She could not move.

Somewhere in her head a little voice whispered that she had to turn around and pretend she hadn't seen anything. But every cell in her body was screaming that they had to walk forward. She did not know what to do, she was still on the first rung of the stairs with her mouth slightly open.

"Hh. . Hermione, is that you? "

Harry looked at her in disbelief. This could not be real. He just had so much pain that he was hallucinating. That was the only logical explanation.

Before Hermione knew it, she was down the stairs and embraced Harry.

"Hermione, you're hurting me," moaned Harry.

"Sorry," was all she could get over her lips and Harry knew that it was not only because her arms had been placed on a bleeding wound.

As gently as she could, Hermione was on her knees so that she could look in Harry's eyes.

Her cheeks were all wet with tears, and hadn't his arms been tied on his back , he would've wiped them off for her.

But he could not.

He could not even touch.

For seven years he had been looking for years, she was every second of the day in his head, even his dreams were about her. And Godrick, how he had missed her.

Never had he stopped looking for her. Even though everyone else had given up hope.

Ginny had tried to forget about her, Harry knew she was still dealing with the death of her brother. He knew that accepting the fact that she was dead was an healthier optiont insed of what he had done. But Harry could never let her go. Because just before she dissapeard, they had planned their hole life together, and the thought of losing their futere... that he could not accept.

Hermione slowly lifted her hand and cupped it gently around his cheek. It felt so good, her hand,belonged there. Her body belonged in his arms, they belonged together.

"Harry," her lips burned when she said his name. Not out of hurt, but out of desire.

She had tried so hard to forget him, because it was better, and only now she realized that she never succeeded.

That will never happen, no matter how hard she would try it.

"Are you real?"

Harry did not know how he could answer this question; his brain was not working properly.

Was this real? She hadn't died? She didn't runaway because of their planned futere? They could still be together?

"Yes," he said after a while. How could this be a hallucination when his brain was ancurrently mess? After all these years she had not changed, she was still perfect.

The colour of her hair and her eyes fit perfectly. Her body proportions were perfect. She was not breathtaking, but more realistic. A natural beauty, the beauty of wisdom.

He should have feeled joy, relief that she was alive, but something told him that she might better off if it were not so. Because somehow, he knew what had happed.

But not even that he felt, he felt desire.

He longed for her lips. Her soft cheeks, the great way her face lit up when she knew she was happy.

Her hand slipped through his raven black hair, while her other hand was still on his cheek. They didn't need words, they just stared into each others eyes. They did not need more; they knew exactly what they would say. They didn't need to waste their breathe on words that couldn't even explain their feelings.

Slowly their faces came closer together, until their noses gently touched. Their eyes closed.

Hermione gently pressed her lips on Harry's. He could not restrain himself, this is what he had longed for seven years for. Without a second thought, he bit her lower lip gently. Her mouth was slightly open and Harry slipped his tongue inside. They kissed tenderly, as if this is the last time that they had the chance. And deep down they knew it was. They tried to enjoy the moment.

Slowly they came to a separate, just to look into each other eyes again.

And then,the moment was gone.

Harry was abruptly pulled back. Before Hermione could blink her eyes, he stood before her. The man which she was already saddled seven years with. The man that she was married with.

Draco Malfoy.

"And what do you think you're doing?" He stood there for her.

She could not deny that he was in one word beautiful, but he had also something scary about him. Harry was dragged away by Blaise? No, this could not really happen.

"Why didn't I kill the guy before I came back," she could hear Draco mumble.

"No, no please!" She pleaded. Draco looked at her. She was so beautiful. He could not help but look at her. "Please Draco," the way she said his name made his stomach make a little jump.

"I do everything, let him go, please", and there we go again.

Always self-sacrifice, courage cursed Gryffindor, although it helped him seven years ago very well. He had had enough.

"Shh, my love. Go to bed. "

" Please Draco .. "

" Go to sleep dear, "without lifting his wand , he spoke a sleeping spell on her.

While Blaise was dragging a screaming Harry into the dungeon-like basement, Hermione fell softly, but before she could tough the ground, strong arms gently picked her up and carried her up the stairs.

Gently he laid her down on the bed in the middle of her room. He looked down at her again. She was perfect.

And his, forever his.

Then he went to Blaise to help him.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was awakened by the noise. Slowly he crept into the room next to his. "Mommy?" Careful,he walked to the bed. His mother was asleep, but very restless. She shocked in her sleep as if she desperately tried to wake up. Jonathan crawled on the bed. Carefully, he crawled to his mother's belly. That helped, she seemed to relax a bit. After a few minutes he fell into a deep sleep on the stomach of his mother.