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Chapter – 6

She loved him.

She loved him.

It was echoing in Hermione's brain, hitting her logical walls and shattering it with all the strength it could muster.

I am really losing my touch.

She was afraid the lengths of feelings, how deep she had always felt for Harry. No one mattered, not Viktor, not Ron, no one. Only Harry. Not that she felt any differently from what she used to feel about Harry… it only served to be bit more intensified. She grew very, very conscious of Harry, and what a fanciable – lovable – bloke he could be.

Her eyes shined iridescently with the fire cackling and distracting Hermione with her trailing thought of one Boy Who Lived. She unseeingly gazed in the fire, hoping the warmth emanating from it calm her typhoon of emotions.

"Hello," Harry mumbled as he placed the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak on the table and smiled at Hermione. She smiled back and straightened herself, patting the seat beside her.

Best deal with this as soon as she can.

"Come on. Have a seat," Hermione murmured as she shed off her robes, this time unbuttoning two of her top buttons. Harry's eyes widened.

"W-What are we going to do?"

"Yours are coming off too," Hermione ignored his question. Harry shed off his robes and Hermione pointed at his buttons. He reluctantly unbuttoned two at the top and loosened his tie. She sighed and placed her hands on the lap as she memorized the words she was going to speak.

Nothing to be wary of. Nope, not at all.

"I have decided that we'll stop after this class Harry. I think you are perfectly set to please Ginny." Hermione informed him solemnly.

Hermione could almost hear the shattering of some imaginary glass when Harry nodded slowly in agreement, yet his eyebrows were knitted. He opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione beat him to it.

"Let's start."

Instead of lightening the mood, it only served to tense it more. Both of them gave each other a tight smile.

"So we have these body parts, which are extremely pleasurable when you run your lips on them or bite the area. Like ear, neck, collarbone, jaw, etc. Just start kissing and then continue to the areas I mentioned. Like I always say, follow your instincts. I will start, and then you will show me what you have learned," Hermione said as she leaned down on Harry, closing the distance between them. She gazed at those striking emeralds intensely as she leaned down and pushed Harry's shoulder, letting him lay down comfortably on the sofa. Hermione smirked at Harry's gaping face and she tilted his face from his jaw and captured his lips.

They were kissing for the very last time, and Hermione intended to make it very special. Yet she realized… hurtingly realized that she could never be Harry's or share this amazing and comforting warmth of Harry's body like a lover.

Being a friend wasn't enough for her. But she will trample her feelings for him and let him live his life happily with one bushy haired bookworm out of the picture.

Her brain waved an alarm that she was going to cry. Not wanting to make him go through another wet kiss and ruin their last moment, she indulged herself to pleasure she was ignoring.

For some reason it was a very sad kiss. Their movements were slow yet wanting, begging yet pressing against each other softly.

No, she didn't want to make this sad for him too.

Hermione climbed on his torso, her hand going to the back of his neck as she deepened the kiss. She let go of his lips, dodging when Harry tried to capture her lips again. Harry made a frustrated noise at his third failed attempt to capture her lips. Hermione exhaled on his lips as she gave a throaty laugh, her hands massaging his scalp. Harry opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. His emerald orbs burned similar to when Ron gave her a massage, and something more… melancholy?

Hermione gasped as she felt a fast motion and before she knew, she was lying beneath Harry. Harry growled and grabbed her head, refraining her from further teasing him. He tilted Hermione's head and dipped for a passionate kiss running his tongue, seeking entrance which she gave. Their tongues entwined wildly as Harry delved deeper inside her mouth, his hands roaming around her waist and ribs. Hermione moaned and gasped.

No wonder she will miss it.

Harry broke from the kiss and made soft light kisses on Hermione neck, sucking on a particular point and bit on it. Hermione moaned loudly and clutched Harry's hair.

"Stop… you will… leave a hickey…" Hermione moaned as Harry kissed his way up to her jaw and blew on her ear. She shivered.

"Just feel Hermione," Harry whispered in her ear as he bit the shell and ran his long tongue till her ear lobe, sucking on it. Hermione groaned and panted as she clutched Harry's strong shoulders, digging her nails. Harry hissed at the twinge.

Her conscience reverberated that they were crossing the limits, she should end this… but she found herself blatantly ignoring that voice for the very first time in these years.

He pulled Hermione and pressed her whole body to his. She gasped when Harry's hand ran through her bare upper thigh, close to her nether region, rubbing it softly and his other hand went to grab her breasts.

Way to ruin a moment!

"Hey-ump. Mmm! Hey stop!" Hermione pushed on Harry's chest. Harry broke off with a daze and looked at her, his glasses tilted and his hair messier than ever. He placed his glasses properly on the top of his nose.

"Wha?" was Harry's intelligent response. Hermione snorted derisively.

Fine he was an insensitive guy!

"Don't 'wha' me. Let me inform you that touching here or here without permission will earn you a painful castration." Hermione said as she pointed at those two areas. Harry looked flustered and apologetic.

"I-I don't know what got to me-"

"It's alright Harry, I understand," Hermione cut him off. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair while looking down at her ridden up skirt and spread out legs, her black knickers showing themselves in all its glory. She stared back at Harry who was busy staring at her knickers with that dark look on his face. She jumped and pulled her skirt down, tucking her hovering curls behind her ears.

"Y-You got the concept of making out pretty good. But I need to cover that do not touch a girl without her permission…" Hermione trailed off when she locked her eyes with Harry's, sending a static in her body, a jolt of realization.

"You are right, sorry Hermione."

Their time was over.

"It's alright. I forgive you," Hermione said nonchalantly or at least tried to. She cleared her throat.

"I…I think that's enough for today's class…"

She got up.

"You better be grateful to me Mr. Potter, it was nice teaching you. I would have handed you a diploma," Hermione teased and grinned at him. Harry looked confused and a little disappointed as she buttoned her shirt. When Harry tried to say something, she pretended to check her watch and gasped.

"Oh shite, my Herbology homework! Gotta go Harry!" Hermione snagged up her robes, and absently waved at Harry and got out of the Room. That was a lie, she had finished her Herbology homework few days ago, but he didn't know that. No need to feel guilty.

But it was over… and she hurt everywhere like shit.

Now she knew how people must have felt when they phrased that they were furiously trampled by the herd of hippogriffs.

Choking on a sob and seeking solace in the Library she always found to be a stress buster; she silently opened the door and stepped in.

Some reading will do her good and avoiding too. She needed to get over with this, as quick as possible. For the sake of Harry and herself, she had to erase these feelings she harbored for him. For that, she needed time. Last thing she wanted to do was add herself in the pile of tension Harry already had in his plate.

Giving a polite nod at the Librarian, who gave her a disapproving look from her glasses, but her eyes widened when she saw her tear streaked condition and nodded back.

Hermione internally snorted, even Madam Pince was sympathizing with her. She really must have looked helpless.

A bit of searching around the corners of the shelves, she found some books she never imagined would have been in her hands. 101 ways of taking care of your face, Grooming of an Aristocrat, etc.

First, a spell for swollen red eyes…

Okay… I can do this… it's not like Harry would be waiting for me…

Hermione was pacing furiously around the Portrait when she was broken from her musings from a mildly irritated Fat Lady.

"I believe you should go inside dear. I really need a kip." Fat Lady clucked her tongue. Hermione fought the urge to roll her eyes and sighed. Good she was stealing a sleep of a partly inanimate object.

Just great.

"Starshine." Hermione muttered. Really who kept this sodding and ridiculously easy password!? Ah… for people like Neville…

The Portrait swung open as Hermione stepped in, not knowing whether to be relieved of irritated that she found Harry sitting beside Ginny, wrapped in a one armed comforting embrace initiated by Ginny.

Good she was avoiding him from now on.

Harry's eyes widened as he pulled away from Ginny and abruptly stood up.

Shit!

Hermione, with some concentration squeezed down her ire, and felt terribly tired -

emotionally and mentally tired. Maybe she needed a good night sleep. World of dreams was more appealing to her than this horrible world of reality.

"Good Night Harry, Ginny. Continue with whatever you were doing." Hermione couldn't help but inflict a teeniest, minimal amount of jealousy in her tired voice. Hopefully Ginny didn't notice, nor did Harry. With a deep scowl as she turned her back on them, she took slow yet furious steps to the Girl's Dorm.

"Hermione."

Her stupid traitorous body turned around at the call of Harry. Emerald met amber.

For a moment, time stopped for Hermione, nothing mattered. Only they were present, Harry and Hermione, Hermione and Harry.

Knocking herself out of the trance, she pointed at Ginny and gave him a smile, which turned out more like a grimace and walked back to the dorm.

She had reading to do.