It was next day and Harry was lying in bed watching Cassandra sleep. He was unable to sleep and had numerous things on his mind. For one, he thought about the future of the Wizarding World if he didn't defeat Voldemort. He doubted himself on his ability to defeat the very man who caused his suffering and the suffering of Muggles and Muggle-borns. He knew the loyalest of the Order even had their doubts. He looked over at his sleeping wife and knew he royally fucked up. Ginny was his past, and he was a fool to make himself feel things he knew he couldn't feel. Cassandra looked angelic though he could tell the malice running through her mind. He, too, wanted Voldemort dead after hearing what he had done to Cassandra. Harry noticed Cassandra was starting to stir.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
"How long was I out? You stayed up all night..."
"How could you tell?"
"Honey, Stevie Wonder could see those dark circles around your eyes. I'm okay. Aside from me being cursed, I'm alive. We made it out alive."
"I know, it's just...what if I can't defeat him. It's been ages since I used magic to battle. He's a very powerful sorcerer..."
"And so are you. And you are not alone in this fight. Why do you think were in some tent surrounded by people willing to lay their lives on the line for the sake of this world...and mine. I may not know how to throw somebody across the room by saying a few curses or spells, but I will be there the same as everyone."
"I'm sorry for last night. Whatever happened between you and that guy doesn't matter. When I heard what he did to you...when he...I knew I didn't want to lose you."
"I should be apologizing as well. I'm sorry for after we got rescued. I just reached my breaking point with all of this. I just feel like a bit of an outsider, but I realize that they care for the safety for all people...Muggle and Wizard alike."
"Why do you always say things that make me feel so much better?"
"I'm your wife, fool. That's what we wives do."
"Ah! You two are up...Harry, you look horrible! Did you even sleep?" they were startled by Molly Weasley's voice.
"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley."
"Cassandra, I took the liberty of bringing you a spare change of clothes. There's a washroom down the hall for you two to freshen up."
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." Cassandra received the clothes.
Harry and Cassandra got out of bed and walked down a long hallway. Cassandra still haven't figured out how they basically put a house into a tent. She will never get the hang of magic. They entered a bathroom with shower stalls. Cassandra looked down as she started to undress. Her negligee looked so cute on her. She was a bit disappointed that Harry wasn't the one to tear it off her body. She slipped off the tattered garment and slipped her lace underwear down her legs. Harry stared at Cassandra's coco-brown skin wishing they were somewhere else besides in a tent with half the Wizarding world standing right outside. He would show how much he loved and cherished her. He disrobed and was about to step in the shower stall next to Cassandra's when he paused at the sound of her voice.
"Harry, do you mind if we shower together? You know how I can never get all of my back."
"Are you sure? I mean, everybody's standing outside."
"What, it's just an innocent shower..."
Harry knew that familiar mischievous smirk developing on Cassandra's face. He still had his wand in the pocket of his jeans. He grabbed it and said a few silencing charms, then put light protective charm around their area. Cassandra smiled at her husband knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She couldn't put her finger on it. It was the worst possible moment to have an intimate encounter, but the way he tried desperately to save her was the honest proof of his love. Cassandra was backing into the shower stall pulling Harry in with her. Harry swooped in for a hungry kiss. He could feel the vibrations of Cassandra's mouth as she let an audible moan escape. Cassandra placed her hands on his chest feeling the water cascading between her fingers. Her center pulsed as Harry caressed her plump ass.
There was a bench in the stall, so Harry guided her towards it. The water falling on both their bodies as Harry placed Cassandra on the bench and knelt down in front of her. She bent down to claim her husband's mouth. Harry kissed his way down her chest pausing to take in a chocolate-colored nipple into his mouth. His hand made a trail down her body feeling the wetness between her legs. Harry smiled as he heard Cassandra whispering his name over and over. He stroked her sensitive core to which she arched into his touch. She mewled as his warm tongue came in contact with her pulsing heat. Cassandra's hands ran through Harry's drenched hair as he teased her. She was so close and Harry could feel it. He stroked her clit in time with his teasing. Cassandra clinched his hair tight as her whole body shaking after her release.
Harry was far from finished in making love to his wife. He stood taking Cassandra's hand in his. He kissed each delicate digit as Cassandra caressed his scruffy cheek. His pale arms picked up Cassandra, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt the coolness of the tiles on her back as she was guided up against the wall. Harry's pulsing manhood rubbed against Cassandra's folds making her biting her lip in anticipation. In one thrust, Harry was buried inside Cassandra. He loved hearing her moan as she threw her head back. Harry began to move faster moaning Cassandra's name with his head buried in her neck. Cassandra close to orgasm.
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you, too..." their loud moans echoed in the stall as they reached their climaxes. Harry pulled out of Cassandra and gently let her onto the floor. It took awhile before either caught their breaths.
"Are you sure nobody heard us? I know this was the worst time to get freaky-deaky, but I...I just felt like..."
"We were going to die. I didn't know what I would've done if I didn't see you again."
"Aw, baby..." Cassandra held onto him. "Come on, let's actually get started on that shower."
Harry didn't know the words to describe it, but he understood her reasoning in why they made love. As promised, Harry washed Cassandra's back loving every curve of her skin. He hated to admit it, but Severus healed her nicely. Otherwise, he would still see the horror of her cut and bruised skin. Cassandra didn't care if her being a Muggle made her powerless against Voldemart. She would use all of her strength to kill him for what he did to not only her but Harry as well. Harry had to endure her screams of agony that Voldemort threw a curse at her. After showering, Cassandra and Harry put on fresh clothes and headed outside the tent.
"Harry, there you are. We are about to begin the meeting. Cassandra, you are welcome to join."
"I know I may not be able to fight, but I still want to come to support the front."
"The more the merrier." Harry and Cassandra followed Arthur out further in the camp. There was another tent that they entered. Everyone was there and Cassandra could see many people injured being treated for their wounds. It was a surreal moment for her. She knew that this was past being serious and knew the risk of what this war has become.
"Are you alright?" Harry saw Cassandra's shock.
"I never been this close to war. I've heard stories from my uncles and my cousins who fought in the military. I thought they were exaggerating, but now I know how much dangerous and destructive it can be."
"I really hate I dragged you into this..."
"No, I'm not scared...it's just, now I know how much I have to support you and everyone here...even if it's to help keep up everybody's spirits."
"It doesn't matter what you can and can't do for the Wizarding world. Your support is what we need...what I need. I just wish I gave you the vacation you wanted."
"I probably would've been bored with a tropical vacation, anyway. Been there, done that. Though being chased by men in black robes and mask I could live without, I finally got to see a side of you that I know you wanted to tell me for so long. And, I got a chance to see the people you grew up with."
"Cassandra..." Harry really didn't want to finish his sentence. He knew if he was to die she would be miserable, but he had to prepare her for the worst. "Cassandra, I know you don't want me to say this, but if we lose and I...you know...please don't forget me."
"Please don't say that." Harry gave her a look that she needed to be realistic. "Okay, I won't forget you if you...you know." Cassandra held in the tears that threatened to spill.