Author note: Due to the more mature nature of this one it shall not be cross-posted on facebook but will be a website exclusive. I now present to you Falling Together.
Hermione woke up the first day back from her fifth year. She examined herself in the mirror still surprised that she did not have a long scar down her side from Dolohov's spell. It had hurt so bad that she expected her flesh to be burned completely off. She knew the matron and healers had said she was fully healed but she sometimes thought she felt a tingling fire along her ribs that ran up and down her side.
She felt like she had been touched by death and then for whatever reason given a second chance. That her life was not over, just yet, but a reminder that death was only a moment's notice away from them all. Especially now that the war was beginning to grow more impossible to ignore. She wondered if this is what Harry felt like whenever he faced Voldemort. Whenever he thought about things.
"Harry" She exclaimed out loud suddenly. Realizing that he must be going through so much pain right now she hurriedly cleaned and dressed. Grabbing her wand and her wizarding money she ran downstairs to find her parents at the breakfast table.
"Mum, Dad I need to go visit a friend." Hermione declared without preamble.
"Hold on. Who is this friend, why do you need to visit them and how long will you be gone?" Her dad inquired.
"Dad. I'm sixteen and a witch. I think I can handle myself."
"It is the duty and honor of a father to worry about his little girl no matter if she's Valkyrie or not." He countered crossing his arms. Beside him her mother nodded approvingly.
Hermione took a deep breath, "Okay. His name is Harry Potter. I've written about him. He just lost someone very important to him. I don't know how long but at least until this afternoon."
Her dad frowned, "Harry? He's not the redhead with the rather odd family is he?"
"No that's Ron. Harry is the one with black hair and glasses." Hermione corrected.
Her mother nodded, "I remember him. He was rather quiet and seemed nice."
"He is." Hermione said warmly. Realizing that when she had been in the hospital Harry had actually talked to her even through his own pain. Harry had been there for her as often as she was for him.
Her parents looked at each other in some sort of silent conversation before they both nodded, "Alright pumpkin. You're old enough to know how to take precautions should your comforting him lead to anything." her mother said.
"mum!" Hermione exclaimed in embarrassment.
Raising her hand her mother shook her head, "As you say you're sixteen and that is old enough to be given room to make mistakes. Just be careful and give him our condolences."
"Thanks mum." She said giving her parents a tight hug before running out the door.
…...
Hermione stood outside #4 Privet Drive girding herself as she approached the door. She was not entirely certain what Harry's home life was like but from what little bits he had mentioned she did not think it was a very supporting or caring one.
After she rang the bell a tall skinny horse faced woman looked down her pinched nose at her.
"Hello, I'm a friend of Harry's. May I speak to him please?" Hermione politely asked.
"I suppose you're another one of those from that place." The woman snidely remarked.
Hermione let the light windbreaker she was wearing slide open to reveal the hilt of her wand. "Yes I am. Is there a problem with that?" She asked in her most imperious and haughty tone.
The tall woman snorted as she said, "Would it matter if there was?"
"Not very much to myself, however there are those who would not take it very kindly." Hermione enigmatically stated.
Huffing in resignation the tall woman stepped out of the doorway, "He's upstairs in his room on the left. Do whatever you want as long as I don't know you're here."
"Thank you." Hermione said then marched through the doorway and up the stairs.
…...
Hermione stood outside of Harry's room. It had the signs of a hasp and lock having been recently removed as well as a cat flap on the bottom that had been nailed over. Her eyes narrowed as she wondered if she could get away with some 'accidental' magic before she left.
Taking a deep breath she wondered if she should knock or just enter. It was Harry's private room and he could be undressed or doing something personal and private. Another part of her sort of hoped he was doing something personal and private and that maybe she could help him with it.
Pushing that part of her mind back down she knocked softly on the door. She was about to do so again when a very confused Harry opened it. She stood smiling at him although she had begun to blush slightly as she noticed he was standing in his boxers and a T-shirt.
"Hermione?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Yes. Its me Harry." She smiled
Harry's face contorted briefly between happiness and confusion before he finally smiled broadly and stepped back into the room.
"What're you doing here?" he asked happily.
"Well I was thinking this morning about what happened and I was worried about you." She said entering his room. Looking around at the mostly ordered chaos, Hedwig looking disinterestedly at her before tucking her head back under her wing, Hermione thought this is what she was expecting.
"Oh. Uh thanks." Harry said rubbing the back of his neck as he shut the door. "I'm okay."
"Harry I know you're not okay. I'm not okay. None of this is okay. We're teenagers. We should be worrying about which broom closet is most comfortable and how can I get my homework done in time instead of how can I stay alive. How do I fight professional terrorists. None of this okay." She exploded emotionally as she turned to hug him.
Harry didn't know what to do so he just let her cry on his shoulder while he gently rubbed her back. Eventually she stopped crying and rubbed her eyes.
"Oh I'm so sorry Harry. Here I am crying when you've lost Sirius and everything else. I meant to come over and comfort you." She turned and sat heavily on his bed.
Sitting beside her he said quietly, "Thank you. But it seemed like you needed to let out a few emotions too."
"I don't know how you manage all of this." she said shaking her head.
Harry shrugged, "I don't know either." he confessed.
She leaned her head against his shoulder as he put his arm around her. They sat quietly like this for several moments before she suddenly started giggling. She kicked her shoes off quickly.
"Whats so funny?" Harry asked in confused amusement.
"I just realized you're in your underpants." she said trying to compose herself.
"Uh yeah. I guess I am." He agreed. "Although I still don't exactly see what's so funny."
She sat up turning to face him, "I was just thinking how Sirius would react if he could see us right now."
Harry glanced around the room briefly before he chuckled back, "Yeah. He would probably be laughing his butt off."
She stroked Harry's cheek, "He'd also probably be rather proud of you."
"Oh why?" Harry said gulping as he realized how close she was to him.
She nervously smiled, "Well you're in your underpants, alone in your bedroom with a girl."
Harry smiled awkwardly, "Yeah. I guess I am."
Hermione leaned in to kiss Harry on the lips, her hand on his cheek to help give him guidance. He leaned forward and met her lips. His hand sliding up to caress her arm.
Leaning back she slipped the windbreaker off, leaving her bare arms available to be touched and rubbed. Arms that pulled his T-shirt up and over his head so she could run her hands over his chest.
The two of them fell sideways onto the bed as they kissed and caressed each other. She rolled him over onto his back as she swung her legs over him. Sitting astride him she looked down into his surprised face as she felt something poking her groin.
Pulling her shirt over her head she paused to let Harry look at her pale beige bra covered breasts. Breathing hard she looked into his emerald eyes as they drunk in her appearance. She took a deep breath and reached behind her to unhook the last article between Harry's hands and her breasts.
Slowly sliding the bra down her arms he breasts came into view, pale peach colored mounds capped by dusky rose colored pinkie sized, nipples with crinkled circles around them
"So you like" She asked in what she hoped sounded sultry and seductive.
Harry seemed to have lost his voice as he numbly nodded with his hands on her hips.
Hermione said quickly, "You can touch them. If you want."
Harry swallowed as he slowly traced her rib cage up, until he was cupping the handfuls of her bosom. She gasped in pleasure when he used his thumbs to rub and tweak the turgid tips. She felt her urges rising and knew from the way Harry was poking her that he was ready and willing as well.
She reached under his arms to undo her jeans, the two of them shifting position so Harry could take and pull them down her legs. The only thing she was left wearing by now was her white knickers which she hooked her thumbs into the waist band of only for Harry's steely grip to stop her.
With a great deal of self control Harry asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes Harry. I want you. I need you. Please." She whimpered slightly as she nodded looking him in the eyes imploringly.
He released her wrists to help her shed the last piece of cloth on her body. He explored her with his gaze as she laid beside him nervously. Quivering in anticipation and excitement she reached out to touch him. Sliding her fingers down his stomach to the waistband of his boxers he nodded and slid them off. Kneeling in front of her in his bare glory.
Drinking in his form she pulled him back down to her, moving so that he could join with her. A sudden jolt and they were together. Hermione made a grunting sound causing Harry to freeze.
"Its okay Harry. I was a virgin. It sometimes. Its okay. You didn't hurt me." She whispered reassuringly into his ear as she felt him, enjoyed him.
The two of them began to move and build their pleasure. Slowly then more urgently as their bodies became enflamed with passion. Soon she felt herself shuddering as she panted and moaned Harry's name in a exultant cry. He breathed her name a moment later as she felt him achieve his release within her.
Laying together he looked into her eyes, "I love you Hermione."
"I love you too." She replied, realizing she had not been protected when she did this she bit her lip sighing. It was rather late to have those thoughts so she concentrated on the moment. The feel of his firm body holding her in his arms, the warmth of him pressed against her, within her.
"We better uh." Harry was back to being awkward now that the urges had been spent and moved to lay beside her, the part that had been within her withdrew causing her to make a small mewling noise.
"Thank you Harry. I just. I needed to be with you." Hermione said rolling onto her side to face him.
"Being my girlfriend might not be safe." Harry said.
"Harry. I'm a muggle-born. They already know we're friends. I doubt holding hands or kissing is going to make me more of a target." Hermione countered.
Harry looked downcast briefly, "Being my friend almost got you killed, I'm scared of what being my girlfriend might do to you."
She leaned forward and kissed him, deeply and passionately, until when they broke apart she declared firmly, "The only thing being your girlfriend is going to do is make me very happy."
Review Responses
jadesabrexiv: No not strange at all. ANYTHING makes more sense than that epilogue. Thanks for the compliment. I tried to make it a bit different as always.
OfficerDonNZ: Thank you. Like I said it would be interesting to see the Weasleys learning the spotlight is not as comfortable to live in as they might have thought. And yes I'm glad to be alive.
