's go to sleep now though, we can talk more later. There's nothing threatening us now, so we can just relax and worry about normal teenage things like exams.' Hermione was radiant now and Harry was so happy to see her like this. She dropped her bag on the bed and pulled out their pyjamas, only handing Harry his shorts.

He raised an eyebrow at her, but when Hermione just smiled at him he decided not to say anything and just change. She had pulled out something that Harry had never seen before. Hermione held the silvery piece of nightwear in her hand, as if contemplating whether or not she should wear it. Then she held it at her shoulders and let it hang in front of her body.

'Should I wear this? I like wearing it at home, I only brought it along for if there was ever a time we could relax.'

Harry said, 'I like it,' he reached out to touch the light material and felt the soft smoothness of the silk, 'you should definitely wear that.' Hermione smiled at him and they both stripped naked and changed into their respective nightwear.

They got into bed and they assumed one of their favourite positions, both lying on their side, Harry close behind Hermione, her bum pressing against his hips, his hand draped over her body and resting on her stomach. They didn't talk again, but Harry placed a few kisses on Hermione's exposed neck; she had tied her hair up. Hermione didn't let Harry see the tears that rolled silently down her cheeks, staining the mattress. They eventually fell into a sleep that was punctuated by dreams of flashes, screams and passionate kisses.

Hermione was being poked. She opened her eyes to tell Harry that he wasn't being funny, and to stop it, but she saw that Harry wasn't in front of her. Hermione was being poked by a flying paper plane. She curiously reached out and plucked it from the air. Opening it, she read the content in her mind.

Miss Granger,

A Healer from St Mungo's is here and would like you to come to the Hospital Wing to see her. She will be checking you over thoroughly to see if your uterus is okay.

Madam Pomfrey

Hermione got out of bed, her body already missing the warmth that Harry's body and the covers provided. She turned to see if Harry was awake, and found that he was still sound asleep; he hadn't even moved when she'd got up. Hermione smiled at the sight of her boyfriend, and quickly got dressed. Picking up her beaded bag and giving Harry one last glance before she left, Hermione walked down the stairs and out of the door to the Head Tower.

The corridors were deserted and there didn't seem to be any trace of the bodies from the battle. Hermione thought that the sunlight streaming in through various holes in the walls and the broken windows meant it was probably around eleven in the morning. She continued walking, trying not to think about the examination that she was going to undergo. As she turned a corner she saw something lying in the floor. Hermione approached it and bent down to pick it up. It was Colin Creevey's famous camera. Hermione remembered a flash going off when she'd regained consciousness in the Great Hall. She wondered where Colin had gone and why he'd dropped his camera. She held it in her hands and then decided to put it in her bag, hoping there would be some nice pictures on it.

Hermione continued on her way, passing some students in the corridor; she said a polite hello to them. When she reached the Hospital Wing, she pushed the door open and two women turned to face her. Madam Pomfrey was talking to a small, plump woman with blonde hair.. Hermione tried to meet their eyes and walk with her head up, but she couldn't and ended up just looking at the floor as she walked towards them.

'Miss Granger?' asked the Healer from St Mungo's. Hermione managed to meet her eyes now, but she was still apprehensive.

'Yes,' she answered in a quite voice.

'I'm Healer Tyler, but you can call me Sam, short for Samantha,' said Sam, smiling pleasantly at Hermione.

'Hi, I'm Hermione,' said Hermione.

Sam led Hermione to a bed and conjured some privacy screens. 'If you'd be so kind as to lie down and just lift your top up so I can see your stomach, Hermione.' Hermione took off her jumper and lay down on the bed, noting that it wasn't nearly as comfortable as the one in the Tower. Hermione lifted her shirt up to the bottom of her bra and Sam begun her examination. Hermione twitched when she felt Sam's cold, gloved hands on her stomach, deciding that Harry's were much nicer; his were warm and more delicate with her. Sam pressed hard, Hermione wasn't sure why. The Healer would return to a clipboard, flipping pages back and forth, analysing Madam Pomfrey's notes against her own. Sam went back to her examination and Hermione started to become nervous when she started to mutter things like, 'hhmm,' and 'that's odd,'. Finally Sam tapped her wand against Hermione, and she said, 'You can sit up now, Hermione.'

Hermione sat and studied Sam's face, looking for a sign that would show the outcome of the examination. But she couldn't make anything out, mostly because Sam pushed past the privacy screen and disappeared. Hermione was alone for a few minutes and was considering leaving the bed and going to see where Sam had gone to, when she heard footsteps pounding on the stone floors. They were getting closer and closer to the Hospital Wing and Hermione could hear the pace pick up rapidly. She heard the doors bang open and the footsteps stop. There was a pause before they started again, and then the privacy screen parted.

Harry rushed to Hermione's bed side and embraced her.

'I'm sorry Mione,' he said, out of breath, 'when I woke up you were gone and I found the note on your dresser. I came as quick as I could.' Harry bent double, his heart still racing and placed his hands on his knees, trying to regain his breath. Hermione smiled at Harry and kissed the top of his head.

'It's okay, I don't mind that you're a bit late,' she said. Harry straightened up and smiled at her. Hermione shuffled along the bed to make room for Harry and he sat down next to her. Harry put his arm around her and Hermione leaned her head against his. 'I'm just waiting for the Healer from St Mungo's to come back with my results,' said Hermione, 'or at least that's what I think is going on.'

Before Harry could say anything the privacy screen parted again and Sam walked back over to Hermione. 'Ah Mr. Potter, you're here. I'm Sam Tyler, short for Samantha.' Sam offered a hand and Harry shook it. 'Now, Hermione I have your results.' Harry felt Hermione sit up straight and he squeezed her hand supportively. 'Everything is fine Hermione. There is no damage. What Madam Pomfrey saw was something that seemed more serious, and it has all healed up now; it was best to be cautious though. That's why Madam Pomfrey contacted us at St Mungo's. So, you're free to go and procreate,' said Sam with a large smile, and left the young couple.

Hermione turned to Harry, her face split with a beautiful grin. She flung her arms around Harry and hugged him tight, relishing his warmth and the smell of his hair.

'We're going to be able to have children!' exclaimed Hermione. Harry laughed and he said,

'I know Mione, I know.'

She pulled back from him and then kissed him passionately. Hermione's lips neared Harry ear as she hugged him again, and she whispered, 'Harry, I want to you to take me back to our bed and make love to me.'

'What? I know we can have children now but I didn't think so soon, especially because we're coming back next year-'

'I didn't ask you to make me pregnant, I asked you to make love to me. We'll use protection Harry, just like our first time, and like every time until we want a baby,' said Hermione as if Harry was an idiot.

'Oh,' he said, and jumped off the bed. He took Hermione's hand and they ran out of the Hospital Wing, Hermione shouting her thanks, both desperate to get to their bed.

They couldn't withhold their passion and lust for each other and before they had even entered the bedroom Harry had pinned Hermione against the door, attacking her neck whilst she ground against him, loving the feel of his hardness through their jeans. But Hermione wanted more and she moaned out to Harry.

'Harry, I want our clothes off.' Harry muttered the incantation under his breath, and both of their clothes were in a heap on the floor. Hermione giggled, but didn't like the feel of the wooden door against her back anymore. She let Harry know but pinching his now exposed bottom and fumbled for the door handle. Harry carried her into the room, kicked the door shut and moving to the bed as fast as he could whilst still carrying Hermione, her legs around his waist, and ankles locked behind his back. He could feel his tip lightly brushing Hermione's pussy, and her wetness was making him even harder.

Harry reached the bed and tried to put Hermione down gracefully, but failed, sending them both tumbling her onto the soft mattress. Hermione giggled again, and Harry continued his kissing of her gorgeous body. He trailed back down her body, pressing his lips to her small navel and when he reached her pussy Hermione started to moan so loudly that Harry decided it would be a good idea to put a silencing and locking charm on the door, just in case. He kissed and suckled at her lips and Hermione threaded her hands into his hair, moaning for more. Harry knelt, and lined himself up with her tight channel. He was about to push into Hermione when she stopped him, her hand shooting out and pressing just above the patch of curly hair.

'Wait. I need to do the anti-pregnancy charms and you'll need to stretch me out before, I think I'm still going to be quite tight, and this is only our second time, and I want you to be able to go hard and fast,' she said.

'How do should I stretch you?' asked Harry.

'I don't know, using scissoring motions with your fingers,' suggested Hermione, as she pressed her wand to her stomach and it glowed red like before.

Harry shrugged and assumed his previous position. Hermione was at the top of the bed, and Harry was lying down between her legs. He spread Hermione's pussy open and pushed two of his fingers inside of her. She was wet enough for his fingers to easily enter her, but found she was indeed very tight, and Harry was glad that Hermione suggested the scissoring because he would've hated to hurt her again. He started to make the scissoring motion with his fingers and the inner walls of Hermione's pussy started to stretch. The problem Harry had was that Hermione kept moaning and telling him not to stop. He loved hearing Hermione moan, but eventually he decided that she was stretched and ready. Harry knelt up again and pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy. He looked at Hermione, hoping that she would say it was okay for him to start, but her head was thrown back, resting on the soft pillows.

Harry leaned forward and kissed her jaw, then pushed into Hermione. She cried out and started moaning as Harry sheathed himself within her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and they captured each other's lips, loving the feel of their bodies becoming one. Hermione cried out,

'Faster!'

So Harry gradually built up his speed, happy he'd spent a lot of time playing quidditch and training his muscles to cope with rapid movements and stamina. He pounded in and out of Hermione, her nails scratching his back as she wrapped her legs around him. She curled herself up to allow Harry to penetrate her deeper. His balls slapped against her, and the sound of their beating hips was driving him insane. He stopped kissing Hermione's lips and moved to her breasts, playing with one whilst sucking the other, and then switching over, making sure to give each one an equal amount of pleasure. Hermione's little nipples hardened even more inside his mouth, and his tongue darted out to tease them more.

Hermione's hands moved from Harry's back to his bum, urging him to move even faster. When Harry started groaning, Hermione said, 'Calm down darling. I don't want you to finish yet. Let me go on top.'

'Okay,' breathed out Harry.

He pulled out of his girlfriend, and rolled onto his back. Hermione knelt and leaned down to kiss him. Harry missed the warmth of Hermione's body, but was happy to have some cool air hitting his erect cock; he needed to calm down. When Hermione had finished kissing him, she whipped a leg over to rest it on his other side and then reached between his legs. She grabbed Harry's manhood and positioned him at her entrance. Then she thrust he body down and impaled herself on Harry. He groaned and she moaned, loving being one again. Hermione started to ride Harry like a pony, rocking back and forth, her hands splayed on his chest. Harry couldn't help but start to thrust up, into Hermione's dripping pussy.

'Harry- Darling- Stop, I want- To fuck you! Play with my tits!'

Harry stopped thrusting, and reached up to comply with Hermione's request. He cupped her small mounds and squeezed them. A look of ecstasy came over Hermione's face as she started to reach her peak. Her eyelids were half closed and her mouth hung half open. Her hair was tossing around in bliss, framing her beautiful face. She took Harry's hands, stopping him from playing with her breasts, and entwined her fingers with his. She leaned forward resting her body on Harry's and cried,

'Fuck me Harry!'

Harry could tell she was getting close to her orgasm, her walls were contracting against him. He gripped her bum and started to pound in and out of Hermione. He could feel the familiar sensation of his own imminent orgasm and was desperate for them to finish at the same time.

'HARRY, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP! I'M SO CLOSE!'

Harry, if possible, sped up even more. Then Hermione screamed out and smashed her lips against his. They came at the same time, Hermione's walls squeezing him as he expelled his seed into her. They both moaned into each other's mouths and Harry held Hermione tight to him. When Harry had stopped throbbing and Hermione had stopped twitching, they just lay there for a moment. Hermione wore a very satisfied smile, her eyes were closed and she rested her head on the pillow next to Harry. He was exhausted but also very satisfied.

Hermione managed to sit up and Harry's wet and limp organ slid out of her. She rolled off him and lay down next to his sweaty body, draping her arm over his chest. Harry turned his head and kissed Hermione, his hand on her waist.

'Was that okay?' he asked her.

'It was amazing,' said Hermione. Harry kissed her again.

'I'm glad you enjoyed it love. What was your favourite part?'

'Ooo, I loved it all. Just being with you was perfect. But I quite enjoyed riding you,' she cooed with a giggle, 'but then again, I liked having you on top, and feeling you orgasm inside of me was nice too. So, I suppose I don't really have a favourite part. I loved it all.'

Hermione cuddled with Harry, nestling into his neck.

'What are you going to do over the summer?' asked Hermione. Harry frowned. He hadn't really thought about the summer holidays. It was the first he could spend without returning to the Dursley's, but now he had nowhere to go. Even though he had no grudge against Ron anymore, he thought it would be too awkward staying at the Burrow.

'I'm not sure, I haven't really thought about. What are you going to do?'

'Well, we need to go to Australia to get my parents and Crookshanks. But I don't know what we'd do after that. Obviously, we're coming back to Hogwarts in September, but I suppose we could stay in Australia for most of the summer,' said Hermione.

'What do you mean "we",' said Harry.

'Well you didn't think I'd leave you here on your own? You're coming with me Harry. You need to meet my parents properly anyway. They don't know that we're together.'

Harry was suddenly filled with dread. Meeting your girlfriend's parents for the first time is stressful enough, without the added pressure of having fought an evil wizard, trekked half way across Britain, and already having sex with her, twice.

'I know you're nervous Harry, but it'll be fine. We can tell them all about everything that's happened, leaving out the sex and stuff, they don't need to know about that,' said Hermione, then she continued, 'although, they might guess that we've already had sex, especially considering the amount of time we've spent alone together and the things we've been through. Having a physical connection with someone would be understandable.'

'Oh, you really settled my nerves,' said Harry sarcastically.

'Harry, it'll be fine.'

'Okay, I trust you.' He kissed her nose then pulled Hermione out of bed. 'We should probably shower,' he said.

Hermione allowed herself to be lead towards the bathroom, and said, 'I think I'd rather have a bath.'

'A shower is easier to have sex in,' countered Harry.

Hermione's laugh told him that she agreed to his idea, and she let go of his hand, skipping the rest of the way which making her bum jiggle nicely, eager to make love with Harry again.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed that sex scene more than the first one :D What did you think of the chapter? Leave a review..

Okay this important so read it please: I've not managed to write the next chapter at the time of posting, so if it isn't up by next Friday, I'll have it up as quickly as possible. Thanks for understanding.