Hermione woke early the next morning, feeling utterly safe, albeit tired, wrapped in his strong arms. Safe, my Hermione aren't you sounding like a hopeless romantic? She chastised herself, but for whatever reason she didn't care that she was a fool in love. But no matter what she felt, what she thought, one nagging thought kept burrowing into her thoughts, she knew how it would end, with his death. That is if you can kill him. Either that or he fails and Voldemort- stop don't even think about the things he would do to you...

She was brought out of her thoughts by Harry's voice whispering "what a serious look for so early in the morning." He was half teasing half concerned and Hermione sighed looking up from the random spot on his chest she had been staring at.

"Hmm?" she queried slightly dazed at having been brought out of her thoughts so quickly. He groaned and drew her closer burying his face once more in her hair eyes closed as his breathing slowed once more. "Harry?" she waited a few minutes then gave him a slight nudge. "Harry?" he growled and opened his eyes, putting just enough space between them so he could see her face.

"Hermione?" he questioned in sleep ridden voice, deep and velvety.

He watched as she frowned slightly as if trying to remember what she was going to say.

"I forget. Go back to sleep." She said tiredly a frown on her face. But Harry knew he wouldn't be able to, his senses had fully woken and when she rolled over so that she faced away from him the feel of her naked backside against him was to delectable to ignore.

"Okay." He said with a hint of mischief in his voice, secretly glad she wasn't looking at him. He saw her slowly drifting into that half asleep half awake phase of slumber and smirked. He gently ran his fingers across the outside of her thigh, the feather light caress causing her to shiver involuntarily then reach out to remove whatever was causing her to remain awake, but Harry had removed his hand inwardly laughing.

He allowed her to drift deeper into slumber this time, before coaxing her out of it once more with more light touches to her abdomen and the underside of her breasts.

He repeated his actions but this time his fingers played around the inside of her knee before slowly trailing north, her body quivering in his fingers wake.

"Harry!" she exclaimed and he quickly withdrew his hand feigning sleep. "Harry." She said warningly and he groaned.

"Honestly Hermione how do you expect anyone to sleep with you constantly saying their name." She growled and turned to face him, taking in the merriment in his eyes and the mischievousness in his expression. He trailed his fingers down her arm watching as her eyes fluttered closed at his slightest touch and the hairs on her arm rose in response.

Hermione couldn't believe herself at that moment, she was aroused by a mere touch. And he was pleased about it too by the looks of that cheeky smile on his face. Her eyes opened completely and he saw the dark pools they had become and swallowed hard.

Two can play at that game Potter. She thought smirking. Biting her lower lip and then slowly releasing it through her teeth she grinned inwardly when the slightest noise escaped his lips at the sight of it. Looking up at him she fluttered her eyes shut and moved in to kiss him, hovering just below him, as if waiting for him.

His eyes widened when he realised what she was doing – cheeky little minx- her eyes opened and she cocked an eyebrow in challenge, as if his refusal was a challenge for her to make him kiss her. Wetting her lips before digging her teeth into the lower once more staring directly into his eyes, she grasped him through his shorts. He gasped, his head jerking in such a way that Hermione took advantage, locking lips with him in triumph. She broke away entirely and smirked up at him. "I win." She stated proudly and he chuckled.

"I'd call it a draw."

"Why?" she asked indignantly.

"Well..." he leaned in to whisper throatily into her ear. "Because I had you wet for me from the moment I touched you." He moved so that he was once more facing her.

She lay there frozen, uncertain of what to do or say. Sitting up she broke eye contact with him and spun her legs off of the bed.

"Hermione wait. I'm sorry. Love?" he said solemnly. She turned and whispered.

"Show me." He frowned and she bit into her lip once more, a blush forming on her cheeks. "Kiss me." He motioned for her to come closer and she crawled toward him, his expression serious as he lifted her onto his lap and cupped her face, drawing it toward him.

Perhaps it was their position, or his own hormones which caused their almost innocent kiss to turn feverish as he crushed his lips to hers. It must have been minutes although it felt like seconds when he heard her let out a gasp. He froze brow furrowed in question before he realised his certain... friend... was pressed hard against her core. He could feel her arousal on his boxers. Shit, was I seriously grinding against her! Control Potter, control! Where was it, she's probably terrified.

When he stopped moving she felt like letting out a moan of disappointment, until she saw the concern in his face. What happened, oh no, I did something wrong didn't I, oh this isn't good.

He watched as her face fell.

"Are you-"

"Did I-"

They both begun then smiled sheepishly, Harry nodding for her to continue.

"Did I... did I do something wrong? I mean it's completely logical me being so...well... you know inexperienced but I-" His shocked expression made her pause with uncertainty.

"You're okay? I thought you gasped in well some kind of protest or shock." He froze as her face tinged scarlet. "It was a good gasp wasn't it?" he questioned then grinned as she averted her gaze in embarrassment. She tried to wriggle away from his grasp but inadvertently moaned when her sensitive flesh came in contact with him again. She froze and her eyes brimmed with tears.

"Hey, hey, Hermione it's okay, let me help you." She wasn't sure why she was crying, she just felt so utterly stupid for not being able to control her own body, these feelings were confusing altogether, she needed to be away, alone to try and calm herself not- what does he mean by help, and what is he doing with his hand! She thought frantically as she watched his hand slowly travel down her body and to cup her naked sex.

She gasped in shock and saw him merely staring at her face, gauging her reaction. He gently ran his thumb over her swollen nub and smiled when her back arched. He travelled his thumb down then up, allowing her to grow accustomed to his presence.

She seemed shocked when his finger gently pushed inside of her, her walls clenching around him in fear. He froze waiting for her to relax, patiently he waited the several minutes for her to open her eyes and meet his gaze.

He leaned forward and kissed her hungrily, his right hand teasing her sensitive flesh whilst his left held him above her as he kissed her. His hand slowly and gently letting the tension inside her build and build with each kiss, each movement, each caress.

It was surprisingly fulfilling when she came apart in his arms, her eyes widened and rolled into the back of her skull, her body arching up into his hand, her walls tightening further around him, the sweet sounds emitting from her throat making him close his eyes to control himself.

But he had to open them, to watch what must be the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed.

Once she had come down from her first- he smiled at this- climax, she flushed an adorable red. "Sorry... you didn't have to do that for me." She whispered and he raised an eyebrow at her.

"I wanted to, I still want to and to do much more." He said, his eyes a dark green in colour. Hermione bit her lip and then smiled nervously.

"Hold me." She murmured and he chuckled.

"Yes ma'am." He turned onto his side and watched as she moulded her body into his and jumped.

"Oh, Harry I didn't... I mean you still have a..." she trailed off embarrassed and Harry sighed feeling his arousal press into her backside.

"It will go away, now sleep my sweet flower." She nodded sleepily and closed her eyes. "by the way... why didn't you wear underwear to bed?" he asked curiously and Hermione snorted.

"Maybe I was waiting for you to have your wicked way with me?" she said jokingly and Harry rolled his eyes, willing to accept it for now.

Australia.

Australia indeed my queen. He thought to himself as he drew is hood lower over his eyes to guard against the harsh sunlight that suddenly enveloped him.

It's quite quaint, what you've set up here. He thought as he looked at the small cottage placed on a rise overlooking the Blue Mountains. The almost solid wall of green that greeted him was enough to make him wish to vomit, not that he ever would dare show such a sign of weakness, green was such a ... disgusting... Potter colour.

"Master?" a chuckling Bellatrix crooned in anticipation.

"Bring them to me... alive." He snarled and as she galloped toward the jarrah front door he called after her. "And sane Bella!" her laugh was all he heard in response, in which he rolled his eyes to.

Judging by the screams now emitting from the charming little abode before him, they were at least still alive... for now. He growled and placing a glamour charm over himself he strode into the house.

"Bella. Bella!" he growled, his now handsome face twitching. He entered the home and saw a beautiful woman draped over a man with greying hair. Sobs were raking through her as she clutched his chest. "What have you done?" he questioned angrily at his servant who was holding a bloody knife, her hand clutching her shoulder in pain.

He neared the woman who merely looked up at him fiercely, he was suddenly taken aback by the likeness this creature had to his queen. She held the same determination in her eyes her daughter did. It surprised him how striking the resemblance was, that's all he could think of whilst he stared at this woman, her dark brown hair tied back in a messy bun, blood covering her hands.

"Don't look at me like that, I dislike it when your daughter does it so therefore the same goes for you." He whispered harshly and watched the middle aged woman frown.

"I have no daughter." She said questioningly and his eyes widened. Clever my queen.

"Well let me help you remember." He whispered and waved his wand, assaulting her with memories in a violent manner. The carefully laid false memories wretched from her mind, the walls guarding her old life removed. The invasion was not soft and gentle as had Hermione's had been, rather the opposite.

Her face appeared blank for one minute, something he disliked greatly, she should look intelligent, her mind filling with information, just like the younger version of her. And then her eyes grew glassy as she looked down upon her husband.

"Richard." She gasped and hugged his fallen form to her chest.

Something caught inside his chest momentarily as he watched her; she really needed to stop crying.

"Let me see him." He murmured darkly and when she wouldn't move he forcibly pushed her aside. Gazing down at the dirt at his feet he waved his wand in a series of intricate wand movements. "He will live... how well he will remains to be seen. Now, do be polite and invite me to have some tea or whatever it is you muggles do." He spat and walked over to the dining room table and sat, leaving two completely different women to stare at him in shock. "And once you have done that... we shall talk about Hermione."

AU: okay guys, sorry about these chapters being so delayed, finals and all. anyway, i would love some reviews :P

anyway, hopefully i can get some more chapters in before break is over!

and thankyou Shaggy i believe, who is my faithful reviewer