I'm Haunted By You by Cassie Valentine

Rating: NC17
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 02/07/2004
Last Updated: 02/07/2004
Status: Completed

"I'm haunted by you," he whispered to her. "Even when you're here, but
not with me, I'm haunted by your memory." A little smutt, a little angst and a little
plot.




1. The Haunting
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He watched her sleep from the other side of the room, the moonlight casting a soft glow through
the small room. He found it a little odd that it was him who was up in the middle of the night, an
anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach as he considered the implications of what they had just
done a few hours ago.

It had all started out simple enough, a few drinks at the pub, a little lamenting that Ron had
found someone and they were still dreadfully single. She had comment that while he may be single,
at least he could get some regularly.

He had nearly choked on his drink when he heard that. She had chuckled at his reaction and they
had shrugged it off as drunken conversation.

Funny, he thought, how they had ended up in his flat, in his bed, doing unspeakable things to
each other.

So, here they were her sleeping peacefully while he wrestled with, what he figured was an
irrational guilt about having slept with his best friend.

He had struggled to pick a word for their act. While he found sex to clinical for the moment, he
couldn't bring him self to say making love, simply because he was pretty sure there was little
to no love involved. Slept together seemed a rather funny term, seeing as how there had been no
sleeping involved in the act at all.

How he wished that he had taken them to her place, so he could have escaped while he collected
his thoughts.

***

They had been detached from each other after that night. A little distant, a little awkward and
neither could say exactly why. Oh sure, the sex thing was part of it, and they knew it, but that
morning hadn't been all that bad. They'd had a rather pleasant breakfast, talked, laughed
and he'd even kissed her good bye but after that . . . things had kind of fallen apart.

He couldn't stop thinking about her, just the little things he didn't normally remember
about his past lovers. She always ate the top half of her bagel first, stirred her coffee three
time (clock wise) before drinking it and her hair wasn't nearly as wild as he had imagined it
to be in the morning. It was rather soft, actually, and shone a little red in the early morning sun
light. She'd twist a few strands around her finger as she read the paper and she always read
the comics first and scanned the classified adds to see what kind of crazy things people were
trying to sell.

He also kept finding things that reminded him of her around his apartment.

"You'd think I was being haunted by her," he muttered to Hedwig one morning when
his paper fell open to the comics and he found himself stirring his coffee three times (clock wise)
before drinking.

***

They were in the pub again, a few weeks after Harry had decided that Hermione was some how
haunting him. He watched her run her finger around the rim of her pint as she rattled on about her
work.

"I'm sorry, you must be bored silly," she said after a moment, when she realized
she was rambling.

"I don't mind," he said quietly, running his own finger around the rim of his own
pint. She glanced at him with a funny look on her face. "Come back to my place for a bit?
It's getting a little too crowded in here for me," he said. She agreed and they quickly
paid and apparated to his flat. They stood in the living room for a moment before they were in each
other's arms, kissing wildly and tearing at clothing. He led them blindly towards his bedroom,
pulling her sweater over her head and groping for the clasp of her bra while she popped the snap on
his pants before tugging at his shirt. Harry was stumbling out of his pants and shoes by the time
the back of her legs hit the edge of the mattress.

She grasped his member firmly, jerking her hand over him quickly a few times before she
swallowed him whole, holding firmly to his legs to keep him in place. He ran his hands through his
hair and pulled a little, fighting the urge to simply grasp the back of her head and move her
faster. He pushed her back after a moment and quickly returned the favour. He thrust two fingers
into her as he ran his tongue in little circles around her clit and fought off her attempts to pull
him up to her. She came with a cry and he smiled a devilishly handsome smile as he moved slowly up
her body, placing little kisses here and there as he went. Taking special care to pay attention to
her breasts that, in his opinion, were simply aching for attention.

When he was within her grasp, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, kissing him
firmly when she snaked a hand down to find him and guide him home. He moved quickly and she moaned.
Hips shifted, looking for better contact, hands roamed and small cries were heard. They didn't
hear the neighbour banging on the wall as they cried out in completion before he collapsed on her
for a moment, catching his breath and then rolling to the side, pulling her tight against him.

***

"I'm haunted by you," he whispered to her. "Even when you're here, but
not with me, I'm haunted by your memory." He watched Hermione blink at him. Whether from
the early morning light in her eyes or from his statement, he wasn't sure.

"Normally one is haunted by ghosts," she replied quietly. He smiled.

"It was the little things. The stirring of the coffee, the comics in the paper. . . it was
like some force was guiding me to do it. Like you were haunting me," he explained. She laughed
and he decided that he definitely wouldn't mind being haunted by that sound.

"You come up with the craziest things," she told him as she ran a hand softly down his
jaw.

"It wasn't meant to be crazy. I thought it was sweet, maybe even romantic," he
said with a shrug.

"I'm not sure about that. It was definitely sweet," she assured him. He smiled and
kissed her.

"Why don't you stick around and haunt me in the flesh for a while?" he asked
quietly. His eyes began to search her face when she hesitated.

"Move in with you?" she asked, looking at him like he had three heads.

"Uh, how about I just extend a permanent invitation to come over anytime you want," he
suggested. The idea of her moving in was stored for later though, but not now. They had only slept
together twice, after all, he thought with a smile.

"That I like," she said, returning the smile. "I think I can get used to haunting
you."

"Good, I think I'll like it even better with you in the flesh," he said as he
quickly rolled her under him.
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